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Amanda’s Training – bdsm bondage Sex Story

Amanda was in a state of near panic when she got a message that her mother was gravely ill and she should visit her immediately. Whoever sent the message had bought her airline tickets and must have had her American passport number, for nothing stopped her immediate response. She quickly packed a small carry-on bag and decided to wear a comfortable black suit, jacket and pants, with comfortable shoes and cotton underwear. It was said in �Accidental Tourist� that one should travel with a black suit in case one is invited to a funeral. Now that wasn’t just a joke.

The flights from Gatwick to Dulles and on to St. Louis were long and tiring. She worried about her mother, and she couldn’t sleep on the crowded planes. When she finally cleared the drug sniffing Rockys at Lambert Field, it had been about 30 hours since she had slept. As she exited the terminal, she expected a family member to pick her up, but instead there was uniformed driver holding a sign with her name on it. He took her bag and helped her into a black Mercedes car. He was not very articulate in English, and she never could find out who had sent him, but she had no choice. Her parents lived at Fort Leonard Wood, halfway across the state, and a car was the only practical way to get there. Once they were on an interstate highway, Amanda fell asleep.

She woke when the driver stopped in a circular drive in front of an imposing house in the country. Amanda had never seen it before and wondered why they stopped there. Was her mother in some sort of nursing home or hospice? The driver deposited her bag on the driveway and left, so she had no choice but to go to the house. At the imposing front door, a uniformed butler took her purse and bag and led her down a hall to a small room. There she was met by three men in suits and a middle-aged woman in some sort of uniform, like a doctor or nurse. The woman was clearly in charge.

�What is your name?� she asked. Amanda told her. �And your address in the UK?� Amanda gave her the expected address.

�Who are you? Where is my mother? Is she all right?� asked Amanda. For a second she wondered if this place was a funeral home, if her mother was already dead!

�Think of us as a branch of Homeland Security. Intelligence agents have marked you as a person of interest, and you will be required to assist us in our investigations. Your mother, by the way, is all right and still living with your father. The message was a ruse to get you onto US soil for interrogation. Now give me your jacket.� Amanda hesitated. Her jacket pockets held her money and her passport. �Now,� said the woman, �you will obey all orders without hesitation.� Amanda slid the jacket off over her arms and one of the men took it. �Take off the rest of your clothing, right down to the skin.� Again Amanda hesitated. What was this, a strip search?Could they make her disrobe in front of three strange men? Her unspoken question was answered when a high voltage stun gun was pressed against her just above her navel. She screamed in pain, a burning pain, and doubled over as her abdominal muscles cramped tight. As she picked herself up off the floor, tears streaming down her cheeks, she knew these people were determined to get her cooperation. She took off her shoes and footsies, unbuttoned her blouse and removed it, then loosened her pants and stepped out of them, standing there in only her bra and panties. She saw the men staring intently at her, and she was afraid and embarrassed. �To the skin,� reminded the woman. Amanda reluctantly removed her bra and panties. One of the men took all her clothing, while the others escorted her, stark naked, to another room.

This room was more like a clinic. The woman measured Amanda’s height, at five-eight a bit more than average, and weighed her. 145 pounds was not excessive for a woman of her curvy proportions. The chill air conditioning made Amanda’s nipples stand out from her large breasts. The examination continued with blood pressure, heart rate, peering into her eyes and ears and throat, and drawing blood, the usual quick medical examination. Then the men held Amanda face down against a table, mashing her breasts against the top and exposing her vulva and anus to easy observation. The woman kicked Amanda’s feet a part, and she slipped a lubricated, gloved finger into the frightened woman’s vagina, swirling it around, then using two and three fingers. Then, worse, she invaded Amanda’s anus, forcing a finger deep into her rectum and again moving it around inside. Amanda could hardly believe this was happening, not in the United States, �the land of the free.� �OK,� said the woman, �pack her up for shipment.�

The men taped Amanda’s wrists to her elbows, so her folded arms pushed her big breasts upward and inward. One copped a quick feel and remarked, �They are natural.�

Then they bent her forward over the table again and woman slipped a lubricated butt plug into Amanda’s vagina. �That will keep the messy stuff out.� She forced a somewhat bigger butt plug into Amanda’s rectum. Fortunately, Amanda tried to relax, as if she were taking a dump. They packed gauze pads between her legs and pulled the panties up, compressing the gauze against her labia and forcing her cheeks apart. They used tape liberally to make sure nothing could come loose. Then they taped her thighs together and her ankles, so she could not move except to bend her knees a bit. They lifted her up and placed her on her back in a coffin, as if for burial, and Amanda nearly freaked out, started screaming, but they gagged her with a rubber penis gag, secured with straps. �The phallic gag is hollow and will be connected to a bag of water, so if you get thirsty, you have only to suck on it.� One of the men snickered and said something about giving head, and then the lid was closed, leaving Amanda in darkness, unable to move, almost like being buried alive.

She felt the coffin being carried out and placed in a vehicle, a truck or van. The air was a bit stuffy, but she could breathe. The plugs and gauze pads in her crotch were distracting, but not painful. She kept telling herself to calm down, counting to a hundred over and over. She seemed in no immediate danger; they were not piling dirt on the lid of the coffin. She kept reminding herself, do not worry about things you can do nothing to change. Finally, she fell into a troubled sleep. At one point she wakened and felt as if she were in an airplane. She sucked on the gag and wet herself, for it was a long journey, but, except for the claustrophobia of being in a coffin, she could manage. At least her mother wasn’t going to die anytime soon. But what was in store for herself?

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