Beth spent what seemed like an inordinate amount of time staring at Priya’s driver’s license, then back at her, then back at the license. After all, she had worked with Priya every day for a few years, so it wasn’t like she didn’t know very well who it was standing in front of her. No, this was simply to harass her and give the press more time to get the shots that would lead on their next newscast.
“Beth, it’s me, I assure you,” Priya said, exasperated.
Beth scowled at her. “That’s Officer Timmins to you, Raman. Didn’t you read the instructions?”
‘So that’s how it’s going to be,” Priya thought.
She saw Sue Miller striding quickly down the corridor. “Everything OK here, Officer Timmins?”
“Just want to be sure we got the right person, Sergeant,” Beth replied. “This offender is a doctor, and a smart ass, too.”
“Was a doctor,” Sgt. Miller corrected. Priya blushed at the fact that she had been stripped of the profession she had worked so hard at for most of her adult life.
“Yeah, that’s right isn’t it Sue? She had to turn in her medical license. Still, she probably has enough cash left to hire some poor sap to take her punishment for her.” Sadly, Priya knew that wasn’t true, at least not until Sanjay got their bail money back, which presumably he would now that she had presented herself for her caning.
Beth took a final glance at Priya’s license. “Follow the Sergeant to the changing area, Raman.” Priya followed Sue down the corridor, Beth right behind in case Priya had any ideas of trying to make a run for it, which, with the crowd standing outside the door, would have been doomed to quick failure.
As they rounded a corner, Priya saw a couple of dozen people lining the hallway. She recognized a few of them-her former boss, Paul, his boss, the Chief of the Department of Corrections, Judge Powers, the State Attorney General, the DA, all come to enjoy the show. She wondered why the Governor hadn’t come; he must be meeting with some big money donors to miss a spectacle like this.
As Sue approached, the crowd parted, revealing a door marked “Visiting Locker Room”. ‘I don’t even merit the Home Team locker room,’ Priya thought. Sue waved her ID card and pulled the door open.
“In you go, Raman,” Sue ordered. The members of the official greeting party filed in behind them.
It was an ordinary locker room, nothing fancy, Dorsbury’s athletic program being somewhat small time. A couple of rows of benches arranged in front of two groups of somewhat battered metal lockers. The only thing Priya remarked on was the woman sitting on one of the benches, her hands cuffed behind her, her ankles chained to the metal supports that the wooden bench sat on.
“Barb!” Priya exclaimed. For it was indeed her friend and sometimes lover, Professor Barbara Moore, dressed as she had been in court that day when Judge Powers had ordered her arrested.
“No, talking, Raman!” Sgt. Miller barked. “Next word out of your fat mouth and I’ll award you extra strokes!” So much for showing kindness to a former colleague.
Sue glared over at Barb, who looked like she was about to say something. “That goes for you too, Moore. I don’t want to hear shit from either of you two bitches. You can unchain Moore now, Beth. She ain’t goin’ nowhere except out onto the court to get her ass caned.” There were cackles coming from the dignitaries who had arranged themselves in front of the benches.
Beth unchained Barb’s ankles. “On your feet Moore,” she ordered. Barb got slowly to her feet. Beth undid the handcuffs. Barb rubbed her wrists as the circulation slowly returned to her hands.
“Alright, both of you sorry ass ho’s know the drill. Everything comes off, on the double!” Sue ordered.
Priya glanced at Barb for some moral support. Barb was already pulling her shirt over her head. Priya was surprised that Barb wasn’t wearing a bra. Her breasts looked nice. That opinion appeared to be shared by the men watching her strip, who whistled and catcalled.
Suddenly Sue’s face was in Priya’s. “Stop staring at your girlfriend, Raman! This isn’t a lesbo biker bar! Get your clothes off or I’ll tear them off your useless body!” Quickly, Priya pulled her T shirt over her head. Unlike Barb she was wearing a bra. However, under the pitiless glare of Sgt. Miller and the assembled dignitaries she didn’t pause for more than a second before taking it off to join Barb in a topless display.
Priya was proud of her breasts. They were, firm and succulent, a fine complement to Barb’s equally lovely pair. Still, Priya felt ashamed to be showing them, not in a bedroom to a lover, but in this dreary locker room in front of these important men and her former colleagues, who had never seen her in other than her street clothes and medical coat.
