Airport 2010 Politics
It has been a hectic day at the First Class airport security check and female guards Violet, Donna and Patty are getting increasingly short tempered. It seems to be the day for difficult customers and the tough women are taking no nonsense. Woe betide anyone who crosses them today!
Despite the best efforts of Violet, Donna and Patty, the queue doesn't seem to be getting any shorter. No sooner do they clear a customer through than more turn up.
To add to it all, the x-ray machine seems to be hyper sensitive and goes off for virtually every person - requiring a manual check.
Violet briskly runs the hand detector over the passenger who's clearly left it to the last minute and is now late for his flight.
He twitches impatiently as Violet asks him to open his jacket so she can perform a thorough scan.
But there's no point getting angry as the authoritarian woman takes her time ensuring every inch of his body is clear. She makes a point of running the scanner back and forth across his crotch, enjoying making him uncomfortable.
She's used to dealing with bossy businessmen who think they own the world, and expect women to run around after them. But here she is the one in power and if this guy doesn't modify his attitude then she'll make sure he doesn't get to catch his flight.
Meanwhile, Donna rummages through his hand luggage, checking every nook and cranny for hidden contraband. Tired and irritated at the end of a long day she carelessly tosses his possessions around and leaves them in an untidy heap.
Violet runs the detector over his arse, making contact with the thin fabric of his trousers and adding to his sense of unease.
He can feel Donna and Patty's piercing gazes as Violet finally finishes off her checks. The fierce expressions on their faces tell him it would not be wise to push his luck.
He humbly collects his things, mumbling a thank you to Donna, relieved to be on his way.
He rushes to get to the gate, eyeing Reggie and his gun nervously. He pities anyone who messes with these powerful women today.
Charlotte and Jacob Abeokuta stroll smartly into the security lounge and join the queue.
They can see things are moving at a snail's pace, but are far too refined to make a fuss and stand patiently in line.
Reggie is keen to demonstrate to his superiors Violet and Donna that he too can be thorough, and he patrols the queue on the lookout for any potential troublemakers.
He walks up to the Abeokutas and gives them a long hard stare, trying to intimidate them. Charlotte and Jacob keep their eyes firmly forward, not wanting to make eye contact.
Reggie has barely moved away when Charlotte opens her mouth to continue to discussion they were having previously. "That man illustrates my point precisely."
"How could he?" says Jacob, rolling his eyes.
"We are struggling with the same fundamental issues since the days of William Wilberforce. If not shackled in prison, in the 21st Century men are armed hired thugs," she says passionately.
Getting a little annoyed with her outspoken views, Jacob rebuts: "What an oversimplification! What about our success and political power?"
Charlotte's gaze wanders and she catches sight of a "no liquids" sign and bin.
How very annoying! And at the First Class security check in too! That means she can't take her very expensive Chanel No. 5 with her.
She takes the bottle out of her bag and has one last spray...
...before reluctantly depositing it in the bin. Oh well, her husband will just have to buy her another to replace it.
Not willing to let the argument go, she continues. "In terms of liberty and emancipation of the masses, what progress is there?"
She gestures at Reggie, "Take this poor sod for example."
Reggie shoots her an angry look. He's not the brightest of men, but he's pretty sure that wasn't a compliment.
Jacob gets nervous. The last thing he wants is any trouble before they've even got on the flight! "Honey, keep your voice down." He tries to placate her, "Fine. You're right. I agree with you completely."
"These are issues you need to address. You are up for re-election in April!"
Moving closer to the conveyor their attention is drawn to a warning sign.
They look at each other stunned by the sign and its implications.
Eager to get to the First Class lounge and sample some free champagne, Duncan marches through the x-ray machine. It's the first time his company has paid for him to fly first class and he intends to enjoy every minute of the experience.
Suddenly there is a piercing sound as the siren on the machine goes off.
"Hang on pretty boy, not so fast!" Violet pulls him up short.
She grabs him and roughly pulls the bemused looking man over to Donna. He is totally disorientated and not sure what he's done wrong.
Donna looks at him harshly, establishing that she is the one in charge and daring him to disobey.
She rifles through his briefcase and pulls out piles of paperwork. She flicks through it aggressively messing up the order and creasing the pages.
"Please be careful, there are important documents in there," he pleads.
"Oh there are eh? What do you do then?" Questions the imperious Donna.
Her icy tone sends a shiver of fear down his spine. "I'm a financial analyst," he stutters, "For East Asian markets."
"That doesn't sound like a real job to me," says Violet sarcastically. "Arms up!" She commands.
Not wanting to antagonise the women further, he complies and raises his arms either side.
Violet moves in and begins patting down his body, checking for anything that shouldn't be there.
He can feel her hands running all over his body, feeling him up. His nerves increase with every second and he hopes it will soon be over so he can be on his way.
But Violet intends to check him all over and has no intentions of letting him go until she is completely satisfied.
