Girlfriend, Mistress? Ch. 02

This is the THIRD PART of the story.

The FIRST PART was Girlfriend, Mistress? Ch.00

This story includes activities that may cross into some dark corners.

Remember that this is FICTION.

No people living or dead are being portrayed.

Everyone is 18 or over.

Thank you for reading!

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Sara did not like waiting in the airport, anywhere, by herself. But at least she was in the safest place - past security and still at the security checkpoint.

On the trip going to Las Vegas, for Mark to marry Karen, Karen was going off with security to undergo a strip search by security agents. Mark had to follow along. She had set off the metal detector with her padlocked chastity belt. They said this meant that there could be anything inside her. Which was bullshit. Like taking the bottles over 3 oz because the fluid could be so very flammable and then just randomly dumping them all together in one garbage can RIGHT next to their own location. Uh huh.

The machines that the government was using pointed out Sara's slight inflammation on her collar bone near her shoulder - and that was just a bite mark from having sex last night! But the agent using the machine pointed it out to her. No idea why... to tell her how good the machine was? To humiliate her? Because they were helping with her health? Far less likely.

Anyway, security would be able to see anything if there were anything to find. No way did they need a strip search once they found the chastity belt. But there is no way that they would not do one either. Sara knew how all this went ... as a paralegal she had seen so many of these stories cross her desk. It was all within the law as security in airports can do anything as long as they say it is in the interest of keeping the nation safe.

Security pulled Karen, the typically rounder, blonde American out of line.

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Suddenly, there was a rifle that was being held low but pointed towards Karen. It was not the most threatened that she had ever felt by a gun but instead of being pointed at the floor or the ceiling, it was now pointed at her. This was clearly not to scare her as it was less obvious. That does mean though, it was meant to actually be used if she did not follow their explicit directions.

Karen gulped as an agent used a wand over her to find out where the metal notification came from. Her slave bracelet went off. She was not sure if it was actually steel or if it was an alloy specifically designed TO set off metal detectors. Oh, and those magnetic alarms at stores sometimes also had metal detectors built in. Karen (and Sara, as her collar was made of the same metal) was less than amused. But they both just sighed. They could not change it. Neither item came off. Karen thought the chain that connected the bangle to the now, unremovable ring was also bound to set it off, anyway.

There was a K9 unit approaching. The dog, a pure black German Shepherd came stalking over, and started sniffing her cunt. The dog kept his head on her cunt and kept making noises. "Over here. Now." The agent with the dog, the agent with the gun, the dog, and a butch female agent all went behind a dark screen that covered the entrance to a 3 walled room with a one-way mirror for one of those walls. Karen joined them. Security treated the area like it was a private area. But the public passing by on the people movers could see everything happening inside. They had nothing else to do but watch while the conveyor belt moved them along like packages.

The butch agent informed Karen that the scan revealed the chastity belt covering Karen's cunt AND clit. "Take it off so we can properly inspect you!"

She did not like that idea; though, she would have removed it, if she could have! Karen blushed furiously, "I, um, can't. I do not have the key."

The (human half of the) K9 unit offered to get the bolt cutters. But Karen hurriedly explained, "No. No, no, no, no. Please. That is not necessary! My key holder was with me!"

"Who?"

"Was it voluntary?"

"Were you stuffed with contraband, illegal substances first?"

"Are you here of your own free will?????"

These questions came all at once from each of the different agents

"Woooaaaahhhh." Karen felt assaulted. She thought it might have been easier to take some slapping around, she was so overwhelmed by everything coming at her at once and the question of her own free will coming last.

She had to think about that one. It was her that agreed to everything but there were times that Mark's touch was definitely more akin to rape. So many times she said "no" and meant it - but her safeword (their safeword, same one for Sara) was "red." He had not gone that far yet. So she guessed she did not *really* mean no after all. She thought she had at the time. She guessed that might be why some people use "yellow." She never quite "got" yellow - who wants to make up their mind during a scene? Sex? whatever?

Own free will - yes, no? It was because she did not say no but she never said yes first. You figure it out for yourself. For her it was definitely of her own free will because ultimately she was in charge. She knew that a no in the very beginning or a red once it began stopped everything.

She gathered her mind and answered the " who" question first, "Retired Sergeant Mark Wiess. He was right behind me on line. Voluntary & of my free will, yes. Contraband, no."

"Then why?"

At that moment Mark walked in with another security agent but if you did not see the uniform or know the situation, you would not have been sure who had the upper hand (I. e. was holding the rifle) in the conversation. "Because we are getting married and that cunt should not cum for the week before the wedding. It cannot be a virgin again but it should be fresh."

