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Sue Anne Martin and her
daughter Lauren were on the last days of a working vacation, traveling around
Mexico City to study the ruins of Tenochtitlan. Lauren needed some field
research notes before returning to Yale to write her final dissertation to get
her doctorate in archeology. They decided to take a quick morning drive before
the flight home the next morning.
The two women were enjoying the
quiet countryside and just getting out of the big city for a couple hours. Sue
Anne needed to use the restroom. She drove through a quiet village, and after
passing a small police station found a gas station a couple of buildings down,
pulled in next to the pumps, and saw the attendant get up from the chair and
start walking to the car.
Lauren exited the car first and
saw the attendant trying unsuccessfully to stare up her short red dress, and
then looking directly at her chest, and finally her face. “What a pig,
probably keeps his wife barefoot and pregnant. Like I would flash my panties for
such a loser,” she thought. She always dressed stylish and colorful; today
she wore a designer original red sleeveless dress with a modest slit on the
side, with matching red heels. Lauren wanted to be exactly like her mother, a
smart, successful, independent, and a highly paid professional antique
researcher with a major museum.
Sue Anne always wore the
classic woman’s power-suit; today, even in the tropical climate, she wore a tan
modest skirt, which came to a couple inches above the knees, and matching
jacket, a white semi-transparent silk shirt and 3-inch tan heels. She got out of
the car and stretched, and then immediately reached into the back seat and
pulled out her tan suit jacket. She had always been embarrassed about the size
of her breasts. Sue Anne was a small-busted woman with an A cup. She noticed the attendant
staring at her breasts, and quickly put the jacket on and buttoned
it.
This morning, after seeing
Lauren in the red dress that clung to every curve, and how young and beautiful
she was, Sue Anne felt old and flat. Sue Anne entered the bathroom, and prepared
for her shower, and did something she hadn’t done for five months. She undressed
and looked in the full-length mirror hanging on the back of the bathroom door.
Her face was still pretty even with a couple of crows’ feet around her eyes. She
cupped her breasts. Only the pinky and the ring finger fit underneath, the rest
of the fingers were on top, but at least they were symmetrical. From the front,
her stomach wasn’t too bad. Sue Anne ran her hands over the front of her thighs,
then ran her fingers between her legs and finally across her slit. Up and down,
on the second pass her middle finger entered until the first knuckle was inside.
She continued the up and down motion until she felt the tingling beginning to
start. She immediately stopped. “Sorry old girl, I know it’s been a while,
but I don’t have time right now.” It had been five years since she had an
orgasm, and masturbation carried too much guilt to be pleasurable. After the
shower, while getting dressed, she decided she needed a little extra
cleavage to feel better about herself, and used some silicone breast inserts,
which increased her to a full B cup. She had always traveled with a couple of
padded B cup bras in her suitcase. With the fake breasts, they made her breasts
look bigger; they moved very naturally, and nobody could know they weren’t real.
With the padded bra, Sue Anne could be a happy small C cup. Over the years, the
stuffing of her bra has evolved from Kleenex, and old stockings, to foolproof
expensive molded silicone breast inserts.
Pablo was sitting about half
asleep when a car pulled in to get gas. This was the first car in two days. He
noticed two pretty women in the car as he was walking closer. The passenger door
opened and a 3-inch red high-heel emerged connected to a long toned leg, and for
a split second he thought he would be rewarded with a panty shot, but he barely
caught a glimmer of the lower thigh before she adjusted the skirt. He stared at
the woman, mid-twenties; athletic body, nice set of hooters hidden behind an
expensive red dress, wavy shoulder length blonde hair, very pretty. She wore
minimal makeup, not that she needed any to look beautiful.
As Pablo passed the front
bumper, the driver emerged and stretched, her lacy white bra showed clearly
through her silky white shirt, but she must be shy because of the way she
hurried to put on the jacket. She must be the passenger’s mother, he thought.
