Inmigration Interview

You advance, leaving your sister behind, following the guard.

He guides you to a room with only a tiny desk. Behind the desk is a fat white man in their 50s, and standing next to him is a white blonde. They both wear the airport security uniform.

"Passport, please," The fat man tells you, Indicating with his hand that you sit on the chair.

"So, Spanish, isn't it?" He asks you, starting to check your passport. "Are you a Latino?"

"No, Sir," you respond. "I am White European."

"His country is on the approved list of Western European countries," the woman interrupts. "One of the few considered White by the new laws."

"Yeah, yeah, You are right. It is true he doesn't look like a Latino," the guard continues. "Can you confirm that your parents and grandparents are also white?" He inquires, insisting.

"Yes, they are. As far as I know, all my ancestors are from the Basque Country."

"Fine, then. Your visa is also correct. You have permission to reside and work here. As far as the government is concerned, we consider you a White man."

"Thank you, " you said, believing this was over, and now you only need to wait for your sister.

"There is something more we need to discuss..." The guard interrupts your thoughts. "You have indicated in this form that you are traveling with some special... luggage."

"What do you mean?" You ask him, starting to realize the immigration form was no joke.

"You bring a dyke with you," the female guard says, pointing at the part of the form where you wrote about your sister.

"Bring her a dyke called Leire Uru...Uru... Urutia." The guard says, without being able to pronounce your Basque name, pressing a button in her phone to communicate with someone outside the room. "She must be on the minorities queue."

"She was right behind me," You interrupt them, telling them where my sister is.

"That is inappropriate, Sir," the female guard scolds you. "That queue is for White people only. Even if she is White, a dyke belongs on the other queue."

You apologize for your mistake, but you are still unsure of what is happening. You wait in silence for your sister.

A few minutes later, the door opened, and another guard entered, pulling your sister inside by her arm.

"You don't need to be so rough, dude," Your sister complains. "Iker, what is happening? The guards grabbed me without telling me anything."

"Please, kneel down," the fat guard commands your sister.

"Where you want me to sit, there is no other chair!" She angrily screams.

"On your knees, dyke!" The female guard interrupts her. Suddenly, you realize that the guard is carrying a tazapper. A handheld device with an elongated shape and a red tip whose purpose is to provide electric shocks. A sex toy you have watched many times on porn. You should defend your sister, but you don't want to be on the other end of that device. It would be best if both of you complied with the guards' orders.

"I said on your knees!"The guard points the device to your sister's tits and proceeds to shock her. She squeals and tries to avoid it, but the guard knows how to use it and keeps shocking her. In a few seconds, your sister has accepted her defeat and kneeled on the floor.

Watching your sister submit on her knees with an angry expression turns you on. Very much.

"Ok, now that everyone has calmed down, we can continue," the fat guard says, talking without losing her calm. "I will explain to you what has changed here."