Author's Note: To show a translation of people speaking in a language other than English, I use double angle quotes: « »
The next afternoon, they got off the train in Warovia's capital of Masarijk. A uniformed guard motioned them to the left into a roped-off aisle. "Obychai. Customs. Vama. "
They went to the back of a very long line. The line crept slowly forward. About 20 feet ahead of them, the roped-off area widened into 3 lines that had X-Ray scanners to one side. Two of them were blocked off and only the one nearest the wall had customs officers with wands and the conveyor belt of the X-Ray scanner turned on.
When the girls were only a few people away from the belt, Jamie noticed a large poster; it showed a joint and a syringe with a large red minus sign over them. The captions were in Russian and English, and said, "Keep Warovia Pure -- Drug possession is punishable by the death penalty."
Jamie thought, 'Oh shit! I still have most of an ounce with me.' Her hand slipped into her duffel and she palmed the bag. She looked around in a panic for a trash bin and saw only one on the far side of the hall with an armed guard standing nearby. 'Not an option...', she thought. She asked a customs officer, « Where are the restrooms? » He pointed beyond the scanners and said « In the front of the station. » 'Shit!'
Finally, in a panic, while Clio's back was turned, she slipped the pot into Clio's bag. 'I'll have to pretend I don't know her, ' Jamie thought, 'or I'll be charged too.' She lagged behind, keeping an eye on Clio's back.
Just as they were getting to the conveyor belt, another customs crew arrived in the far aisle and opened it up. Jamie hurried over and was the first one through. Once she was cleared, she grabbed her bag and walked briskly toward the front doors of the station. She glanced over her shoulder quickly and saw a guard holding back a large mastiff that was sniffing Clio's bag and barking. Jamie thought, 'I'm so sorry, honey...' as she walked through the doors.
Meanwhile, the customs officer standing next to the dog said in a thick Russian accent, "Miss, you will have to come with me."
Clio was confused. "Why? What's wrong? My friend and I--" She looked around and could not see Jamie anywhere.
The officer held up the baggie of pot and said, "Possession of illegal drugs. You must come with me."
She placed her hand firmly on Clio's shoulder and guided her away from the scanners. They turned a corner and an armed guard opened a metal door into a narrow corridor. The walls were cement block painted a pale green, lit by two bulbs covered by iron mesh.
They led Clio down to the first door and into a room. There was a desk at the left end that a police officer was sitting at, typing at a computer, and a large metal table in the middle. On the right side of the room, there were two other police officers standing against the far wall, their black jackets pushed open and their right hands resting on the grips of their pistols.
Clio heard the door latch behind her. The female officer that had led her in said, "I will need to search you for more contraband." as she placed a cardboard box on the table. One of the standing officers strolled over to the table and started searching through Clio's duffel bag. He found her passport and handed it to the officer at the desk.
Clio looked around in a panic at the 3 men and said, "Here? Can't we do in in private?"
The female officer said, "There is no other place. I need these officers to observe as witnesses." She turned to the male officers and said, « I told her I need you to act as witnesses. »
One of them smiled and said, « Thank you. »
She turned back to Clio. "Now please give me your shirt." Tears welled up in Clio's eyes as she looked from officer to officer, but saw no hint of pity in their faces. She slipped her T-shirt over her head and handed to the officer, who looked it over, then folded it and put it in a plastic bin.
"Skirt." Clio unbuttoned her denim skirt, slipped it off, and handed it over. The officer examined it and then it followed her shirt into the bin. She could feel the eyes of the men pouring over her underwear-clad body and started trembling.
"Shoes." She kicked her sandals off and bent over to pick them up, very aware of the eyes of the other officers on her panty-covered ass. A chill from the cold floor spread up her feet as the officer tossed the shoes into the bin.
"Brassiere." She hesitated but forced herself to reach behind and unclasp her bra. She covered her breasts with one hand and handed it over with the other.
"Panties."
Clio paused, unable to remove her arms from around her breasts. The officer said, "I can ask the other officers to do it if you won't..."
