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Synopsis: Jennifer's initial airport detainment leads to ever-increasing punishments, torture, and prison life on a remote tropical island.

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Life as a TSA airport agent could be a bit monotonous. The same routine, with the same clueless, mostly overweight people shuffling their lard asses through the checkpoints, protesting any minor inconvenience, could start to grate your nerves. But Frank, the head of TSA security, actually enjoyed his job - and the unexpected benefits that came with it.

When he first saw her making her way down the hall, he smiled. Jennifer Carter, a young mother of one, was definitely a head-turner. She was wearing dark blue jeans, tan sandals, and a white blouse. Her long blonde hair, done up in a disheveled bun, framed a soft, feminine face that was slightly flushed with exertion. This is because she was hauling her baby in one arm, as she rushed down the hall, obviously running late. Her husband, Dan, trailed behind her a few feet, carrying the bags of luggage.

Frank turned slightly and whistled to get his coworker Mike's attention. When he looked up, Frank indicated Jennifer's direction and nodded. Grinning, Mike started to get things ready.

After having their IDs checked, the couple stripped off their shoes and threw the bags on the conveyor belt. First Dan, her husband, went through the scanner, holding both hands over his head as the machine whirred to life.

\"Thank you Sir, you may proceed\" said Mike. \"Ma'am, please step into the machine, feet where indicated. You may keep your child in your arms.\" Mike eyeballed the top of Jennifer's mouthwatering cleavage, her baby pulling down slightly on her white blouse as it clung to her, wanting her milk.

This time the machine blinked an angry red and an alarm sounded. Looking startled, Jennifer turned and looked at the officer.

\"Do you have anything in your pockets Ma'am, metal, batteries, anything at all?\" Mike asked sternly.

\"Um...no I don't, just my boarding pass and ID. I put all my things in the tra-\".

\"Please turn and let me run the scan again.\"

Again the machine spun to life, x-raying the gorgeous blonde, Mike eyeballing her hourglass shape and the perfect roundness of her breasts on the screen. He might not be able to see them in detail, but he could tell her hefty chest had perfect proportions.

Again the alarm sounded, Jennifer looking annoyed and her husband sighing.

Now it was Frank's turn to act. Crisply heading over with their specially trained German shepherd in tow, he walked up to Jennifer.

\"May I see your boarding pass and ID please Ma'am - thank you. Mrs. Carter, is it? Sometimes the machines can get caught up on certain articles of clothing...\"

As Frank was speaking, his dog started sniffing Jennifer and growling, having been trained to do so around women.

\"Are you carrying any drugs on you Ma'am, prescription or otherwise?\"

\"Oh for crying out loud, no! Like I said, all my th-\"

\"Unfortunately our dog is indicating you have drugs on your person.\" Frank sighed theatrically. \"Look, I'm inclined to believe you but given the scanner and our dog are flagging you we have to go through certain procedures.\"

At this point Jennifer's husband Dan had walked over. \"Is there a problem?\"

\"Yes sir, I'm going to have to ask your wife to please come with us, both our scanner and our dog are indicating contraband.\"

\"Is that really necessary?\" asked Dan angrily. \"We are running late.\"

\"Yes I'm afraid it is. She will be returned shortly, after a brief pat down. Please retrieve your shoes Ma'am and follow me.\"

Eyebrows scrunched in annoyance, Jennifer looked at her husband and sighed. \"Here Dan, take the baby. Just wait for me at the terminal, I'll be there in a bit.\" As she walked away with the two security men, her baby started crying. She didn't know it, but it would be the last time she saw her family. A lifetime of sexual service awaited her.

She's ours now, thought Frank, smiling inwardly. God he loved how stupid these women were.

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Coming to the locked door, Frank punched in his security code and the door unlocked. Turning to Mike, he said \"I will take her from here Mike, you can return to your duties.\"

\"Yes sir,\" smiled the officer, as he turned to walk away, taking the dog with him.

Opening the door, Frank ushered Jennifer into the cold, white painted room, the door automatically locking behind them. Bright white lights on the ceiling lit up the whole room, in the center of which was a large table, no chairs in sight. Metal cabinets were mounted on the wall, and another steel door on the far side of the room remained closed.

He walked her towards the center of the room, near the wall. \"Please put your hands on your head and feet shoulder width apart. I will administer your pat down.\"

Jennifer look alarmed. \"What? No, a woman is supposed to do these things. I refu-\"

\"Mrs. Carter, I am the head of security here, I know our rules. A female agent was needed in the past, but with heightened security these days that requirement has been removed. Now do as you're told so we can both get on with our day.\"

\"I...well...\" Jennifer looked unsure. She couldn't tell if he was lying, and even if he wasn't, she still didn't like the idea of a man patting her down...

\"Now!\" barked Frank, getting angry.

Hesitatingly, Jennifer raised her hands to her head. She just wanted to get this over with, then she would complain later.

Starting at her shoulders, Frank ran his fingers down her sides, and briefly under the undercurve of her breasts. Her face reddening slightly, very aware of the freezing temperature of the room, he continued down to over her hips. He ran the tips of his fingers in the waistband of her jeans, then continued down to her legs. Checking one leg at a time, he ran both hands slowly down the outside and inside of her left thigh.

\"Um...\" she stuttered \"Is that really-\"

\"Be quiet Mrs. Carter\" said Frank, as he ran his right hand around to feel the crease where her ass met thigh. She twitched uncomfortably. Sliding down to her calves, he repeated the process on her right leg, his touch lingering on her inner thighs and ass longer than it should.

Standing up, he walked to the cabinet while speaking \"Please undo your hair bun, I need to see if anything is hidden there.\" As she quickly let her hair loose, Frank returned with a tongue depressor and penlight.

