[fieldman]

Chloe's Sentence Part 2

A newly convicted prisoner is processed, remanded and finally her sentence is executed. Prison, nc, spanking, light medical.

Soon the younger guard returned from washing her hands and the two unwrapped Chloe, letting her down from the gurney. The receptionist was making a phone call but as Chloe tried to figure out what the call was about, the older guard began talking again.

"As soon as the nurse is ready we'll be taking you for your medical. You've already done the questionnaire haven't you?"

Chloe nodded.

"Good. Stand there and wait." With that the older guard went to exchange words with the receptionist in a low voice so Chloe couldn't hear them. With nothing else to do, she took in the younger guard's appearance.

The woman was no older than 25. She wore a plain grey double breasted shirt, her blonde hair scraped into a tight bun well above its collar, which she wore with the top button open. Her makeup was minimal, just some light eyeliner that somehow softened her brown eyes. The lines of her bra could be seen through the material of the shirt and Chloe guessed she was a C cup or so. A black plastic belt through the loops of her grey cargo pants held them above her hips, one pocket bulging with a notebook or a phone. From her belt dangled a baton in a shiny leather sheath. Stout leather boots, maybe with steel toe caps, reached above the guard's ankles.

"Butterfield," called the older guard. "We're taking you for your medical now." Chloe obediently followed her through the door where the gurney had come from earlier, followed closely by the younger guard. Through the doors was a short windowless corridor, the gurney and a small hand sink set into an alcove down one side. Pausing outside a door with a glass viewing pane, the older guard knocked and entered immediately, glancing round to be sure the prisoner followed her in.

The room was a standard doctor's consultation room with bed, half drawn modesty screen, examination chair and a work desk for the medic. Sitting at the desk looking at a screen was a middle aged woman in plain blue nurse's uniform who turned and stood as Chloe and her escort entered.

The older guard nodded a greeting. "Chloe Butterfield, new intake. Unless you need me here I'll leave you with Miss Prince."

Glancing at Chloe, the nurse shook her head. "I think we'll be fine, I'll call up when I'm done here." Turning to Chloe, who suddenly realised her wrists were still cuffed, the nurse said: "Hello. I am Nurse Chesterfield. I am one of the prison nurses and it is my job to examine you today and make sure you're fit to be placed in your allocated wing. I must also perform an intimate search of your body and carry out a
drugs test before I can release you."

Blood immediately flushed to Chloe's face. An intimate search! Drugs test? Before these had registered fully she realised the nurse was still talking.

"... questionnaire you answered earlier and reviewed your medical history and you seem to be in good health so hopefully we won't be too long. We'll begin with the search, that's the part most women here dislike the most, and then the rest of it is like any other medical examination you've had. When did you last see a doctor?"

Blinking, Chloe racked her brain. "Um... last year I think?"

"That's right," replied Nurse Butterfield. "And what was it for?"

The prisoner scrunched up her toes inside her shoes and let her head drop. "For - for my time of the month, I had cramps..."

"Yes, good," said the nurse. Chloe realised the woman already knew the answers from her records.

"Any disease or infection? Anything you believe I should know about, allergies, old injuries, drug habits, sexually transmitted infections?"

Chloe flushed hard, her stomach lurching. "No none at all. Especially sexual."

"Miss Prince is going to remove your handcuffs," said the nurse, "so you can undress yourself for this next part."

The younger guard stepped in front of Chloe. "Lift your hands up in front of you. Don't be tempted to do anything silly."

What silly thing could she do, wondered Chloe absently as the steel hoops were removed from her wrists. Obviously the guard meant something violent but what if she just picked her nose? Was that silly?

"OK. Clothes off, pile them on the bed, and sit in the chair," said Nurse Chesterfield. As if in a dream, Chloe pulled off her shoes, tugged her jumper over her head and unhooked her skirt, letting it pool around her feet before stepping out of it. Nurse Chesterfield was putting a paper protector on the exam chair while the younger guard, Miss Prince, watched the prisoner out of the corner of her eye, standing between Chloe and the door.

The prisoner hesitated. Nurse Chesterfield glanced round at her and said "All of it please, the faster you are the faster you can get dressed afterwards."

"Do I need to be naked?" asked Chloe in a small voice. Nurse Chesterfield turned round, her brisk attitude suddenly replaced with hard menace.

