[ENF] Strip searched!

[asslover69]

A tale of humiliation and revenge...

STRIP SEARCHED!

Lisa’s job took her to all parts of Europe. Since taking up her new post a year ago, she must have visited the main western European countries several times. This trip however was going to be slightly different. She was about to visit Keredastan, a remote part of the former Soviet Union, and a country still stuck in the Soviet era like some bizarre time-warp. She was fully briefed to expect it to be exactly like Russia in the 1980’s, and inwardly, she wasn’t really looking forward to it, but somebody had to deliver important contract papers by hand to the Keredastan industrialists with whom her firm had recently negotiated a lucrative deal.

Keredastan had simply refused to move with the times when the Berlin wall came down, and its hardline government still followed Marxist-Leninist ideals, complete with its own version of the KG and its own propaganda machine. It was a depressing place where paranoia ruled, and ordinary people were afraid to speak their minds for fear that their own neighbours might be government informers...

Her plane landed on schedule in the capital city, Verega. Carrying only her airline hand luggage, Lisa made her way to the rather drab looking building that housed the passport control and security services. The queue of new arrivals moved slowly through the checkpoints. She noticed that everyone was being questioned to some degree - none of the ‘waving through’ that she had been used to in virtually every other country that she had visited.

The two male security officers at the passport control desk examined her passport and entry visa documents and stared intently at her. One of them whispered to his colleague and pointed to something on the papers. Lisa sensed that there was a problem.

‘Your papers are not in order, madam. You will have to accompany me’ he said brusquely.

‘But.. what do you mean..?’ she asked nervously. ‘What’s wrong with them?’

‘Please come this way’

Lisa sighed. ‘Welcome to Keredastan’, she thought...this is a great start.

‘But my papers were approved by your consulate before I left. I spoke to Mr Vladimov and he said th...’

‘Just come with me please, madam.’ interrupted the officer, more firmly this time.

Lisa sensed his growing impatience. These people weren’t used to being spoken back to, and she sensed the futility in arguing.

Just keep calm, she said to herself.

The officer took Lisa along a corridor to a windowless room where two more uniformed guards were stationed. The room was bare except for a desk, two chairs and a filing cabinet.

Lisa’s documents were handed over to the two guards who perused them closely and muttered to each other in their local dialect.

‘We will need to search your bag, madam.’ said one of the guards in fluent English.

‘Keredastan is proud of its security reputation and we need to make sure that nothing illegal is being brought into our country.’

Lisa handed her bag over and the guards proceeded to empty it. She was dreading this because she had packed a couple of her favourite sex toys in the bag.... She was going to be here for several days, and for her, that was a long time to be without the devoted attentions of her husband.

The men stared at the red dildo and the black butt plug, and stared back at Lisa.

Embarrassed, Lisa attempted to explain what they were, but before she could do so, they shouted angrily at her in Russian.

One of them then said in English: ‘These objects are not allowed in Keredastan ! You will have to be searched’.
‘Searched..? Searched....?? she said in disbelief.

‘It is the law in this country. Please remove your coat’.

‘This is ridiculous’ said Lisa ‘I demand to speak to an official from the British Embassy.’

‘You will do as you are told, madam. It is standard procedure’ replied the guard.

Lisa was by now getting anxious. Her heart was thudding, and sweat was staring to break out on her forehead. Hoping that this would be the end of it, Lisa reluctantly removed her coat. The guards searched every pocket and fold and kept glancing back at her, running their eyes up and down her body.

She could understand their interest. She stood before them wearing a smart white blouse and black skirt which stopped four inches above her knees. Lisa was proud of her shapely legs and liked to show them off in brief skirts and high heels wherever possible, but right now, she was beginning to regret her sexy appearance...

‘Please remove the rest of your clothing’

‘WHAT DID YOU SAY...?’ shouted Lisa, disbelievingly.

‘Remove the rest of your clothing. We have to search you.’ The guard said sternly.

‘You will do no such thing. This is outrageous’ she said and turned quickly on her heels to leave the room.

The second guard dashed in front of her and blocked her path.

‘Get out of my way, you fool’ screamed Lisa, pushing the guard aside.

