Chapter 1

"I'm so glad we decided to require this trip."Agnes smiles up at her boyfriend as they walk in Bogotá's El Dorado International drome. It's grand and bustling with multitude, many of them tourists with bronze pelt and relaxed shoulders getting back to their regularly scheduled lifetime after a stay in Colombia.

David, Agnes'boyfriend, directs them throught baggage expedition, then the security line. Agnes is distracted by her phone up until the point that a grumpy-looking worker tells her to put it down and go through the detector.

"Miss, please hold by the side."She frows at the program line, but obeys. A family of 5 who were just behind her mountain pass through without being stopped. At least David seems to feature been held up as well.

"I apologize, missy, but you need to get with me for additional search."The employee seems adequately apologetic, but Agnes has never been stopped at an airport before.

"Is there something wrong ?"She inquires.

"Our scanner picked up on something, it's likely nix, but as protocol dictates, we must investigate."He explains.

Saint David is about to be let through when Agnes waves him.

"Can my boyfriend cum with, please ?"nervousness is making her palms sweaty, having her long-time partner with her would certainly help.

The security employee thinks for a bit, but nods, giving her a lowly, reassuring smile. Agnes explains the office to David in ready, whispered discussion, and is immediately comforted by his answer.

"This will hit a good story to tell your parents when we get back."He smiles.

A honest chronicle, indeed.

They are led to a vauntingly, busting department reserved for protection. There, constabulary and airport security seem to amalgamate, some uniforms blue while others are grayness. The employee - his name tag says Fernando A. - leads Agnes and her young man to a small-scale room hidden in a niche, drab and soulless looking, but filled with uniforms and bedraggled people who are likely passengers who were also pulled from their flights.

There's a personal credit line and Agnes'heart sinks. Their trajectory is supposed to go forth in less than an hour.

"Here we are, someone will be rightfulness with you and you should make your flight in time."Fernando smiles, but then is called to the side by a distaff colleague.

Agnes is distracted by a huge contraceptive method that takes most of the elbow room. Another scanner, she guesses, but at to the lowest degree the pipeline to go through that one seems to be fast. nearly the great unwashed exit the elbow room with an employee after going through, though she quickly posting that if the auto beep, the passengers are then led to a plain wooden door on one side of the room.

"Let's get this over with."

Agnes steps through, confident that there's nil she's hiding. To her consternation, the auto immediately sounds an incriminating tone.

"Follow me, Ma'am."She and St. David are led through the frightening wooden threshold. Inside, it's mostly police, a few airdrome security system and a couple of worried, nervous travelers.

One of which is down to his underclothing and leaning on a wall while a bored-looking cop feels him up.

"You can abide there and take off your clothing, Ma'am."An Amazonian-looking policewoman directs Agnes towards a turning point. There's a sheet on a hanger attached to the wall, but the natural covering it offers is pitiful as it barely hangs from maulers so old they look oxidized.

"This can't be redress, I'm not going to undress in nominal head of all these people."Agnes objection, but can't stop the cleaning woman from pushing her towards the dreaded corner.

David takes a whole tone towards her, but Agnes sees as he's stopped by a very magniloquent, bearded cop.

"Do you want to make your flight or not ?"The policewoman - her nametag says A. Gonzales - replies.

speculation I will just throw to suck it up… Agnes swallows her protest with difficulty. The way is chilly, air-conditioned, and her skin pebbles as it's revealed. She can sense the cleaning lady's center on her as she divests her overshirt, tankful top, shoes and dungaree. Worse, when she turns around to catch her young man's reassuring presence, she can see the whiskered cop looking as well. His eyes gleam with interest and she feels a slight sick.

"Against the paries, spread your legs."

Agnes obeys and does her best not to recoil away as she feels the police matron's large, rasping workforce pressing against her consistency. At least she still has underclothing on…

*

Fernando slips into the mysterious hunt way just in time to see the gringa he chose be molested by Gonzales. The char really knows what she's doing and watching this is 100 % worth wasting his work-break on. He pops a piece of gum in his back talk and leans against the back left box where he has a nearly-perfect view of the gringa's bare, pale, round ass as she trembles a little from the ignominy, pic and cold.

Gonzales makes sure to cup the charwoman between her peg nice and tight and Fernando's shaft twitches at the sight, beginning to rise. He tries to recollect the gringa's public figure from the passport… Was it Agatha ? No… Agnes, yes. She squeaks when Gonzales repeats the movement, harder, and Fernando refrains from smiling at the scene.

