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Nation of the Futas: FutaCity International Airport

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FutaCity International Airport​

Built twenty years ago, the FutaCity International Airport is the main source of transport in and out of the island nation.​

The airport serves as the main entranceway to the nation. But it should be known that non-futas entering the country are often met with......difficulty at immigration.​
 
Sophia paced through the halls of the airport her black boots clicking on the floors as she continued her afternoon patrol of the east wing of terminals. Being the main way into the country the airport was heavily patrolled at all times by armed guards and dogs looking for anything that didn't belong in the country. Sophia knew first hand that this was truly the only safe place for her kind as not even the most remote location on earth was safe. With her previous training it was the only job Sophia wanted as her parents had both been ex military in Russia and passed down the training onto their daughter knowing she would have a hard time in life and would be unable to receive proper training as the screening process was more strict now. The guards were divided into two teams one handling illegal items such as drugs and animals, these guards were less armed but had a well trained dog at their side. The second division was the more fun assignment as it dealt with the human traffic, and keeping the peace in the terminals. But their main job was to pull aside the normies, who for some reason wanted to try and enter the nation. Most were allowed in though only after a long interview to make sure they were here for peaceful reasons and would obey and accept the futas as the ruling class.

Her lunch brake had just ended and the head officer handed Sophia to dossiers for two normies who were expected to becoming into the the east terminal soon. She stood up fixing her tan sweater that hung tightly on her chest. Before leaving the guard room she put her beret back on as well as sliding her gun and knife back into place on her cameo pants. She made her way to the gate their plane was arriving at. She stood her hands crossed under her chest as her eyes glancing over the crowd as she waited for the plane to land. She had a cold feel to her and with her serious face most passerby tended to stay out of her way even if they were futas or cunt bois. She took her job seriously though did have to admit it came with nice benefits, but it wasn't enough to make her forget or forgive what happened to her. No she still hated men the most and regular females were only slightly better in her eyes mostly due to her mother being a normal girl.
 
It had been a back achingly long flight from New York to FutaNation, the massive 747 had men, women and futas all crammed together like sardines. Though it was noted that first class was damn near all exclusively futa. It didn't bother Mike much, just wasting hours of his life gazing at the tiny movie screen on the headrest in front of him, the engines softly humming in the background, now and then an air hostess dropping off some alcohol. Overall though, the 12 or so hours on the aircraft were dull. Though he did sit next to a rather lovely redhead who was intending to study at FCU.

Eventually they taxxied to the finely designed gate and hundreds of people flowed from the plane, many of the other normal people being tourists and not being subjected to the same immigration standards.

"Now...Can you think of where this woman will be?" He asked his fiery haired companion. Standing head and shoulders over the rest of the crowd, his tan boots adding an extra few inches, jeans and a black dress shirt left untucked and sleeves rolled up completing his rather unrefined look.

He knew an immigration officer would turn up eventually. They'd been warned by letter before they had left. The challenge now was to just find her...His knowledge on the country quite limited already, but he was betting on experience alone that he could either bluff or blagg his way in with his 'charm'.

It was a country of chicks with dicks...They'd be easy to charm...right?
 
The wide-eyed young woman walked off the plane, a large backpack on her back and pulling a decently sized rolling luggage behind her. She had a long pixie cut in her red hair, and green eyes looked out through thin black frames. A black band shirt on her top, and a black and white short skirt below that went about mid-thigh. Converse sneakers finished her outfit. Fiona was nervous, or more accurately, anxious. This was all new to her, this country and travelling so far. Aside from a couple family vacations, she hadn't really left the state of her birth, and never been outside of the country. So, it was all new experiences for her. Flying was a little jarring, but the man next to her had been very nice, chatty, and helpful. Mike, his name was, aiming to be someone important in the country, politics or something. From what she knew, it was mostly futas that ran things here, but it was impressive to see his ambition, coming here with little and aiming for the top. She had goals, for now it was just attempting to make waves at the university, do what she could. The technology program here was pretty renowned, the fact that she'd gotten in was already very exciting for her. Scholarships, from what she could find, very rarely went to the standard gendered people of other countries.