Two of the security agents just blinked at each other. The butch laughed. The newest security agent that walked him in, kept the rifle pointed at Karen and laughed. The other two stared at the newest appearing cast of security agents.. "Is this fucker for real?"

Mark sat down. "Please do not refer to me as a fucker. I have earned greater respect, if only because the USA government that you work for, has said so." His voice was dangerous though he had taken no action other than to sit down. The canine half of the K9 team sat down at the same time.

"I apologize. Apparently so does Officer Maple." The rifle toting officer who had referred to Mark as a fucker stuck his chin out and noted the dog lying down by Karen. She was on the far side of what they were using as a room. There was a "casual" rifle across the front of Mark's legs where he was sitting. The idea was to keep Mark at the entrance area and away from touching Karen.

The agents that were there first looked toward the newcomer. He gave a quick nod.

"There is still the matter of a search since it was locked away from us..."

"Oh! Of course." Mark reached for the ball chain around his neck. "It is the smallest key on here." He was wearing his own dog tags (each was individually wrapped in black tape to keep them quiet). On the same chain, he wore a single tag, unwrapped, for Robert Wiess. Then there were 3 keys of 3 sizes.

The last agent in spoke barely above a whisper, leaning down to talk to Mark but his voice could be heard by everyone. "A search means that they will have to touch inside her." Unknown to Karen but clear to Mark, the rifle became even more of a barrier than it had been before. The first rifle in the room went to a more neutral position between the two civilians instead of pointing right at Karen alone.

Mark made a face that was so quickly wiped away, no one was quite able to fully clock what it was. His blank stare was back. He looked directly at Karen as he spoke. "Do whatever the hell you want to her but do not let her cum. She's been a 3 hole pleasure slave for a long time. I was trying to get that twat tightened back up for me to stretch out on our honeymoon. Since now I am going to Vegas to marry her so she can become a house slave and breeder with kids homeschooled and all. While we are on our honeymoon my mistress will have a week off of her own to get her twat tightened back up for me too. Can't make the whores virgins again but we sure can make the cunts a bit tighter."

"Mistress? You planned a mistress?"

"Actually, the soon-to-be mistress is the maid-of-honor since she introduced me to the wife."

"ENOUGH chatter! Let us proceed so that we can keep everyone on schedule." With that statement, the security agent of darker coloration stood holding Mark's key. "Stand up!" He unlocked Karen's chastity belt, leaving the key in the lock and the lock on the belt. He handed it backwards on a loose hand that was going to just drop it. Mark grabbed it before it hit the ground.

Without a word Karen just stood there. She stared into Mark's eyes.

The darker skinned hands grabbed Karen's pale hips. The contrast of the darker hands on the pale hips was exquisite. Mark took a picture when the agent said he didn't mind as long as it was only his hands. Yep, just his hands, and Karen's hips with extra skin that popped around his grip, like a bread dough being kneaded or an instant one coming out of the tubes that split open.

The agent had a strong grip on her hips. And getting stronger. His smaller hands made up for not being able to reach around the chubby hips by digging his fingers and the tips of his fingernails into the skin and meatiness underneath there. Karen moaned, whined, wiggled involuntarily. But she did not complain. She did not say anything. She did not try to get away. He suggestively slipped his hands in the direction he wanted her to go. "Bend over and touch the ground!" After Karen put her hands on the ground, another of the agents came up and kicked her hands off the ground. "They need to be on your ankles!"

Zip-ties that were used as handcuffs came out. These were used to keep Karen's left wrist and ankle together, same as the right. Then they were used to keep the left and right wrist together, same as the ankles. Now she didn't worry about trying to keep the shape they wanted. Karen felt degraded. She was not even really there. She let her mind go wandering. Everyone else (Mark and security) thought they did her a favor as now she could just relax against her restraints.

One of the security agents kept glancing oddly towards Mark. For his part, Mark was watching everything that happened to Karen. But every time he felt the weight of the security agent's eyes flicker, he would look at him. He was careful not to look with hard eyes or anything that could be considered submissive - not that Mark ever had the latter problem. "Set" One of the agents standing besides Karen's upturned ass relayed.

The one watching Mark and Mark both answered "execute" immediately. Then they looked at each other with an undefinable shifting of their eyes. There was a new understanding between them but the others weren't exactly sure what it was. They were not talking to each other, but they had stopped guarding against each other. In fact the rifle was now pointed at the ceiling and not between Mark and Karen at all.

"Set up all your girls?" The security agent who had warned him about the girl being touched internally, asked Mark. He was pretty sure from the quiet confidence and all the other things he was seeing that Mark was with the Army Special Forces (Green Berets) or the 75th Ranger Regiment, Marine Recon or Raiders, or a Navy SEAL.