She fought back tears as she hooked both thumbs in the sides of her panties, exposing her tits to the officers. They made no effort to hide their enjoyment of them swaying and hanging forward as she pushed her panties down over her knees. She could see out of the corner of her eye that one of them was leaning over to get a closer look at her ass and a few wisps of her bush peeking out between her thighs. She stepped out of the panties and handed them to the officer.
The officer turned to her colleague at the desk, who was looking through her passport, and said, « I need some gloves and some lubricant. » Clio couldn't help but cover her tits with one arm and her bush with her other hand, slumping over as if it could help her be less exposed.
The inspecting officer noticed this and said sharply, "Hands at your sides! And stand up straight!"
The desk officer said, « We don't have any. Let me call the janitor. »
The officer saw Clio still covering up and yelled, "Stand up straight! Hands at your side!"
Clio did so reluctantly, aware of all eyes being on her nakedness. A little while later, the door swung open and a janitor entered. His eyes were on Clio immediately and went wide as he stared, slack-jawed. She instinctively covered herself with her arms again.
The officer barked to one of her colleagues, « Cuff her! » He strode over and grabbed both wrists and forced her arms behind her back. He put on the cuffs and then, with one hand on her shoulder and one on her ass, forced her to stand up straight. Clio was in shock, unable to cover her nudity, as everyone in the room drank in the sight of her tits bouncing and swaying.
The officer took the lube and gloves from the janitor, who was still staring at Clio. She asked him, « Don't you have any other work to do? »
The janitor said, « I'm on my break. »
She chuckled and said, « Of course you are.» as she slipped on the gloves.
She walked behind Clio and knelt on one knee, peering toward her ass. She stood and said to two of the officers, « She is too short. Put her on the table. »
The male officers approached her from either side. As they got closer, Clio panicked. "What are they doing?" Each grabbed under her arm and then reached down to grab her ankle, and then they hoisted her onto the table, making her bend her legs so she was kneeling. The officer on her right pulled the chain on her cuffs away from her body so that she leaned forward. Then he placed his hand on the back of her head and pushed until her forehead touched the table. As the rest gathered behind her to watch, Clio closed her eyes tight and started crying, saying between sobs, "Please don't!"
Noise from the hall outside echoed in through the still open door. The first customs crew was going on their break, but one of them peeked in and saw Clio's naked ass. « Wow, it looks like it's time for a show! » The five of them filed into the room and crowded in for a better view.
The officer lubed an index finger and parted Clio's bush with the other. As she slid her finger up and down her labia, Clio started whimpering and trembling. The officer mumbled, « Too tight. », and then put a little dab of lube on her other thumb. She placed it on Clio's clit and started rubbing it in tiny circles as she pressed her finger along her labia. Clio let out a gasp and a short moan, and everyone laughed. She bit her lip and tried to stay silent.
Soon the officer worked her finger inside and swiveled it around. Clio tried to stay as still as possible as the finger violated her, not wanting the onlookers to know she was aroused by it.
The officer muttered « This little slut is very wet, » and laughter swept through the crowd.
The officer slipped her finger out and then started rubbing lube around Clio's asshole. Clio whimpered, "No. please don't..." She tried not to react as the woman's finger pressed inside her, but in spite of herself, she arched her back. She was surprised when a thrill passed through her, almost as strong as when the officer rubbed her clit. She tried not to moan as she pleaded, "MMMM, No! Please!"
Soon the officer was satisfied there was nothing to be found and removed the finger from Clio's ass. She said, « I need a towel.» The janitor handed her a rag from his pocket, and she used it to wipe off the lube from Clio's ass and pussy.
Two officers grabbed Clio and pulled her off the table, and another uncuffed her and handed her a prison uniform. Everyone watched as she put on the black overalls and slipped on the socks and cloth slippers. The female officer said, « Okay, show's over. Everyone get back to work.»
§
Clio sat in the small cell with her arms folded on the metal table and her head down on them, sobbing. After a long wait, the door opened and a short, disheveled man in a wrinkled gray suit entered. He placed a laptop on the table across from her and said in heavily-accented English, "Hello, I am Davor, your advocate."
She said, "You're my lawyer? I'm going to be put on trial?"
