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Border Crossing
By Fenris

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The slowing sensation and slight lurching caused Paige to groggily regain
consciousness. Disoriented, Paige struggled to realize where she was and
what was happening. As more of the cobwebs in her mind cleared, Paige
realized that she had awakened in the sleeping compartment of the night
train from Geneva to Florence. Through still hazy eyes Paige glanced across
the compartment to see her friend and traveling companion, Julie, fighting
the same battle with consciousness. With a quick glance at her watch Paige
saw that it was 1 AM. "Why would the train be stopping at this hour?",
Paige pondered to herself. Then it came to her, they had arrived at the
Italian border.

As Paige once more looked over at Julie, she felt the renewed joy of being
on this trip. Both she and Julie were one year removed from their high
school graduation as members of the class of 1979. The fact that the two
nineteen year-olds were able to spend three weeks touring around Europe by
train was still an amazing thing to Paige. Only the financial graces of
youth hostels and Eurail passes allowed either of the girls to afford this
trip. Paige was glad to be sharing this trip with Julie. Despite drastic
physical differences, people all said that Paige and Julie were so alike as
to be twins. That thought rang as ridiculous to Paige since physically the
two girls looked nothing alike. Paige, about six feet tall, quite thin, with
blonde hair and small breasts, compared herself to Julie who was maybe five
feet three at most, with brown hair, a rounder figure, and a chest that
looked quite large on her frame. Julie had once joked to Paige that she had
gotten her looks from the father's side of the family, and that they were
proud of producing "women with hips and chests"! Paige had to agree with the
assessment. And, Paige thought, she and Julie were probably as close as any
two friends could be. All through high school they had served as friend,
confidant, and protector to one another.

The train had now come to a complete stop, and Paige could hear the faint
sounds of footsteps within their train car. The steward had informed them in
Geneva that the car was mostly empty tonight, and they shouldn't be
disturbed from their sleep by other passengers. Too bad the steward didn't
mention being disturbed by a border stop!

Paige was jolted out of her little reverie by tapping on the compartment
door. The door opened to reveal a twentiy-fivish looking man wearing a
greenish-grey uniform. The man had dark hair, a mustache, dark eyes, and a
muscular build. Paige admired the way his uniform fit his body. It was
obvious to Paige that the man must be some sort of border guard or customs
inspector. She wondered if there were really guards between Italy and
Switzerland, but it really didn't matter. All that the guard would want
would be to check their passports and then ask all the usual silly
questions.

Paige was surprised by the fact that the man immediately launched into fast
spoken Italian regarding some issue that neither Paige, nor Julie based on
the look on her face, had the faintest clue as to. Paige now regretted not
knowing any Italian, and she knew that Julie was no better off. The guard
continued his monologue. Paige tried to listen closely to what he was asking
to pick up some word somewhere that she might understand. Her clue came
soon. The guard gave a questioning look while asking some long sentence that
contained the word "hashish".

Now Paige knew what he was asking. He wanted to know if they were carrying
hashish. How ridiculous. Did he really think that the two of them looked
like some sort of international drug smugglers? Paige tried to assure the
guard that she and Julie had no hashish with them by telling him "We don't
have any hashish, none". As soon as Paige's words reached the ears of the
guard his face changed. He eyed Paige suspiciously, his head cocked to the
side. Another stream of Italian issued forth from him, once again
containing a reference to hashish, while his right hand slid down to rest
atop the pistol at his belt. Paige was confused. Didn't he understand what
she meant. Instantly it came to her. She tried again. "No hashish, no."

The look on the guards face softened slightly, and he held out his left hand
while saying something that had an approximation of the word passport in it.
Paige reached into her backpack and pulled out her U.S. passport and placed
it in the guards left hand. Paige could feel the suspicion in the guards
glance as it momentarily held hers. A flush of embarrassment passed through
Paige, from where, she didn't know. As the guard broke the glance between
them, Paige's eyes followed his to alight on Julie as she worked to pull her
passport out from the front pocket of her pack. Julie was struggling to get
her passport out, and Paige was sure that there was a touch of nervousness
in her friend. This was not a situation that either girl had expected. With
a strong pull, Julie wrenched her passport free. As Julie's hand pulled free
of the of the pocket, two small white items flew across the compartment and
landed at the feet of the guard. Paige gasped as she recognized what had
fallen at the guards feet. The guard slowly bent down and picked the two
joints up off of the floor. A very cold feeling of fear ran down Paige's
spine. Julie had bought some marijuana from a street dealer in Amsterdam.
That night she had introduced Paige to smoking a joint for the very first
time. The sweet sickness that Paige had felt in her stomach after that
first, and only, joint didn't come anywhere close to the sick feeling that
boiled in her stomach now.