He blows out his cheeks as her hands stray close to his crotch. Her commanding feminine presence starts to have an effect on him and he's terrified that he might become aroused.
Donna comes over to assist, after all, two pairs of hands are better than one! She wastes no time in getting to grips with him, squeezing him to make sure he has nothing hidden under his clothes.
He gulps as Donna's hand slides up his leg and right past where his penis nestles in his underwear. He tries to think of something, anything that will distract him from the woman's hand so close to his privates.
But both Violet and Donna have noticed something bulging in his crotch, and their hands move in for a closer feel.
They get down so they can get a better look and Donna cups her hand round the bulge, which seems to be getting larger.
The feel of the pretty woman's hand squeezing his fast hardening penis terrifies the young man. What if they brand him a pervert? A sex pest who gets erections in front of women in public? But try as he might he cannot prevent his member from getting thicker.
He's aware of the armed security guard walking back and forth in front of him which adds to his fear that he might be in deep trouble if he cannot contain himself. Violet smiles knowingly across at Donna.
She catches her glance and a wicked grin spreads across her face. 'This looks like an opportunity to have some fun!' she thinks as she deliberately teases his impressive packet with her fingers.
Trying desperately to bring a halt to the proceedings before his obvious arousal is commented upon, he calls out to the women, "Please, I haven't done anything!"
"Quiet you," retorts Violet, putting him in his place immediately.
"I think we need to get rid of some of these clothes. He could be hiding anything under there!" She says with glee.
Feeling utterly helpless Duncan can do nothing except stand there stupidly as the women expertly start to undress him. Their warm bodies are so close to him it sends his mind spinning.
He realises he is completely under their power and must obey them, otherwise who knows what they might do to him?
The women whip off his shirt, exposing his tight, muscled body to the cool air of the cavernous airport. He swallows nervously feeling exposed as other passengers pass by and stare openly. What has he got himself into?
Having set off the x-ray machine alarm, Duncan made the mistake of answering back and is now in deep trouble. The women have very thoroughly patted him down to check for unexpected bulges. And now they have expertly whipped off his shirt leaving him in an undignified position - topless and exposed.
Poor Duncan is totally at the mercy of Violet and Donna, who are thrilled to have this athletic young man in their power. Donna teases him by tweaking his nipple while Violet continues patting him down.
He looks down helplessly as Donna's hands roam over his chest. He feels utterly defenceless against these two authoritarian women.
Donna's fingers on his sensitive nipples sends little shivers of pleasure through his body. He gulps, desperate not to get aroused. Who knows what they might do to him?
The women take their time exploring his body, caressing him with their delicate hands deliberately trying to provoke a reaction.
Donna giggles mischievously and pinches his nipple sharply.
He winces with pain but tries not to make a sound and risk antagonising the two dominant women.
Reggie wanders past, watching the scene carefully and ready to offer assistance if called upon. Duncan feels pinned between the two female security guards, their feminine presence making his head spin.
Patty watches on with pleasure. She enjoys the way Violet and Donna have so quickly subdued the man and taken complete control of him.
Violet looks at the quivering man sandwiched between her and her colleague. Men are so easy to subjugate and their sexual emotions so easy to stimulate.
She decides it’s time to see what he’s got hidden in his trousers.
She undoes his belt and unzips his fly, excited to get a little closer to that tempting bulge she felt before.
Duncan pleads desperately. "Wait... please... no!"
Donna's smile disappears instantly and she snarls: "Shut the fuck up pretty boy or I'll mace you!" She intends to have no disobedience from him.
Hearing the raised voice Reggie comes closer. Neither Violet nor Donna need to say a word to Duncan, he can see that he has no choice but to comply with their every wish.
He realises that the only way out of this predicament is to obey the two powerful women. Violet watches him closely and can sense that he's beaten - they won't get any more trouble out of him!
She pulls his trousers down firmly, the material momentarily catching on his bulge before a sharp tug frees it.
Finally Duncan is down to his underwear, his impressive packet visible to the entire airport making him cringe with shame.
She begins to leisurely scan him with the hand scanner, enjoying the way he shivers with nerves.
She follows the contour of his bulging crotch ensuring the scanner brushes against the thin fabric covering his genitals.
She slides it slowly up the side emphasising his obviously thickening penis.
He stands in the busy airport defeated and hangs his head in shame. There's nothing he can do to stop Violet from conspicuously rubbing his privates with the scanner while Donna continues to maul him.
The women decide it's time to check out his arse, and roughly turn the reluctant man round.
Donna looks down with interest as Violet begins exploring the contours if his firm backside.
She makes him bend over so Violet can get a better look, causing the fabric of his boxer shorts to pull tight over his arse.
Duncan closes his eyes and tries to block out the sounds of the women giggling excitedly behind him. He feels degraded bent over with his arse in the air for every passing passenger to see.
They gleefully pull his pants tight giving him a wedgie. He can feel the material sliding up his arse crack and crushing his cock and balls painfully.
Violet continues with her examination and it seems to Duncan as though it's taking hours.