\"I need to check your mouth as well. Say Ah Mrs. Carter.\" Eyeing the depressor warily, Jennifer opened her mouth slightly. Somewhat roughly, Frank jabbed the depressor into her mouth and lifted her tongue, flashing the light with the other hand. Moving the depressor to the top, he then pushed her tongue down, peering at her tonsils and throat. He slowly pushed the depressor farther back, until she just started to gag, and stopped, holding it there for about 20 seconds. Jennifer was uncomfortable but remained still, her blue eyes starting to moisten.

Pocketing the penlight, he pulled the tongue depressor from her mouth, a thin string of saliva briefly connected to the wood. He set it on the table and turned to her again, her hands still on her head.

\"Are we done now?\" She asked angrily. \"That wasn't just a pat down, by the way, you didn't need to look in my mouth!\"

\"We are nearly done, Mrs. Carter\" said Frank, ignoring her. \"You could still be hiding contraband within your undergarments, obviously. I'll have to ask you to undress please.\"

\"What?! Absolutely not, when I-\"

\"Mrs. Carter! We face an unprecedented level of threat in this country, and I am authorized to hold you as long as necessary. If you want to reach your flight, I suggest you cooperate.\"

\"But this is outrageous! I clearly have nothing hidden on me and-\"

\"That has yet to be determined.\" Frank's eyes lit up evilly. \"Please remove your sandals, blouse, and pants, and place them on the table. You will not be released until our search is concluded.\"

\"I...this is ridiculous....\" Jennifer's face started to turn red, but she kicked off her sandals and began to unbutton her blouse.

\"At least turn away!\"

\"I cannot turn away, Mrs. Carter, I need to see if you are hiding anything. Continue, and remain facing me.\"

Hands slightly shaking, thinking of getting back to her husband and child, Jennifer moved down her blouse one button at a time. Halfway down, her pale bra-encased tits pushed their way passed the shirt, until finally she removed it completely. Folding it in half, she set it on the table, and stood up straight again, jiggling slightly. Her boobs looked to be straining to be free, their swells pushing defiantly against her light pink bra.

\"The pants too, Mrs. Carter.\" Frank whistled under his breath as he appraised her, from her head down to her flat stomach. He knew she would be a great find.

Jennifer couldn't bring herself to look him in the eye as she reached for her jeans' top button. Popping it open, she quickly opened the small zipper and uncomfortably slid her jeans down her smooth legs. Immediately her matching pink panties came into view, and again she half-folded her clothes and set it on the table.

\"Thank you for your cooperation Mrs. Carter, it helps to expedite the process. Please remain standing and place your hands on your head again. I will check you.\"

Getting into position again, Jennifer stood stone faced with her eyes closed, wishing to be anywhere else. Reaching behind her to her back, Frank quickly undid her bra clasp, and Jennifer's eyes popped open instantly. Covering her tits and holding up her bra, she cried out \"What are you doing?!\"

\"Mrs. Carter I need to check inside the cups.\" Grabbing the bra in her hands, he ripped it from her grip. Making a show of slowly looking into each cup as she covered her breasts with her hands, Frank continued speaking \"I suggest you remove your hands Mrs. Carter, I will also need to check underneath your breasts. Women have been known to tape bags under them.\"

Jennifer was outraged. \"No! No! Give me back my bra, I'm leaving immediately! You pig! This is just too far and....\"

As she began shouting, Frank pressed a small button on the table. Two burly security guards entered from the far door, and stood at resting attention.

\"..it's totally...unacceptable.\" Jennifer's voice got quiet as she look at the guards. \"You can't bring others in here!\"

Frank had had it. \"Mrs. Carter, this is not a joke. This is a very serious situation, and you will not be allowed to leave until our search is complete. If, as you claim, you are indeed innocent, then you have nothing to fear and you will be on your way. These gentlemen will remain here, as you have shown a complete lack of control with your outburst.\"

\"You will give us your full cooperation, or we will be forced to detain you even longer until the truth is ascertained. It will not be a pleasant experience for you, we are authorized to use more forceful means if necessary. You are a suspect, if you do not cooperate you will not be walking out of here. Do you understand?\"

Furious but embarrassed by her partial nudity and scared of the officers, Jennifer quietly answered \"yes, I understand.\"

\"Then take your hands off those breasts right now and let me do my job\" he sneered.

Standing only in her panties, humiliated and distraught, Jennifer slowly lowered her hands.

\"Hands on your head woman, you've been told! Raise them up!\"

Snapping her arms up, Jennifer stood as instructed, providing a full view of her chest to all present. And what a view it was! Her large boobs jiggled from her movements, swaying heavily on her chest. They were slightly swollen with breast milk, and looked full and heavy. The perfect pink nipples, standing at full attention from the freezing air conditioning, jutted out from the breast meat and just begged to be pinched.

He retrieved a pair of thin latex gloves. \"Don't worry, I will not make skin on skin contact, we are not animals\" he reassured her.

'I'm so pleased!' thought Jennifer sarcastically.

Roughly palming her right breast in his hand, Frank lifted the heavy udder and ran the fingers of his other hand under her boob, near the crease of her chest wall. She squirmed in embarrassment, as her nipple poked its way between his index and middle fingers.

\"Clear here. And now the other.\"

Reaching over, he repeated the 'search' on the other breast, intentionally letting her nipple slip between his fingers and giving it a firm squeeze. Satisfied, he released her boob and suddenly grabbed both nipples. Pulling her breasts apart none-too-gently in opposite directions, he 'visually checked her cleavage' for contraband.

\"Oh! Please...gently, ow! please!\" she whimpered.

\"Quiet Mrs. Carter\" growled Frank, pulling them a little harder into cones as he spoke. \"I'm visually confirming nothing is hidden here.\"

Once released, her nipples each had a tiny, white droplet on the tip.