The guard picked up the two joints in his right hand, while still holding
Paige's passport in his right. Turning the paper covered leaves in his hand
he examined closely what Julie had dropped. For Paige the world seemed to go
in slow motion. Paige could feel her body tremble as fear took a grip on her
psyche. "Oh God, this is just like that 'Midnight whatever' movie about that
American in Turkey" Paige thought. "We'll be in jail for years."

After ascertaining that what he was holding really was marijuana, the guard
straightened up and started calling out in hurried Italian towards the
hallway behind him. Paige felt her heart sink when the guard started
calling. Rapid, heavy footsteps came towards the compartment. The sound of
the footsteps ended with the appearance of a shorter more heavyset guard at
the doorway. The first guard began speaking in even more rapid Italian to
his cohort, while gesturing with his hands towards the two frightened girls.
A spirited discussion now broke out between the two guards, their comments
obviously about the girls and the drugs they had found.

Paige had never felt fear like this before in her life. Trepidation about
being arrested crept through her mind. She knew that it didn't matter that
the joints hadn't been in her bag, that she would suffer just as poorly as
Julie if the guards decided to arrest them. And right now it looked to her
like arresting the two was what the guards intended.

"Hashish?" the heavyset guard asked.

"No hashish" Paige responded, her voice quaking and cracking.

The two guards once again conferred in Italian. Appearing to come to some
agreement among themselves, both guards stepped fully into the compartment.
While the first guard pulled the door closed, the heavy one looked Paige in
the eye and stammered out "Search".

The first guard stayed at the door, blocking exit, while the heavier one
motioned for the girls to stand by the window. Both girls complied quickly.
A short meeting of the eyes between herself and Julie confirmed to Paige
that they shared an equal fear of the possible consequences of their
situation. The heavyset guard started by opening up Julie's packs and
rummaging through everything in them. Once he had evidently satisfied
himself that Julie's bags contained no more illicit items, he moved across
to Paige's packs. Paige felt embarrassment as the guard went through her
things. The guard straightened from Paige's packs. Paige watched with
anticipation as he advance towards her and Julie. Once he was within arms
reach, he reached over and took Julie by the arm. Paige watched as the guard
maneuvered Julie to a position of standing, facing the wall, with her legs
against her bunk. Paige watched as the guard pushed Julie into assuming the
classical frisking "position", bent forward, hands against the wall, and
feet spread. Paige stared as the guard placed his hands on Julie's wrist and
started to move up her arm.

Paige was snapped back to her situation as the first guard's hand firmly
gripped her right arm just above the elbow. The guard led a quivering Paige
to the edge of her bunk. There he positioned her just as Julie had been
positioned. The feeling of the guard pushing her feet apart with his feet,
and then the pressure of his hand between her shoulder blades guiding her
upper body forward sent another chill through her spine. Paige felt the
guard's hand slide down from her right wrist, along bare arm until it
reached the sleeve of her T-shirt. Goosebumps broke out all along her arm as
the guard's hand slid across the her underarm and down her ribcage. Paige
realized that the guard was also mimicking his motions on the other side of
her body. Once both of the guard's hands had reached the waist of her jeans,
he began to gently pat with his hands. Each pat was a little higher on her
stomach.

"Oh." Paige heard the almost pleading sound coming from Julie across the
compartment. Paige desperately wanted to turn and look at what was happening
with Julie, but she knew that she didn't have an angle to be able to see
what was happening to her friend. The guard's patting hands had now reached
to just below her breasts, and the pats had turned into a constant pressure,
with the guard's hands never breaking contact with her body. Paige knew what
was coming next, and she also knew that since this exploit had interrupted
her sleep, that no bra was to be found under her T-shirt. A chill, and
strangely, a tingle both went through Paige as the guard moved his hands
upwards to caress her breasts. Despite the situation she found herself in,
Paige was amazed that her nipples were hardening under the fondling hands
and fingers of the guard. A slight moan left the guard.

After a short time of using his thumbs and fingers to tweak Paige's nipples,
the guard bent down behind Paige and began running his hands up both sides
of Paige's right leg. As his hands traversed Paige's jeans, he began to
press into her leg more. As the slow slide of his hands progressed up her
thigh, Paige could feel his fingers massaging her inner thigh. Finally the
guard's hand left hand reached the juncture of Paige's thighs, and pressed
into her crotch. While Paige knew that she should be protesting this obvious
attack upon her, there was a small oft hidden part of her mind that was
reveling in the controlling nature of the guard. The guard continued to
press his hand into her groin, wiggling his fingers as well.

