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Melody and I walked over to the terminal’s exit and headed towards the parked jet, her security trailing behind. Once we reached the staircase, she told her security to stay outside. Inside the jet, the pilots and flight attendants, however many she had, had already left.

The jet was pretty large. The inside comfortably fit two columns of large wide seats on either side with a few being turned the other direction and having tables in between them.

Melody sat on one side of a table, gesturing for me to sit across from her. The seats were nice and comfy, feeling like a plush leather sofa. After I sat, Melody crossed her arms on the black table and leaned forward, her eyes bearing down on me. “Since this is my plane, it’s only right I conduct security checks, don’t you agree?”

“…yes?” Are we role playing?

“A question? Are you questioning my authority?” Melody stood up, her head ever so slightly tilted to avoid hitting the plane ceiling, and glared down at me. Her dress felt a little out of place, but was easily ignored by her devilish face.

“N-No ma’am,” I muttered out sounding very suspicious, despite my attempt at a serious response.

She tsked and crossed her arms. “You’re probably wondering why I’m singling you out.”

Nope. Not at all. Please look at me all day.

“Well, that would be the box in your hand.” Melody walked out of her seat and into the aisle, then as I stared up terrified, she reached down and grabbed my left hand, raising it onto the table, my eyes following.

Unknowingly, I was gripping the box so tightly that I could see my white knuckles. I looked so guilty, I couldn’t resist smiling. I was so giddy!

Clearly, smiling was the wrong thing to do. Melody’s other hand, her right hand, grabbed my chin and turned it back up to her, then with a snarl, she shouted out, “What’s that smile for?!”

She abruptly let go and went back to her seat across the table, slamming her hands down onto it. “What’s in the box?”

“I don’t know,” I replied, intimidated. How is she so good at this? It feels so real. Her face had an intense snarl as she kept boring into her subject.

“What do you mean you don’t know?!” Melody slammed her hands again, exasperated. “What are you smuggling, criminal?”

“I really don’t know, ma’am!” I was desperate to answer but I didn’t know what to say. I felt so helpless. So helplessly wonderful.

“Fine, give me the key, now.” Melody started extending her hand, palm up, on the table, before her face was overtaken by a very out-of-character grin. She was horny. “Or we do this the hard way.”

“I… I don’t have the key,” I mumbled out. Why do I sound so apprehensive?! I’m telling the truth.

Melody shook her head in utter disappointment. “Wrong answer.”

But it’s your box! I feel so denied, void of all control and yet forced to ride along. Melody walked over to me again, and leaned down, whispering in my ear. “If I go too fast, let me know, okay?”

I nodded. Melody, do whatever the hell you want. I don’t think I’ll ever be stopping you.

“I want verbal agreement,” she insisted.

“Yes, Mistress,” I confirmed as her face lit up with a bright smile.

“Good kitty,” she whispered, then took a step backwards, switching back to her security persona and demanding, “Get on the table.”

How the frick do I get on the table?! I can’t stand, we’re in an airplane, I’ll hit the ceiling. Do I… get on all fours? But… then… either my butt faces the window, revealing myself to the world, or it faces Mistress, she’s already seen most of me but not this opening! Not with my body bent, opening up my holes…

“Faster!” she demanded, grabbing my arm and tossing the box away, onto her seat, then dropping my arm onto the table. Her strong grip urged me along and I attempted to climb up… somehow.

I stood up and carefully raised my left leg, my body facing the window, and slid it across the table, my right foot on its toes while my hands supported me on the table. I had to slightly tilt my entire body forward as I avoided hitting the ceiling.

Once it was reasonably across, I cautiously slid the rest of my body across the table, barely fitting, but managing to have only my feet hanging off the end, with my bottom pointing right toward Mistress. I hope that doesn’t annoy her, she didn’t specify direction, right?

“Pointing your ass toward me?” As I turned my head awkwardly to the side to try and get a look at her instead of the strangers outside the window, she placed a hand on my skirt and squeezed my butt. Reflexively, I moved forward a little and started… getting really horny. After that, Mistress spoke again. “I’ve never seen someone so eager for a search.”

She flipped my skirt up! My heart rate erupted at the exposure. My entire behind, all of my holes, all exposed… and probably dripping wet. Oh, god. I turned my head away from Mistress. Very bad decision. Now I was looking straight out a window. I could see a couple crews working in the distance… if they looked this way… 

“No undergarments?” Mistress tsked again and ran a finger up each leg, sending a tingle through me as she hit the back of my knee joint, then a little further up my thigh where her cold hands really started affecting me, all the way up until she was touching my butt. Then she hit the hem of my skirt and stopped. “A slut dripping this much ought to wear more.”

I turned my head again, looking straight at the table under me, trying to hide all my embarrassment. She was making fun of me… for doing what she told me to do! But I really am such a slut. I can’t believe I actually went out without panties. Both today and yesterday!