"I'm going to have to ask you to slay your underwear."His partner tells the lilliputian foreigner, who glances at her with encompassing eyes. She looks shock already, the poor thing.

"Why-why ? But I-I need to…"

"Either remove it now, or you will need to go to the post and do it there. Of course, that will mean losing your flight."

Such little conflict in her. nearly charwoman would protest some more, but maybe Gonzales height and size of it are more intimidating than Fernando thinks, because Agnes obeys. Fuck, does she take a nice little ass. Firm and beautifully fill out - either she has not bad genetics or spends some quality time in the gym every day. It jiggles just a little when Gonzales pushes the small-scale charwoman back against the wall.

Fernando is rock hard by now. He can't wait to escape somewhere and jerk off to this scene. For the moment, he relishes in the way the tiny girl milk sickness while Gonzales gets the basic-issue lubricating substance and modification gloves. He knows exactly what is coming and the prevision of it is making his chunk clench already.

"I'm going to proceed with an inner lookup. Try to bide relaxed and keep your legs open."She crouches behind the gringa, gloved hand glistening with lubricant.

"Internal whaaAAahT !"

Fernando will buy ten stave to Gonzales after this. The policewoman gave barely any admonition. She simply pushed a meaty asscheek to the side and pushed a finger inside the perfect-looking, flyspeck rosebud hidden by the foreigner's plentiful behind. And the way the girl squealed almost makes him think she never took anything up there before, which he knows is unbelievable. Pretty American little girl are whores, everyone knows that.

"Wh-what ahh are you do-doing ?"Agnes protestation weakly, moaning with each thrust and twist of Gonzales'thick finger's breadth probing in her asshole.

"Conducting the lookup, Ma'am. Did you try to smuggle any illegal gist out of the country ?"Even as she speaks, the policewoman works a second fingerbreadth inside the girl's tight hole.

"Aah-ah, no, no, please."It burns, badly, even with the lube so plentiful it's sliding down her thighs.

"Our scanners picked on a mass deep withing your rectum, Ma'am. I'm afraid I need to go over on it."Gonzales pushes a third finger in, merciless. The girl thigh-slapper, before desperately holding back the sound.

Fernando tears his eyes from the riveting shot just enough to verify that, yes, every undivided individual in the room is watching his partner ass-rape this random foreigner with lust in their optic. Including her swain, who has a very telling tent on his beige short. What a fucking wuss… Fernando would belt down someone before letting this happen to his girl. But he can allow in that watching this American taking it in the ass is not bothering him at all. Well, not in the bad sentiency, at least.

"My re-rectum ?"The information seems to not be registering right, by the way the girl just stares back at the policewoman, now 4 fingerbreadth deep in her ass, and does nothing.

"Yes. Should be just a little deeper. get hold of a deep breath, sweetheart."Her quality is as close to caring as she ever can be. Fernando guesses that being almost a hand-deep in someone's ass can really endear them to you, even if you are a inhuman bitch like Gonzales.

He stops breathing when it happens. Tucking her thumb with her other fingers, Gonzales makes a Pyrus communis figure with her hand and pushes against Agnes'struggling, now reddish kettle of fish. The miss screams again, this clip, long and loud, unable to declare back the speech sound at all. It must hurt like perdition. She's curt and slenderize, small and dainty-looking, long dark lock chamber cascading down her back in a distinctly womanly fashion, she's all delicate bender and flimsy limbs. And Gonzales'script is huge. The way it pushes the young woman's motherfucker undefended is repugnant, near insufferable. She might be tearing something, but somehow, that only makes the setting hotter.

Fernando's dick is throbbing, aching. Agnes cry pitifully, humiliated, exposed and in botheration. Gonzales is up to her wrist in her ass now, and she pushes forward. Fernando goes empty-headed with how hard he comes at the pot, without touching himself at all. Totally worth the mussy boxers, he thinks to himself.

"Ple-please, no, no, sstop, please !"He almost forgot the point of all of this, but luckily his partner didn't. She stands up, presumably to get a better slant, and briefly covers the outsider's body with hers. Then she pushes deeper in the girl, hard, wringing another pained thigh-slapper from her.

When she pulls away, her hand isn't up the young charwoman's anus anymore. Instead, it's holding a small packet entire of suspicious-looking powder and pills, covered with body-juice and lubricating substance. Agnes, or whoever that young lady is called, is about to get fucked a whole new way.

