I hadnt thought about airport security. 

what should it matter that there was a little brass lock over my CB3000? would it set off an Alarm?

I flew into Mexico from Canada. I was meeting an older woman who wanted me caged until she was ready to use me. Nor problem getting on the plane.

So I flew into Mexico City. Big airport. I spotted a metal detector in front of me. Why they had the detector set up for going out of the airport, instead of in, I don't know, but when I stepped into the arch, the alarm sounded.

Oh, NO! 

They ran a wand over me and, sure enough, it buzzed when it reached my crotch.

"sir, please come this way."

The security lady was in her 50’s nice body, beautiful brown skin. She was very commanding in her uniform, she had a way that even if she had asked instead of commanded, I would have followed her whereever she led me.

I entered a small room with no windows, or mirrors-one way or otherwise-and only one door. There were two chairs, one on either side of one of those nondescript green topped tables. And there was a pretty but overweight security Lady waiting. She looking strong and dangerous. I was feeling a bit nervous.

"Sir, do you have anything on you that would set off the metal detector?"

"Um, yes Ma’am." They both watched me with piercing, bleak eyes.

"We don't have a male officer available right now." The chubby one had a hard, no nonsense voice. She had hard features and she didn't sound too friendly. The sweat was pouring off me like I was standing in a shower. “Just tell us what is going on.”

“Well its kind of embarrassing I guess.” The security gals exchanged looks, there was a subtle message in that look that I couldn't quite pick up.

"Well, uh... have you ever heard of a CB3000?" I felt the air in the room change. I felt the delicious conspiracy between the two gals arise. A smile came over their hard faces.

she licked her lips, and I could swear she heaved her bosoms, "are you saying you're wearing a chastity device?" 

"Yes. I am." I felt relief. She knew what it was, I was going to skate out of here. I was going to go on my merry way and... her next words dashed that hope."You realize, of course, that we are going to ascertain, for a fact, that you are, indeed, wearing a male chastity device. Teresa? Could you secure the door?"

The Strong one moved behind me, and I heard the lock click.

"Now then, Take your shorts off.” I looked at both of them in the eyes, they were much taller and commanding then I was. I was a small femme teenager, all alone and completely at their mercy.

I was wearing red low rise converse, no socks, very small, faded, reveling cut off denim shorts. I was not wearing underwear, and I had a yellow tank top and my back pack.

I turned bright red She was smiling, but it was not a request; it was a command.

I slipped out of my shoes. Then I undid the buckle, zipped down, and removed my Shorts.

And your Shirt. Blushing over my whole body, I pulled off my shirt. There I was complately naked except for my chastity device.

"Cavity search," came from Teresa.

A cavity search? What??

Yet, I was weakened by mortification, easy meat for their predatory natures.

“Oh don’t worry, we are pros at this It will be quick and painless, Just lean forward, put your hands on the table. I'll talk you through it."

Tears welled up in my eyes, and I leaned forward and placed my hands on the table.

She leaned forward, placed her hands upon mine, Her lips were inches from me, and when she spoke her breath was soft and gentle on me. She locked onto my eyes, She was more gorgeous than anyone I had seen before.

"I think he is ready." she said.

Teresa moved behind me. I felt her checking out my CB, turning, twisting it, then, an odd sensation, and I glanced down.

She had placed a rubber on the whole thing.

A rubber?

I was in such a state of shock... things were happening too fast...

"hey, my name is Kylie, its ok. Just relax.” she whispered to me, and her voice stilled, or least kept down, the rise of panic within me. "If you'll just spread your legs?"

I did so. I was engulfed by Kylie's blue eyes. For being capable of such bleak looks, she had such blue, blue eyes. And such red lips.And that long brown hair reaching to her bulging breasts.

I felt coldness on my anus, and I jerked. "There, there. She's just making sure that you're lubricated. Teresa doesn't want it to hurt, do you Teresa." 

"Nope," and there was a throatiness in Teresa's voice that made me pause. There was a sexual orientation happening here, and I didn't understand it.

"And you don't want us to hurt you, do you, ?"

I tried to say something, but could only gulp. I swallowed and shook my head.

"Now Teresa is going to insert a finger-don't worry-she always wears rubber gloves-and inspect you."

As she inserted a digit into my ass my legs trembled and shook.

"I know this is hard. Are you finding anything, Teresa?"

