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The scene is very hot, even without an obvious cavity search, But, it's funny, Jon. In Barb's and my Zilawe story, your first comment was that Meghan Shanahan was "plain". Yet, at least in my opinion, she bears (and bares) a distinct resemblance to Josephine Serre. For comparison, a few picsView attachment 576494View attachment 576495View attachment 576496

By the way, there is a Strip Search group on Yahoo with a great many stories where not much beyond the search happens. When those are well done, they can be quite erotic, IMO.

I found a strip search group on Yahoo, Strip Search 4. Is that the one you're referring to? It's the only one I could find but the large majority of the stories were about spankings, not strip searches. Could you give me a link?
 
Well, the only thing that raises slight doubts is the prison uniform that gets put on her
after she's been handcuffed :confused: :p Actually, it's a very pretty prison uniform,
I wouldn't mind having to wear a top like that!
 
Wait a minute. You mean real strip searches aren't conducted in hotel rooms by an officer in a tanktop and miniskirt? Are you sure about that?:confused:

Actually I overstated the case when I said that no attempt was made to make it realistc. There is some backstory, which comes out in dramatic, hard hitting dialogue, and the "Corrections Officer" in the tank top and miniskirt gropes the prisoner's breasts and pussy just like a real Corrections Officer would.
 
Well, the only thing that raises slight doubts is the prison uniform that gets put on her
after she's been handcuffed :confused::p Actually, it's a very pretty prison uniform,
I wouldn't mind having to wear a top like that!
I do not see much more than a 'strip'. I suggest she is delivered to the Tree estate for a complete ravaging inspection!
 
I do not see much more than a 'strip'. I suggest she is delivered to the Tree estate for a complete ravaging inspection!

If the Corrections Officer is visually impaired (blind), as in this instance, then prison procedure at Beachwear Prison mandates that the officer conduct the inspection manually, rather than visually. I assure you, Tree, that a manual search was properly and thoroughly performed. Several times.
 
If the Corrections Officer is visually impaired (blind), as in this instance, then prison procedure at Beachwear Prison mandates that the officer conduct the inspection manually, rather than visually. I assure you, Tree, that a manual search was properly and thoroughly performed. Several times.
I'm just not seeing it... It could be me...
 
Here's a few more screen caps from "Orange Is The New Black," this time of a group strip search. At the beginning of the second season, Piper Chapman has been transferred to another facility with a group of other inmates. They are lined up naked against a wall. The corrections officer tells them all to turn around and grab their ankles. A few balk, Piper among them. The C.O. asks if they would prefer "A private showing . . ." A few, including Piper, raise their hands. The C.O. continues with ". . . in solitary!" Resigned to yet another indignity, Piper turns around and bends over.

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This struck me as a little inconsistent, since Piper didn't seem to be the least shy or humiliated during the first strip search she went through immediately after her self-surrender. But this time she seems really shy and humiliated by a process that she must be used to by now.

Anyway, it turns out that Piper has been transferred to the Municipal Corrections Center in Chicago to testify against the drug lord her lover, Alex, worked for. Before Piper appears in court, Alex tries to convince Piper to lie, and Piper does so, testifying that she doesn't remember anything about the drug lord.

I doubt if anyone else is interested, but I found it weirdly erotic to calculate how much more time Piper could get due to her perjury. So I researched the Federal Sentencing Guidelines. By my calculations Piper could get around three years for that. But the kicker is that it's very likely that Piper's original plea deal for the money laundering and conspiracy charges (the fifteen month sentence) included an agreement to testify against the drug lord. Her failure to do so puts her in jeopardy of having the plea deal nullified, and getting resentenced on those charges. Money laundering and conspiracy sentences are calculated based on the crimes they're associated with, so it gets a little complicated. But by my calculations Piper could be looking at another six to eight years for the original crimes. So total it all up and she could be doing somewhere around an eight to twelve year bid. That's a whole lotta strip searches.
 