The driver was just as pretty, but with a more mature body. She had stylish
short auburn hair. Her breasts looked smaller than the daughter’s, and she was
about 25 pounds heaver, but didn’t look fat. There was something sexy about the
shy older woman in the tan business suit
“Please fill it up. Where are
the bathrooms? And how far is Morelia?” Sue Anne asked.
“Most tourists don’t come this
direction, but about 10 miles straight down this road, you’ll see the main road.
Turn right and follow it till you hit the city. You’ll need a key for the
restroom.” Pablo said. As he started to fill the car with gas, he looked at
their asses, and it was hard to pick a favorite - each had its own appeal. The
daughter’s ass was perfect, tight and toned! You could tell this girl worked out
religiously. The mother’s ass had a couple extra pounds, but it would give you
something to hold as you slammed the meat to her. Once their clothes were
removed it would be easier to decide. He handed the key to the ladies, and
started to smile to himself as he quickly called the local police
chief.
“Hey, El Jefe, get over here
quick. Some fun finally pulled into town, and remember it’s my turn to frisk
them. I know, I know, you always get first choice on fucking.” Pablo hurried to
the car and opened the passenger door, and put a package wrapped in duct tape
containing nothing but powered sugar, under the passenger’s seat. He walked to
the front of the rental car, raised the hood and checked the oil, waiting for
the fun to begin.
“Have you ever seen a more
disgusting and dirty bathroom?” Lauren said, trying not to touch any surfaces in
the bathroom as she waited for her mother to finish.
“No, I don’t think I have, but
I can’t wait anymore or I’ll explode. Too much coffee this morning.” Sue Anne
replied from inside the dirty stall. “I don’t think this place has ever been
cleaned, but at least the toilet works. Let me wash my hands, and we’ll get out
of this nasty place. Just think tonight we’ll be staying at a local bed and
breakfast, and tomorrow we’ll be flying home.”
The women were walking back to
their car and noticed a police car with its lights flashing pull in and parked
directly behind their car. A large man got out of the police car, approached
their car, and talked to the attendant, then suddenly looked in the women’s
direction.
“Ma’am,” said the uniformed
officer, “ is this your vehicle? There have been reports of a car fitting this
description delivering drugs. I’m sorry, but I’ll need to search the car. I
don’t think I’ll find anything, but I have to do my duty. I hope you understand.
May I search your car voluntary?”
“Officer, feel free to check
it, but there are no drugs anywhere inside” Sue Anne said, smiling.
“Hi, I’m the local police chief
of this small town, and they call me El Jefe. What are your names?”
“I’m Sue Anne and this is my
daughter, Lauren.”
El Jefe nodded politely, and
opened the driver’s door, looked in the back seat and under the driver’s seat.
He got out of the car and walked around the car and opened the passenger’s door,
and checked the glove box. “So far, so good. You’ll be on your way any moment.”
He laughed to himself, as he knew there is a package under this seat. Because
Pablo always puts it under the passenger’s seat. He leaned over and pulled the
package out and set it on the roof.
“What’s this then? You said
there weren’t any drugs in the car. I hate liars more than drug dealers.” The
Chief tried to look surprised and angry as he contemplated the prospect of
searching the two suddenly terrified looking women.
“That is not ours! We have
never seen that before. Please believe me. This is a rental car, maybe it the
previous owners,” Lauren pleaded.
El Jefe pulls out a pocketknife
and pokes a hole in the package, and shows the white powder to the women, then
brushes the powder on his pants. “Just as I said before, Liars; nothing but
filthy liars. Don’t move, you’ll need to be frisked before going to the
station.” El Jefe turned to Pablo. “Pablo which one do you want to frisk
first?”
Pablo, the attendant
stepped up behind Lauren and started to reach out to frisk her, but she stepped
away and screamed, “Don’t touch me! We haven’t done anything wrong. You can’t
let him do this to us. He isn’t even a cop. He’s just some bum that pumps gas
for a living.”