“Very nice, both of them,” the Attorney General remarked. “And you say that they are lesbian lovers, Sgt. Miller?”
“That’s the word we hear, Sir,” Sue replied. “The doc is here because she fooled around with a couple of female offenders, so we know she goes both ways. As for the professor here, she teaches ‘Women’s History’ at the college, so you can bet she likes to munch carpet.” The men all laughed heartily.
“Speaking of munching carpet,” Sue continued, “Who the fuck told you bitches to stop? Everything comes off. Now! The last one to get naked will be in deep shit!”
Priya quickly slipped off her shoes. The concrete felt rough against her bare soles. She saw that Barb was bending over to untie her Keds. Wanting not to be the last to be naked, for fear of incurring Sue and Beth’s wrath, she quickly untied her skirt and placed it in the locker, leaving her only in panties. Barb was pulling her black leggings over her ass as Priya reached for the waistband of her panties. To her surprise, Barb wasn’t wearing panties so when her leggings came down at the same time as Priya’s panties, any impartial observer would have had to declare the strip race a tie.
As Priya looked at Barb’s naked body, the memories of the wonderful times they had had together in bed came back to her. She felt herself becoming wet in front of all of these onlookers. She saw Barb looking at her and wondered if she were experiencing the same feelings.
There was little doubt how the men in the group of dignitaries were feeling. Most of their jaws were hanging open at the sight of this naked female flesh over which these important men held so much power.
“Hands on your heads, sluts!” Sue ordered. “These VIPs want to have a good look.” Reluctantly, Priya raised her hands and locked them behind her head. She thought Barb would protest this indignity, but the time in jail and being heavily outnumbered seemed to cow her. Barb slowly raised her hands and placed them behind her head.
“What do you think, gentlemen?” the DA asked. “These two criminals can probably be turned into compliant, well behaved women with the right application of discipline, don’t you think?”
“I should say so,” the AG replied. “Thank goodness we have instituted corporal punishment. A quick sharp shock should set them on the right path. These two would probably find prison a never ending lesbian orgy and want to go back as soon as they were released.” The men in the crowd found that hilarious.
Priya wanted to protest that she was happily married to a man, but she didn’t think that would help.
As the laughter died down, Sue moved the proceedings along. “OK, you bitches, time to see if you’re hiding anything. Dangerous troublemakers like you two, we can’t be too careful. Toes on the line, let’s move it!” she shouted, pointing at a piece of tape that had been laid out on the floor at the far end of the room.
Priya began moving towards the line. To do so, necessitated making her way through the gathered VIPs who took the opportunity to fondle her tits and ass, commenting on how that ass would look and feel a short time from now. She could see that Barb was receiving much the same treatment as she made her way to the tape as well.
Now they stood a few feet apart on the line, facing the spectators. “Spread those legs wider!” Sgt. Miller ordered. “That should be second nature to you two sluts!” she cackled.
Priya moved her left foot out until it was flush against Barb’s right foot. Even that little physical contact sent a shiver of excitement down her spine.
Beth Timmins stood in front of them with a small flashlight. “Run your hands through your hair.” The two women ran their hands through their hair several times until Beth nodded. “Open your mouths.” They opened their mouths. “Tongue out.” They stuck their tongues out as Beth shined the flashlight into each of their mouths in turn.
“Lift one arm.” Beth nodded. “Now the other.” They complied. “Hands in front, fingers spread wide.” Beth peered in between their fingers.
“Lift your breasts.” Priya found this more humiliating than if someone had felt their breasts. They were being forced to participate willingly in their own abasement in front of a crowd of important men. Besides, what could one possibly hide under one’s breasts? She lifted her breasts one at a time, watching as Barb did the same. Every eye in the room was on them.
“Lift one foot,” Beth ordered. Priya lifted her left foot. The sole was dirty from the floor, which was none too clean, adding to her embarrassment. “Spread the toes.” Beth looked carefully between each digit.
“OK, Raman, bend your knees.” Priya bent her knees. “Lower” She bent them more. Beth shone the flashlight on her crotch. The men were staring fixedly at her partly open pussy. “Cough.” She coughed. “Again.”
