Here is a true story you all might be interested in. A friend of mine who
travels often and far, is an extremely good-looking blond. She is in her early
thirties, about 5'2" and 120 lbs., long hair to the middle of her back, large
round breasts, and one of those protruding, bubble-asses that is just perfect.
Anyway, she recently was traveling by herself to Turkey, and had a wild
experience at the Istanbul Airport. Just after passing through Customs, a male
security officer suddenly appeared and asked her to follow him. Even though she
had done nothing and was not carrying anything illegal, Cathy immediately became
worried that perhaps her papers were not in order, or she had forgotten some
paperwork. The officer led her into a small, windowless room containing just a
desk, and a low folding-type table. The officer ,after asking her name,
destination, purpose of visit, etc., and inspecting her passport, informed Cathy
that she fit their profile for a drug courier. Cathy protested this vehemently,
not being a drug user and of course not having any in her possession.
Nevertheless, the officer produced papers authorizing a thorough search of her
to be made. About this time, another male officer entered the room, and asked if
there was a problem. Both of these guys were in their mid 40's, somewhat
overweight and of average looks at best. The first one said there was no
problem, he had just informed Cathy of the need to search her and her
belongings. When Cathy asked for a female officer to conduct the search, the
second guy told her that none were available, and that they would conduct the
search. Cathy started protesting loudly, and was told that if she did not
cooperate fully, she would be taken to jail, where things would be much worse.
The first officer then asked her to place her purse on the low table, after
which the second officer dumped the contents and went through it thoroughly.
Cathy was wearing jeans, a silk blouse, and a light jacket. The first officer
then told her to remove the jacket and place it on the table, after which the
other officer thoroughly examined it. Then, Cathy was told to place her feet on
two tape marks about two feet apart, and about two feet in front of the table.
After doing this she was told to bend at the waist and place her hands about two
feet apart on the edge of the table. While the first officer looked on, the
other knelt behind her, pulled up the bottom of her jeans, and carefully
inspected her socks. When this was done, he began thoroughly patting down her
left leg, moving upward until stopping just shy of her crotch. Then he repeated
with the other leg, again stopping just short of the crotch. Then he began
carefully feeling around her belt and waist, and on down to her front pockets,
then around to her rear where he carefully patted her back pockets. Cathy told
me that at this point she was very scared and embarrassed, but thought the
officers might limit their search to a non-invasive pat-down. Not to be! The
officer then worked his hand to her crotch and very carefully felt this area.
Now Cathy was red with embarrassment. He then placed his hand between her legs
from the rear, very slowly and carefully feeling her crotch from this angle,
while the officer watched intently. He then remarked to the other officer that
because her jeans were so tight, he could not inspect her adequately. The
officer then commanded her to stand and remove her shoes and socks. After she
had done this, critically inspected these items, and then ordered her to remove
her pants. Cathy began stammering with embarrassment, claiming that this was not
necessary, she had nothing down there to hide. The first officer then became
more hostile, and told her there would be no arguing, OR ELSE! So Cathy
unbuttoned and unzipped her Levi's, and slowly slid them off, careful not to
pull her underwear down as well. After she had removed these and the other
officer carefully inspected them, she was made to assume the position again. She
was wearing panties of the type that are quite fully cut, extending almost to
her navel and completely covering her rear. The officer then began to carefully
feel around her waistband, slowly working his hands down to her hips, and then
around front to her pussy. For what she thought seemed like a minute, he
carefully but gently explored her crotch, then again reached between her legs
from behind and felt her carefully from this angle. To Cathy's extreme
embarrassment, she felt herself start to become wet. The officer then slowly
pulled her panties down over her buttocks and halfway to her knees. He then
asked the other officer to conduct a visual rectal examination. Cathy was red as
a beet by now at this invasion of her privacy. The second officer knelt behind
her and gently parted her ass-cheeks. For a full minute or more, Cathy could
sense him examining her rectum while he held her cheeks spread wide. After this
was done, the other officer resumed the search, carefully moving his hands up
her upper body, feeling the back of her shirt, collar, sleeves, and finally
moving up the front. When he reached her breasts, he began feeling every inch of
these extremely thoroughly. Finally, he ordered her to remove her blouse. When
Cathy asked if she could pull her panties up, she was told NO! She unbuttoned
and slipped off her blouse, now standing in front of both officers with her
panties pulled almost to her knees, and wearing just a lacy white bra, which
contained her very full breasts. To her extreme dismay, she was wetter than
ever, and hoped that the officers would not notice. Again, she was made to
assume the position, and one of the officers moved behind her and began
examining her bra with his fingers. Starting at the clasp in back, he slowly
worked his fingers along the sides and then to the cups in front, where he
thoroughly felt every inch. He then reached back and unsnapped the bra, then
lifted the cups so her breasts fell free. The other officer then moved in and
lifted Cathy's large breasts, carefully feeling the undersides. When the breast
exam was complete, she was told to stand upright. Assuming the search was over,
Cathy asked if she could dress. No, came the reply, instead she was ordered to
completely remove her undergarments. By this time she was so flustered,
embarrassed, and in spite of herself, wetter than ever. After placing the bra
and panties on the table, she was told to stand, completely naked now, facing
the two male officers. The first officer told her to hold both hands out, palms
up. Then after they were satisfied she was holding no contraband, she was
commanded to open her mouth wide, and one of the officers examined the interior.
