twonines
LIMERICUS
THE ARREST.
It was a very apprehensive Doctor Barbara Moore who sat between the two large black female detectives in the car with darkened windows, her wrists cuffed in front of her, and her head covered by a coarse leather hood. Barbara`s little black dress had ridden up giving the two detectives an enchanting view of the band of white thigh above her sheer hold up hose.
A few moments later, the car arrived at its destination and Barbara was bundled out, taken through several corridors before her hood was removed and she realised she was in some sort of interrogation cell. At one end there was what was obvious two= way mirror and in the centre a steel table with handcuffs attached to a strong eyelet.
For the first time, blinking, as her eyes became accustomed to the light, Barbara got a good look at her captors, the senior had a City Detective`s badge denoting her rank, and a name tag on her lapel "Sergeant Mason". She was a large powerfully built black woman with a hard looking face and her companion, "Officer Brown" was even larger, she stood about six feet two inches tall and must have weighed two hundred pounds of solid bone and muscle and her lighter skin indicated she was of mixed race.
The Sergeant removed the cuffs and then took Barb`s clutch bag and tipped its contents onto the steel table. To Barb`s surprise and horror there were three bags of what appeared to be white powder amongst the contents.
"Well, look what we`ve got here."
"I`ve never seen those---"
"Shut it, Moore, we don`t take shit from druggies"
"Now this is how it`s going to go, you`re getting the full body search."
"No, you can`t
"Oh yes we can. I tell you what to remove, you take it off and hand it to Officer Brown. Got it?
"We`ll start with those` fuck me` shoes."
Barb looked at the two large, threatening women and decided discretion was the better part of valour. She slowly took off her expensive heels and passed them reluctantly to Brown who gave them a cursory examination before tossing them onto the steel table.
"The dress"
The little black dress was unzipped, pulled over her head and passed to Brown who turned it inside out to examine the seams before putting it with the shoes.
"Brassiere."
Barb unclipped the front loading garment and handed it over before covering her breasts with her arms.
"Hands by your sides, they aren`t the first tits we`ve seen."
"Underwear, next."
The embarrassed woman had no option but to comply, and had to stand in just her stockings while the officer examined her under garments.
"Stockings."
Barb struggled to retain any semblance of dignity, as she removed her hold-ups, giving the two smirking women a fascinating close up of her freshly shaven vagina and her jiggling breasts.
"It`s showtime, Moore, feet apart, hands on your head."
Obediently, Barb adopted the required pose, painfully aware of her tumescent nipples and the wetness between her legs.
"Now, you are going to bend and grab your ankles while we check your ass and snatch and God help you if you let go before we`re done, so get to it."
Bowing to the inevitable, Barb slowly complied with the order, bending and firmly gripping her ankles, presenting her tormentors with a revealing
view of her most intimate parts.
"Glove up Brown, you can do the honours. you won`t need any lube that pussy is already dripping."
The amazon then thrust two of her large sausage fingers into the unfortunate Barb`s tempting pussy and used her thumb to massage the already erect clitoris and produce a shuddering climax from her victim, who was left blushing in shame, but this did not prevent the officer from exploring the tight little anus as well.
"She`s clean, boss."
The Sergeant grabbed Barb`s dress and shoes and thrust them at her.
"Put these on, we`ll keep the rest as souvenirs."
Once the shell shocked Barb had dressed ,she was cuffed and hooded again and escorted back to the waiting vehicle. After a short drive, the car stopped, Barb`s hood was removed, her clutch bag thrust into her hand and she was roughly pushed out into the street and the car sped away.
Looking round, she realised she was outside her own apartment and quickly went in.
Later on, after showering, she lay in bed and masturbated furiously, as she reflected on her experiences, she also looked at the receipt for five thousand dollars from "Premier Fantasies" and thumbing through their catalogue wondered if she was brave enough to go for the "Authentic Judicial Caning Experience."
It was a very apprehensive Doctor Barbara Moore who sat between the two large black female detectives in the car with darkened windows, her wrists cuffed in front of her, and her head covered by a coarse leather hood. Barbara`s little black dress had ridden up giving the two detectives an enchanting view of the band of white thigh above her sheer hold up hose.
A few moments later, the car arrived at its destination and Barbara was bundled out, taken through several corridors before her hood was removed and she realised she was in some sort of interrogation cell. At one end there was what was obvious two= way mirror and in the centre a steel table with handcuffs attached to a strong eyelet.
For the first time, blinking, as her eyes became accustomed to the light, Barbara got a good look at her captors, the senior had a City Detective`s badge denoting her rank, and a name tag on her lapel "Sergeant Mason". She was a large powerfully built black woman with a hard looking face and her companion, "Officer Brown" was even larger, she stood about six feet two inches tall and must have weighed two hundred pounds of solid bone and muscle and her lighter skin indicated she was of mixed race.
The Sergeant removed the cuffs and then took Barb`s clutch bag and tipped its contents onto the steel table. To Barb`s surprise and horror there were three bags of what appeared to be white powder amongst the contents.
"Well, look what we`ve got here."
"I`ve never seen those---"
"Shut it, Moore, we don`t take shit from druggies"
"Now this is how it`s going to go, you`re getting the full body search."
"No, you can`t
"Oh yes we can. I tell you what to remove, you take it off and hand it to Officer Brown. Got it?
"We`ll start with those` fuck me` shoes."
Barb looked at the two large, threatening women and decided discretion was the better part of valour. She slowly took off her expensive heels and passed them reluctantly to Brown who gave them a cursory examination before tossing them onto the steel table.
"The dress"
The little black dress was unzipped, pulled over her head and passed to Brown who turned it inside out to examine the seams before putting it with the shoes.
"Brassiere."
Barb unclipped the front loading garment and handed it over before covering her breasts with her arms.
"Hands by your sides, they aren`t the first tits we`ve seen."
"Underwear, next."
The embarrassed woman had no option but to comply, and had to stand in just her stockings while the officer examined her under garments.
"Stockings."
Barb struggled to retain any semblance of dignity, as she removed her hold-ups, giving the two smirking women a fascinating close up of her freshly shaven vagina and her jiggling breasts.
"It`s showtime, Moore, feet apart, hands on your head."
Obediently, Barb adopted the required pose, painfully aware of her tumescent nipples and the wetness between her legs.
"Now, you are going to bend and grab your ankles while we check your ass and snatch and God help you if you let go before we`re done, so get to it."
Bowing to the inevitable, Barb slowly complied with the order, bending and firmly gripping her ankles, presenting her tormentors with a revealing
view of her most intimate parts.
"Glove up Brown, you can do the honours. you won`t need any lube that pussy is already dripping."
The amazon then thrust two of her large sausage fingers into the unfortunate Barb`s tempting pussy and used her thumb to massage the already erect clitoris and produce a shuddering climax from her victim, who was left blushing in shame, but this did not prevent the officer from exploring the tight little anus as well.
"She`s clean, boss."
The Sergeant grabbed Barb`s dress and shoes and thrust them at her.
"Put these on, we`ll keep the rest as souvenirs."
Once the shell shocked Barb had dressed ,she was cuffed and hooded again and escorted back to the waiting vehicle. After a short drive, the car stopped, Barb`s hood was removed, her clutch bag thrust into her hand and she was roughly pushed out into the street and the car sped away.
Looking round, she realised she was outside her own apartment and quickly went in.
Later on, after showering, she lay in bed and masturbated furiously, as she reflected on her experiences, she also looked at the receipt for five thousand dollars from "Premier Fantasies" and thumbing through their catalogue wondered if she was brave enough to go for the "Authentic Judicial Caning Experience."