“Ma’am,” the Chief said,
patiently. “ This is deputy Pablo. This town is too small to afford a police
chief and a deputy both working at the same time, and he works the night shift,
but he is an official deputized law enforcement officer. Pablo, show the ladies
your badge.” He laughed inside as Pablo showed the fake badge. “The things a
person can buy online are amazing.”
Pablo again stepped behind the
young woman, and again she complained. “I won’t do it. He is not touching me
with those filthy hands.”
“Ma’am, if you don’t cooperate
I’ll have to resort to violence, and if I have to start hitting your mother to
get your cooperation, I won’t stop until I hurt her.” El Jefe said harshly and
turned to Sue Anne, “And you, if you don’t cooperate, I’ll hurt your daughter. I
hate liars. You two are liars, and will be sorry you lied to me. Now both of you
get over here so Pablo can frisk you, to make sure you aren’t carrying anything
you shouldn’t be, then we’ll get you to the station, and decide what to do with
you.”
Lauren looked around for an
escape, but wouldn’t do anything to hurt her mother. She couldn’t believe she
was about to be frisked by a gas station attendant. Lauren felt the deputies
hands on her shoulders, and let him turn her until she was facing her mother,
and the police chief. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed a couple guys
coming over to the station to see what was going on.
Pablo stepped up to the younger
woman and placed his hands on her shoulders and turned her. Pablo moved forward
until his hard-on pressed firmly into her ass, and started to slowly grind into
her.
“What do you think you are
doing?” Lauren screamed, and quickly moved from the unwanted contact. “How dare
you do that to me…”
“I warned you to cooperate, or
else.” The police chief yelled and walked in front of Sue Anne and raised his
hand to slap her. He turned to look at Lauren. ”Enough of this messing around!
So you don’t want my deputy touching your body, so be it. Now strip!” Both women
gasped, unbelieving.
“Please don’t do that to
my baby,” Sue Anne pleaded.
“You’re next bitch, so
shut up. I’ve had it with lying, drug smuggling bitches. If you daughter isn’t
disrobing in another second, or if you open your trap again, I’ll put you both
in the hurt locker.”
“I’m sorry,” said Lauren,
almost crying. “Please… Just frisk me. I’ll be good, and won’t cause any more
problems.”
“These people are hurt by
your drug smuggling, and now they will see what lying criminals look like naked.
I gave you a chance, and you complained before he touched anything but your
shoulders.”
“He… h… had… His thing… w…
was…”
“Quit your whining. Take
off your dress and hand it to Pablo. You will do this right now, or I will
severely punish your mother, than have you forcibly stripped. The choice is
yours”
Lauren knew she’d made a
mistake, and now must suffer through it, but she wouldn’t give the bastard the
satisfaction of her crying or complaining. She took a deep breath, and then
reached for the back of her dress and slowly unzipped. It took all her willpower
to push the dress down and she stepped out of it and handed it to Pablo. The
worst part was watching Pablo manhandle, and wrinkle her new dress. She was
standing there in lace topped thigh-high hose, her tiny red lace thong panties,
which barely contained her goodies, and a matching red lace demi-cup
bra.
“The hose,” El Jefe said,
impassively, watching her carefully.
Lauren kicked off her
shoes, pulled the left thigh high down, and was struggling getting the right
stocking off her foot. She heard the rude comments from the spectators that just
arrived “Wow, what an ass.” “Did you see when she bent over, her tits almost
fell out?” “Damn she looks good in red.” And other comments about her body, but
she tried to ignore them, and finally handed both stockings to Pablo.
“Since the guys like your
ass so much, I guess the panties are next.” El Jefe couldn’t look away from the
woman in the expensive red underwear.
