He conducts a strip search

The smile returned to Cordonez face as he looked down on her. For a moment he just let the silence sink in. “Stand up!” he finally said.

Nancy looked up at him, her face completely straight. She did her best to put on a mask, to hide the insecurity she felt in this situation, but on the inside she was freaking out. She thought about Syd for a moment, whether her partner was stuck in a similar conundrum in the adjoining room, and the idea only deepened her desperation. Slowly she moved to her feet. Her limbs felt heavy as she did.

Cordonez watched her carefully as she obeyed. She complied slowly and once she was face to face with him she looked at him and he could see defiance in her pretty brown eyes. The expression caused a stir in his pants. He was glad that she was being tough. It was way more fun to play with a slut that fought back than one that sobbed and mewled.

“We will do a full body search now!” he told her in his thick accent, spotting the small twitch in the corner of her eye that she hid right away. “Go to the wall and put your hands against it!”

Nancy sighed, her shoulders slumping ever so slightly before she followed his order and walked over to the wall, bracing her arms against it. She hung her head as she waited for what was coming next. She could feel the pervert’s eyes on her butt.

He took his time again, taking in the sight of the gorgeous Latina’s butt as she adapted the pose for him. He felt another rush of power, knowing he was in full control of the situation. This spoiled, American tourist bitch was completely his for the moment. He let her hear his footfalls as he stepped up behind her and he could see her give a little shudder despite herself.

“Cocaine is strictly forbidden in Aruba!” the customs officer said as he knelt down and grabbed Nancy’s ankle, marveling at the velvety smooth, warm skin before slowly running his hand up her bare leg. “That means big punishment in Aruba! You will go to jail!”

Nancy shuddered as she felt his rough, calloused hands run up her left leg. He completely ignored the fact that her legs were completely bare, with no opportunity to hide anything, but she knew it didn’t make sense to protest. He was holding all the cards and he had made up his mind.

“I’m sorry…” she said, feeling her throat tighten as she felt the tips of his fingers reach the apex of her legs. She held her breath, but instead of groping her ass or pussy, Cordonez surprised her by letting go and starting again on the other leg.

“Sorry won’t help you, Miss,” he told her, licking his lips as he enjoyed the supple touch of her calves. This woman’s musculature was very well defined and strong while still incredibly feminine. She looked like a damn model or actress. Maybe one of those Instagram whores, he mused, one of those spoilt do-nothing-bitches that got everything served on a silver platter… he liked that thought. He leaned in close as he stood up and took the opportunity to get a whiff of the woman’s smell, closing his eyes as he savored it: sandalwood and vanilla. He had really struck gold with this one.

He continued his investigation at her arms, fondling them one after the other while watching with great interest how she reacted. He was surprised when she accepted it stoically, but somehow, this aroused him even more and when she gave a suppressed whimper when he placed his hands on her hips, he smiled.

“Where do you hide the ****?” he whispered, keeping up the charade for his own amusement as his hands slid along her belly, excited to find a flat, smooth stomach. This bitch had a bikini figure alright! She whimpered as he let his fingers linger and slide below the hem of her loose white blouse.

“… please…” Nancy whispered helplessly as his hands explored her skin, briefly toying with her bellybutton before wandering further upwards. She had goosebumps on her entire body. At this moment she wasn’t a hardened cop, she wasn’t a seasoned former soldier: she was a woman, who was put into a corner.

“Please what?” Cordonez whispered into her ear, his voice low, as his hands reached her breasts. Dropping any pretense, the middle-aged man went straight up to cup the woman’s firm tits, which were still encased in a white bikini top, and gave them a rough squeeze. He grinned as he heard her whimper, felt her squirm under his touch, but she had nowhere to go.

“Noooo…” Nancy moaned as she was violated, but there was nothing she could do. Nothing she could do as he kneaded her breasts to his heart’s content. Nothing she could do as he toyed with her nipples, teasing them to hardness through the flimsy fabric of the bikini top. She was helplessly exposed to this customs officer, **** to endure his groping while smelling his stench of old sweat and cigarettes.

Then he let go. Nancy gasped with relief as Cordonez’ hands let go of her breasts and he stepped back. For a moment she could breathe.

“Take your top off, please!”

“WHAT?!” her head whipped around, eyes widening as her brain refused to believe what her ears had just heard.

“Face the wall!” Cordonez sharp voice immediately made her comply, returning to her pose with her back to him, “I can’t feel properly! Take your blouse off and hand it to me!”

“Now, listen…” Nancy started, hearing the panic in her own voice, “Please, I…”

“NOW!”

Nancy jumped and fell silent immediately. This had to be a nightmare! Like they had a mind of their own, her fingers moved, swiftly undoing button after button of her white blouse before shrugging it off. She could feel herself shiver as she blindly held it out to Cordonez, who took it from her.

“The bra next!”

