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2/24/98
Istanbul Strip
Search
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(C) by Leo
Sanderson
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 eye
lashes, 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 "Provoctive 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 mostache 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 uniforned 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 deak. 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 foridden 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 finger tips 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 muffeled
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 harted 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, cirarette 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 gasps 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 matress, 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
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Leo Sanderson e-mail me at : leonsan@rocketmail.com
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