Corporate Type
Chapter 1
Caroline was finally where she thought she should be, nearly at the top of the
corporate ladder. She sat in this 27th floor office overlooking the edge of a
bustling southern city. She had been everything that a woman had to be getting
here, though some considered her ruthless, and spiteful. Now there was only one
more position she needed to acquire, that was president of this fine company,
and she was contemplating how to do just that.
She reviewed her plans mentally. First she had to find a way to put the current
president in such a bind that he'd be forced to resign and then she would be
nominated as the most logical replacement. How to do it was the problem. He was
married and that might go in her favor she decided.
What she did not know however was that on the other side of the building, plans
were already in motion to remove her from her position as vice president. Seems
that some of her decisions in the past had irritated everyone enough to want to
put her in her place once and for all.
So the business world turns I suppose.
The men and women on the other side of the building elected to hold a business
convention, and lure her out of the country so that it would be easier for her
to disappear. She had disowned many of her relatives so they certainly wouldn't
miss her and her properties stateside would be handled by the company if it
appeared that she had swindled money from the business.
So it happened that the men, and women really wanted her to fall, and fall hard.
In fact a few of them secretly spoke of making her their personal out of town
slave!
When they approached her with the opportunity to attend the convention she
readily agreed, thinking this might be the chance she needed to oust the
president.
Early in the morning the cabbie picked up her luggage and drove her to the
airport where the company had leased a private jet to fly the company hierarchy.
Others were to catch coach seats on a commercial airline. The flight was to take
three hours, and after checking in at customs they would meet in rooms at a
plush resort. When Caroline arrived at the airport she was given a note that
said she should take the flight right away and the others would follow on the
commercial jet. No other explanations were given.
Caroline decided that three hours alone might be ok after all, and boarded the
jet.
The charter didn't spare any expense in the liquor department and since she had
no one to talk to, Caroline drank enough booze to put herself to sleep.
When the jet touched down she was still drunk and needed assistance getting off
the plane. The airline staff carried her to customs and deposited her in a chair
along with her baggage. Caroline woke and felt hands pawing her chest and waist,
so she tried sit up immediately. When she opened her eyes she saw a few men and
women in uniforms standing around her while another felt her body. She attempted
to stand but was ordered to remain sitting.
"You are being detained here in customs, is your name Caroline Hathaway?" The
man who had been groping you inquired.
"Yes my name is Caroline Hathaway, and I am Vice President of Harding
Industries." "What the hell is going on here, and don't ever touch me again or
I'll have your job!" You raged at him.
At this every one of the uniformed personnel in the room drew a pistol from
their holster and pointed it at you. The man said to you, "Ms Hathaway you are
going to be searched for contraband." "Our dogs smelled something and we have
reason to believe that you are carrying drugs on your person." "Stand up and go
over to the partition and disrobe while our female customs agent observes."
You were shocked and refused to do so.
He said, "There is no option, you will be searched here or in jail." If you
refuse you will be taken to another facility where we will do a forced strip
search and body cavity search." "That however, would be entirely unnecessary if
you cooperate right here!"
With those menacing weapons pointing in your face you decided to comply and
pursue revenge later. You stood and walked toward the far side of the room and
the female agent followed close behind.
Once behind the curtain you saw a long table against one wall and nothing else
in the area. The female agent spoke to you in a Hispanic dialect. "All your
clothing must be placed on the table, then you will stand facing away from the
table with your hands on the wall above your head."
Your hands began the frightening task of disrobing. First your shoes, socks,
then blouse, skirt. Finally when you were wearing only bra and panties while
this agent watched with penetrating interest. You started to turn your back
while your hand went behind you to remove the bra when the agent stated, "Keep
facing me, don't turn your back."
You had to removed the bra in full view of this other woman and when you did so,
out of the cups fell some white plastic packages. You watched as they dropped
onto the floor and the agent yelled to the others in the room. Her weapon was
again lifted and she said, "She's got drugs on her, come quickly."
You wanted to cover your now bare breasts as three men in uniform stormed behind
the partition. The woman said, "Look at the packages that fell on the floor,
they came from her bra!" You tried to speak but the men grabbed your hands and
pulled on you each going in another direction. Your breasts became exposed
immediately and you felt them flop around in full view of everyone. The female
agent stooped to pick-up the packages and placed them on the table in front of
you. Then she looked at you and spoke again. "These will be tested for
contraband, and if found you could be doing hard time here." "I will have the
men release your hands and you will remove your underwear next is that
understood?"
You looked around at the leering eyes of the men and when you met her eyes you
said, "Those are not mine, I don't know where they came from, and I will not
remove anymore clothing til these men will leave!"
One of the men spoke next, "You will remove your underwear now!" "Or we will
remove it for you." "Then you will have your cavity search!"
The men let go of your hands and they dropped heavily to your sides while you
felt humiliated and vulnerable with little or no choice in the matter.
The men stepped back and watched as your shaking hands pushed down on your
underwear. If you only had chosen less sexy clothing for the airplane trip, but
you never figured on something as this. When the panties got below your crotch
you looked down and saw more packages fall from within. You stammered, "Those
are not mine either." Then your panties slid completely down your legs. Before
righting yourself you felt your heavy breasts bounce, then when you stood up
your hands instinctively went to cover your pubes and breasts.
The female agent said, "Place your hands behind your head, now, and don't move
them until I tell you to!" You were beginning to become more afraid and unsure
of your situation so you complied, closing your eyes. The agents talked amongst
themselves about those packages and the female agent spoke again, "Come over
here and bend over the table." as she pointed to the flat surface.
You padded over and placed you hands on the smooth cold surface bending at the
hips, looking behind you at everyone. The agent pulled some rubber gloves from
her pockets and stretched them on, then swiftly placed her a hand on your back
and buttocks.
