Chapter 1

Life as a TSA airport agent could be a bit monotonous. The same routine, with the same clueless, mostly overweight people shuffling their lard asses through the checkpoints, protesting any minor inconvenience, could start to grate your nerves. But Frank, the head of TSA security, actually enjoyed his job - and the unexpected benefits that came with it.

When he first saw her making her way down the hall, he smiled. Jennifer Carter, a young mother of one, was definitely a head-turner. She was wearing dark blue jeans, tan sandals, and a white blouse. Her long blonde hair, done up in a disheveled bun, framed a soft, feminine face that was slightly flushed with exertion. This is because she was hauling her baby in one arm, as she rushed down the hall, obviously running late. Her husband, Dan, trailed behind her a few feet, carrying the bags of luggage.

Frank turned slightly and whistled to get his coworker Mike’s attention. When he looked up, Frank indicated Jennifer’s direction and nodded. Grinning, Mike started to get things ready.

After having their IDs checked, the couple stripped off their shoes and threw the bags on the conveyor belt. First Dan, her husband, went through the scanner, holding both hands over his head as the machine whirred to life.

“Thank you Sir, you may proceed” said Mike. “Ma’am, please step into the machine, feet where indicated. You may keep your child in your arms.” Mike eyeballed the top of Jennifer’s mouthwatering cleavage, her baby pulling down slightly on her white blouse as it clung to her, wanting her milk.

This time the machine blinked an angry red and an alarm sounded. Looking startled, Jennifer turned and looked at the officer.

“Do you have anything in your pockets Ma’am, metal, batteries, anything at all?” Mike asked sternly.

“Um ... no I don’t, just my boarding pass and ID. I put all my things in the tra-”.

“Please turn and let me run the scan again.”

Again the machine spun to life, x-raying the gorgeous blonde, Mike eyeballing her hourglass shape and the perfect roundness of her breasts on the screen. He might not be able to see them in detail, but he could tell her hefty chest had perfect proportions.

Again the alarm sounded, Jennifer looking annoyed and her husband sighing.

Now it was Frank’s turn to act. Crisply heading over with their specially trained German shepherd in tow, he walked up to Jennifer.

“May I see your boarding pass and ID please Ma’am - thank you. Mrs. Carter, is it? Sometimes the machines can get caught up on certain articles of clothing...”

As Frank was speaking, his dog started sniffing Jennifer and growling, having been trained to do so around women.

“Are you carrying any drugs on you Ma’am, prescription or otherwise?”

“Oh for crying out loud, no! Like I said, all my th-”

“Unfortunately our dog is indicating you have drugs on your person.” Frank sighed theatrically. “Look, I’m inclined to believe you but given the scanner and our dog are flagging you we have to go through certain procedures.”

At this point Jennifer’s husband Dan had walked over. “Is there a problem?”

“Yes sir, I’m going to have to ask your wife to please come with us, both our scanner and our dog are indicating contraband.”

“Is that really necessary?” asked Dan angrily. “We are running late.”

“Yes I’m afraid it is. She will be returned shortly, after a brief pat down. Please retrieve your shoes Ma’am and follow me.”

Eyebrows scrunched in annoyance, Jennifer looked at her husband and sighed. “Here Dan, take the baby. Just wait for me at the terminal, I’ll be there in a bit.” As she walked away with the two security men, her baby started crying. She didn’t know it, but it would be the last time she saw her family. A lifetime of sexual service awaited her.

She’s ours now, thought Frank, smiling inwardly. God he loved how stupid these women were.

Coming to the locked door, Frank punched in his security code and the door unlocked. Turning to Mike, he said “I will take her from here Mike, you can return to your duties.”

“Yes sir,” smiled the officer, as he turned to walk away, taking the dog with him.

Opening the door, Frank ushered Jennifer into the cold, white painted room, the door automatically locking behind them. Bright white lights on the ceiling lit up the whole room, in the center of which was a large table, no chairs in sight. Metal cabinets were mounted on the wall, and another steel door on the far side of the room remained closed.

He walked her towards the center of the room, near the wall. “Please put your hands on your head and feet shoulder width apart. I will administer your pat down.”