Lauren had spent most of
her life at boarding schools, collage dorms, with public showers, and the
occasional trip to the nude beach. Lauren decided to take what little power she
could away from the local police chief. She knew she had an incredible body so
there was little horror at being naked in front of these people. In fact it was
better than being groped by that asshole. She pulled her small panties off and
immediately unhooked the front clasp of her bra. She stood up straight looking
the local police chief in the eyes, and then she shrugged her shoulders and
turned around in a circle, and handed both garments to the deputy. What she
wasn’t ready for was Pablo opening her panties and gazing into the crotch, and
slowly raise them to his nose, and while looking her in the eyes take a long,
deep sniff of her panties.
“OHMYGOD! You disgusting
pervert! I can’t believe you did that.” Lauren yelled in outrage.
Sue Anne was in a daze,
and didn’t notice what was happening until her daughter yelled. Sue Anne now saw
the deputy with the panties and yelled, “Stop that you filthy animal.” She was
terrified with the knowledge that she would be next. “What will it take to
keep my underwear on? How am I going to hide my implants?”
So the woman wants to
play, El Jefe thought, as he watched Lauren unsnap her bra unasked. Good! It
will be more fun that way. He couldn’t stop staring at her perfect body; she had
wonderful tits, ideal size for her frame, tapered waist, and an ass that was
utter perfection. Her pubic hair was a brownish-red, shaved into a Mohawk
that barely fit inside her bikini tan line, but no tan line on top. "This bitch
must like showing her tits to people, but does the mother? I’m going to make
the mother suffer for the daughter’s attitude, he thought. “Well Pablo?” El
Jefe asked.
“Not bad, El Jefe. It
smells clean. It’s like a mix between fabric softener and perfume. Real sweet.”
Pablo said. “She’s wearing 36 C bra if anyone wanted to know.” He announced to
the crowd, waving Lauren’s bra like a trophy.
“Hey Pablo, did you ever
notice that a natural blonde is like a unicorn, something out of a legend, but
never seen. Handcuff her; then we’ll get started on the mother.”
“I bet this is the only
way you can get a look at a naked woman…” Lauren taunted the local police chief
as Pablo handcuffed Lauren’s hands behind her back.
“Please be quiet, Lauren.
Please chief, let my daughter get dressed, and we can go to the station and
discuss this like adults.” Sue Anne was scared now, because she could see the
police chief getting mad because having Lauren strip didn’t work as planned.
“Lauren wasn’t intimidated by being naked in public, but I am, and I’m next”,
Sue Anne thought. “Oh God, what am I going to do?”
“Madam, it’s too late for
that. I tried to be nice, but your daughter called poor Pablo a pervert, and
made fun because he works a second job in a gas station. It’s hard to find
steady work here, and I think she hurt his feelings. You don’t think Pablo was
wrong in the way he checked you daughter’s panties do you? Do you think he’s a
pervert?”
“Oh my God, that was a
filthy thing he did to my daughter. I can’t answer how he wants me to without
betraying my daughter, but I don’t want to strip with all these strangers
watching. I don’t know what to do.”
“Well?”
Sue Anne thought, “I’m
sorry Lauren, but I can’t. I just can’t take my clothes off. I have to answer
him like he wants me to.” “Uhm n… no chief, he w… was j… j… just being
thorough and doing his job.”
“Mother!” Lauren
screamed
Pablo saw Lauren watching
him as he picked up Lauren’s panties, tossed her bra over his shoulder. He made
a ball out of her panties, and tried to stuff them in her mouth.
Lauren fought by turning
her head, but her grabbed her right nipple and started to squeeze and twist it.
“AAAHHH!” She felt sure it would be ripped off. As she continued to scream, she
felt her panties enter her mouth, and felt him tying them in place with her bra.
Her only thought was “It’s only a piece of cloth; they’re not my
panties.” Tears started to fall down Lauren’s face. “I’ve never been this
helpless, and I wish I would of let that asshole cop a feel or two. What
horrible thing will my mother have to endure or say because of me? Mommy, I’m so
sorry.”