She almost sobbed at the strict tone of his voice, feeling like a little girl for the first time in many years before she quickly caught herself and regained her composure. She took a deep, long breath to calm her nerves before she bit down on her lips and reached behind her back.

Cordonez watched eagerly as she pulled the knots of the white bikini top loose, letting it fall off her body and into her hands. He licked his lips at the expanse of smooth, golden skin of the now topless woman, admiring her lean, well-defined, feminine back. Facing away from him, he couldn’t see her tits in the way he wanted to, but he had nothing but time. He would see them! For now, he just enjoyed the way he could see the sides of her breasts even from behind while he absently fondled the bikini top she had handed over to him.

“Alright, all clear!” he finally said, tossing the bikini top onto the pile of her other stuff, “Now the pants, please!”

The demand elicited a gasp. Nancy felt the blood rush to her face and she turned her head towards him. “Come on, now. Please…” she begged, but her eyes widened and she fell silent when the officer simply replied by unbuttoning the holster of his taser.

“The pants, Miss!” he repeated, a glint in his eyes giving her the impression that he was daring her to resist, just to allow him to use his weapon. It wouldn’t even surprise her.

Narrowing her eyes and focusing on the grimy tiles in front of her, Nancy reached for her hot pants and deftly popped the button, then unzipped it. With sharp movements, intent on not leaving him with the idea she was putting on a show for him she pushed the denim shorts down her legs and to the floor, stepping out of them and picking them up, leaving her only wearing sandals and a white thong. She almost growled when she felt Cordonez hand brush against hers as she handed them over.

“Nice ass!” Cordonez grinned as he checked the pockets of her pants, finding nothing but a half-empty pack of cherry-flavored gum. He took one, popped it into his mouth and chewed noisily as he tossed the pants aside, then took a moment to admire the American woman’s booty.

She definitely kept herself fit. Athletic and taut, you could bounce a quarter of those cheeks, he mused, almost tempted to touch but holding back. Leaning in, he could see the faintest tan-lines bisecting her cheeks, hinting that her bikini bottoms usually were a whole lot demurer than the plain, white thong panties she wore now, the back of which tapered down between those succulent buttocks. The two dimples on her lower back, just above her pantyline were just about the cutest things the customs officer had ever seen.

“Alright, Miss!” he said after letting her soak in the silence of the little room for another couple of seconds. “Now hand over the panties!”

Nancy furiously blinked away angry tears that welled up in her eyes. She bit down on her lips, thankful she was facing away from Cordonez so at least he couldn’t see her weakness, then reached for the waistband of her thong. Hooking her thumbs in, she quickly shoved them down and stepped out of them, unable to help herself but gasp as she felt the room’s cool, conditioned air against her bare pussy. She swallowed hard, picked the panties up and handed them over, now naked save for a pair of strappy sandals.

Cordonez was fully hard now inside his pants. Taking the thong, he pressed the crotch of it against his nose and inhaled audibly, enjoying the woman’s scent that was still left on it. Instead of adding it to the pile, he then stuffed it into his own pocket before he turned back towards the naked Latina.

“Okay, Miss!” he smiled, rubbing the bulge in his pants as he admired her, “Turn around now!”

It took a second. He saw her shoulders shake for a second as she fought with herself, but ultimately she complied. Slowly she turned around to face him, glaring at him with undisguised hatred, humiliation written over herself. While she knew it was useless, she just couldn’t help herself and covered her pussy with one hand and her breasts with the other as she stood in front of the fully clothed man, only succeeding in amusing him.

“Hands behind your head! Can’t have you hiding anything!” he simply ordered, enjoying the wounded look on her face and the moment she needed to make herself comply. She shivered with her entire body as she did, interlacing her fingers and placing them against the back of her neck, letting him see it all.

Basking in her helpless fury, Cordonez kept eye contact with her for a little bit longer, teasing her with his smile before his gaze dropped. Nancy shuddered as he took in her breasts, admiring the firm, natural mounds that sat high on her chest, lifted up a little by her raised arms. He knew she was a c-cup after going through her bras earlier and he decided that these were some of the prettiest tits he had ever seen. Perfectly shaped, visibly soft, showing the same tan-lines that were also on her butt with triangles that were just a few shades lighter than the surrounding skin. Her nipples were small and stiff and caramel-colored, jutting out from dime-sized, little areolas that had puckered in the rooms cool air, putting any model Cordonez had seen pictures of to shame.

Her stomach was as beautiful and flawless as it had felt under his fingers. Taut muscles with nice definition, strong but feminine, a slim waist and a cute little bellybutton… every inch of her was sublime! That thought was even reinforced when his eyes dropped further and he got his first look at her beautiful, golden pussy. Shaved completely bald like a lot of the American whores were, her supple sex was the most tempting thing he had ever seen. A plump little mound, just a hue darker than the rest of her, with her smooth lips rolled inwards, her pussy was the prettiest little slit he had ever seen.

“That is a hot cunt!” he commended and chuckled as this earned him a scornful look from his prisoner. She would really learn her place now!