Jennifer look alarmed. “What? No, a woman is supposed to do these things. I refu-”

“Mrs. Carter, I am the head of security here, I know our rules. A female agent was needed in the past, but with heightened security these days that requirement has been removed. Now do as you’re told so we can both get on with our day.”

“I ... well...” Jennifer looked unsure. She couldn’t tell if he was lying, and even if he wasn’t, she still didn’t like the idea of a man patting her down...

“Now!” barked Frank, getting angry.

Hesitatingly, Jennifer raised her hands to her head. She just wanted to get this over with, then she would complain later.

Starting at her shoulders, Frank ran his fingers down her sides, and briefly under the undercurve of her breasts. Her face reddening slightly, very aware of the freezing temperature of the room, he continued down to over her hips. He ran the tips of his fingers in the waistband of her jeans, then continued down to her legs. Checking one leg at a time, he ran both hands slowly down the outside and inside of her left thigh.

“Um...” she stuttered “Is that really-”

“Be quiet Mrs. Carter” said Frank, as he ran his right hand around to feel the crease where her ass met thigh. She twitched uncomfortably. Sliding down to her calves, he repeated the process on her right leg, his touch lingering on her inner thighs and ass longer than it should.

Standing up, he walked to the cabinet while speaking “Please undo your hair bun, I need to see if anything is hidden there.” As she quickly let her hair loose, Frank returned with a tongue depressor and penlight.

“I need to check your mouth as well. Say Ah Mrs. Carter.” Eyeing the depressor warily, Jennifer opened her mouth slightly. Somewhat roughly, Frank jabbed the depressor into her mouth and lifted her tongue, flashing the light with the other hand. Moving the depressor to the top, he then pushed her tongue down, peering at her tonsils and throat. He slowly pushed the depressor farther back, until she just started to gag, and stopped, holding it there for about 20 seconds. Jennifer was uncomfortable but remained still, her blue eyes starting to moisten.

Pocketing the penlight, he pulled the tongue depressor from her mouth, a thin string of saliva briefly connected to the wood. He set it on the table and turned to her again, her hands still on her head.

“Are we done now?” She asked angrily. “That wasn’t just a pat down, by the way, you didn’t need to look in my mouth!”

“We are nearly done, Mrs. Carter” said Frank, ignoring her. “You could still be hiding contraband within your undergarments, obviously. I’ll have to ask you to undress please.”

“What?! Absolutely not, when I-”

“Mrs. Carter! We face an unprecedented level of threat in this country, and I am authorized to hold you as long as necessary. If you want to reach your flight, I suggest you cooperate.”

“But this is outrageous! I clearly have nothing hidden on me and-”

“That has yet to be determined.” Frank’s eyes lit up evilly. “Please remove your sandals, blouse, and pants, and place them on the table. You will not be released until our search is concluded.”

“I ... this is ridiculous...” Jennifer’s face started to turn red, but she kicked off her sandals and began to unbutton her blouse.

“At least turn away!”

“I cannot turn away, Mrs. Carter, I need to see if you are hiding anything. Continue, and remain facing me.”

Hands slightly shaking, thinking of getting back to her husband and child, Jennifer moved down her blouse one button at a time. Halfway down, her pale bra-encased tits pushed their way passed the shirt, until finally she removed it completely. Folding it in half, she set it on the table, and stood up straight again, jiggling slightly. Her boobs looked to be straining to be free, their swells pushing defiantly against her light pink bra.

“The pants too, Mrs. Carter.” Frank whistled under his breath as he appraised her, from her head down to her flat stomach. He knew she would be a great find.

Jennifer couldn’t bring herself to look him in the eye as she reached for her jeans’ top button. Popping it open, she quickly opened the small zipper and uncomfortably slid her jeans down her smooth legs. Immediately her matching pink panties came into view, and again she half-folded her clothes and set it on the table.

“Thank you for your cooperation Mrs. Carter, it helps to expedite the process. Please remain standing and place your hands on your head again. I will check you.”

Getting into position again, Jennifer stood stone faced with her eyes closed, wishing to be anywhere else. Reaching behind her to her back, Frank quickly undid her bra clasp, and Jennifer’s eyes popped open instantly. Covering her tits and holding up her bra, she cried out “What are you doing?!”

