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It was a hot summer day as we stepped off the airplane, excited for our vacation to end and for our airplane journey back home. My beautiful wife, Sarah, stood out in the airport crowd, as she always did, with her hourglass figure accentuated by a tight olive green shirt that straddled her generous cleavage. Half-unbuttoned, it tantalized, offering a glimpse of her plump areola and nipples peeking out.nnAs we navigated through the airport, Sarah's daring nature and love for skimpy clothes ensured she turned heads. Her shiny tight jeans hugged her curves, her big round booty swaying with each step. I couldn't help but gloat to myself, my stunning wife getting all the attention.nnBut our blissful reunion was about to take a humiliating turn. As we approached the security gate, metal detectors beeped, and a stern-faced officer stopped Sarah. "Ma'am, our screening device detected marijuana in your pockets."nnProvoked by her sensational looks, the officer and his colleagues ignored protocol. Instead of taking her to the security room, they decided to strip her on the spot. "She might have more hidden in her clothes or body," one of them smirked.nnSarah's protests fell on deaf ears as they tore off her clothes, leaving her totally exposed and vulnerable. Her large, firm breasts and wide, rounded hips were on full display, drawing an audience of airport passersby. Strangely, Sarah didn't resist much, her fiery personality subdued by the mortifying situation.nn"It seems these drug dealers need a lesson," the officer sneered. He forced Sarah to lean over the table, her ample buttocks splayed out as the men began to grope and fondle her. Some even started oiling her up, sliding their fingers into her asshole and pussy. I watched in horror as more and more people pulled out their phones to record the degradation of my wife.nnMeanwhile, the same guards grabbed me, finally answering my pleas to stop their torment of Sarah. "Look at this pathetic cuckold," they jeered as they stripped me naked too. "You think you can pass drugs by parading your whore?"nnThey_mocked and belittled me, slapping my buttocks and fingering my tight, virgin asshole. I felt myself becoming a sissy, meekly spreading my cheeks for them as they violated me further. My wife, too, was subjected to similar humiliation, her anal cavity and pussy relentlessly probed and penetrated.nnAs a crowd gathered, the guards announced, "We're taking these drug dealers to the police. But first, let's show them off around the airport." Handcuffed and naked, Sarah and I were paraded like livestock from gate to gate, our bodies still assaulted as onlookers gawked.nnIn my total subjugation, I felt myself bonding with these merciless men, craving their touch and abuse. When the police finally arrived, we were left trembling and covered in oil, Sarah's breasts still remarkably erect and her clit pulsing from the onslaught.nnAs we were hauled away in restraints, I couldn't help but wonder if this would be the start of a new lifestyle for us, one where we were forced to serve as sexual playthings for whoever pleased, our will subsumed beneath the cruel whims of those in power. Would my once proud wife surrender to her new master's demands? And would I, her devoted husband, enjoy being the obedient cuckold that would serve to satisfy her desires? Only time would tell as our descent into this dark world of degradation and depravity had only just begun.
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