“Now that your daughter
will remain quiet, you can begin to take off your clothes,” the police chief
said to Sue Anne.
“Please, Chief, can’t you
just frisk me instead?”
“Pablo, I think this lady
wants you to run your hands all over her body. Is that what you’re asking him to
do?”
“Yes.” Sue Anne whispered.
She started to cry.
“Yes, what? Ma’am?” The
Chief tried not to laugh.
“Please don’t do this to
me.”
“You don’t want to say the
words, Pablo, please run your hands all over my body? That is not a problem.
Please start taking off your clothes. Remember, the first complaint out of your
mouth, we end the frisking and start the stripping!”
Lauren was crying freely
now, and thought, “This is all my fault. I’m so sorry mom, that they’re
treating you so badly.”
“No!” “I can do this to
keep my clothes on.” Sue Anne took a deep breath “Pablo, P… ple… Please r…
run your h… hands over me.” She mumbled between sobs. Tears were running down
her face, and dropping onto her blouse.
“Since you ask so nicely,
walk over here and stand in front of me, and I’ll be happy to run my hands all
over your body. If that is all right with you?” Pablo said, grinning. Sue Anne
nodded and walked over and stood about a foot away. “Closer.” She moved 6-inches
closer, until the tips of their shoes touched. “Now spread your legs apart!”
Pablo moved until her chest just touched his, and placed her shoes on the
outside of his boots, a little wider than shoulder width apart.
The police chief watched
as Sue Anne moved ever closer to Pablo until their bodies touched. He watched as
Pablo groped, and raised her skirt until her panties were showing. Pablo told
her to turn around, and ran his fingers between the older woman’s legs for a
couple of seconds and then started to fondle her breasts through the tightly
buttoned jacket.
Sue Anne was in agony as
she was ordered closer, and closer. “I’ve always been a strong independent
woman, I’m Harvard educated, and run a large department where people listen to
and respect me, and a couple slack-jawed-yokels are ordering me around like a
toy.” She shuddered as her chest touched, but she didn’t let their crotches
touch. She could smell beer, and cigarettes on his breath. She felt his hands
travel down her sides, his thumbs brushing the sides of her breasts. His hands
continued until they were at her lower back, and came up over her back caressing
her like a lover might, pulling her closer and closer until his chest crushed
her small breasts. Up and down, rubbing every inch of her back, feeling her bra
strap through her clothes; it would be only a matter of time before he grabbed
her butt. She wasn’t prepared for the force of his grip as her pulled her into
his groin. He pulled at her ass as his hard cock ground into her lower
stomach.
She stood passively as she
was dry humped. She felt her skirt slowly being raised, and still did nothing.
She suffered his hand on her, but now under her skirt this time, and Sue Anne
could barely stand still as the hands caressed and fondled her, shoving the
slippery fabric of her slip between her legs. Slowly, inch-by-inch, Sue Anne
felt her last covering moving up her legs. Soon her plain panties would be shown
to the world. Sue Anne felt defeated as the deputy groped and caressed her
pantyhose covered assed, knowing that in a couple of minutes, she would probably
be raped. She put her head against his chest and cried.
“Ma’am I’m going to need
you to turn around, and you’ll need to pull up your skirt so I can complete my
search, unless you would like to strip. The choice is yours.”
“It’s almost over. I can
get through anything as long as I don’t have to remove my clothes.”
She
thought as she turned around and faced the chief. The thought crumbled as soon
as Pablo’s hard cock pressed confidently into her ass. She felt his shoes
nudging her shoes, and reluctantly opened her legs till her legs were again
shoulder width apart. Pablo’s hand was now rubbing her stomach, and every so
often his thumb would slip between her buttons and touch her bare skin. She
looked around at the gathering crowd. About ten people were now gathered around
the station to watch the show. Sue Anne was looking for an escape, and saw her
naked daughter crying, the crowd, and knew there was no escape.