Violet and Donna take time to admire his peachy round buttocks which are obviously as firm as the rest of his body.
Jacob and Charlotte Abeokuta are horrified at the display going on in front of them. Surely this isn't standard procedure?
"Whatcha got up here then eh?" Violet smiles devilishly at Donna, keen to taunt Duncan even more.
She prises apart his buttocks and begins to slide the scanner between them.
Duncan protests loudly as he feels the object forcing its way between his buttocks. This is too much!
But Violet and Donna merely laugh raucously, savouring his humiliation.
Violet manages to get the scanner quite a long way in, pressing the fabric of his underwear right up against his anus. If only she had her anal probe, then she could get right in!
Violet looks at Donna - perhaps it's time to take this further?
Donna turns to Duncan and jeers, "You're an ANALyst aren't you?"
Jacob gasps with shock at the way the two women are treating the poor man. This is preposterous! Charlotte simmers with anger.
Eventually she can take no more and turns to Jacob. "This is intolerable! Do something will you?"
He clears his throat loudly to get attention. "Excuse me!"
"It's evident there's no contraband there. Could we move this along please?"
Violet and Donna look at each other. They were enjoying themselves! Who does this bozo think he is to spoil their fun? Doesn't he know who they are? It's obvious they are going to have to teach this fool some manners!
"Get suited up pretty boy," orders Donna clearly peeved at having to stop just as things were getting interesting.
"Wait over there. My colleague will deal with you in due course."
He breathes a sigh of relief and goes to gather his clothes. He doesn't envy the other guy right now. Crossing these two women was a big mistake.
It may only be a temporary reprieve but perhaps they'll forget about him and he can quietly slip away.
He shuffles round with his trousers still round his ankles and catches site of Reggie watching him like a hawk.
He cannot take his eyes off the man with the gun and realises there is no chance of escape. He'll have to sit and wait patiently until Violet and Donna are ready to deal with him.
He sits down mournfully on the bench Donna pointed to and starts to pull up his trousers. He can feel unwanted attention from the other passengers who keep casting curious glances in his direction.
Being pulled about, touched up and probed by the two women was bad enough, but having to sit and wait knowing there will be more to come is torture. His hands shake with fear and anticipation of what is to come and he has trouble doing his belt up.
The two security guards don't even need to confer - they already know how they are going to deal with this particular pain in the arse. They don't like that their game with Duncan was cut short and someone is going to pay.
Jacob looks at the two imperious women nervously, his courage suddenly gone.
He approaches the gate where the two women wait, arms tightly folded and glaring in his direction with undisguised contempt.
"This way sir" says Violet, her icy voice laced with sarcasm.
He suddenly starts to feel very apprehensive. The expression on their faces is as hard as nails and he starts to realise that they are the ultimate authority here. Surely they won't subject someone as important as him to such a demeaning examination?
Violet and Donna were enjoying themselves at the expense of the hapless Duncan when another passenger in the queue dared to interrupt. Reluctantly the two women have put their fun to one side. But the well-meaning individual is about to receive their full and unforgiving attention.
Despite quaking with fear at approaching the two fierce looking security guards, Joseph Abeokuta tries to appear brave. "See here, these searches are getting out of control."
Charlotte looks on, proud that her husband is making a stand.
"We are fast approaching a police state in this country!" He finishes passionately.
But Violet and Donna and unimpressed by his rhetoric. "Save the speeches for the podium jackass," goads Donna.
He shuffles through the x-ray machine nervously. "I'm fully prepared to comply with search regulations if they are carried out properly."
Violet responds angrily. "Oh, you're an expert at our jobs now are you?" She doesn't care who he thinks he is, their word is law here and he will do as he's told.
He backpedals, realising he's overstepped the mark and antagonised the powerful women. "Certainly not!"
"I don't pretend to understand all the regulatory procedures here..." he tries to placate them, but is cut short.
"Then zip it," orders Violet and stands staring at him, challenging him to cross her.
He stands uncertainly for a moment. His instinct is to argue as he would in a political situation. But he realises that here, things are very different and the women in front of him are in absolute power. He decides that in the circumstances it would be wise to remain silent.
Violet begins running the hand scanner over his body as Jacob tries his best to look dignified.
She reaches his crotch when the machine in her hands starts beeping furiously.
Jacob is horrified and protests his innocence.
But his pleas fall on deaf ears and Violet and Donna decide they'll need to do a hands on examination. He has no choice but to stand there while their hands touch him invasively all over.
Violet smiles to herself as they spin him round. She's going to enjoy cutting this arrogant fool down to size.
They lift the back of his jacket and Violet begins scanning his rear. He tries to look over his shoulder to see what's going on, terrified of what they'll do if the alarm sounds again.
Violet deliberately brushes the detector against the fabric covering his arse, increasing his nervousness. Suddenly the machine starts beeping again sending waves of panic through his body.