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"Las 13 Rosas" is a movie set in the Spanish Civil War. Thirteen women are accused of plotting an assassination. Veronica Sanchez plays Julia, who is forced to strip and then is brutally questioned. The thin guy twists her nipple, then burns her with his cigarette. Then the pudgy guy with the boxing glove punches her in the gut and she drops like a stone. I'm sure in the last pic, the thin guy is assuring her that he's really a nice man, and finds this sort of thing distasteful. If she would just confess. . .

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I think I'm going to wrap this thread up. I'm running out of material, and anyway, the subject doesn't seem to be all that interesting to others here, judging from the relative lack of response. Thanks to all those who did respond and contribute. I'll end with a fantasy I have for Piper's continuing adventures in the prison system:

In the series "Orange Is The New Black," Larry, Piper's fiance, breaks off his engagement to Piper when he learns that she's taken up again with her ex-lover Alex, who happens to be incarcerated in the same prison with Piper. But let's imagine that Larry is not quite satisfied with merely breaking up. He wants revenge for all that she's put him through. So when Larry sees a news article alleging that the drug lord Piper transported that suitcase of money for was also laundering money for terrorist organizations, Larry calls Homeland Security and tells them anonymously that Piper was engaged in terrorist activities. Homeland Security decides to check into it. They find just enough evidence to support the tip.

Piper is renditioned to a black ops site tucked away in some far off, repressive country and placed in solitary confinement in a concrete cell. Here, the rules are far more strict. She is told that her bed, the blanket on her bed, the sink, even the toilet, and yes, even the clothes on her back, are all privileges, which may be revoked for any reason. And whenever an alarm sounds she must strip off her prison scrubs and stand naked in front of the cell door in the position of "attention," which for prisoners is standing, feet shoulder width apart, fingers intertwined, hands palm up on top of the head. She must maintain this position until an "all clear" sounds, which may be in minutes . . . or hours. If a prisoner is too slow, or resists, then he or she is classified as "belligerent," and is punished with "disciplinary restraint." The first time the alarm sounds, Piper pounds on the cell door, demanding to speak to an attorney, a supervisor, someone in authority. She wants answers, goddammit!

"I refuse to play your fucking games!" she yells.

Four guards burst into the cell. In a well practiced and efficient assault they strip her naked and bind her tightly at ankles and wrists with padded leather straps. The guards have done this so often they don't even need to speak to each other. And none of them says a word to Piper. A leather hood with a mouth filling, jaw stretching oral insert is forced over her head and face (a la Montycrusto's hood for Gemma in his thread, "Strip Searched.") A wide leather collar is fastened tightly around her neck. Her wrists are drawn up between her shoulder blades. Piper's cry of pain is almost inaudible beause of the gag. The wrists are fastened to the collar. She is then forced to her knees. A triangular stick is placed behind her knees. Her thighs are forced down onto her ankles and her ankles and thighs are strapped together. From this kneeling position, Piper's torso is now pressed down onto her thighs. A strap is tied from her collar to her knees, forcing her into a brutally compressed position that the Khmer Rouge called "Staying at home." Another triangular stick is placed under her shins. As a last touch, thumb screws are tightened down onto the cuticles of her thumbs.

Piper is left to sweat and suffer for many hours.

When they finally release her from the awful position, she never again protests or balks at any order. But it doesn't matter, they'll find other reasons to apply ever more brutal "disciplinary restraints."

After a couple weeks, they'll begin her enhanced interrogation.

taylor schilling12.JPGPiper escorted to the isolation cell.

taylor schilling16.JPG Her new home.

taylor schilling cell2.JPG She's not the only one.

taylor scjilling cell.JPG A luxuriously appointed isolation cell. Everything in here, except breathable air, is a "privilege," which may be taken away for any reason.

tort1.jpg "Staying at home."
 
