"Ma'am, I found you lying in front of the door blocking the entrance, and I'm still nice enough to let you into the building. You can't even get through the waiting room without ripping off your clothing and parading out naked. That puts you at high risk of being either crazy or some sort of terrorist threat. So, either you be good and cooperate, or I call a team from the psychiatric ward down to sedate you and bring you upstairs for observation." His erection touches the seat of my underwear. I can feel it hard and swollen against my tender bottom. My body tenses automatically and I can feel my nether region beginning to get very damp. I find the slipperiness uncomfortable. It makes me feel too vulnerable.
"You will be a good little girl, won't you?" he whispers hungrily. I shiver. Apparently, he takes that as a sign of submission. "Good," he whispers and slides his plump fingers under the elastic band of my panties. His touch feels warm against my skin, and I find myself whimpering despite myself.
"Please, please stop," I moan. "I haven't done anything wrong. All I want is to check into the hospital and deliver my baby. I'd never do anything like smuggle a gun up my rectum. I'm a normal, average woman, just trying to be a good wife and mother."
"Ma'am, I'm sorry, but I really have no choice in the matter," he says, ripping my panties off of me, leaving my bare bottom cold and naked. "Now, if you cooperate, it will all be over soon, but if you resist..." He shoves one of his plump fingers up my butt. "...it's going to be slower and more painful."
"Oh please, no! I'm innocent!" I plead pathetically. The guard wiggles his finger in my rectum, as though searching it. I squirm uncomfortably.
"Well I don't feel anything suspicious yet, but then again, my finger's not quite what I'd call a sensitive instrument." I hear him unzip his fly. I turn my head and see his hard member in his hand.
"Oh please no, not without lubricant!" I gasp. "I've never had one in my butt before. It's too dirty!" The guard smiles.
"Don't think of it as a cock up your ass. It's a finally tuned, terrorist-stopping machine."
"It's just a cock and you know it!" I exclaim self righteously. "You have no business sticking it up me! It's sexual abuse, nothing else! You're not interested in protecting anything or anybody, all you care about is getting off!"
"What a funny thing to say," the guard replies stoically, his dick rubbing against the inside of my butt cheek. "Quite insane really. I'm sure the psycho ward would love to hear all about it."
"I'm sure they would! I bet the whole hospital would like to hear about a rogue security guard who likes to whisk women away into storage rooms on false pretenses!"
"It would be your word against mine, and let's face it, you haven't been acting exactly sane, now have you? No one's going to believe that I wanted to rape such a fat woman."
"I'm pregnant!"
"You're nuts. Now bend over and stick your ass in the air so I can get a better angle." I glare at him. "It's for you own good. No matter what, this cock is going in that ass of yours. Now, are you going to make it easy on yourself, or not?" So I bend over and stick out my butt.
Now I read somewhere, I think it was Cosmo, that the secret to anal sex is to relax all the muscles in your butt. But how can I relax when there is a man standing behind me, planning on raping me? I take a deep breath and try to think peaceful thoughts. The feel of a rock hard cock in my butt brings an end to my meditation. I feel my flesh ripped and torn, my rectum full like never before, my pussy a gaping hole, completely useless. My stomach feels bigger and harder than ever before, as though it is held up by a steel framework. I almost wish I could give birth on the spot, just to feel more whole again. The cock plunges deeper and I scream. Before the noise can escape, I feel a hand cover my mouth to smother it. I try to bite it, but I've lost control of my jaw and my mouth hangs open, uselessly.
"Behave or it will take longer!" the guard barks, plunging deeper. I whimper in pain. "Now that's a good girl," the guard moans, pushing still deeper into me. This time, I stifle my cry and try to imagine myself someplace else. Green grass, yellow flowers, blue sky. There's just no way! I can't concentrate on anything with a cock pounding into me!
"Oh, oh, oh!" I whimper, trying to moan my way through the pain.
"I don't feel anything suspicious yet," the guard grunts. "I guess I'll just have to check deeper."