Chapter 2

Mixed prisons seemed like a great idea when Agnes heard about them in the news. A gradation forward towards gender equality and trans right hand. That's what was said and it seemed to throw mother wit at the time. Now, well… Now Agnes is a petite, young, passably female child who never committed a single criminal offence in her life and who is locked in a building along with crook, manslayer and raper, almost of which are males.

It means her daytime are scary and her night terrifying. Men touch her all the time. A slap on her ass, a squeeze on her titty, she even got pulled into a few unwanted osculation. The womanhood are no better. There are some who also seem to desire to harass her - on one of the communal shower, she was pushed against a wall and almost fingerfucked against her will in her very first day - and others who are jealous of the attention she's getting. Those have given her the stinky eye passel, but they seem leery of actually attacking her. Agnes seems too worthful as a sex doll to smash with fists and nails.

Nothing, however, has been as dire as this.

curtilage work. amend than knitting ? Probably. Less dangerous ? No. Turns out that a bath shift for their prison guard is sufficiency. Gunger, the local anesthetic Nazi gang leader wax of face tattoos takes it as his chance. He has Agnes'working jump shot ripped right down the eye and her face-down on the grease in one minute. He rips her panties apart and fists her hair.

"Hey girly, what do you opine a shovel dig will feel like when it's poking your tummy, uh ?"He presses the tip against her ass threateningly, but doesn't push it in.

Agnes blubbers, incoherent, Thomas More terrified than she has ever been in her lifespan. The shaft feels dry, unyielding and splintering even without military force applied. It will rip me apart, she thinks, desperate, it will kill me. She knows it will be a humiliating, excruciating death.

"Get the roll in the hay off of her."Luckily, individual interrupts before the threat can be carried through. She has never heard this voice before. It's rough and so low it's a growl.

Agnes feels the weight being pulled off of her. Doing her best to cover herself, she turns around and is surprised to see her Jesus. Brutus, the tranquillise titan of the prison house that all bunch seem to respect and result alone. For one good reason : he is Brobdingnagian. Over 7 foundation improbable and nearly as blanket, big hands and made of muscles. His peel is a benighted chocolate, smooth but also intimidating. Nonetheless, he keeps to himself mostly. Picks no fights with anyone and so, no one is slow enough to blame a combat with him.

Except this one. Before their safety is back, Brutus has Gunger and his goonies on the ground and groaning with broken bone. He helps Agnes up and takes off his shirt, giving it to her to track up.

"I don't have sex how to thank you."She tells him, tears in her eyes.

He gives her a surprisingly shy, sweetness smile.

"Stay close and I will protect you."He promises.

She does.

*

Their showtime time happens in the obliterate nook behind the court. He carries her because she's so lots smaller than him, and his cock in her twat feels a lot like being fisted by that policewoman did, it burns going in and unfold her beyond her demarcation. But Brutus is dense and gentle, he licked her to orgasm before and he spreads sweet-flavored, reassuring kisses on her face. When Agnes comes, the stretching of his shaft within her is so extreme it makes the clenching injury. Nonetheless, it's a delicious feeling.

*

"I-I'm just afraid, Bru, you're so big."Agnes defends herself, not wanting to trouble him but not unforced to give in to his regard, not this time.

"But you told me you have done it before, with your ex, right ?"Brutus, usually so sweet and understanding, seems as firm in this stance as she is.

"Once, and it was so uncomfortable we never did it again. He was also a foot smaller than you !"Agnes insists.

"Didn't a policewoman fist you ? Isn't that why you're here ?"His voice rises as he gets frustrated. For the first time since he saved her, Agnes takes a footprint back from him, afraid.

"And that was the worse pain I've ever felt, it was torture."Besides, the Amazonian police matron's clenched fist was still fragile and went in only half-way the length of Brutus'banging phallus, but Agnes thinks this might not be the winning disceptation."I'm sorry, baby, but I can't."

But Marcus Junius Brutus won't hear ‘ no'for an answer. He's not violent, to Agnes'relief. But what he does turns out to be even worse. Their adjacent mealtime, he deliberately sits away from her.

Agnes feels a hundred burning eye on her back. Suddenly, she's terrified all over again.

*

She limps down the corridor towards the library. Agnes finds him on his favored spot, hidden by the bookcases, sitting on the lone sofa at the dorsum, a Holy Writ in his grasp made comically small by his huge hands.

"Brutus…"She's crying."I'm so-sorry, so, sorry."She sobs pathetically.

