"Form a line and follow me, girls," Sue said once Beth had completed the log in paperwork. She led the way down a corridor to a door marked "Offender Changing Area", flashed her card key and entered the PIN, then opened the door.

The room looked like any changing room at a gym. There were lockers along one wall with a bench fixed to floor in front of it. A small table stood against the far wall.

Two things were present that would not have been found in an ordinary gym women's changing room, however. On the table was a box of medical examining gloves and a tube of lubricant. The students probably didn't notice those, because their eyes were riveted on the other, the two large male guards standing against the far wall.

"Everything off, ladies!" Sue announced. "Place your clothes neatly in one of the lockers. Any jewelry, earing, nose rings, nipple rings, anything else, place in the plastic baggie provided, write your name on it and hand it to Officer Timmins. Everything will be returned to you upon your release."

The three students, stood still, in shock, staring at the male guards. "We can't get undressed in front of them!" Rebecca complained. "This is supposed to be a women's facility. It's not right!"

Sgt. Miller marched over to stand in front of her. "Goldman, you and your chums here are dangerous radicals," she started in her harshest, sternest voice. "You attacked the Attorney General of this state. Now you get those clothes off right now or I will ask these fine gentlemen to assist you, you hear me?"

The two male officers each took a step forward to re-inforce her point. Rebecca looked frightened.

Drake muttered something under her breath.

"What was that, Drake? You have something to say, let's all hear it," the Sergeant said.

"We didn't attack him, just his car," Drake said.

Sgt. Miller got right in the girl's face. "How do you address an officer in this facility, Drake?" Drake looked puzzled. "I suppose you didn't read the instructions they sent you. You refer to us as Ma'am or by our rank and name. In case you can't read our name tags, I'm Sgt. Miller and this is Officer Timmins and that's Dr. Raman. I know three names is hard for a dumb ass like you to remember, so you can go with Ma'am."

"I don't know what they're teaching in that college, Sue," Beth added, shaking her head.

"Nothing useful, that's for sure, Beth. Now, Drake, you got anything to say?"

"No, Ma'am," the girl replied. The Sergeant turned to the other two students. "Either of you have anything to add?" Melrose and Goldman shook their heads. ""Speak when spoken to," Sue ordered.

"No, Ma'am," they both replied.

"Good, now that we've got all that clear, let's get those clothes off." Priya noted that the two male officers had retreated back against the wall, but looked ready to come forward at a moment's notice.

The students looked cowed by Sue's tirade. They removed their overcoats and hung them each in a locker. Priya saw that Rebecca was wearing a T-shirt that said, "Human Rights Are Essential". She wondered if Susan had helped her choose that. Whoever was responsible it probably wasn't a great choice. The other two were wearing plain T shirts.

The students sat down and removed their shoes, placing them in the locker. Then, looking very reluctant, they pulled their shirts over their head. Pamela wasn't wearing a bra. She was on the heavy side and her breasts sagged a bit, but were still attractive in Priya's opinion. She has a stud through the left nipple. The other two wore bras.

"Move it, ladies, we don't have all day!" Beth urged. The students stood and unbuttoned their jeans, lowering them to the ground and stepping out of them. Priya liked that Rebecca's panties matched her bra. They bent to retrieve their pants and hung them in their lockers.

Then, they sat down and took their socks off. Keisha made a face as her bare feet contacted the concrete floor, which was cold and none too clean. Sue Miller had her hands on her hips, looking impatient. Slowly and reluctantly, Keisha and Rebecca reached behind them to unhook their bras. They removed them and placed them in the lockers with their other clothes.

The male guards were leering at the spectacle, though they didn't say anything. They didn't need to-their eyes glued on the almost naked women said enough.

"The panties too. Let's go!" Sue said. The women stood. They were clearly intimidated. Slowly they lowered their panties to the floor.

"In the lockers," Beth ordered. They placed them with their bras and T shirts. "Now the jewelry, in the bag," she added, handing each of them a baggie.

Keisha removed her dangly earrings and a couple of rings from her fingers and placed them in the bag. Rebecca had small studs in her ears and a small nose ring that she removed along with her glasses. Pamela had to work a bit to remove her nipple stud. "That it?" Beth asked. "Nothing down there?"

They all shook their heads. "I can't hear you," Beth said, loudly.

"No, Ma'am," the three students answered in unison.

Beth handed Keisha a marker. "Write your name on the baggie and hand it to me." The girl complied, then passed the marker to Pamela who wrote her name in her baggie and passed the marker to Rebecca.

