Maureen sat on the hard wooden bench, with her head in her hands, and cried. Only an hour ago, she had been a free woman, but an altercation in a stall in the local bazaar had not gone well, and now she was in jail. Perhaps it would have helped if she had been able to speak the local language, or if they had understood English, but that was not the case.

The police man had handcuffed her and taken her to the jail. There, she had been photographed and handed over to a female warden. She was taken to a large ladies room, and forced to strip and shower. Her cloths and other belongings had been put in a sack, and all that she had been given for cloths was a thin cotton shift, prison issue.

Handcuffed again, she was taken to see the police chief. There had been no possibility of communication, and he eyed her curiously, going over her purse, perusing her charge cards and ID. With a smirk, he issued some orders, and she was taken away, to wait in her cell.

A rattling in the door woke her from her reveries. The warden was there, and she was re-cuffed and taken to yet another room. There, three other policemen waited for her. She was forced to lie on her back, while one man pressed her shoulders down and held her hands up near her neck. As her dress was drawn up, she began to struggle, certain that she was about to be raped. The other two men each grabbed a leg, and slowly pressed her knees up towards her chest, spreading her legs. In a few moments, she lay there completely exposed, looking up at the female warden.

Snapping on a pair of rubber gloves, the warden inspected her vagina and asshole with a casual thoroughness which gave Maureen the creeps. It seemed clear, as the warden lingered in her holes, that the warden enjoyed the process. The inspection done, the warden turned away, only to return a moment later with an electric shaver. A click and then a buzz, and suddently she was being shaved. In a matter of minutes all of her cunt, crotch, and ass hairs were lying on the floor. The shaver was stroked slowly over her now nude cunt lips, and up the crack of her ass, massaging her asshole. Ashamed and embarrassed, but powerless, she lay there until they were finished.

Allowed to stand, she was next fitted out with a leather belt around her waist and a leather collar around her neck. Her dress was pulled up in the back, and her wrists were fastened to the belt. A leather strap was produced, as well as the bag containing her belongings. Out of the bag came her bra and panties, which were rolled into a ball, bra inside, panties outside. The warden carefully located the panty crotch and moved the ball towards her mouth.

Determined not to allow this degradation, she clenched her teeth and moved her head from side to side. The warden nodded, and one of the men grabbed both of her tits from behind, found the nipples, and pinched them hard, twisting the tits fiercly, digging his fingers in. Her eyes bulged, and she screamed. Well, she tried to: for, as her mouth opened, her panties filled her mouth, and the leather strap followed, wrapped around her head, to keep the odious gag in place. Weeping with the indignity, they let her up, her mouth stuffed and dry, her tits sore and stinging. A tear ran down her cheek.

A leash was snapped to the collar, and she found herself walking the halls, following the warden, the dress brushing against the front of her thighs, but not the backs. She was supremely conscious of the air on her ass as she walked. Men stared as she passed, but there was nothing she could do.

Finally, they arrived at the office of the police chief. The warden brought her up to him as he sat behind his desk. He reached out and pulled up her dress in front, staring at her now nude cunt. He stroked it with the backs of his fingers, and then let the dress drop. He said something, and then she was being walked across the room to something she had never seen before. It was like a box, mounted on vertical tracks on the wall, around shoulder height. Her head was forced into it, and her face met padded supports. A moment later, straps secured the back of her head to the box. She tried to move a bit, but it became clear that she could not move her head, and thus her body. So, there she was, bare assed and on display to the police chief, and to whomever else entered the room.

There was silence for a while, and eventually the sound of a chair scraping on carpet. Footsteps, and then a hand fondling her ass. She grunted a protest, and tried to wriggle away, but all that got her was a laugh and a sharp slap on her ass. She stood still, submitting to his inspection of her. He caressed her cheeks, and then the crack of her ass, and finally her asshole. His fingers reached for her cunt, and she squeezed her legs tightly together. Another slap on her ass changed nothing. She was NOT going to let him touch her there.

A slithering sound, and then a loud SMACK, and her ass was on fire. He was strapping her with his belt. Another SMACK! and then another. She began to cry, and, sobbing, spread her legs. The strapping stopped, and she felt his fingers first on her cunt lips and then insinuating into her cunt. Finished with his initial inspection, the police chief strolled back to his desk, and resumed his work.

Ashamed and lost, she stood there, legs spread, waiting for the next indignity.

Perhaps fifteen minutes later, visitors entered the office. After some conversation at his desk, the group strolled over to see her. Again, hands fondled her, this time not sparing her breasts. When one of the guests asked a question, the police chief answered, and then the box in which her head was fastened was moving down, on the tracks. As it went down, she was forced to bend over. Soon, her head was at waist level, and she was bent over.

Hands grabbed her knees, and soon her legs were spread. A moment's discussion and then the sound of a zipper. A warm, velvety salami bounced against her cheeks. She tried to struggle, but they held her firmly, and soon the cock was poised to enter her. But, unfortunately, not where she was expecting it.