Held captive at the Border

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Held captive at the BorderMy work as a Journalist took me to Upper and Lower Slobovia and as everyone knows it is not wise for a single young western woman to enter Lower Slobovia. It is well documented that the men of Lower Slobovia are a horny bunch and always on the hunt for a pretty young girl. I of course figured that as a Journalist I would be safe, they would not dare do anything to me because I was too important, or so I thought. Was I naive, yes, was I dumb, no, was I asking for it, some would say yes.It all started the day I arrived at the Border crossing into Lower Slobovia. I was driving a rental car with no air conditioning and it was unusually hot so I was wearing a revealing short summer dress to try and stay cool but it caught the attention of one of the Border Guards. I was instructed to park the car and come into the station to check my Passport and Visa. I didn’t think there would be any issue but then I saw two more guards bringing in all my belongings and briefcase then started to go through it all. Some words were exchanged between them which I did not understand and the next thing I knew I was being escorted down a hall to a detention room. I was left in there for some time until the three guards who had gone through my luggage came in and in broken English began accusing me of breaking all kinds of import laws. They were saying things to really scare me and I began to cry, at that point a senior official came in and told the others to leave. This man introduced himself as Peterov but said I could call him Peter for short, he didn’t look like someone from Lower Slobovia and didn’t have the accent, he explained that he was originally from the Netherlands. He went on to explain that some of the items that I was bringing into the country were actually considered contraband, and they have heavy penalties for them. I immediately started to apologize and beg forgiveness but he said the law is the law and there was nothing he could do. Again I broke down crying, begging for some other way to avoid jail time. Peter sat there rubbing his chin and then said, let me talk to my superiors and see if there is some other form of punishment that could be administered, with that he got up and left.The word punishment rang in my ears as I sat there alone in the stark room; I wondered what he meant by punishment. As I looked down at my short skirt and my bare legs I suddenly started to feel very vulnerable. I sat there for about an hour when Peter came back into the room and placed before me a confession to sign. He pointed out to me that if I signed the document and accepted the conditions of the punishment I would probably be released in two days but if I chose to go through the court system it could take up to a month and the result could actually be worse. I figured I had no choice but to sign the document and he agreed with me but I was stunned by the contents of the confession. I was to be punished by Peter plus the three guards and the method would be ankara escort whipping while restrained over the punishment table. The confession only got worse as it described that I would be whipped ten times over the next couple of days using an array of whips and belts. It also stated that since I had no rights my person could be and probably would be violated by these men multiple times. I was in shock as I continued to read the graphic details of what I was about to be subjected to, but seeing no other solution and with a quivering hand, I signed the document. Peter’s expression changed little as I turned the signed document back towards him; he just stood and asked me to follow him to the punishment room.The room was down in the basement and at the far end, well away from the rest of the offices and workers. He opened the heavy insulated door revealing a very large room with a couple of different pieces of furniture, if you could call them that. They were obviously designed to secure a young woman like myself in a position to give the best access to her most private parts. The other odd feature of the room was that the one wall was all mirrors. Peter instructed me to remove all my clothing as I would not need it for the next couple of days and to climb up on the one whipping table so he could prepare me for the first guard. The table had an upwards bend in the middle to lift my bottom up higher, a rigid support to hold my head at a precise position and the sections for my legs held them wide apart exposing me fully. After he had finished restraining me he left the room and in a few minutes the first guard appeared. He said nothing but merely walked over to the rack holding all the punishment instruments and picking out a long horse whip, positioned himself to my left and facing the mirror. I sensed that it must be a one way mirror and there must be people on the other side watching the proceedings because I could hear them talking. As if on cue he lifted the whip well up and brought it down with great f0rce. Instantly he did it again striking me across the middle part of my bottom, before I could react the whip struck again and I finally managed to moan in pain. The guard picked his targets with great accuracy from years of practice as he focused the whip on the tender insides of my thighs. Oh gawd the searing pain on that tender flesh was unbearable as I begged and pleaded for him to show mercy. The guard suddenly stopped and put the whip back on the rack, I figured he would release me but instead he dropped his trousers stepped in between my legs plunging his erect cock deep into my pussy. I was surprised as to how easily his thick long cock slid deep into my belly then realized that my pussy was betraying me by being fully aroused and lubricated just waiting for some hard cock to fill her up. He made a quick comment about the bitch being wet from the whipping but it did not take more than a few strokes for him to pump a mess of cum up inside me.Peter ankara escort bayan came back in to release me and take me back to my