Disclaimer: This story and all characters are fiction. In real life, non-consensual sex is illegal and immoral, and not condoned by the author.
CHAPTER ONE
Hurry up and wait. That's what airline traveling is these days. I only travel when I really need to. Looking around at all of these other people in the airport security lines this morning, many of these people look to be business travelers that do this quite often. We don't.
My wife Holly and I were flying on my company's account. I won a sales award for last month, and they wanted me to fly to the home office to receive the award, and they invited Holly along for a photo op. We were simply flying in, shaking some hands and having our picture taken, and flying back home the same day. With a same-day round trip, and both locations predicting hot and dry weather, we didn't bring any luggage at all, and no extra carryon luggage to haul around. Holly had her purse, and that's it. I didn't even bring a briefcase.
There weren't a lot of nonstop flights available, and we were lucky to get last-minute tickets on our 9:20 AM flight, so we made sure we got to the airport with plenty of time to spare. The lines at the security checkpoint were backed up more than I had anticipated, but we were still in good shape time-wise. I had time to watch the activity at the security checkpoint. Twice I heard the alarm go off, and I watched two men get pulled aside briefly while a security guard ran a wand over their bodies, before they were allowed to continue. As we finally got to the checkpoint, I put my shoes into a gray bin, along with my wallet, cell phone, keys, and pocket change. Behind me, I watched Holley remove her shoes and put them into the same gray bin, along with her purse.
I didn't anticipate any problem getting either one of us through security. We didn't look like terrorists, did we? We're both thirty years old, white, American citizens, no accents, well-spoken college grads, white collar people.
We're both attractive. I'm attractive, kind of. I was dressed in navy dress slacks, black shoes, and a white shirt. Comfortable, but appropriate for a quick photo.
Holly is attractive. Not a supermodel. To be truthful, she wasn't a supermodel even before she had the baby. She put on a couple of extra pounds, but she's not unattractive for a woman her age. She looks as wholesome as Mom's apple pie, like the small town midwestern mom that she is. Long straight dark-brown hair parted at the side, with cascading bangs. Large brown eyes. Full lips. Smooth skin. Five foot six inches tall, and a decent figure. Again, not a Vegas showgirl, but better than average legs, and a pretty respectable butt. I admit that it was her breasts that first really attracted me to her in college. Back then; they were nice larger B cups, firm and natural. That's pretty big. In porn stories you hear about D and DD busts, but in reality a B cup is pretty large on a young woman, a good handful. And since the baby, she's gone up to a C cup. Holly was dressed in a pink button collared blouse that was tapered to be tight around her waist, and navy skirt. Her smooth seamless pink bra was visible through her blouse, and she wore pantyhose under her skirt. Nothing that would attract a security guard's attention, right?
Right behind Holly stood a couple of guys that looked Arabic or Muslim or something. I saw them hanging back earlier, talking quietly to each other, and then they got in line behind us. If anybody was going to attract security's attention, it was they. Looking around the lines again, there were two pilots in the next line, and otherwise it was mostly male businessmen of various ages. Yep, I'd watch the Arabs guys.
But as soon as I walked through the metal detector and waited to retrieve my gray bin, I heard the alarm go off behind me. Holly had set it off. Her jewelry, perhaps?
A dumpy-looking guy appeared from my right with the electronic wand. "Step over here, please," he said to Holly. My wife obeyed, and stepped out of the line, to my right. I retrieved her purse and shoes from the bin, and stepped to the side, too. "Raise your arms up to your sides," he ordered. As Holly lifted her arms to her sides, making a cross, a large black security guard approached and watched along side of me.
The dumpy guard ran the wand up and down both of Holly's sides, from her knees to her armpits. Then he ran it behind her, starting at her knees and moving it up, close to her body. In fact, he bumped her butt with it, causing Holly to flinch. I looked around, and noticed a number of the passengers in line watching my wife get wanded.
The guard moved the wand to the front of Holly and moved it up, rubbing it against her belly, just above her crotch. Then he ran it up over her chest, near her breasts. The wand made a noise. He moved it around her chest, between her breasts, and under them.
"Are you wearing an underwire bra, maam?" The dumpy guard asked loud enough that anybody within ten feet could have heard.
"Oh... I suppose... um, yes I think," stammered an embarrassed Holley. She looked at me. The dumpy guard looked at the black guard.