Instinctively, he grabbed her by the arm and pulled her back.
‘LET GO OF ME! LET GO...’

‘Please do as we say, it will be easier’ the other guard said.

‘Look, if I am to be searched, I demand that it be done by a woman!’

‘I am sorry madam, we have no female officers at this time and you must be searched. It is the regulations’

This was now turning into a nightmare scenario for Lisa. These guards meant business and she realised the futility of resisting. Her heart was now pounding and her throat was dry with anxiety. She tugged to escape the guard’s firm grip but he gripped her arm more tightly.

‘I have to make a phone call. Please?’ she said, desperately, hoping that they would at least allow her this.

‘Not possible’ snapped the guard. ‘Communication outside this building is not permitted. Your garments please’

She realised the hopelessness of persisting. She was trapped.

The guards sat down and watched as Lisa was forced to stand in front of them and strip. At first, she hesitated then proceeded to nervously unbutton her blouse exposing her white bra. The guards stared at her, their eyes fixed on her jutting breasts.

She then unzipped her black skirt and stepped out of it. One of the men reached down and picked up the discarded clothes, carefully examining them.

Taking a deep breath, and avoiding eye contact with the guards, Lisa hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her black tights and tugged them off leaving her clad in just her bra and black thong.

The men stared at her, their eyes widening in anticipation. They nodded to her to continue, their faces expressionless.

‘But you’ve searched my clothes!’ she retorted.

‘Continue, madam.’

Lisa’s face reddened with shame and anger. She realised that she had absolutely no choice and that she was totally helpless. There was nothing she could do and she prayed that the nightmare would be over quickly.

She reached between her breasts and unhooked the bra – a ‘front loader’, her husband had called it... then she tugged down the thong and stood completely naked in front of them.

Her hands instinctively made fluttering little movements as she nervously tried to shield her intimate charms from their view but she quickly realised the futility of it. She placed one arm across her breasts, vainly trying to hide them, and covered her shaved pubis with her other hand, much to the amusement of the guards who were now grinning as they examined her underwear. She debated whether to turn her back on them so that they would only see her bare backside, but decided to keep facing them in a gesture of defiance.

The men took her underwear and examined it closely, paying special attention to the gusset of her thong... Lisa wondered if they were frustrated and got their kicks doing this. A ‘fringe benefit’ in an otherwise dreary job....

‘Hands behind your head!’ they ordered

‘Oh god... what are they going to do?’ she wondered.

Lisa hesitated, but the guards’ expressions forced her to reluctantly obey. She was fighting to control the panic that was starting to build up inside her and she felt desperate for this to be over and done with so that she could get on with her normal business.

Slowly, she raised her arms and clasped her fingers together at the back of her head. This had the immediate effect of forcing her breasts to jut outwards to their maximum. The guards knew this...there was no justifiable reason for them to insist on this humiliating posture. It was simply to make a woman feel as exposed as possible - stripped and paraded stark naked in front of complete strangers.

The men stood up and approached her, standing either side of her. They took it in turn to walk slowly around her, eyeing her at their leisure and running their fingers through her long black hair as if looking for head-lice... They then fingered the little gold dolphin charm that hung on a chain around her neck, looking closely at it. They were in no hurry.

Exasperated, Lisa said: ‘What the hell do you expect to find, for god’s sake?’

‘You may have microfilm on you or hidden in jewellery’ they replied.

Microfilm? Me, a spy?? thought Lisa. How ridiculous can people get..?

They peered closely into her eyes.

‘Are you wearing contact lenses?’

‘No. Why?’
‘They can have microdot messages on them...’

For god’s sake...whatever next, thought Lisa.

‘Your bracelets’

Lisa pulled off the bracelets on her left forearm and handed them over for their inspection. They ordered her to put her hands back behind her head.

The men then examined behind her ears and shone a bright light into them, up her nostrils and into her mouth.
Their hands moved down to her breasts. Both men took it in turn to lift them to check for anything taped or glued the undersides. As they did so, they squeezed them and ran their thumbs over her nipples, flicking them gently to see how they reacted.

Lisa stared at them, furious but helpless.

