Examination

"Well, since you don't have any ID, we'll need to do a strip and cavity search to make sure you're not smuggling anything or are dangerous."

"Umm, I'll just walk back to Croatia..." she said as she turned around and starting walking back. She felt a tug on her dress, but before she could register it fully she tripped and fell over, feeling her dress rip off in the process. Samantha never wore underwear, so her bare body was on display to the guards.

"Oh my god, miss, I'm so sorry..." said the guard with Sam's dress ripped in his hand, "I was about to say that you can't do that since it's suspicious. Are you okay, ma'am?"

"Yeah, I'm fine..." Sam got up and brushed herself off. Luckily she hadn't gotten scratched on the rocks, or even damaged her nails.

"Well, that's a relief, sorry about your dress. We were going to take you to a booth to do your search, but we might as well do it here. Say aah!" Sam complied as the guards shone a flashlight in her mouth and saw nothing. After the flashlight was withdrawn she gasped as she felt fingers through her butthole.

"Okay, ma'am, do you have any medical papers on you?"

"Ummm, no."

"Okay, we'll need to do a quick medical exam to see if you are healthy. Just a heartbeat measurement and a pap smear for you."

What, a pap smear? Before she could question it, one of the guards opened her nether regions up with both hands while another took a brush to her cervix. The second guard then felt around her insides before concluding she was safe. A cold stethoscope to her chest followed, and then to her back.

"Okay, miss, now we'll need your sandals and hat to test them. Please wait here for a minute," as one of the guards took her hat that had fallen on the ground in the commotion and another took the sandals off her feet, rubbing them in the process to confirm nothing was amiss. The guards left and walked to a hut twenty yards away. Sam couldn't believe her luck! Within a minute her hat was returned to her, with instructions to keep waiting for the results of her smear and clothing analysis.

Sighing, Sam looked in the distance at the waves with a smirk while covering her most private area with the hat. Eventually the guards returned with a bit of paperwork, and her clothes.

"Again, sorry about that. Here is a 90-day visa for your troubles, please write your name on it, and the results of your test. Welcome to Bosnia and Herzegovina!" Sam took her paperwork, redonned her hat and sandals, and considered what to do with the remains of her dress.