"You know there's nothing up there!"
"I might suspect that there's nothing up your ass, but how am I supposed to know for sure unless I check? You wouldn't want me taking unreasonable chances with public safety, would you?"
"There's nothing reasonable about what you're doing!"
"Oh yeah?" He slams his dick into me the rest of the way. "You have strong beliefs for a crazy woman."
"I'm not crazy!"
The guard pulls his dick all the way out and then quickly thrusts it back in, impaling me. I try to scream, but the guard muffles it again by covering my mouth and jerking my head back by the hair. "I'm afraid you're not qualified to judge that," the guard replies darkly. "It takes a certified psychiatrist to determine sanity."
I try to reply, to tell him that he's wrong, that I'm perfectly able to judge my own sanity, but I can't. His hand is still over my mouth and I'm helpless to do anything about it. The guard laughs and thrusts into me again, sending unpleasant spasms all throughout my body.
I moan and writhe as his member skewers me over and over again, my breasts banging against the charity box. My rectum feels full and heavy, I need to go to the bathroom.
"Please stop!" I beg. "I need to use the facilities!"
"That's just the probe, ma'am, doing its job," grunts the guard, skewering me again with his penis. "And if you really were pregnant, I couldn't let you go take a shit! You could give birth right on the toilet and the baby could drown! You baby-murdering terrorist!"
Suddenly, I feel the sharp pain of another contraction, coursing through me, all-consuming. I try to scream, but am once again muffled by my captor.
"You are a horny bitch, aren't you?" the guard says, plunging into me again and convulsing in orgasm, shooting a load of hot white cum into my tender little bottom.
"Oh, I think I feel something!" the guard moans, his now limp penis falling out of my rectum. "But my terrorist-stopping machine is malfunctioning! I need to call for backup!"
Now that I am free of his organ, I am absolutely certain of my need to defecate. I struggle with all my might to keep mother nature from taking its course on the storage room floor while the guard talks incomprehensibly on his radio.
"Oh please, oh please, I need to go to the bathroom!" I moan, clutching my sore rear.
"I can't let you do that, lady," says the guard sternly. "You're a terrorist suspect and I've just called for backup to complete your search."
"But there's nothing in my rectum except feces and semen! Oh please, if you have any mercy in your soul, let me go to the bathroom?"
"I'm sorry, ma'am, I already told you I couldn't. Now just sit tight and wait for backup to arrive. They will be here soon."
So I set myself down on the box of ugly clothing and try desperately to keep myself from defecating on the spot, waiting pathetically for more guards to arrive and rape me. What else can I do? The man watching me would surely not let me leave the room, and at any rate, I would not want to be seen running through the hospital naked. Despite myself, I feel my crotch becoming very damp. How long has it been since I've last had sex? Three months, or four? My husband has been reluctant to touch me since I began showing my condition.
A few minutes later, three other guards enter, and I find that I am relieved to see them. Finally, my torture may be coming to an end, but at this point, I can hardly expect that.
The guards are all overweight, and at least one of them is very old. They seem rather pleased to see me. One of them produces a video camera and a tripod out of a leather bag and begins setting it up.
"I hope you don't mind, ma'am, this examination must be videotaped for security purposes. Now, you know what to do. Bend over the box and spread your ass cheeks apart!" says the guard.
"Not again!" I groan, my rectum threatening to erupt.
"This guy here found something dangerous in your ass and we need to check what it is!" He grabs me and throws me across the box, my elbows scraping painfully across the edge of the cardboard, my bare bottom exposed to the camera. Moments later, I feel his member plunging into me, stretching me, ripping me, making my already full rectum feel as though it will explode. He plunges deeper, tearing into me, making me squeal in pain.
"Oh, please, no, I need to go to the bathroom! I need to give birth! I need to get into the emergency room and see a doctor! I DON'T NEED TO GET FUCKED IN THE ASS ANYMORE!!!"