'I'm going to enjoy this mommy-bitch' thought Frank excitedly. He knew they would never release her.

Moving on, it was time to check her panties.

\"Turn around and bend over, placing your hands on the wall. I will do a quick check of your undergarments, as well as a brief cavity search.\"

\"I...oh...I....okay, please hurry.\"

Turning around, Jennifer bent over with her hands on the wall. Her heavy breasts dangled down enticingly, nipples smarting from his rough manhandling. Spreading her legs shoulder width apart, she waited with her eyes closed, escaping in her mind somewhere else. 'Do what he says and it will be over' she thought, as he kicked her legs wider.

Not removing her panties but letting her leave them on, he reached into them and ran his hand over her ass, dipping them in between the cheeks briefly. His glove felt weird to her, and continuing down her perineum, his fingers and palm rubbed the entire length of her pussy. The feeling of the latex on her labia caused her to treacherously begin to moisten.

Without warning two of his fingers slid up into her cunt, worming their way around, feeling for a bag or any other item she might be smuggling. Her knees slightly caved in, and she moaned quietly under her breath. Why did he have to use two fingers? Her breath caught as he started to make a scissoring motion.

\"Uh...is....is everything all clear? ..ugh! Surely that's enough!\" A little of Jennifer's fire started to return under the rough treatment, her tight little pussy tube squeezing his fingers involuntarily.

\"Well,\" Frank said, looking thoughtful as he twisted his fingers (\"ngh!\"), \"it looks like I can't find anything here. Now the back passage\"

In one motion, he slid his fingers from her pulsing cunt, and unceremoniously shoved his middle finger up her bum! Her tits shuddered from the forceful penetration.

\"Gah!\" A clear droplet of her juice ran down her inner thigh from her pussy, as it tried to grip the fingers that weren't there, her fingernails clawing at the wall.

To make up for not using two fingers in her ass, Frank twisted and probed with a little more force while she grunted. Satisfied her ass was empty, he pulled his finger out and ripped off his gloves, dropping them in the garbage.

\"Well done Mrs. Carter, you can stand up now\" She turned to face him.

\"So am I free to go?\" her voice was tremulous, on the verge of tears, not sure whether to scream or cry.

\"There is one final test, Mrs. Carter, and then you can continue on to your flight\" Frank stated nonchalantly, pressing another button on the table. As Jennifer fixed her panties, an elderly man in a lab coat came through the far door.

\"This is Doctor Peters, part of our TSA staff.\" If she could have blushed any more, she would have. Why did this man keep bringing in people while she was undressed!?

\"Unfortunately we have caught women in the past who have concealed substances within their breasts.\" drawled Frank, letting the words sink in. \"The best way we've found to combat this is to utilize a form of specialized mammography. Don't worry, I'm told it's a gentle process.\"

\"....a mammogram?\" she asked incredulously. \"Are you serious? You want to give me a mammogram?\" Jennifer started nervously laughing in spite of herself, amazed at the ludicrousness of it all. It would be funnier if she wasn't trapped here.

\"And this is the last test? I can go after this?\"

\"Absolutely, provided nothing is found again.\" Nodding to the two guards by the door, one approached and collected her garments from the table, and left the room with them. The other stood by Jennifer's side. \"Please follow the doctor next door to the lab. Your clothing will be returned to you at the conclusion of the test.\" In reality, they were on their way to the incinerator.

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The burly guard led Jennifer by the arm as they followed the doctor through the intimidating steel door, her shuffling along awkwardly in nothing but her pink panties. She guessed it wouldn't serve a purpose to put her blouse back on for the mammogram, but they could have at least given her back her jeans... Frank had opted not to go with her, instead returning to his office. He had some arrangements to make.

She cursed her luck as her bare chest bobbled as they walked, aching slightly from no longer being supported. Why the hell did all those alarms go off, and why did that dog think she had drugs? She was also seriously pissed, they kept surprising her with additional 'tests and procedures' without warning. Could they really detain her indefinitely if she didn't cooperate? Forcefully interrogate her? She didn't want to find out, after this final test she would get the hell out and never fly again.

She wondered if her husband and infant son were still waiting for her. Of course they were...though by now they had long missed their flight. Thinking of them gave her the resolve to keep going and get out of here.

Her eyes widened slightly as they entered the next room. It was a miniature laboratory, with a few chairs, a desk, and testing equipment on a counter along the walls. In one corner of the room was a door labeled STORAGE, and in the other a large mammography machine. In the center of the room was a gynecological chair.

\"Don't worry\" chuckled the doctor, indicating the mammography machine. \"We are only using that machine over there.\"

The guard marched her over by her arm in front of the machine, and the doctor started to fit her in. \"I'm told it's slightly uncomfortable, but nothing too serious\" he said, something off in his eyes as he spoke. He gently hefted her left breast onto the metal plate in front of her, then the right. \"The machine tests both breasts at once for anything internal that shouldn't be there, just like during a cancer screening. Just relax and it will be over before you know it.\"

\"Sure Doctor, whatever. Please just get this over with.\" Jennifer spoke with a hint of hope in her voice, wanting to be free of this place.

\"Of course, Mrs. Carter. Please wait right there.\" 'Your udders will be getting what they deserve shortly' he thought to himself. Dimming the lights, the doctor stood at the computer terminal nearby.

\"The machine takes a moment to initialize - please relax.\"

With the whir of a motor, the machine came to life. The hydraulic arm piston began to slowly lower the top steel plate, until it rests just barely touching the tops of her slightly pancaked boobs. Jennifer nervously glanced at the doctor. \"Machine checks are green, we will now begin stage one.\"

'Seems like a whole lot of fanfare for just a couple of breast x-rays' though Jennifer. Little did she know there would be no x-rays involved.

