by Powerone
It had been forty-five minutes. Forty-five minutes of standing in the uncomfortably hot terminal, and her nerves were on edge. “"It''s about time. I have been waiting for almost an hour. Couldn''t you move any faster?""
The soldier looked up, surprised at her outburst, realizing instantly that she was just another dumb American tourist. They were always so arrogant, always demanding, as if they were the only people on the earth who mattered. He looked over, seeing the Captain and a few other soldiers pushing a young French girl toward one of the examination rooms. He caught the Captain''s look and nodded. “"I''m sorry, Ma''am, for taking so much of your valuable time. Let me show you over to the expedited customs lounge. The head of customs, Captain Fignolé, will personally take care of you and make sure that you are on your way. Let me personally apologize for us. We are a backward country, not sophisticated like America. We do things at a slower pace, not realizing how valuable your time is.""
She was taken aback by his apologetic tone, but nodded her acceptance. She was not normally this bold, but the long plane trip and the sexual encounter with the Senator had her just wishing the day was over. Maybe she would finally get out of there and to her destination.
""Step this way; we will check your bags while you are with the Captain. It shouldn''t take long. He is very quick and thorough."” He grabbed her wrist in one hand. “"Sorry, but I have to hold your arm. This is a restricted zone and all persons must be controlled while in this area.""
She nodded again, letting him hold her wrist as he pulled her along a corridor with a series of rooms, each with a sign that said “"occupied"” or “"unoccupied."” She assumed this must be the expedited customs area, probably what the Senator and the privileged must use. She felt superior, her boldness earning her the same privileges as a United States Senator. She heard voices inside speaking in a foreign language in a room marked “"occupied"". She was led to the last room of the corridor. The guard opened the door, changing the sign to “"occupied"” as he did. He pushed Jessica inside.
""The Captain will be with you shortly. Make yourself comfortable."” He closed the door behind him; she heard a click as the door closed.
She looked around the room. It had a table in the center running lengthwise, about six feet long and four feet wide. It was wood with large metal legs secured to the floor with bolts, making it immobile. A large white cabinet stood in the corner, a metal hasp and lock securing the contents from the occupants of the room. There were two wooden chairs in the room, both heavy, with the only difference between them that one was similarly secured to the floor with heavy bolts and the other not. They must have a problem with theft, having to secure the furniture to the floor.
The strangest thing was the padded bench, or at least it looked like one. It was a little less than waist-high. A thick leather bolster about six inches deep and over two feet wide was held up by two thick metal poles, similarly secured to the floor. In front and back were two metal rings. The room was air conditioned, almost too cold, but much better than the hot, stifling terminal. She sat in one of the chairs, waiting. She noticed the window on the adjoining wall to the next room, a heavy black curtain draped over it. She could hear voices next door, speaking French, she thought. Haiti was a former French colony, with many of its citizens, as well as many visitors, speaking French. The voices began to get louder, a woman''s voice seeming to plead, the male voices loud and demanding.
She began to get impatient again, and got up from the chair, moving toward the window. She went to the end and peaked under the curtain. The other room also had a curtain on its side, but it appeared to be partially drawn back. If she pulled out her curtain, she might be able to see inside the room. Her curiosity got the best of her.
Inside the room there was a French girl. She looked about eighteen; a very lovely girl. There was an officer inside the room, although Jessica was not sure if the insignia was that of the Captain or not. There were also two other soldiers, both young like the one who had brought her here. The girl was chattering away at the three men in French, her eyes pleading with them. She was trying to fight them off, but they were more powerful than she was—a slight girl a little over five feet tall, just barely 100 pounds. One held her arms behind her back; the other stuck his fist into the small of her back and pushed, forcing her to arch her back, her breasts prominently pushed out. The Captain was slowly unbuttoning her blouse as she chattered endlessly in French, the soldiers ignoring her pleas. Her arms were released, but only long enough for her blouse to be pulled from her body, the soldier slipping his fingers behind her back to unsnap the brief, sexy bra that encased a lovely set of breasts. The bra dropped to the floor. Her arms were again pinned behind her, her back arched, her naked breasts now presented to the Captain.
