Stretching powers of the TSA – Part 1 [Long] [MMF] [anal] [fist] [huml] [Mdom] [nc] [oral] [raceplay]

Indignant outrage, followed by claims of refusing to back down under the guise of standing for civil liberties… and then eventually running out of muster and caving to whatever is most profitable for those who make the decisions – the same pattern that can be seen again and again, and was exactly the thing that led to many Middle Eastern countries granting American TSA agents jurisdiction to screen passengers in foreign airports for any flights going to the US. The tradeoff being that the electronics ban would then be lifted (returning the lost revenue from business-class customers who were forced to choose other airlines if they wanted to be able to be productive during their flight).

 

It was only a few weeks after this change that Tahira was flying back home to the States with a few friends after a holiday to Dubai. The screening process had been longer than ever before, but to her surprise, she was actually allowed through fairly quickly unlike almost all of the people of Middle Eastern, South Asian, or African decent that she saw go before her who were put through extensive searches and questioning by overly rude and entitled TSA agents who only spoke English and seemed to expect anyone passing through their gates (in Dubai) to be able to do so perfectly also.

 

She and her friends were getting ready to finally board the plane home when two guards found them, and asked her to come with them for a final check, telling her friends to go on ahead to the flight and that she would join them there after a brief interview.

 

Tahira thought this was strange, but wasn’t too worried while she sat waiting to be interviewed considering the flight was due to leave soon and the guards had seemed quite sure that she’d still make her flight. Her confidence dropped quickly however when she was escorted into the surprisingly large, and quite cold, questioning room and noticed that the luggage she had checked in was sitting waiting on the table, already opened and clearly rummaged through. Behind the now untidy heaps of clothes and possessions lying in and around her open suitcase sat two American TSA agents.

 

The older, and more senior-looking, of the two was a short, yet heavyset man whose overhanging stomach was only further accentuated by the tucked in shirt of his uniform. Despite being in short sleeves, he has obviously not gotten used to the heat in the UAE yet as shown by the extensive sweat stains around his shirt.

 

The second man was much younger looking, possibly late teens or early twenties and much scrawnier, with what looked like a military-styled haircut which only made his already thin face look much pointier and almost rat-like.

 

“What is going on?” Tahira asked as the door to the room closed behind her.

 

“Sit” replied the older agent. Hesitantly, Tahira walked over to the empty chair opposite the two agents and took her seat.

 

“Now,” he continued, pulling up the declaration form she had signed when checking in her luggage “it says here that you packed your bags yourself and it never left your site since that point. We ran a drug trace test on it. Care to tell her what the results were Austin?”

 

“It came back positive Sir” replied Austin, the younger of the two agents, with a fading yet still slightly noticeable Southern twang.

 

“That must have been a mistake!” Tahira objected, nervously filling the silence as they two agents just sat looking at her. “Can you check again? I mean you obviously searched my things and there was nothing in it right?”

 

“You want to test again?” The older agent asked his partner

 

“What do you know?” replied Austin with mock surprise, not having moved at all “It came back positive again Charles.”

 

“It came back positive again.” parroted Charles, his stern and serious face a stark contrast to Austin’s smug look of amusement.

 

Tahira didn’t know how to respond, this all seemed to absurd. What where they trying to achieve with the ridiculously obvious show they were putting on. “But there was nothing in my bags right? I don’t know how it could have tested positive for anything”

 

“That’s doesn’t prove anything” Said Austin.

 

“We’re going to have to search you” Added Charles as they both stood up and began making their way around the desk. “Stand up, get down to your underwear putting your clothes to the side here and stand with you legs apart and arms out to the side” He commanded as they got around to Tahira.

 

“What?” She replied in shock before demanding back “I can’t be forced to strip with men in the room! I want a woman to come do it”

 

She looked up at Austin when he let out a genuine laugh of amusement at her shock as she noticed the glee on his face. “You’re not in the States anymore Missy,” he informed her, making a show of fingering the taser gun on his belt (part of the array of extra privileged they were given for taking up foreign posts) “and it’s up to us to decide if you will be going back or not. Now you better listen and do as you’re told because you don’t want to be treated as hostile in a country like this now do you?”

