by Polly Patient

A 22 year-old woman is stripped naked at the airport. Kim Riley arrived at Dallas-Ft. Worth ten minutes late. She hurried down the gangway to retrieve her suitcase when two plain-clothes officers stopped her. With little more than a request to come with them, they ushered the slender twenty-two year old blonde to a room marked security.

“What have I done?” asked Kim as she was escorted inside.

“Nothing, Miss Riley, this is only a routine screening of passengers on your flight,” answered a man dressed in a grey suit. It was explained to Kim that because of heightened security and international terrorism, every nineteenth passenger was routinely checked upon arrival and that no suspicion was aimed at her personally.

Kim Riley was a successful fashion buyer. She was tall and attractively dressed in business attire. She had shiny shoulder length blonde hair that framed her beautifully complexioned face and bright blue eyes. As the man in charge rang for two female matrons, he explained, “Miss Riley, this is Miss Cook and Miss Jensen. They will search you and your belongings. Please go with them.” Kim turned red as she stared at the two women. It was hard to calculate their ages, but Cook and Jensen were at or near middle age. Cook wore a plain uniform and ugly black flats while Jensen wore a short white lab jacket and higher heels. Kim’s cheeks flushed warmly as the two women stood at her elbows and prepared to lead her away. With her mouth dry as cotton, Kim Riley was led down a corridor and into a special room. She was about to have the most humiliating experience of her life.

Miss Jensen did all the talking while Cook observed. Jensen looked Kim in the eyes and said, “Miss Riley, I’d like you to take your clothes off and hand me each item one at a time. May we start with your shoes, please.” Kim prayed she was hearing this wrong. Her heart pounded as tears welled in her pretty eyes. Somehow she mustered the strength to begin and slipped off her expensive designer pumps. Kim handed her shoes to Jensen who said, “One shoe at a time, please.” The inquisitive matron then spent a while examining all aspects of the shoe including sniffing inside which made Kim feel dirty, cheap and embarrassed. Her other shoe got the same treatment.

Meanwhile, Kim had removed her jacket and was now unbuttoning her blouse. She removed it revealing a satin slip beneath. All these were thoroughly inspected by the matron. A simple button and zipper was all that kept her skirt aloft and now, that too slid unceremoniously down her sleek nyloned calves. Kim stepped free of the skirt and handed it over. With difficulty the young blonde shucked her slip which eventually joined the rest of her clothes on a table. Choosing to remove her bra next, Kim reached behind and undid the hook which encased the loveliness of her fine young breasts. Each busom was a delectable round dumpling of extraordinary beauty and her nipples were an exquisite pale pink that was reminiscent of virginal pulchritude. She rolled her panty hose down and off each small shapely foot and Miss Jensen scanned the sheer fabric in a single sweep.

Kim Riley stood wearing only a lacy confection of baby-pink satin. Her panties were designed to show off a woman’s attributes and these hugged her pubic mound and her fine smooth buttocks to absolute perfection. Kim was about to complete her demeaning strip-down by sliding her panties down her beautiful long legs. Her breasts hung down as she bent over to step each foot free of the garment. After handing her panties to Miss Jensen, both matrons beheld Kim’s mouth- watering nakedness.

“Now can I have my clothes back?” asked Kim coldly as she stood there nude.

“Not just yet,” answered Miss Jensen. “We have to perform an internal examination to see if you’re concealing anything.” Kim looked into the matron’s cruel eyes as she fought to hold back tears. This was so humiliating. First stripped naked and now examined. Miss Cook who had worked up quite a sweat from watching young Kim undress, led the way to another room marked ‘examination’.

The room was dreadfully small, almost claustrophobic and contained only a medical examination table and a wash basin with a cabinet beneath. Kim padded barefoot into the room demurely standing in a fig-leaf pose. The chubby Miss Cook made adjustments to the table and Kim realized that it was not unlike the ones used by gynecologists. Kim’s face couldn’t have been redder with embarrassment.

“All right, Miss Riley,” said the first matron, “I’d like you to lie on this table, on your back with your feet in these.” Miss Jensen pointed to the stirrups that the fatter matron was now preparing for her. Realizing that she was about to be violated in the most indecent way, the trembling blonde mounted the table and lifted her pretty feet in the air until her heels came to rest in the cold, steel supports. Matron Cook stood close by as Miss Jensen pulled on the ubiquitous latex gloves.

