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The sun beats down relentlessly on the prison work camp in the jungle. I stand at attention, my petite frame clothed only in a thin pair of shorts and a tank top that barely covers my large breasts with their prominent nipples. My dark eyebrows are slightly raised as I gaze into the reflective mirror hanging from a nearby pole, watching the prison guard approach me with a mixture of fear and excitement coursing through my veins.
As the guard draws closer, I can't help but feel a sense of trepidation mixed with arousal. The thought of being patted down and searched in front of all these people makes my heart race and my skin tingle. My buttocks are on full display, accessible to anyone who might want to take a peek. I try to maintain a stoic expression, but it's hard not to feel embarrassed as the guard begins to circle around me.
I've been here for what feels like an eternity already, and this is just another indignity heaped upon me by the cruel system that governs our lives within these walls. But despite my fear and discomfort, I can't deny the thrill of being completely naked and vulnerable in front of all these people. My mind wanders to thoughts of pleasure and desire as I await the guard's search, my eyes cast downward in an attempt to maintain some semblance of modesty.
