4 comments/ 39857 views/ 9 favorites A Body Cavity Search By: Taunus Disclaimer: This story is fiction cast in the future. No resemblance to persons living or dead is intended or should be inferred. * Deep in the vast expanse of Siberia there are hidden places designed to house those for whom ordinary prisons are insufficient or unsatisfactory. Some incorrigible inmates are shipped to alleviate the cost and bother of housing them under restrictive government and humanitarian rules. The Internet Cybersex Prison is one such facility. Here remorseless, criminal girls between eighteen and twenty-four are housed and serve on the game grids of the Internet. Oleg Buzzoff works as a guard at the prison. His primary duties are doing the body cavity searches on new arrivals and keeping the girls fed and watered during their incarceration. He took this job after suffering the humiliation and embarrassment of having two girl inmates escape during his watch at a regular prison. The arrival of a dozen new girls will occur soon. Oleg checks his ruck sack to ensure that he has a full complement of latex examination gloves, K.Y. jelly lubricant, Aloe Vera Baby Wipes, and assorted medical odds and ends. Satisfied that all is in order, he waits for the sound of helicopter rotor blades. Soon he hears the approaching aircraft. The girls are taken from the helicopter in a coffle, still wearing their civilian mufti. They are about to be processed into the general prison population. They are dirty. The trip was long and they were shackled and cuffed the entire time. These are dangerous females. They have all committed capital offenses, none with the least shred of remorse or emotion. To the world outside the prison, they are each considered dead. The arctic cold separates the prison from the outside world. Above ground is a solitary landing pad for a helicopter. The prison is a city built deep underground with limited access above. Once inside, prison guards remove the girls' clothes and restraints. The guards then cuff them with prison issue steel cuffs. Each has her hands cuffed behind her back with a chain running between her legs. A jerk on the chain parts a girl's ass cheeks and rubs her anus, perineum, vulva, urethra, and clitoris. A light yank might arouse a girl whereas a brutal pull could bite into a girl's stride. They are led to Oleg's station for the mandatory body cavity search. The process seems routine, boring, and banal. One by one the girls have their mouths search, are released from the coffle to a medieval stock, have their rectum and vagina examined, and are returned to the coffle. There seems to be nothing of interest in this process. The prison allows five minutes for each girl to be searched. At first Oleg can not imagine how to fill the minutes. He remembers the stern warming from the Prison Warden, Lady Suzanne. "Let one of this girls get into the prison with a weapon or contraband and it will be your ass, Oleg," Lady Suzanne warns. "These girls did not get here because they missed Wednesday evening church choir practice. They are stone cold killers, murderers, and sociopaths. They are conniving, treacherous, and scheming. Many have high Intelligence Quotients (IQ). Don't dare underestimate even the most willowy or seemingly innocuous among them. Each is able to use her femininity as a weapon." Lady Suzanne looks down on male guards. However, there are instances where raw masculine strength is required. Even with hands cuffed behind their backs and ankles shackled, each of these young women has a potential lethality. Oleg leaves the coffle chained in place, the girls bare feet cold on the concrete floor, while his uses a tongue depressor to examine each girl's oral cavity, each girl's mouth. He is careful to use a new wooden tongue depressor with each girl. A sick girl is a liability and care must be taken to minimize exposure to disease. Oleg carefully examines each girl's mouth, he uses a small flashlight to illuminate the palate and throat. Occasionally he will find a denture or partial plate. These have to be removed. Those girls losing their denture of their front teeth are mortified and humiliated to show missing teeth. But that is just the beginning of the embarrassment. Oleg has heard of oriental girls hiding metallic probes or plastic pins under their tongues; however, he has never witnessed that himself. Should the situation arise, he would summons back up at once and turn the girl over to prison specialists. Having examined each girl's oral cavity and made some note about missing teeth, dental problems, and the like, Oleg begins processing the girls in the coffle. Removing the first girl and tethering the second to the vacant post, Oleg leads the girl to a medieval stock and locks her feet into place. He then loosens the handcuffs to allow her hands into the stock. With her neck and wrists in place, he locks the stock. Here he is most cautious, for she had some limited arm movement. He remembers how the long hours of having her hands cuffed behind her back limits the girl's ability to respond quickly. Oleg recalls his first experiences with rectal examinations. He would don the green latex gloves and apply lubricant and push one finger into a girl's anus. Some girls would protest. Some girls would plead. Some