The Search

Hannah was bent over a table. "Please, this is a big mistake!" she pleaded.

"Hold still, miss," said one of the agents.

Hanna heard the snap of elastic. Her ass cheeks were spread.

"NOOO! Please! Please....oohhh!" A hand went up her rectum all the way past the wrist, and the hand felt around. "Owwww! Stop!"

The hand kept twisted, and Hannah thought she heard a snort of derision. "Stop! Why is this taking so long?!"

"Don't tell us how to do our job, miss," said the woman behind her a hint of derision and pleasure in her voice.

After another minute, the hand pulled out. Next, Hannah's vagina was searched, and again, the agent seemed to take pleasure in it and taking her sweet time. "Owww! You're fucking fisting me!"

"Miss, that's enough!"

Another minute went by.

"Should we search her again? Nothing came up?" said the agent behind her.

"Nooo! I'm clean! You saw! You felt!"

"Fine."

Hannah's pussy and anus were sore from being stretched out, and her clothing was confiscated. She was **** to try to explain the dildo wrapped in foil but could not and had to wear an ill-fitting pair of sweatpants and a XL size t-shirt from the airline. She had no underwear on underneath.

The flight was miserable as her pussy and anus were still sore. She eventually arrived at her destination after a six-hour flight. She retrieved her checked bag, unaware her bra and panties were saturated with itching powder and went to meet her best friend from high school to complain about her ordeal.

The end