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Airport Strip Search (MF, nc, ss)
by Your Gynecologist (play_doctor@hotmail.com)
***
"Will you step this way please, Sir, and bring your travelling
companion with you."
There were three Customs Agents, and they were very polite,.
Having been through this process before, I was certain that
this would be a brief delay, minimized by the fact that we were
American citizens being interrogated by U.S. Customs agents. We were
escorted by the three agents (one female and two male) down a hall off
of the public corridor, where we entered a room with several desks and
in the far corner was a doctor's exam table (I wondered what that
could possibly be used for amidst what otherwise looked like an
office?). We were told to sit at the one of the desks and several
standard forms were handed to us. No problem - name, address, travel
itinerary, luggage contents, personal belongings, etc. By the time we
had finished completing the forms, our luggage arrived. The agents
opened it in our presence and individually removed and indexed each
article from the suitcases and placed them on a table. While this
wasn't embarrassing for me, I could see that my daughter was feeling a
little uncomfortable as the agent stated the items he was removing
from her suitcase: "blue blouse, red skirt, blue jeans, sheer nylons,
lace bra 36C, white bikini panties, two-piece bathing suit, hair
dryer, box of tampons - 6 of 12 inside, douche syringe (I knew she had
finished her period the first few days of our trip), suntan oil..."
The luggage inventory complete, I felt that we would soon be
released. One agent approached us, holding a scanning device, and
asked us to stand up, spread our legs, and hold our arms out straight.
Beth and I stood up and the agent approached me with the scanning
device. He ran it between my legs and placed it against my crotch,
then he ran it along both of my sides and across the top of my arms
and down my back. As he ran the device across my left side, it
started to beep very loudly. Before I knew it, two agents grabbed me
and held me, while the agent with the scanning device reached inside
of my sport coat. What he found was an envelope in which I was
carrying cash from my recent exchange with a local Santiago merchant!
He removed it while the agents held on to me, securing my hands behind
me with cuffs. "You are under arrest for suspicion of carrying monies
used to purchase illegal controlled substances in Santiago", they
informed me. I was told to sit in a chair and they secured my hand to
the back of the chair.
My daughter was being scanned by another agent in the same
manner, although she stepped backward when the device was placed
against her crotch. "Please stand still, ma'am, so the device can
detect whether any metal objects are concealed in bodily orifices",
she was told. She tolerated the scanning and everything was ok...at
least until the dog was brought back into the room. He immediately
went to her and put his nose right into her crotch! When the agent
pulled the dog away, he repeated this procedure on three separate
occasions. "We have every indication that a controlled substance is
concealed on your person", they informed my daughter. "This last test
will confirm the need for further physical interrogation." They had
the dog smell a test substance, and then they released him and, again,
he went right to my daughter's crotch. As quickly as I was cuffed, so
was she, and she was secured in a chair across the room. While one
male agent stood guard, the other two agents exited through a door in
the back of the room. The remaining agent provided us both with an
8-ounce glass of water and he instructed us that we had to drink all
of it. Because our hands were secured to the chair, he had to hold
the glass and we drank the water through a straw.
When the agents returned, they were joined by a man, dressed
professionally, but wearing a white lab coat. "This is Dr. Jenkins -
he will be conducting the physical interrogation. Both of you will be
searched for controlled substances, otherwise known as a 'strip
search', the agent said.
"Young lady, let's take a look at you first", said Dr. Jenkins
as the female agent led Beth toward the exam table. Now, Beth, Dr.
Jenkins, and the female agent were on the opposite side of the room,
while I was left on the other side of the room with two male agents.
Dr. Jenkins said, "I'm going to raise your shirt above your
breasts to see whether you're concealing anything in your bra", and he
moved towards Beth. Dr. Jenkins raised Beth's shirt above her bra and
when he stepped to the side, I could see the profile of Beth's breasts
looking much like her mother's. "Nothing there - now, step out of
your shoes so your pants can be removed." Beth slipped off her
sandals, and the female agent reached for the button to her jeans. It
seemed like no time before the button was undone, the zipper pulled
down and Beth was stepping out of her jeans.
"Are you a virgin?", he asked Beth. No answer. "Are you?",
he continued. Still no answer. "Well, I'm going to find out sooner
or later; please bend over the exam table".
The agent lead her to the exam table and she bent over. One
thing for sure was that Beth never had a problem with authority. I
knew that she was being humiliated but that she also knew that
cooperation was the best response. Nonetheless, she cried, "Daddy,
what are they doing to me?" Dr. Jenkins responded to the agent
closest to me, "Allow him to be close to his daughter", and the agent
escorted me to the head of the exam table where I could look into
Beth's tear-filled eyes, seeing her bent over the foot of the exam
table, he hands cuffed behind her back. I saw Dr. Jenkins putting on
examining gloves. Dr. Jenkins turned toward Beth. "First, I'm going
to do a pelvic exam, then a rectal exam. We'll find out just what
you're hiding." Beth began to stand up, but the agent placed her hand
firmly upon her shoulder. Dr. Jenkins seated himself upon a stool
which put him at eye level with Beth's hips. He placed his hand upon
Beth's buttocks and pulled down her panties. "Step out of your
panties so we can send them to the laboratory to see whether there has
been any seepage", said Dr. Jenkins. Beth stepped out of her panties
and then Dr. Jenkins said, "This is going to be tight because we
can't use any contaminating lubricants"...and then I heard Beth gasp!