“Mrs. Carter I need to check inside the cups.” Grabbing the bra in her hands, he ripped it from her grip. Making a show of slowly looking into each cup as she covered her breasts with her hands, Frank continued speaking “I suggest you remove your hands Mrs. Carter, I will also need to check underneath your breasts. Women have been known to tape bags under them.”

Jennifer was outraged. “No! No! Give me back my bra, I’m leaving immediately! You pig! This is just too far and...”

As she began shouting, Frank pressed a small button on the table. Two burly security guards entered from the far door, and stood at resting attention.

“ ... it’s totally ... unacceptable.” Jennifer’s voice got quiet as she look at the guards. “You can’t bring others in here!”

Frank had had it. “Mrs. Carter, this is not a joke. This is a very serious situation, and you will not be allowed to leave until our search is complete. If, as you claim, you are indeed innocent, then you have nothing to fear and you will be on your way. These gentlemen will remain here, as you have shown a complete lack of control with your outburst.”

“You will give us your full cooperation, or we will be forced to detain you even longer until the truth is ascertained. It will not be a pleasant experience for you, we are authorized to use more forceful means if necessary. You are a suspect, if you do not cooperate you will not be walking out of here. Do you understand?”

Furious but embarrassed by her partial nudity and scared of the officers, Jennifer quietly answered “yes, I understand.”

“Then take your hands off those breasts right now and let me do my job” he sneered.

Standing only in her panties, humiliated and distraught, Jennifer slowly lowered her hands.

“Hands on your head woman, you’ve been told! Raise them up!”

Snapping her arms up, Jennifer stood as instructed, providing a full view of her chest to all present. And what a view it was! Her large boobs jiggled from her movements, swaying heavily on her chest. They were slightly swollen with breast milk, and looked full and heavy. The perfect pink nipples, standing at full attention from the freezing air conditioning, jutted out from the breast meat and just begged to be pinched.

He retrieved a pair of thin latex gloves. “Don’t worry, I will not make skin on skin contact, we are not animals” he reassured her.

‘I’m so pleased!’ thought Jennifer sarcastically.

Roughly palming her right breast in his hand, Frank lifted the heavy udder and ran the fingers of his other hand under her boob, near the crease of her chest wall. She squirmed in embarrassment, as her nipple poked its way between his index and middle fingers.

“Clear here. And now the other.”

Reaching over, he repeated the ‘search’ on the other breast, intentionally letting her nipple slip between his fingers and giving it a firm squeeze. Satisfied, he released her boob and suddenly grabbed both nipples. Pulling her breasts apart none-too-gently in opposite directions, he ‘visually checked her cleavage’ for contraband.

“Oh! Please ... gently, ow! please!” she whimpered.

“Quiet Mrs. Carter” growled Frank, pulling them a little harder into cones as he spoke. “I’m visually confirming nothing is hidden here.”

Once released, her nipples each had a tiny, white droplet on the tip.

‘I’m going to enjoy this mommy-bitch’ thought Frank excitedly. He knew they would never release her.

Moving on, it was time to check her panties.

“Turn around and bend over, placing your hands on the wall. I will do a quick check of your undergarments, as well as a brief cavity search.”

“I ... oh ... I ... okay, please hurry.”

Turning around, Jennifer bent over with her hands on the wall. Her heavy breasts dangled down enticingly, nipples smarting from his rough manhandling. Spreading her legs shoulder width apart, she waited with her eyes closed, escaping in her mind somewhere else. ‘Do what he says and it will be over’ she thought, as he kicked her legs wider.

Not removing her panties but letting her leave them on, he reached into them and ran his hand over her ass, dipping them in between the cheeks briefly. His glove felt weird to her, and continuing down her perineum, his fingers and palm rubbed the entire length of her pussy. The feeling of the latex on her labia caused her to treacherously begin to moisten.

Without warning two of his fingers slid up into her cunt, worming their way around, feeling for a bag or any other item she might be smuggling. Her knees slightly caved in, and she moaned quietly under her breath. Why did he have to use two fingers? Her breath caught as he started to make a scissoring motion.

“Uh ... is ... is everything all clear? ... ugh! Surely that’s enough!” A little of Jennifer’s fire started to return under the rough treatment, her tight little pussy tube squeezing his fingers involuntarily.