Initiating stage one, the machine compressed the top plate down further, until her tits started to ache slightly. \"Ow, that hurts a bit Doctor!\" she calls out, as the plate stops its descent.

\"Don't worry Mrs. Carter, that's as far as it needs to go!\" the doctor says.

Jennifer wiggled uncomfortably, wanting to pull her breasts out. It wasn't really painful though, just very unpleasant.

\"Oh that's really not comfortable doctor!\" she calls out, but wills herself to stay put. She could hear the doctor typing, probably recording the data he was getting from her test she guessed. She was just about to tell the doctor she really couldn't take anymore.

\"How's it look doctor, can I get out of here now?\"

The doctor doesn't even look up at her, peering down his glasses at the screen. \"Oh heavens no, we are not done yet. Beginning stage two.\"

Looking at him quizzically, before she can even protest, the hydraulic piston again comes to life, this time with a vengeance. Over 300 pounds of pressure are suddenly and forcefully applied to her unsuspecting fucksacks, smashing her breast meat flat.

\"AH! OHHHh ohhh ow ow ow God!!!\" Jennifer starts howling, unable to process the pain in her milk-filled mammaries. A leaky stream of milk starts dripping from her nipples to the floor, her motherly cream being forced out by the piston.

Jennifer grabs and claws at the machine, trying to pull away and get free. All she succeeds in doing is putting additional stress on her breasts, yanking at them desperately.

\"Doctor, doctor let me out! Ohhhh GOD let me out! Ahh! Ahh!!!\"

\"Apologies Mrs. Carter (Ahh!) but the breast tissue must be as flat as possible for a proper (ohhhhh) reading.\"

\"You have got to be fucking kidding me! You're crushing my breasts!!!!\" She is trying her best to pull herself out from between the crushing plates.

\"Testing your breasts, my dear!\" the doctor happily corrects her. \"Beginning stage 3.\"

Not knowing what to expect, Jennifer watches in horror as the doctor types on his keyboard. Suddenly her world lit up in further breast pain as low voltage starts to pass between the sandwiching plates.

\"Ohh, why why? WHY? STOP\"

\"Shhh calm down Mrs. Carter. This machine uses an electric current to check breast density and look for any foreign objects. Right now it's just running low voltage.\"

'Just low voltage' was a nightmare for Jennifer. Her funbags were full of milk, which efficiently conducted the current through her milk ducts straight to her mammary glands. While the current wasn't particularly strong, yet, the longer it went on the more tenderized her titties became.

Of course, the immense pressure from the plates wasn't doing her any favors either.

With tears rolling down her cheeks, Jennifer groaned in misery as the machine continued on for a full 2 minutes, very aware this could not just be a 'test'. She had to escape somehow. Suddenly, the machine switched to high voltage, frying her aching fatsacks with a deep, penetrating current. The electricity viciously traveled through her ducts, hurting her deeply in a way she didn't realize was possible.

Screaming incoherently, the doctor walked up behind Jennifer and stuffed a ball gag in her mouth, buckling it tightly. Jennifer scratched at the doctor's face, and desperately struggled against the machine. The burly security guard ran forward, and quickly cuffed her wrists together behind her back. There was no need for further restraint, her tits wouldn't let her go anywhere.

30 seconds later, the electric current again switch to a low voltage. He allowed her to sob hysterically into her gag for a while, then the doctor spoke over her noise. \"The true testing takes place during the high voltages, but to prevent damage we only apply this for 30 seconds at a time. You have 2 minutes before the next cycle. Well you did anyway, it's about up now. 3...2...1.\"

Again the high voltage slammed into her crushed milkbags, painting her chest with a lacquer of pain. It was all Jennifer could do just to keep breathing, her eyes rolling back into her head as she struggled to remain conscious. Who knows what these people would do to her if she wasn't even awake.

Groaning, crying, screaming, and utterly helpless, Jennifer's test ran its full course over a period of two hours. Eventually her legs had given out and she was left hanging limply from the machine by her pancaked boobs, her knees swaying above the floor.

The doctor, of course, had better things to do, and so had left some time ago, leaving Jennifer alone with the guard. Returning with a coffee in hand, he finally walked towards the computer, and glanced at the results. \"Congratulations Mrs. Carter, your testing is complete.\" With that he hit a key, and the machine suddenly released Jennifer. She collapsed to the floor in a heap, devoid of energy and hands still cuffed behind her back.

Her breasts were extremely swollen and red, milk still dripping from the nipples. They looked like they would burst if touched - that's why it hurt so badly when the guard reach down and hauled her upright by them, his fingers deeply sinking into the suffering breastflesh. Yanking her forcefully to her wobbly legs, she listened to the doctor through half lidded eyes, her tears long since dried up.

\"The computer needs a few hours to process the results. In the meantime, I understand that security will hold you here.\"

The guard reached up and grabbed her disheveled blonde hair in a tight grip, forcing her head back as he snarled at her. \"Your assault on the doctor was not unnoticed. You will remain restrained pending the results, and I have no doubt the doctor will press charges.\"

\"No, no,\" the doctor held up his hand. \"Charges will not be pressed, I could never bring myself to do that to a lady. It is probably best she remain restrained though, for the safety of our personnel.\"

Unable to believe her ears, and still unable to speak through her gag, Jennifer wondered what would happen to her as she was hauled away to the door marked 'STORAGE.'

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The storage room was just that - a dark, dusty room filled with boxes and dirt. A single incandescent light hung down from the ceiling, revealing in a darkly lit corner a small cage.

Jennifer was thrown into that cage, crashing tits first into the bars and then landing on her side. She simply curled up into a ball, trying to get some warmth in the freezing room, and thought about home. Time passed, and she eventually fell into a fitful sleep on the floor.

