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Linda Flies Naked
By the Bitchfinder General
Synopsis: Following a recent terrorist scare triggered by a woman wearing the niqab, the government introduces a new law that all female travellers must be strip searched before being allowed to board planes, boats, trains or coaches. With her usual bad luck, Lind is sent to fly to Germany on business by her employers. Not only is she publicly strip searched but ends up having to spend the entire flight naked!
Linda Flies Naked
By the Bitchfinder General
Linda Marshall was not at all happy when the call came from her boss. She'd managed to work her way up to a position as sales manager of an import and export business. Today, though, Linda's thoughts were dark. At 24 years old she thought she'd finally put her chequered, embarrassing and often painful past behind her. Now it looked as if things were about to go wrong for her yet again.
Mr. Green had called her into his office and given her what in normal circumstances would have been brilliant news. Now, though, it was anything BUT welcome.
'Sit down, Linda,' he said. 'I need you to go to Germany and conclude a big deal for us. It's literally millions we're talking about here and if you can clinch it I'll give you a bonus of half a million.'
Linda's eyes almost swam at the thought of that much money. On the other hand, he'd said Germany, hadn't he? That meant travelling abroad and...
Oh God, thought Linda, I'll have to be strip searched. Just when I thought I'd put all that stuff behind me for good.
'How would you want me to travel, sir?'
'First class jet to Munich, of course.'
'And when do you want me to fly?'
'Tomorrow morning. Pack your things and get ready to depart. We've already bought your airline ticket and booked your hotel accommodation. The meeting's scheduled to last a week. Don't let us down, Linda. We NEED this deal.'
'Yes, of course, sir. I'll make sure we get it.'
'Any questions?'
Linda hesitated for a moment and then finally said what was on her mind.
'Excuse me, sir, but don't the new travel regulations mean that I'll have to be - well, strip searched?'
Mr. Green smiled at her, dismissing her concerns.
'Well, I'm afraid they do, but of course we can't afford to take any risks. After that woman wearing a niqab managed to hide a bomb underneath it which could have killed hundreds of people the government's made security a top priority. For the time being at least every woman traveller has to be strip searched. It's nothing personal, Linda. After all, you've got nothing to hide, have you?'
In more ways than one when I have to strip off for them and be searched, thought Linda sourly.
'No, sir,' she said reluctantly. 'I suppose there's no other way?'
'No, there isn't,' he told her. 'Don't worry, it will only take a few minutes and then you'll be on your way and able to conclude this big deal for us!'
'And what about the German end, sir? Will I have to be strip-searched again?'
'I'm not sure what the German regulations are, to be honest. I know that it's the British government that introduced them for all incoming and outgoing travellers but I've no idea if the German government has followed their example.'
Linda could do nothing but hope for the best. She resigned herself to yet another session of enforced nudity and humiliation.
'Do you have the details of the contract you want me to pitch, sir?' she asked, trying to concentrate on the forthcoming job to take her mind of the approaching ordeal.
'Yes, I've got all the paperwork here,' he smiled. 'Read it at your leisure. Take the rest of the day off and prepare to make the pitch of your life! You've got a busy day tomorrow and then a busy week of tough negotiations ahead.'
'Yes, sir,' said Linda. 'I'll get ready for tomorrow.'
Then she left the office and went home. She took a leisurely bath and sorted out her wardrobe. She was determined to wear her most businesslike outfits for the week of negotiations and she didn't want to make any mistakes. It was going to be hard enough just submitting to yet another enforced strip-search.
Linda arrived at Aldminster Airport and prepared to check in her baggage. She looked around the airport and saw, without any great surprise, that all the security guards on duty seemed to be male. Typical, she thought, any excuse to perv on us girls!
Then an announcement blared out over the loudspeaker. Although she'd been expecting it after the warning from Mr. Green, to hear the actual words still came as a shock to her.
'In the light of recent security threats from female terrorists,' it said, 'the government has requested airports, ports, the Channel Tunnel and all other points of entry and exit to and from Britain to conduct intensive security operations. It is therefore necessary for the protection of passengers for all female travellers to be strip searched by security guards at the airport. All females will be screened, frisked, strip searched and given a full body cavity search by the guards. Any refusal to co-operate with this procedure by a female will result in her immediate arrest and may lead to further sanctions against her. Male passengers will NOT be required to submit to these emergency security measures.'
Typical, thought Linda angrily. I suppose it's going to be my turn soon. She looked around the airport and saw the line of passengers waiting to board the plane for Munich. There seemed to be about a hundred in total and about 80 of them were men so they'd get off scot-free. The guards started looking around and quickly separated out the 20 girls for their forthcoming ordeal. Linda noticed that of the twenty other women, only around six were attractive. The other fourteen would probably get a cursory examination and be waved through quickly. By contrast, the good looking girls - including Linda herself - would almost certainly be given a thorough, slow, intimate and humiliating 'search' by the male guards.
Linda noted that there were ten 'security guards' on duty. She looked at their faces to try and see which, if any, might be slightly less bad than the others. None of them gave her any hope.
At last, it was her turn. The process began in the usual way with her being ordered to place her handbag and personal items in a plastic tray. She was then told to walk through a scanner. At once the alarm sounded, and, considering that the same thing had happened to every one of the attractive females, Linda was convinced that the device was deliberately rigged in some way.
A burly male guard immediately approached her and spoke to her roughly.