“Well,” Frank said, looking thoughtful as he twisted his fingers (“ngh!”), “it looks like I can’t find anything here. Now the back passage”

In one motion, he slid his fingers from her pulsing cunt, and unceremoniously shoved his middle finger up her bum! Her tits shuddered from the forceful penetration.

“Gah!” A clear droplet of her juice ran down her inner thigh from her pussy, as it tried to grip the fingers that weren’t there, her fingernails clawing at the wall.

To make up for not using two fingers in her ass, Frank twisted and probed with a little more force while she grunted. Satisfied her ass was empty, he pulled his finger out and ripped off his gloves, dropping them in the garbage.

“Well done Mrs. Carter, you can stand up now” She turned to face him.

“So am I free to go?” her voice was tremulous, on the verge of tears, not sure whether to scream or cry.

“There is one final test, Mrs. Carter, and then you can continue on to your flight” Frank stated nonchalantly, pressing another button on the table. As Jennifer fixed her panties, an elderly man in a lab coat came through the far door.

“This is Doctor Peters, part of our TSA staff.” If she could have blushed any more, she would have. Why did this man keep bringing in people while she was undressed!?

“Unfortunately we have caught women in the past who have concealed substances within their breasts.” drawled Frank, letting the words sink in. “The best way we’ve found to combat this is to utilize a form of specialized mammography. Don’t worry, I’m told it’s a gentle process.”

“ ... a mammogram?” she asked incredulously. “Are you serious? You want to give me a mammogram?” Jennifer started nervously laughing in spite of herself, amazed at the ludicrousness of it all. It would be funnier if she wasn’t trapped here.

“And this is the last test? I can go after this?”

“Absolutely, provided nothing is found again.” Nodding to the two guards by the door, one approached and collected her garments from the table, and left the room with them. The other stood by Jennifer’s side. “Please follow the doctor next door to the lab. Your clothing will be returned to you at the conclusion of the test.” In reality, they were on their way to the incinerator.

The burly guard led Jennifer by the arm as they followed the doctor through the intimidating steel door, her shuffling along awkwardly in nothing but her pink panties. She guessed it wouldn’t serve a purpose to put her blouse back on for the mammogram, but they could have at least given her back her jeans ... Frank had opted not to go with her, instead returning to his office. He had some arrangements to make.

She cursed her luck as her bare chest bobbled as they walked, aching slightly from no longer being supported. Why the hell did all those alarms go off, and why did that dog think she had drugs? She was also seriously pissed, they kept surprising her with additional ‘tests and procedures’ without warning. Could they really detain her indefinitely if she didn’t cooperate? Forcefully interrogate her? She didn’t want to find out, after this final test she would get the hell out and never fly again.

She wondered if her husband and infant son were still waiting for her. Of course they were ... though by now they had long missed their flight. Thinking of them gave her the resolve to keep going and get out of here.

Her eyes widened slightly as they entered the next room. It was a miniature laboratory, with a few chairs, a desk, and testing equipment on a counter along the walls. In one corner of the room was a door labeled STORAGE, and in the other a large mammography machine. In the center of the room was a gynecological chair.

“Don’t worry” chuckled the doctor, indicating the mammography machine. “We are only using that machine over there.”

The guard marched her over by her arm in front of the machine, and the doctor started to fit her in. “I’m told it’s slightly uncomfortable, but nothing too serious” he said, something off in his eyes as he spoke. He gently hefted her left breast onto the metal plate in front of her, then the right. “The machine tests both breasts at once for anything internal that shouldn’t be there, just like during a cancer screening. Just relax and it will be over before you know it.”

“Sure Doctor, whatever. Please just get this over with.” Jennifer spoke with a hint of hope in her voice, wanting to be free of this place.

“Of course, Mrs. Carter. Please wait right there.” ‘Your udders will be getting what they deserve shortly’ he thought to himself. Dimming the lights, the doctor stood at the computer terminal nearby.

“The machine takes a moment to initialize - please relax.”

With the whir of a motor, the machine came to life. The hydraulic arm piston began to slowly lower the top steel plate, until it rests just barely touching the tops of her slightly pancaked boobs. Jennifer nervously glanced at the doctor. “Machine checks are green, we will now begin stage one.”