girls would curse at him or even try to spit at him. He was in no hurry to respond. The girl would not know that the body cavity search was an everyday affair and that Oleg would also be her source of food and water. Of course, there is always a girl or two who would clench tight their buttocks to protect her anus from probing male fingers. It can happen that there is an occasional girl whose ass cheeks tighten out of involuntary reflex. Time is a factor and Oleg can't wait any extensive amount of time for a girl to relax her muscles. Such a girl would be chained to a wall ring for later treatment. When finished with the remaining eleven, the gynecological chair and the speculum would be employed to forcefully spread her. The rest of the coffle would be required to watch the procedure. But that was not to occur this day. Over time Oleg perfected his anal examination techniques. He would stand in front of the medieval wooden stock and let the girl observe him putting on the green latex gloves. There was always a small puff or talcum powder as the fingers slide into position. He applies liberal lubricant to his fingers and tells the girl his next action: "Do not tense your anal sphincter muscles, girl. That would force me to push and shove. And, you might even get injured. Breathe deeply and relax. It will be over soon. Do not, I repeat do not, give me a hard time. Do you understand?" "Yes Master," the girl replies. That is what most girls reply. From time to time a girl argues or even curses at Oleg. He never responds, he only continues with his chore, spreading her glorious hemispheres and exposing her Glory of Glories. It pleases him most of all to see a tiny, tight, taut anus. The girls remaining in the coffle want this examination done and over with as soon as possible. They are very irritated at a reluctant girl. They stand barefoot on a cold concrete floor. Oleg fills the time with a few comments. "Truly a Taboo Treasure Trove, girl," Oleg mentions as he spreads a girl's carved ivory derriere and exposes her asshole. He stands aside to display her to the other girls. "You anus is the same color and hue as your nipples!" He grins as the bound girl blushes, sometimes a scarlet hue, at being publicly humiliated. Oleg places his right middle finger atop his index finger and presses the dynamic duo to her anus. When he first began doing body cavity searches, he would insert only one finger. If there were something to be found, retrieval is difficult. With two fingers in place, anal dilation and object extraction is facilitated. He can sense the moment as a girl's sphincters relax and shoves the two fingers deep into her rectum. Once in, he aligns the fingers side-by-side, stretching and dilating her anus. This is usually the moment that a surprised girl will yelp in pain. After alignment, Oleg curls his fingers and works them around inside her bowels. The search for contraband continues. From time to time a small key or a packet of drugs is discovered in some girl or another. When he does, he bags and tags the evidence, making notation on the girl's intake paperwork. Girls frequently try to smuggle in contraband, but more often vaginally than anally. Still, one cannot be too cautious. Oleg pulls back on the girl's anal sphincter muscles. She groans and moans but does not cry out. He repeats the process several times to ensure that tomorrow morning she will be sore and swollen for her body cavity search. Only the girl does not know yet that tomorrow she will be searched again. He finally jerks his fingers out of her anus with a wet "pop." Just as the girl breathes a sigh of relief, Oleg quickly inserts a large, conical-shaped glycerin suppository. The conical tip immediately disappears into her rectum. This is guaranteed to give the girl something to think about as it dissolves. The coffle has several more hours of in-processing before being assigned a cell and permitted toilet. Following this, Oleg removes his green latex examination gloves and tosses them aside. The last area to be explored is the girl's vagina. Oleg never wears latex for this, unless he has a scratch or a break in his skin on a finger. He glides in three fingers and rubs her G-spot and her cervix. Noting whether her cervix is hard and firm or soft, he proceeds to feel around her pelvis, pressing through her vagina to feel the uterus, bladder, bowels, and kidneys. "You have no expectation of privacy here," Oleg reminds the girl as he rubs her cervix with his middle finger's fingernail. Then he questions her about her menstrual periods. A comment about her nether parts is often made to further degrade or humiliate the bound girl: "You have a tiny, taut, tight rosette but your Holy of Holies is huge. What a cavernous cunt!" Today is routine. One girl has a tiny packet of some contraband in her pussy, but nothing outstanding. Oleg discovers it and it is "bagged and tagged" for future reference. Several of the girls make rude remarks to Oleg. He makes a mental note and imagines his action tomorrow during her first in-house body cavity search. One of his favorite ploys is to have the girl try and clench her buttocks tight to prohibit his lubricated fingers from rudely groping her anus. The slippery fingers glide in smoothly. Some girls, by virtue of physical stamina, are able to protect their anus. For those toned derrieres, Oleg glides his fingers below her crack and along her perineum and lifts the girl up by the crack of her ass. Few can hold out for a minute. Once inside her rectum, the girl is helpless to resist. There is one prickly point in the body cavity search. This is the issue of breast implants and the possibility of contraband within. Oleg fulls and twists any hypertrophied teats. Implants, in girls eighteen to twenty-four years old are generally easily detected and the insertion scars are evidence. Surgical removal of any implant is required. 