"Only 3 years out. My other girls were all in-country." Mark knew a veteran when he heard one. Not only was he one, but that was all that he hired. He had a large building company. He hired a lot of them!

He had a feeling he was talking to another special operations school graduate. Now, which one?

"Ahh, good desperate slaves."

"Desperate families. Good girls." Mark corrected. He didn't like the other man's picture of the women overseas but couldn't exactly counter it too much, right now.

"Yeah, you could think of it that way." But he laughed. "FUBAR places and FUBAR people but we can help, right? Maybe a bit of American cock can help more than some of the bullets." The security agent thrust his junk forward while he said it.

Mark pegged him for a Green Beret. He shrugged. "Pretty sure it was in our oath. 'And to train or breed as many nationals as we can.' Right?" Obviously a joke but delivered completely deadpan. One of the security agents feeling up Karen laughed so hard that they spit on her back by accident. They almost apologized but caught themselves. This happened as they were getting ready to spit on her ass on purpose.

The original security agent that Mark was speaking to laughed, also. "Man I knew you took the same oath I did! Even if we were on different Teams." The agent let Mark know that he realized Mark was Special Forces, as well.

Mark gave the agent his card. "I only hire veterans but I bet I pay better than this place. I could use a little security but mostly I am a building company. I do everything from architecture to the completion of the building so let any vet know." Even while he was telling the security agent this, Mark was watching Karen. He could do all that bit by heart. He opened his business 3 years ago after all.

At the same time, two TSA agents proceeded to spit on Karen's upturned asshole. Karen whined with a high-pitch piggy squeal. Then the female agent entered her ass with her index, middle and ring finger, all at once. The 2 legs attached to the ass started shaking. The hands gripped her ankles harder, pulling her face up as far as she could, against her shins and wiping her tears on them. When you walked into the room, it really was an ass that you saw, not a person, at all.

"Mark is here" Karen kept repeating to herself. "He would not allow anything damaging to happen." Then she added, "I am not allowed to cum." But that turned her on more.

The other agent, with his just barely smaller hands than her hips, slid all of his fingertips together making a point. He immediately sunk them into Karen's bubbling cunt. It was so wet, so pulsating, so wanting.

Karen yelled,." Master Mark, pleeeeeaaaassssssssse I need."

"No, slut. You have no needs but to serve me and do what I say. You get married day after tomorrow. You will get off enough then. Unless you cum now. Then maybe you get tied up in the corner all week listening to Sara getting all the sex you were going to get on the honeymoon. I will knock you up with a turkey baster."

Karen shrieked and put her head straight down with her nose in the gap between her shins. She tried breathing deeply. But then ...

The security agent who had left fingerprint bruises all over her hips pulled his hand out completely.

"NO. DON'T! OW! STOP!"

Mark leaned forward. In a very quiet, calming voice, he asked "if it were me, if I were doing these things to you, and it wasn't security here, would you be using your safeword?"

Karen took a very deep breath. She started crying - it was such a reaction of pure release even though she was still standing folded over as if she were only half her height and just an ass and cunt on legs. Well, maybe she was. But if it were Mark, she would not be screaming like this. So, no, she would not be using a safeword. But she didn't think she was even capable of speaking any longer

She only shook her head.

Security made a fist with his finger curled inside. This really got the attention of the public breezing by and looking in. Obviously this guy was not going to punch anyone. Unless he likes breaking his thumb. Before he got very far, something caught him out of the corner of his eye. Being trained, it was pretty easy for him to tell, people were going back and forth across. The same people - just for entertainment's sake- watching the show.

He looked at Mark before using his fist. He got "the nod." Mark hooded his eyes briefly and put his chin down once. He knew what was coming. Karen didn't have a clue. That vaginal opening had not been breached at all for a full 6 days. So this will be a great stretch with no warm up.

The agent at her ass, did not add any additional size but did keep moving. He started to pull her asshole away towards her head.

The fist came straight down with force and gravity, directly into the small vaginal opening. It felt like trying to punch into a toothless, puckered mouth. It was not currently the right size or shape but it will be. As the first goes on, the hole begins to greedily swallow the wrist too. How much was this hungry whore going to take, because he would happily pull back and punch into this cervix all day long! "This wet sink hole, that doesn't want me in, screaming 'no', but now" he punched in again and again then tried to pull out, "greedily won't let me out at all. I need to reach every wall to make sure this damn pocket is empty when you board the plane. You do remember this is a search, right,? Most women don't scream so much when they get searched! We can charge you with resistance, you know."