Though they had told her it would take a few hours for her results, the next time Jennifer saw someone was the next morning. In the early hours, Frank, the head of TSA, entered the room with Mike, another TSA security guard. Jennifer was sitting up leaning against the cage, angrily glaring at him, her wrists still cuffed behind her. Her tender breasts, so red and swollen yesterday, were recovering nicely, however they still ached terribly.

Crouching down, Frank took aim and squeezed a few shots of water from the spray bottle he had brought with him. Her nipples instantly took on an aching stiffness as they became wet, the freezing air puckering them into glass-cutting hardness. She kicked dust at him and yelled something muffled.

\"Might want to watch your attitude a bit. I'm told you assaulted our doctor.\" Frank began speaking.

More incoherent yelling and glaring. He loved defiant eyes in women. It made it so much more fun to break them.

\"I have good and bad news for you. The good news is, your mammography tests have processed and it's determined those fat tits of yours are not smuggling contraband.\" Jennifer winced at his crass language. She really was in over her head. She wondered what had happened to her family.

\"The bad news is after a review of yesterday's procedures, it's been determined your cavity search was not thorough enough. There is a strong likelihood you are still hiding something up that filthy cunt, so we will again be visiting the lab today. If you are found to be clean, you will be released.\"

Jennifer closed her eyes in distress. She did not believe him. She knew they would find a reason to not release her, she didn't know why they even bothered with this charade. It was obvious after yesterday's 'tests' this was not about security.

She was jolted from her reverie by more water squirting onto her nipples. \"No daydreaming, princess. We're leaving now. I suggest you don't struggle against security, if you know what's good for you.\"

Nodding at Mike, the bulky security guard unlocked her cage and stepped towards her. Grabbing her by her hair and arm, he hauled her to her feet and half walked, half dragged her back to the lab, her head painfully pulled back by her blonde roots.

This time she was thrown onto the gynecology chair, and though she kicked at them, Mike wrestled her legs into the knee stirrups and strapped her down. Her wrist cuffs were removed, but it didn't really matter as her arms were pulled up over her head and strapped down to the chair as well. A waist belt was also applied, pulled extremely tight to help prevent struggling, the muscles in Mike's arms flexing powerfully as he worked. Smiling, Frank removed her ball gag and she spit at him.

\"Screw you people. You have no right to be doing this to me!\"

*SLAP

Frank slapped her hard across the face, her head neatly snapping to the left, her eyes instantly welling up. She had never been struck by a man before. \"We have every right. You have none. You are a suspected criminal, who has given us nothing but resistance. Now shut your whore mouth or I will gag you again.\"

The corner of her mouth slightly bloodied, she glared at him, but otherwise kept silent.

\"As this is not a medical procedure but rather one of security, the presence of the doctor is not required. Since I handled your cavity search yesterday I am partly to blame for any inadequacies in its thoroughness - for that reason I will remain here. This man will conduct the actual search. Mike, if you please, the gloves are in the far drawer.\"

Jennifer was not happy with this news. The burly security guard would be probing her? She recognized him from the terminal. She eyed him fearfully, her eyes drawn to his large hands as he ominously donned a pair of white latex gloves. While she watched Mike with alarm in her eyes, Frank worked the controls of the chair, its electric motors whirring to life.

First her arms were pulled up and straight back, while her back rest was inflated thrusting her mouth-watering melons to greater prominence. This also had the effect of tilting her head back. Smiling, he paused a moment to slap her left boob forcefully, enjoying her little gasp as it wobbled back and forth. It was still tender from the doctor's gentle ministrations. Frank wondered if she was feeling full yet, having not been able to breastfeed her baby for some time now.

Continuing, he operated the leg controls to raise her stirrups back, pulling her knees down and up towards her armpits. She could feel her pussy opening up beneath her panties, and moaned as the strain in her hips increased. Not quite satisfied, Frank spread her legs further.

\"A bit more bitch. You can handle it.\"

\"Ohhh ouch ouch ouch\" she moaned.

Pleased with her spread, Frank locked her in place, her body on nice display.

\"You know, I think you've been allowed to keep your panties for quite long enough. Mike, will you do the honors?\" Mike pulled up a stool between her legs and leaned in.

The last remnants of Jennifer's modesty were stripped away as Mike cut her panties off with a pair of scissors. As her blonde pubic hair came into view, Mike tut tutted and turned to Frank, tugging lightly on the hair as Jennifer squirmed in embarrassment. \"This really should be removed Frank, it's nothing but a visual impairment for our search.\"

\"Right you are. A woman looks better smooth anyway.\"

Going to the drawer, Frank brought Mike a razor, shaving cream, a hot washcloth, and some aftershave.

*Splat

Mike slapped the hot wet washcloth over her pussy and held it there for a moment, then rubbed back and forth a bit. It actually felt good to Jennifer, and she involuntarily wiggled her hips ever so slightly. Seeing this, Frank reached up and pinched her nipples hard. \"This isn't a pleasure cruise for you whore. Cut that out.\"

Lathering up her pubes with the shaving cream, Mike made short work of her bush, leaving her girly cleft soft and smooth. He pulled her sexlips left and right, manipulating them to get the best angle while shaving her. During this he lightly nicked her right labia.

*gasp \"ohh ouch you nicked me!\"

Frank, still pinching her nipples even though she had long ago stopped wiggling her hips, dug in his fingernails. \"ahh!\"

\"You'll live, Mrs. Carter. Stop your bitching and let the man work!\"

\"I'm sorry! Please...not so hard.\" Frank ignored her.

Finally done shaving her, Mike poured some aftershave on his gloved hand and slapped it down squarely on her trembling quim.

*SPLAT

\"AhhhH! MmMMM that stings! Ohhhhhh ohhhhh ow ow ow.\" Her hips wiggled to no avail, the waist belt pinning her down as she squirmed. Mikes fingers surrounded her labia, his middle finger splitting the lips down the middle and thoroughly rubbing in the burning astringent.