“Ma’am, are you stopping
the search?”
“N… N… No.”
“The skirt is in my way.
Take it off or Pull it up Slowly.
Sue Anne started to bend
over to grab the hem of her skirt, and immediately straightened up.
“I’m running out of
patience.”
Sue Anne bent over, and
again felt the extra pressure Pablo was exerting. She also had to push her ass
back into his hard member or be pushed head first into the ground. Her skirt was
raised slowly like he wanted.
“I’ve overcome a lot to
succeed. Boyfriends in college with the put out or get out attitude; bosses that
expected a blowjob for a raise and a promotion. I’ve always stood my ground,
come hell or high water, but here I am crying like a little girl, about to show
a small town my panties, and there is nothing I can do to stop
it.”
“Dios Mio” The
chief thought as woman’s skirt was raised up until her panties showed. In the
heels and pantyhose her legs were gorgeous.
Sue Anne was now holding
her skirt and slip well above her hips hoping this would bring this horrible
event to a close. She felt his hands descend to her inner thighs, next rubbing
the front, sides, than back in a circle. She stood there in the open parking
lot, her skirt up, and her comfortable panties on display to anyone who wanted a
free peek, being caressed like a lover would, and was probably the worst moment
in her life. He was now rubbing his fingers between her legs, working her
pantyhose and panties inside her vagina, trying to excite her. She laughed
thinking, “He might as well be rubbing my shoulder.” She received no
excitement from his contact. She was lost in her own dismal thoughts until she
heard the dreaded words…
Then the very thing she
was trying desperately to avoid, happened. He had his hands on both breasts and
said, “Hey,El Jefe, she has something in her bra.”
“What?”
“How the hell am I suppose
to know? Whatever it is, it’s under a padded bra.”
“Madam, I guess your going
to have to disrobe, so we can see what you have tucked inside your
bra.”
“Please, Chief, it’s
nothing. Well, it’s…let’s please go the station and I’ll explain it to you,” Sue
Anne said. “ How can I avoid this embarrassment?”
“No. I don’t think so.
You’ll have to disrobe here, and show me what’s inside your bra first. It might
be a booby trap.”
“Please Chief!” “Oh
God, how can I explain I stuff my bra? Please don’t make me show you!” Oh,
God! I uhmm I stuff ummm my bra,” a mortified Sue Anne explained.
“You stuff you bra? A
grown woman, I thought only young girls did that.” The local police chief said
loud enough so everyone could hear. Sue Anne thought she would die of shame.
“Pablo, you better feel those tits again.”
“Sure thing El Jefe.”
Pablo says, and he fondled the woman again. He made a show of caressing her
breasts, rubbing, squeezing, and moving them around. He loved the power over
this old broad. He knew a woman like this wouldn’t give him the time of day, but
here he is openly humiliating her. “Here she stands just patiently waiting
till I’m done squeezing her tits.” “I don’t know? There is an awful lot of
padding in her bra, and then I guess there is something else, but damn if I can
feel a tit through all this stuff. Damn, this broad is nothing but padding. Must
be flat as a board. We’d better make sure. I think she should strip. So everyone
can see the real size of those tits.”
“You heard him lady, take
off the jacket.”
Sue Anne was emotionally
drained. She acted like a zombie as she began to disrobe. She unbuttoned her tan
jacket and just let it fall to the ground in the dusty parking lot.
“Now off with your skirt,”
said the Chief.
She unsnapped and unzipped
the skirt, then wiggling and struggling finally pushed the skirt over her hips
and ass, let the skirt fall into the dust, not even caring that the suit cost
$400 and had been worn only twice. Now everyone could see that Sue Anne had on a
short lace trimmed half-slip under her skirt. The crowd snorted in
approval.
“OK lady the blouse is
next.”
Sue Anne unbuttoned the
blouse slowly, because her fingers shook so badly, and it also went to the dirt.
“This has to be the end, once I’m down to my underwear I know they will stop.