"Yes, you are a virgin - quite rare for a girl of 19 these days - no,
wait a minute, the hymen is ruptured - maybe not"...and I could see
Dr. Jenkins moving in such a way to let me know that the pelvic exam
was finished. "Nothing in there - let's check the rectum", Dr.
Jenkins said. "Again, no contaminating lubricant, so it's going to be
tight"...Dr. Jenkins adjusted his position on the stool and --- Beth
moved forward and gasped --- as Dr. Jenkins proceeded with the rectal
exam. "Squeeze my finger and bear down as if you're having a bowel
movement...", he instructed Beth. "Not sure, here...do you have
anything up there?" Beth whimpered, "No, sir". But Dr. Jenkins
responded, "I'm not so sure...we'll find out...Stand up and turn
around to face me", he said as he concluded the rectal exam. Dr.
Jenkins slid back on the stool and Beth stood up and turned around. I
couldn't help but notice her nice shape and firm buttocks.
"We must witness you urinate and this will be sampled by our
laboratory.", said Dr. Jenkins, as he placed a beaker between Beth's
legs. In no time, the urine was filling the beaker. When she was
finished, Dr. Jenkins took a tissue and wiped between Beth's legs and
then he said, "Both this wipe and the urine will be tested for foreign
substances."
The agent moved a chair to the center of the room and then I
heard Dr. Jenkins say, "Stand over this commode. I am going to douche
you to insure that there are no foreign substances. That discharge,
too, will be examined by our laboratory." I noticed that this chair
had a toilet seat on it and a silver stainless steel pan below the
seat. Beth stood over the chair and Dr. Jenkins moved towards her,
holding a douche syringe in his hand. "Spread your legs more", he
instructed Beth. As Beth complied, Dr. Jenkins placed the nozzle
against her vaginal opening and squeezed the bulb. Liquid began to
trickle into and out of her vagina and into the commode, and then,
when all of the liquid was inserted, Dr. Jenkins withdrew the syringe
and slid on the stool away from Beth. The female agent removed the
pan from below the commode and replaced it with another.
"Finally, I am going to give you an enema. If you have hidden
any substance, it will be discharged within 5 minutes; if you're
clean, you'll simply discharge clear liquid. Please bend over." Beth
stepped away from the commode, turned around, and the agent held her
arm as she bent over with her buttocks facing Dr. Jenkins. He
approached Beth and I saw that he was holding a Fleet enema. He took
one hand and spread Beth's buttocks; with the other hand he inserted
the tip into Beth's rectum ...and, once inserted began to squeeze out
the liquid. Beth gasped as her rectum was again violated, but Dr.
Jenkins was quick to insert the nozzle and administer the enema. He
removed the nozzle and slid on the stool away from Beth and told her
to sit on the commode. The female agent led Beth to the commode and
kept her hand on her shoulder while she sat there. Dr. Jenkins then
approached me.
"Now, sir, we will discover whether you've brought anything
undisclosed with you from Santiago"..."Kathy, why don't you do this
interrogation to get the experience", he continued. I found out that
"Kathy" was the name of the femal agent, as she left Beth's side and
approached me. Under Dr. Jenkins' supervision she pulled my shirt
from my trousers, unbuttoned it with one hand and exposed my chest.
Dr. Jenkins observed as the agent searched inside my shirt, leaving it
unbuttoned when she was finished, "Well, nothing hidden under here",
she said as her hands began to undo my belt. "But, its off with the
trousers for you, too", and before I knew it, my pants were at my
ankles. I somehow got the idea that I should be stepping out of my
loafers and away from my pants and Dr. Jenkins was pleased, "I see
we're getting all the cooperation that is required", he said.
Before long I was turned around and I, too, found myself lying
across the exam table as my jockey shorts were pulled down my legs and
off. Lying face down on the exam table, I was left only with my sense
of hearing...and I heard examining gloves being pulled on. Never
crazy about the rectals given to me during my annual physicals, I was
sure that this was going to approach a nightmare! The only thing I
can say is that Dr. Jenkins had long, but slender fingers, as I felt
him penetrating my anus and inserting his finger the full length into
my rectum. I looked over my shoulder to see Dr. Jenkins standing to
the side and it was Agent Kathy who was doing the exam! I sort of
grunted as her finger slid in. She moved it around and when she came
into contact with my prostate I felt my muscles constrict against her
finger and, interestingly enough, the involuntary response of my penis
hardening to erection. She moved the tip of her finger against my
prostate for a while causing my penis to become fully erect. Then, as
she was withdrawing her finger, Dr. Jenkins said, "OK, now stand up
and face Agent Price." That was no real problem until I turned around
to face her, realizing that both she and Beth were now observing me in
full erection.