I knew just enough about Holley's lingerie that she usually wore lightweight bras with little or no padding, and that there was some kind of wire curved under each cup to give some support. I was hoping that this explanation was enough for the guards, and that they would let us go. As I said, there was nothing unusual about Holly, nothing to attract these men's attention. Except...her breasts? Her tapered blouse did make her breasts stand out, and as I looked at her again, the blouse was really see-through. Would these guards really abuse their position and pick out a busty young woman just for a cheap sexual thrill?
The dumpy guard circled the wand around Holly's breasts some more, clearly making contact with her blouse. He ran it over the tops, the sides, and underneath. Now, I could see her nipples protruding though the fabric of her bra and blouse. She looked at me. There was nothing I could say.
The dumpy guard put the wand down. I caught the little smirk that he gave the black guard. The dumpy guard ran his hands up and down my wife's sides. Then he ran them along the sides of her breasts under her still-upheld arms, over her bra at the sides. Holly gasped.
I said nothing. I was thinking I should, but I didn't want to delay things further. I looked around. There were many passengers, both the ones that had just gone through security and were still gathering their belongings or waiting for others, as well as those that hadn't gone through the metal detector yet. Many were watching my wife getting felt up by a stranger. I could feel my face getting red, out of embarrassment and anger.
The dumpy guard moved both hands to Holly's front, just under her bra. He felt along the bottom of her bra cups, the back of his hands lifting her breasts. He started to turn his hands over and grab the bottom of her bra.
"Um..." I said.
Both guards looked at me, with an irritated expression.
"Is there a female guard that can do that?"
"She's on break," replied the black guard. The dumpy guard dropped his hands to Holly's waist. He rubbed his fingers along the outside of the waistband of her skirt. He ran his hands around to her lower back, and felt along her waist, his fingers grazing the top of her butt.
I stepped forward a foot to talk to the dumpy guard. "Hey..."
The black guard stepped in between us, and put his palm up to my chest. "Don't interfere."
I stepped back for a moment, as the dumpy guard slipped his hand inside of Holly's waistband, and rubbed her stomach. He then slid his hands behind her again, and pulled out her waistband, far enough for me to see the top of Holly's lavender panties.
"C'mon..." I protested.
"That's it, take her in," said the black guard to the dumpy guard. I again saw the dumpy guard smirk at the black guy. He looked at me, and then smiled at Holley.
"Take her where?" I asked.
"To be strip searched," he replied loudly.
The dumpy guard grabbed Holly by the arm. Holly opened her mouth wide, but no words came out. When the dumpy guard pulled her arm, she got dragged along.
I stood in shock for about five seconds, as the guard grabbed Holly's purse from the bin, handed her her shoes. Then as I watched the two guards walk away with my wife in arm, I caught up to them, and asked, "Who's going to do the search?"
The black guard replied, "You're in luck, here's Esther, back from her break." A large broad-shouldered middle-aged blonde woman in uniform approached, and walked along with the others. She seemed to know that her job would be to search Holly.
I prepared for a long walk into the subterranean part of the concourse. Instead, we only walked a few feet, down the main concourse area. There were some temporary partitions up around an indentation in the hallway. The partitions stood six feet high, and left a gap of nearly two feet at the bottom. Between two of the partitions was an entranceway, with a curtain hanging on a rod over it.
Esther led Holly through the entrance. Holly gave me one frightened look before Ester slid the curtain closed. Esther had left a gap in the curtain about three inches wide, and I could see into the room. There was a table against a column near where I stood in the aisle, and the male two guards stood around it, and emptied Holly's purse. They were both facing the curtain. I couldn't hear what Esther was telling Holly, but I could see Holly unbuttoning her blouse.
As my wife removed her pink blouse and handed it to Ester, I looked at the two guards next to me, who were obviously watching Holly disrobe, too. I considered telling the guards to close the curtain tighter, but I figured it would just give them an excuse to get closer to the door and watch Holly close-up.
Holly reached behind herself, unzipped her skirt, and wiggled it off of her hips. She stepped out of it, and handed it to Esther. I couldn't see too much through the small gap, but I could tell that Holly was standing in her pink bra, lavender panties, and pantyhose.
I looked back, and watched people walking down the hallway in both directions. Some were slowing down and looking at the curtain as they walked. They may not have been able to see much through the curtain gap, but at the partition bottom they could certainly see my wife standing shoeless in her pantyhose.
Holly wiggled out of her pantyhose, and bent over to step out of them. She nearly lost her balance, but eventually got them off of her feet and tossed them over to Ester.