"I can examine you medically and include your body search as part of that process or Miss Prince and her colleagues can come back and search you instead. Which would you prefer?"

Chloe swallowed. "Please... I'll be good, I dont want to cause trouble!"

Nurse Chesterfield's bony jaw was set firm. "So the medical option and not the disciplinary one."

"Yes," said Chloe as a lump rose in her throat, "medical please miss."

"Get those off," snapped the nurse, indicating Chloe's socks and her matched white bra and knickers. Hasty, stumbling over her own limbs, the prisoner shed all of her underwear and piled it on the bed before standing, her hand covering her pussy and her other arm across her breasts, like a classical statue of old.

Slightly softer than before, Nurse Chesterfield said: "Sit in the chair and put your feet into the stirrups." Chloe did as she was told, feeling her thighs part and her labia exposed as she located her feet into the padded stirrups. Too scared of the unknown to resist, all she could do was awkwardly grip and cup her sex, stretching her fingers to try and cover her anus too, while shielding her nipples with both arms from the other two women in the room.

Almost before she knew it, Chloe had had her pulse and blood pressure taken, her eyes and ears looked into with bright lights and her temperature taken with a thermometer under her tongue. Miss Prince had sat down on a chair beside the door, idly watching as her naked prisoner was checked over by the efficient but unfriendly nurse.

"Now your body cavity search," said the nurse. "Before we begin, do you have anything concealed inside your vagina or anus?"

Feeling waves of humiliation start to break over her, Chloe answered "No, I have nothing."

"Good," commented Nurse Chesterfield. "I will tell you to cough a couple of times and then I will lubricate and insert a gloved finger inside your vagina to feel for anything inside it." As she spoke she pulled on a latex glove.

Chloe felt her pulse begin racing as the nurse squirted KY jelly from a tube onto her finger, approaching the helpless prisoner. With a few deft manipulations of the chair Chesterfield had Chloe's legs spread wide, her entire womanhood opening like the petals of a flower awaiting the first bee of summer.

Gazing at the ceiling tiles, Chloe steeled herself, unconsciously clenching everything. She had had a boyfriend before she was charged and brought to court. Jason had been furious when he found out about the case and had stormed out of her life despite tears and pleas to understand it from her point of view. Never again would she have his lean body between her thighs or his hard, engorged cock thrust into her warm, wet, willing secret place. And now her unwanted replacement for her boyfriend was a bitch prison nurse's gloved finger, witnessed by a suddenly alert Miss Prince.

"Cough for me," ordered Chesterfield. Chloe did her best but the nurse said "again" so she did. The prisoner saw exactly where her nurse's eyes were focused, directly between her legs. If she coughed did that make drugs fall out of her holes, wondered Chloe.

It was all happening so fast. Fully clothed less than ten minutes before, the prisoner shuddered as she felt the first graze of the cool lubricant jelly on her warm outer pussy lips. Trying not to writhe, she sensed the nurse's practised finger wriggling between her dry folds and slipping inside her pussy despite every fibre of her being, every nerve and muscle, trying to resist. The finger sank in past the second knuckle, raping her - rape, RAPE, non consent, screamed Chloe's brain - rotating and flexing as Chesterfield probed Chloe for... for what? Drugs in a packet? She was a good girl, raged Chloe silently, ignoring sudden twinges from her bladder as Chesterfield's obscene intrusion pressed on her internally.

"Nothing there, good. To check your anus I'll need you laid on your side on the bed," said Chesterfield. Chloe ungracefully lowered her feet to floor level and stood up, baulking slightly as the squelchy KY transferred from her vulva to her inner thighs.

Chesterfield had thrown away her gloves while Miss Prince, noticed the prisoner, had put her pile of clothes into a clear plastic sack and removed it from the bed. The prisoner walked over to the bed and lay herself down on the paper protector, taking a moment to appreciate its immediate warmth against her naked body.

"On your side and pull your knees up," said the nurse. Chloe squirmed and did as she was told, exposing everything again. At least her boobs were hidden from view this time, squished and hidden between her protective arms. But her pussy and arsehole were now obscenely displayed to both of the other women. Chesterfield snapped on a fresh glove, the noise echoing round the girl's head as her mind went into overdrive imagining what was happening behind her.

Part 3 to follow.