"We do an extensive rectal and prostate examination on male
suspects to insure that no barbiturate substance has been introduced
into the rectum. Had it been, you would not have achieved erection",
explained Dr. Jenkins. I think Dr. Jenkins remembered Beth on the
commode because he then said to the agent, "You can help her off the
commode and send the discharge to the lab." And the agent responded,
"Sure, looks like she's finished", as he helped Beth off of the
commode, cleansed her buttocks with tissue, and seated her on a chair
against the wall.
Meanwhile, Agent Price had examined my testicles and was now
holding my penis in one hand while inserting a cotton swab into the
urethral opening, "to obtain a sample from the mucous membrane",
explained Dr.Jenkins. I saw my daughter staring at the procedure in
wide-eyed shock and disbelief. The agent was handed a beaker by Dr.
Jenkins and she guided my penis into the opening. Without being told
what to do, and anticipating the demand, I began to urinate into the
beaker. When I was finished, Agent Price wiped the tip of my penis
and handed the wipe and the beaker back to Dr. Jenkins.
"Please bend over the exam table for the enema", he
instructed. I prepared to be violated one more time, and soon I felt
the tip of the nozzle against my anus. With one steady motion, Agent
Price inserted it deep into my rectum. I felt the liquid shortly
thereafter, a slight sensation as it was injected. She slid the
nozzle out and then helped me onto the commode. "The same as your
daughter. If there's something up there, it's coming out from the
enema". I sat on the commode and felt cramping as the liquid did its
work. This was the first time in my life I prayed I didn't have to
go, but I did need to get rid of the enema!
As I sat on the commode, Dr. Jenkins approached Beth and said,
"I'm positive you're hiding something from the way that dog responded.
Perhaps you discharged it before we were able to get a hold of you.
One final check to see whether there is an elevated temperature." He
had Beth stand and led her over to the exam table. The agent helped
her to sit on the table until Dr. Jenkins said, "Lie back on the
table, raise your knees and spread your legs, put your feet in the
stirrups...slide down so that your buttocks are on the edge", he
instructed. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Beth lying on
the exam table as Dr. Jenkins made some preparations. Dr. Jenkins
resumed his position on the stool between Beth's legs as he said,
"These thermometers, one inserted in your vagina and one in your
rectum, will determine whether a foreign substance has raised the
orifice temperature...open your mouth for the other
thermometer...we'll use that to compare the temperatures...now, while
the thermometers register, I am going to trim some pubic hair to test
for trace substances"....and I could hear the scissors and the hair
being placed in a plastic bag. Beth lay still for the procedure. I
knew she disliked this extremely since her mother had shared with me
the experience of their recent visit to the gynecologist...and I
remember, when she was younger, how she objected to her mother using
the rectal thermometer even though the pediatrician encouraged it.
After a few minutes, Dr. Jenkins spoke up and said, "Let's look at
those temperatures", and I could see him stand to retrieve the one
from her mouth "98 point 6", her vagina "99 point 6" and her rectum
"99 point 6...no elevated temperature...I'm going to take a look with
a speculum."
I could hear a drawer sliding open and shut, and the movement
of a metal instrument. "Spread your legs wider so I can insert
this...wider! Don't close them!..and I could see Agent Price agent
step forward and place her hands on Beth's knees to separate them.
Dr. Jenkins leaned forward and Beth moaned "ooohhh" and I could see
her hips raise as the speculum was inserted. "It looks like nothing's
been in here! It has to have been in the rectum, but that, too, was
just as tight", Dr. Jenkins exclaimed as I heard him lay down the
speculum. I heard some more noise and I saw the profile of an
l-shaped device with a bullet-tipped end. "This is a rectal speculum
so I can see inside of you", Dr. Jenkins said, and with that I could
see one of his hands placed upon Beth's buttocks and I assumed the
speculum was being inserted because she emitted even a loader and more
distressed moan of discomfort. I could see Dr. Jenkins moving around
and then he leaned back as the speculum was removed - and Beth lowered
her legs. "You're one...", and Dr. Jenkins was interrupted...
Another agent burst into the room and said, "They're clean!
DEA just...", and then his eyes looked toward Beth's side of the
room... "Oh, excuse me"...and he entered the room and walked toward me
sitting on the commode. "As I was saying, they're clean. DEA just
searched the plane...one seat...hers...loaded with stuff...and
him...clean as a whistle...Treasury traced the money to Santiago Bank.
He looked to me and said, "Our apologies", then left. I saw Beth
stand up and come running toward me, clad only in her shirt, her hands
cuffed behind her back...
The agents and Dr. Jenkins were quick to leave the room and it
didn't matter that I was sitting on the commode, my erection now
subsided, or that my daughter, naked from the waist down, had been
violated. Their interrogation was over. Soon, two male agents
entered the room and returned our clothes and personal belongings.
They read a prepared statement and asked us to sign it. Beth and I
dressed and gathered our belongings...and left the room. We never
signed the statement. But now, I needed to find a bathroom!