‘Spread your legs’ the officer demanded.

‘NO! ABSOLUTELY NOT!’ she shouted.

‘Very well’

It was clear that the guards had anticipated this and they immediately grabbed Lisa’s arms and forced them behind her, handcuffing her wrists securely behind her back.

‘STOP THIS!’ she protested. PLEASE..!!’

‘Now you will please come with us and do as we say’ they barked at her.

The guards took an arm and a breast each and marched her briskly along a long, cold corridor where uniformed males were walking busily in both directions. They had used this arm-and-breast technique many times before; they knew that women would want to go where their breasts went – they had little choice!

The men in the corridor stared at her in the passing, running their eyes over her exposed curves and commenting bawdily in Russian to their colleagues.

Lisa was taken to another room where another nightmare scenario was about to unfold. As she was bundled through the door, the sight that met her eyes caused her to yell. The room was occupied by eight young male officers, all in uniform, all staring at her nude body as if she was a prize mare. At one end of the room was a wooden structure, purpose built for something that would become quickly clear to her.

The men dragged Lisa over to the structure which was basically like a miniature set of rugby goalposts, fashioned like a letter ‘H’

Her wrists were released from her cuffs and her arms were immediately secured at full stretch to the horizontal crosspiece of the ‘H’ so that she was left standing like a letter ‘T’.

Her ankles were then dragged wide apart, each one being secured to the base of an upright, and the crosspiece adjusted downwards so that Lisa was now in a half-squat position, knees bent, her ass cheeks stretched wide apart and exposed, jutting and bare.

Lisa tugged at her bonds and screamed and shouted, but the men took no notice. They were grinning quite happily, enjoying the spectacle, excited by the sight of this beautiful naked woman, now entirely under their control. Try as she might, she could do nothing to close her thighs. The guards knew exactly how to expose women - bend them over in a tight squat so that they can’t hide a thing!

‘These men are junior officers who are required to learn our search techniques’ explained one of the security officers, pacing slowly around Lisa, examining her from every angle, enjoying the spectacle of her enforced nudity. It was easy to see why he was satisfied with what he saw. Lisa was a magnificent sight, her muscular legs stretched wide, her breasts forced to dangle freely below her. She tried not to struggle as she quickly realised that each movement made her breasts jiggle provocatively. She would try not to give them the satisfaction of seeing them like that.

She looked around, and to her horror, she saw everyone start to put on white latex surgeon’s gloves... She also noticed some equipment being trundled across the room and placed beneath her outstretched ass cheeks. The officer flicked a switch and immediately, a bright spotlight played across Lisa’s backside. A massive video screen on the wall illuminated, and she suddenly gasped in embarrassment as a camera zoomed in between her thighs, focussing eventually on her exposed asshole and pussy. The men stared in fascination as Lisa struggled to move, but her struggles only served to make her rear dimple dilate and contract with the effort, much to their amusement.

‘OH,,NOOO....! PLEASE...’ she pleaded ‘PLEASE LET ME GO...!’

A senior officer took up a position behind Lisa and proceeded to talk to the others in Russian. But his actions said more than his words. He carefully opened a tube of lubricant gel and smeared it on his rubber-gloved fingers. Lisa yelped and squirmed as his index finger entered her exposed anus. All the while, he spoke continuously to the men who by this time were gathered closely around for a good view of his inspection technique which was simultaneously being displayed at the huge video monitor.

‘This is all being recorded for training purposes’ the probing officer explained to her, as if that would justify his actions.

‘Let me GO..!!’ she shouted.

He ignored her and began to move his finger deeper and twisted it this way and that. Lisa could do nothing to resist – she was lashed firmly to a structure which ensured that every single inch of her naked body was visible and accessible.

Two fingers were then inserted and the process repeated, the fingers exploring the inner walls of Lisa’s ass.
The eight men were then invited to take it in turn to repeat the procedure, guided by the chief officer. If they weren’t probing deep enough, they would be made to do it again and again until they got it right. The process was uncomfortable but not painful. However, that was no consolation to Lisa who was now feeling totally degraded and humiliated.