Then they had her lean forward and thoroughly shake out her long hair to see if
anything was in there. The second officer then ordered to assume the position
again. By now, Cathy could feel her juices beginning to seep down her inner
thighs, and she knew they could not help to notice, as she was bending over at
the waist with her feet spread apart. The first officer went to the desk, where
he produced a tube of Vaseline. Scared now, Cathy asked him what it was for. He
replied that he was going to have to conduct a digital examination of her
rectum. He then moved behind her, placed a glob of the gel on his fingers, and
reached between her ass-cheeks. Cathy felt the cool tang as the officer began
gently rubbing around her anus, spreading the lubricant around the opening,
which was very tight. To her shock, he then knelt behind her and spread her
apart with one hand, and began inserting the Vaseline tube into her ass. Once
several inches were inside her rectum, he began squeezing out the contents. It
felt very cool and slippery as it filled her rear, leaking out the opening. Now,
Cathy noticed the other officer had put on latex gloves. He came to her side,
and reached down between her legs from the front, fingering her now soaking
pussy. He carefully inserted his finger, and explored her vagina while
simultaneously massaging her clit. Almost beside herself with ecstasy now, she
had almost forgotten the officer who was preparing her rectum for examination.
Suddenly she felt a dull pain as he forcefully entered her ass with his finger.
Now she had an officer digitally searching her vagina, while the other probed
her rectum, while she remained in the spread-eagle search position. It was too
much, and she began to orgasm. This prompted one officer to call her a slut, for
getting enjoyment out of being strip-searched, and he felt she should be
disciplined. The other agreed, and now Cathy worried as to what they might do.
Forced to remain in the position, both officers withdraw their fingers from her
orifices. One of then moved directly behind her, and suddenly she was shocked by
a very hard slap on her bare ass. They then began to take turns slapping her
round ass, hard enough that in short order the cheeks were bright red. All of a
sudden, she heard the unmistakable sound of a zipper going down, and turned her
head enough to see that one of the officers had taken his cock out. Not just any
cock, but one almost as thick as her wrist and probably 9" long. He commanded
her to bend over, that a deeper rectal exam was in order. The other officer
pushed Cathy into a deeply bent-over stance, and held her in this way while the
other slowly pushed his huge member into the opening of her anus. She tried to
relax her sphincter as much as possible to avoid damage, but the pain was rather
intense due to his large size. The officer slowly pushed his cock deeper into
her ass, and now she was thankful he had lubricated her rectum so thoroughly.
Soon, the entire nine inch dick was in her rear, and then he began pumping in
and out, while slapping her ass-cheeks. Cathy was trying her best to endure this
forceful ass-fucking and slapping, when she saw that the other officer had
stripped from the waist down. Observing that he had a slightly smaller than
normal dick, she thought at least he couldn't hurt her with it. He moved to
stand close in front of her face, and Cathy thought he was going to make her
suck him off, while the other butt-fucked her. She resigned herself to this and
began to move her mouth towards his member, when he stopped her. Surprised, she
looked up at him. He grinned, and slowly turned around, until his rather hairy
ass was in front of her, only inches from her face. Shock began to set in, as
she slowly realized what he wanted from her. She had heard of rim jobs, but
certainly had never given
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: This is where this story ends ,as the newsgroup only sent this much. So
perhaps the author would not mind too much if I ended the story the way I would,
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(Conclusion of story : "The Turkish Strip-Search ".) Cathy was beginning to
realize what had started out as a real strip-search was actually a ruse and was
merely a plan by the Turkish officers to get a young, beautiful, blonde haired
American woman to strip, fondle her and then to rape her! Cathy was starting to
scream as the men held her. One had his hands cupping her breasts, squeezing
each firm mound and then pinching her erecting nipples with his fingers. His
pants were unzipped and his hard cock was pressing into Cathy's bared buttocks.
