Here’s another hot, kinky medical fetish story you won’t find if you only search from Amazon’s main page. The author of Strip-Searched, Gangbanged and Bred, Victoria Wessex, has this to say:
This is one of my all-time favorite stories, and I’m really annoyed it’s been filtered. It really is a no holds (or holes) barred journey into the dark side of authority. Uniforms? Check. Latex gloves snapped threateningly onto big, male hands? Check. Examination table, complete with stirrups? Check. Helpless young woman, all alone in a foreign country, in a white-tiled room with four burly customs guards who want to put this American ‘slut’ in her place? Check check check check check. It’s a generous length, too (15,000 words) and I think that if any of the above sounds like your sort of thing, then you’ll probably like this one. Have a read of the extract below and decide for yourself. And please, if you like it, leave a review!
More about the story: Melanie, a New York fashion journalist, finds herself helpless in the hands of four customs guards in the small, notoriously corrupt nation of San Relando. Her experience has been carefully arranged by her boyfriend Alex to fulfill her fantasies…but how far will the guards take things, and is it really just a game?
Warning: this 15,000 word story contains a strip search, humiliation, latex gloves, cavity searches, photography, examinations, oral and anal sex, gang bangs, bareback sex and breeding.
Enjoy this preview of this Amazon-filtered breeding erotica story!
They showed me into the examination room. It was all white tile, even the floor, like an operating theatre. I heard the door close behind us with a nasty little snickt.
There was a gynecologist’s examination table, with a padded top covered in dark blue vinyl. Some trolleys with equipment on. And along one wall a large, rectangular mirror: it must have been eight feet wide. I knew it was another two-way mirror, an observation room on the other side. I wondered who was watching.
‘Undress.’ Vesallo said.
I stood there in shock for a second. I’d expected a pat-down, not…. I turned to face them. My arm came up protectively, subconsciously I guess, over my breasts, even though I still had my clothes on.
‘You can’t–’ My voice broke and I had to swallow and try again. ‘It has to be women who do this. Female officers.’
Vesallo glanced at the other three. ‘Does it?’ he asked them. They shrugged and smiled. ‘No,’ he told me. ‘We don’t think it does.’
They all stared at me with a hungry look. The mood in the room changed. I could feel it: the rising male excitement. And deep inside me, I could feel the dark heat starting to build. My God – how far will this go?
I slowly took off my jacket. Just the action of shrugging it off my shoulders made my breasts jut out. The men were still remaining semi-professional, but I could see two of them smirk. Vesallo and the older guy remained stony-faced.
I laid the jacket on a chair and stood there in my blouse, trying not to think about how gauzy it was. The lights in the room were overhead fluorescents, blasting straight through the thin fabric. They could no doubt see my body outlined very nicely.
I raised my hands to the buttons of my blouse and started to work down them. Like a countdown: eight buttons until I’m in my bra. Seven. Six. My bra was on show, my light tan skin smooth. Five, four, and my breasts were heaving behind the curtains of my blouse as I sucked in my breath, trying not to hyperventilate. Three, two, one, and the sides of my blouse were flapping loosely. I pulled it off and draped it over the chair, feeling the chill air creep up my back as I stood there in my bra. It was white, plain and simple, but it contrasted with the delicate, tan I cultivated over the summer very nicely. I watched their eyes crawling over my breasts, full and ripe. I’m a C cup. One of them, the young guy, smirked and I felt myself blush at being displayed for them.
I undid the button on my skirt and fumbled with the zip, eventually freeing it. I had to wriggle it down over my hips, flushing at the way it made my breasts jiggle and sway. Then the thing was sliding down my bare legs. I picked it up and placed it on the growing pile on the chair, stepping out of my heels at the same time and onto the freezing tile floor. My panties matched the bra, simple white briefs, cut high on the hips. They felt minuscule, under the probing eyes of the men.
I stood there, in bra and panties. The silence built, all four of them letting their eyes roam over me. It was another watershed moment, the professionalism slipping away. I knew it was going to get worse, now, and the idea filled me with a sick dread even as the lust rose inside me.
Vesallo folded his arms. ‘I didn’t say stop,’ he told me.
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