She saw the Captain''s hands run over her naked breasts, his fingers plucking at her hardening nipples as she continually pleaded in French with him. The other guard was pulling her skirt up her legs, revealing the briefest of panties—a thong—that barely covered any part of her body. The Captain released her breasts and moved down to her legs. She squirmed and struggled, but the Captain''s hands slowly slid the thong down until it hit the leather strap binding her knees together that Jessica had not noticed before. He grabbed her sex. Jessica could not see everything he was doing, but by the look on her face and the sound of her voice, he must have at least one finger, maybe two inside the girl''s pussy.
The soldier who had brought Jessica to this area interrupted the Captain. He pointed toward her, and the Captain looked at the window. Jessica dropped the curtain quickly. Had he seen her? She sat down in the chair, now definitely more scared than irritated. She remembered the flight attendant''s warning. Now be careful in customs, Jessica. This isn''t the United States. They do things a lot differently here and most of the military and police are corrupt. Just don''t piss them off. She feared for her safety now. She saw what they were doing to the young French girl. She went over to the door and turned the handle, hoping she could sneak out of the room. The handle turned, but the door did not open. Her fear increased; she was locked in the room. Hearing footsteps, she hurried back to the hard, wooden chair and sat down, trying to look nonchalant as the man from the other room entered. He was a large man. Not so much tall as massive and darker skinned than anyone she had ever seen.
""Good afternoon, Mademoiselle. I hope we have not kept you waiting too long. One of my soldiers told me you seem to be in a hurry. You were brought here because that is usually a sign that something is amiss. Do you have anything to hide, Mademoiselle?""
""Nothing,"” she stammered out. “"I just had a long flight, and I was in a hurry to relax. I''m sorry I was rude.""
""Yes, you were rude. Your name is Jessica?""
""Yes.""
""Such a lovely name for such a rude girl. Why are you in our country?""
""I have a job with Michael Jergen for the summer.""
""Yes, I know Mr. Jergen. A very powerful and rich American. What is your job? Were you hired to warm his bed for him?""
She was confused for a second, then realized what he was implying. He wanted to know if she was coming to Haiti to have sex with Mr. Jergen. “"No, no, I am the au pair for his four-year-old son."” She was embarrassed at his observation of her. What did he think she was, a prostitute?
""Don''t we have educated women in this country who can do that for him? Must he bring in outsiders to do it?""
He was getting agitated. He did not seem to like foreigners, especially Americans.
""I''m sure he does not mean any offense. I have never met him, so I don''t know.""
""You were brought to this room because of your impatient behavior, which is the typical behavior of smugglers and anarchists. You will now be subject to further inspection and search in order to verify your story. If we find nothing, you will be allowed to leave with our sincerest apologies. If we find the opposite? Well, our prison system is cruel and harsh, especially for lovely girls like you. If y
ou fail to cooperate, I assure you, you will be transported to the nearest women''s prison. They know how to handle difficult cases. We do not deal with that. They will hold you for at least a week and I think you will find it very unpleasant.""
""What are you going to do?"” She was very afraid now. Her new adventure in a strange land had now become a very dangerous place for a young girl.
""My soldiers are searching all of your bags very thoroughly. Unfortunately they may ruin some of your things as they will be opening up anything sealed and will even cut into the lining of your suitcases. This is necessary, as smugglers are very good at hiding drugs in small places. Meanwhile, I will search your person."” He smiled at her as he said it. Such a lovely girl, so much nicer than the French girl next door. He had left that one with his soldiers. They had her stretched over the table, her arms securely fastened when he left. Her legs were spread wide and tied to the legs of the table, forcing them into an obscene spread. She was naked and one of the guards was likely placing rubber gloves on his hands, a large jar of lubricant open before him, spreading the cream on his fingers as he reached down between her legs, his fingers lubricating her vagina for a special body cavity search.
