Airport Search Ch 3

I made the following comment on a chat site, "Is it my imagination (which is very vivid) or do I notice a lot of women smiling as they are searched at airport terminal security checks. I seem to see a lot of them with their legs spread out, arms out to their sides as someone runs a wand over them. Is there a lot of wishing they would be stripped searched? One person, Natalie came back with, "Yea, I know I wouldn't mind." This is my story to her.

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Natalie is searched at an airport in Cuba. She is humiliated by the guards and masturbated until she cums. Her body is abused by different electrical devices and if again forced to cum from the pain and the pleasure.

Police Arrest-Chapter 3

It had been ten days since Natalie had come to Cuba and they had stripped searched her and sexually abused her. Almost every night she had masturbated herself to sleep, thinking of the things they did to her body. Every time she thought of it, her pussy would get wet and then she would have to lay down on the bed and masturbate her pussy until she came. 

She was enjoying her stay in Cuba, but her thoughts kept racing back to her first day and her experience at the terminal. She had spent every day looking around the city and also the countryside. Cuba was like it was suspended in time, stopped by the embargo of Cuba by the United States. Its streets were still populated with vintage 1950 and 1960 American cars, its stores empty of all consumer products, the country stripped to its bare minimum. Natalie had met many of the local population and they had eagerly talked to her, hoping to hear of the news of the world. Most spoke highly of the Castro regime, but some had negative things to say and had not hidden their disdain of Castro.

Natalie had spent the day in the countryside, seeing the sites and spending time at the local bazaar, buying souvenirs for her friend’s back home. She returned to the hotel. She browsed through everything she bought, mostly hand made items and then decided to take a shower before dinner. Tonight was going to be a first-class meal at the local restaurant and Natalie was going to dress up to celebrate the occasion.

Captain Gonzales was the head of the Cuban Secret Police. Airport security had told him about Natalie and how submissive she was, allowing them to sexually abuse her and forcing her to cum. He had been watching her since she first arrived, including her discussions with certain subversive elements in Cuba. He stared at the television screen in front of him. He watched as Natalie slowly stripped off her clothes and stepped into the shower. He could not see her in the shower, the curtain hiding her from the hidden cameras in her room, but he had seen her naked many times during the last 10 days, including watching her as she masturbated late at night. She had a beautiful body and decided it was time to enjoy her treasures. He watched as she got dressed, a low cut bra, button down blouse, the top two buttons undone, showing her ample cleavage. Her skirt was loose fitting, but short, covering a brief pair of thong panties. High heels accented her long, slender legs, no panty hose, the weather too hot and sticky for them.

“Proceed with Natalie’s arrest. I will await your arrival at headquarters.” Captain Gonzales hung up the phone. Time to make preparations for her arrival, he thought. His office was a large room, doubling also as an interrogation room. There were many pieces of furniture where his victims were secured to, including a wooden straight back chair, a low table, suitable for kneeling, a high stool, a gynecologist table, equipped with stirrups and the pillory. The pillory was his favorite. It was completely adjustable. The victim was secured by her head, arms and legs. The legs could be opened or closed, spreading to over five feet, more than enough to leave the victim spread and vulnerable. The pillory also moved up and down, forcing the head and arms of the victim down to the ground. When the legs were kept stationary, and the head lowered, the victims ass would be pushed out and spread open, ready for any abuse. Often, the victim would be forced to spread her knees to prevent them from breaking, opening herself for his pleasure. He was going to enjoy Natalie.

Natalie was sitting on the couch, waiting for a few minutes since her reservations were not for a half-hour. She turned toward the door, startled, as it burst open and three men in uniforms rushed in.

The guards caught sight of Natalie immediately as they came through the door, a passkey supplied by the hotel front desk making entrance easy. Two rushed over to her and pulled her up from the couch, while the other watched his prey, his hands full of equipment to secure her.

“What’s going on, who are you? Natalie cried out, the sudden shock overcoming her.

“You are under arrest. The charges will be explained once we get back to Headquarters. In the meantime, you will only speak when spoken to.” A hand shot out and slapped Natalie sharply, catching her on her right cheek. Before she could react, the hand backhanded her left cheek bringing tears to her eyes. “Do you understand?”

Natalie’s arms were held tightly to her side, one of the guards grabbing her in a bear hug, her arms secured inside his grip. “Yes, Sir,” she stammered. Oh, God, they are going to things to me again. She could feel her pussy already becoming wet.

The guard moved in front of Natalie, handcuffs dangling from his hand. “Arms in front,” he ordered her. Natalie complied, putting both of her wrists in front together. She felt the cold steel cuffs slap onto her wrists, the sound of the cuffs locking breaking the silence in the room. “Move,” the guard pushing Natalie out the front door and down the hall. A couple moved past her, seeing the cuffs on her hands and the guards holding her securely between them. They took the elevator to the lobby and as they passed the desk, Natalie heard one of the guards say to the clerk, “we will come back and get here things, she will be held downtown for a while.” 

Natalie cringed when she heard that. They intended to put her in prison. She knew what happened to her in just a few hours at the airport, what would they do to her in prison. Her pussy began to get wet. Oh, God, why is this making me wet. They will probably rape me. She saw the army truck, a large imposing vehicle. The door was opened in the back and the three guards pushed Natalie inside the truck. The noise of the door closing rang out, blocking out the sunlight, the truck dark, illuminated by two bulbs hanging from the ceiling. She looked around and saw the benches built around the side of the truck. Various rings were situated in the panels above the benches and also on the floor of the truck. She cringed when she thought of there use. 

“Over here.” The guard pulled Natalie over to the center of one side of the truck. He pulled a chain out from under the seat and attached it to the center of the cuffs. “Sit,” pushing Natalie down until she plopped onto the hard bench. He pulled the chain up and secured it through the ring above her head and began to pull on the other end. 

Slowly, Natalie’s hands were being raised over her head. Higher and higher her arms went, over her head, her breasts beginning to strain against the blouse. She was almost pulled off of the seat before the guard stopped, her arms now pulled up tightly to the ring above her, stretching her upper body up. Her breasts pushed out from the cruel bondage. She felt the chain locked into place, her arms straining above her head. She felt a hand on each ankle, a leather strap being secured. A chain was attached to each strap and it was pulled out until it came to a ring in the floor, each about two feet from where her feet were.

“Not yet, don’t secure her legs yet,” one of the guards ordered the others. They pulled the chain through the ring, but did not tighten them. The guard in charge stepped before Natalie, his crotch at her eye level. He reached down to and cupped her face, forcing her to look up at her. “Am I going to have to chain your legs open or will you submit?” He looked at her, evil in his eyes.

“No, don’t chain me anymore, I will do what you say.” Natalie did not have a choice. Either submit or being chained and they would have their way with anyway.

“That’s a good decision, things could get very difficult and painful for you if you do not cooperate. We can and will do anything we want with you as you found out in the airport.” His hands moved from her face, rubbing up her arms, stretched high over her head. “You have a very beautiful body, Natalie.” He moved his crotch closer to her face, pushing the front of his pants against her lips.