Date: Sat, 7 Jan 2012 12:22:29 +0000
From: Captain Sargasso <captsargasso@gmail.com>
Subject: Australia

AUSTRALIA by Captain Sargasso


This story is the property of the author. Do not publish or distribute this
story without permission from the author. Story copyright 2012 Captain
Sargasso.


F/F, Toys, Imprisonment


This is my first story, I welcome comments at captsargasso@gmail.com


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It was a different Cynthia who stood in line at customs in Sydney
International Airport. After 30 years of marriage to Bernard the love
was still strong but the passion was lacking. They hadn't made love
enthusiastically for years, and her 50 year old body ached for sexual
release. Cynthia found the idea of an affair unsavoury and the thought of
another man sharing her bed repulsive.

Bernard on the other hand seemed to be too preoccupied with the FT, golf
and his position at the bank to even consider cheating on his wife.
And so, recently Cynthia's mind had wandered to her days at Oxford,
where experimentation with her roommate Sarah both with inhalation
of mind altering substances and each other's beds. Both girls had
soon discovered boys and the bed sharing quickly ceased to interest
either of them.

It was on the Internet that such thoughts were given substance, as
Cynthia sought out things to spice up her masturbation sessions. Being
an educated woman, literary erotica turned her on far more than
pictures or videos. This in turn led to the discovery of forums for
like minded women, and Cynthia often climaxed in front of her laptop
with anonymous chat room partners.

These sessions only served to add to Cynthia's frustration, and she
yearned for a different, more physical experience. She felt awkward at
the idea of online dating, and just knew she wouldn't be able to hide
it from Bernard. One Sunday evening Cynthia stumbled on a forum which
was to take her experience to a whole new level.

After weeks of preparation Cynthia was ready. Bernard drove her to the
airport, having agreed surprisingly quickly to Cynthia taking a six
month sabbatical to travel around Australia. He was to join her for
the last two weeks of the trip in order to celebrate her 50th birthday
with her. The only thing he disapproved of was the loose fitting
tracksuit and UGG boots, but Cynthia had insisted that there was no
way she was spending so long on a plane in heels and smart clothes.

Cynthia looked around nervously at her fellow passengers in the queue.
This seemed easy, she didn't even have try to fake the nerves as the
forum had suggested. Cynthia was apprehensive enough about what she
was embarking on. Luckily she was wide awake and able to give her task
full attention.

Sleeping pills had been easy to come by from her expensive private
doctor, but the other substance less so. Again the forum had given
guidance. Following yet more guidance Cynthia regularly glanced at
where the security cameras were located, and made it obvious she was
trying not to make eye contact with the security staff.

Cynthia's turn eventually came and her heart skipped with excitement
as the burly male security directed her to one of the search tables.
'Shit' thought Cynthia as the table she approached was manned by a
girl who couldn't be more than 19 or 20. She was slightly built with
long blond hair and glasses framing her pretty young face. She was
several inches shorter than Cynthia and the Australian Customs uniform
looked at least a size to big for her.

The girl introduced herself as Agent Sophie and explained she was
going to search Cynthia's bags. The search concluded with a swab for
drugs and Sophie disappeared behind a screen. Cynthia's heart was
racing. What if it went wrong? What if she was actually sent to a real
jail for what she was doing?

As these thoughts spun through Cynthia's mind, Agent Sophie returned
with a grim look on her face. 'The swab has shown traces of Cocaine.
Can you explain that?' 'No', replied Cynthia as guiltily as she could
sound, and handed over her passport when requested. Agent Sophie
looked at Cynthia over her glasses as she discovered the $26 tucked
inside. 'I'm afraid we are going to have to detain you for a search in
order to confirm you are not carrying anything illegal.' Sophie
continued. 'OK' replied Cynthia nervously, still not convinced this
young girl could be anything to do with the organisation Cynthia hoped
to meet.

Cynthia was led by another large male security agent to a search cell,
Cynthia in one hand, her bags in the other. Despite her anxiety
Cynthia was beginning to get a thrill from being subjected to such
treatment in front of all these people.