"I am going to search you inside now so don't resist." She stated. "If you move
then the men here will hold you spread on the floor until I finish understand?"
You nodded, terrified at what was about to happen. Then you felt that hand
penetrate your female lips and push deeply. You knew that your nipples responded
only form the sensation of penetration but that bothered you. The agent said
something and you felt her taking something from inside you. She came around to
your face and held two sopping wet plastic bags under your nose. They were
filled with white powder and smelled of you! She placed them on the table and
went back around behind you. This time she pushed into your poop chute and
throughout every second of her search you were moaning in agony. She stretched
you farther than you thought possible. Then she told you to stand up.
When you did, she took a pair of handcuffs and placed them on a wrist bringing
that arm swiftly toward the other behind you.
One of the male agents gathered the packets in a large plastic bag and departed.
The female agent said she would get a robe for you but that your clothing would
not be returned until tests had been done on the substances.
You argued your case about not knowing anything about those packages and about
having your rights violated much less your dignity but no-one seemed to mind you
and when the female agent came back she covered your shoulders with a garment
that buttoned only at the neck. It didn't do a very good job covering your pubic
area because your huge breasts held it open. The agent then told you to follow
her and she went around the other side of the partition into the large room. She
pointed at a chair and said, be seated. Then she left the room.
Here you sat exposed in front of these male agents who had replaced their
weapons in their holsters but their eyes watched you like voyeurs.
You had managed to cross your legs to hide your pubic hair but your breasts
still poked between the garment edges. The clothing rubbed your nipples making
sure they were fully erect. That bothered you, having your large nipples peeking
out at the men.
Sure enough, they must have noticed because one of them said, "Lady, you sure
got a bust that is impressive, and those nips couldn't get much harder could
they?"
You looked at him with hatred in your eyes and cussed, "You'll lose all your
jobs when this is over, you've made a terrible mistake."
"Lady, I ain't the one who had hidden packets on my person, and we have every
right to search you like this." He retorted.
Then as if to make a point he moved in front of you and pushed the garment off
your breasts, looking very close at your huge breasts. He got so close that you
felt his breath on your skin. You shied back but the chair stopped you and this
seemed to make him move closer.
His hand moved up and took the underside of your breast, lifting it upward until
he held it and then let it bounce down. He did the same to the other breast and
all eyes in the room watched it react the same way. Then his fingers and thumb
took your nipple and rolled it between them. He commented, "This is very hard."
"Are you excited lady?"
You tried to shake your mammary gland away from his fingers but he held tight
and you only managed to make his hand follow. His eyes met yours and he glared
as if he was in absolute control of you and said, "Lady I asked you a question,
are we making you excited?"
You replied, "No!" Then added, "You have no right to touch me like this!"
He grinned and said, "Lady, you left many of your rights in your country, and
others you lost when you landed here and carried controlled substances on your
person." "Stand UP," he shouted.
His hand pulled your nipple and you had little choice but to follow it as he
held tightly.
When you stood fully his hand pulled you away from the chair and you followed,
toward the partition. The other men followed close behind. He pulled you along
the wall next to the table and said, "Back up against the wall, and spread those
legs lady!" Then his hand left your nipple and went down between your legs. His
palm pushed on your labia and your felt the heat of it slide between your lips.
A finger touched your clitoris and made you jerk upward, turning your head as
you began to cry.
He said, "Lady in prison they'll make this very useful and those tits will be
your most precious asset." "A woman built like you can really make a lot of
people happy." His head leaned forward, his lips opening and taking a nipple
into his mouth, sucking hard. You felt his teeth graze it and tongue whirl it
around. You blushed in heat and embarrassment, knowing that your legs would
flood wetness from this horrible erotic touch.
He sucked deeper and deeper until his lips popped off the teat making it bounce
away. You wanted to faint but didn't. Then his hand moved around your pussy and
a finger pushed inside those lips. You were very wet and it slid inside easily.
This didn't go un-noticed and he commented to the other agents, "Feel this wet
pussy guys." He moved away and every man in the group pushed a finger into you
feeling your secretions. You almost lost your sanity but held on thinking that
before long someone would have to enter the room before you were raped.
Those men took turns touching, poking and pulling your nakedness. They never
removed the garment only pushing it aside which made you feel so vulnerable. For
a long time you had to stay leaning back against the cold hard wall while they
commented about your body.
Finally the door opened and all hands dropped away quickly when the female voice
was heard. "Charge her with possession and intent to distribute or sell!"
That shocked you, "I am not using nor am I selling anything," You screamed.
Two male agents held your arms while a third began reciting words from a card he
took out of his pocket. You heard nothing of what he said but realized that you
were in a world of shit right now!
The female agent then took the garment away and said, we've got to take a urine
and blood sample right away. Hold her still."
With two agents holding your handcuffed arms there wasn't much fight left in you
and they maneuvered you over to the table, and after sweeping all of your
clothing on the floor they boosted you up on your bare bottom. The table was
cold and hard and you were held nearly immobile except for your legs. These you
used to your advantage but the struggle was quickly ended when two more agents
grabbed your feet and held on tightly. The table was pulled a few feet from the
wall and the female guard positioned herself behind you and put a choke hold on
your neck.
"Stop struggling bitch, or I'll hold you til you lose consciousness." She
warned.
You stopped your fight and allowed the men to move your legs over the end of the
table and watched as they tied a rope around each ankle and then tied those to
the table legs.
When they had finished the men moved away and the agents on your arms did the
same.
The female agent said, "We will take blood from your arm unless you fight and
then we can easily use your leg or other vein." "We will also put a seat under
you and allow you to pee into it." "Now, are you going to fight?"