Suddenly the guard's hands left her, and Paige registered in her mind that
she had unconsciously tried to roll her hips to keep contact with the guard'
s fleeing hand.

Paige heard muffled noises coming from across the compartment, but she no
longer cared what was happening as she once again felt the guard's hands,
this time at her left ankle. The guard moved upwards faster this time, and
Paige started to anticipate the touch of his hand against her jeans covered
pussy. Paige flushed with embarrassment when she realized that the guard's
hands were headed to her ass instead. Paige's whole body was pushed forward
as the guard's hands squeezed and fondled the cheeks of her ass.

Paige jumped a little as the guard placed his hands and the snap at the top
of her jeans. The guard unsnapped the jeans and eased the zipper down as
Paige let out a little whimper of protest. Despite her desire to keep her
clothes on, Paige did nothing to stop the guard from pushing her jeans down
over her slim hips. As soon as her jeans had passed the point of knees, the
guard released them and moved his hands up to her hips once again.

A small tear, caused by what emotion she wasn't sure, trickled down Paige's
cheek. As the guard's hands began to slide his her black panties down her
legs, Paige shook with the reaction to multiple feelings of fear, shock, and
building excitement. Paige had to admit to herself that there was something
about the fact that she had no control of the situation, and that she faced
big trouble if she didn't comply, that set her internal fires burning. There
was nothing else that would or could explain away that fact that despite the
fact that she was being forced towards some sexual act or acts, that there
was moisture clinging to the walls and lips of her pussy. Paige realized
that at whatever level, she felt more excitement now then she had during any
of the occasions on which she had had "sexual" physical dealings. The
feelings she now felt even surpassed those that she had felt the two times
she had actually had sex.

Paige jumped once again as the guard, who was kneeling behind her, playfully
bit into the left cheek of her ass. The guard's hands were now lifting Paige
's left leg and sliding both her jeans and her panties over her bare foot.
Then the guard repeated the procedure with her right leg. Paige felt the
coolness of nakedness across her lower body. All she wore now was her
T-shirt. With her pants removed, the guard once again slid his hand up Paige
's left leg. This time when he reach her inner thigh, the guard let his
fingers continue lightly on Paige's skin, right up to the lips of her
moistening pussy.

Paige let out a gasp as the guard, without hesitation, plunged one of his
fingers up into her sex. Paige nearly fell down, so shocked was she by the
quick entry. Only the fact that she could place her weight through her hands
to the wall, kept her standing. The guard began a slow pistoning of his
finger in and out of Paige. Paige felt the guard include a second finger
inside of her. Physical excitement was rapidly replacing any other feelings
that Paige may have felt. She knew in her head that she was being used, and
it was against her will. While Paige contemplated, the guard began rubbing
his thumb over her clit while still thrusting his fingers in and out of her
grasping pussy. Well maybe it was once against her will Paige thought as a
moan of true ecstasy escaped her lips. Paige made a decision that she would
willing do whatever the guard now wanted. The desire to feel the power of
her building orgasm had run rough-trod over any feelings of impropriety.

"No, no" Paige whimpered as the guard withdrew his fingers from her. The
guard immediately pulled Paige to a standing upright position. Then he
grasped her T-shirt by the bottom and started pulling it upwards. Paige, her
body craving more contact, raised her arms above her head to assist the
guard in removing the shirt. Once the shirt had cleared her upraised hands,
Paige felt the guard turning her so that she would face the window of the
compartment. Pressure at her shoulders let Paige know to once again bend
forward, this time placing her hands on the cool glass of the train window.
From this position, bent at the waist, legs spread, and her hands against
the window, Paige was able to turn her head to the left and finally see what
was happening with Julie.

Paige had been hearing, though not hearing, the sounds that had been coming
from the other half of the compartment. She knew that something similar to
her plight had also befallen Julie, but that didn't mean she was prepared
for the vision that her eyes beheld. Julie has completely naked. She was
lying sideways on her bunk with her ass right at the edge of the bunk. What
amazed Paige was that the other guard was holding Julie's ankles up and out
in the widest vee that could be imagined. This served to open Julie's pussy
wide, and the guard was about to take advantage of that position. Paige saw
him moving the head of his hard, and quite prodigious, cock to the lips of
Julie's pussy. Paige stared enraptured as the heavyset guard pushed the
crown of his dick between the lips of Julie's pussy. Julie let loose with a
guttural "Unghh" as the guard's cock pushed into her. The sound caused Paige
to look at Julie's face, where she saw closed eyes, and what appeared to be
Julie biting down on her lower lip. As interesting as looking at Julie's
facial reactions to being speared by the guard, Paige quickly returned to
watching the progress of his cock. The increased excitement that Paige felt
at viewing Julie being taken caused another small moan to escape her lips.
Paige had never seen anyone actually having sex before, and the sight held
her enraptured. The vision of the large guard, his uniform pants and his
shoes discarded on the ground beside him, gently pushing his large thick
cock into her friend would stick in Paige's mind forever after.