 

She sat dumbfounded for a moment, trying to process what she’d just been told. He was right, this technically wasn’t the US, but does that mean the TSA don’t have to follow their own rules from back home? Could they actually stop her from going back? Could they have her arrested for made up drug charges or not complying with them now?

 

Before she could decide what to do, she felt Austin’s hands grab her by the elbows and easily lift her out of her chair and onto her feet. “Look here, we’re not asking for permission or for your consent. This is going to happen, but it will be a lot easier for you if you comply. So this is your last chance, clothes in a pile to the side, legs apart, arms out to the side”

 

Deciding that it would be best to just get this whole ordeal over with as soon as possible, Tahira took off her jacket and placed in on the floor to the side as indicated, and then removed her slip-on shoes and placed them to the side as well. Realizing that the two agents seemed to be taking some enjoyment out of her little show, she took a deep breath and decided not to draw it out and remove the rest of her clothes as quickly as possible to not give them the enjoyment of letting them see they were getting to her. She quickly unbuttoned her blouse, pulling it up and over her head and tossing it into the pile, making a point not to look either of the men in the eye, and then undid her belt and the buttons to her jeans before sliding them off and adding that to the last of the little heap next to her.

 

Looking dead ahead at the wall, she then separated her legs slightly and raised her arms out to the side, fighting the urge to cover herself up as she stood in just her bra and panties in a closed room with two strange men clearly on a power trip.

 

“You want to take the lead on this one Austin? You could do with the hands-on experience and you were the one to flag her case after all” Suggested Charles.

 

“You know I’m always eager to do my duty boss” Austin replied enthusiastically, stepping up in front of Tahira, pulling his little torch off of his belt. “Look up and open wide darlin”

 

Unable to hold back her feelings, Tahira glared at him through the tears forming in her eyes from the humiliation of it all as she opened her mouth wide. Austin shone the torch into her mouth for a few moments, without breaking eye contact with her clearly showing how this whole thing was a charade. He put his torch back onto his belt, and then suddenly grabbed her by the hair, pulling it all the way back so that she was looking upwards. She instinctively let out a yelp, her hands shooting up to grab his to try and pry herself free before Charles quickly stepped in behind her, baton in hand and shouted for her to put her arms back out to the side until she was told otherwise.

 

“Good girl” said Austin, still holding her head in place by the hair as she reluctantly let go of him and put her arms back out. “Now open your mouth again, the torch light wasn’t very good.” With a wide grin, Austin slowly slid his ungloved finger into her open mouth, again not breaking eye contract with her the entire time as he felt around her tongue and all around the sides of her mouth before adding a second finger and pushing them both as deep as they would go into her mouth and holding it there as Tahira’s eyes bulged and watered as she tried to hold back her gag reflex and avoid biting down on his fingers.

 

“Hmm, I guess that seems okay” Austin said finally, removing his fingers from her mouth and then wiping them dry on her cheeks before letting go of her hair. Tahira was greatful that he had finally let go and wanted badly to rub the pain out of her neck and to wipe away the tears she had been unable to stop, but knew that she had to keep her arms to the sides so she decided to just look dead ahead instead, and hope that this would be over with soon. Though that mean staring directly into Austin’s chest has he still stood directly in front of her.

 

Eventually, he moved around to the side. She could feel the two sets of eyes on her as Austin circled around to her back, making a show of eyeing her up and down enough that she could notice it even from her peripheral vision before stepping in close to her again. To her surprise, he put his hands around her neck causing her to tense up and freeze out of fear, but then quickly moved them down to her shoulders before choosing one arm and wrapping both his hands around it, and running down from shoulder to wrist like a normal search as though her arms weren’t completely bare. She guessed this was another power play, him making a point to touch as much of her bare skin as he could since he clearly got some kind of kick out of this. Once he ‘checked’ both arms, he placed his hands beneath her bra-line at either side, and began to move down, stopping at her waist to examine her again. “Would you look at that, my hands can almost touch” he said to Charles with a laugh, trying to squeeze Tahira’s waist a little more to close the slight gap between the fingers of his two hands with little concern to the discomfort he was clearly causing before giving up and rubbing his hands over her stomach and then back instead.