The arrivals all came out into the terminal, being funneled into customs and immigration. Mostly tourists or returning residents, there were some going for another line. New residents, intending to live here and gotten here for the first time. "Uh, this way, perhaps?" she offered, pointing to the line that had fewer people than others. Mostly women, or futas, more likely, she assumed, probably very likely, that they were the only woman and man to be coming into the nation. "I, well I would think over here, I guess," she said, shyness getting the best of her a bit. They'd chatted for a while, gotten to know each other, so she was all right, but a new situation changed things. "She might find us, if we're being expected."
 
Sophia stood back observing the pair from the distance double checking the folder quickly to make sure she had the right people as she didn't want to pull the wrong people aside. She had a perfect track record so far and was looking to keep it that way as she wanted to move up in the security department here and work on a more grand scale. She handed of the folders to a nearby assistant who carried on ahead to set up the room for the two of them. She approached Fiona and Mike from the back grabbing the collars of their shirts."You two are coming with me, now." Sophia said her Russian accent still rather thick despite her time being away from the motherland. She felt it gave her a slight edge and worked to add to her presence keeping the the new citizens inline. "run and you will not clear this gate. Now keep going forward." Sophia added not yelling but keeping a serious feel to her voice. She let go their shirts allowing them to walk more freely though she kept close to them if they tried anything.

The three continued to walk through the airport Sophia keeping quiet and just following behind them closely. "Next door on your left." Sophia said breaking her silence and shifting her position to the outside forcing them to go into the room. The immigration looked like it came out of a prison as it was all white brick with a concrete floor. The room had a metal desk on one side facing a wooden bench that was in the middle of the room. Near the door was a set of shelves and storage bins. Last along the back wall two cells were built into the wall with barely enough space for an adult to sit down on the floor. She closed the door behind them as it locked shut only being able to open with a pin. "Alright everything off and in a bin neatly." Sophia said moving to the desk and pulling out a few supplies she would need to process them including a camera, a box of rubber gloves and an unmarked jar. She sat on the desk staring at them not giving them any privacy.
 
Fiona gave a start as her shirt was suddenly grabbed, eyes widening a bit and her body froze for an instant. She turned her head some to see who exactly had took her by the collar, seeing they also had Mike. It was a woman, the beret and camo pants led her to kind of assume she had some kind of authority, along with her commanding tone. This was probably the officer they were supposed to see in regards to immigration, but she was much more forceful than Fiona would think. From what she'd been told of customs, at least in other countries, it wasn't this agressive, it was fairly mellow, as long as you obeyed the rules and didn't cause trouble. This woman seemed to just immediately assume they were going to try something. "Y-yes, of course," she said, a bit light, sighing in relief as they were released.

She walked forward, obeying any request, or more fitting, command, given by the woman. They came to a door, and she just pushed inside as they were sort of forced into it. It was quite the dreary place, much different from the nice, welcoming atmosphere the airport had. Very small, almost creepy. She stood in the room with the other two, looking around, then to the officer, awaiting her next orders. Fiona was not looking to cause any trouble at all, not wanting to hold off getting into the country or mess up her scholarships. She was already a tad late for the semester thanks to some bureaucratic mess, and wanted to get started right away. Her eyes widened a bit when the command came. "Uh, we have to take off our clothes, ma'am?" she asked, glancing to Mike, then back, not exactly wanting to be nude in front of two complete strangers.
 
The crowds were thick and swarming all around as he turned to Fiona for a bit more guidance.

But then his collar was grabbed, and for the tall man, that was quite a reach up for most people, already twisting to try and get out of the grip he turned with a snarl to the Futa behind him.
"The Fuck is your problem..." He spat out before seeing the beret and fatigues. Soon being pushed through the terminal he had no choice but to follow orders. The Russian was a nice little intimidating touch as well. Down hallways and into the security room, tiny cells, a simple desk. Big fuckoff lock on the door. It was clear it was only a holding cell.