“Now you, Moore,” Barb bent and coughed, just as Priya had. “I can’t tell for sure, Sergeant,” Beth told Sue.
Priya sighed. Of course, this was just bullshit, an excuse to do a cavity search. Beth and Sue knew neither she nor Barb had stuffed anything up their coochies or their buttholes, but the goal here was to produce the maximum degree of humiliation.
“Better safe than sorry, Beth, get the doctor in here.” Beth went to a door at the far end of the room, knocked cursorily then opened it and said, “Dr. Taylor, we need you in here.”
Even though she had expected that her former colleague, Dr. Alison Taylor would be on duty for this, Priya’s heart sunk at the mention of her name. The doctor came quickly through the door, a look of eager anticipation on her face. Her hair was in an even shorter buzz cut than when Priya had last seen her and she sported a couple of new nose piercings, but she was the same Dr. Taylor.
Dr. Taylor shook her head. “You couldn’t see clearly up inside either of them?” she asked.
“No, ma’am,” Beth replied.
“Well, we’ll have to do a cavity search then. Can’t take chances with dangerous troublemakers like these. Which of you wants to be first?” Priya looked at Barb. Barb looked at Priya.
Dr. Taylor fixed her glare on Priya. “Since you were a doctor, Raman, before you fucked up so royally and disgraced our profession, let’s start with you. I know you’ve done plenty of cavity searches; now you can see how it feels to be on the other end of the glove,” Dr. Taylor said as she extracted an examining glove from her jacket pocket and snapped it onto her right hand. The sound made Priya cringe.
“Bend over and touch your toes, Raman,” Dr. Taylor ordered. Priya did as ordered, aware that she was exposing her most intimate areas to the gaze of a couple of dozen male onlookers. But, she knew, of course, that she would soon be doing that on the caning frame and at least here she was only going to suffer the lesser discomfort of Alison Taylor’s fingers.
“Wider, Raman, get those feet apart,” the doctor ordered. Priya shifted her right foot over a bit.
“Now let’s see what you got up that cunt of yours,” the doctor said.
“I got something I’d like to put up there,” one of the men said, to peals of laughter from the onlookers.
“I’ll bet she’d let all of us put it up there if you’d let her off her caning, Marty,” the AG said.
“Hmm,” Judge Powers said, “It’s a thought. Would you let all of us fuck you Dr. Raman, if I suspended your sentence?”
Priya didn’t say anything. “His Honor asked you a question, cunt,” Dr. Taylor said, “You had best answer him. And that’s former doctor, Your Honor; she’s been drummed out of the profession for her violations of decency and ethical standards.”
Priya thought about what the best answer would be. She decided to be honest. “Yes, I would do that, Your honor, if you would be so kind as to suspend my caning,” she replied, raising her head a bit to try to see the judge’s reaction. Priya knew that wasn’t really an option, that this was simply a way to degrade her further by making her seem like a whore.
“It’s tempting,” judge Powers replied, “But I’m afraid it’s out of the question. Carry on, Dr. Taylor.”
Dr. Taylor needed little encouragement to stick two fingers into Priya’s vagina and begin roughly rooting around. “The girl is juicy as a ripe peach,” Dr. Taylor pronounced. “Showing herself to you gentlemen has gotten her all horny.”
Priya was about to protest, but then she felt the doctor’s thumb brushing against her clit. She squirmed, moving her hips to increase the stimulation. “Did you guys see that,” Dr. Taylor asked. “These sluts are all the same, educated or ignorant, all they care about is their own pleasure. You want me to get you off, Raman?”
Priya was too engrossed in the sensations coming from her pleasure center to speak, so she nodded. “Well, of course you do,” Alison Taylor replied. “But you don’t deserve to come. You’re a disgrace to the medical profession.” With that, Dr. Taylor removed her fingers from Priya’s vagina, and, using only her juices as lubrication, jammed them up Priya’s rear hole. She roughly prodded the sensitive tissue for a good thirty seconds as Priya moaned in distress,
Finally, the doctor withdrew, stripped her glove off and threw it into the waste bucket. “OK, nothing there,” she announced. “You’re next, Moore.”
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