She consents

"Fine-" Nancy spat out, knowing it would make no difference and she did not need to be handcuffed and thrown into a cell with God knows who else.

"So you consent," Cordonez finger slipped between the cheeks of her ass, sliding lower and lower until it rested on the tight ring of muscles there, "to a full inspection?"

"Yes," she bit out. Her ass wiggled trying to get away from his fingers.

"Good, I'm sure you have nothing to hide," Cordonez said.

A shiver ran up Nancy's spine as his finger pressed against her. The tight ring of her ass resisted. But Cordonez did not relent, pushing against her, until her body opened to him.

She held back a soft whimper, clenching her jaw as she felt him enter her. Her body quickly clamped down around the invading finger, squeezing him. Then he began to move, sliding his finger in then out, all pretense of an inspection gone.

His finger curled inside her and she winced. Disgusting, humiliating, she nearly clawed at the cement wall as he fingered her ass. She did not know how, or when, but she would make him pay.

"Relax," he muttered, his one free hand digging in her fleshy firm ass spreading her cheeks to give him a better view of her body swallowing his finger.

"Ungh," she moaned as the entire length index finger slid inside her. His finger curled, then pulled free.

Nancy let out a long shuddering sigh and the breath she had not realized she had been holding. She wanted to scream, to sob, to beat this piece of shit into a pulp, but instead, she stood there, helplessly, knowing anything she did would just make her situation a thousand times worse.

His finger returned plunging deep inside her. But this time it was different nearly immediately she felt numb, she winced, shocked, she twisted her head around and found Cordonez grinning at her. The bag of cocaine he had planted in her bag, in one hand, empty.

He pulled his finger free, and she saw it was still lightly coated.

"What did you do?" She demanded but the creepy middle-aged man simply smiled back at her.

"Making things easier for both of us."

She turned to move but Cordonez' hands were already on her, he was surprisingly quick and strong and she found her head pressed against the wall once again, his hand pushing on her back, making her arch her ass up and into him.

She groaned, then gasped as his hand came down hard on her ass with a loud slap. Her cheeks jiggled, the sound of flesh on flesh echoed in the dim enclosed room.

"No, no, no." she pleaded to herself, suddenly feeling incredibly warm. Her heart pounded in her chest.

Cordonez stood behind her, this time his hand slipped around her body, the rough palm of his hand trailing over her flat stomach, then lower. His fingers moved lower and lower until they teased just above her clit.

She shuddered and Cordonez pushed down on her body bending her down even more, awkward and uncomfortable, bent nearly over, legs spread wide, leaving her **** and exposed.

His finger slipped over her, the rough pad of his finger rubbing against the sensitive bundle of flesh between her legs. She gasped, lurched back in shock only to inadvertently grind herself against him.

She could feel him through his pants. He was hard, and long and thick, and she could feel every inch of him nestled between the cheeks of her ass. She tried to pull away, to stand but he refused, his hand grabbed her and held her close. His other hand dipped lower, be palmed her cunt, rubbing her gently for a moment.

Nancy hissed out a harsh breath past clenched teeth. Every muscle in her body tensed and she rose to the tip of her toes. That mother fucker, she thought as her heart pounded in her chest. She felt warm and flush and could already feel the sweat beginning to bead on her forehead and back.

"That's it," he cooed into her ear, as his finger returned between her legs, drawing lazy circles around the bundle of nerves there.

"Stop," Nancy pleaded. This wasn't happening, this couldn't happen.

Her body trembled, his fingers slid over her quicker. She closed her eyes, clenched her jaw. She wouldn't let this happen. Wouldn't' let this perverted creep of a man--

Two fingers slid inside her.

"Ahh," she moaned, jerking her hips back. Her heart raced, pounding nearly painfully in her chest. She was hot, too hot, she could feel the sweat drip down her back over her arched ass to where Cordonez had nuzzled himself so close to her.

She hated this, hated him, but her body did not care. Her cunt clenched down around his fingers squeezing him and that whorish part of her she always tried to ignore wished it was his cock.

And then it happened, a small spark of pleasure between her legs shot directly to her spine. She hissed out a sharp breath, refusing to let herself moan out loud, but the other effects on her body were easily noticeable.

A soft tremor in her thighs, her legs squeezed together, her hips rolled slightly and uncontrollably. He had made her cum against her will with his dirty, stubby little fingers.

She leaned forward. His fingers continued to work her core, pumping in and out of her dripping cunt, prolonging her pleasure.

"Fuck," she moaned, breaking as his fingers plunged in and out of her, she could feel them, soaking wet with her juices.

His hand cupped her breasts, pawing tightly at her tit. He stepped even closer, pressing his hips and cock against her ass he held her tight with the hand buried between her legs.

"Stop," she pleaded, "just stop." she moaned as her climax rolled through her.

“No,” he replied, grunting, “This is what you want. Why you came to my island, you dirty little whore.”

His fingers fucked her, wrenching the orgasm from her unwilling body, leaving her moaning and trembling and cumming around his fingers.

She cried out again, no longer able to stop herself, lurching forward trying to get away from him but his hands dug into her flesh, holding her still, forcing her to feel every second of this unwanted pleasure and every inch of his fingers inside her.

"Fuck!" Nancy cried and felt her legs give out, she fell, only to be caught by the corrupt customs officer. He pulled her back and up pressing the entire length of her naked body against his. One hand continued to finger her, alternating fucking her cunt with his fingers, and rubbing her swollen clit with his thumb. The other hand cupped one breast, pawing and teasing her nipple.

She moaned again, trembling against him as her climax abated. She shook, soft tremors still rocking her body, a soft whimpering whine escaping her lips as she hung there being held up by the man behind her. He let her go and she let herself slide to the floor.

Shame, disgust, embarrassment... all crashed over her nearly as hard as her orgasm had and she had to hold back a sob of despair.

She looked up, finding Cortonez looking down proudly at her, her phone once again in his hand.

It clicked, then flashed as he took another picture of her on her knees, naked and sweaty and well fucked. Her eyes half shut, the lingering afterglow of her climax plainly written all over her.

She wanted to kill him, to snap him in half but knew fighting would not get her out of this situation.

"You've had your fun," she spat, "Can I go now?"