'You're setting off the security alarm,' he said. 'Hold your hands above your head and spread your legs wide apart while I scan you with my portable scanner.'
Bitter experience had taught her there was no point in fighting or even protesting. Meekly she stood in front of him, raised her arms above her head and spread her legs wide apart.
'OK, stay there and shut up while I scan you,' he said.
Linda did as she was told and this time he ran his scanner across her whole body. She was not at all surprised to hear the scanner 'beeping' when it approached the regions of her breasts, her backside and her vagina.
'Have to take a closer look,' he told her, a slight smile spreading slowly across his face. 'If it still makes a noise I'll need to make a more thorough investigation.'
Linda had no doubts that his scanner WOULD make a noise. Sure enough, the scanner beeped in exactly the same three places that it had before.
'OK, this time I'm going to press it right up against the areas the noise is coming from,' he said.
Oh for God's sake, thought Linda. Why doesn't he just strip search me and get it over with? She was beginning to get angry now. This pretence of 'scanning' her was almost more humiliating than just being forced to strip naked and to submit to his invasive exploration of her intimate areas.
He pressed the scanner really hard against her breasts, bottom and vagina and once again the instrument beeped.
'I'm going to pat you down manually,' he told her.
'Oh for Christ's sake!' Linda exploded. 'Why don't you just strip search me and get it over with? You know that's how it's going to end up so why do you have to humiliate me like this as well?'
He gave her a sharp look when he said that.
'I'm only doing my job,' he said. 'Most terrorists are women nowadays so we have to be careful. Just shut up and let me pat you down before I decide to have you arrested.'
Linda swallowed hard and shut up. Thanks to her outburst, she'd also drawn the attention of a few other security guards and she didn't like the looks on their faces at all. Not for the first time in her life, Linda cursed her hasty temper.
'Sorry,' she said, trying to pacify him. 'I didn't mean to be rude. Please just do your job and I won't cause any more trouble, I promise.'
'You'd better not,' he said sternly. 'Protecting passengers is a very important duty.'
'Yes, of course it is and I'm very sorry for my rudeness. Thank you for helping to protect us all from terrorism.'
When she HAD to, Linda could crawl with the best of them. The trouble was that she hated doing it and no matter how hard she tried it always sounded insincere.
He patted her down in as invasive and even insulting a way as possible. Linda flushed slightly but didn't react.
'OK, take off your clothes now,' he ordered. 'Do it slowly so you don't get time to hide anything from me.'
'Yes, sir,' said Linda quickly.
But her outburst had not gone unnoticed. Suddenly she found herself surrounded by another four male guards, all glaring sternly at her.
Even though she performed a slow and elaborate strip tease as the first guard had commanded her, the other guys looked unhappy with her performance. Most likely they didn't like her attitude but whatever, Linda had the nasty feeling things were about to get a lot worse for her.
They made her raise her hands above her head and turn around. Linda obeyed meekly in spite of the cold fury that burned within her. Then the guard patted her behind gently, following up his initial 'examination' with a couple of hard swots!
Then Linda was ordered to spread her legs. She did as she was told and the guard dug his fingers in to her exposed pussy. The guard fondled, groped, squeezed, pinched and finally bit her breasts and nipples, all pretence of a 'search' abandoned in all but name. Then he got to work on her vagina.
'What do you think?' asked one of the other guards. 'Shall we make the bitch come?'
'Naw, I reckon it's more fun if we just tease her snatch a bit. I'm sure I can find something there if I look hard enough!'
Then he produced a packet of white powder which he pretended to have drawn out from her vagina.
'Little druggie whore!' he laughed. 'Well, what are we going to do about you? We could call the police and have you locked up in jail. Or we could come to some more - unofficial arrangement.'
Linda fumed but she knew that she was helpless against the power of the guards.
'Sir, I'll do anything you want,' she said desperately.
'Anything?'
'Anything at all, sir.'
'Hm, I'll have to give it some thought,' he said. 'Normally we have a zero tolerance policy when it comes to druggies but I suppose we COULD make an exception in your case. If you're nice to us, that is.'
'I WILL be nice, sir. I'll be nice to ALL you fine gentlemen,' said a desperate Linda.
'OK, this is what's going to happen,' said the guard. 'We're about to go on our breaks now so our colleagues can carry on processing the rest of the passengers. You, come with us. We'll see if we can work something out.'
'Thank you, sir,' said Linda, fighting back a mixture of tears and anger.
They led her off to an office at the back of the check-in area.
'What's your name, girl?'
'Linda Marshall, sir.'
'Well, Linda, let's see what we can do. Would you be willing to take a spanking from all of us on your bare bum as a punishment for your crime?'
'Yes, please, sir,' said Linda. 'I'd be happy to do that.'
The guard who'd stopped her originally turned to his colleagues.
'Take her stuff away and put it in a locker for the time being. We've got plenty of time before we need to let her get on the plane.'
So Linda submitted to being spanked quite hard by five burly young men. Then one of them looked at his watch.
'The plane is due to leave in about twenty minutes,' he said. 'Here's your hand luggage.'
'What about my clothes?' Linda asked. 'You put them in your locker.'
'Oh yes, so I did,' he smiled. 'I'm afraid there's a twelve-hour time delay on the lock so unless you want to miss your flight you'll just have to get on the plane naked!'
Oh God, why does it always happen to ME, thought Linda?
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