This is a series of separate fictional erotic stories made of pure fantasy and imagination with all characters over 18 years of age. The series includes themes such as: dominant male, humiliation, non-consensual sex, exhibition and bondage. If you are not into these themes or find them offensive, please do not read further. If you are into these things, please put your hands in your pants and enjoy.
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NASTY TALES 4: Border control
Just few more hours and she would get out of this godforsaken country! Shannon was in a terrible mood. The business trip had gone badly: she had failed to secure an important deal and was returning home with nothing. On top of that, the food at the hotel had been even worse than usual and she had gotten a sunburn because of the unusually warm autumn weather. And now, the last straw that caused her a pounding headache: the long line through Brutopidian border control that was moving at a glacial speed.
The Brutopidian border control was always slow because the country was a gateway for drugs. As a result of the ongoing war on drugs, the border check was more thorough than in most countries. In addition, they didn't even have modern technology and the border guard checked travelers and their luggage in the old-fashioned way by doing patdown and luggage search. If Shannon could choose, she would visit any other country rather than Brutopidia, but because it was one of the countries she was responsible for as an area manager, she had to travel there on business almost monthly. She had arrived several hours early because she just wanted to get through the border check and have a glass of wine — or several — at the air-conditioned departures hall while waiting for her flight home.
Shannon looked along the line as she had nothing better to do. The people in front of her were uninteresting. There were a couple of young border guards checking travel documents and luggage. They looked sexy with their neatly cut hair and their uniforms that accentuated their lean, muscular physique. One of them was discussing with an elderly lady at the checkpoint. He was attractive in his own way. He had the look of an enthusiastic idealist who hadn't become cynical on the job yet. He had innocent blue eyes and dark hair. Shannon mused that maybe she could seduce a young boy like that for a change tomorrow when she was back at home. She hadn't had time for sex for a few months. Men are so simple, she thought, just a little make-up and a nice dress showing a little cleavage and she could have almost any man to follow her home from the local cocktail bar. In most cases after spending a night together he would never hear from her again. Shannon was focused on her career and she had little interest in relationships. In general, she put little value to other people. Their sole value was their usefulness to her. If it was about an important business deal, she could be the most pleasant person to be around. If there was no such value, she didn't bother to be nice to people. She didn't care about being nice to waitresses or taxi drivers or any people serving her. Her logic was that they got paid to serve her and they didn't need any extra pleasantries for doing their job.
Shannon's musings were interrupted when she finally reached the end of the line. The guard with innocent blue eyes was checking her luggage. Another young border guard checked her passport and visa and patted her down lightly from shoulders to ankles. She had gone trough the Brutopidian border dozens of times, and she was confident she would be drinking wine at the departures hall in no time — but she was wrong. The blue-eyed guard approached her and she could see something was wrong. His facial expression was similar to a person who has to tell someone their favorite pet goldfish just died. Without looking at her in the eye, he said, "Ma'am, could you please follow me to the inspection room."
"What is this about? Couldn't we just handle this here?" Shannon asked with an arrogant tone.
"Ma'am, it's just the protocol in these cases. Just please follow me and I ascertain you this will be handled quickly," he replied with his light Brutopidian accent.
Shannon was annoyed but she agreed, "Fine, let's just get this over with".
She followed the "Blue-eyes" (as she called him in her mind) along a dimly lit corridor, and she noticed that another guard, a young man with a crop haircut, followed her carrying her handbag and small suitcase. They entered a room at the end of the corridor. It was a simple, large room with a long table and a few chairs.
"Ma'am, please sit down," said Blue-eyes.
He sat opposite of her and the other guard remained standing. Blue-eyes spoke, "Ma'am, we noticed your bag contains Sunshine pills, a natural product. They are allowed for your own use, but the protocol states that we need to ascertain you aren't carrying larger quantities of them as that would be considered illegal smuggling. Ma'am, do you have any additional pills in your possession? And for what kind of purpose you use them?"
"I have no additional pills...and I use them to be brisk and have energy when I work," Shannon replied, irritated.
"Understood. Ma'am, could you please remove your jacket, I'll check you once more and we also need to inspect your luggage more thoroughly just in case," said the young man, looking slightly embarrassed.
Glaring at the guards, Shannon removed her jacket and let Blue-eyes do a pat-down on her. The other guard went through the contents of her luggage. She felt more and more annoyed. From the corner of her eye, she could see the guard going through her stuff, taking his time gawking at her lingerie and opening every single bottle of cosmetics she had with her, and even though Blue-eyes was kind of cute, she didn't tolerate him groping her, as she saw it. He started with her stocking-covered ankles, moved on to her knee-length pencil skirt, even patting her ass quickly and then he took unusually long time patting her shirt and especially her bra. Actually he wasn't patting her bra, he was grasping and squeezing her bra — and of course simultaneously her breasts.
"What the hell are you doing!?! Get your hands off me!" Shannon shouted.
Blue-eyes released her and said, "Ma'am, I'm afraid you have to take off your brassiere, there..."
"What the hell is this?! First you manhandle me and then demand me to strip! This is no protocol, I demand to speak with your superior at once!" she interrupted him.
"But..." started Blue-eyes but the guard with the crop hair interrupted him, "Let the lady see the boss, I think she'll believe him better than she does us."
Subsequently, Shannon was escorted to an office next to the inspection room and was asked to sit at a desk opposite the border guard commanding officer. The officer, "the boss" was a tall and handsome man, the rare kind of person whose age was difficult to determine. He could have been anything between 35 and 50. He didn't have any gray hair, but he didn't look like he was born yesterday either. Blue-eyes discussed something with him with a low voice for a while and handed him her travel documents. Then she was left alone with the officer.
"I heard there was some problem, miss," the officer said with his heavy Brutopidian accent. Shannon told him about everything she experienced as harassment.
"I understand your annoyance, miss, but there were some issues regarding the pills and the brassiere. Would you kindly just listen to me?" asked the officer. She agreed, just wanting to get this done.
"Firstly, the Sunshine pills are most commonly used to enhance sexual desire. We have a reason to believe you lied when you said they're for 'to have energy at work'. I ask you once more, do you have any additional pills in your possession and what are they for?" the officer said and looked at her with a serious expression.
"I already told you I have no additional pills and those I have are for my own use — and yes, I use them to feel better sexually, even though that's not any business of yours!" she spat.
"Fine, we'll move on to more serious issues. As you know, having larger quantities of the Sunshine pills is illegal, but the main problem is that those pills are often used as a decoy to smuggle drugs. It's really the oldest trick in the book: we get interested in the relatively innocent natural product and don't focus on other things that person might be carrying. That's why those pills and smuggling have a connection and that's why we became interested in you," said the officer calmly and looked at her.
"And what the hell it has to do with my bra?" Shannon demanded to know.
"Oh yes, guard Santos told me he felt a suspicious filling in your brassiere. Checking it is just a precaution, you wouldn't believe what kind of places those smugglers hide their stuff," the officer said in an almost patronizing tone.
"For your information, I'm sure this thing is unknown here in this developing country, but I'm wearing a Miracle Bra, a bra that has a patented filling to support the breasts in right places. If you know how to use a computer, maybe you can google it," she said rudely.
She shouldn't have used that tone. The officer frowned and replied in a freezing tone, "Miss, unfortunately rules are rules and here in Brutopidia we follow them. Time for conversation is over. I must demand to escort you back to the inspection room."