 

He stepped in closer to her, pressing his front against her back before moving up to her chest. He grabbed one breast in each hand above her bra, groping tightly as he moved them around and then felt all around the sides “Still clean” he said finally to Charles, stepping back slightly “Though I’d bet she’s dirty in other ways if you catch my drift.”

 

Lastly, he moved on to her legs, again going out of his way to make sure he touched every inch of her from her hips to her toes before stepping back, and slowly circling back round in front of her. Tahira almost let herself feel a little relief, thinking that this was finally going to be over before Austin’s hand suddenly shot out, grabbing her by the crotch. His palm and thumb rubbing up and down over her pussy through her underwear as his fingers pressed and rubbed around her asshole. “Hmm, you know, I’m really not sure boss” Austin said to Charles, with his hand still on Tahira “I’d feel a lot better if you double checked my work.”

 

“Very good” Charles replied, stepping u towards her as Austin finally let go. “You can never be too careful. Always better to be sure or before you know it we let the wrong one of her kind through an innocent Americans could get hurt. And don’t ever let any of this fool you” he warned Austin, pointing to the tears streaming down Tahira’s face “They teach ’em how to manipulate good hearted men like me and you.”

 

Without hesitation, the older man grabbed her breasts, squeezing and pulling hard at them and seeming to take pleasure in hearing her let out a little moan of pain at his rough handling. “Feels like it could be padded” He commented to Austin “we should make sure.”

 

Before she could even figure out what Charles has meant, Austin had stepped up behind him and had somehow cut the straps of her bra in enough places that it slid right off in his hands without her having to move and took it away to the table to examine closer. She could tell from the look in Charles’ eyes that he was hoping that she would move to cover herself which forced her to resist, knowing that the consequences would not be good. They waited in silence as Austin used his little pen knife to score the cups of her bra and reveal that there was not even any padding in the bra, let alone anything concealed within it.

 

“Best to be sure.” muttered Charles. “Now squat down for me” he commanded to Tahira, remaining straight in front of her, causing her to put herself at eye-level right in front of his cock. He had her stay in that position for a little while before repeating the whole thing 5 times before stopping. “That should be enough to loosen anything that might be hidden anywhere it shouldn’t be” he told Austin as he circled around to the back of Tahira, pulling on some gloves from a box on the wall. “Hands on the table” He commanded, placing a hand between her shoulder blades and pressing down, encouraging her to bend over.

 

“Now, I don’t like to waste the lube on her kind,” Charles informed Austin, “she’s probably been taking the family goats and her uncles since before she was a teen. I bet she could take a 40oz up there if she wanted to so I leave it up to them how easy they want it to be.”

 

“You can try and get it as wet as you can or take it like it is, but either way, this is going searching” Charles offered Tahira, showing her the gloved finger for the first time. Here doe eyes opened wide with shock as she realized what was about to happen, and she quickly jumped up to plead.

 

“Please no!” She begged “I haven’t done anything I swear! You’ve made a mistake! Please just..”

 

She was cut off mid-sentence by Charles grabbing her by the hair and forcing her face down against the table and pinning both arms behind her back with one hand “You do not move without permission and you don’t talk wither permission. This is your last warning or things will get much much worse for you” he said in an eerily calm, yet still threatening voice while holding his face very close to her ear. “And to prove I’m serious, you just lost the chance to make this easier on yourself”

 

Tahira was unable to stop the sobs now, anticipating what was coming. She clenched her eyes shut, but could still see Austin in her mind sitting in his seat in front of her with his smug smile, clearly enjoying what was happening. Her arms were still pinned painfully against her back by Charles with one had when she felt the dry latexed finger slip underneath the waistband of her panties before he pulled them down to her mid-thighs. She felt him taunt her by placing his finger against her asshole and leaving it there, not applying any pressure but letting the anticipation and dread build up inside of her. She tried to relax herself knowing that clenching would just make it more painful but her nerves were getting the better of her and she couldn’t make her body listen. Eventually she began to feel him applying pressure, swirling his finger in a circular motion as he pressed down, applying enough pressure to hurt, but not too much to make it happen too quickly. He wanted to keep up just enough pressure to tire out the muscles that were trying to stop him so that her body would eventually give up and let it happen.