He looked apologetic and said, "No, there will be no trial. The drugs were found in your belongings, which makes you guilty of drug possession."
"How long are they going to keep me in jail?"
"Oh, I'm afraid you will not be going to jail. Your crime is punished by the death penalty."
She gasped and said, "Oh my God! You have to let me call the American Embassy!"
He said, "That won't be possible."
He paused while she burst into tears, and then he continued. "Our president came to power promising to crack down on drug traffickers and other decadent Westerners." He clicked a few keys on his laptop and then turned it around for Clio to see.
"My government requires me to show you this." There was a video of a young man standing in front of a firing squad. "This young man was smuggling large quantities of cannabis. He was publicly executed as a warning to others." Clio jumped as the rifles fired and he dropped.
The video changed to a young woman standing on a gallows weeping. "This young woman was caught with the same amount of drugs as you were." A man slipped a black hood over her head and moments later pulled a lever. The woman dropped and her sobbing stopped as she bounced at the end of the rope.
Clio put her head in her hands and cried uncontrollably. Davor looked at her for a few moments and stood. "Perhaps I can convince the court to be lenient. Let me see what I can do." He left her sobbing in the room.
He walked back to the interrogation room, and went over to the desk officer. He said, « Could I get some pictures from the video of the American girl? »
The officer said, « Nude? »
« Of course. And a few closeups of her face. »
The officer asked, « This is for your friend at the Institute? »
Davor smiled and said, « Yes. »
The officer sat down at a computer monitor and worked for a while. He finally looked up and said, « I've mailed them to you. »
Davor looked at his phone and said, « Ah, yes, I have them. » He tucked his phone away and pulled out a wad of cash that he handed to the officer. « Thank you. »
He stepped out into the hall and dialed his phone. « Hello, this is Davor. I have a prospect you will want to see. »
The voice on the phone said, « Yes? »
Davor said, « Yes. A young woman, American, very beautiful. Traveling alone. I'm sending you pictures. »
He returned to the cell an hour later and said, "They are willing to record a lesser amount of drugs you were officially trafficking if you are open to performing some...service for our country."
Clio perked up and said, "Yes. What is it?"
"If you agree to work for one of our research labs as a sort of 'assistant', your sentence will be commuted."
"Work for how long?"
"Three years. -- But really, does it matter how long? Your choice is this service or death."
Clio looked at the stack of papers her advocate handed her. She wondered if she should read them first, but then thought, 'He's right - my choice is agree to this or die.' She signed the forms agreeing to the 3-year term as a "lab assistant".
Davor gathered the forms and his laptop and yelled to the guard at the door to let them out. As they walked down the hall back to the examination room, he said they have state of the art research labs due to heavy investments by multinational corporations. "They're attracted by Warovia's less stringent laws and regulations."
They entered the examination room. Clio blushed as she saw all of her earlier tormentors smiling at her. Davor and the officer at the computer had a discussion in Russian; Davor took a clipboard from him and signed a form.
The female officer said, "You must remove the prisoner uniform. It is police property and you are now the responsibility of the Institute."
Clio asked, "Where are my clothes?"
They said, "Confiscated as evidence in your case."
"Can I have them back?"
"No, they are locked in our evidence room."
She said, "I can't go out naked! I'm not leaving until you get me some clothes to wear!"
Two policemen grabbed her and the female officer unzipped the coveralls and yanked them from her. She stripped off her shoes and socks, and another officer cuffed Clio's hands behind her back. Before she could react, they spun her around, marched her through the door, and guided her back out the way they came.
When they got to the door back into the train station, Clio balked -- she saw that they were going to walk her through the crowded depot stark naked. One of the officers gave her a shove and she fell out into the crowd. She lost her footing and landed hard on her knees. Everyone turned to look at her, knees spread wide and exposing her brunette bush, her tits wobbling side to side from the impact.
They pulled her to her feet and pushed her along in front of them, so everyone could get an unobstructed view of her naked body. Excitement rippled through the crowd as more people noticed. Clio cried and whimpered, "Please, give me some clothes." She tried hunching over to hide her breasts even a little bit, but the officer grabbed her hair and pulled, barking "Stand up straight!"