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I think I'm going to wrap this thread up. I'm running out of material, and anyway, the subject doesn't seem to be all that interesting to others here, judging from the relative lack of response. Thanks to all those who did respond and contribute. I'll end with a fantasy I have for Piper's continuing adventures in the prison system:

In the series "Orange Is The New Black," Larry, Piper's fiance, breaks off his engagement to Piper when he learns that she's taken up again with her ex-lover Alex, who happens to be incarcerated in the same prison with Piper. But let's imagine that Larry is not quite satisfied with merely breaking up. He wants revenge for all that she's put him through. So when Larry sees a news article alleging that the drug lord Piper transported that suitcase of money for was also laundering money for terrorist organizations, Larry calls Homeland Security and tells them anonymously that Piper was engaged in terrorist activities. Homeland Security decides to check into it. They find just enough evidence to support the tip.

Piper is renditioned to a black ops site tucked away in some far off, repressive country and placed in solitary confinement in a concrete cell. Here, the rules are far more strict. She is told that her bed, the blanket on her bed, the sink, even the toilet, and yes, even the clothes on her back, are all privileges, which may be revoked for any reason. And whenever an alarm sounds she must strip off her prison scrubs and stand naked in front of the cell door in the position of "attention," which for prisoners is standing, feet shoulder width apart, fingers intertwined, hands palm up on top of the head. She must maintain this position until an "all clear" sounds, which may be in minutes . . . or hours. If a prisoner is too slow, or resists, then he or she is classified as "belligerent," and is punished with "disciplinary restraint." The first time the alarm sounds, Piper pounds on the cell door, demanding to speak to an attorney, a supervisor, someone in authority. She wants answers, goddammit!

"I refuse to play your fucking games!" she yells.

Four guards burst into the cell. In a well practiced and efficient assault they strip her naked and bind her tightly at ankles and wrists with padded leather straps. The guards have done this so often they don't even need to speak to each other. And none of them says a word to Piper. A leather hood with a mouth filling, jaw stretching oral insert is forced over her head and face (a la Montycrusto's hood for Gemma in his thread, "Strip Searched.") A wide leather collar is fastened tightly around her neck. Her wrists are drawn up between her shoulder blades. Piper's cry of pain is almost inaudible beause of the gag. The wrists are fastened to the collar. She is then forced to her knees. A triangular stick is placed behind her knees. Her thighs are forced down onto her ankles and her ankles and thighs are strapped together. From this kneeling position, Piper's torso is now pressed down onto her thighs. A strap is tied from her collar to her knees, forcing her into a brutally compressed position that the Khmer Rouge called "Staying at home." Another triangular stick is placed under her shins. As a last touch, thumb screws are tightened down onto the cuticles of her thumbs.

Piper is left to sweat and suffer for many hours.

When they finally release her from the awful position, she never again protests or balks at any order. But it doesn't matter, they'll find other reasons to apply ever more brutal "disciplinary restraints."

After a couple weeks, they'll begin her enhanced interrogation.

View attachment 580499Piper escorted to the isolation cell.

View attachment 580500 Her new home.

View attachment 580498 She's not the only one.

View attachment 580501 A luxuriously appointed isolation cell. Everything in here, except breathable air, is a "privilege," which may be taken away for any reason.

View attachment 580502 "Staying at home."


I hope u don't close this thread Jon Smithie .. I for one am v interested in this and have contributed here earlier and shall contribute again .. I think it's just that some threads are too niche to keep flowing continuously but it wd be a pity if this one is closed down
 
I hope u don't close this thread Jon Smithie .. I for one am v interested in this and have contributed here earlier and shall contribute again .. I think it's just that some threads are too niche to keep flowing continuously but it wd be a pity if this one is closed down

Thanks, crux.love. By "wrap up" I mean that I won't be contributing anymore, because, as I said, I'm about out of material anyway. That may have been a poor choice of words on my part. But of course anyone else is welcome to contribute or comment. Personally, I'd love to see more material, text, pics, whatever.
 
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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.
 
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