The heavy steel door closed, leaving Cynthia alone with Agent Sophie.
'Well Cynthia, we seem to be in rather a pickle today' Sophie began,
removing her glasses and jacket with a mischievous smile. The girl was
cute, thought Cynthia, and she was developing quite a liking for the
soft high pitched accent of hers.

In the centre of the room was a stainless steel table, plain except
two red hand shapes on one side. Cynthia stood on this side facing
Sophie. The customs agent moved around to Cynthia's side. 'Hands and
feet' she instructed, pointing at the floor. Looking down Cynthia
noticed the red painted footprints on the floor. She obediently placed
her hands and feet on the shapes as Sophie moved behind her.

'Let's see what you're hiding', whispered Sophie into her ear as the
agent ran her hands up the sleeves of the tracksuit. At Cynthia's
shoulders the hands flattened and slowly slid down her back, sending
shivers down her spine and into her crotch. Sophie's hands moved round
to Cynthia's stomach and Sophie whispered 'someone's' been keeping in
shape' and moved her hands inside the loose fitting tracksuit top.
Sophie slipped under Cynthia's t-shirt, caressing her abdominals.

'Now my favourite part' continued Sophie, sliding her hands over
Cynthia's large pendulous breasts. Sophie's small hands explored the
expanse of soft flesh, paying attention to the nipples. Cynthia could
feel the girl's firm but much smaller breasts pressing into her back.
Cynthia moaned with pleasure.

Motherhood had swollen Cynthia's breasts to an E cup, but regular gym
sessions had kept them pert enough to make a woman half her age
jealous. She gasped with pleasure as Sophie continued her exploration.
Pinching the nipples, Sophie moved her hands downwards and slipped a
finger into each side of Cynthia's tracksuit bottoms. Squatting in one
movement, Sophie pulled the bottoms down, leaving her face level with
Cynthia's bottom.

By this time Cynthia's vulva had swollen with excitement and Cynthia
was conscious of both the moistness between her folds and the flesh
taught against her underwear. On arrival she had washed herself and
slipped on the agent provocateur underwear before joining the border
queue. Cynthia had also placed something not on but in herself.

Sophie leaned forward, pushing her nose into the gap at the top of
Cynthia's toned thighs. Caressing the smooth skin Sophie inhaled the
seductive musky aroma emanating from Cynthia's crotch. It was Sophie's
turn to moan with sexual desire as the scent filled her nostrils. She
slid her hand up in place of her nose and felt the soft fleshy warmth
bulging against Cynthia's black silk panties.

The panties were next to be removed and Sophie gazed at the hairless
bleached ring of muscle in front of her, a pair of moist labia hanging
beneath and forward of it. Cynthia's vagina was forced slightly open
due to her position, and Sophie sighed at the beautiful display of
womanhood barely inches from her face. What interested Sophie more
however was the unmistakable rubbery ring of latex hanging from the
exposed peachy sphincter.

'Oh dear!' exclaimed Sophie in mock surprise, and standing, pulled up
the underwear and tracksuit in one movement. She leaned in and
whispered seductively in Cynthia's ear 'I think this is a matter for
the police', and slapping Cynthia's tight behind, 'you have been a
naughty girl'. Cynthia moaned again at the way the 'naughty girl'
sounded, coming from the soft lips of this antipodean nymph.

Cynthia was again led by the male agent through a maze of corridors
into the depths of airport security. Her slick inner labia massaged
her swollen clit, making it hard to walk.

The new search cell was much bigger, and this one had a medical
examination table in the centre and several armchairs around the edge.
On arrival Sophie instructed Cynthia to 'assume the position' and she
willingly complied. 'I think we both know why you're here Cynthia,'
began Sophie, 'you should know we have very strict laws here, and the
penalty if you are caught attempting to smuggle drugs is imprisonment
without trial for six months at the Warratooga women's facility'. On
naming the prison a wry grin came across the young agents face.

Sophie moved round behind Cynthia and continued. 'But you'd like that
wouldn't you, you naughty girl?'. Sophie slowly pulled down Cynthia's
clothing, once again exposing a moist swollen vulva and well
maintained anal area. She now stood in front of Cynthia and removed
her glasses and jacket. 'All we need now is two police officers to
verify your crime and you're off to jail!'

