[ENF] Airport security

[ycoldwater]

Juliette was a nervous flier - not so much scared of the flight itself as of arriving late and falling foul of the security procedures before boarding, particularly as on this occasion she was traveling alone. However she was looking forward to meeting her friends on holiday and the weather was warm and sunny too for the day of her departure. It meant she could cut down on excess baggage and fly with hand baggage of just the bare essentials. Her traveling outfit, which she felt practical for the sweaty journey on the underground, was a short and figure-hugging blue halter-neck dress and sandals, and as she felt the eyes of the men in the carriage on her while she stood holding the bar above her head with both hands, she thought of the affect her appearance would have, she hoped, when she arrived in Italy. Her bare raised arms gave her a chance to inspect again, with approval, the smooth skin of her exposed under-arms. Prior to departure she had exfoliated and shaved thoroughly in the shower, finishing her ablutions with a final rinse of cold water (good for toning the skin) which had left her breathless and tingling. Now she felt the dress moving slightly over her body and the sensual feeling was heightened by the secret knowledge that she had neglected to put on any underwear for the journey. After all, visible panty line would spoil the look of her outfit and she did not require a bra to support her small firm breasts.

She arrived two hours early for her flight and proceeded through check in easily. Fortunately the queue at security was short and she decided to pass straight through and relax in the lounge. Unfortunately this was where her problems began. As she approached security she showed her boarding card to a rather butch female official who looked her over and directed her away from the standard scanner to a lane marked "advanced security protocol". The other passengers walked towards the standard set-up of scanners but her lane led to a glassed partition on one side. She felt a lurch of misgiving in her stomach and the security officer obviously noticed her concern.

"Please would you follow this lane, miss. There's nothing to be concerned about. You've been selected for the new security system we are trailing at the airport and your co-operation will help to make air travel even safer in future. There is an advanced body scanner but the process is otherwise identical to our normal procedures."

Reassured, Juliette thanked the woman and made her way to the scanner. She deposited her luggage in a tray and turned away when another official, this time a rather portly middle-aged man, said "Please take off your shoes and put any metal items in the tray. The scanner is rather sensitive so do make sure any rings are in the tray too." Acutely aware that she was now only wearing a single item of clothing, Juliette approached the scanner, a round plastic enclosure the size of a tanning booth. "Please step inside, place your feet on the marks and hold the bar above your head." She complied and the scanner began to hum. Abruptly an alarm sounded - a klaxon-like repeating tone. The second security officer motioned for her to step out.

"I'm afraid that the scanner has detected evidence of some prohibited material. Can I ask if you are concealing anything about your person?"

"No! All I'm wearing is this dress!"

"Well, the scanner has detected traces of chemicals known to be used in explosives. It's possible that these are on your dress. Look, I can tell you're not a terrorist but I'm afraid that under recent legislation we are compelled to follow strict rules at this point. If you remove your dress and get re-scanned we can confirm that there is merely some chemical residue on your clothes and let you through. I realise that this might be awkward for you, but the alternative involves the police, I'm afraid."

Juliette's heart sank. The klaxon had drawn the attention of more staff, as well as the now thickening queue of passengers in the standard security lane, clearly visible through the glass partition. Although the security man was maintaining a professional tone, it was clear that he fully understood the situation.

"Think of this as a few moments of embarrassment and then you can be on your way", he added.

Juliette considered her predicament. The scanner was mainly enclosed and if she undressed inside it there would be some privacy.

"Well I guess there is no alternative," she replied "but I would prefer a female member of staff to supervise". The first officer was duly called over and Juliette pulled her dress over her head and passed it outside. She stood naked in the scanner, her feet parted and arms raised. She closed her eyes, willing the awful moment to pass quickly. The scanner hummed...the klaxon sounded once again. The female officer took her wrist firmly and led her into the open. She stood naked in the security area surrounded by male and female security staff. Through the glass partition more tourists gawped and pointed. A party of young men pointed and leered. She covered her breasts with her free hand as she was led through a side door.

She sat, still naked on a plastic chair in a cool, bright, white tiled room. The female officer looked down at her with as she sat doubled-over and cross-legged. In the corner two male officers stood, whispering and glancing furtively at her. She blushed deeply, her face hot. She could feel pricks of tears beginning to appear in her eyes.