Satisfied with her cleaned up appearance, Frank gave her nipples a final twist and released them. \"Well, that takes care of that. I trust you can proceed now, Mike?\"

\"Sure thing boss. Alright Mrs. Carter,\" Jennifer didn't know why they bothered being polite with her anymore. Probably just mocking her. \"First thing, we need to loosen you up a bit. Women have been known to smuggle contraband deep in the vagina, sometimes even the womb itself. This will be a thorough search of your person. The best thing you can do is relax.\"

Jennifer whimpered \"Please, just let me go. I don't have anything on me, you just want to hurt me.\"

\"Nonsense, Mrs. Carter\" said Frank, as Mike poured lube on his hands. \"If you are found to be clean, we will of course release you.\"

Before Frank had even finished speaking, Mike had suddenly pushed one of his fat fingers into her pussy. Jennifer couldn't believe it, his one finger felt as thick as the two fingers Frank had shoved up her yesterday. He started slowly fingerfucking her, her tight cunt starting to stretch slowly open.

\"Mm you bastard.\" she moaned, holding her head up to look at Mike angrily.

\"ugh...oh!\"

Working her harder, Mike had deftly slipped in a second finger, her sex tube opening further to welcome the invader. Frank eyed her sex as it quietly squelched its protest, thinking how \"little mommy-bitch here has no idea what's coming to her.\"

After 2 minutes of fingering, Mike inserted his third finger, now roughly banging her with his hand. It was tiring work, but even worse for Jennifer. She grunted and groaned, and despite the stretching pain was becoming aroused. It would not last.

The three fingers worked back and forth, flexing and stretching, entering at different angles, anything Mike could do to help loosen her up. Pulling his hand free, he slapped his open palm loudly on her sex, then pushed in two fingers from each hand.

\"Nngh! What are you doing?! Nnnngh that's too much! Sto...stop!\"

Pulling and prying with his fingers, Mike pulled apart as hard as he could, the veins visible in his arms. Her delicate pink interior gaped up at him, but he continued to pry and pull. This pussy was going to suffer, of that he was determined. If she had managed to squeeze that baby out of her, then she could open up for him too.

\"So far looking good Mrs. Carter!\" grunted Mike as he worked. \"We still have some ways to go though, just hang tight.\" He chuckled at his own joke.

She definitely felt tight, her pussy clamping down on his fingers despite it stretching wider and wider. As he held her open, Frank leaned over, shining his penlight up her cunt tube, ostensibly searching for contraband. \"Continue Mike, she could still be hiding something.\"

With that, Mike withdrew his left hand, and abruptly shoved the four fingers of his right hand up into her pussy. Her sex lips, blanched white from the strain, had a death grip on him as she howled. Tucking in his thumb, he really started pushing hard, back and forth, slowly working his hand into her cunt millimeter by millimeter.

\"Ohhh you bastard! YOU BASTARD STOP stop NNNGGHH!\" Mike twisted his hand viciously, as another quarter inch sank into her. His fat knuckles were pushing past her delicate gates, battering her open for his use.

Suddenly with a smooth motion, his entire hand sunk into her, and Jennifer gasped loudly, banging her head on the chair, the tears running from her eyes into her hair.

\"Oh there we go Mrs. Carter! Now we can do a proper search, just keep breathing!\" The last time Jennifer's pussy hurt this badly, she was giving birth to her son. This seemed even worse somehow, the perverseness of it, and the suddenness with which she was stretched to near capacity. It was going to get worse.

\"Please...*gasp..ugh....it's empty right? Ohhh let me go, it's empty right?!\"

\"I don't know whore, it seems pretty full to me!\" chuckled Frank, peering at her stomach to see if he could make out Mike's hand.

Mike's hand felt a bit smashed in her tight hot confines, so he decided to make more room. He started curling his fingers in to make a fist, and as his nails scrapped against her delicate insides her toes curled as she spasmed, fully restrained and unable to stop him. His fist felt so huge as it flexed and grew in girth within her, the stretching sensation shooting up into her brain as her knees shook within their restraint.

The fist finally formed, and Jennifer was a total mess. Her tears flowing down her face, eyes tightly shut, she lay there groaning as Mike flexed his entire arm side to side as well as in and out, working her protesting hole. A thin stream of her juice mixed with the lube on his hand flowed from her pussy down her ass, and a slight bump could be seen in her stomach where the fist slowly moved.

Convinced her sex was ruined, Jennifer heard Frank moving around as Mike fisted her. Frank had started opening cabinets looking for a particular item, but before she could think about it too much Mike had suddenly pulled his hand from her pussy with a *POP

Moaning, she looked up just in time to see him pull back and punch forward with all his strength, her pussy being brutally pounded back open before it had a chance to close. Traveling all the way up her fucktube in less than a second, he punched her straight in her cervix.

\"*NGHHH!! AHHHHH\" Jennifer started screaming loudly, thrashing like a banshee. The pain in her cervix radiated upward into her very core, and her pussy had a death grip on Mike's arm. She got so loud that Frank rushed over, with a new bottle of something in his hand. He shoved her torn panties past her pink lips and into her mouth, and taped them in with surgical tape, wrapping it around her head three times. Jennifer breathed through her nose loudly and pitifully, convinced she had been torn apart.

Punching up into her again, Mike ground his big fist up against her cervix, looking into her face as he pulverized the mouth of her womb. The belt around her waist squeezed down on her tightly, which caused his big fist to hurt her even more as it repeatedly squeezed by. He smiled sadistically, then tried to lift her up off the chair with his fist. Of course, being strapped down, she went nowhere.