All the people I talked to, completely unaware. Speaking of… I tilted my head inwards more and with my heavy sweater hanging down, it was apparent I had no bra. I couldn’t quite see everything, but plenty was visible, and I could see all the way down to my hanging skirt, all lit up by the light shining in from the window.

Mistress was pacing back and forth just behind me, my skirt still flipped up, as she contemplated what to do to her little criminal. What punishments will you inflict on your prisoner today, warden? I want more!

“Hmm…” Mistress said, as she placed a hand on my bare right cheek and squeezed. “I think these holes need to be checked.”

Oh, no…

Her left hand gripped my left cheek and she squeezed that one as well, then pulled them apart. She was opening my ass. I swear my heart was literally beating out of my chest. Holy, shit, I feel so dirty. I can’t believe it. Mistress is staring into my gaping hole… it’s not even clean! Actually, she probably doesn’t see much… I can’t imagine it stretched very far. 

Still! It’s the thought that counts!

Oh, my god that’s so cringey. Justifying someone looking up my butthole. I kept looking down at the table, completely mystified by my own actions. Why am I so okay with this? Why do I want more?! “Please…”

Mistress let go of my ass and pulled my skirt back down on top of it, then walked around the table to her side, and crouched down by my head, “You okay, Scarlet?”

I looked up at her, with a red face and nervous smile. It was hard to believe my next words. “Please… more.”

She chuckled, then stood up, placing a hand on my back. “Of course, the investigation’s just started.”

She lightly pushed me sideways, and issued a command: “Turn over.”

I worked to turn myself onto my back, tilting myself right and laying on my arm as I spun. Mistress grabbed my torso and helped push me into position. The moment I was on my back, she grabbed the bottom of my sweater and pulled it all the way up over my face. “Not even a bra?”

With my vision blocked, my senses multiplied. I could feel her breath on my skin as she possibly leaned down. I was fairly sure I heard her sniffing, but I had no idea where. I hope I’m clean enough for her… I didn’t have a single clue what she would do next, but I was begging for it, I wanted it so so so so so much!

She placed her hands sideways, fingers pointing up toward my face, on my stomach, tickling me a little. The cold hands combined with her light teasing caused my legs to kick around and I found myself breathless from my giggles. I had absolutely no idea what she was thinking right now, I couldn’t see anything other than a little light shining through the sweater. 

Slowly, I felt her hands slide upwards, right below my boobs, where she cupped them and squeezed. She skillfully avoided my nipples, going all around and teasing my entire breast yet never even glancing by those little buds and after a billion years of teasing, she moved them away, straight back down my body and said, “Feels real…”

I was so desperate now. I wanted her to touch me, touch me everywhere. This was exactly the scene I had imagined last night, but oh my god I didn’t think it would feel this freaking good. I can’t believe it happened so soon either! I totally thought she was just going to have me lift my skirt for her, then flash my boobs, then give me that box or whatever, but man this is way better.

Her hands rested on my belly for a while, probably contemplating the next investigation, and eventually she had decided. I was really hoping she would probe one very specific hole, but unfortunately, my dreams were not met. Her hands disappeared and I soon felt her pulling my sweater back down.

As I laid there, my legs hanging off the table, Mistress leaned over me, right over my face, and stared down. “Open wide.”

I opened my mouth and her left hand hovered above with a flashlight, where she got that I have no idea, but I felt crazy. Quite a bit more naughty than a dentist appointment. Mistress continued shining down, and after being unable to find her special cavity, she introduced her right hand, grabbing the tip of my extended tongue and pulling it around.

As she tugged around my face, she lowered her head even further, thoroughly examining the underside of my tongue, the sides of my cheeks, and everywhere she could. I felt completely at her mercy, her slave, her prisoner, being searched for the contraband she knew I had. Although I didn’t have the key. 

It just made it even better. Knowing I couldn’t end this no matter what. Completely exposed, humiliated, helpless… She let go of my tongue and I pulled it back into my mouth, stretching my jaw around a little.

Mistress crossed her arms and looked down at me, then slowly rolled her eyes down my body. “Surely it’s not in that hole?”

I replied honestly, but my exhaustion hid it all away, making it sound more like a plea. “I don’t have the key.”

Mistress released her pose and sat back down on her seat. “I guess I’ll believe you for now.”

No… no no no no… more, I want more! Please. My face clearly displayed my emotions, as I turned sideways and gave her the largest, cutest, weakest, pleading eyes I possibly could. But as much as I persisted, she just giggled. “Oh, my horny kitty, climb off the table.”

I reluctantly followed her instructions, returning to my seat. So cruel… so so cruel… 

There was one thing I was very curious about though, seeing as I wouldn’t be getting my release quite yet. “What’s in the box?”