"Look, I'm sorry about this but we are not really set up to deal with this situation. We weren't expecting the scanner to give us this result so early in the testing period. We've got to follow the rules and it says in the legislation that you can't pass through unless there is no trace of the contaminant. We've checked your dress and it's clean, so it must be on your body. Right now you can either follow the protocol, which is a cavity search and decontamination, or I have to call the police. It's your choice."

Juliette could think of nothing worse than being led away to a cell. She knew she was innocent and wanted it all to be over. She could still make her flight and thought it best to obey the official. Reluctantly she agreed to the search. She was taken to the centre of the room, and made to adopt the same pose as in the scanner: arms raised and gripping an overhead bar, legs spread: but this time more widely. Wearing latex gloves, the officer inspected every inch of her body, opening her mouth and finally, humiliatingly, parting both her buttocks and labia in her search. She turned to the other officers in the corner.

"She's clean. What do you want me to do?"
"You have to complete the protocol, officer Ratchett" came a male voice.
"Is that really necessary?"
"Yes of course. The CCTV will provide a record that ensures you follow best practice for the procedure."

Juliette looked at the female guard who looked questioningly at the male staff before turning her attention back to Juliette. She blushed deeper still with the knowledge that the next few minutes would be recorded on camera and probably poured over by all of the male staff in the security section. Ratchett spoke more softly to the girl, who still stood obediently with her arms above her head, holding onto the overhead bar, and her legs spread to place her feet in the marked floor positions. Juliette looked up as the older women addressed her. She looked sympathetic but Juliette could see a look of excitement in her eyes.

"Okay honey, now I'm going to have to decontaminate you. The rules say I have to make sure you are clean. If you hold like that I can get this done according to the book. When this room is finished there'll be a proper shower system but for now all we've got is cold water from the hose and some liquid soap. I've got to scrub you all over with a pair of brushes. I've got to be thorough but I'll be as quick as I can, I promise."

With that, officer Ratchett unfurled a black hose attached to a tap on the wall. She turned the tap and squeezed a trigger on the copper hose nozzle and water gushed powerfully across the floor. She raised the hose towards Juliette. By now Juliette was gripped by a mixture of strange emotions. She felt humiliated and ashamed by this treatment, and angry at how she had been singled out. However she had an urge to obey and endure the coming ordeal. A bit of her was actually anticipating the sting of the cold water on her smooth, exposed body and the undoubtably rough cleansing of Ratchett's brushes. It was actually not so far from her morning ablutions - almost a spa treatment! She was shocked to notice her own arousal at the prospect. Ratchett raised the wide stinging jet of cold water and the spray bounced off her breasts and belly. She gasped and spluttered as Ratchett thoroughly sprayed every inch of her body. The jet played down each slender arm, lingering somewhat on her underarms, over her ribs and down her athletic legs, circling her belly and breasts. Juliette panted and gasped but suppressed any further reaction, looking defiantly into the eyes of the officer. A similar procedure on her back and buttocks completed the initial stage. Abruptly the water stopped flowing Juliette dripped with cold water, her breasts rising and falling as she panted. Her reddened skin tingled fiercely, but she stared ahead as before. She watched Ratchett take two large wooden brushes and apply lots of liquid soap from a pump-action container to each, and rub them together vigorously. She approached with a stern and matronly demeanour.

"Now hold still young lady and we'll have this finished as soon as we can".

Juliette froze in shock as Ratchett worked over every inch of her body with the brushes. The soap, oddly, had a strong mint and menthol aroma. Ratchett worked down each of Julette's arms in strong circular movements, and Juliette flinched as the bristles worked the lather onto her skin. Ratchett washed her like a horse, paying no regard to the sensitivity of her nipples and armpits as she worked efficiently down Juliette's body. After the arms, Ratchett lifted each foot and scrubbed her foot soles before working up each leg in the same way. She scrubbed Juliette's back before moving back round to her belly. Juliette anticipated the next invasion of her privacy as Ratchett knelt in front of her and the course brushes found their way between the cheeks of her bottom and labia in a few brisk strokes. Finally the brushes were worked through her hair and with the command "eyes shut!" over her face and neck. Juliette hung in the room covered in a thick green-tinged lather from head to toe. She began to notice how the lather was adding a further slight burning and tingling sensation to her incredibly sensitized skin.