"I don't know. There's something... "

She touched my prostate.

Some people aren't anal. Some people are. Apparently, I was.

An explosion of nerves, a white hot heat. A groan.

My legs shivered and turned into noodles.

I closed my eyes, then, shocked by my response, opened them.

Kylie watched me, her lips were so close, so full, so wet with desire.

Desire?

My mouth was open in shock. I was sure that Teresa had inserted more than one finger in me, and I could feel her tapping my prostate.

"There, there, boy." Kylie soothed. She leaned forward and put her tongue out. She actually licked my lips. "It'll be over soon."

I was making grunting sounds, and my whole ass felt aflame with pleasure.

Teresa slithered her fingers, slid them in and out, reamed my ring, tapped the prostate remorselessly.

She kissed me lightly, brushed her red lips over mine, her breath entered into me.

I was aware that my dick was hurting, that it was swelling... with no place to go.

Kylie's tongue entered my mouth. the sensations rippling through me moved me, made me kiss her back without complaint.

Kylie drew her head back. "How's he doing?"

"He had a lot."

Kylie looked at me. "Storing it up Hmmm?”

I moaned, groaned.

Teresa took her fingers out of my ass. Detached the rubber.

I slumped, unable to think, hardly even aware that I was. Such heavenly pleasure... such bliss... I had never known.

"One last thing to do, boy."

I didn't even look up. "What?" My voice was soft, slurred.

From behind me, Teresa's voice: "This."

I felt something long and hard enter me.

For a confused second, my brain exploding with sensations, I thought a dildo had been rammed up my ass!

Then, I realized: nightstick.

Oh, my god!

I struggled, yet I was impaled. The woman was strong, and Kylie held my wrists, and Teresa began to saw in and out.

I saw stars. There was pain at first, but not much... for she had done an excellent job of preparing me, of loosening me up. I was enjoying it.

And Kylie, once it was obvious that I was thoroughly and helplessly pinned, kissed me.

Oh, she kissed me. She had educated lips, and she used that education on me.

I stopped struggling. There just didn't seem to be any point.

Tears streamed down my cheeks, and, at last, Teresa withdrew.

Oh, the vacant sensation between my buttocks. I wanted more.

Kylie stopped kissing me.

Kylie leaned back, "You can get dressed now."

Shamed, abused-yet pleasured-I stood up. Signs of my struggle in the shape of sweat marks and tears were all across the table.

I put on my pants. Buttoned my shirt. Tears flowed down my face the whole while.

The two woman watched, it was obvious that they were holding back smiles, and when I was fully dressed, Kylie cleared her throat.

I didn't even speak; I was beyond speech; I just looked at her.

"If you want to get out of here... ."

Teresa came around the table and looked at me. She had a big smirky smile plastered across her chubby features, and she was holding a rubber filled with gism.

My load.

My big load.

"What?" I managed. My tears did little to mask my confusion.

"If you want to get out of here, then you have to swallow the... evidence."

what choice did I have? Me raped by two women. Enjoys it more than anything.

if I didn't swallow it, I was sure, by the expressions on their faces, that they would call for help. And honestly I wanted to swallow it. I wanted that hot gob of Jizz in my mouth, I wanted to see them Smiking at me.

I took the rubber, put my mouth to the open end, and tilted. Smooth, slick goo slid down my throat.

I heard them giggle. As I swallowed it. “You have been a very good boy” they Said.

I stifled my tears, walked out of the room and, as the door closed behind me, I heard their laughter.

I walked through the terminal in a daze. Teresa had used lots of lubricant, and I was a walking wet spot.

I told my Aunt about it in Mexico City. She smiled and held me in her arms.

Patient, her lips pursing slightly, She said, "And now you know how it feels to be a girl."

I couldn't believe her attitude. "But they fucked my ass? me! And then... then they made me... drink it!"

“ how could you understand you are a woman.” I said

Her lips writhed, there was something coming to the surface here.

her lips were now contorting, twisting, and her eyes were twitching in uncontrolled blinks.

"And now you are, too."

And she burst into laughter.

I was in shock. My mouth dropped open. My eyes were wide. My whole face felt like a stiff sheet of plywood.

"Oh, the look on your face. 'I've was fucked!'" she mocked me, duplicating my voice, even lowering hers so that she sounded exactly like me.