They marched her through the glass doors and onto the street. The crowd on the street noticed and gathered around her, staring and laughing. She didn't understand what they're saying, but their tone sounded crude and demeaning. An older, well-dressed man approached the group and stared unabashedly at her as he talked to the officers. One of them gestured to her breasts and the old man reached out and fondled her left tit with both hands. Clio blushed a full-body blush as tears streamed down her cheeks. The old man then reached down and ran his hands through her untrimmed bush and even stroked his finger up and down her slit. He smiled as he brought his hand up to his nose and sniffed loudly. The crowd laughed at her embarrassment.
Just then a small bus pulled up. The door opened and the driver leered at her. An armed guard stepped out from the bus and looked at Clio appreciatively. He said something to the other officers that caused the crowd to laugh again. He stuck one hand under her armpit, grabbed her ass with the other, and hoisted her onto the bus. He marched her to the back of the bus.
There were cages that ran from floor to ceiling, about 3 feet square. She saw that the two in the back were occupied by a man and a woman, also nude. She was shoved into the next open one and the door slammed shut and locked. There was a square metal shelf about 30 inches off the ground that served as a seat.
As the bus started moving, she sat down and turned to face the others. She whispered, "Do either of you speak English?" The driver yelled something brusque in Russian, and then all three cages sparked with electricity. The 3 prisoners yelled at the pain. The nude man glared at her and held a finger up to his lips.
The sides of the bus were mostly glass with a metal grid behind it. As they drove through the city, everyone on the street could see her nakedness. With her hands cuffed behind her she couldn't even cover up. She turned and faced toward the center of the bus, so most of the passersby could only see her bare ass.
They eventually left the city's industrial grime and headed into the forested hills that rose slowly on the city outskirts. Soon they came into a clearing that looked like a manicured park, and then were driving on streets lined with posh estates decorated in an ornate old-fashioned Eastern European style. Clio could see a large modern building complex in the distance, mostly concrete and glass, with high chain link fences around it. As they reached it, the gate opened.
The next afternoon, they got off the train in Warovia's capital of Masarijk. A uniformed guard motioned them to the left into a roped-off aisle. "Obychai. Customs. Vama. "
They went to the back of a very long line. The line crept slowly forward. About 20 feet ahead of them, the roped-off area widened into 3 lines that had X-Ray scanners to one side. Two of them were blocked off and only the one nearest the wall had customs officers with wands and the conveyor belt of the X-Ray scanner turned on.
When the girls were only a few people away from the belt, Jamie noticed a large poster; it showed a joint and a syringe with a large red minus sign over them. The captions were in Russian and English, and said, "Keep Warovia Pure -- Drug possession is punishable by the death penalty."
Jamie thought, 'Oh shit! I still have most of an ounce with me.' Her hand slipped into her duffel and she palmed the bag. She looked around in a panic for a trash bin and saw only one on the far side of the hall with an armed guard standing nearby. 'Not an option...', she thought. She asked a customs officer, « Where are the restrooms? » He pointed beyond the scanners and said « In the front of the station. » 'Shit!'
Finally, in a panic, while Clio's back was turned, she slipped the pot into Clio's bag. 'I'll have to pretend I don't know her, ' Jamie thought, 'or I'll be charged too.' She lagged behind, keeping an eye on Clio's back.
Just as they were getting to the conveyor belt, another customs crew arrived in the far aisle and opened it up. Jamie hurried over and was the first one through. Once she was cleared, she grabbed her bag and walked briskly toward the front doors of the station. She glanced over her shoulder quickly and saw a guard holding back a large mastiff that was sniffing Clio's bag and barking. Jamie thought, 'I'm so sorry, honey...' as she walked through the doors.
Meanwhile, the customs officer standing next to the dog said in a thick Russian accent, "Miss, you will have to come with me."
Clio was confused. "Why? What's wrong? My friend and I--" She looked around and could not see Jamie anywhere.
The officer held up the baggie of pot and said, "Possession of illegal drugs. You must come with me."