Cynthia had not been this turned on for decades. Her whole body ached
for the touch of the small tanned girl stood in front of her, and it
felt like she was about to begin dripping juices onto the carpet
between her legs. Sophie continued the tease, slowly unbuttoning her
shirt, revealing a tanned chest and the hint of lacy cups supporting
an equally tanned pair of firm, smooth Australian 32 Cs.

The shirt finally unbuttoned revealed a perfectly flat tummy and
Sophie removed her skirt with a flourish. Hands on hips, she leaned
towards Cynthia. 'So this is why you came to Australia?', she laughed,
posing a variety of seductive positions.

Cynthia yearned with longing as she gazed at the vision of beauty in
front of her. Sophie had an athletic but not muscular build,
emphasised by a tan built up from regular visits to the beach. Her
underwear was a lacy balcony bra and matching bikini panties, covering
tight buttocks emphasised by shiny black heels. Her skin was a creamy
tanned from head to toe, and not a hint of hair was visible on her
entire body.

'I bet you'd do all manner of things to me?' teased Sophie, gazing at
Cynthia with deep emerald eyes. Cynthia moaned as her body trembled
with desire. 'So I'll give you a treat before I go' continued Sophie.
She reached behind and slowly unclasped her bra. It fell away
revealing the most perfect breasts Cynthia had ever seen. They didn't
really need the bra as the young supple orbs were perfectly pert,
sporting small brown areoles and hard nipples. Sophie gently cupped
them and teased her nipples with her fingers, moaning with pleasure.

Sophie's finally act was to slip a finger into her bikini briefs and
offer a moist musky finger to Cynthia. Cynthia sucked hungrily at the
finger, desperate for as much of the sweet nectar as she could get.
Her hips bucked and her body ached from the position she was stood in.
All too soon it was over; the finger pulled away, the rapidly dressed

Agent leaving a semi naked, horny as hell, Cynthia alone in the room.

After a few minutes two police women entered the room. In contrast to
Sophie both were late twenties, tall and had opted for a uniform a
size too small. One had black hair tightly tied in a bun and had sharp
feminine face reminiscent of Angelina Jolie. The other had a light
brown bob and was more heavily made up. Both were slender and well
muscled, with large breasts pressed up against their thin black
uniform shirts. They wore peaked baseball caps and carried long, gloss
black nightsticks. Cynthia suddenly felt very intimidated.

The brown haired cop moved behind Cynthia and her partner ordered 'see
what she's got Caitlin'. 'No worries Toni, came the reply from behind
Cynthia. She jumped as she felt a moist finger trace the outline of
her anus, sending hitherto unknown waves of pleasure through her body.
The finger continued to circle and press against the inner muscles.
Suddenly Cynthia felt her sphincter relax and the condom wrapped
parcel slid from her anus. She let out a guttural animal cry at the
feeling, shuddering on the brink of an orgasm.

Release was not to come and beads of sweat formed on Cynthia's
forehead. 'Please' she begged quietly, as Caitlin moved back to face
her, the rubbery package in hand.

'Well Mrs Cynthia', began Toni, 'with that little lot up your
backside, you're going straight to Warratooga. I'd say with a week for
every dollar you tried to bribe our associate you behind bars for six
months. But first we'd better check what else you've got on, or should
I say 'in' you.'

Toni drew her night stick slowly and walked around Cynthia, whilst
Caitlin pulled the tracksuit and t-shirt from Cynthia's torso. Caitlin
unclasped Cynthia's bra and began roughly groping her huge tits.
Cynthia moaned but was soon silenced by Caitlin's lips on her own, the
police officers tongue probing urgently into her mouth. Cynthia was
experiencing totally new sensations and levels of desire, none of her
previous lovers had ever engaged her with such enthusiastic sexual
activity.