cell, the two had a whispered conversation which I could not make out but Peter just nodded and agreed with whatever the other had said. Peter said nothing to me as he lead me back to my cell, I was anticipating some information but he told me nothing. I lay on my side on the simple bed and could feel the guards cum dripping out of my pussy, as I reached in between my whipped thighs to stroke my pussy I could feel my own slippery fluids leaking out of a very aroused pussy, gawd I thought to myself what is wrong with you.I was awoken a short time later to be taken back to the punishment room, same apparatus and procedure but this time Peter was clipping a small object directly to my clitoris. The pressure of it made my jump but then he turned it on and the most sensual vibrations started to penetrate my nervous system. The little stimulating device was flooding my whole body with the most wonderful pulsating sensations. As soon as he was finished two more guards came in and both selected heavy leather straps then took up positions on opposite sides of me. One reached in between my legs to turn the little vibrator to maximum then they alternately began whipping me with those vicious straps. The weight and impact of the heavy stiff leather made my whole body tremble and the burning heat in my flesh increased quickly. I was beginning to cry out but the little vibrating bud connected to my clitoris was sending my mind down a different path. The pain was being side tracked and converted into unimaginable pleasure, I had no control over what was happening to me compliments of this little vibrating miracle. The guards were whipping me at a furious rate when the first of my orgasms started, The little bud was f0rcing me to have almost continuous orgasms and I was powerless to do anything about it. When they finished beating me they disconnected the vibrator, then one guard stepped in between my legs to fuck my pussy while the other went to my mouth to fuck my throat. I was dizzy with exhaustion but I managed to satisfy the guard fucking my mouth ensuring that I swallowed his heavy load of creamy cum. Again Peter came back in but this time I needed to be carried back to my cell, which was no effort for the one guard as he slung my naked whipped body over his broad shoulders and took me back to my cell. The pattern continued for countless trips to the punishment room, each time it is a different combination of the guards, sometimes only one, but over and over they whip me and then fuck me however they please then haul me back to my cell.This one time back at my cell I am met by a female guard who proceeds to bathe me and put ointment on my whipped flesh. When she is finished she ties me on my back on the bed with my legs spread and lowers her face down to lick my pussy. Her expert tongue brings me to more orgasms as she works that escort ankara heavenly tongue around and in and out of my wet pussy. I moan and arch my back cumming so hard that I squirt right into her mouth. She pulls away licking her lips and with a big smile on her face she leaves my cell. Gawd I think to myself what kind of place is this and why am I so turned on being held against my will and subjected to such violations but the slick fluids dripping from my aroused pussy tell a different story. I drift off again into dream land only to be awoken again by Peter.I was beginning to accept whatever it is they want to do to me. Peter leads me back into the punishment room but this time a different apparatus is ready for me, it has me laying on my back and bent slightly backwards lifting my vulva up high. He fastens ropes to my legs spreading them wide apart then ties my hands over my head to the legs of the table. Peter is the one who is going to do the whipping this time and he explains that his favourite part of the body to whip is the pussy itself. He selects a long whip that looks like a rubber hose and is looped back on itself then positioning himself at my head he whips down the length of my body striking my clitoris between my splayed labia with just the tip of the whip. There are no words to describe the shock that shoots through my body; he strikes repeatedly as the tip sinks into the most vulnerable softest part of my body. I cannot breathe or scream or even move, rigid and frozen in position as the ass@ult continued until at long last I manage to take a deep breath and let out a long moan. Peter tells me what a lovely body I have to whip and how much he is enjoying causing me so much pain but as he tells me this I can hear the sound of the whip changing as it is getting soaked from my aroused pussy. Oh I moan, not again, she is betraying me again that dirty horny pussy. Peter sees this and decides to switch from whipping my pussy to whipping my legs but before he does he attaches that vibrating bud to my clitoris again. The sexual and pain stimulation is overwhelming my senses and short circuiting my brain as the combination of orgasms and searing pain cause me to go completely limp.I am dragged into a different room complete with a full bathroom and amenities, The female guard enters and helps me bathe then gets me dressed in my original clothes that have been washed and pressed. When I am presentable Peter enters the room and has with him the file folder from when I was first detained. He sits down and explains that I have served my sentence and will be released but first I must sign a form that states I was treated fairly and respectfully and under no circumstances can I come back and accuse them of any wrong doing. I see no other alternative but to sign the form and continue with my business, I sign it and hand it back to Peter and as he puts it in the file he calmly states that the matter is closed and my file will be sealed so no one will ever see it.Peter and I sit looking at each other; no one is saying anything so he speaks first. Well Jennifer how was it, he says. I reply that it was the best vacation of my life and I will definitely be coming back and do the extended upgrade package.

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