The black man frowns, but doesn't unthaw as fasting as she hoped he would.

"What for ?"He asks.

"I should induce stood by you."Everything trauma. She got fingerfucked in the exhibitioner yesterday, got a whipping today, and she's afraid. Terrified. Gunger has been giving her flavour and yard work is tomorrow.

Agnes would rather the devil she knows, after all.

"You made your choice."His phonation is rough, hard. But there's some pursuit in his eyes, a little find hidden in his tone.

"I made the amiss choice !"She kneels near the couch."Please, I miss you."She grabs his mitt, brings it to her face."I will do anything, Bru."

He caresses her softly.

"Let's see about that."

*

The safety never interfere. No matter how many shrieking there are, unless it's a rebellion, they don't guardianship. That good afternoon, Marcus Junius Brutus directs her to his cellphone. It's right off the independent yard, surface and easily visible to all. the great unwashed walk by every other moment.

He kisses her roughly and throws her on his cot. Agnes knows what she has to do. Maybe there's some benignity left in him, because it seems like Marcus Junius Brutus is aiming just for a very populace vaginal sex, which they had many times already. But even as she's trembling with fear, Agnes gets the lubricating substance from under the tile she knows it's hidden.

"I'm ready, Bru."She tells him, her smile is unannealed.

He doesn't recount her she doesn't have to do this, because she does. Maybe he would be merciful today, but tomorrow he would involve it again and they would be back to square one. Better get it over with, she tries to comfort herself.

Agnes sucks him off first of all and tries her unspoiled not to cry. He's so vast she can not get anything past the very tip in her mouth, as much as she tries. She wasn't lying before, the fisting that got her in this spot was the worst pain she ever felt. When she and David messed around it hurt as well, and he had been gentle.

She only notices she's call when Brutus wipes her tears. Nonetheless, he spreads lube on his fingers, his cock and her. berth her on all Little Joe on the cot and works her asshole open. He goes slow at kickoff, but excitement quickly gets the safe of him, and he's fucking her with three fingerbreadth while she rallying cry and endeavor not to scream.

"I want you on top."He says, to her surprisal, then lies down on the small cot, cock standing up obscenely.

In a way, it's cruel. It's testing her resolve to go along her promise, do anything. Agnes kneels over him, he region her impertinence with big hands and she presses the head of his cock against her pocket-size cakehole. It's much more unmanageable to even get it to go in than she thought. Her muscles are tight and everything is slippery. He slides against her more than a duad of times.

That's when Marcus Junius Brutus gets impatient. He manhandles her into a prone attitude, ass up, lying on the cot. He covers her body with his and works three, then four finger's breadth in her diminutive rosebud. When he takes them out, he immediately pushes the head of his prick against her gaping hole.

"Bru-brutus, aahhh !"Agnes screams herself raw. It's like being impaled by a tree log, he feels so big and heavy inside her.

"Fuck baby, palpate so good."He mumbles his taste, but even as she struggles, he simply holds her in billet and get-up-and-go more.

Agnes cries out again, now sobbing. I have to choose it, take it… somebody goes by the cell and laughter. She refuses to unfold her eyes, because she knows there's an audience. Plus, everyone can channelize, and she can't stopover scream. She knows Brutus'cock isn't even middle in.

"Just a little more, baby."He promises. He's a liar.

With each thrust, he invades deeper in her gut. The sensation is completely alien and it lights up all of Agnes'danger sensors. He's rearranging her bowel, he could puncture or shoot something, could make her disenable. But the pain is mostly in her anus, the previously pissed ring of muscle burns like lava. Each poking drags against it, torturesome.

"Ple-please ! Please !"She doesn't even know what she's begging for, she just needs an outlet. Too much flavor, just too much.

And Brutus surprises her even now. He slips a hand under her torso and finds her clitoris in seconds. After so long, he knows her eubstance very well. Flickering, rubbing, circling, the pinch is exact, perfect, and it gets Agnes'twat drooling even as she's still screaming and crying in agony.

"cum for me, sweety, amount on, baby."He whispers against her ear, mercilessly driving his cock in and out of her petite, helpless trunk, his strong finger exacting a special blade of torture on her clitoris.

When Agnes comes, it's like an out-of-body experience. Her whole body seizes, her hearing goes deaf, the humankind goes dreary. She never knew extreme pleasance and unendurable botheration could live side-by-side like this. What a way to learn that lesson…

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