Paige felt the hand's of what she now regarded as "her" guard on her hips.
The next thing she felt was a presence at the lips of her spread pussy.
Paige could feel the first little intrusions of her guard's cock sliding
ever so slightly into her. The sight to her left still held Paige's
attention however. As she watched, the guard who was fucking Julie had eased
his cock all the way into Julie. He now withdrew his glistening shaft almost
all the way out of Julie, leaving only the head still inside of her. With
one hard, quick thrust, the guard once again buried his cock to the hilt in
Julie's wet pussy.

"Unngh God" Julie squealed as the guard's cock bottomed out in her. Paige
heard the guard moaning something in Italian, but she had no idea what. As
Paige watched the guard repeated the process again with Julie.

Another squeal issued forth from Julie as she was once again impaled by the
guard's prick. Julie's squeal was quickly overwhelmed by the loud moaning
"Oh" that came from Paige. The guard behind her had decided to bury his
prick into her in one stab. Paige's mind marveled at the fullness she felt
from her spread and stuffed pussy. She felt the guard's cock slide outwards
and then drive inwards, starting slowly but the pace quickening with each
thrust. Paige's body rocked forward with each thrust, the pressure on her
hands to hold her up was increasing with each thrust. Paige felt the guard's
hands at her breasts, and soon the sensations of having both of her nipples
lightly pulled were washing through her. Another moan came from Paige's
throat as the guard began to moderately pinch and pull at her nipples. Paige
knew that with each thrust of the cock driving into her that her pussy was
becoming wetter and wetter, and that the subsequent thrust would proceed
that much easier and deeper. Paige could feel her clit throbbing and aching
for attention as she was being forcefully fucked by the Italian border guard
behind her.

A constant mewling sound from her left caused Paige to look over to Julie
and her guard. The large guard was still holding Julie's ankles far apart in
the air, and he was now fucking into Julie with a tremendous speed. Paige
couldn't have imagined that anyone could fuck as hard and as furiously as
the guard and Julie were. Julie's eyes were still clamped tightly shut, and
her fingers were manipulating her own nipples as Paige watched the guard's
large white ass jerked back and forth in a staccato rhythm.

Paige's attention was once again drawn away as she felt the guard's fingers
leave her nipples after one last twisting pinch. The next thing that Paige
sensed was the combination of a loud "Smack" sound and the feeling of the
guard's hand striking her right buttocks. Mild pain emanated outwards from
Paige's butt like ripples in a pond. Another smacking sound and more feeling
from her ass told Paige that the first spank would not be the only one.
Paige felt a sense of humiliation rise up in her. It wasn't bad enough, she
thought, that she was bent over being fucked by a man she didn't know,
slightly against her will, but now he was busy spanking her as he shoved his
hard cock in and out of her. Paige had a feeling of being used and
controlled with each spank that landed on her small ass. And, she noticed
with internal disgust, as each ripple of pain extended out from her ass,
that when it reached her pussy and her clit that it turned into more
excitement and pleasure.

Suddenly the spanking ceased, and Paige felt the guard's hands grip her at
each of her slim hips. Paige could feel the guard pull her backwards
forcefully by the hips with each of his inward thrusts. This served to drive
his cock deeper into Paige which propelled her a rung higher up the orgasm
ladder. Paige was now being buffeted hard by each thrust. As her body
hammered back and forth she could feel her downward hanging hair brushing
past her cheeks adding a gentle caressing sensation to the less that gentle
sensations going on elsewhere in her body. Soon Paige realized that she was
actively ramming her hips backwards into the guard with each thrust. The
guard's hands were now only serving as a guide to Paige's own thrusting
hips. With each pummeling thrust, Paige could hear the slap of the guard's
skin against the skin of her ass. The sound played as sweet music to Paige's
ears.

A change in sounds caused Paige to once again cast her gaze towards where
Julie and the other guard were. Paige was amazed to see that the guard was
now sitting astride Julie's chest, thrusting his wet cock between Julie's
sweat slick tits. The guard had his hands on the outside of Julie's tits,
pushing them inwards, pressing them against his constantly moving cock. It
looked to Paige as if the guard had even managed to get Julie's nipples
involved in the action by rolling his thumbs across them with each thrust.