She placed her hand firmly on Clio's shoulder and guided her away from the scanners. They turned a corner and an armed guard opened a metal door into a narrow corridor. The walls were cement block painted a pale green, lit by two bulbs covered by iron mesh.
They led Clio down to the first door and into a room. There was a desk at the left end that a police officer was sitting at, typing at a computer, and a large metal table in the middle. On the right side of the room, there were two other police officers standing against the far wall, their black jackets pushed open and their right hands resting on the grips of their pistols.
Clio heard the door latch behind her. The female officer that had led her in said, "I will need to search you for more contraband." as she placed a cardboard box on the table. One of the standing officers strolled over to the table and started searching through Clio's duffel bag. He found her passport and handed it to the officer at the desk.
Clio looked around in a panic at the 3 men and said, "Here? Can't we do in in private?"
The female officer said, "There is no other place. I need these officers to observe as witnesses." She turned to the male officers and said, « I told her I need you to act as witnesses. »
One of them smiled and said, « Thank you. »
She turned back to Clio. "Now please give me your shirt." Tears welled up in Clio's eyes as she looked from officer to officer, but saw no hint of pity in their faces. She slipped her T-shirt over her head and handed to the officer, who looked it over, then folded it and put it in a plastic bin.
"Skirt." Clio unbuttoned her denim skirt, slipped it off, and handed it over. The officer examined it and then it followed her shirt into the bin. She could feel the eyes of the men pouring over her underwear-clad body and started trembling.
"Shoes." She kicked her sandals off and bent over to pick them up, very aware of the eyes of the other officers on her panty-covered ass. A chill from the cold floor spread up her feet as the officer tossed the shoes into the bin.
"Brassiere." She hesitated but forced herself to reach behind and unclasp her bra. She covered her breasts with one hand and handed it over with the other.
"Panties."
Clio paused, unable to remove her arms from around her breasts. The officer said, "I can ask the other officers to do it if you won't..."
She fought back tears as she hooked both thumbs in the sides of her panties, exposing her tits to the officers. They made no effort to hide their enjoyment of them swaying and hanging forward as she pushed her panties down over her knees. She could see out of the corner of her eye that one of them was leaning over to get a closer look at her ass and a few wisps of her bush peeking out between her thighs. She stepped out of the panties and handed them to the officer.
The officer turned to her colleague at the desk, who was looking through her passport, and said, « I need some gloves and some lubricant. » Clio couldn't help but cover her tits with one arm and her bush with her other hand, slumping over as if it could help her be less exposed.
The inspecting officer noticed this and said sharply, "Hands at your sides! And stand up straight!"
The desk officer said, « We don't have any. Let me call the janitor. »
The officer saw Clio still covering up and yelled, "Stand up straight! Hands at your side!"
Clio did so reluctantly, aware of all eyes being on her nakedness. A little while later, the door swung open and a janitor entered. His eyes were on Clio immediately and went wide as he stared, slack-jawed. She instinctively covered herself with her arms again.
The officer barked to one of her colleagues, « Cuff her! » He strode over and grabbed both wrists and forced her arms behind her back. He put on the cuffs and then, with one hand on her shoulder and one on her ass, forced her to stand up straight. Clio was in shock, unable to cover her nudity, as everyone in the room drank in the sight of her tits bouncing and swaying.
The officer took the lube and gloves from the janitor, who was still staring at Clio. She asked him, « Don't you have any other work to do? »
The janitor said, « I'm on my break. »
She chuckled and said, « Of course you are.» as she slipped on the gloves.
She walked behind Clio and knelt on one knee, peering toward her ass. She stood and said to two of the officers, « She is too short. Put her on the table. »
The male officers approached her from either side. As they got closer, Clio panicked. "What are they doing?" Each grabbed under her arm and then reached down to grab her ankle, and then they hoisted her onto the table, making her bend her legs so she was kneeling. The officer on her right pulled the chain on her cuffs away from her body so that she leaned forward. Then he placed his hand on the back of her head and pushed until her forehead touched the table. As the rest gathered behind her to watch, Clio closed her eyes tight and started crying, saying between sobs, "Please don't!"