‘Seems like a whole lot of fanfare for just a couple of breast x-rays’ though Jennifer. Little did she know there would be no x-rays involved.

Initiating stage one, the machine compressed the top plate down further, until her tits started to ache slightly. “Ow, that hurts a bit Doctor!” she calls out, as the plate stops its descent.

“Don’t worry Mrs. Carter, that’s as far as it needs to go!” the doctor says.

Jennifer wiggled uncomfortably, wanting to pull her breasts out. It wasn’t really painful though, just very unpleasant.

“Oh that’s really not comfortable doctor!” she calls out, but wills herself to stay put. She could hear the doctor typing, probably recording the data he was getting from her test she guessed. She was just about to tell the doctor she really couldn’t take anymore.

“How’s it look doctor, can I get out of here now?”

The doctor doesn’t even look up at her, peering down his glasses at the screen. “Oh heavens no, we are not done yet. Beginning stage two.”

Looking at him quizzically, before she can even protest, the hydraulic piston again comes to life, this time with a vengeance. Over 300 pounds of pressure are suddenly and forcefully applied to her unsuspecting fucksacks, smashing her breast meat flat.

“AH! OHHHh ohhh ow ow ow God!!!” Jennifer starts howling, unable to process the pain in her milk-filled mammaries. A leaky stream of milk starts dripping from her nipples to the floor, her motherly cream being forced out by the piston.

Jennifer grabs and claws at the machine, trying to pull away and get free. All she succeeds in doing is putting additional stress on her breasts, yanking at them desperately.

“Doctor, doctor let me out! Ohhhh GOD let me out! Ahh! Ahh!!!”

“Apologies Mrs. Carter (Ahh!) but the breast tissue must be as flat as possible for a proper (ohhhhh) reading.”

“You have got to be fucking kidding me! You’re crushing my breasts!!!!” She is trying her best to pull herself out from between the crushing plates.

“Testing your breasts, my dear!” the doctor happily corrects her. “Beginning stage 3.”

Not knowing what to expect, Jennifer watches in horror as the doctor types on his keyboard. Suddenly her world lit up in further breast pain as low voltage starts to pass between the sandwiching plates.

“Ohh, why why? WHY? STOP”

“Shhh calm down Mrs. Carter. This machine uses an electric current to check breast density and look for any foreign objects. Right now it’s just running low voltage.”

‘Just low voltage’ was a nightmare for Jennifer. Her funbags were full of milk, which efficiently conducted the current through her milk ducts straight to her mammary glands. While the current wasn’t particularly strong, yet, the longer it went on the more tenderized her titties became.

Of course, the immense pressure from the plates wasn’t doing her any favors either.

With tears rolling down her cheeks, Jennifer groaned in misery as the machine continued on for a full 2 minutes, very aware this could not just be a ‘test’. She had to escape somehow. Suddenly, the machine switched to high voltage, frying her aching fatsacks with a deep, penetrating current. The electricity viciously traveled through her ducts, hurting her deeply in a way she didn’t realize was possible.

Screaming incoherently, the doctor walked up behind Jennifer and stuffed a ball gag in her mouth, buckling it tightly. Jennifer scratched at the doctor’s face, and desperately struggled against the machine. The burly security guard ran forward, and quickly cuffed her wrists together behind her back. There was no need for further restraint, her tits wouldn’t let her go anywhere.

30 seconds later, the electric current again switch to a low voltage. He allowed her to sob hysterically into her gag for a while, then the doctor spoke over her noise. “The true testing takes place during the high voltages, but to prevent damage we only apply this for 30 seconds at a time. You have 2 minutes before the next cycle. Well you did anyway, it’s about up now. 3... 2... 1.”

Again the high voltage slammed into her crushed milkbags, painting her chest with a lacquer of pain. It was all Jennifer could do just to keep breathing, her eyes rolling back into her head as she struggled to remain conscious. Who knows what these people would do to her if she wasn’t even awake.

Groaning, crying, screaming, and utterly helpless, Jennifer’s test ran its full course over a period of two hours. Eventually her legs had given out and she was left hanging limply from the machine by her pancaked boobs, her knees swaying above the floor.