He was already in the process of putting his black backpack down underneath the table and his watch down onto it when she gave the order.

"Wouldn't a pat down work just as well Ma'am?" The ex cop asked. Towering over both other women in the room and stepping back. Obviously not impressed with the treatment, but his fingers started at the buttons. He didn't have anything to hide, the black shirt slowly sliding off and revealing a toned body, not exactly body building, it was more of an athletic build, a fairly prominent six pack and toned upper body. But no ridiculous muscle mass as he started at his belt next.
 
"Yes you do Fiona, now hurry up or I'll cut them off you." Sophia said watching mike place his bag under the table, she left it alone for now that would be one of the last things to search before the two were released into the country."No only idiots carry contraband in places to easily feel or see. I prefer to do a full check of all new citizens. Plus you can never be too careful" Sophia added shifting her focus from Fiona to Mike. Her eyes never drifted of his face as she wasn't overly attracted to the male form as she preferred more feminine bodies. She waited for another minute or two waiting for the two of them to finish undressing so the next phase could begin.

While she waited she silently jotted notes down filling out their forms that she would hand off to the finally steps of processing never letting the two see what was written on it. Occasionally her eyes drifted up from the clipboard and gazed over their bodies for a brief moment before returning back to the paper."Alright time for the fun part. Now who wants to go first? Or do I get pick?" Sophia said rolling her sleeves up before placing the gloves on her hand snapping the band at the end with a twisted smile. Fully searching them wasn't necessary with today's technology but it was a nice old fashion touch that showed them who ran the country here and that their kind were trusted easily. Which Sophia made no effort to hide herself wanting them to know she assumed the worst and would treat them like such.
 
As she threatened his travelling companion the ex cop dumped his belt and shirt on the table and stepped back. Dropping the jeans to reveal some tight grey boxers which didn't really leave much to the imagination. Yet being in the room with the sexy young redhead did give him at least a bulge, but not the security officer. She had a cock...it was gay...right? If he liked a cock, no matter who it was attached to.

Seeing the shyness of the girl he just sighed.
"I'll go first." He volunteered.

He fucking hated getting searched.
Slowly he spread his legs and held his arms out to the side. Ensuring that she would be able to get at him. His cock still hidden away in the boxers though as the goosebumps appeared on his arms and muscular frame. The freezing room clearly getting to him and his lack of clothing.

"Like what you see?" He finally asked the immigration officer. A bit of cockiness didn't really hurt anybody, and he wasn't going to roll over for a chick with a dick. He'd put up a little bit of a fight at least.
 
Threats and being able to back them up definitely worked on Fiona, along with the fact that she wanted this to go smoothly. Fiona nodded, watching as Mike just went with the flow and started to remove his clothes. He was older than her, not by too much though, and very attractive, clear as his clothes slowly came off and revealed more. Well, all right then. Fiona set her things aside, and took a bin from the shelf. Her glasses were removed carefully and set down, then her shoes and short socks, shuddering a bit as her bare feet touched the cold ground once the shoes were off and in the bin. She hesitated again, then slowly gripped the band shirt and pulled up. A white bra covered up her perky, large breasts, and she folded the shirt to set it in the bin. Undoing her skirt, matching white panties were revealed as she set the skirt with her other clothes and set them aside, standing next to Mike as the officer just watched and wrote things on her pad.

The snap of the glove makes Fiona blink and take a tiny step back. As usual in new situations for her, her nerves made themselves visible on her face, she'd never really been treated like this or even really searched before. Relief washed over as Mike volunteered to go first. She gave a tiny smile, nodding a thanks to him as he stepped forward and readied himself for the futa officer to search him. They had nothing to hide, of course, but still, it all seemed overkill for people just looking to live here happily along side everyone else.
 