""Searching my person? What do you mean?"” She was afraid of his answer. She knew that she was going to be subjected to the same treatment as she had seen with the girl next door.
""You know what I mean, Jessica. I saw you watching behind the curtain. I am going to strip-search you and then do a body cavity search. Each and every part of your body will be probed by my hands and fingers. Smugglers have been known to hide drugs in the stomach, vagina and colon of their mules. You will cooperate or we will send you to the prison. There they have machines that will fill your colon with gallons of water, forcing out any illegal substances you may be carrying. They use high-pressure hoses to shoot up into your vagina. Though they tend to be painful, they are quick and effective. Will you submit to my search or would you like to go to the prison for theirs? I don''t have time for any foolishness. Make up your mind, now!""
Neither option was acceptable, but she had no choice. She did not want to go to prison for a week, a foreign country''s prison. “"Isn''t there any other way?"” she begged.
""The choice is simple, prison or here."” He waited. He knew what the answer would be. They all picked the same one. They might fight later on, but he enjoyed that. He enjoyed the game they played, his cock becoming harder at their successive struggles and screams. And this one was quite exceptional. A beautiful, young American female. One that he could take out his hatred of all Americans on. She would suffer for what the United States had done to his country. He would make sure that she was completely humiliated by time he finished with her.
""What do you want me to do?"” she sighed, resigned to her fate.
""I need to frisk you first. Step over here."” He watched her walk over to him, admiring her body as she moved. Nice tits, great ass and legs. He wondered what her pussy would look like. Well, he''d find out soon.
She reluctantly moved toward him.
""Face that way, lean forward and put your hands on the wall at least shoulder high."” He watched as she complied, seeing her ass arching back, bending slightly as she leaned in, her hands touching the wall. “"Good, now spread your legs,"” he ordered.
This was what she regretted hearing, feeling his feet nudging her ankles apart. She slid her feet apart, the gap between her legs now over three feet wide. It was difficult to spread her legs that far, as she balanced precariously on her high heels.
""Now stand still or I will cuff you."” He moved between her legs, shuffling forward until he was able to reach around to the front of her. Her hands moved over her waist, reaching up to cup her breasts.
Startled when his hands touched her breasts, she dropped her arms. “"Not there, please,"” she pleaded, her hands pushing his away.
He backed away and slapped her on the ass. “"I''m not going to tell you again. Hands up on the wall or I will put handcuffs on you and do what I have to!""
Again she felt him move behind her; this time he pressed against her. She felt his hard cock pushing against her outthrust ass. His huge hands moving around her again made his intentions clear, engulfing her breasts, molding them. She moaned quietly as his fingers pressed into her soft skin. She arched her ass backwards in response, regretting the decision as she felt his cock jerk against her taut ass cheeks.
""Let me see, are you hiding anything in your bra."” His fingers grabbed her breast flesh in tiny pinches all over.
""Ow!"” she cried as one hand found her nipple, pinching the already hardened bud.
He kept his fingers on her nipple, clenching and unclenching on the bud, feeling her hips begin to move against him. His other hand repeated the procedure until he elicited another gasp from her. Fingers tightening on the hardening nipples, he pushed in with his hips, trying to drive his cock as far into her ass as their clothing would allow. She responded visibly when he squeezed her nipples.
She cringed in shame as her body responded to his rough treatment. She could already feel her pussy get wet. She was being felt up while she submissively offered her body to him and she knew that soon he would have her naked and spread, his fingers searching out her most intimate parts. This excited her, and she feared that the most.
""You seem to have very sensitive nipples, Jessica."” He lowered his hands from her breasts, returning to frisk the rest of her body above the waist, eager to strip her naked; he wanted to see as well as feel those luscious breasts.
""Turn around, back against the wall,"” he ordered after running his hands all over her upper body. “"Hands at your side for now."” He watched as she complied, staring straight at him. He moved in close, his face only inches from hers. His hands slowly unbuttoned her white blouse. He saw her eyes move down, watching his fingers, then move back to stare pleadingly into his.
