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Archive name: istanbul.txt (MF, nc, bond, humil, rp)
Authors name: Leo Sanderson (leonsan@rocketmail.com)
Story title : Istanbul Strip Search
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This story is copyrighted to the author and may not be
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permission. (c) 1998 Leo Sanderson
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Istanbul Strip Search (MF, nc, bond, humil, rp)
By: Leo Sanderson (leonsan@rocketmail.com)
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Sandra Williamson was a 25-year-old woman working for the
American Embassy in Istanbul, Turkey and she was leaving
the country for a few weeks vacation back in her hometown
in the U.S.A. Sandra was a beautiful, brunette with a
fabulous body; the kind of woman that turned men's heads
when she entered a room or if she was spotted walking down
the street. She had the full, high, firm breasts of a
PLAYBOY centerfold, the face of a fashion model and the
legs of a woman, a man dreams of, when he thinks of a
dream girl.
Sandra had planned to travel with another government
employee home, but Jack Potters had taken ill and had
cancelled his trip. Standing in the Istanbul Air Terminal,
Sandra thought about getting on the airplane and just
relaxing, forgetting the days here in Turkey.
The job was not that bad, helping American families abroad
and serving as personal secretary to the boss; the
Ambassador, but she just wanted to get back home and see
old friends, after a year here. Sandra noticed several
airport police looking at her and talking, like they were
talking about her. In the large marbled room of the
Airport, there were many people moving around, several
families seated waiting for their flights, but it seemed
to Sandra that she was the only single American woman.
Her hair was shoulder length and framed a sexy face; green
eyes, long eyelashes, full red lips and a strong chin. She
wore a short blue dress that was a bit tight around her
ass and a white silk blouse that clung to her 36D cup size
breasts.
Sandra remembered being told to not wear any "provocative
clothing" out in public. Anything she wore could be said
to be provocative, as most Turkish women covered their
bodies with the dark shawl-like togas when seen outside,
and nothing could be seen. Perhaps that is what the Police
were discussing.
Then two of them came over to Sandra and standing close to
her, a tall dark man with mustache spoke: "Ahh, Miss, you
will plez come with us to the Customs Office now?" Sandra
was caught by the shoulders by each of the officers and
moved toward the office in the far hallway before she
could finish her startled exclamation : " What? what do I
need to go there?
I work for the U.S. Embassy here in...." The two tall
officers pulled Sandra along with them at a fast pace,
almost lifting her off her black high heeled shoes. Then
she was led into the room where another brown uniformed
officer sat behind a large wood desk in the center of the
Customs Office. He had black, greasy hair, combed tightly
over the bald spot on the back of his head. A pencil thin
mustache, large nose and smiling lips greeted her as she
was placed in front of his desk.
The Captain was smoking a cigarette and puffed once as he
let his eyes travel over Sandra's form before he spoke:
"Miss Williamson; you are planning to leave us today? Did
you think you could leave with the forbidden items in your
luggage and we would not know of it?" One of the police
brought a blue leather one-suiter from the floor and
opened it. Inside were 15 small packages wrapped in
plastic material.
"We tested this and it is Cocaine.... my dear American
lady Fool! All very illegal.... very foolish of you....
you will surely be sent to Prison till you are a very old
woman!" the Captain said, blowing smoke into Sandra's very
startled and horrified face.
"This is a mistake! SOMETHING is HORRIBLY WRONG!" Sandra
screamed at the Turkish Customs officers that stood all
around her now. Several more men had entered the room
since she had been brought inside and now one of them had
locked the door.
Sandra heard the click and saw the key in his brown hand
and the white teeth as he smiled back at her. Captain
Yoceif Gerragiano gazed at the young woman standing across
the desk from him; the eyes wide, her mouth open with
surprise and fear. Her dark hair had fallen over her face
somewhat and she seemed to have a few drops of sweat
popping out on her forehead. He admired Sandra's full,
rounded bosom that seemed so firm and high beneath her
thin white blouse.
He wondered if her nipples were pink or brown. These
American women; showing their bodies ,their big breasts in
public. His eyes traveled over the small waist, the flat
stomach, the hips and the long legs; encased in nylon.
"American whore woman!" the Captain shouted at Sandra,
"YOU COME TO OUR COUNTRY AND BECAUSE YOU WORK FOR YOUR USA
EMBASSY, YOU THINK YOU CAN DO ANYTHING? SMUGGLE DRUGS BACK
TO YOUR COUNTRY? Well, Dear whore madam, you will not
succeed! WE will now ask you to remove ALL of your
clothing, so we can be sure you are not transporting any
more illegal drugs," the officer said smiling as he seated
himself.
A customs agent had positioned himself on either side of
Sandra and each had a hold on her upper arms. "TAKE YOUR
HANDS OFF ME! I DEMAND YOU RELEASE ME NOW AND LET ME CALL
THE AMERICAN EMBASSY!" Sandra said with a tremble in her
voice.
"Remove the clothing NOW.... or we will be forced to do it
for you!" the Captain said in a deep voice.
"I WILL NOT DISROBE! AND I DEMAND A WOMAN TO BE DOING
ANY.... ANY STRIP SEARCHING," Sandra said, her voice
cracking and her eyes filling with tears.
Suddenly, Sandra was pushed forward so that her hips were
pushed against the edge of the desk, she was bent forward,
her hands forced down to the desk top by the two men
beside her. "Ohhhhh! STOP IT! NooooAAaaaaahhhheeee!"
Sandra screamed, trying to break free, but she remained
bent over.