Noise from the hall outside echoed in through the still open door. The first customs crew was going on their break, but one of them peeked in and saw Clio's naked ass. « Wow, it looks like it's time for a show! » The five of them filed into the room and crowded in for a better view.
The officer lubed an index finger and parted Clio's bush with the other. As she slid her finger up and down her labia, Clio started whimpering and trembling. The officer mumbled, « Too tight. », and then put a little dab of lube on her other thumb. She placed it on Clio's clit and started rubbing it in tiny circles as she pressed her finger along her labia. Clio let out a gasp and a short moan, and everyone laughed. She bit her lip and tried to stay silent.
Soon the officer worked her finger inside and swiveled it around. Clio tried to stay as still as possible as the finger violated her, not wanting the onlookers to know she was aroused by it.
The officer muttered « This little slut is very wet, » and laughter swept through the crowd.
The officer slipped her finger out and then started rubbing lube around Clio's asshole. Clio whimpered, "No. please don't..." She tried not to react as the woman's finger pressed inside her, but in spite of herself, she arched her back. She was surprised when a thrill passed through her, almost as strong as when the officer rubbed her clit. She tried not to moan as she pleaded, "MMMM, No! Please!"
Soon the officer was satisfied there was nothing to be found and removed the finger from Clio's ass. She said, « I need a towel.» The janitor handed her a rag from his pocket, and she used it to wipe off the lube from Clio's ass and pussy.
Two officers grabbed Clio and pulled her off the table, and another uncuffed her and handed her a prison uniform. Everyone watched as she put on the black overalls and slipped on the socks and cloth slippers. The female officer said, « Okay, show's over. Everyone get back to work.»
§
Clio sat in the small cell with her arms folded on the metal table and her head down on them, sobbing. After a long wait, the door opened and a short, disheveled man in a wrinkled gray suit entered. He placed a laptop on the table across from her and said in heavily-accented English, "Hello, I am Davor, your advocate."
She said, "You're my lawyer? I'm going to be put on trial?"
He looked apologetic and said, "No, there will be no trial. The drugs were found in your belongings, which makes you guilty of drug possession."
"How long are they going to keep me in jail?"
"Oh, I'm afraid you will not be going to jail. Your crime is punished by the death penalty."
She gasped and said, "Oh my God! You have to let me call the American Embassy!"
He said, "That won't be possible."
He paused while she burst into tears, and then he continued. "Our president came to power promising to crack down on drug traffickers and other decadent Westerners." He clicked a few keys on his laptop and then turned it around for Clio to see.
"My government requires me to show you this." There was a video of a young man standing in front of a firing squad. "This young man was smuggling large quantities of cannabis. He was publicly executed as a warning to others." Clio jumped as the rifles fired and he dropped.
The video changed to a young woman standing on a gallows weeping. "This young woman was caught with the same amount of drugs as you were." A man slipped a black hood over her head and moments later pulled a lever. The woman dropped and her sobbing stopped as she bounced at the end of the rope.
Clio put her head in her hands and cried uncontrollably. Davor looked at her for a few moments and stood. "Perhaps I can convince the court to be lenient. Let me see what I can do." He left her sobbing in the room.
He walked back to the interrogation room, and went over to the desk officer. He said, « Could I get some pictures from the video of the American girl? »
The officer said, « Nude? »
« Of course. And a few closeups of her face. »
The officer asked, « This is for your friend at the Institute? »
Davor smiled and said, « Yes. »
The officer sat down at a computer monitor and worked for a while. He finally looked up and said, « I've mailed them to you. »
Davor looked at his phone and said, « Ah, yes, I have them. » He tucked his phone away and pulled out a wad of cash that he handed to the officer. « Thank you. »
He stepped out into the hall and dialed his phone. « Hello, this is Davor. I have a prospect you will want to see. »
The voice on the phone said, « Yes? »
Davor said, « Yes. A young woman, American, very beautiful. Traveling alone. I'm sending you pictures. »
He returned to the cell an hour later and said, "They are willing to record a lesser amount of drugs you were officially trafficking if you are open to performing some...service for our country."
