<div class="floatright">(http://static.desktopnexus.com/thumbnails/739728-bigthumbnail.jpg)<strong><br/>   Ophelia Rockefeller<br/>   In the stateroom<br/>   Palpated, handcuffed and gagged<br/></strong><hr/></div><strong>"Don't touch me! Don't TOUCH me!"</strong>Ophelia cried as the submariner approached her.<br/><br/>But already his strong hands were on her. She stepped backward but immediately bucked against the wall. She tried to push the man away but it felt like trying to stir a boulder. His hands were moving fast, wherever a piece of cloth covered her skin. Which was not a lot. He began with her shorts, touching her firm buttocks then sliding his fingers along her hips before pushing them inside her crotch, palpating her athletic inner thighs and end by cupping her mound. Then, always professional, he moved to her tank top, kneading her firm, grapefruit-sized breasts to make sure nothing was hidden inside her bra before briefly exploring her back.<br/><br/>All along, Ophelia twisted and contorted her body, trying to escape the touch or repel him. To no avail. His face was a mask of seriousness but she could see a gleeful sparkle in his eyes, and this was even more humiliating to her. She had never left anybody touch her like that. Not even her rare boyfriends. She was always the one choosing who could touch her and where, and this was an authorization she did not give before having received enough jewellery for a price that could have saved a small state from bankruptcy. Not that she cared about small third world states.<br/><br/>As he moved away, having found nothing, she snarled,<strong>"Happy now? Were you really expecting me to hide a bazooka in my back pocket? Or that I would hijack your nuclear submarine with a needle? Now that you are convinced that we are no dangerous communist spies, will you at last give us proper respect?"</strong><br/><br/>Meanwhile, her friends were searched, more or less willingly by the second officer. Ophelia hated being so helpless. But she knew that as soon as she would be back on US shore, those bastards' lives careers would be broken and their lives miserable.<br/><br/>"Cuff her and gag her", Hawkes ordered, pointing towards Ophelia.<br/><br/><strong>"What? Cuff me like a criminal? This is an abuse of power!"</strong>she complained.<br/><br/>But she was immediately manhandled, rather brutally, by one of the officers. She tried to resist, and she succeeded for a couple of seconds, but finally her arms were wrenched behind her back and she felt cold steel embrace her wrists. Growling with anger, she yanked on the handcuffs, to no avail.<br/><br/><strong>"You'll pay for that!"</strong>she threatened. But the man had made a big knot in some shirt and shoved it into her mouth, before tying the free ends behind her neck, under her fiery, curly mane, tightening it further so that the big bundle of cotton was pushed deeper between her teeth.<br/><br/>Ophelia tried to speak again but her words were effectually muffled by the cloth gag. She glared above the knot and yanked again on her cuffs, obviously furious.<br/><br/>But she was also scared. She had counted upon her ability to speak to convince the crewmen to mutiny against their commander. The gag was going to make it more difficult.