Charlotte watches, disturbed by the way things are turning out. It would be a huge scandal if her husband were found to be carrying contraband and his political career would be ruined. Surely he wouldn't be so stupid as to try and smuggle something?
Violet decides to check more thoroughly and starts feeling his round backside with her hand. He closes his eyes with shame. If his political rivals could see him now he'd be a laughing stock.
She cups her hand round his muscular buttocks, taking longer than necessary to check for anything hidden there.
Without speaking, Violet and Donna decide it's time to perform a more intimate check. Donna starts unbuttoning his jacket so the two of them can begin to strip him.
He looks imploringly at Donna, not sure what it is that he's done wrong. But she feels no need to explain her actions to him and quickly and efficiently removes his jacket.
The two women exchange glances. Having felt his hard physique through his clothes, Violet cannot wait to get her hands on it properly. They fully intend to strip this man of his dignity as well as his clothes.
Working as a team they remove his tie and begin unbuttoning his shirt. Jacob stands bewildered and helpless, wishing there was something he could do or say to stop them.
But he realises that there isn't. All he can hope is that once they see he's not hiding anything, they'll let him go.
Donna's expression tells him it might not be so easy. She's enjoying the power she has over him and has no intention of stopping till she's had her fun.
His stomach lurches as they pull his shirt off exposing his torso to the cool air-conditioned atmosphere of the airport. He feels cold and exposed, aware that other passengers are passing and staring openly.
"Please - can I have my shirt back?" He beseeches.
"That's the least of your problems," says Donna threateningly. Despite the cold, he feels little beads of sweat run down his back as he thinks over the implications of her words.
"I think we need to perform a very thorough examination. Just to be sure..."
He is about to open his mouth to protest, but a glance at Donna's hard expression silences him. He's also aware of Reggie just a few feet away marching back and forth, swinging his gun threateningly.
This is the most humiliating experience of this proud man's life. Having worked hard and got himself into a position of power, having to stand by and allow two women to take such liberties is excruciating.
Anger builds at the injustice of it as Donna pulls his trousers down firmly, exposing his underwear.
She laughs in his face as he stands there with his trousers round his ankles. Violet begins scanning again, running the machine all over his uncovered body.
She focuses her attention on his underwear, paying particular attention to the prominent bulge in the front.
This is beyond the pale! He will be writing a very strongly worded letter about this to the chairman of the civil aviation authority.
The scanner hovers a hairs breadth away from Jacob's crotch.
It almost-but-not-quite touches as Violet very slowly scans him.
The machine remains silent, but unabashed she scans again. This time she makes sure to press the instrument so it makes contact with Jacob's bulge causing him to whimper with shock.
She follows the contour of his cock and balls, tightly contained within his underpants. He quivers at her touch, thankful that his wife at least cannot see what is happening.
"Hmm," says Donna ominously, "looks like there might be something down there that needs a closer look."
The two women crouch down so they are level with Jacob's groin and grin evilly at each other. They've both been waiting for this moment...
They slide their hands in and begin checking his shapely bulge.
Jacob swallows as Donna's fingers slip between his testicles and leg. This can't be standard procedure surely? It's almost as though she were deliberately trying to stimulate him!
Violet runs her fingers down his shaft and he's aware that it's only a very thin piece of fabric between his dick and her hand.
The women take their time, savouring every moment as they caress his crotch. They very quickly ascertain that nothing is hidden there, but are enjoying teasing him too much to stop.
He tries to slow his fast-beating heart. Even though his wife is only a few feet away behind him, he feels his body begin to respond to the women's inquisitive fingers.
This can't be happening to him! Despite his fury at being treated like a piece of meat, his penis stirs in his underwear. Whatever happens he must not get an erection.
Violet feels Jacob's crotch twitch and realises their continual probing is having the desired effect.
Donna too is thrilled that their victim is succumbing to them and about to embarrass himself in the most obvious way.
Charlotte has enough of waiting. She can't quite see what's going on, but is impatient to get going. She bundles her coat and luggage onto the conveyor.
She can't think what it is that has set off the alarm, but she's not about to see her husband stood in his underpants in the busy airport a minute longer.
She marches boldly through the x-ray machine without waiting to be asked and goes over to where her husband is standing.
She immediately sees the two women openly groping Jacob's crotch in full view of other passengers. She turns to him in horror unable to believe her eyes.
"Must you subject my husband to such public humiliation?" her voice thunders out.
"This is outrageous! He's an official of state!"
She stands utterly astounded that the women should be treating Jacob like this. He hopes her words carry more weight than his own but fears she might just make matters worse.
"Don't you know the new rule?" enquires Violet politely.
"Black men with big dicks need to be checked. We've got to make sure their cocks are real and not explosive," Donna explains patiently.
Charlotte and Jacob are stunned. To be touched up through his underwear was bad enough, but Donna's words imply things are about to get a whole lot worse.
Violet, Donna and Patty aren't used to having their authority challenged. Their stern gazes reduce most men to quivering wrecks, so they see the haughty politician as something of a challenge. But they are sure it won't take long to put him in his place and teach him how to be subservient to superior women.