29 January 2013 A Body Cavity Search Ch. 02 Disclaimer: This story is fiction cast in the future. No resemblance to persons living or dead is intended or should be inferred. * Lara wakes from her sleep at the sound of the steel panel in her cell door sliding open. This is her first full day in the Internet Cybersex Prison. She is still sore and exhausted from the travel and intake process. She recalls Mistress Suzanne's instructions: "When you hear the door panel open, put your hands behind your back and place your wrists to the panel for cuffing." Lara feels the cuffs painfully bite into her wrists. She assumes that it is Lady Suzanne who is cuffing her and not the guard, Sir Oleg. Female guards are traditionally more severe than male guards with respect to female prisoners. Female prisoners are always called "girls." Oleg searches Lara's mouth with a tongue depressor. The cell is 3 meters by 3 meters by 3 meters, a three meter cube. There is a hole in the floor a third meter in diameter emptying into a deep sewer. The is a faint, antiseptic, chemical odor emanating from the deep sewer. On opposing walls are small air ducts. There is a thick, brown wool blanket for the girl to wrap about her at night. Nothing else is in the cell. Overhead fluorescent lights beam down their stark, bluish glow. Of course, there are overhead surveillance cameras. Lara tries to turn away, concealing her privates from exposure. Oleg repeats his mantra: "You have no expectation of privacy here, Lara." Oleg usually calls girls by name. Lady Suzanne addresses the girls as "girl" or "slut," depending on the situation. Finished with the tongue depressor, Oleg tosses it down the sewer hole. He then grabs the girl's shoulders and forces her to kneel. From the kneeling position, he brings her supine, her cuffed wrists behind her back. Lady Suzanne will examine the girl's pussy. Suzanne is anything but gentle. Three female fingers dig into Lara's vagina, twisting, turning, scraping, and scratching. Oleg holds Lara by her shoulders, restraining her. Unlike Oleg's previous pelvic exam, Suzanne wants to inflict as much pain and degradation as possible. A yeast infection frequently results, embarrassing and humiliating a girl with an itch, odor, and burning pain. If an infection does occur, Suzanne will leave the girl cuffed overnight to keep her fingers away from the itch. The treatment at the medical facility is another brutal experience to be endured. But that is another day. Once Suzanne is done, Oleg turns Lara on her belly for his part of the body cavity search. His expertise is female anal examination. Suffice it to say that Oleg has done hundreds; yet each one is unique, different, novel. Oleg puts on his green latex gloves. Done of yesterday's intake are allergic to latex. Would it make any difference if one was? After all, this is the Internet Cybersex Prison! "Be gentle, Master," Lara begs. Her anus is bruised and swollen from yesterday's body cavity examination. "Spread your ass cheeks and expose your Glory of Glories, Lara," Oleg orders. "Yes, Master," Lara replies. The prone girl stretches her cuffed hands to spread her glorious hemispheres. As her carved ivory derriere parts, she reveals the results of dilation of her asshole. Her tiny, taut, tight rosette has been transformed. She no longer can consider herself as an anal virgin. "Don't use lubricant," Suzanne tells Oleg. "Too late," Oleg retorts. "I have already applied K.Y. Jelly." "Very well," Lady Suzanne grumbles. She is always anxious for new girls to experience a maximum of discomfiture and agony. Lara is eighteen years old; she has six more long, long, long years in the Internet Cybersex Prison before she is transferred away at age twenty-four. Oleg takes his time probing Lara's bowels. The oral and vaginal exam have taken two minutes 30 seconds from the allotted five minutes. "Relax, Lara," Oleg commands. "Relax and you will avoid injury." "Yes, Master," Lara replies. She suffers to keep her buttocks from involuntary contraction, an effort to protect her anus from further abuse. Oleg takes time to slowly ease two fingers into her rectum. He uses an excess of lubricant to overcome her tensed anal sphincters. "Relax your sphincters, Lara," Oleg commands. "Let me insert a speculum and spread that slut wide open!" Lady Suzanne interjects. Oleg frowns. "I don't want injury or infection here," Oleg narrates. "That pussy can survive yeast infections, but her bowels? I'm sure that she will develop hemorrhoids anyway, before all is said and done. The girls generally 'graduate' from here lacking anal retentiveness. But many enjoy seeing a girl wear a huge butt plug. Some girls find it