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Chapter 1: 2007
Lindsay sat on her couch in her pajamas, wearing nothing more than light silk pants and a small cotton tee over her seventeen year old, lush body. She had noticed a lot more police around town this week, and her friends had been talking about how the government might be tightening their guard even in small towns, due to the danger of terrorist attacks. Lindsay had not really thought much about it until now though, as the evening new played before her steadily widening eyes.
“Last week, President Harvey approved the plan to tighten security around civilian neighborhoods nation wide, stating ‘the risk of civilian casualties being too high.' This radical plan will give local police units much more authority, practically enabling them to interfere completely with the day to day routine of the nation's citizens…”
Lindsay watched in horror as the footage cut to a scene of hundreds of police officers in what looked like riot gear marched through some city's streets. Then the screen showed too officers walking into a house, and pulling out the people living inside for some reason or other. Police were seen stopping average people for no reason, and ordering them to do basically anything they wanted. The new laws gave them this power. Lindsay thought of all the police in her town, and started to get a little worried. The reporter continued:
“This new set of laws gives local police officers so much power, that their commands virtually override all other laws or civil rights citizens might have. The President has stated the nation is in a state of war, and his goal is to make every city and town a small fort, running smoothly under its own new police force, and maintaining absolute order and obedience from the people… in the name of safety of course…”
The TV was now showing what appeared to be three black teenagers, one boy and two girls, being marched naked down some city street, onlookers standing by. The caption claimed the teens were loitering and the police had reason to believe that they may have been hiding weapons beneath their clothing, and that this method of maintaining security was rapidly becoming more widely accepted. Before Lindsay had time to wonder why the TV station was all of a sudden allowed to show nudity on the evening news, a heavy knock struck her door.
“It's the police, open up!! We have reason to suspect breach of conduct code 113 in this household!!”
Lindsay did not know what to do… terrified from what she had just seen, she slowly rose and moved towards the door. “OPEN UP – QUICKLY!!” Yelled the police officer. Lindsay hurried to open the locked door and stepped aside as 4 young police men stormed into the living room. “Who is home?” demanded the oldest looking officer.
“Just my family, my mom and my sister and my dad are in the other room reading I think.” Stammered Lindsay, becoming more uneasy with every passing moment… She looked over to catch one of the other policemen eyeing her chest hungrily. Her face burned with shame.
“Go grab the others,” said the leader to one of the men. He turned back to Lindsay, “We have reason to believe that someone in this family has gotten a tattoo, which is now illegal and warrants arrest. We must search you all, please remove your clothing.” He turned away and surveyed the room, as if expected the order to be obeyed immediately. When he turned back to find Lindsay frozen with fear, he barked loudly, “Now, girl! If you do not obey we will throw you in jail for a year!”
Lindsay was looked around, and shaking uncontrollably, started to fumble with her shirt, “ok, please don't arrest me…”
“Be quick about it” said the officer. Lindsay could not believe that she was going to be made to strip in her own home, and also could not think who had gotten a tattoo. She was slowly pulling off her tight Tee when the rest of her family walked in, ushered by the armed police man. Lindsay's two smallish, firm breasts sprang from the shirt in front of her parents and her fourteen year old sister, and she started crying with humiliation.
“All of you are to remove all of your clothing immediately, we have a warrant for a search. If you fail to cooperate, we will strip you and then walk you down to prison naked!.” The officer was becoming impatient and it showed. Lindsay's father began to protest.
“You can't do this, this is our ho…” But before he could finish, the commanding officer had shot him with a red tailed dart. The three girls screamed at the shocking act of violence, and Lindsay's dad sunk to the floor in a heap.
“I won't ask you again, begin stripping or it will be a bullet next time!” All three girls were sobbing now, and looking at anything but each other, finished taking off their clothes. Soon they all stood naked, hugging themselves in their own living room.
Lindsay uncontrollably eyed her mom and her sister. Her younger sister was just developing small pointy breasts, and her hips were still square and sharp, her mom on the other hand, had very full hips, a large ass and big round boobs. Lindsay started from her staring as she noticed a small black tattoo on her mom's right ass cheek. It was a symbol of some sort that she didn't recognize. The police had seen it too.
Quickly, the three other officers moved forward and snapped a metal collar around the mother's neck, then attaching a leash while securing her hands behind her back. “You are under arrest for the possession of an illegal marking. Come with us. With that the three men rushed the sobbing woman naked out of her home. Lindsay could only look on panicked and frightened.
Two men returned and the leader ordered them upstairs towards the bedrooms. “As for you too, obviously there is a history of tattooing in this family, and we must from now on monitor this closely. You will henceforth be forbidden any clothing at any time, and we will be following up frequently. If you do not comply with these conditions, you will be imprisoned immediately and without warning!” As if to sink in this point, the men came down with what looked like the two girls entire wardroom between them, and walked straight out the door. Lindsay almost collapsed.
Without further adieu, the policemen left the door, leaving the broken family behind with no clothing whatsoever. Lindsay looked to her sister, who had sunken to the floor and was holding her self and rocking back and forth sobbing. She shivered and rubbed her smooth, young skin, and wondered what she was going to do about school the following day.
The morning broke, and Lindsay looked at her alarm clock as it buzzed at her to wake up. She rolled out of bed and immediately shivered, noticing she was naked. Suddenly she remembered last night's events and began to cry softly. She brushed her teeth and walked downstairs, where her little sister was already eating a piece of toast, naked as the day she was born.
The two looked at each other, and crying held each others hands as they walked towards the door. Lindsay grabbed her school bag and slung it over her shoulder. It sat perfectly over her round ass, and she burned with shame as she realized how that would draw attention. The moved out the door, hand in hand, and crying stepped into the street.
The two nude teens made an odd site, standing with their bags, attempting to cover themselves with their hands at the bus stop. Lindsay gasped as the bus pulled up and the sharp jet of air was released on her naked chest with the opening of the doors. The driver could only stare. The sisters started crying harder and slowly stepped on.
Lindsay walked down the aisle and felt all the eyes from all the other kids burning into her body, and she thought she felt a hand snake out and grab her soft ass. She realized that she and her sister would have to split up, due to the lack of seats, and decided to try and compose herself. Seeing the nearest available seat, she gratefully sank down away from all the leering eyes. It was going to be a long year…
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