""Please,"” she murmured quietly.
""Shhh, Jessica. With a beautiful body like yours, you must display it naked often."” His hands continued their task; he unbuttoned each button one at a time, wanting to prolong her humiliation as much as possible.
This was what he loved about his job. The power he had over young girls like the French girl next door or Jessica. He loved to force them to submit to him and the other guards, humiliate them. He reached the last button and slowly pulled the blouse out of the top of her skirt, exposing her tan and naked stomach. He reached down to her arms, pulling each one up, unbuttoning the button on her wrist, her arms limp.
""Let''s slip this off your shoulders, Jessica. Such a lovely bra. “"His eyes feasted in the sight of a lacy, white, low-cut bra enhancing her already ample cleavage. He face turned red with shame as he slowly and methodically stripped her naked. He pulled off her blouse and put it on the table, leaving her still standing half-naked against the wall, waiting for his return.
She trembled as he walked back toward her, frozen against the stone wall, cold against her warm back, tiny goose bumps appearing all over her body. He moved in front of her, her trembles turning to shudders as his cold hands touched her bare waist.
""Such lovely skin, so soft and smooth, Jessica."” His hands moved up to her breasts again, this time his fingers encircling the lacy bra, feeling her breasts quiver in their confinement. He found her nipples poking out the bra, a testament to the excitement she must feel at his control of her body. “"So lovely, Jessica, such hard nipples. Are you enjoying this?"” he teased. Her eyes lowered in shame attempting to hide her own arousal, attown.
""No, please don''t,"” she implored, her body betraying her.
""Face the wall, Jessica,"” he ordered, his hands at her waist helping her until she was pressed against it.
She knew what was going to happen, and was not surprised when his fingers fumbled with her bra catch. It seemed like minutes before she felt her bra slacken. His hand rubbed her warm, naked back, moving up to her shoulders, pushing the bra straps off,
the flimsy garment effortlessly falling down her arms to the floor. He pressed her forward, her nipples hurting as they touched the cold wall in front of her.
""Put your arms up, Jessica."” He watched as she raised them up along the wall until they were high above her head. “"That''s good."” His hands moved around her side, the fingers trailing over bare skin, making her body shake. “"Ticklish, Jessica?""
""Yes.""
His fingers lightly touched her flesh, unable to keep still, knowing he would not be content until they completely encircled her naked breasts. She pushed away from the wall, giving him unfettered access to her young flesh.
""Good girl, you''re learning to cooperate, Jessica. It will go much smoother if you do."” She felt his calloused hands grab her naked breasts, completely encircling the flesh, her hard nipples pressed into his palms. “"Turn around again, Jessica; show me your naked breasts."” She felt his hands returned to her waist, urging her around, his impatience showing.
She reluctantly complied. He had backed up, giving her room to maneuver, watching her every move as her naked breasts were exposed to his eyes. She put her hands over her breasts, hiding them, not sure why. She knew that he would force her to put them down, to expose herself, but modesty overwhelmed her. She could feel her hard nipples poking into her own palms. She looked into his eyes, not seeing any compassion, only lust.
""Now, now, Jessica, there is nothing to hide. I want you to raise your arms over your head, again. This time real high, stretch your body out. I want to see those twin beauties."” His cock twitched in anticipation.
She obeyed again, raising her arms high, feeling her breasts pulling up as she did. With the extreme stretch of her arms, her pointed breasts seemed to arch up. She felt her stomach tighten as she stretched, her whole body rigid.
Her young body was now exposed, half-naked, her breasts rising and falling from her rapid breathing. Her pink-colored nipples were surrounded by large brown areolas, highlighting her all-over tanned skin. She saw his eyes stray from her waist before moving up, feeling his hands move under her breasts, hefting each globe. The hands cupped them tenderly, bouncing slightly, her flesh shimmying. His fingers found her nipples, able to grip and pinch them tightly.