She could feel it slipping into her ass cheeks. One officer was on either side
of her, holding one arm and another crouching; held her ankles so she could not
kick them. As soon as Cathy began to shout out, her mouth was stuffed full of
her torn panties and her mouth was tied with a piece of cloth. Cathy's cries for
help were muffled instantly and she could only gasp for air and wonder why this
was happening to her. She heard the leader speak something to his men and Cathy
felt herself being lifted up and carried a short distance to a room in back of
the Custom's "Search area". They opened the door of the concrete block cell and
switched on a single lamp hanging from a cable dangling from the ceiling. On the
floor was a single mattress; fairly thin and dirty. On the wall, hung several
steel chains with leg and wrist restraints. Cathy was flung down on the mattress
and pulled by two of the men so she was laying face up. She saw the Captain of
the Officers with his shirt off and he was swiftly getting out of his pants.
Cathy saw him step out of his shorts and the massive erection he held with both
hands as he knelt between her legs. She was being held now by four men; one
holding each arm and leg, as the dark haired Officer fell onto Cathy's soft
body. She felt his hot, sweaty body press into her's and felt his tongue fill
her mouth as soon as the panties were pulled out. Cathy could taste the
sour-tobacco- black coffee of his mouth as he probed deep into her mouth and
thrust his hard penis in a similar fashion into her pussy lips. Cathy tried to
vomit him out of her mouth but she was only able to hear the cheer of the men
holding her as they witnessed their leader plunging his erection into the big
breasted, blonde haired American bitch! They whistled and roared their approval
as the Captain moved his mouth to Cathy's left, round, pink nipple and sucked it
with a series kisses, sucks and bites. He was moving faster now with his
thrusting, and Kathy despite herself was beginning to feel a powerful orgasm
approaching. He was slamming his thick ten inch cock into her, sliding into her
heated pussy "balls deep" and now extracting some moans of pleasure from the
woman. Her full breasts, firm as they were, had flattened under his hairy chest
and Cathy wished he would just hurry up and finish because his chest hair was
like sandpaper to her sensitive nipples as he pressed down on them at each
downward thrust of his engorged member. It seemed that his motions continued for
hours, but it had only been twenty pain- full minutes when she sensed his balls
tightening and his cock beginning to pulse and throb with his approaching
climax! She had never been so filled with a man's penis as this moment,
stretched almost to the point of tearing; her vagina was almost bursting and to
Cathy's mind it seemed that she had never been "loved" so forcefully and for so
long. He gave a sigh, let out a blast of air and the men around Cathy shouted
with cheers and whistles as their leader exploded deep into the woman's sex and
eased down onto her, totally spent. Cathy had almost experienced an orgasm but
just as she felt it ,the motions ended. But as the Captain got off her, she
realized with horror, that her ordeal was not over. Another dark haired, swarthy
skinned man stood over her, removing his clothing and preparing to resume the
rape. Cathy was to endure the four officers ;one after another in the cold cell
that afternoon. They allowed her to rest and brought her some food that night
but after a few hours of rest, Cathy was awakened from a deep sleep and several
police officers came into the cell and one after the other had sex with her.
While one held her arms and another held her head, she was forced to suck off
one after another. Then they took turns engaging her in all kinds of oral and
vaginal intercourse. Cathy tried to scream but her sounds were muffled to a
gasping moan as a erect swelling cock was thrust into her mouth. A knife was at
her throat and she was told to do everything as ordered or they would kill her.
Only the moans and gasps from Cathy and the grunting and sounds made by the men
when they had experienced an orgasm were heard in the concrete block room. It
seemed that all the men were intent on sucking on Cathy's large breasts as a
prelude to plunging their stiff cocks into her tortured body. Her pink nipples
were sore from so many lips that had pulled on them and teeth that had bit down
on them. At one time; she was penetrated by a man at her vagina, at her anus and
mouth ,while at the same time her breasts were being sucked by two men and she
was forced to jerk-off two other men with her hands; all at the same time.
Finally the night was over, the men put on their clothing and left. Cathy ached
all over. Her mouth was sore and her pussy had been stretched to the point of
tearing and each of her nipples were bleeding from teeth marks. After several
weeks, Cathy was transported to a town deep in the desert and plans were made to
sell her to a sheik that had always wanted a young and beautiful, big breasted,
long legged, long blonde haired American woman for his harem. Cathy was sold for
several hundred thousand American dollars and was never heard of again until she
turned up in New York in 1998. She had written a book : " An American White
Slave in a Turkish Harem" by Cathy Bradley Havesser. She was having an autograph
party in a big book store in Manhattan and was offered several millions of
dollars for the book to be turned into a movie by a major Hollywood studio.
Cathy was also being offered several other endorsement proposals from some large
companies; some being : Revlon, Nike, Sears, Coke-Cola, Playtex, IBM and
Microsoft. The End
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