Clio perked up and said, "Yes. What is it?"
"If you agree to work for one of our research labs as a sort of 'assistant', your sentence will be commuted."
"Work for how long?"
"Three years. -- But really, does it matter how long? Your choice is this service or death."
Clio looked at the stack of papers her advocate handed her. She wondered if she should read them first, but then thought, 'He's right - my choice is agree to this or die.' She signed the forms agreeing to the 3-year term as a "lab assistant".
Davor gathered the forms and his laptop and yelled to the guard at the door to let them out. As they walked down the hall back to the examination room, he said they have state of the art research labs due to heavy investments by multinational corporations. "They're attracted by Warovia's less stringent laws and regulations."
They entered the examination room. Clio blushed as she saw all of her earlier tormentors smiling at her. Davor and the officer at the computer had a discussion in Russian; Davor took a clipboard from him and signed a form.
The female officer said, "You must remove the prisoner uniform. It is police property and you are now the responsibility of the Institute."
Clio asked, "Where are my clothes?"
They said, "Confiscated as evidence in your case."
"Can I have them back?"
"No, they are locked in our evidence room."
She said, "I can't go out naked! I'm not leaving until you get me some clothes to wear!"
Two policemen grabbed her and the female officer unzipped the coveralls and yanked them from her. She stripped off her shoes and socks, and another officer cuffed Clio's hands behind her back. Before she could react, they spun her around, marched her through the door, and guided her back out the way they came.
When they got to the door back into the train station, Clio balked -- she saw that they were going to walk her through the crowded depot stark naked. One of the officers gave her a shove and she fell out into the crowd. She lost her footing and landed hard on her knees. Everyone turned to look at her, knees spread wide and exposing her brunette bush, her tits wobbling side to side from the impact.
They pulled her to her feet and pushed her along in front of them, so everyone could get an unobstructed view of her naked body. Excitement rippled through the crowd as more people noticed. Clio cried and whimpered, "Please, give me some clothes." She tried hunching over to hide her breasts even a little bit, but the officer grabbed her hair and pulled, barking "Stand up straight!"
They marched her through the glass doors and onto the street. The crowd on the street noticed and gathered around her, staring and laughing. She didn't understand what they're saying, but their tone sounded crude and demeaning. An older, well-dressed man approached the group and stared unabashedly at her as he talked to the officers. One of them gestured to her breasts and the old man reached out and fondled her left tit with both hands. Clio blushed a full-body blush as tears streamed down her cheeks. The old man then reached down and ran his hands through her untrimmed bush and even stroked his finger up and down her slit. He smiled as he brought his hand up to his nose and sniffed loudly. The crowd laughed at her embarrassment.
Just then a small bus pulled up. The door opened and the driver leered at her. An armed guard stepped out from the bus and looked at Clio appreciatively. He said something to the other officers that caused the crowd to laugh again. He stuck one hand under her armpit, grabbed her ass with the other, and hoisted her onto the bus. He marched her to the back of the bus.
There were cages that ran from floor to ceiling, about 3 feet square. She saw that the two in the back were occupied by a man and a woman, also nude. She was shoved into the next open one and the door slammed shut and locked. There was a square metal shelf about 30 inches off the ground that served as a seat.
As the bus started moving, she sat down and turned to face the others. She whispered, "Do either of you speak English?" The driver yelled something brusque in Russian, and then all three cages sparked with electricity. The 3 prisoners yelled at the pain. The nude man glared at her and held a finger up to his lips.
The sides of the bus were mostly glass with a metal grid behind it. As they drove through the city, everyone on the street could see her nakedness. With her hands cuffed behind her she couldn't even cover up. She turned and faced toward the center of the bus, so most of the passersby could only see her bare ass.
They eventually left the city's industrial grime and headed into the forested hills that rose slowly on the city outskirts. Soon they came into a clearing that looked like a manicured park, and then were driving on streets lined with posh estates decorated in an ornate old-fashioned Eastern European style. Clio could see a large modern building complex in the distance, mostly concrete and glass, with high chain link fences around it. As they reached it, the gate opened.