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From: turner2corner@aol.com (Turner2Corner)
Subject: {ASSM} Foreign Customs (M+f, Ff, nc, rp) 
Date: Mon,  3 Sep 2001 17:10:02 -0400
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Foreign Customs By Turner2Corner

   (M+f, Ff, nc, rp)

   The following is a work of adult fantasy and is not to be read by anyone
under the age of 18.  It contains many acts that many people might find
offensive.  Do not continue to read if sexually explicit fantasy offends
you.

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   We were going through the customs area, the flight had been delayed and
we were tired out, my 12 year-old daughter was half asleep as we dragged
our luggage along.

   The officer at the desk beckoned to us both, he spoke in a lazy, bored
voice.

   "Have you read this notice?" He pointed to a list of prohibited items
hanging on the wall.  I nodded.  He then pointed to our bags, "are these
your luggage?" I nodded, "Did you pack these yourself?" Again I nodded,
"Please open them." I fumbled in my handbag for the keys.  Found them and
undid the locks.

   He opened the first suitcase, my daughters, his hands moving around the
blouses and tee shirts, over her panties and small bras.  He examined the
cups of a few bras, to the embarrassment of my daughter." He closed the
case and was about to mark it when he stopped and opened it again, he put
his hand into it and came out with a small plastic bag.  He opened it and
sniffed the contents.  He scowled and motioned two men over to us.

   "What is this?" he said pointing to the bag.  I shook my head,

   "I don't know, it wasn't there when I packed it!" He looked at my
daughter,

   "Maybe you put it in there after your mother packed it?" She shook her
head, "I don't believe you, this is a dangerous drug, and you shouldn't
have this!  Do you have any more?  She shook her head again - I had to
speak.

   "She's only twelve - she doesn't know what drugs are!" He gave an evil
smile, "Madam, Parents never know what their children are doing, I'm afraid
we need to investigate this further." At his gesture the two men took my
daughter away and through a door.

   When I started to protest he just looked at me.

   "Is this your bag madam?" I nodded - he opened it.  His hands moved all
over my clothes, while he was doing this he watched me - his hands on my
slips, bras, panties, and dresses.  He then found my compact he opened it
and sniffed at the pink powder inside it.  "What is this, more drugs" I
shook my head "We will hold you until this is analysed, come with me."

   He took me into the same room

   As the door closed I saw my daughter, she was stripped down to her
underwear, the training bra showing her lumps where the breasts were
starting to form, the mound of her mons was showing through her panties,
she was crying.  To one side three men were examining her clothes.

   "What are you doing to her?  She's only a child." The customs official
shook his head.  "No here she is just a criminal found with drugs, if we
are satisfied that it was only a mistake and that she is sorry then we will
let her go.  But first we have to ensure that she is not carrying any more
drugs.  Now sit here and I'll have this substance analysed."

   I was pushed into a chair, the chair was facing my daughter, she looked
at me.

   "Oh mummy, why are they doing this, I didn't put anything in the case,
can't you stop them." I got up to approach my daughter, one of the men saw
me and shouted.

   "You, sit down, do not approach the prisoner." I tried to explain, but
they would not listen to me, I was forced back onto the chair, this time I
was handcuffed to the arms of the chair, unable to raise myself.  The man
returned to my daughter.

   "You raise your arms, I have to check that you're not hiding anything in
your clothing." She looked at him,

   "But you have all my clothes over there." He shook his head,

   "No, not all the clothes, now stand still." He put his hands on her
waist, and raised them up her ribs to the bottom of the training bra.  He
grasped hold of the bottom of the bra and pulled it off from my daughter.

   "Oh no, please don't do that, No don't touch me there, Ow that hurts."
His hands were rubbing and pulling at my daughter puffy mounds, trying to
raise her nipples.

   "Not much there yet, but they will grow.  But I can't find anything
taped to them.  Now remove your panties." She shook her head, "What you
will not!" His hands went to the waistband of her panties, her hands
dropped trying to stop him.

   The two other men came over, each one grabbed hold of an arm and pulled
them behind her and up.  Handcuffs were applied and she was left with her
arms folded and fixed behind her back, her legs were held as the first man
dragged her panties from her hips and down to the ground.  Each leg was
lifted to allow the garment to be removed.

