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Mary's
Summer Camp Adventures - Chapter 23
Neither teen
had ever been on an airplane before, and the experience made the trip seem much
shorter than it was. When they landed in New York, they discovered that their
flight to Munich wasn't due to leave for another six hours. Expect for the
small overnight bags they carried, everything else had been checked through to
their final destination. After wandering from one terminal to another to kill
time and take in the sights and sounds of this busy place, they decided to
enter the passengers-only area in hopes of meeting others on their way to the
convocation.
They had no
experience with the security check-in procedure, had no luggage or proof of
any, and could not produce a roundtrip ticket, since the return trip ticket was
being held by the organization running the convocation. To make matters worse,
the manifest of passengers for their flight had not yet been entered into the
computers at the airport. Although they did not realize it, they had become
passengers of interest to the airport security people.
After taking
off their shoes and putting them, along with their handbags, into the bins
provided for them, the two neophytes attempted to go through the metal
detectors with disastrous consequences. Lights blinked and a number of
"friendly" security people converged on the pair. They were asked to
remove any metal from their persons and try to pass through once again. More
lights blinked and even more security personnel appeared. The two teens were
marched to the side of the queue trying to get past this hurdle and onto their
flights.
Two large,
hard-faced women carrying metal wands approached the pair and ordered them to
spread their arms out and open their legs so they could be electronically
screened for metal. It should be noted that all the teens were currently
wearing consisted of shorts and stretch tops that called attention to what was
beneath. Every place the wands were
passed yielded squeaks, squawks and growls, which upset the teenagers no end,
but seemed to make the screeners happy.
When they also
began running their hands over Mary and Agnes, the pair got flustered and
started yelling for help. This only created more animosity on the part of the
people tasked with saving the nation's airline passengers from such terrorist
weapons as shoe bombs, liquid explosives, box cutters, boy scout knives and
psychotic flight attendants dedicated to making any trip as harrowing as
humanly possible.
Things were
now totally out of hand. The security foks were of the opinion that they had
just intercepted a pair of terrorists, a new breed made to look like white
people that spoke the American language fluently. A hurried conference led to
the pair being marched under guard to another room well off the normal pathways
used by passengers. Waiting for them was a trio of security personnel who
appeared to be of higher rank than those they had encountered previously. They
were stunned when the apparent leader of the bunch ordered them to remove all
their clothing and place it in the bins provided so it could be examined for
traces of bomb material, drugs or radioactivity.
Without
warning the teens were restrained, hands cuffed behind their backs and hoods
placed over their heads. They now found themselves totally at the mercy of
these strange, ignorant representatives of some government bureaucracy that
they never knew existed until they got on an airplane. Mary sighed to herself
when she heard them talk.
"I want a
full cavity search for openers and then bring in the stomach pump and the high
colonic machine if necessary. The portable X-ray equipment is being transported
from Terminal 4 for our use as well. Start the tape recorders and make sure the
video cameras are working so we have plenty of hard evidence for their indictment and subsequent
trial by whatever form of military tribunal that is ruled legal by the Supreme
Court."
Agnes lost it
and began blubbering and bawling like a little lost child, yelling that she
wasn't a terrorist but a servant of god headed for an assembly in Germany. That
revelation seemed to get the security people even more excited. Mary winced as
she heard them breathlessly discussing the fact that some of the original
aircraft highjackers came here via Germany. In this little room the witch hunt
was in full swing and she and her friend Agnes were the targets of opportunity.
Mary was
pushed forward roughly until she made contact with the table she had remembered
noticing when they were hustled into the room. The next thing she knew was
somehow they had lifted her onto the table and were fitting her feet into some
type of stirrups that made her thighs spread wide. She remembered the pelvic
examination she had received after her adventures last summer and hoped this
was not to be a repeat of that particular ordeal. She was wrong, it was and
with even more force and less understanding of what should be done under these
circumstances.
The moment the
straps were tightened until she moaned from the pain, the teen knew these
people had no experience in doing anything like this. Mary Katherine Gallagher
was going to be their guinea pig. She heard the snap of a rubber glove being
donned by one of them; she hoped it was at least one of the women, no such
luck! A deep male voice cursed just as a bolt of pain lanced through the
entrance to Mary's birth canal. He had tried to insert something, probably a
speculum, without lubricating it.
She arched her
back and tried to escape the precarious position into which they had put her.
Again the pain and this time she felt something inside her pussy give way with
a soft pop. She was bleeding and they hadn't even gotten more than an inch or
so past the mouth of her cunt. Mary got confirmation as a woman's voice shouted
that blood was coming out of her twat. That made the teenager nauseous, and she
had to fight the urge to vomit. She heard some shouting and cursing before
something was pushed into her bleeding box that burned like fury; evidently
something to stop the bleeding.
Another
nameless individual took the place of the first butcher, but he was little
better. The speculum was rudely shoved into her sore twat and ratcheted open
until she thought her cunt lips were going to tear from the stress. Something
metallic was now probing inside her vagina, moving from one side to the other,
now and then scraping away the mucous membrane protecting and lubricating her
birth canal.