arousing and exciting." "Oh OK," Lady Suzanne agrees. Lara is submissive and polite. Suzanne enjoys hearing a girl beg and plead. Tomorrow Suzanne will check Lara's pussy to see if a yeast infection has begun. The two depart, sending in a porter to take Lara to the game grid while they go to the next new girl, Emma. Emma refuses to allow her wrists to be cuffed. Suzanne is furious. "Get your hands to this panel for cuffing, slut!" Suzanne bellows. Emma pouts and stands back from the door. Lady Suzanne looks to Oleg. Oleg removes a Taser gun from his ruck sack. A quick shot brings Emma to the floor. Oleg rushes in and cuffs her hands in a U-position behind her back. "This one is difficult," Oleg says. "It's been a long time since we've had one this feisty! I had almost forgotten what it was like to have a difficult girl." "Most have better sense," Suzanne remarks. Emma recovers enough to try and kick Oleg. He responds by taking out a pair of leg irons from his ruck sack and locking a girl's ankles together with a two foot long chain. The girl is drooling and mucus is flowing freely from her nose. "Fuck you, I don't like it!" Emma screams. Oleg looks for a ball gag as Emma continues her rant. "You perverts have no right to shove your fingers into my butt hole or pussy! You stretched me last time and it hurt. Keep your fingers out of me! I have rights." "Silly slut slug," Lady Suzanne says. "You are a maggot and maggots have no rights." Lady Suzanne motions to Oleg who puts the ball gag in place and secures it. Oleg then runs a chain about her neck and jerks her to her feet. The three exit the cell for a processing station. Emma struggles to overcome the effects of the Taser. Oleg and a female matron manage to get Emma onto a gynecological hair. She feebly tries to avoid letting them put her legs into stirrups. Once secured, her privates and anus are displayed. Emma fights to clench shut her buttocks. Oleg looks to the matron and speaks: "She refuses to permit a body cavity search." "We have a permanent solution for that," the matron responds. She goes over to a cupboard and removes a bright blue device. She shows it to Emma. "Do you know what this is girl?" Emma shakes her head: "no." "We call this jewel a 'saddle' girl," the matron explains. "It is perfect for girls who are difficult. You will soon see how persuasive it can be." Emma stares as she tries to focus on the bright blue saddle. It looks almost like a boat with two masts. But the curved base clearly resembles a female pad for menstrual periods. She shudders as she imagines just how this device might be put into play. But she doesn't have long to wait. The matron lubricates the butt plug and dildo, the two "masts" on the bright blue saddle. She begins sliding the butt plug in, but Emma resists, clenching her buttocks, squirming, and pulling away from the thin, cylindrical pole. She tightens her anal sphincters until they are painfully tight. The matron applies more lubricant. The female matron knows that she can outlast Emma; moreover, the lubricated shaft will eventually glide into place. A rough, unlubricated shaft might offer resistance, static friction. But the very slippery nature of water-soluble K.Y. Jelly is less viscous than water and more slippery than petroleum jelly, mineral oil, vegetable oil, or low viscosity motor oil. Once the butt plug is firmly in place, the matron slides in the dildo. The two narrow cylinders are like the index and middle finger at the end of a pelvic exam. The matron cheerfully asks Emma to squeeze her anal and vaginal sphincters as if she were trying to defecate. "Push, push hard girl," the matron mockingly says. She sees Emma blush. In a thrice inflatable bulbs are attached to the blue saddle and inflate the dildo and butt plug, locking the saddle firmly in place. The matron feels around the edge of the saddle to ensure a good, close fit and no rough spots. The saddle is very likely to be worn for a long time and only removed rarely. There are nozzles for enema insertion and vaginal irrigation. The final touch is the insertion of an indwelling urethral catheter. The matron shows Emma the tube and how the balloon tip will inflate once inserted. Emma knows that resistance to the catheter is useless, futile even. Then it dawns on her that not only may she be drained but also various fluids can be pumped into her. Then the electrical connections are tested. Emma then understood the full terror as electric current passes through her nether region, privates, and her comely rosette. "She only needs a leash," the matron adds as she attaches a leash to a small ring just below her perineum. This attachment point optimizes the push and pull on Emma's stride. Her anus, perineum, vulva, urethra, and clitoris are now subject to pressure, friction, and tension. Oleg and the matron remove Emma from the gynecological chair. Her legs are shaky, but she manages to stand. Lady Suzanne jerks Emma's chain and notices Emma blanch with embarrassment and pain. "Back to her cell, Oleg," Lady Suzanne orders. With yanks and jerks Lady Suzanne leads Emma back to her cell. "Tomorrow you will have to convince us concerning your necessities, Lady Suzanne gleefully remarks. Oleg frowns. There are ten more girls to search and it is already late. 2 February 2013