Jacob and Charlotte are still reeling from the news that he is about to have his dick examined to ensure it is real. They are appalled by the very thought that such an intimate part of his body could be manhandled by the tough female security guards.
Patty meanwhile begins going through his luggage. Although nothing showed up on the x-ray, it's always worth checking manually to be sure.
She's very surprised to find a bundle of very explicit girly magazines - certainly not the sort of material one would expect to find in a politician's bag!
She selects one to check more closely. If there's anything questionable then she'll impound the lot.
Although not easily shocked, Patty cannot help but gasp at the enormously large breasted women cavorting on the pages.
"Hey girls," she calls, "get a load of this!"
She shows the magazine to a startled Violet and Donna while Jacob groans inwardly. He knew he shouldn't have brought those blasted magazines!
The women crowd round the filthy mags and flick through, laughing at the array of naked women. A few of the pages are stuck together they note.
Charlotte wasn't supposed to be on this trip with him, but she decided to come at the last minute. He'd already packed his bag intending to have some fun without her and now his private pleasures are being laid bare for all to see and laugh at.
Patty gives him a look of contempt and holds up the tube of lubricant she also found in his bag. Whatever was this filthy pervert planning on getting up to? More to the point, from her expression, it doesn't look like his wife was meant to be part of it!
Her next find is more puzzling - a little black book. Whatever could be in here?
Jacob's eyes widen with shock and his blood runs cold at the sight of the book in Patty's hands. He wishes the ground would open right up and swallow him to avoid the embarrassment that he knows is about to come.
Unable to ignore the ruckus the women are making any longer, Charlotte comes over to see for herself. She always knew her husband had certain sexual predilections, but these magazines are frankly disgusting.
Patty leans across and hands her the book. "Ma'am, do you recognise any of these girls' names?" She asks the astonished looking woman.
Charlotte flicks through pages and pages of girls' names and phone numbers each of which appears to have been given a score out of 10.
She is totally dumbfounded by the discovery and mumbles "Why... no!"
"And this website?" enquires Donna sympathetically, pointing the where www.elite-escorts.com is clearly written in Jacob's handwriting.
Suddenly it all clicks into place. The strange late night phone calls where the caller hangs up. The mysterious business trips that Jacob's secretary doesn't seem to know about. The bizarre entries on the credit card statement. "Oh Jacob, how could you?!"
Jacob feels utterly wretched - caught out after all these years thanks to these women. He sees his career and marriage going down the pan. Little does he realise that this is not the end of it.
Charlotte turns back to the women, resolved that her husband should suffer for the humiliation he's put her through. "This explains a lot. We want to comply with regulations fully."
"Please inspect my husband's penis and anus for explosives."
Jacob cannot believe his ears. His wife has just given her full permission for the three authoritarian women to strip and degrade him and there is absolutely nothing he can do about it.
Patty can't wait to get started and pulls on a pair of rubber gloves. She's going to enjoy making this pompous fool squirm.
Jacob simply stands there in shock. He feels completely helpless and is terrified of what is about to happen to him.
The women walk towards him and begin encircling him. Instinctively he covers his manhood protectively. But the determined look in Patty's eyes tells him it's going to take more than that to stop her.
He feels trapped between the dominant women who he knows will call the armed guard Reggie for backup if he dares to disobey them.
Violet and Donna quickly get to work to remove his shoes and trousers. Patty struts confidently over to him, her eyes focussed intently on his crotch increasing his nervousness.
It takes little time at all for Violet and Donna to remove his shoes and trousers - they are both fully trained on how to strip a man quickly and efficiently.
He looks down helplessly, trying to retain his balance as they lift his feet to get his trousers completely off. Patty meanwhile removes his very expensive watch. He has gone from being a powerful politician to these women's plaything in a matter of minutes.
He stands there, on full display to every passing passenger, a beaten man.
But there is worse still to come. He feels Patty's gloved fingers take hold of his underwear, the last thing between him and total nakedness.
In a thrice she pulls them downwards and he gulps as his last shred of dignity is removed.
In an instant they are down and his cock and balls revealed, bouncing with the momentum. A cool blast from the air conditioning assaults his newly exposed privates making him shiver.
His hands go straight to his crotch, trying to protect his modesty from the curious passengers who slow down to stare as they pass.
He watches with dismay as his underpants are totally removed leaving him uncovered and defenceless between the fully clothed women.
Donna quickly pulls his hands away so his penis and testicles are visible. She smiles to Violet - let the fun begin!
Violet, Patty and Donna immediately begin groping his naked body, running their hands over every contour possessively as though his body belonged to them.
Reggie patrols back and forth lest he forget that they have armed backup. But the stunned man barely registers his presence; he's so focused on his own misery.
He looks down with horror as Patty reaches round with her latex covered hand and makes to grab his unprotected cock as it swings back and forth.
