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Date: Thu, 11 Sep 2008 07:01:36 -0700 (PDT)
From: Sharon Pinder <pin121@yahoo.com>
Subject: THE NEW WORLD
Warning: This story is a work of fiction and contains
descriptions of explicit sexual acts between
women. If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18
do not read it.
Author's Note:
This story is the property of the author. It can be
downloaded for personal reading pleasure or sending
to a friend, but if you wish to re-post them at your
own site, please contact the author for permission.
Copyright 2008 Sept, All Rights Reserved.
THE NEW WORLD
Part 1
Now don't get me wrong. I am a patient woman. I will queue with the best of them. But Jane and I had been standing in this damned queue for all but an hour. Jane, my daughter, was just as fed up as me, and had started to moan. Hell I had been tutting and stamping my foot way before she had asked "how much longer would be we be stood here?"
Enough was enough. A six hour flight from the states had left us both
tired; we had reclaimed our luggage and were just waiting to clear
immigration. It seemed a life time between each shuffle forward. Damn it I was an American citizen and no third rate country had the right to make us wait.
I turned to my daughter, who had once again become absorbed in here I Pod,and with mime and gestures told her to keep our place in the queue. She nodded and then blanked me out as is the way with all teenagers who must suffer their parents.
I stepped out of the queue and walked along its length as it wound its way round the bend in the corridor. The head of the queue was constricted to pass between two desks, at which sat female uniformed officials. They were processing a family group. To the left of the desks stood a solitary figure, who judging by her attire I took to be someone in charge. She was wearing a kaki coloured uniform, which comprised a short skirt, military blouse, a forage cap, plus boots that reached to her knees. Her legs were encased in dark nylon. She, I hoped, would be the woman to explain how much longer we must wait in the stifling humidity.
As I walked towards her, I wished I had dressed a little more sensibly for this heat. The skirt and blouse were man made, and combined with the stockings, I was hot sticky and somewhat sweaty. The officer looked up at me, a scowl changed into a smile. This was a good omen, she obviously realised I was not a woman to be trifled with.
"Excuse me" I said, coming to a stop in front of her, my arms folded under my bosom "but we have been queuing for a lie time, and I wonder if you have any idea how much longer it will be before." She smiled and interrupted me. "American?" she asked. I smiled and confirmed I was. That's seemed to make her smile widen. "I must apologise, but security has been stepped up. However" and with her right hand she opened the door that she had stood guard over "if you step this way I am sure we can" Now it was my turn to interrupt "find some in charge" and with a sarcastic smile I stepped through the door.
The room comprised one window which I took to be a one way mirror. It
allowed me to see the poor suckers still queuing. The room had two doors one through which I stepped and another on the opposite wall. The room was empty except for a table and a chest of drawers. The table looked as if it was bolted to the floor and covered in a black non reflective material. Soon I would come to know this rubber surface all to well.
As I took the room in, I heard the woman step through the door and shut it behind her. As that door shut the other one opened and two women soldiers entered, shutting their door as well. I felt a little intimidated, which for me was a new sensation. Something wasn't right. I swivelled to face the officer I had been talking to, and saw her smile had lost its warmth. Her eyes seemed to not radiate friendliness, but a new sensation. One I couldn't place for a moment. Then the penny dropped. It was lust. I could feel panic rising from deep inside me. Jane was standing in the queue, by herself while her mum was in a room with a lustful uniformed woman. I was going to apologise, then sweep past her and return to my place in the
queue. Once out of the airport one call the American embassy! Before I could open my mouth the two soldiers crossed the room and pinioned me round by the arms. I looked them in the face only to see the same sensation in their eyes. Lust! I felt myself panic, what had I got myself into? I could feel the warm wetness of pee seeping into my panties crutch as I started to panic. The warm damp cotton soaking the seepage up! "Please I am an American" but my sentence was brought to an abrupt end as the offer pushed me in the small of my back. I stumbled forward between the two soldiers who were holding me and crashed into the table. The impact forced me to collapse over it, my face sinking into the table surface, and finding to my surprise a hole into which it dropped. Two hands pushed my feet forward and I felt the cold steel of the table legs touch my legs. What the fuck was going on? Two clicks and I found I was unable to move my ankles any more. Almost as if I had been handcuffed to the table! Impossible, not in this day and age! Yet I knew that is what had happened.
I tried to stand up but I was unable to get the leverage. The two soldiers stepped round the table and each took one arm and handcuffed them to the table's two remaining legs. "Welcome my American friend to our country. We know what you filthy Americans are like and you must pass our customs inspection" the officer said, a laughter filling her voice. "Please no" I begged, the pee soaked crotch of my panties long forgotten as the panic took over. "Please" I said, tears seeping from my eyes, my make up starting to run. My composure
had gone; I was just a terrified woman. More terrified when I felt the officer's hands caress my skirted bottom. But that sensation was replaced as one solider stooped under the table and as I begged, slot a small rubber ball like gag into my mouth. I was trussed like a chicken. Exposed and vulnerable! Two terms that would soon take on a new meaning for me!
The officer stepped back and the chest of drawers removed a pair of
scissors. My next sensation was the sound of material yielding to the
blades. As the scissors travelled up from my skirts hem parting the
material and exposing my nylon encased panties to the officer's gaze. The wetness from my panic had seeped down the top of the nylon, discolouring them, and the white panties also showed signs of discolouring. The skirt parted into two parts and I felt it slip between me and the table and be yanked away.
I mumbled against the gag, tears now running freely. Hands treated my
blouse to the same fate as my skirt and I lay there spread eagle on the examination table, dressed in nothing but my bra and piss stained panties and stockings .
The officer stepped up behind me and I could feel her hands reach to my bra and that free to. Then her hands reached under my squashed tits and seek the nipples. A solider knelt and opened two small circular holes in the surface on which I lay. The hands holding my tits pinched each nipple between sharp finger nails as they were forced through the holes. Once each nipple was through and hanging down, the solider fixed a small sharp clip to each nipple. I felt the claws sink in and a throbbing pain fill each nipple. A pain that felt warm and not quiet as bad as I would have imagined it would.
Behind me hands stroked my panties, caressing them. Each movement slowly getting lower and then one hand slid between my spread legs. "Please be patient" the officer ordered me "while I carry out an inspection" Horror filled me as I felt the fingers against the wet cotton. A finger eased its way under the cotton and found the source of my wetness. I felt myself being invaded, a finger seeking admission to the one of the most private of holes. I felt my self being parted and the wetness invaded. A wetness that hadn't diminished, but had been replaced by a new source! I felt my body
betray its self as pee seepage gave way to an arousal. My god how could this be happening? He fingers slid in eased by my wet pussy. One finger, two, and I closed my eyes hoping that I wasn't betraying my awakening.
A false hope, as her fingers filled me. I lay there spread eagle, naked, over a table, being invaded by a horny official, the outside world oblivious to my fate as I glimpsed normality on the other side of that mirror. My teenage daughter abandoned and vulnerable, on her own in that queue! What was her fate? What was I becoming? What else awaited me at the hands of these customs
inspections?
This is a new subject for me, so I would appreciate any feed back. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did penning it.
Sharon
pin121@yahoo.com
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