 

Tahira could feel his finger slowly but steadily burrowing painfully deeper into her. His dry gloves felt like they were holding on to her insides and stretching it down with his finger as he kept pushing and felt like something was about to tear at any second. “Please” she pleaded “Please stop. I’ll confess to anything you want” she begged. She let out a scream as she felt Charles jab hard inside her with his finger instead of the previous slow and steady pressure and then screamed out again as he twisted her arms further up her back.

 

“I warned you against talking when you’re not supposed to.” He told her “I was going easy on you, but obviously you’re not worth it.” he added as he began jabbing with his finger instead of circling, pushing a little deeper each time as her body lost the strength to stay clenched and try to keep him out. Neither of them seemed to mind her screams or count that as talking which was good because she couldn’t keep it in and had nothing to bite down on to try and deal with the pain. After what seemed like an eternity, he had his finger inside her as deep as he could get it. Tahira would have let out a prayer of thanks if she had been able to stop sobbing long enough to do so and if all of her mental strength wasn’t being used already to keep her shaking legs from collapsing out from underneath her. Charles though had no intention of giving her a break as he began swirling his finger around, stretching out her asshole and rooting around painfully with his finger. Tahira was unsure whether he was doing that to make it seem like he was really looking for something or if he was just trying to cause as much pain as possible.

 

He finally pulled his finger out of her, though didn’t ease up on the pressure on her arms. She felt him shift positions, but didn’t open her eyes again until she heard him clear his throat. She saw that he was now holding two fingers in front of her face. “Same offer as before. You can take it how they are or try and get them as wet as you can.” Tahira wanted desperately to avoid the pain she felt from the dry, rough gloves dragging along her insides from the first time, but she knew where that finger had been and she didn’t know if she could make herself put that in her mouth. She debated in her mind whether she could ask him if she could just suck one. Would he allow that? Would he punish her for trying to make it easier for herself? Would he punish her for asking without permission? She stayed there helplessly undecided until she saw that he had gotten impatient and was about to move his hand away which caused her to leap onto his fingers, taking them fully into her mouth in one go.

 

The taste was horrendous and it was all she could do to not throw up immediately but she had decided that since she had done it, she was going to make it as worthwhile as she could and make the next stage as easy on herself as possible. She sucked both fingers hard, using her tongue to get in between the two and try to make them as wet as possible. It seemed though that Charles either got bored or thought she was just stalling as he pulled his hand away, and pressed her back against the desk and went back to working his fingers inside of her as deep as he could get them again.

 

“Its screaming is really getting on my nerves” Charles told Austin when he was up to three fingers halfway inside of her.

 

“Oh, I’ve got just the thing for that boss” He replied, jumping up out of his chair, pulling a ring gag out of his pocket. “This is one half of my ‘Muzzie Muzzle’” he said with a wink. Charles let out a chuckle as he got Austin’s plan. Austin quickly got the gag around Tahira’s mouth before she had a chance to realize what was about to happen. Charles then lifted the pressure on her arms, allowing Austin to sit on the table in front of her where her head had been, and remove his bottoms so that his cock could come free. There was nothing Tahira could do as he guided his long and thin uncut white cock through the ring gag and into her mouth, pushing her head down far enough to get his cock into her throat to block the noise from her trying to scream. Charles let go of her arms entirely so she could place them back on the table to keep herself from getting completely impaled by Austin’s cock which was extremely difficult due to the pain still in her shoulders and the pins and needles from being held twisted behind her back for so long, and because of how violently Austin was trying to pull her down deeper onto his cock.

 

“You know, looks like that’s actually a good idea.” Charles said to Austin “Looks like she’s no stranger to a dick and can take one of those pretty well. Might speed things up on my end…” he added as he suddenly pulled his fingers out of Tahira again. She was relieved for the respite from the pain, but couldn’t think about the implications of what he had said as Austin began trying harder to bounce her face off his cock as soon as Charles had stepped away. It wasn’t for long though, he had only gone to the lube bottle, deciding that it was worth using it so that fucking Tahira’s ass would be easier on his cock, not to try and spare her any discomfort.