"You'll probably feel the active ingredients working right now. We need to leave the soap on for 30 seconds before rinsing. Nearly done!" she commented briskly, picking the hose up from the floor.

The tingling grew in intensity and Juliette finally lost her reserve. "Please rinse it off! It's stinging me all over!" After an agonizing few more seconds she heard the hose start again. Ratchett began thoroughly rinsing the poor girl with the powerful, ice-cold stream from the hose once again. Juliette squealed this time as the hose was brought to bear between her legs and held over her head as well as played up and down her slim arms, toned legs and torso. Finally the water ceased and Juliette opened her eyes, blinking away the frigid water.

Ratchett approached with a towel "Ok you can let go now. Dry off and we'll try the scanner once more."

Juliette, huddled in the towel, followed in a trance back out to the public area. Evidently news of her ordeal had traveled through the airport and more staff were there to witness her final humiliation as the scanner once again ran over her naked body. This time there was no alarm. Juliette was still too shocked to even register this.

"Well miss, it looks like you're clear of the contaminants. You're free to go - here is your dress". Ratchett passed the blue dress back to Juliette, who dressed quickly. She was given her sandals and bag and pulled her fingers through her hair to tame the still wet thatch caused by her involuntary cold shower. In a daze, all she could think to do was escape to the relative anonymity of the now full departure lounge.

Officer Ratchett watched Juliette walk unsteadily off into the crowd. Her superior approached with an inscrutable look on his face.

"Well done, Ratchett. You handled a tricky situation very well there. I think it best not to mention the malfunction of our systems to anyone - we both know that the scanner was on test mode for that passenger, but it gave us a good opportunity to test the robustness of our procedures. You can go back to your post."

Brigitte Ratchett nodded and moved back to the start of the lane. There were times when this was a great job, she thought. As she scanned the approaching crowd she could see another single female holiday-goer in a revealing vest and shorts combination. Another candidate for the protocol, she thought. Now to make sure the scanner was accidentally on test mode again for the next subject!

[ycoldwater]

A fantastic picture, I think. Rather than write a story I'm going to describe the scenario that I imagine:

Valerie has arrived at a spa in the French Alps for an intensive week's treatment. Like many rich young French women she is vain and considers that she needs to be slimmer and more toned. Maybe this is because her very rich older husband seems to be ignoring her and may have another mistress. She has always adopted the "no pain, no gain" approach to her beauty regime but increasingly she begins to relish the intensity of the beauty treatments she subjects herself to. The brochure for this spa stresses the traditional and old-fashioned nature of the "cure" - many treatments use ice-cold water at high pressure, or sudden changes from hot to cold, to stimulate the circulation, tone the skin and encourage weight loss. The therapists insist strictly that all treatments must be taken naked to ensure maximum efficacy (and this applies equally to the strenuous daily workout regime). Food is simple with caffeine and alcohol banned, of course. This spa has become fashionable amongst her friends with some rivalry between them for who can go furthest to achieve the best results, asking for the most intensive treatments - the coldest temperature and most powerful water pressure in the showers, the most sudden changes from hot to cold, the stiffest brushes in the full-body scrubs. Also, whispered amongst them are stories of how, just like in the 19th century and before, the treatments are often intense enough to bring the clients to orgasm - a well-known cure for "hysteria" that was once commonly administered in such establishments. Anyway, here is Valerie at 6am on the first morning (at her own request) with the first treatment, taken immediately upon waking: a "douche au jet" with a powerful stream of 38 degree alpine spa-water. Perhaps the stance in this picture with her protectively shielding her breasts suggests that (as in more moderate establishments) the more sensitive areas of her body will be spared the stinging jet of cold water. However, again at her insistence, this would not be as effective at toning her body: so once she has stood, leaning against the wall to allow the jet to play over her back, legs and buttocks (as well as insinuate itself a little into her pussy), she will turn and place her hands on her head, adopt a strong legs-apart posture, shoulders back and head up, thrusting her pert nipples towards the unmerciful stream of water that the therapist will direct up and down over her thighs, belly, ribs, breasts, armpits, before descending towards her clitoris for the final, gasp-enducing element of the treatment!