Kim lay with her legs provocatively splayed, nervously biting her lower lip. The white-jacketed matron sat on a stool only inches away from her vagina. “Check her hair and scalp, Marie,” said Miss Jensen to her cohort. “And between her toes as well.” Sweating profusely, the overweight Miss Cook ran her fat fingers through Kim’s luxurious flaxen hair. Discovering nothing she next turned her attention to Kim’s feet. One by one she spread the hapless blonde’s delicate toes and wiggled her pudgy digit between them until Kim was beside herself with shame. The young career woman obviously concealed nothing there. Now it was Miss Jensen’s duty to conduct a body cavity search of Kim Riley’s tender womanhood. Not unlike many women her age, Kim’s pussy was shaved nearly bald with only a vestige of curly pubic hair on her mound. The humiliated blonde never felt more naked than the moment she felt the matron’s fingers exploring her and finally driving a single gloved digit to the hilt within her soft vernal canyon.

“Oh my God,” gasped the naked prisoner through gritted teeth. The two matrons exchanged cold glances of inner delight with what they were seeing. Taking longer than necessary, the matron reluctantly withdrew herself from Kim’s succulent body. Unfortunately Kim Riley’s ordeal was far from over. Her anal cavity remained to be examined and inspected, again by the odious Miss Jensen. Without changing gloves, the matron smeared her finger anew with lubricating jelly and now launched a rearward attack upon Kim’s even tighter orifice. Kim braced herself for more degradation.

Without apology the dispassionate matron spread the cheeks of poor Kim’s smooth blemish-free buttocks. Finding the tiny pink hole, Miss Jensen poised her cold greased finger against the blonde’s anal mouth and breached the entrance of Sodom. Kim was abashed as her eyes rolled back and she arched involuntarily. Nothing was more unintentionally sexy than the sight of Kim Riley struggling stark naked on the exam table. The fat matron was licking her lips in an almost rhythmic fashion as she watched transfixed.

Kim exhaled thankfully when the matron’s finger popped out after a long period of discomfort. The demoralized young woman was allowed to sit up and she crossed her arms over her chest watching the two matrons whisper surreptitiously. “I’m afraid we must examine you further, Miss Riley,” said Miss Jensen coldly.

This can’t be happening thought Kim as she broke into tears. “You see,” continued Miss Jensen, “some travelers swallow packets of contraband, therefore we would like to look further into your colon.” That sounded frightening enough, but when Kim heard that she was about to receive a warm enema to remove the solids from her system, she nearly died of shame. Kim was led into a cold bathroom with a large metal table. She was made to kneel upon it and given the enema while on all fours. Later she was sat upon a bucket so that her excretions could be examined.

Satisfied that the unlucky blonde had voided her bowels, the two torture matrons led Kim into yet another chamber of horrors. This time a door marked ‘anoscopy’ beckoned the unclothed beauty to further indignities. “These restraints are just a safety precaution, Miss Riley,” said Miss Jensen as matron Cook applied well-padded nylon loops around Kim’s pretty ankles and wrists. Sobbing pitifully, Kim found herself spread-eagled, face down on a table that allowed her to barely squirm.

Miss Jensen held the business end of a sigmoidoscope and was preparing to insert it into Kim rectally. It was fatter around than Jensen’s finger and of course, many times longer. Kim’s anal virginity was forfeited the instant she felt the tubular device entering her. Not in her most erotic fantasies did she ever imagine such a buggering. She just knew that these two Harpies were drooling happily as they watched the probe disappear into her sumptuous ass. Kim wriggled fitfully as the scope bounced around her intestines.

The cute blonde trembled and shook so appealingly that Jensen and Cook were about to explode watching her. The sight of the flexible hose protruding from Kim’s distended asshole presented a picture of unimaginable lasciviousness. The loveliness of her hairless pussy showing between her wide spread legs added to her deliciousness. In total shame, poor Kim drummed her feet and clenched her fists as her discomfort became unbearable.

Crying openly she fairly begged for mercy as matron Jensen observed the inside of Kim’s colon on a monitor. The scope was withdrawn with excruciating slowness and matron Cook drooled at the fanciful prospect of using her tongue as a lingual inspection tool. The naked blonde was untied and rolled over onto her back. They sat her up and helped her stand groping her tits and ass in the process.

The erotically bizarre examination came to an end and Kim Riley was given her clothes back. She ran out of the airport and never flew again.