 

There was nothing Tahira could do when she felt two hands grab her by the hips, and then felt what could only be Charles’ cock pushing its way into her ass. His cock was a lot thicker than Austin’s, and was thicker than the fingers he had been using so far, but this time he wasn’t making any effort to go slow and instead was driving against her hard, forcing her further onto Austin’s cock in the process, while trying to push herself away from Austin meant allowing Charles deeper into her ass.

 

They both seemed to enjoy her turmoil, watching her trying to choose the lesser of the two pains while the decision was slowly being made for her as they were closing the gap between them, making her take both cocks fully at the same time rather than sliding off of one and onto the other. Austin was particularly enjoying the feeling of having his cock as deep as possible in Tahira’s throat and feeling the vibrations of her screaming through the head and all the way up the shaft of his member. This meant though that he cared less and less about pulling out often enough to let her get her breath back properly. The lack of oxygen was making it hard for Tahira to keep putting up a fight which eventually led to letting the two men control her body completely without any resistance.

 

Not being ones to give up their game too easily though, Charles grabbed her by the hair, pulling hard as he kept fucking her from behind and Austin alternated between slapping her face as he fucked it and reaching down to give her nipples and hard squeeze and twist to make sure she stayed alert.

 

Finally, the two men decided that they couldn’t hold in their cum for any longer and both pulled out of her, pushing her down to her knees. Austin held her head back for Charles, holding her eyes open with his thumbs as Charles shot multiple thick ropes of cum all over Tahira’s face before they switched places, letting Austin shoot his much bigger, but more watery load over her face too.

 

Tahira could to nothing about the cum dripping over her face and hair, or the burning in her eyes which kept getting worse and worse as the two men lifted her up, and bent her back over the table as soon as they were done, pinning her arms against her back again. Austin grabbed a pair of her panties from the pile of clothes that had come from her suitcase and stuffed it into her mouth to muffle her screams as Charles prodded and examined her ass again.

 

“I think that should probably be enough” he told Austin, calling him over to inspect her ass. “Now let’s see shall we?” he added as she felt him pushing his fingers into her ass once more. This time was different though, the further he pushed, the wider it seemed to get. She eventually realized that he was holding all 5 of his fingertips together and pushing his entire hand into her this time. She could do nothing but scream into the panties stuffed in her mouth as Charles relentlessly pushed further into her, stretching her out more and more far beyond the point that she was sure she’d tear open. Finally she felt his hand push in past the knuckles which led to the most odd experience yet; where she could feel her anus almost sucking his hand further in to get to the smallest part (to his wrist), but at the same time could feel her insides pushing against whatever was forcing its way deeper into her body.

 

“Find any drugs?” Austin asked Charles as casually as though he was searching through the pockets of someone’s bags.

 

“Not yet, but give me a second” he replied just as causally as she felt him pushing his arm deeper inside of her, moving his hand around and rotating it at the wrist as he pumped it in and out of her, both of them completely ignoring her muffled screams of pain.

 

“Yeah, I didn’t really think she’d put it up her ass. But like you always say, we need to be sure”

 

“You’re probably right, her pussy is more likely. Do you want to check in there?” Charles asked Austin as he suddenly and without warning tore his fist out of Tahira’s ass, causing her knees to buckle and almost pass out from the pain.

 

“Hmm… not really” Austin replied. “She looks like quite a mess. Maybe this is a job for the new dog that the boys have been training?” He offered to his superior with a hopeful sound to his voice.

 

“You know, I think that’s a good idea. Go find Kenny and tell him we’ve got a bitch for his pup…”

 

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End of part 1

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One comment on “Stretching powers of the TSA – Part 1 [Long] [MMF] [anal] [fist] [huml] [Mdom] [nc] [oral] [raceplay]

  1. Wonderfully written… It moves along very nicely, and the imagery is excellent.

    It’s got the taste of the extreme, but doesn’t really explore one theme consistently. I’m a bit of a degenerate, but I would have enjoyed even more race and religion play, even more humiliation (perhaps in front of all her friends), and more of her demeaning herself in a futile attempt to avoid the inevitable.. ( sucking the filthy fingers was incredible!).

    You’re a great writer with a wonderfully filthy mind.

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