Karen's sniffles sounded ugly Between her shins and her hair, no one had to look at her mottled snotty face while she stood that way, though. "Masssssssster"

"Shut. Up."

"All right, I think I reached the cervix and all the walls. I found no hint of drugs being in there."

The other agent now reached for a long, somewhat thin dildo made of clear magnifying glass. He shoved that into Karen's asshole while trying to look through it. "All seems clear here too."

Both men sighed.

The man watching Mark looked at him and said "Dry Hole."

Mark said in a very moderate tone "In one way. Perhaps you will clip all those zip-ties?"

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Sara had time to sit and think.

The marriage between Mark and Karen was her idea.

Karen had been seeing Mark for the past year.

Six months Mark saw Karen alone and Sara alone, mostly. He had time for each of them only because he ran his own business.

The next 6 months were easier on him - Sara felt like they were easier for her too. It felt more natural, less contrived. They did things with all three of them together. If they were not all involved, at least they were all invited. But it was good to learn immediately that sometimes you were not welcome. It was nothing personal. Having that come up later instead of first, would definitely have been more difficult. It led Sara to wonder if Mark had done this before. As she thought about Mark, she wondered instead, how often he had balanced what kinds of relationships. He had a very strange life, it seemed but he surely didn't talk about it much.

The first day that she brought Karen over for dinner, Sara was a bit nervous. Karen is a little chubby while Mark is still in shape despite his military career being at an end due to disability. Sara was not quite sure how that would be for his up close, every day personal relationship. She knew that he bore no prejudice in general as she had seen his relationship with Leigh, one of his two sisters who was a plus size woman.

Karen's energy is so playful and engaging. She was all the things that Sara was not. Yet, they liked many of the same things.

Sara had a little girl/Daddy relationship with Mark but also a burgeoning Master/slave dynamic. She was looking forward to Karen being a housewife to keep everything in order on the home front while she could go on vacations with her Daddy or Owner. She needed that mental vacation!

Their dinners together worked out well!

Very well, obviously.

Sara blushed while she remembered the flirting and activities after their dinners. Three way sex worked between them. Sara and Karen together was neither of the woman's preferred choice but Mark liked to watch (typical) and neither woman really minded at all, either.

Sara loved Karen's enormous breasts. Feasting on them. Holding them with two hands. Sucking, tugging on the nipple with her mouth. The little girl sometimes popped out here. It seemed that Karen would turn into a figure in her life but Daddy had not decided what figure. Was this to be a Mommy or a milk maid, wet nurse or a cow?

Karen was up for anything! She definitely wanted to be a Mommy - but she meant as an actual breeder. Karen had an IUD taken out 1 month before the wedding.

Mark insisted that she go into a chastity belt 1 week before the wedding because she had gone 3 weeks without getting pregnant. He was not going to have her get pregnant the week before the wedding and be sick on the honeymoon. Then as he thought about it, he realized how nice it would be to have a firmer cocksleeve available to him. So he made sure that there would be nothing going into the cunt for a week and no way for her to get off. The theory was that she would be tight and get off right away. So the chastity belt had to be complete with padlock and clit covering. It only had a solid metal mesh area to urinate through and an open area in the back. The entire front through to the perineum was inaccessible by even a single woman's finger.

Mark explained that Karen would be unlocked on their wedding bed, at the same time that Sara would be locked into her own chastity belt for the length of the honeymoon. He said that the honeymoon week was the only time that he would be spending with Karen alone. Sara had already had years to herself and would in the future get vacation time alone with Mark.

Back at the airport, Mark had a large smile on his face.

Karen was blushing, scarlet! Her clothing was still slightly disheveled and her hair "just not so." (She liked to say that her hair was "just so" on purpose.)

"C'mon, ladies, we have a plane to catch." Mark didn't stop for Sara to join them, nor did he stop for Karen to put herself back together, so to speak.

Sara tried to help Karen get her clothing back in order enough for her to be comfortable. Then both women walked fast, then faster, to catch up to Mark.

He led them outside. There was a private, charter plane waiting. The government did not perform any security checks for anyone getting into a private plane. Both women knew that. In fact, now they wondered how they even got through security without valid boarding passes or flight reservations. They both wondered loudly at Mark but he kept laughing as they settled into their seats and got ready for take off.

"Ladies, look at what you are holding. Those are valid boarding passes!"

Sara's sigh was huge.

"I ..." Karen looked between the two of them, "I don't understand. We have valid tickets on a commercial airliner just to get molested by security? And then we are taking a charter plane to Vegas?"

Sara looked into Karen's eyes. "See? You DO understand."