Frank began to fill her in on the bottle he had brought over, as if this was a normal procedure, as Mike continued to punish her delicate love nook, trying new angles of entry. She wetly squelched as lewd sounds emanated from between her legs, the throbbing never abating.

\"While it appears you are not physically hiding anything at the moment, you may have been able to hide whatever it was when we left you overnight. This specially formulated solution is designed to change colors when it comes into contact with residual traces of common illegal substances. Though it appears clear now, it will turn to a light orange.\" Jennifer wasn't even listening. She stopped caring at about the time her womb got punched, her mind wholly devoted to coping with her current distress.

Once again, Mike pulled his hand from her pussy with a loud POP! This time he kept his hand in a fist as he pulled it from her, her lips stretching paper thin. As she gaped, her labia twitching in some sort of sexual PTSD, Frank poured the bottle contents onto Mike's gloved hand.

Unfortunately for Jennifer, Frank had lied completely about the substance. It would not change colors. It wasn't even for detecting residue. It was simply the same bottle of burning aftershave they had used earlier when shaving her.

Lining up his soaking fist with her suffering fucktube, Mike extended his middle finger. Then, pulling back, he once again punched into her with all his might.

Jennifer knew immediately there was a problem. In one moment, she was doing her best to deal with the after effects of her brutal fisting, the next she feels the same fist return, stretching her achingly wide. Only this time it burned, oh how it burned! Before she could even process the feelings, his fist continued its upward trajectory until his middle finger jammed into her cervix, completely plugging her womb as it sank to the knuckle!

\"Well done Mrs. Carter\" Mike said as she jerked and screamed on the chair, her voice muffled by her gag. He twisted his fist 90 degrees then back again, working the caustic solution deep into all her nooks and crannies. Her womb burned as his middle finger deposited the burning chemical, and the entire soft, pink lining of her pussy screamed at her.

Pulling his hand out again, he applied another liberal dose from the bottle, and punched up into her. It looked like the tendons in her thighs would snap, so hard did she struggle to close her legs. She groaned loudly, even through the gag, and he twisted and flexed his middle finger deep within her. Hooking his finger down, he pulled back on her cervix, stretching her uterus unnaturally downward, in a tug of war as he seemingly tried to pull her womb from her body.

\"It hasn't change color yet, Mrs. Carter, that's a good sign.\" Frank stated as Mike alternated back and forth between pulling on her cervix and grinding his fist forwards. Pull. Grind. Pull. Grind. \"We'll give it some time to take effect.\"

Mike worked her tired pussy for a good solid 20 minutes, her voice having long gone hoarse from yelling into her gag. Sometimes he would pull his hand out and spank her sharply on her cunt. Other times he would slow down, and just let her adjust to his big fist before forcefully working her again. Finally, Mike pulled his fist from her gaping twat for the last time, and pinched her clit affectionately.

\"That's really great news, it looks like you are innocent.\" He smiled.

\"Not so fast there Mike, we haven't even done a simple urine test. Here, use this on her.\"

Jennifer eyed them with half-lidded eyes, in a haze from her ordeal. They coated a catheter with the burning solution and started to feed it up her too-small peehole. Since it was too large, they abandoned the attempt and instead started to work on stretching her peehole with urethral sounds of ever-increasing size.

Ever the optimist, Mike began with a 5mm sound, which painfully slid up where no insertion should ever be made. Twisting the sound back and forth, he pulls it out and inserts a 6mm. Spending a few minutes on each size, Jennifer squirmed as each sound is pushed in until finally a 10mm sound was wreaking havoc on her.

Pulling the 10mm sound out quickly, Mike shoved the lubricated large catheter tube quickly up inside her, until her urine started to flow into the bag. Letting her empty herself, he savagely pulled the entire tube from her with one yank as she squealed into her panties.

*SPLAT

Grinning, he gave her entire pussy another savage spank. What a good cunt.

Lubricating his fist up again, he again pushed into her protesting quim for another round of stretching. Frank took her bag of pee and went to find the doctor so he could test it. As he walked out of the room, he heard Jennifer's muffled pleas as she did her best to beg Mike to leave her alone. A resounding, repeating slapping sound followed, Mike having pulled his fist from her to pussy spank her in earnest.

\"Don't\" *SPLAT \"Ever\" SPLAT \"Ask me\" SPLAT \"to stop!\" SPLAT SPLAT SPLAT

Frank smiled and closed the door behind him.

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Jennifer lay in her cage in the storage room, still nude. Her 'cavity search' had been 48 hours ago. She had been largely left alone since then, a man entering to bring her food and water and a waste bucket periodically. He totally ignored her and her questions, and left her sitting in the dark, turning the lights off. Her pussy eventually stopped throbbing, and finally began to gape a little less and less. Her boobs, however, ached horribly, not having been expressed of milk. They were engorged and heavy, and you could just make out light blue veins beneath the surface of her alabaster skin. The pressure must be enormous.

Finally Frank came to visit her again.

\"Are you going to let me go now?\" she asked. \"You can't keep me here forever! God damn it!\" she started crying again.

\"Mrs. Carter, we have finished our urine test processing\" said Frank, as if it wasn't common knowledge such tests took minutes to conduct, not days. \"While all our tests up to this point came back negative, your urine test is what finally did you in. We've caught you, bitch.\"

Looking at the TSA agent wide-eyed, Jennifer said nothing.

\"Smart of you to finally learn to be quiet. We found residual traces of cocaine in your urine\" lied Frank. They hadn't even actually tested her urine, but filled out the paperwork as if they had. \"It looks like you've been on some nasty stuff - a very specific formula sold by terrorists to fund weapons purchases. They are the only known seller of this stuff.\"

\"It's not true! You are framing me! Let me go! You did so many horrible things to me already, just let me go, please I -\"

\"Shut up! SHUT YOUR WHORE MOUTH.\" Frank screamed at her, pointing his taser at her, making Jennifer shrink in the corner and whimper. Frank cleared his throat. \"As I was saying...it seems a bit absurd, you don't look like you're strung out on cocaine after all.\"

Jennifer looked up hopefully.