Sophia smiled picking up the jar and approached the the two of them now that they were fully naked and exposed to the security officer. It may seem like overkill but the nation had many enemies just on the fact that they were run and and mostly composed of futas, and compared to some officer Sophia wasn't the worst the two good have gotten. She couldn't help but snicker a little as Mike decided to play the hero trying to impress Fiona, along with his cockiness she would have to take him down a little. She set the jar down on bench as she placed her hands on Mike feeling his arms for anything that felt off. " Yes, your little solider is rather cute. I can't remember the last time I saw one so small on an adult." Sophia said drawing out the word little as she continued to moved her hands down his body feeling his cock a little in her gloved hand. Though she had no intentions of playing with it and quite the opposite as she gave it a rather tight squeeze in her hands.

"Fiona you may sit while you wait for your turn." Sophia said finishing her initial feel of Mike not finding anything odd on him but there was one more place to check. "I'm sure you know the procedure so do try and relax, you might have to start liking it while you stay here."Sophia said dipping her gloved hand into the the jar coating her fingers before she pressed them to Mike's exposed butt. "You used to be an American detective. Why leave such a cushy job and come here with nothing?" Sophia asked as she slowly pressed her fingers into him. She took her time not rushing the procedure as she wanted him to answer her before she finished. she found it was a lot harder for people to lie when focusing on other things.
 
The man spread himself and stood up properly. Seeing her eyes roving over he let out a sigh and finally dropped the underwear. His cock and balls hanging out for her as he let her poke prod and fondle away at him to make sure he was 'safe'.

"Well that's emasculating..." He muttered a tad. Wincing at the squeeze, even if it did let a dribble of precum appear on the purple head.

Then the lube came out.

With a sigh and shake of the head he turned and placed his palms on the cold tiles of the wall, spreading his legs and bending slightly. His ass open for her as he squeezed his eyes shut.

He hated it when searches were that thorough.
The lube was cold and he jumped a bit at the feel of it but tried to focus on the question.
"Time to move on. I was getting sick of picking up drunks of the street and having an investiagtion hang over me every time I sneezed." He said bluntly. Lying a bit about the corruption charges against him, his eyes shut and head resting on the wall as she explored.

"Oh I think your the only one who's going to get access back there..." He said simply. His ass was off limits. To anyone.
 
"Aww how sweet, in that case I will have to take my time back here or will I get this privilege again."Sophia said still searching for anything he may have hidden up there. She loved his reaction as his pride and manhood were both hurt a little. But she would have to do more before he was allowed to leave here. "I see."Sophia said not giving him much to go on by her response and if she believed him or not. She had done this enough times to know when people were lying to her, plus the training to become an security officer here was pretty thorough. She kept silent for a while slowly working her hand in more even though she had finished her search of him she wasn't going to let him relax until she got the answer she wanted to hear from him. " So you were being investigated... a lot. Which means you must have done something wrong once or twice. Did you just happen to piss off the wrong person? Or were you getting a little bit too physical with the people you arrest? " Sophia said as her free hand slowly worked back down to his cock again. "Now why were you being investigated? Lie again and you will regret it." Sophia said in her cold serious tone as she began to crush his manhood only stopping when he told the truth.
 
Hearing that just had an incredibly forced laugh, feeling her finger wriggling and writhing inside, hitting every little point."Well, if you want to get me in this position again your gonna have to buy me dinner first..." he strained out, holding his breath out of anxiousness, face slowly reddening as his fingers curled against the wall. Every muscle straining and tensing.

It seemed he wasn't having the best time.

"I had a few queries on my conduct..." He added, feeling her finger hitting that somewhat magical spot, an explosive breath coming out of him. No one had ever found the prostate before. Not that he gave them much chance.

"Holy fuck." He groaned. Head on the tiles but the fist around his cock. More and more pressure being added. At first he resisted, trying not to give any more information than was totally necessary.

It seemed her investigations into him were bearing a bit more fruit than the state ones.

"Fucking hell!" He declared. Feeling his cockhead fit to burst in pain.
"Fuck fine! Gambling! Expenses fraud, I got a bit rough with a few suspects as well! And I fucked the captains wife..." He said, still pressure on his cock.
"Fine I fucked his wife twice! Now let go!"
 