As soon as Caitlin's tongue entered her mouth Cynthia felt the cool
glossy end of Toni's night stick press between her vulva, probing her
entrance. Her hips began to buck involuntarily and suddenly the
nightstick slipped up into her vagina. The sudden intrusion caused
Cynthia to break the kiss and moan loudly. This elicited a slap from
Caitlin who drew her stick and called Cynthia a dirty slut.

Cynthia loved being treated in this way, and it elevated her sexual
excitement to new levels. Her hips met the thrusts of Toni's stick and
soon her natural lubricant coated the inside of her thighs. In all her
years Cynthia had never come close to getting this wet.

As suddenly as it had entered the stick was withdrawn, and again
Cynthia begged 'please' in a quiet whimper. She felt the stick move
upwards towards her anus, and coated with juice it slipped easily
inside. Cynthia couldn't believe the new pleasures she was
experiencing, as she felt Caitlin's hand grab her hip and thrust her
stick into her eager gaping vaginal entrance.

Cynthia loved the feeling of being so filled in her private holes, and
the two cops massaged her insides through a volley of gruff abuse.
'Bitch' and 'whore' featured heavily and added to Cynthia's arousal.
The tips of the sticks massaged the membrane between vagina and anus
bringing Cynthia to the brink of orgasm. It began in her toes and the
wave of ecstasy was unlike anything she'd experienced and the force of
her orgasm ejected the intrusive probes from inside her. As the wave
hit her head the world went dark and she collapsed, sweating, in a
pool of her own juices.

Cynthia awoke, naked, strapped to a chair in the back of a police van.
Opposite her Toni and Caitlin were locked in a passionate orgy of
kissing and fondling. Toni's hand massaged Caitlin breast whilst hers
was making rapid movements in Toni's crotch through her open fly.
After a few minutes Toni tensed, broke the kiss and moaned 'fuck,
fuck, fuck'. The cops tidied themselves and glanced slyly at Cynthia,
well aware of the fact they'd been watched. Toni looked at the swollen
folds between Cynthia's legs and sniggered. Cynthia had become
aroused. But with her hands strapped down, wouldn't be relieving
herself soon.

It was early evening when they arrived at Warratooga. Cynthia heard
several sets of heavy metal gates slide open and closed as the van
stopped and started it's way through security. Under the glare of
spotlights Cynthia was dragged roughly out of the van by Toni and
Caitlin. They pulled her into a room marked processing and stood to
face her.

'Here's the rules girlie. Once you go through that door you ain't
coming back out for 6 months.' Explained Toni. 'There's no men allowed
in there and you must obey all the guards tell you. You share a room
with one other and should find plenty to keep yourself occupied. You
are to write a postcard provided each week to your family and you may
receive one visitor a month, for two hours in a private room. You're a
dirty fucking lesbian and will be treated as such. You knew what you
were getting into when you got on board that plane in London.'

The cops tone softened and Caitlin placed a friendly hand on Cynthia's
shoulder. 'You can back out now, pay the $5000 fine and be on your way
right now. Are you sure you want to do this?' All Cynthia could do was
nod, and received a warm embrace from Caitlin in response. 'Good luck'
she whispered.

Following this Toni kissed her passionately on the lips, the women's
eager tongues probing each others soft mouths. Cynthia was left
panting as Toni opened the heavy steel door. Stepping through, it
closed with a clang behind Cynthia. She turned and noted that there
was no way of opening the door from the inside. She was here. In less
than 24 hours she'd been teased, probed and experienced the strongest
orgasm of her life. Cynthia smiled to herself and stepped forward to
join the 78 other naked imprisoned women.



Cynthia was met by a dark south east Asian woman in her early twenties, who
addressed her in halting, accented English. `You come with me for bath, for
laser hair remove, then we give injection stop periods. You the collect
towel, bed line and free to go. Thank you.' The woman led Cynthia to a
clinical bathroom with a further two Asiatic women dress identically to the
first in white coats, long shirts shoes and nurses caps.



