‘She’s been very compliant so far,’ I said. ‘Are you sure–‘
‘We have to do it by the book, I’m afraid.’ He gestured expectantly, waiting for me to oblige.
‘I promise there’s nothing else in there,’ said Mila, sounding more resigned now.
I felt sorry for the girl — her breasts were still exposed and pressed against the hard surface, and all her peers surely had a picture of her impaled arse and juicy pussy — but I found myself doing the man’s bidding and pinning her securely against the tabletop. He had me lift her leg and rest it on the table, straightening it to form a ninety-degree angle with her balancing leg, and I couldn’t help but stroke the smooth skin of the slender limb, from the upper thigh to her dainty ankle. I tried to reason with myself that my caress was merely an attempt to soothe her, but I knew that I was now driven purely by lust.
‘She’s entirely in our control now,’ said the officer, ‘as long as you keep hold of that ankle and her neck.’ He rubbed a blob of lubricant into his fingers. ‘Now, this is an invasive procedure, so be prepared in case she struggles.’
I watched, dumbfounded, as he cupped her smooth mons and swirled his jelly-coated thumb over her labia until her entire pussy was glistening with the slippery substance. Her lips parted and closed with each pass of the busy digit, offering brief glimpses of the pink flesh within, and I gave up any hope that my raging erection would subside anytime soon. It lurched when the officer used his free hand to slip two fingers inside the alluring passage, sliding in and out with businesslike efficiency as he searched for foreign objects.
‘Nothing in here,’ he said over the girl’s pitiful whimpering. ‘The object inside her rectum definitely has the profile of an anal plug.’
I was hypnotised by the flanged base of the sex toy waggling gently as the man fiddled with the main part of it inside Mila’s vaginal cavity, his two fingers buried to the knuckles. She gasped and jolted in my grasp as her anus suddenly dilated, the bulbous body popping out a little, evidently being pushed from inside by the officer.
‘It’s a substantial plug,’ he said, letting the toy plunge back inside, the stretched sphincter closing around the narrow neck. ‘It fills her rectum quite thoroughly.’
‘Are you going to remove it?’ I said as his embedded digits continued to manipulate the object, almost fucking her with it. I couldn’t believe how aroused I was by the obscene display.
‘I think it’s safe to do so,’ said the man, retracting his glinting fingers and pulling at the base of the plug. He was still cupping her mons, and his thumb continued to explore the folds of her slick labia, though it had begun to focus more on her clit which now protruded enticingly from its hood.
‘Do you really need to do that?’ I said, nodding at the animated digit.
‘It’s less of an ordeal for the receiver of the inspection if she can derive some pleasure from it.’ He glanced at my bulging crotch. ‘Do you want to take over?’
My conscience told me to scold the man for his ludicrous suggestion. ‘What, me? Well, I–‘
‘I’ll secure her, and you’ll have a free hand.’
I was ashamed to put up no resistance as he replaced my hand at the nape of the girl’s neck, but the sight of her proffered vulva was irresistible, and I found myself tentatively caressing her delicate and sensitive genitals. I tightened my grip on her ankle as she squirmed, and I watched in a daze as the officer slowly withdrew the plug and her anus stretched tauter.
‘It’ll be over soon, Mila,’ I said, my fingers slipping in her juices as well as the synthetic lubricant. ‘Do you promise to behave if I let go of your leg?’
‘Yes, Professor Garrett, I promise,’ she said between ragged breaths.
‘I wouldn’t advise you do that,’ said the officer as Mila’s sphincter strained around the widest part of the toy.
‘She’s a good girl,’ I said, releasing her ankle and giving her bare bottom a comforting rub and squeeze. ‘Aren’t you, Mila?’
‘Yes, Professor,’ she said, her foot remaining obediently planted on the table.
Some clear fluid pulsed from her engorged pussy into the palm of my hand as the butt plug fell out of her, and before her puckering orifice could close completely, the officer sunk the same two fingers into her depths and began to rummage inside her rectum. I pinched her clit, admiring its pebble-like stiffness as her pelvis began to writhe, her little body enchanting me with its rhythmic contortions.
Mila appeared to have become quite oblivious to her captivated audience of fellow students and passengers, and she started to pant as the officer energetically explored her innards, her movements becoming more and more erratic and her bleating increasing in pitch. More and more of her lubricious nectar pulsed forth as I lightly tugged at her little love bud — it looked almost painfully swollen, and I imagined it throbbing furiously as I teased it.
I watched with envy as the man raided my student’s bowel with unbridled enthusiasm, and I felt a growing urge to join the fray. I slid my fingers along her slit, letting them glide to and fro between the lips and gathering a generous helping of her juices before plunging into her depths. I felt the officer’s fingers vigorously probing the neighbouring passage, and I alternated my movements with his, slipping deeper as he withdrew and pulling out as he delved inside. He dropped his professional demeanour momentarily and smirked at me as our exploring digits danced together and jostled her innards.
Mila cried out, causing a hush to fall over the crowd, and a deluge of crystal juices burst forth, drenching my hand and splashing to the floor. The officer and I continued to ransack her insides as though we might yet find some incriminating evidence, and she wailed and bucked helplessly as another jet saturated my trouser leg. I dodged the next stream, letting it — and subsequent ones — patter noisily by my feet. The audience was thrilled; every phone camera was pointed at my student’s glistening genitals, and I no longer cared that my raging erection was immediately obvious, straining urgently against its confines.
The officer withdrew his glinting digits from her beleaguered bowel. ‘She’s clear. We’re going to need some towels.’
I let mine linger inside her. ‘Ah, if you’re sure you’re happy…’
‘I’ve been very thorough,’ he said, wiping his fingers on her little bottom and releasing her from the handcuffs.
I savoured one final caress of her soft, tender innards before reluctantly pulling out. ‘You’ve done very well, Mila, good girl.’
‘Thank you, Professor,’ she said with a faint tremble as she finally lowered her leg from the tabletop.
I helped her upright — she seemed exhausted.
‘Don’t forget your toy!’ said the officer, pushing her back onto the table and lifting her legs. He met my gaze and nodded toward the plug. ‘Can’t leave it lying around like that.’
I looked from the officer to the toy to Mila’s exhibited genitals. ‘You want me to–‘
‘Get some of her juices on it,’ said the officer, forcing the girl to lie back as he spread her legs in the air. ‘It should slip in nice and easy.’