Michelle, a tall brunette with medium-sized boobs, nervously chewed on her bottom lip as she stepped off the bus and onto the stark concrete of the women's correctional facility. The weight of her past choices bore down on her like the heavy steel gates that clanked shut behind her. She'd never been to a place like this before, never even stepped foot in a jail, and the reality of her situation was setting in hard.

"Welcome to hell, sweetheart," a gruff male voice jeered from somewhere in the crowd of uniformed figures that surrounded her. The guards' laughter echoed through the cold, grey corridor as they led her and a dozen other new inmates into a large, sterile room. The room smelled faintly of disinfectant, with a hint of something more primal underlying it, something that made the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end.

The female guards, all stocky and stern, began barking out commands. "Strip!" One shouted, and without waiting for a response, they descended upon the women, unclipping their cuffs and tossing their clothes into a pile. The other inmates around her, a mix of ages and sizes, began to undress hastily, their eyes downcast in a silent bid for dignity.

Michelle felt her face burn with embarrassment as she peeled off her clothes, exposing her naked body to the harsh fluorescent lights. Her breasts, once a source of pride, now felt small and vulnerable as the guards' eyes raked over her. She knew the male guards were getting a show, but she couldn't bring herself to meet their gazes, focusing instead on the cold floor beneath her feet.

The women were ordered to stand before a long table, their legs shoulder width apart and hands on their heads and the guards moved down the row.

The tallest guard's eyes fell on a chubby young girl at the end of the line, no more than twenty. Her flesh jiggled with each movement, and the guards took particular delight in her humiliation. "Lift those rolls up, we need to see everything," a male guard sneered, his eyes gleaming with a cruel excitement. The girl's cheeks turned a deep shade of crimson as she obeyed, her fingers trembling as she tried to lift her substantial belly fold to give them a better view. Her breasts hung low, their fullness accentuated by the stark contrast with her narrow shoulders. Three guards crowded around her, peering under her breasts and pawing at her, shining their torches around her stomach and between her legs.

Michelle's turn came and she felt the coarse hands of the male guards as they pried her mouth open with a tongue depressor, shining a torch inside to inspect every crevice. The cold metal tasted bitter on her tongue, and she fought the urge to gag. The guard's eyes gleamed with something she couldn't quite place – amusement or perhaps something more sinister – as he poked and prodded, ensuring she had nothing hidden away.

Next, a female guard roughly manhandled her breasts, checking for contraband with a clinical detachment that only served to heighten her sense of violation. "Lift 'em higher," she barked, her voice echoing through the room. The other inmates averted their gazes, each lost in their own humiliation, but Michelle could feel the collective weight of their shared degradation pressing down on her.

The guards grew bolder as the search continued, their hands lingering longer than necessary, their eyes roving over the exposed flesh with something close to hunger. The air grew thick with the scent of fear and arousal, a potent mix that seemed to excite the guards even more. "All you sluts bend over," another guard ordered, his voice cold and detached, "Spread 'em wide and cough for us."

Michelle complied, feeling the cool air of the room on her most intimate areas as a guard shone the light between her cheeks. "Again," he said, her voice a mix of boredom and demand, "and make sure you shake out those holes ladies" The room filled with the sound of a dozen women complying, the coughs punctuating the silence like a twisted symphony of submission.

Two doctors entered, wheeling a cart with instruments.The male doctor, with a face that was a testament to a thousand untold stories, began his rounds. His cold, clinical gaze swept over each of them, his eyes lingering a little too long on their most private parts. The anticipation of what was to come made Michelle's stomach churn, but she steeled herself for the indignity. When her turn came, she felt tears fill her eyes.

A guard's commands were swift and unyielding. "Bend over the table and spread your legs." she barked, and without another word, the doctor approached her with a speculum in hand.

Michelle felt the cool metal touch her skin, sending a shiver down her spine. She closed her eyes tightly, trying to block out the leering stares and the sound of the other inmates' muffled gasps and sobs. The doctor's cold fingers parted her folds, and the speculum slid in, stretching her unyielding. The pain was sharp and invasive, and she couldn't help the whimper that escaped her lips. The guards' jeers grew louder, feeding off her discomfort. She felt the speculum open inside her, exposing her most intimate parts to the cold, unforgiving air.