They have to!”
Pablo was enjoying the
show, as the pristine blouse fell in the dust, and Sue Anne just stood there in
a white bra with lace pattern on the cups, and her white silky half-slip. For
an old broad she looks pretty good, he thought. Nice underwear!
“Such a pretty little
slip,” the Chief grinned. “Let me see it.” Oh, no, Sue Anne thought. Not
this. Not everything. I don’t have Lauren’s figure, and my underwear is so old
fashioned. Slowly, reluctantly, Sue Anne pulled the waistband of her slip
down. She bent forward a little as she pushed the silky garment to the ground.
There was a smattering of applause as Sue Anne picked it up and handed it to the
Chief. Now she was just in her bra and dark pantyhose, with her full brief white
panties showing underneath the tight nylon.
Sue Anne unconsciously
reached for the waistband and pulled her pantyhose up, then ran both her thumbs
around the top of her pantyhose, adjusting them. She stopped; humiliated that
she should be fixing her hose out in front of everybody. And for the first time,
she noticed the cameras. The flashes. The red lights of the camcorders. The
Chief noticed her discomfiture right away, and had a plan.
“Ma’am, Please remove your
hose next.”
With trembling hands, Sue
Anne pushed the waistband down past her navel, and paused at the top of her
panties, making sure her panties didn’t go down with them. She continued to
slide them down, awkwardly, and moved her hands around to the back and slid the
tight hose over her ass. Her hose were now at the bottom of her panties when she
heard the words she had been longing for.
“Stop, I’ve changed my
mind. You can pull your hose back up.” El Jefe said. “Oh, is this going to be
great.”
“Thank you! Thank you!”
Sue Anne cried. She pulled her pantyhose back into place, thinking everything
was over. Sue Anne was standing in the parking lot in just a lacy bra and a pair
of pantyhose that came up past her navel, and her large white panties could
clearly be seen. Never in her wildest dreams did she think she would be happy to
be standing outside in her underwear with a bunch of people staring at her, but
the alternative was too scary to think about. “I’m so happy he changed his
mind, I could kiss him.”
“Now you can pull them
off.”
“What? But you said… I
thought we were done.”
“I just need to see
something, please remove the hose, and we’ll continue.”
Sue Anne was devastated.
Thinking she was saved only to be further humiliated was too much to take, and
she started to sob softly. She looked over at her naked daughter, handcuffed and
gagged with her own red panties and lace bra. “We’re both going to be naked,
she thought to herself. I could have saved myself the humiliation of begging and
just undressed like Lauren. At least I can try to have some dignity now.”
She took a couple deep-calming breaths, and, still crying, pushed the pantyhose
down a second time. She noticed the chief staring at her stomach. “Nobody
would be that mean, but knowing she was probably wrong.”
“Now you see it, now you
don’t,” El Jefe said laughing.
“Hey, it’s the Pillsbury
Dough Girl. Do you think if I poked her stomach, she would make that noise?”
Pablo joined in.
“Why are you treating me
like this! What did I do to you, that you would treat me so mean.” Sue Anne knew
what they were talking about. She had a small paunch, which sit-ups couldn’t get
rid of. In the last couple years, she’d started to wear control-top pantyhose
everyday, and sometimes a panty-girdle. A small crowd of people was laughing at
the local police chief’s jokes. Sue Anne wanted to crawl into a hole and die.
Never in all of her life has she been this humiliated. Even in high school the
boys jokes didn’t hurt this much. They’d laugh and taunt her. It is the curse of
small-breasted women everywhere, but Sue Anne never had stand there and listen
helplessly, and strip naked for their enjoyment. To top it off, Pablo gave her a
small jab in her tummy with his finger and watched the flesh bounce.
Sue Anne stood there
wearing a pair white cotton full cut brief panties, and her bra with lace
appliqué on the cups. Both men seemed to be enjoying her distress.