A sadistic smile formed on her lips as she watched Mike trying and fight the pain on her hand crushing his cock. It was quite obvious that she enjoyed her work especially this part of it and the security force was okay with almost anything except killing the new comers unless they attack or assaulted them first."Good boy, you should have just told me the truth to begin with. But I don't mind working for my answers." Sophia said pulling her hand away and stopping once she had wrung out what she wanted to know from him. She made no effort write it down she could remember it for the time being. "So you were a dirty cop, and left before your captain could gather enough evidence?" Sophia asked still trying to piece the last part together for her report.

Her hand explored more finding his prostate again and gently ran a finger over it softly trying to ease the pain she caused away. She usually didn't use a reward system but it seemed like this would be a first for Mike and she loved taking someone's first. Plus it might help knock him down a few pegs being pleasured this way instead of fucking someone."Relax I know you enjoyed it the first time I touched you here." Sophia said leaning in to almost whisper to him as she kept exploring around his magical spot.
 
"Sounds about right..." He choked out. Finally sucking in deep breaths as the viscous grip on his cock relieved. Now able to relax a tad he felt that wiggling finger again, wriggling away within him. Unexpected, unwanted...

But damn it was pleasant.

The Russian had total and utter control of him as he all but whimpered underneath her control and orders. Shaking as the dirty cop felt that tiny little touch over his prostate. In moments his cock throbbing and precum leaking out.

"Fucking hell..." he moaned.
"Fuck...Just...Let me cum." He moaned finally. The last walls breaking down as he tried to look to her. His first time was surprisingly...not too bad. If anything he was enjoying it.
 
Sophia smiled as she continued her fun of exploring Mike finding out how to get him the most worked up with just using one finger. Her sadistic side showed it's self as she allowed him to cool down a little not want him to peak too soon. No she was having too much fun watching him moan and squirm like a whore slowly breaking him down a little in her hands. "you really are a whore begging to cum, maybe this can be your new profession here. "Sophia said smiling as she watched his body get closer and closer to climaxing.

Sophia doubled her efforts as she massaged his prostate with trying to get Mike to cum. She loved watching him whimper as she had him completely under her control. her enjoyment was quite obvious as her pants had gone from being mostly flat around her crotch to now a full on bulge."I'll let cum, but if you do you will lick every drop up. I won't have a dirty room." Sophia whispered increasing her efforts again so he would cum for sure."
 
Working madly away inside, working madly away inside, then...nothing. Slamming back down from his high as she sent him crashing down to the start again, the first drips already falling onto the floor below as he literally begged for his release. Forgetting about his companion in the room as her fingers worked away.

At this point he'd do anything to get his release as she worked away.
"Fine fuck!" He roared. Not caring at all as he felt her bulge brushing up against him, and for some reason, that excited him.

"I better get your phone number after this..." He moaned as he felt the last final press.
Fire in the hole...well.
On the wall.

His cum shot out, harder and faster than he had ever done before. Slowly the hot seed dripping down the wall down onto the floor as he panted and shook. His cock burning in pleasure. Amazed at the Russians handy work.
"That was impressive..."
 
Sophia smiled watching his rather impressive shot hit the wall proving he enjoyed the whole experience deep down though was curious if he would ever ask for it himself openly. "I'm glad you think so it's also fun to watch an anal virgin get off the first time."Sophia said taking her hand out of his butt and giving him a quick spank with each glove as she took them off and tossed them away in a nearby garbage bin. She wanted to take care of herself but pushed that aside as she had plans for Mike before she let him go. "As for my number you haven't earned it yet, but maybe when the day is through."

"Go on and start cleaning I'm not moving on until you've gotten every last drop." Sophia said turning around now holding the clipboard in her hand. She jotted down the notes on Mike not leaving out any details that he confessed to. She knew most of the world would frown upon their methods but it produced the best results and kept the country safe. Plus it turned a boring job into one of the most sought after careers on the island.
 