The doctor's voice was flat and uncaring as he shone a light into her, peering at her cervix as if it were an artifact in a museum. He poked and prodded, his eyes narrowed in concentration. The humiliation grew as the doctor moved on to the next phase of the examination. "Now, let's take a look at the other end," he said, his voice still eerily calm. She felt a slick finger enter her anus, and she clenched her teeth, fighting the urge to push him away. He chuckled, a sound that was both patronizing and predatory. "Relax, sweetheart. You're going to need to get used to this." He slid the finger in and out, loosening her up before inserting the anal speculum.

The feeling was like nothing she'd ever experienced before, a strange mix of pain and pressure that seemed to radiate through her entire body. The doctor twisted the speculum, widening it, and she felt like she was being torn apart from the inside. "Good, good," he murmured, "You're doing just fine." His eyes remained glued to the sight before him, a look of fascination on his face that made her stomach turn.

Michelle couldn't help but watch as the other women were subjected to the same treatment, their expressions ranging from stoicism to outright agony. Each time she heard the click of the speculum opening, she felt a fresh wave of anger and embarrassment. The woman to her left, a short, curvy blonde with enormous breasts was trembling slightly. The doctor's fingers were rough as he maneuvered the speculum, and she bit back a scream. The sight of her distress sent a shiver down Michelle's spine.

As the doctor moved from one inmate to the next, the room grew louder, a cacophony of whimpers and commands. The male guards had moved closer, their eyes glued to the spectacle before them. They murmured and chuckled among themselves, their leers growing more intense with each passing moment.

The woman on the other side of the blonde an older, muscular Latina, was next. She had a fiery look in her eyes, but even she couldn't hide the tremor in her voice when the doctor inserted the speculum. Her legs were spread wide, her thighs quivering with the effort of keeping still. As the doctor moved down the line, she noticed that the women's reactions varied. Some remained stoic, their eyes glazed over as if they'd retreated into themselves to escape the humiliation. Others were openly crying, their bodies shaking with sobs as they endured the invasive procedures.

The doctor's voice grew more gruff as he worked, his breathing heavy as if he were enjoying the show. "Spread 'em wider, I can't see a thing," he'd bark, and the guards would step in to force the women's legs apart even further. It was a dance of dominance and submission, and one that none of them had signed up for. Michelle couldn't help but feel a perverse fascination with the way he manipulated their bodies so easily, as if they were nothing more than objects to be inspected and cataloged.

The final indignity came when the doctor announced that they would all be deloused. The guards put on facemasks and produced cans of a pungent spray and began dousing the inmates from head to toe. The chemical smell was overwhelming, making Michelle's eyes water and her throat burn. The women's skin glistened under the harsh lights, the spray misting in the air and leaving them all sticky and cold. "Hold still," a guard sneered, as she was sprayed in the face, the nozzle mere inches from her nose. She coughed and spluttered, trying not to inhale too much of the noxious fumes.

Then came the cold water, hosing them down like animals in a barn. The icy jets stung her skin, making her nipples harden into tight points as they were blasted with the frigid spray. The water sluiced over her body, mixing with the delousing chemicals to form rivulets that ran down her legs and pooled on the floor. Her hair was plastered to her face, and she could feel the chill seep into her bones. The guards laughed and jeered as they watched the women squirm under the icy torrent, their bodies shivering and contorting in a futile effort to escape the biting spray.

When the last of the water had drained away, the guards tossed out a pile of threadbare, ill-fitting uniforms. "Dress," one of them barked, and the women scrambled to cover themselves, slipping into the rough fabric that clung to their wet skin like a second layer of humiliation. The thought that she'd be wearing this for the foreseeable future was almost too much to bear.

The doctor took one last, lingering look around the room before nodding to the guards. "Alright, let's get them to their cells." The inmates shuffled out of the room, the clank of their shackles the only sound in the otherwise silent corridor. The cold water had washed away their dignity along with the grime, leaving them all feeling vulnerable and exposed.

As they were led to their cells, the reality of their situation began to sink in. The stark grey walls, the hard bunk beds, and the cold stare of the cameras mounted in every corner served as a constant reminder of their new lives. The guards watched them with a mix of contempt and hunger, and it was clear that their bodies were no longer their own.