“Aren’t you a little young
for granny panties? Them are the ugliest pair of drawers I’ve ever seen.” Pablo
said, laughing
“He’s right, lady. Your
daughter knew how to buy underwear. That has to be the saddest pair of panties
I’ve ever seen a grown woman wear. You should be ashamed to seen in them. I’ll
save you the embarrassment of having to stand there any longer in those awful
panties. Take them off now!” El Jafe said.
“I wore these for comfort,
not to show the world.” Sue Anne pushed her large
panties down, and stepped out of them. “Damn girl, don’t you ever shave that
bush?” the police chief taunted. “The more I see of you the less I like. You’re
all flabby and hairy. I’m glad there is only one more piece to go, then we’ll
see the real you, and get you covered up before someone gets sick. Take off the
bra.”
Sue Anne was horrified at
his words. “Flabby and hairy indeed! Make someone sick! The nerve of him! I
work out twice a week, and the guys in the office flirt with me, and I catch
them trying to peek up my skirts whenever they think I’m not looking. I
know I’m sill a very attractive woman.” The Chief knew it too, but he was
getting aroused at the effect his words were having at the soon-to-be naked
professional woman. He thought back to only a few minutes ago as the snooty
women in their fancy clothes had made fun of his little town and his deputy. He
deliberately stepped on Sue Anne’s designer suit and ground it a little further
into the dust as he waited for Sue Anne’s bra to come off.
Sue Anne was rattle by his
words as she reached around and unhooked the bra trying to keep the inserts in
the bra cups, so they didn’t fall to the ground when she removed the bra. Sue
Anne was angry, nervous and sweaty, and the inserts stuck to her tits, and
before she could catch them they fell to the ground. She just dropped the bra
onto her clothes, and covered her tits with one hand and her full auburn bush
with the other. Sue Anne felt ashamed at shaving her pubic hair. She shaved just
enough so the hair wouldn’t poke out the sides of her panties. She grew up in an
era that only a slut would shave that part of her body.
“Look! Her tits fell off!”
Pablo yelled, and walked over and picked up the fake breasts. He put them up to
his chest, and shook and shimmied, then tossed them to El Jefe. The crowd
laughed at his dancing.
“Ma’am, please lower your
hand, and turn around. Then we’ll take you to the station.” El Jefe said. Sue
Anne reluctantly lowered her hands, and waited for the abuse to start. “You
ain’t nothing but nipples, lady. You look smaller than a twelve-year-old boy.”
Their insults faded into the background, and Sue Anne just cried harder as she
turned her back to them. “Does your ass beep when you back up?” said Pablo as he
swatted her shapely behind. She turned until she faced her tormenters once
again, her breasts and bush now on full display as the Chief reached for her
arms.
The Chief handcuffed Sue
Anne’s hand behind her back, and Pablo picked up their clothes, and placed them
inside the rental car, except for Lauren’s gag. “I’ll march them to the station,
and you bring their car,” the Chief said.
A totally naked Sue Anne
stood next to her equally nude daughter, each woman looking sadly into each
other’s eyes. She felt the police chief grabbed her arm, and push both of them
down the sidewalk to the station. A crowd of men formed a gauntlet, and taunted
and harassed the women the whole way to the station. Sue Anne tried to ignore
the insults, and to walk with a little dignity, but there was none left. Only
shame and humiliation filled her, as she walked naked past ten or so guys whose
comments were about her small breasts and flabby stomach. She felt their hands
on her ass, her breasts, and her tummy. Finally they were inside the police
station, and the harassers were on the other side of the door. Sue Anne was now
a little more worried at being alone with these two men, since she knew
personally one of the men was sexually excited, but maybe, just maybe the worst
was over.
“Pablo, do you think at
least one of these ladies would be nice to us, in exchange for dropping the drug
possession, and letting them go in the morning? Or should we just let them go
now?”
“I don’t know Chief. Maybe
after the photographs.”
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