"I'm sure you didn't," he said soothingly.
"I want to call my parents!"
"We'll do that. First, though, I gotta search you."
"You just did!" she exclaimed.
"Well," he made a reluctant face. "You see, Amy, when we find drugs we have to do what we call a body cavity search."
Amy's eyes widened. She knew what a body cavity search was. Susan Hopkins had regaled her with horror stories about being searched like that when she'd gotten off a plane from Jamaica.
"But I don't have any drugs!" she wailed.
"I believe you, honey," he said. "But I have to do this anyway. Now you'd best just get it over with quick. Just take off your undies and we'll hurry it up."
"But… but…"
"Come on now," he said, smiling encouragingly.
Her face flaming, and fighting back tears, Amy turned and undid her bra, then crossing her left arm across her breasts and cupping her right breast with her hand, she bent and eased her panties down with her right hand, doing a low squat as she got them to her ankles, then quickly turning sideways as she stood and stepped out of them.
She cupped her pussy with her right hand as Paul gently turned her around. "Honey, I'm afraid that's just not gonna do it," he said regretfully. "What you're gonna have to do is stand upright and place your hands behind your head."
"Wha… what! Why!" she gulped.
"Well, because some criminals, women criminals, that is, sometimes tape little packets of drugs to the underside of their breasts. If they're well endowed, that is, and you sure are."
He gripped her arms and gently pulled them apart, then raised them up high and had her link her fingers together behind her head. Amy had never been so embarrassed in her entire life as he stood to one side and pulled her hands back, making her straighten and push her chest out.
Her breasts had always been kind of embarrassing. Being a thirty-eight D-cup wasn't all it was cracked up to be. She kind of liked the way guys were all turned on around her, and how popular it made her, but it kind of embarrassed her to have them staring at her boobs all the time.
And now she was naked, completely naked, in front of a strange man who was looking her up and down very carefully indeed. Even if he was gay it was still humiliating.
"Owwww, heyyy!" she gasped.
He had her wrists in his hand and had jerked her upper body way back so she was arched painfully.
"Sorry. Sorry. Just had to make sure there wasn't anything there," he said. "Okay, honey, now you can turn around and put your hands against the wall."
She obeyed, gulping back tears still.
His hands went first to her hair, sliding all through it very carefully. "Owww!" she yelped, as he pulled on it.
"Sorry," he said.
"What are you doing!"
"Some women hide things in their hair."
"How could you hide anything in hair?" she demanded resentfully.
"You could hide razors, needles, wires, other things. You got really thick, long hair. Here, we'd better remove these."
He pulled off her glasses and put them on the table. Amy blinked her eyes rapidly, everything going blurry.
"Okay, bend way over now, and spread those legs way, way apart."
He made her bend so she was almost horizontal, her heavy breasts dangling straight down below her chest. He nudged her legs a little further, then his foot hooked her ankle and she fell forward, clawing at the wall as she dropped painfully to her knees.
"Oh, I'm sorry," he said, "I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to do that. Here, why don't we do it over the table instead!"
He helped her up and brought her to the table. He kicked a chair aside and shoved her again the corner of the table, so the corner was right between her legs, and just below her light thatch of fluffy blonde pussy hair. He didn't seem to notice this, and his leg slid between hers and pulled them apart.
"Ooohwwwwwww!" she cried, as her pussy came down on the sharp corner of the table.
"What's the matter!" he asked, his knee keeping her legs wide as her weight crushed her soft pussy mound against the table. She twisted and squirmed and finally managed to slide off the corner, cupping her pussy in her hands as she moaned in pain.
"What happened!" he asked.
"You… you… jammed me against the corner," she gulped, looking up at him warily.
"I did! Well, I'm sorry, why don't you move over a little! Now bend over. Let's stop all this whining and be a big girl."
He bent her over, forcing her chest down on the table, and pulled her legs wide apart. He pulled rubber glove from his pocket and put it on, then pressed his finger against her tightly closed pussy slit.
He wriggled it slowly up inside her as Amy clenched her hands tight and closed her eyes in humiliation.
Amy felt his finger twisting around inside her and then wriggle in deeper. He eased it back, then slid it back, no, there were two fingers now, two fingers prying her pussy lips apart and wriggling up into her cunt tunnel.
He pushed them in to the knuckles and then twisted them around inside. He tried pushing them deeper, and she felt the knuckles of his other fingers pressing down hard against her pussy mound. Her pussy ached as he jammed his fingers in further and further.
At least he pulled them back, but then she felt them pushing in again, only there seemed to be more of them, that is, it felt thicker as it, they, whatever, pushed into her.
As his fingers pushed in, they seemed to pet wider, forcing her pussy lips further and further apart. The strain on them mounted and she was soon groaning with the pain. "Oh God!" she gasped as her pussy lips were torn even further open.
"Wha… what are you doooooooinnggg!" she moaned.
"Just thought I felt something. Take it easy while I fish it out."
"There's nothing theeeerrree," she moaned.
His fingers twisted from side to side, eased in, then back, forward, then back, slowly wriggling and pushing their way deeper. She felt his knuckles pressing against her pussy lips, felt them grinding against her as he twisted his hand from side to side. He pushed hard and she clenched her teeth as his knuckles ground down even harder, then, slowly, straining her pussy lips wide, wide apart, they slid in through them.
His fingers were way up inside her now, and she knew a vague relief that she had lost her cherry a couple of months ago. Otherwise she'd sure have lost it now.
His fingers thrust in and she cried out in pain as her pussy lips were torn wider still. Then they began to slide a little bit closed, the strain easing as she felt, with astonishment and shock, what had to be his whole hand slide through.
"Oh my God," she gasped. "Oh please! OOohh, hhhh! Uuuunngghhhh!"
His fingers opened and closed, twisting around, pressing against the soft, elastic flesh of her pussy cavity. She felt her cunt lips close around his wrist as his hand turned and twisted inside her lower belly.
"What are you doing!" she cried.
"Just searching for drugs," he said calmly.
"Stop it! Take it out!"
"As soon as I'm done," he said.
"Oooooohhhh," she groaned, panting and gasping and grunting in pain as his hand turned slowly from side to side. His fingers wiggled like live snakes in her belly, pressing this way and that, poking and prodding against the sides of her pussy tunnel.
Still he pushed forward, his wrist rasping against her cunt lips as it slid through. Amy ground her teeth in agony at how terribly stretched her cunt lips were. The flesh was strained to the breaking point, and as his hand moved deeper into her belly and his wrist slid through, his arm followed, forcing her cunt lips still wider.
She sobbed in pain as his hand jerked to and fro, pushing forward, then drawing back, forward, then back, always working its way deeper into her belly. It was simply beyond belief to her to feel his fingers wiggle inside her lower belly.
And then his fingers touched the very bottom of her pussy tunnel, scratching against her cervix. He still pushed forward, bringing more pressure to bear, then halted, and, one by one, drew his fingers in tight against his palm, forming a tight, hard, round fist deep in her guts.