A bath was already drawn for Cynthia with lavender scented foam. She lay
back into the warm suds and three sets of fingers began to gently caress,
scrub and probe her body. Cynthia sighed in pleasure as her eyelids closed
and the smaller women went about their work. Her hair was washed twice and
conditioned, accompanied by an exquisite head massage. Fingers gently
probed into her vagina and anus, and the women even pulled back her
clitoral hood and gently cleaned inside. After several mini orgasms,
Cynthia was dried and ushered onto a clinical table.



The first Asian lady placed goggles over her eyes and Cynthia soon felt the
small hot flashed as the laser moved across her body. The woman was
obviously a trained professional  and treated Cynthia's  face, nipples,
legs, armpits, anus and vulva until not a single hair remained. A few
moments after the laser treatment finished Cynthia felt a sharp sting on
her arm as the hormones were administered which would delay her cycle for
the duration of her stay.



Cynthia removed the goggles and stood up, a little light headed. The woman
led her to a shelf where a folded set of towels and sheets awaited her.
`You get one more laser in six week, and then never hair again. If you get
period you see nurse and you get more injection. Thankyou.' The bustling
woman the ushered Cynthia through another steel door where a uniformed
guard awaited. Cynthia could just make out through the darkness the rows of
cells won two levels either side of a central area filled with tables and
other furniture.



Linen in hand Cynthia was led by the stocky but attractive woman to a cell,
where she was roughly pushed against the wall. Cynthia gasped as the
guard's fingers massaged her vulva until the y found her entrance. Cynthia
instantly became moistened by the aggressive act, and the guard's fingers
slipped in easily. After a few minutes the hand was removed and her breasts
were roughly fondled. Again Cynthia gasped, causing the guard to pull away
and smile at her. `You'll fit in her miss'. She told Cynthia as she walked
away.



The cell was sparsely furnished with two queen sized beds, wardrobe with
drawers, writing desk and toilet in one corner. A thin pale girl was
finishing making one of the beds. The cell door slid closed noisily and the
girl turned. She looked around 20 with short black hair, dark, inviting
eyes, and pouting red lips. She smiled as Cynthia took in the thin pale
body, with its small breasts, and bright red nipples. `Hi I'm Karen, 22,
from Canada,' the girl introduced herself. 'Cynthia', replied Cynthia,
stepping toward the girl.



Cynthia leant forward and kissed Karen, wrapping her arms around the girl,
pulling her against her huge chest. The girl responded and melted into
Cynthia's embrace. For the next few minutes their tongues intertwined,
eliciting moans and whimpers from both women. It seemed as if Karen's
entire breasts were erect, Cynthia loved the way the hard little cones
felt, poking into her own tits. Cynthia felt the familiar swelling between
her legs, her long inner labia moistening from inside her recently explored
vagina.



Cynthia lay back on the bed and pulled Karen beside her. Karen's eager hand
pushed down between Cynthia's legs and cupped the hot hairless vulva,
causing Cynthia to moan loudly. Karen took a large stiff nipple into her
mouth continuing the sexual onslaught, and slipped a finger either side of
Cynthia's engorged clit. Both women's hips began to writhe involuntarily as
Karen rubbed faster.



Karen slid up to sit astride one of Cynthia's muscular legs and Cynthia
could feel the wetness of her pussy. Continuing to rub Cynthia's clitoris
Karen began rubbing herself off on Cynthia's leg her leg and slipped two
fingers from her free hand into Cynthia. Karen worked more and more of her
fingers into the dripping channel, and having small hands, finally managed
to slip fully inside Cynthia. At that moment both women shuddered to
orgasm, Cynthia almost crushing Karen's hand and Karen releasing a surge of
fluid onto Cynthia's legs and the bed. Karen collapsed into Cynthia's
waiting cleavage and the women faded into sleep.



Cynthia was woken by a banging sound and turned to see a guard knocking
night stick against the cell bars. `Cynthia. Visitor', she called, sliding
open the door. Confused, Cynthia untangled herself from Karen and followed
the guard. Entering the visitor's room Cynthia was greeted with the back of
short blond woman wearing high heels and a long black coat. Cynthia's heart
began to pound as Sophie turned towards her and opened the coat, revealing
her sexy naked body underneath.



`Get over here; we've only got two hours!'



~THE END~