   She was crying now, both in fear and mortification.  The first man
rubbed his hands back up her legs, and over her lightly furred mound.

   "Why did you try to stop us, are you hiding something from us?" She
shook her head.  "I don't believe you, I think we are going to have to
search all your cavities just in case."

   I started to scream at the men, telling them that she was only a child,
and not to hurt her further, the first man nodded towards me, another man
picked up my daughters panties and approached me, when I opened my mouth to
speak again he inserted them into my mouth, then used a tie to keep them in
my mouth and gag me, he then returned to the first man.

   "Open your mouth." My daughter shook her head "We have to ensure that
you're not hiding anything in you mouth, now open it" again she shook her
head.  The second man went behind her and held her head steady, the first
man covered her mouth and nose with his hand.

   My daughter grew frantic, unable to breath, her eyes grew wide - she
couldn't use her hands, or move her head.  With the closeness of the two
men she couldn't move her body.  The first man spoke again.

   "I will remove my hand, you will open you mouth.  I will check inside
you mouth for any foreign matter, or else we will have to take drastic
steps, do you understand."

   She tried to nod her head, the man holding her also nodded.  The first
man removed his hand.  After a few deep breaths he approached her again,
this time her mouth opened.

   He inserted his fingers into her mouth, I could see he cheeks move as
the finger searched her mouth.  Then he added another finger and started to
move them in and out of her mouth, he added a third, still moving them back
and forth.

   "When I move them back in I will try to enter you throat, keep it
relaxed and try to swallow as they enter, I'm trying to see if there is a
string holding drugs in your stomach" She tried to shake her head, but to
no avail, the hand moved back in, I could see her throat moving trying to
swallow to get over the gag reflex.

   The first man seemed satisfied because after he removed his hand, the
second man let go of her head.

   "There, that wasn't so bad was it?" she was trying to cough.  The third
man approached he was carrying a tube which he offered to the first man. 
Who shook his head.

   "Not just yet, I have to examine the front first, I'll move to the back
in a moment," He looked at my daughter, said something I couldn't hear, she
shook her head.  Another few words still she shook her head, he slapped her
face, I tried to get up, to talk, but failed and was ignored.

   My daughter started to spread her legs, opening herself as far as she
could.  His hand moved down to her public arch, she shook her head again,
but didn't close her legs.  He inserted a finger, she moaned, the second
man held onto her tightly, his hand were grasping her small developing
breasts.  Ensuring that she couldn't move.

   The first man moved his finger back up inside her, and found a blockage
stopping his advance, natural skin not plastic, he looked at the other two
men and smiled, then nodded, they looked at each other and smiled.

   "Good nothing in there.  Now bend over, no hold on." Her arms were
uncuffed and rubbed, she moaned as the pins-and-needles started to hurt. 
She was walked over to me, the first man looked at me.

   "Open your legs please, or else you daughter will suffer" With that
choice I had no option but to open my legs.  My daughters face was pushed
between them, "Arms around her back." Her arms started to reach round, the
second man went behind me, and pulled her wrists together.

   "Ah.  I almost forgot!" The first man said.  He raised my skirt up,
showing my panties, my daughters face was forced into the crotch, I could
feel her breath on me.  I felt the cold of a blade on one hip, tug, then
the other, another tug.  "Raise your body please." I tried the best I
could, and found my panties being pulled off of me.

   My daughter face was in my crotch, her mouth was pressed against my
labia lips.  The first man spoke to my daughter.

   "You have given your mother great trouble, now pleasure her, you will
lick inside her, and excite her.  NOW START."

   With a sob, I could feel my daughter starting to obey him.  He went
behind her and forced her to her feet, he kicked her feet apart.  Then he
got the tube and started to apply the substance to her behind, a rubber
glove was offered, Oh God.  He wasn't going to . . .

   But he was!  He waved the glove away lubricated his hand, took one
finger and without warning stabbed her ass, forcing the finger past her
sphincter muscle, I could feel her reaction as she screamed into my cunt.