Two new sensations came to Paige almost at once. The first, and most
important to her, was that the guard behind her had removed his right hand
from her hip, and was now moving it along her stomach on the way to her
pussy. The second sensation took Paige a little longer to identify. She
realized that it was taking more effort to keep her bent-over fucking
position than it had a moment ago. Then it dawned on her that the train was
starting it's very slow move forwards.

Her thoughts about the train were interrupted almost immediately by the
feeling of the guard's finger rubbing strongly across her enflamed clit. The
guard's pace had also picked up some in his powerful fucking of Paige. Paige
was slamming her pussy back on to the guard's invading prick with each and
every thrust. The feeling of the guard's cock in her along with his
ministrations of her clit, were pushing Paige closer and closer to the
precipice of orgasm.

Then Paige saw the guard, who was astride Julie, start to tense up. Paige
watched as his face contorted, and the muscles of his back and ass
tightened. Paige stared transfixed as the guard's cum began to shoot out
onto Julie's skin. With each twitch of his cock, the guard sent cum onto
Julie's chest, neck and there was even a strand smeared across her chin.

Paige's mind whirled. Here she was on a train in Europe being fucked like
the was no tomorrow by a border guard she didn't even know while she looked
over at her best friend who had just been thoroughly fucked as well. The
emotions and physical sensations of the whole situation began to overwhelm
her. She now knew that she became tremendously excited by not being in
control in a sexual situation. That fact, along with the messages coming
from her filled pussy and her overstimulated clit, along with the visual of
cum splattered on her friend finally pushed Paige over the edge. She could
feel all of the muscles of her abdomen clamp down. The muscles of her legs
tensed, fighting to hold her up as the waves of a gigantic orgasm washed
over, around, and through her. Paige felt the muscles of her pussy
spasmodically clamp down and release around the guard's thrusting cock over
and over again. In response to the total physical outpouring of her orgasm,
Paige hung her head low between her tensed, supporting, arms. A deep moan
came forth from her, followed by a cry of "Yes, yes, yes" as her whole body
combined in a symphony of pleasure.

Even as Paige crested through her orgasm, she could feel that the pressures
that that orgasm had put on the guard's cock had brought him to the edge as
well. Paige heard and almost strangled moan accompanied by some guttural
Italian yelled from the guard behind her. She felt his cum blasting away
inside her worn out pussy. As the guard's cock slowed it's spasms, Paige
leaned her right shoulder into the glass of the compartment window to help
keep her upright. She felt the withdrawal of the guard's cock as she leaned
forward. Paige then felt the wetness of that cock's last spasm as a small
stream of cum landed on her ass. Paige was emotionally and physically fried.
She slumped a little lower and tried to recover from the strongest sexual
experience of her young life.

Paige eased herself to a sitting position with her back against the wall of
the compartment for support. Through somewhat hazy eyes she noticed the two
guard's scrambling to put their uniform pants back on. The heavier guard was
already at the now unlocked and opened door as the guard who had just fucked
Paige grabbed his shoes from the floor. The guards ran out the door, pulling
it shut behind them. Only then did it register as to why the guards were in
such a hurry. She felt the motion of the train as it began to pick up speed
out of the border stop. She guessed that the train was still going slow
enough to allow the two guards to safely jump down, even with their hands
burdened with their shoes.

Paige looked over to Julie, to see her friend still with her eyes forced
shut, a little tremor passing through her body. Paige was now worried about
how Julie would handle what had transpired. Paige knew for herself, that she
had learned some important things about her own sexuality. She was sure now
that the best sex for her would come when she didn't have control of a
situation, or at least when she didn't feel like she had control of the
situation. She realized that the whole scenario had caused excitement in her
that she doubted she would have ever felt without a scenario where she was
helpless or was "pushed" into doing things she otherwise wouldn't have done.

But what about Julie? Was this whole thing too much for her? Paige doubted
that the experience had been as enlightening to Julie as it was to her. How
hurt was Julie now?

Paige jerked her head over to look at Julie as a soft, trembling "Oh God"
escaped from her. Paige looked on in compassion for her friend as Julie's
eyes finally opened.

Another little trembling moan from Julie was followed by Julie wiping some
of the guard's cum from her chin. Paige watched as Julie held the wet finger
before her eyes, her expression one of almost looking through her finger.
Paige stared on as Julie brought the finger to her lips and licked the cum
from it. A louder, firmer, "Oh God, YES" issued forth from Julie's mouth.
Maybe the two of them really were like twins after all Paige thought as she
watched a huge smile cross her friend's face.