She grips his manhood in her hand making him quiver with fear. He is impotent to stop her and can do nothing except hope she is gentle with him.
She starts pulling his penis this way and that, examining it closely and checking for signs it might be false.
She makes sure to check his testicles too wanting to drag out his suffering for as long as possible.
Having his privates tugged on like this is very painful and Jacob grits his teeth. Violet and Donna restrain him and watch with pleasure as their colleague treats his manhood as though it were a toy.
Patty squeezes his testicles tightly with one hand and flicks them with the other sending a sharp pain shooting though his groin.
She looks up at the whimpering man scornfully. 'I bet this is the kind of thing he pays those women to do to him,' she thinks, 'disgusting pervert!'
She stretches his penis while pulling down on his balls to make sure they aren't some clever prosthetic and don't come apart. He howls in agony drawing yet more unwanted attention from his fellow travellers.
Charlotte watches on coldly. Her husband has totally shamed her in front of these women and as far as she's concerned deserves everything he gets. She is going to personally see to it that he loses his job and is out on the streets.
Donna wants to have a go herself. "Mind if I check?" she asks and Patty replies "Please, be my guest!"
Jacob breathes out sharply as Donna yanks on his sensitive appendage. She knows how to cause the most excruciating pain to a man and intends to use her skill on this cheating buffoon.
She twists his member and whips it up and down sending waves of agony through him.
Grinning with satisfaction at the reaction she's getting, Donna gets down for a closer look.
Smirking, she says to him, "It looks rubber to me."
Patty smiles, knowing full well what's coming next. Jacob wonders with trepidation what exactly the stern woman means.
Patty takes a swipe at his dangling penis with the back of her hand...
...sending it slapping against his thigh painfully. "Hey! That hurts!" he protests.
But the women have no intention of stopping, and Donna takes a turn, batting his penis hard with her hand.
In a frenzy, the three security guards take turn batting his penis back and forth - much to the satisfaction of Charlotte who enjoys the grunts of agony coming from him.
"We have to check your penis is real don't we?" chides Donna, "This is the only way."
He feels like he is going to pass out from the pain the women are causing when suddenly they stop. Violet turns to Donna with an evil grin. "What about his arse - isn't it time we checked that?" His stomach lurches at the prospect of having his most private part subjected to the giggling women's scrutiny.
Jacob's life and career are over. The airport security women have discovered his collection of girly mags and 'little black book' full of telephone numbers. His wife Charlotte is enraged and gives the tough women her permission to perform the most intimate body searches imaginable.
Jacob is in agony from the repeated slaps his penis has received. It flailed back and forth, painfully slapping against his leg as the women batted it with their hands laughing raucously.
But now further indignities await as Violet suggests they check his anus for contraband. He cannot believe this is happening, out in the open in the busy airport. Surely they should take him to a private room or something?
it's clear however that the women fully intend for his humiliation to be witnessed by everyone as they lead him over to the table.
His instinct is to try and make a run for it, but trapped between Patty and Violet and with the armed Reggie nearby he has no choice but to submit to them.
The two women push him down roughly on the desk, unimpressed by his political status. To them he's just another pathetic man to be treated with disdain.
His arsehole feels horribly exposed and vulnerable and he wonders fearfully what the aggressive women are about to do to him.
Donna gets out a torch and shines it on his puckered ring so the women can all get a good look. Charlotte watches with interest. Her husband has never let her anywhere near this most private part and she's keen to see how the women intend to deal with him.
Proud Jacob feels acutely embarrassed at having his arse examined like this. Used to being treated with respect it comes as a complete shock to be manhandled in such a demeaning way.
Violet pulls his arse cheeks wide apart displaying his sphincter which clenches tightly closed. 'We'll soon do something about that!' thinks Donna as Patty squirts some of Jacob's own lubricant onto her finger.
Patty leans forward and Jacob can feel the coldness of the gel as she rubs it onto his arsehole with her finger.
She plunges her finger into his hole right up to the first knuckle, forcing her way past his resistant sphincter.
She twists her hand around, probing the inside of his anal cavity with her finger.
The pain is excruciating for Jacob and feels like a red hot poker has been shoved deep inside him. Forgetting any sense of decorum he lets out a guttural howl of pain.
Patty continues feeling her way around the inside of his arse completely oblivious to his agony.
She jams her finger in as far as it will go sending a stabbing pain shooting through his body.
He clenches his fist and tries to block out the painful new sensations he's experiencing as the fully clothed woman fucks his arse with her finger.
Charlotte cannot help but smile knowing exactly how humiliating this is for him. Perhaps if she regularly carries out this procedure herself he'll learn to behave himself and control his perverted desires.
The women laugh openly at the faces Jacob pulls as he writhes in agony.
He's aware that members of the public are watching and pointing at him as they pass by. From the looks on some of their faces they clearly recognise him. He can just imagine the front page splashes of the tabloids tomorrow.