"Maybe when the day is through..." He muttered back, having a goal to get through the next few minutes, to get out of the total and sheer humiliation as he bent down. His knees hitting the cold cold ground. Ass gaping and cock and balls hanging limp as he lowered himself down.

Then licked up the first of the cum.

It made him gag straight away. Wanting to retch, it was clear of his disgust but this woman seemed about ready to snap and kill him at any moment, and he didn't trust an adrenaline fuelled woman with a cock that was bigger than his.

So he licked, and he lapped up the stream of cum. Swallowing it down quickly, trying to clean it properly for his new mistress for the next few minutes. Trying to keep it down in his stomach.

Finally he stood and faced her, cock hardening once more as he swallowed the last drops.

"And for my next trick?..." He finally asked.
 
"You'll get used to the taste soon enough." Sophia said snickering as she heard him gag at probably his first taste, though if he wanted to get anywhere in the nation it would be an almost daily taste for him. Once he was done she looked over at the wall taking her time to make sure he had gotten every drop like she commanded. "Good boy."Sophia said patting his cheek a few times before she took her seat on the desk moving down the list for him. He would be a special case as he came her unemployed and wasn't a student. And now that Sophia knew why he quit entering the force here would be a challenge.

"You were a cop back in the states, I'm assuming you wish to enter the police force here? Now that you have a clean slate to start from. Well had, you blew that when you sang like a canary." Sophia asked smiling as she wondered how much these two knew about the subtle rules that kept her gender in control of everything .
 
The disgust was written all across his face. Shuddering as he stood and stared at the woman. Listening to her sweet sing song voice. She was just loving her job and there was nothing he could do but try not think about the taste of his own cum in his mouth.

"Is there any chance I could keep that slate clean then?" He asked with a raised brow. It was true, he did want into the police, but he would do anything to get in, and the day was certainly not going to get any worse.
"A little deal between you and me?" He asked the woman as he leaned in on the desk, searching her eyes for any tiny little hint, maybe he could bribe his way out of this one...
 
"Perhaps something could be arranged I'm not a completely unreasonable person." Sophia said her cock straining against her pants as a few thoughts began to run through her head. these were the moments she loved about her job as she held their fate in her hands and could ask them to do anything she pleased and most did as the alternative was worse. She glanced down at her boots getting a wicked smile on her face as she raised one foot up in the air towards him. "Crawl over here and lick my boots clean while I consider making a deal with you." Sophia said her eyes shifting from her boots to Mike. He really was in a no win situation as Sophia would make him work for a clean slate. Though her would never be hired based merely on his gender best he could hope for was a desk job or janitor in the police building.
 
Fiona had been all right when the exam began, simply looking away when it got a bit more in depth. Then it started to get...a bit more in depth. The young girl couldn't help but raise her head, staring wide eyed at the two as she fingered his ass, it had started with just a search but now she was pleasuring him just in that action, finding that sensitive spot and milking it for all it was worth. Both of them were hard as could be, large erections clear as his hung out and hers bulged out of the camo pants she wore. As uncomfortable as she felt simply watching this happen before her, the girl couldn't help but be turned on some, watching him dominated, watching the woman work her magic and make him cum. Her hand was moving itself, rubbing at her panties slightly while they went, doing her best to keep quiet. She stopped after a bit, catching herself and trying to just sit in quiet even as the officer treated the man like a slave, making him lick her boots and his own seed away.
 
A shudder rippled through his body as he crawled over. On the floor, all dignity gone. At the mere mention of her little plan he slowly made his way across to her. Head down, stomach in revolt in utter disgust, ready to puke his semen back up as he finally found the black, polished boots. It took a moment of hesitation...

But finally he reached out and his tongue made contact, slowly licking up the black side of her combat boot. Cleaning the toecap and sides, he was diligent if nothing else. Making sure it was spotless, shiny with his spit. It tasted bland, thankfully for her time in the well kept airport there was next to no foreign materials on the boot. The better he licked, the better the job...hopefully.
 
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