They don’t bother with zippers.
The younger guard grabs my dress and rips. The fabric tears away from my body, leaving me completely naked except for my heels.
Three men in uniform, surrounding me. Staring at my body with undisguised hunger.
“Hands on the wall,” the leader orders. “Spread your legs.”
I comply. Palms flat against the concrete, legs spread wide, ass out, everything exposed.
“Search her properly this time.”
Hands. Everywhere.
The younger guard cups my breasts from behind, kneading roughly, pinching my n*****s until I whimper. The big one runs his hands down my sides, over my hips, gripping my ass hard enough to leave bruises.
The leader stands in front of me, watching.
“Check between her legs,” he instructs. “Make sure she’s not hiding anything.”
The younger guard’s
