Warning: The Following contains some images that may be disturbing. Reader discretion advised!
22. The Other “Approach”
Jolene stripped off her right glove and snapped on a fresh one as the girl trembled with fear and humiliation. Tears ran down her cheeks from the shame of having her girly parts so blatantly and openly displayed. While, in his shame, she didn’t think ahead to what would be next, she would experience it soon enough.
The matron took an even larger dollop of the irritating gel. Using her one hand to spread the cheeks further, she smeared the thick gel around and into Lyn's anus, drawing cries of protest from the girl.
“Oh, God! No!! Not there!” she pleaded.
Chuckling at Lyn’s futile plea, Jolene stood back and waited a minute for the irritating ointment to do its work. The girl’s hips were still rolling and tucking from the stimulation on her pussy lips and clit. The matron knew the heat on her anus would soon drive the young girl wild.
After a minute, Jolene observed the hips motions had taken on a slight twitching as if her loins were undergoing spasms. Lyn’s brown rosette now alternately puckered and swelled with the intense stimulation.
Taking advantage of the girl’s distracted state, Jolene thrust her finger deep into the rectum. Lyn yelped at the sudden invasion and began to rise while moving her hands toward her rear.
“Resume the position, Lynette,” ordered the Sergeant. "You already have a bad record of lack of cooperation. Please do nothing more to make it worse."
The girl leaned back down on her elbows, her ass high, as she felt the invading digit begin to probe her rear. By the time Jolene inserted a second finger, the irritants in the gel had begun their subtle work inside as well, and Lyn was shaking and spreading her cheeks in a hopeless attempt to cool the warming passage.
Jolene tried to insert her third finger, but the tight passage of the student’s anus resisted her efforts. Not easily deterred, the large woman wrapped her other hand around the now rapidly wiggling hips and then thrust hard with her right hand. Three large digits broke through the resistance and filled Lyn’s rectum while almost tearing the opening.
“Agghh!!” screamed Lynette as the discomfort and pain. “I can’t take it! Please, get them out!” she begged, panting at the pain. “Oh please!”
Ignoring the girl, Jolene proceeded to probe roughly inside Lyn’s butt, drawing cries and moans. The ointment was now at its peak in irritating the sensitive inner lining as the matron’s fingers rubbed and tormented the walls of the passage. Jolene was smiling as she saw Lyn's hips pumping as if in the throes of sexual abandon. She drew sobs from the humiliated and pained young girl as she felt her rear passage burning, stretched to the limit, and roughly poked.
After an even longer exam than in the vagina, Jolene was finally satisfied that there was no contraband. She unceremoniously pulled out her fingers, leaving the stretched anus exposed and slightly dilated, for all the male audience to see.
The matron began removing her gloves. “No contraband, Senior Sergent.”
Staring at Lyn’s open and still flexing asshole, it took even the very professional Senior Sergeant a moment to regain his composure. "Thank you, Officer. Would you stay while the suspect gets dressed?"
“Glad to, Sergeant.”
As Lyn grabbed for her clothes, a knock came on the door. Daniel turned to the girl and barked, "Halt." The girl hadn't even been able to slip her panties on. "Hold it there," Daniel said, going to the door.
Lyn stood there, bent at the waist, holding her clothes before her naked body and sobbing.
OK. The squeamish among you can resume reading - for a while.
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