She felt her blouse buttons hitting around her as the
cloth was ripped open. Captain Gerragiano was behind
Sandra now and unhooked the wide elastic band of Sandra's
brassiere. As Sandra cried out and struggled with the two
officers, the Captain pushed the bra cups forward and ran
his fingertips under the edges of her garment and searched
for any small packets of cocaine. His fingers touched
Sandra's twin swelling mounds of flesh and then cupped
each of her full breasts in his hands, feeling her
erecting nipples growing in his palms.
As he pulled her back to him, Sandra with growing horror,
felt his chest against her bare back and the stiff mound
of his penis as it pressed against her buttocks.
The Captain was squeezing each of Sandra's breasts,
pinching her nipples and whispering into her ear some
Turkish demands or perhaps he was offering her dinner and
a movie? She was being held by the two men or either side
of her still, and now they helped the Captain to remove
her torn blouse and white lacy bra. They held her as
others lowered her skirt and then slipped it off.
Sandra's screaming was muffled when they quickly slipped
off her white bikini panties and stuffed them into her
mouth. One of her dark nylon stockings was removed and
tied around her mouth. The room full of Airport Police and
Customs Agents had formed a circle around Sandra and the
three men that were busy undressing Sandra. As each
article of clothing was stripped off, they made a half
hearted attempt to find any drugs, but their real quest
was to fondle and massage the American woman's body.
Sandra was held by four of the brown uniformed men as the
Captain ran his fingers over her nude body; searching
beneath her round breasts and between her thighs.
He parted her pussy lips and thrust his fingers deep
inside her as Sandra moaned and writhed in the grips of
four brown shirted men. They turned Sandra face down on
the desk and as the others pressed closer, examined her
ass cheeks and proceeded to give her a rectal exam. Sandra
had closed her eyes tightly, ever since the ordeal had
begun and was trying to shut everything out of her mind.
As Captain Gerragiano pressed Sandra's flesh and continued
to pinch her nipples with his fingertips, he wished that
he were alone with the large breasted American and he were
naked as she and he had his eight inch long cock thrust up
to his balls into the tight woman's cunt ! He could
imagine her on his bed, her dark hair spread out on his
pillow his arms around her, her long legs wrapped around
him, squeezing him each time he drove deep into her, and
as he thrust his tongue deeper into her mouth.
After two hours of searching the woman, and where no other
drugs were discovered but each of the Officers had their
fill of squeezing the big breasts, holding her tightly,
Sandra was allowed to rest. Her gag was removed, and she
was moved into a small cell next to the Captain's office,
but she was not allowed to put her dress back on. The
Captain continued to threaten her with life in a Turkish
jail if she did not tell him all she knew about the 15
packets that had been "found" in her luggage.
Sandra continued to protest her innocence of any drug
smuggling, but they would not let her alone. She kept
asking for a single phone call to her supervisor, but they
would not let her. At 9 PM they brought her a TV dinner
and some water. Sandra, still nude, except for one thigh
high stocking on her left leg, ate some of it, but began
crying and could not finish it.
In the concrete cell with the steel bars for a door, and
shivering from the Turkish night and feeling so bad, she
lay back on her thin mattress and began to sob, her
shoulders shaking as the tears flowed. Minutes passed and
then from the dark, came the deep voice of the Captain:
"It does appear that you are in deep trouble, but there is
a way out of this for you, a way to escape the prison."
Sandra lifted her head and could see the Officer standing
outside the cell, cigarette smoke drifting up, the red
glow of the tobacco as he puffed it. "H...how.... what do
I.... what must I do? Sandra asked in a small little-girl
voice.
"There are ways to erase your crimes, my dear," the
Captain went on. "One way I am thinking of presently....
is to be my lady.... come and you would work for me!" he
spoke slowly. "You would be my personal sex slave!"
Later that night, Sandra lay in her bed; a wire mesh
affair with a thin mattress. She had a small dingy white
sheet pulled across her nude body and she was trying to
erase her memory of the terrible scene of the events of
the day, but she continued to see herself like some B-
movie: being strip searched and held by all those men
while they put their hands all over her body, putting
their hands in her most private places!
Now the door to her cell opened and a shaft of light fell
onto her and she saw the black shape of a man: The Captain
as he slipped into the cell. Before she could shout or
protest, her mouth was covered with a pad of cloth,
muffling her surprised cry. Sandra could feel the bare,
hot body pressing down on her, pressing her hard nippled
breasts against his hard, hairy chest.
He took her wrists and tied them together above her head,
then to the bed frame with a short piece of rope. Now the
sheet was removed and Sandra felt the engorged thickness
of his cock as it was slipped into her. Tears formed in
her eyes as the enormous shaft filled her vulva,
stretching her till she screamed out, till the gag was
stuffed into her mouth and tied with her other nylon
stocking.
Now, all was silent except for the moans and grunts and
the creaking of the bed as the Captain drove into her,
thrusting in and pulling out; speeding up the motions as
time went by till he erupted in a spasm of thrusting and
groaning.
As he rested and regained his strength and prepared to
begin sucking on her lovely American breasts and her hard,
pink tips , he whispered into her ear. Sandra had turned
her head to the mattress, trying to get away from his
mouth; but she could smell and taste the tobacco and
strong Turkish coffee on his tongue when he pushed it into
her mouth and when he kissed her roughly.
"My dear.... Sandra Williamson.... tomorrow you will be
transported to my summer place in the country. You will
join my group of women I have collected, my harem, and you
will learn to serve my every sexual desire. You will be
expected to be submissive to me and obey my every command.
You will be whipped and tortured if you disobey me. Do you
understand? You will learn to love me and want to please
me in every way!" he breathed into her ear.
Sandra remained silent, her crying was unheard, only her
shoulders shook and the hot tears soaked into the
mattress.
The End
E-mail me at: leonsan@rocketmail.com and let me know what
you thought of my story.
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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