   Again he pumped his finger backwards and forwards, after a few moments
he added a second, once she was used to these a third was added.  He moved
his other hand below her body, again she stiffened, his hand was on her
clit as he forced her to orgasm in front of me as she was made to pleasure
me.  Once she came he stopped.

   As my daughter recovered she stopped working on me, the first man
slapped her.

   "You were not given permission to stop, carry on, I have to explain
things to your mother!" Her mouth reluctantly restarted it ministrations.
The man pulled a chair up and sat next to me.

   "You see, even with the little piece of drugs your daughter had in her
bag, we could put her in jail for several years.  Now you know how bad our
jails are, she might never survive the first year." I shook my head and he
patted it.  "I know, I know, you were only coming here for a holiday.  Now
there is a way in which we could punish her, and let you both continue with
your holiday." I looked at him, he nodded, "Yes, well with conditions of
course, but we can deal with these details later." My daughters tongue was
starting to work away, exciting me.  I started to nod my head.  "Excellent,
then we'll start straight away."

   The second man undid the handcuffs, but my daughter was made to bring me
to a climax, which due to my heighten senses, was one of the best I'd ever
felt.

   Once this was over my daughter was made to stand up, her face was
soaking with my juices, she raised a hand to wipe her face, but was told to
leave it alone.

   She was placed into the centre of the room, and made to kneel down.  The
first man started to speak.

   "With the drugs found in your luggage, it is possible that you could
face a jail term of not less that 5 years, unless you agree to our
punishment - do you agree?" she looked up at him and said.

   "What kind of punishment?" He shook his head,

   "No, the question was do you agree, we punish you or else you spend 5
years in prison, choose!" She shook her head.

   "I don't want to go to prison." He pressed his point.

   "So you agree to our punishment?" she nodded her head, "Good - here is
your punishment - you are ours for the next four hours, and then further
time to be arranged until you leave our country, now open your mouth!"

   She took a last despairing look at me, my gagged mouth and handcuffed
wrists, the raised skirt and my exposed mons.  Then opened her mouth to her
first cock, I watched as the other men startd to undress.  The first man
holding onto her head as he started to move his hips forcing more of his
cock into her throat.  When he finished the second man took his place.  The
customs official entered the room, and he started to undress as well.

   After taking all four men in her mouth, she was made to lie back with
her knees up.  The first man laid on top on her, he whispered into her ear,
she shook her head, his hands gripped and pulled her breasts, she finally
nodded her head, he released his hold, her hands went down towards her
virgin cunt.  She was going to have to guide him inside her.

   He lowered himself down onto her.

   "Uh, no you're too large, please no, no, " he raised himself up then
pushed down again, going through her hymen with a single thrust. 
"aaaaiiiieeee, It hurts, please stop, take it out, no please stop,
pleassee".

   He paused for a moment then said,

   "You think this hurts, you wait until I start on your ass." She started
to cry as he took her forcefully.

   After he had finished with her the others took their turn.  She moaned
with each thrust, never coming to a climax.

   There was a rest period, when she was brought to me and again made to
pleasure me with her mouth.  While she was doing this they started to
sodomise her.  This lasted for the third hour, each one taking her twice, I
came 5 times to her tongue.

   The fourth hour found her impaled on the cock of one man, with another
sodomising her again, a third using her mouth, and the fourth using her
hand to excite him, they kept changing places - like a well rehearsed
routine from hand to mouth, mouth to cunt, cunt to ass, ass to hand.

   At the end of the fourth hour they stopped and handed her back her
clothes, I was unchained from the seat.  The first man produced a document.

   "This is your confession, it states that you brought a quantity of drugs
into the country, against the law, and have accepted the punishment set out
by this office.  You also agree that you will make yourself available for
inspection at random times whilst you remain in this country." My daughter
looked up - "This means that we can check up on you whenever we want, and
do whatever we want, don't worry you won't be killed or injured, but you
will be available to us, now sign this at the bottom."

   With tears flowing down her face, my daughter took the pen and signed
her name, the men allowed her to dress and we exited from the room with our
luggage, we didn't say a word to each other, while she was in the taxi on
the way to the hotel, my daughter fell asleep, whimpering all the way.  

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