The doctor, of course, had better things to do, and so had left some time ago, leaving Jennifer alone with the guard. Returning with a coffee in hand, he finally walked towards the computer, and glanced at the results. “Congratulations Mrs. Carter, your testing is complete.” With that he hit a key, and the machine suddenly released Jennifer. She collapsed to the floor in a heap, devoid of energy and hands still cuffed behind her back.

Her breasts were extremely swollen and red, milk still dripping from the nipples. They looked like they would burst if touched - that’s why it hurt so badly when the guard reach down and hauled her upright by them, his fingers deeply sinking into the suffering breastflesh. Yanking her forcefully to her wobbly legs, she listened to the doctor through half lidded eyes, her tears long since dried up.

“The computer needs a few hours to process the results. In the meantime, I understand that security will hold you here.”

The guard reached up and grabbed her disheveled blonde hair in a tight grip, forcing her head back as he snarled at her. “Your assault on the doctor was not unnoticed. You will remain restrained pending the results, and I have no doubt the doctor will press charges.”

“No, no,” the doctor held up his hand. “Charges will not be pressed, I could never bring myself to do that to a lady. It is probably best she remain restrained though, for the safety of our personnel.”

Unable to believe her ears, and still unable to speak through her gag, Jennifer wondered what would happen to her as she was hauled away to the door marked ‘STORAGE.’

The storage room was just that - a dark, dusty room filled with boxes and dirt. A single incandescent light hung down from the ceiling, revealing in a darkly lit corner a small cage.

Jennifer was thrown into that cage, crashing tits first into the bars and then landing on her side. She simply curled up into a ball, trying to get some warmth in the freezing room, and thought about home. Time passed, and she eventually fell into a fitful sleep on the floor.

Though they had told her it would take a few hours for her results, the next time Jennifer saw someone was the next morning. In the early hours, Frank, the head of TSA, entered the room with Mike, another TSA security guard. Jennifer was sitting up leaning against the cage, angrily glaring at him, her wrists still cuffed behind her. Her tender breasts, so red and swollen yesterday, were recovering nicely, however they still ached terribly.

Crouching down, Frank took aim and squeezed a few shots of water from the spray bottle he had brought with him. Her nipples instantly took on an aching stiffness as they became wet, the freezing air puckering them into glass-cutting hardness. She kicked dust at him and yelled something muffled.

“Might want to watch your attitude a bit. I’m told you assaulted our doctor.” Frank began speaking.

More incoherent yelling and glaring. He loved defiant eyes in women. It made it so much more fun to break them.

“I have good and bad news for you. The good news is, your mammography tests have processed and it’s determined those fat tits of yours are not smuggling contraband.” Jennifer winced at his crass language. She really was in over her head. She wondered what had happened to her family.

“The bad news is after a review of yesterday’s procedures, it’s been determined your cavity search was not thorough enough. There is a strong likelihood you are still hiding something up that filthy cunt, so we will again be visiting the lab today. If you are found to be clean, you will be released.”

Jennifer closed her eyes in distress. She did not believe him. She knew they would find a reason to not release her, she didn’t know why they even bothered with this charade. It was obvious after yesterday’s ‘tests’ this was not about security.

She was jolted from her reverie by more water squirting onto her nipples. “No daydreaming, princess. We’re leaving now. I suggest you don’t struggle against security, if you know what’s good for you.”

Nodding at Mike, the bulky security guard unlocked her cage and stepped towards her. Grabbing her by her hair and arm, he hauled her to her feet and half walked, half dragged her back to the lab, her head painfully pulled back by her blonde roots.

This time she was thrown onto the gynecology chair, and though she kicked at them, Mike wrestled her legs into the knee stirrups and strapped her down. Her wrist cuffs were removed, but it didn’t really matter as her arms were pulled up over her head and strapped down to the chair as well. A waist belt was also applied, pulled extremely tight to help prevent struggling, the muscles in Mike’s arms flexing powerfully as he worked. Smiling, Frank removed her ball gag and she spit at him.

“Screw you people. You have no right to be doing this to me!”

*SLAP

Frank slapped her hard across the face, her head neatly snapping to the left, her eyes instantly welling up. She had never been struck by a man before. “We have every right. You have none. You are a suspected criminal, who has given us nothing but resistance. Now shut your whore mouth or I will gag you again.”