Held captive at the Border - Sex Stories

Held captive at the Border

My work as a Journalist took me to Upper and Lower Slobovia and as everyone knows it is not wise for a single young western woman to enter Lower Slobovia. It is well documented that the men of Lower Slobovia are a horny bunch and always on the hunt for a pretty young girl. I of course figured that as a Journalist I would be safe, they would not dare do anything to me because I was too important, or so I thought. Was I naive, yes, was I dumb, no, was I asking for it, some would say yes. It all started the day I arrived at the Border crossing into Lower Slobovia. I was driving a rental car with no air conditioning and it was unusually hot so I was wearing a revealing short summer dress to try and stay cool but it caught the attention of one of the Border Guards. I was instructed to park the car and come into the station to check my Passport and Visa. I didn't think there would be any issue but then I saw two more guards bringing in all my belongings and briefcase then started to go through it all. Some words were exchanged between them which I did not understand and the next thing I knew I was being e****ted down a hall to a detention room. I was left in there for some time until the three guards who had gone through my luggage came in and in broken English began accusing me of breaking all kinds of import laws. They were saying things to really scare me and I began to cry, at that point a senior official came in and told the others to leave. This man introduced himself as ...

... Peterov but said I could call him Peter for short, he didn't look like someone from Lower Slobovia and didn't have the accent, he explained that he was originally from the Netherlands. He went on to explain that some of the items that I was bringing into the country were actually considered contraband, and they have heavy penalties for them. I immediately started to apologize and beg forgiveness but he said the law is the law and there was nothing he could do. Again I broke down crying, begging for some other way to avoid jail time. Peter sat there rubbing his chin and then said, let me talk to my superiors and see if there is some other form of punishment that could be administered, with that he got up and left. The word punishment rang in my ears as I sat there alone in the stark room; I wondered what he meant by punishment. As I looked down at my short skirt and my bare legs I suddenly started to feel very vulnerable. I sat there for about an hour when Peter came back into the room and placed before me a confession to sign. He pointed out to me that if I signed the document and accepted the conditions of the punishment I would probably be released in two days but if I chose to go through the court system it could take up to a month and the result could actually be worse. I figured I had no choice but to sign the document and he agreed with me but I was stunned by the contents of the confession. I was to be punished by Peter plus the three guards and the method would be ...