She cried out
in pain as the one examining her insides slipped and dug the probe into the
wall of her cunt. From a distance she heard him comment that she was clean as a
whistle, which gave her hope that this terrible treatment was about to end.
Then the hair on the back of her neck rose as she heard the next set of instructions
given to whoever was doing the actual examining.
"OK let's
take a look at her asshole, and be quick about it, we have plenty of other
tests to make before we can make a definitive evaluation of this potential
terrorist."
Mary gritted
her teeth as someone tried to insert something into her tight anal passageway
causing her great pain. Twice, whatever it was, rammed against her tough
sphincter muscle without gaining entry. She heard mutterings and then felt a
sharp pain as on the third try it drew blood and once more there was cursing
and yelling as she bled onto the table. Fortuntely for the teen at his time a
technician qualified to operate the stomach pump and high colonic machine
arrived with the equipment.
He quickly
took control of the situation, explaining to the security people about
lubricants and why they were needed. Noting the relatively large amount of
blood flowing from her damaged anal passageway, he recommended strongly that
pumping her stomach and perhaps giving her a high colonic would provide much
more information about what, if anything, was hidden in her body. Despite some
grumbling, his suggestions were accepted and put into practice.
However poor
Agnes was to replace Mary on the table because she was being moved to another
platform for the new procedures they were preparing to run on her. The only
break Agnes received was that the speculum and other instruments that woud be
introduced into her body would be lubricated, increasing the odds that she
would not suffer the same type of bleeding that poor Mary endured.
To get Mary to
swallow the tubing required for pumping out her stomach they had to remove the
hood, giving her a chance to observe everything that was going on in this
relatively small room. It seemed that every square foot of the area was
occupied either by a table, machine or security personnel. Mary watched as one
of the female security people yanked
Agnes' cunt lips wide so that the large, lubricated, metal speculum could be
inserted deep inside her vagina. There were a few muffled cries from the girl,
but no evidence that the insertion had caused her any harm.
Every time the
instrument was widened, Agnes responded with a shrill scream. Mary was so
engrossed watching what was happening to her best friend that she had almost no
difficulty swallowing the clear plastic tubing that the technician fed into her
throat. He was most impressed by her ability to ingest it without any
discomfort, and made sure that the security chief knew this. The heavy set man,
his gut hanging over his trousers,leaned over and whispered to the teen. She
cringed at what he said to her.
"You may
look American, but I know you aren't. I just know that as soon as this little
gizmo starts emptying your terrorist belly we'll find all sorts of
incriminating evidence. Then little Abdula or whatever your terrorist name is, I will have your hot ass
and it won't be pleasant what I do to it before we turn you over to the
military for interrogation. Maybe they'll send you to Gitmo so you can service
our troops when the CIA guys aren't yanking out your fingernails and toenails
or sticking soldering irons up your asshole and that filthy twat you seem to
love exposing to all sorts of deviates and fellow terrorists."
A much louder
scream from the direction of Agnes captured Mary's attention to the irritation
of the fat security chief. The speculum had been opened to the limit of her
pelvic arch and one of the females was working her tiny hand past the ring of
steel so she could palpitate the teen's vagina, and search for contraband such
as weapons, explosives or whatever stupid thing they thought was hidden in her
private place. Mary didn't even hear the switch being thrown on the small pump
attached to the tubing that had snaked down into her belly. However what
happened next got her full attention.
Initially she
felt sick to her stomach and then she tried to reject the wiggling tube as it
carried the contents of her stomach into a catch basin. Security people hovered
over the metal container to see what was hidden in her stomach. They were
doomed to disappointment, for what was collected was foul smelling and in a
state of chemical decomposition that made it impossible to determine what it
had been or was now. One thing was certain, nothing that came through that
wiggling plastic tubing was solid. The tech's call that it looked normal to him
brought clenched jaws and disgusted looks to their collective faces.
Moments later
the woman who was probing Agnes announced that except for some strange bumps on
the walls of the teen's twat, she was clean. Now everyone except the tech and
the two teens was in an uproar. The chief was bound and determined to get
something of substance from these two "terrorists". Deep down inside,
his considerable gut told him they were terrorists. They had to be and he was
going to break them, one way or another. He ordered his people to make damned
sure that they stretched Agnes' butthole as far as it would go and get someone
in there who knew what they were looking for.
He glanced
down at Mary who was having a hard time now that her stomach was empty and yet
the vacuum hose was still suctioning away at its lining, causing terrible pain.
He gave Mary an evil grin and innocently asked the tech if there was another
speed that the pump could be run at. The white coated fellow understood all to
well what he wanted and nodded. The chief said "Well?" and the tech
changed speeds to high and watched dispassionately as Mary's face started to turn
red and her bare body thrashed against the leather straps holding her down to
the table.
(
To be continued - lex ludite )
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