When the men had finished, the senior officer produced a speculum which he demonstrated to the men by inserting it fully into Lisa’s tender anus. The men were told that this was only necessary if they detected something initially with their fingers and required to get a view of it...

The speculum was adjusted and slowly opened, widening Lisa’s asshole so that it gaped open. The bright spotlight was then directed into it and the men took it in turn to peer deep inside the most private part of Lisa’s anatomy. She was mortified with embarrassment as she viewed the interior of her own rectum magnified dozens of time on the screen.

The officer then moved on to the vaginal inspection which followed a similar pattern. Talking continuously to his students, he parted Lisa’s vaginal lips and inserted his fingers deep into Lisa’s hairless pussy.

She was dreading this...she realised what was going to happen. The officer had encountered something interesting and was now talking excitedly and smiling at his group who grinned back at him.

‘What are you hiding in there?’ he asked her.

‘NOTHING...!’ she shouted.

Taking hold of the string, the officer dragged a blood-stained tampon from between Lisa’s inner lips and proudly showed it to the smiling assembly....

Lisa groaned with embarrassment and broke down in tears. The men then all took it in turn to probe, pull and dilate every bit of her genital area.

The inspection was now over but at least they hadn’t had sex with her, Lisa thought. Nonetheless, she felt more humiliated than she had ever been in her life.

She was released and marched, still naked, back to the first room. The officers took her along the cold corridor past several male officers and ancillary workers who all stopped and stared at her, their faces breaking into smiles as they admired her bare body. Her breasts and buttocks jiggled as they hurried her along causing great amusement. Two female officers at the end of the corridor, hearing the footsteps approaching, glanced briefly in her direction then turned away, uninterested. They had seen scores of naked women and men being hustled along this corridor...just another day at the office.

‘I thought you said that there were no female officers available...? she asked the guards. They ignored her.

‘You may get dressed and go’ they announced. ‘But first you must sign this paper to say that you have been well treated’

Lisa felt emotionally drained. She had no choice...

She signed, got dressed, collected her bag and left the airport.

This was the first and last time that she would ever visit Keredestan, she vowed, but before she returned home, she decided that she would try and get revenge on at least one of the officers responsible for her humiliating ordeal.
She had already struck up a close professional friendship with Mark Semple, the experienced British liaison officer for her company who was posted in Keredestan, and she asked him for some personal advice about how she might make things difficult for the Keredastan officers. Semple spoke fluent Russian and was familiar with how the airport people operated, but he advised her against any retaliatory action as this was a dangerous country for foreigners to be in.

Lisa persisted. She only had two days here, and she needed good advice, and quickly. She had also however taken a secret fancy to Semple since she first met him in England. He was about 40, tall, lean and athletic with a lightly tanned skin and a quiet, manner which impressed Lisa and made her feel secure and confident in his presence.
They had a lengthy conversation in a corner of the lounge of Lisa’s hotel where she explained her revenge plan to him.

‘Mark, I have to do something. I leave here in two days time. And...to be honest, I need your help...I’d be happy to pay you in, er.. any way I can...if you know what I mean?... she blurted, her hand moving on to his thigh under the lounge table.

Semple looked at her wide-eyed as Lisa’s hand moved further up his thigh. He had often thought about Lisa. She was his type of mature woman...and here she was making advances to him!

Lisa sensed from his reaction that he was tempted and she kept eye contact with him. Her heart was thudding...he was her only chance of help, and - she had to confess – she was also excited at the prospect of having sex with him. Just this once, she reasoned...nothing serious...all in the line of duty... her husband would never know. Whatever happened from now on, she would not be returning to Keredestan, she reasoned to herself.
‘I need you to get me just a few items, and also to persuade that senior security officer creep to come to my hotel room – alone. You could tell him that I need him to check that my papers are in order for leaving the country. I’m sure he’ll be delighted to see me again – he’s the type that loves to think he’s in control. You can also tell him that I want to apologise personally for my behaviour at the airport. That should tempt him.’

‘I might just be able to help you...’ said Semple, breaking into a wry smile...

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The following morning, Lisa waited anxiously for the knock on her door which she knew would announce the arrival of her victim.