Having decided there's nothing up there, Patty roughly pulls out her finger causing Jacob to yelp yet again. Donna grabs the prone man and pulls him upright.
She points her torch at his penis. "How do you plan to prove to us this thing is real?" she asks.
Jacob cannot think straight with his arse still throbbing from being penetrated for the first time. "I..." he mumbles pathetically.
"If you're unable to prove it we have the right to detain you for up to six months with no formal charge," warns Patty sternly.
Jacob is terrified at the prospect. "I can't... I don't know..." He turns to Charlotte pleadingly.
But she has no sympathy for him. "Jacob, give yourself an erection and ejaculate. It's the only way!" she says.
Feeling totally beaten and at the mercy of these vicious women, he reluctantly grabs hold of his dick and starts to masturbate.
The women stare at him expectantly and he feels under intense pressure to perform.
Deciding to give him a hand, Patty reaches over and starts caressing his thigh while Charlotte strokes his chest.
He can sense the man and woman in the queue edging closer and watching curiously as he jerks his cock mechanically.
He feels crushed, made to behave like some performing animal for these unforgiving women.
Violet can't resist taking hold of his churning balls and giving them a good squeeze.
He tries to ignore the women that surround him, but everything is in sharp relief for him and try as he might he cannot block them out.
Despite the sense of shame, Jacob starts to get aroused and he can feel the orgasm building.
Sensing that he is close, the women stand and move in closer, not wanting to miss as he disgraces himself in public.
His breathing quickens and he feels the powerful sensations flooding through his body, taking control of his senses.
He lets out a gasp as the climax takes hold and for a brief moment he forgets everything but the pleasure of orgasm.
Thick creamy sperm comes gushing out of the end of his dick, much to the satisfaction of the watching women.
He cannot stop pumping away as more and more flies out.
The sense of relief is overpowering and his body goes rigid as waves of pleasure engulf him.
Eventually the orgasm subsides as the final squirts of semen shoot forth.
He finishes off and stands panting with his dick in his hand and blobs of sperm covering the sensitive end.
The women all laugh at the ridiculous sight of the humbled man who was once so powerful. Donna looks down at the sticky mess on the floor, surprised that he managed to produce so much!
Donna and Patty gather up his clothing before he has a chance to make a grab for it.
"We still need to inspect the inside of your clothing," advises Donna. Jacob is stunned - what fresh hell is this? "You can claim them at the gate. Right. On your way sir."
Taking the lead, Charlotte takes her bag totally ignoring her bewildered husband.
She marches confidently away. How things have changed! From now on she'll be the one in charge and Jacob will have to get used to serving her. She's learnt a lot about how to deal with wilful men today and is determined to knock her husband into shape.
Jacob follows humbly behind her, aware that he needs her if he is to hang on to any sort of political career. The implication of having no clothes begins to sink in and he dreads the long walk to the gate fully nude and on display.
"See you on your trip back," says Violet as he shuffles away mortified and the three security guards all burst out laughing.
The once important and privileged man has been totally stripped of his dignity and power. His body has been invaded and treated with total disregard by the superior females at airport security. With only his bag to cover his modesty he slopes off in the wake of his wife a beaten man.
Patty, Violet and Donna are still wired from their humiliation of the Jacob. They just love the opportunity to teach arrogant men a lesson and he certainly won’t forget their encounter in a hurry! They are high on power and need another outlet for their pent up energies.
The three women smile with satisfaction as they watch the still naked Jacob make his way through the crowd after the newly empowered Charlotte.
But Donna has just remembered that before they were interrupted they were already enjoying themselves with sexy young Duncan. He was instructed to sit and wait while they dealt with Jacob. Well now it’s his turn to be the focus of their attention.
Duncan jumps when he feels Donna’s hand on his arm. He’d been sitting quietly, hoping they would forget about him – while trying to ignore the torture of the man going on behind him.
The women quickly encircle him and drag him to his feet roughly. They aren’t yet satiated and are determined not to let him go until they have had their fun.
He mumbles in protest, but is intimidated by the three confident women and too frightened to put up much resistance.
Wasting no time the women quickly begin to strip him.
Violet pulls at his shirt, revealing his athletic chest which catches Patty’s eye. Donna meanwhile gets to work on his trousers. A woman waiting in the queue can’t help but move round to get a better view.
Duncan feels himself exposed yet again and it’s just as bad the second time around. He feels vulnerable as the women remove his clothes methodically and in complete silence.
He looks down with dismay as they tug on his trousers starting to pull them slowly down and revealing his underwear for the whole airport to see.
He’s painfully aware that his weighty cock and balls are jiggling about in the loose fabric of his trunks as the women completely remove his trousers.
In a frenzy of excitement, Violet and Donna remove his shoes and socks and toss them with the rest of his clothes in an untidy pile on the dirty floor.
The other passengers waiting to pass through security edge closer not wanting to miss a moment of this spectacle. Duncan gulps as Patty’s fingers grip the waistband of his trunks dreading what is about to happen.
