Jon Smithie
Tribune
I'm enjoying this thread and don't want it to close, so I hope you won't mind if I post the strip search from my own story, "Trabbian Justice". By way of background, Priya, the narrator, is a student at a small New England college. She and two of her classmates and their professor have been invited to the southeast Asian country of Trabbia to work on an archaeological dig. Trabbia, like Malaysia and Singapore, uses caning as a judicial punishment, but unlike them, canes women as well as men. http://www.cruxforums.com/xf/threads/trabbian-justice.5427/
The visitors witness the caning of two Trabbian female students and then later find themselves senntenced to caning and are reporting to the same camp, this time as inmates. Here is the scene:
“First, let me inform you of our rules. The most important one is that all orders from staff are to
be obeyed instantly and without question. If a guard says ‘jump’, you jump. Failure to follow
orders at any point can result in additional strokes being added to your punishment at my sole
discretion, something I can guarantee you don’t want. Also, any violation of any other rules will
be punished most severely. Your first stop will be intake. There, you will be searched and issued
prison clothing. Then you will be taken to your quarters where you will remain for the evening.
Tomorrow morning, you will be taken for your physical and then, assuming you are medically fit,
punishment will be administered as prescribed by the court. I know you are familiar with that in
the theoretical sense. Tomorrow you will experience how it feels for yourselves. Afterwards,
you will be taken to the prison hospital for treatment. You will remain with us until you are
sufficiently recovered to be released and then you will be taken to the airport in Pranda and
escorted onto an international flight. Now, follow me please.
Noba led them into a tile floored room with a small table against one wall which had a box of
surgical gloves and a tube of KY Jelly on it. Priya, as a pre-med student, had a pretty good idea
what uses those would be put to. Though air conditioned the room was quite warm from the
presence of the four prisoners and seven staff in the confined space. “Strip,” shouted the
Warden, “Everything off. Let’s go. All your clothes go in the plastic bag with your name on it.
They will be returned to you when you are released.”
“So,” Priya thought, “This is where it begins, the process of literally stripping the things of their
previous life from them, to leave them totally at the mercy of the pitiless correctional system
that will soon flog them brutally.” She wanted desperately to run, but she knew that if she
resisted, the guards would seize her and disrobe her forcefully and she would earn extra lashes.
Seeing no option, she slipped her sandals off and placed them in the bag. The tiles felt cool
against her soles. Then she pulled the T shirt over her head, noting that her friends were doing
the same. Next, she slipped her shorts over her hips, letting them fall to the floor, bending to
pick them up and deposit them in the bag, leaving her and the others in the bathing suits they
had worn on that ill-fated swim that had landed them in this mess.
“Keep going, ladies, we need you naked so we can search for contraband. Move it!” Noba
shouted.
Priya couldn’t hold back a few tears as she complied, reaching behind her to untie the top and
take it off, then lowering the suit bottom to stand naked beside her equally naked friends and
professor in front of the fully clothed guards and warden. Priya could feel herself blushing in
shame, even though everyone present was female. She knew that tomorrow she would have to
strip for her caning and that there would be men present then.
The Warden indicated a taped line on the floor. “Stand with your toes on the line, facing me,
arms by your side.” The women quickly complied.
One of the guards went to stand in front of Priya. Wearing gloves, she started at her head,
feeling inside and behind her ears and inside her mouth. Priya glanced over to see that each of
the other Americans was receiving the same treatment. The guard lifted one arm, palpated in
the armpit then worked her way down to the hand, feeling in between each finger, then did the
same on the other arm. Then, she ran her hands down the young student’s body, taking time
to lift her breasts to see that nothing was hidden underneath and to feel between her legs and
behind her knees. When she reached the feet, she lifted each one in turn, examining the soles
and feeling between each of the toes. Priya had little choice but to stand quietly and let the
guard do her job clinically, as a shopper would examine merchandise in the supermarket.
“Spread your legs!” Noba ordered. The women complied, spacing themselves along the line at
the guards’ prodding, moving their feet until they were approximately shoulder width apart.
One of the guards stood in front of Priya and lowered her hand to the girl’s crotch. She inserted
her gloved index finger into Priya’s vagina and moved it around, feeling every part of the cavity.
Priya had to restrain herself from crying at the humiliation of this violation.
The guard said something in Trabbian. “Bend over and touch your toes,” the Warden helpfully
translated. Priya complied, having no doubt what assuming this posture would mean. The
guard squirted a glob of lube on her index finger, moved behind Priya and slid it into the crack
between Priya’s butt cheeks. It felt cool and greasy. Her finger found the anal ring and pressed
against it. Priya’s body naturally resisted the intrusion, clamping the sphincter down. The guard
slapped her butt and said something in Trabbian. “Relax your sphincter. She’s going in one way
or another, so you might as well do it the easy way” the Warden translated. Priya forced herself
to relax and the guard pushed her finger in, up to the second joint. Priya felt an uncomfortable
pressure as the guard probed the linings of her rectum looking for any foreign object. Finally,
the guard withdrew, pulled off the glove and threw it into a red pail. Another guard handed
Priya a pair of plain white cotton underpants, a green T shirt and a pair of blue shorts. Put these
on” the Warden ordered. “Of course, you will have to take them off for your caning tomorrow,
but for now you can wear them.”
“You may have noticed that there is no bra. That is for security reasons. We cannot allow
prisoners to escape their just punishment by hanging themselves.” Priya dressed quickly and
the guard handed her a pair of flip-flops, which she slipped onto her feet.
As Priya was dressing, she saw that other guards were performing the same rigorous search on
the other women. Once they had all passed inspection and were dressed, Warden Noba and
the guards walked them through the camp to a small hut with four cots, a small table and a
toilet and sink. Motioning them in, the Warden said, “I hope you will be comfortable in here.
Rest up because tomorrow is a big day.” The door was closed, leaving the American women to
choose their cot and lie down to think about what awaited them.
Yeah, this is great. I've read it before, I'll read it again. Never gets old. I like this second only to the actual canings. Thanks for posting, Windar.