"Alright, ladies, toes on the line," Sue ordered, indicating a piece of tape on the floor in front of the bench. They hesitated for a moment before complying. "Further apart," Sue ordered. The women inched along the line until the Sergeant indicated she was satisfied with their placement.

Priya studied the three naked bodies. Pamela on the leftmost was chunky, not obese, but large. She had a small tattoo on her belly, a rose, and something on her left ankle that Priya couldn't make out. Her pubic hair was unshaven. She was probably a lesbian, Priya decided.

Keisha probably had the best body of the three. Nice large breasts, but very firm and athletic legs. Her crotch was groomed to a neat landing strip. Her dark brown skin suited her, as did her cornrows.

Rebecca was willowy, thin, small breasted, less athletic looking than Priya remembered her mother being. Her pubic hair was natural, the dark brown curls a perfect match for the hair on her head. No tattoos that Priya could see.

Officer Timmins took a small LED flashlight and turned it on. It was quite bright. She stood in front of Pamela Drake. "Run your hands through your hair". Pamela ran her hands through her butch cut. Priya doubted it would be possible to hide much in there.

"Turn your head to the left". Beth shone the flashlight into Pamela's right ear. "Turn to the right." Same for the left ear.

"Open your mouth. Wider." She shone the light in. "Put your tongue against the roof of your mouth." She peered inside.

"Arms over your head." Her armpits had some hair, but no contraband.

"Lift each breast please." The male guards were watching very closely. There was nothing hidden under the mammary tissue.

"Lift your left foot." Beth shone the flashlight down. The soles were dirty from the floor, but there was nothing hidden. "Spread your toes. OK. Other foot. OK."

Beth went through the same routine with Keisha Melrose and Rebecca Goldman. They weren't hiding anything under their tits or between their toes either.

"Alright, Melrose, take one step forward," Sgt. Miller ordered. The girl shook her head but obeyed. "Squat," she ordered." Keisha bent her knees. "Lower." Keisha bent further. Beth shone the flashlight on her genitals.

"Cough three times," Sue ordered. She coughed three times.

"I can't tell for sure," Beth said.

"Doc!" Sue called.

Priya doubted that the girl was hiding anything inside her. Moreover, she knew that Beth and Sue knew that. This would be her call. She could refuse to do a cavity search, something that, by regulation, could only be done by a doctor, and that would be the end of it.

"Doc, these are dangerous radicals. I wouldn't be surprised if they have some disruption planned," Sue said.

Priya knew that if she refused, she would lose face with Sue and Beth and word would get around the entire department. She knew they had it in for these three because they threatened their jobs with their opposition to caning.

Also, to be honest, for reasons she couldn't totally explain, Priya wanted to do a cavity search on Rebecca Goldman and she didn't think she could do it on one without doing it on all three.

"Please approach the table, Melrose," Priya ordered in her sternest voice, as she pulled a glove onto her right hand.

"No way! This is ridiculous!" Melrose protested. "And racist!"

Sgt. Miller strode quickly to stand in front of the student malcontent. "What's ridiculous is you pissant college girls thinking you know shit. As for racist, these two white girls are going to get exactly the same treatment."

Priya saw that Rebecca looked scared even though she and Pamela joined in the protest. Sgt. Miller ignored their complaints. "Now you march your ass over to the table ASAP, you hear me?" she ordered Keisha.

Priya wouldn't have called what Keisha Melrose did a march exactly, but she did move over to stand in front of the table. "Would you please spread your legs and bend over the table?" Priya ordered. No reason not to be polite.

Keisha muttered something that sounded like "Fuck you!" Priya chose to ignore it since Keisha did bend over, her torso lying flat against the wooden table top, her very nice tits slightly squasded.

Priya kicked her legs a bit further apart. "Don't worry, I'm a doctor. I've done this hundreds of times," she told Melrose, who didn't seem to find that reassuring. Priya squirted a small dollop of lube on the second and third fingers of the glove and inserted them into the girl's vagina. She felt around quickly, but thoroughly.

Then, she withdrew her fingers and moved up the crack of Keisha's ass. The girl squirmed a bit and said, "No!" Priya ignored her and pushed her index finger, then her middle finger inside. She felt around just enough to satisfy the guards, who were watching intently.

"You're clean, Melrose," Priya announced. "You can get up." Keisha stood, looking humiliated, just as Sgt. Miller intended and went back to stand with her fellow students.