\"Which means you could be a new user, or a smuggler for these groups. Either way, you are officially under arrest.\" Her heart fell, all hope of going free dashed. Daring to speak again, she asked \"What does that mean? What happens next?\"

\"In a few moments, you will be transported to a specialized maximum security prison for female terrorists, pending an official investigation and your subsequent trial. We take terrorism very seriously these days, and prefer to err on the side of caution. You will not be permitted a phone call, or any sort of contact with the outside world.\" Frank stated.

\"We had escorted your husband and child free of charge to their destination while you were undergoing processing. I have notified him of your arrest. His...graphic language makes me wonder as to his involvement in your crimes. We shall see if he persists in being bothersome.\"

Dropping all pretense, Frank leaned in close and whispered to Jennifer. \"Of course, you will be found guilty in a month's time and your conviction made public record, without any trial actually taking place. Don't worry, it will have taken place on paper though. The jury unanimously found you guilty of aiding terrorists. A life sentence.\"

Screaming in rage, Jennifer jumped up and grabbed at Frank through the bars, but he easily stepped back. \"Careful woman. I hold your life in my hands right now.\"

\"I'll escape somehow! I will! Fuck you!\"

\"Is that right? Well then, we'll have to use extra precautions when securing you for travel then.\" Pulling his taser out, he shot her, landing a hit on her left breast, instantly sending 50,000 volts into her. She fell over, clutching at her breast and twitching.

\"Goodbye mommy-bitch. I did enjoy our time together. Perhaps I will come and visit you in prison, who knows.\"

Turning his back on her, Frank opened the door to let in the 5 guards who promptly rushed into her cage. Holding her down, a rag was shoved into her mouth, followed by a tightly buckled ball gag. A black eye mask was secured on her head, subjecting her to total darkness. She was rolled over onto her front, squashing her heavy milk-laden breasts into the dusty concrete floor as one man sat on her shoulders. Quickly he cuffed her wrists behind her, as well as her elbows together.

Pulling her up by her hair, she wobbles on shaky feet as one guard pulls back and punches her in her stomach, knocking the wind from her. The grip on her hair prevents her from crumpling, and as she is wheezing through her nose she is forced into a bright orange jumpsuit. Gripping her tightly, the five men escort her out of the building, to the black windowless van awaiting her.

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Throwing the van doors open, Jennifer is thrown into the empty cargo area, being caught by the 2 guards in the back waiting to pick her up. The doors are promptly closed, and the van immediately begins driving. They rip her orange jumpsuit from her body, prepping her for her travel attire. She kicks at them, so they quickly shackle her ankles to two eyebolts in the cold diamond plate metal floor, forcing her to spread her legs extremely wide, her ass dropping down towards the floor. Black, strapped heels are forced onto her feet, giving her calves some extra definition.

One guard holds her still from behind as the other helps her get properly dressed. Leaving her cuffs, eye mask, and gag on, he first cinches a black belt tightly around her waist. Taking a large, vibrating black dildo with an eyebolt at the base, he quickly pushes it into her fear-tightened cunt. Jennifer squeals as the 2 inch wide ribbed toy sinks deeply up her sore tube, still healing from her recent 'cavity search,' until just the eyebolt is barely visible. A thin strap is run from the front of her waist belt to the back, passing between her legs through the vibrator's eyebolt, holding it in place and wedging it tightly against her cervix. The strap is tightened until you can barely see it passing through her cuntlips. Truly a pussy splitter, her breath hitches as it kicks into life.

Her arms and wrists are uncuffed and wrestled above her head, and she is leant forwards until her heavy mammaries hang down towards the floor. Her wrists are shackled to anchors mounted on the wall, and this combined with her widely spread legs prevents her from changing into a more comfortable position.

Putting on the final touches, the guard picks up her discarded handcuffs, a small length of chain running between them. He grabs one breast tightly around the base and pulls down hard, ballooning the reddening boob. With the other hand he tightens one cuff around the base, squeezing it closed as hard as he is able. Releasing her tit, he repeats the process on the other, leaving Jennifer with two throbbing, dark red breasts, connected by a short chain.

\"Hey man, the doc said to be careful with her tits. I guess she needs to be milked as soon as possible.\"

\"Whatever. Let medical figure it out once she's processed. She'll be alright\"

Ignoring the warning, he picks up a heavy 80 pound cylindrical weight with a hook on it. Maneuvering it between her hanging udders, he hooks it to the chain joining her two breast cuffs and lets go. Immediately Jennifer's back arches painfully, as her tits are pulled down towards the floor, stretching from her chest wall. Before she knows what is happening, a second 80 pound weight joins the first, raising the total load on her chest to 160 pounds! Jennifer's eyes bulged under her eye mask, a constant groan emanating from her gagged throat.

\"What do you think she weighs man, 130 pounds? That's got to hurt.\"

\"It's what she deserves. This bitch is a terrorist. You've got a three hour drive ahead of you bitch. You hear me? You're in for one hell of a roadtrip.\"

Her throttled globes are turning a deep red, almost purple, as they are strangled by the weight. Milk droplets start forming at her nipples, so the guard takes the bulldog binder clips off her paperwork and deftly clips them to her teats. The milk-engorged bosom swells under the pressure, and the punishing weights lightly clank and sway with the van as it bounces down the road, the hard pulling and stretching overwhelming her brain. As the ribbed vibrator hummed away merrily inside her, tears started to flow around her eye mask to drip off her chin. If this was how it was to be transported, what would the actual prison be like?

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