She yanks them down in one sudden movement that makes him gasp.
His thick cock and heavy balls spill out into view much to Violet and Donna’s satisfaction.
He immediately tries to cover his embarrassment, not able to bear the thought of all the people in the busy airport being able to see his privates.
But the calculating women have other ideas...
...and firmly pull his protective hands away. They want to get a good clear look at his penis and testicles!
Again Duncan’s manhood is on display. He can hear the whispers and giggling of other passengers that are passing. He also hears the click of camera shutters as some even stop to take photos.
He hangs his head in shame feeling distraught. But the security guards just snigger, enjoying his debasement.
Patty gets down and eyes Duncan’s impressive manhood keenly. It’s certainly big enough to be hiding something so she decides to check.
She grips the shaft firmly prompting a sharp cry of surprise from Duncan. With his arms restrained by Violet and Donna he can do nothing to defend himself.
Pinching the tip and pulling it up by the loose foreskin, Patty takes a good look at his hairy scrotum. She’s determined to be 100% sure that there is nothing hidden down here.
She pulls his penis roughly to one side sending a sharp pain shooting through his groin. Duncan is defenceless and he gets more and more nervous with every second that his sensitive privates are in the hard looking woman’s hands.
He tries to blot it out but he cannot ignore the way she yanks his penis one way and the other. He stifles his urge to cry out in pain and fear knowing full well this will only encourage the women.
Patty watches his face for a reaction as she continues to aggressively manipulate his cock. She can see the anxiety written across his face much to her satisfaction.
The women decide it’s time to check his backside. After all, it would be a dereliction of their duties if they didn’t make sure he wasn’t hiding something about his person. They spin him round and bend him over before he knows what’s going on.
The three of them paw at his exposed buttocks, grabbing hold of them and pulling them apart so his tender ring is on display.
The female passenger behind is bewitched by the confident way the women have taken control of the young man. It gives her a few ideas about how to treat her boyfriend next time she sees him!
Duncan can feel a cold draft against his hyper-sensitive arse hole. It is unbearable for him to have such an intimate part of his body exposed like this. He bites his lip to stop himself from crying.
"Oh dear," says Violet in a mocking tone, "I don’t think he’s enjoying himself! We want all out customers to be satisfied don’t we?"
Duncan looks round fearfully wondering what she means by this.
The women straighten him up and turn him round again. It’s clear they have made a decision between them but Duncan has no idea what they have in mind. He looks nervously between them, not liking the malicious grins on their faces.
Patty reaches forward and grabs his cock in her fist.
She begins pumping furiously while Violet and Donna caress his chest. New sensations flood through his body and despite his distress his sexual organs start to react to the stimulus.
Patty feels his penis thicken in her hand almost immediately and cups her other hand around his testicles, giving them a firm squeeze that makes him moan with pleasure.
She releases them and they jiggle about furiously as she continues to masturbate him. He is now totally enthralled to the three women and unable to resist them.
He looks at Donna aware that she has complete power over him right now. She will decide when and if he’ll be released. He desperately hopes that they’ll let him go, and let him take his clothes with him unlike the poor fellow before him.
Patty works his cock quickly and rhythmically, stroking up and down and feeling it throb in her firm grip.
"I think he’s getting close," she exclaims as his head jerks back at the overwhelming sensations rushing through his body.
"Make him finish himself off," says Violet with a smile.
Realising he won’t be allowed to leave until he has shot his load, he takes hold of his cock and begins to wank himself. The woman from the queue can’t contain herself any longer and steps right up to watch – thrilled at what she sees.
He feels the orgasm building deep inside him about to erupt as the women stand watching expectantly.
"I like this one," says Donna, "Shall we keep him?"
The female security guards burst out laughing, the sound ringing in Duncan’s ears as he reaches the edge of climax.
"Better stand back girls," warns a giggling Violet, "we don’t want his muck all over our smart uniforms!"
The women step back and burst into more fits of laughter as Duncan finally shoots his load.
A jet of hot sperm shoots out and his mind goes fuzzy with the intensity of the orgasm. For a moment he can think of nothing else except the exquisite sense of relief.
His balls continue to empty themselves of their load spattering the floor with the sticky stuff.
A few of the people from the crowd that has gathered start applauding and more photos are taken of the debased man made to shoot his load by the strict security women.
Eventually he finishes and squeezes the last drips of cum from the end of his sore penis. His mind slowly comes back to focus on the present and the full horror of his predicament hits him.
Duncan feels utterly wretched and exhausted by his ordeal. He is on tenterhooks to see whether the women will let him go or not.
"Hmm, what do you think girls?" says Donna. "Not a bad performance. At least we know his cock and balls are real. Shall we let him go?"
"Yeah," says Violet giggling, "I’m sure he has some anal-ysing to be getting on with!" and Donna bites her lip to stop from bursting out laughing. The humiliated Duncan stands between them a broken man - an object lesson in not upsetting the all powerful women at airport security.