The knock came at exactly 10.00am as she had expected.

‘Please come in, Mr...?’

‘Vassilevic’ he replied, smiling arrogantly at her.

She recognised him immediately from her ordeal at the airport and closed the door behind him. He watched her pull what he thought was a mobile phone from her pocket.

Lisa thrust the taser against his body, stunning him with 75,000 volts and temporarily paralysing him. She had been inspired to use this device after reading a novel which featured a similar situation, and Semple had done well to get this taser for her at such short notice.

Vassilevic collapsed, unconscious. Lisa moved quickly, stripping him naked and hauling him on to the bed where she then tied his wrists to the corners of the headboard and tied his ankles to his wrists so that he was on his back, his knees up to his chest and his bare ass and genitals completely exposed.

She stuck a short length of duct tape over his mouth and sat down to wait for him to come to his senses. Now she was the one who was in complete control...

Vassilevic recovered quickly and stared in terror and disbelief at Lisa over the edge of his gag. He began to mewl and snort in panic as he realised what was happening.

Lisa untied his right wrist.

‘Sign this – now!’ she ordered, thrusting a pen into his hand.

She held up a small sign for him to read. Printed in large Cyrillic Russian letters, thanks to Semple’s help, it read:

‘I AM A GAY sl*t AND I NEED TO BE PUNISHED. THANK YOU MISTRESS’

Vassilevic was still groggy, but he wearily signed his name at the foot of the sign.

‘You made me sign a false statement, now we’re even’

Lisa quickly re-tied his wrist and produced a gynaecological speculum from the bag of items that Semple had obtained for her. She waved it in front of his face.

‘Looks interesting, doesn’t it? Let’s see what it does, shall we...?’

She then pushed it roughly into Vassilevic’s ass causing him to writhe in discomfort.

‘Sorry I don’t have any lube jelly... the airport security staff must have bought it all...’

The speculum was then widened slowly so that Lisa could see several inches into his asshole. She pushed it deeper and widened it further. Vassilevic screamed uselessly into his gag.

‘Enough, I think’ and she then proceeded to insert cotton tampons into his dilated ass...one, two, three and then a fourth.

Vassilevic wriggled and squirmed but there was no escape. Lisa then poured some water into the speculum. This would cause the tampons to swell inside him and would give him something to occupy his mind for a while...

She quickly removed the speculum. As a final indignity, she had decided that she would give him a light thrashing. Picking up a length of electric cable, she straddled him, staring down at his spread ass cheeks and landed six strokes vertically down the open crease.... Vassilevic squirmed in pain, his eyes wide with terror.

She looked at her watch. She would love to have done something to that dick of his as well, but it was time to go.

Picking up her travel bag, she laid the Russian sign on the bed jus below Vassilevic’s ass and left the room, leaving the ‘DO NOT DISTURB’ sign in place on the outside and squeezing some superglue into the locking mechanism for good measure. It would take some time for Vassilevic to be rescued, time that Lisa needed to make her escape.

She checked out and got a taxi immediately to the airport. This was now a critical period, hanging around waiting for her flight, and she became nervous, fully expecting uniformed airport officers to approach and arrest her. But everything went according to plan, and Lisa was soon leaving Keredestan airspace, heading home to safety, her mission accomplished.

She smiled to herself, pleased that she had settled her personal score. She could just imagine the look on the faces of Vassilevic’s rescuers when they found him and read the sign she had left! However much he might try to explain it, the rumour would soon spread that Vassilevic was gay, a serious matter in Keredestan...
Her husband would later ask her how she had got on.....whatever would she tell him...?

[12356416514a]

To bad she hasn't got more time, I'd like to read about herplaying with him lol.

[asslover69]

My original version contained a lot more detail, but I felt that it was inappropriate to include it in this version which was intended to focus on Lisa's treatment. I also excluded details of Lisa's bedroom encounter with Semple to keep the story short, but if anyone would like to read it, please get in contact.

[viridian]

That was a superb story. Nice work!

[12356416514a]

I'd like to read the full story did you wrote the full story at literotica.com?

[asslover69]

No. I have never posted anything on literotica.com. Just PM me.