In a small US customs facility, location unknown and under question

Yania awoke in a clean white room. Her headache was gone and she felt only slightly groggy, no worse than if she had slept a little too long, but the bloated feeling in her belly remained. To her distress, her clothing had been removed, replaced by a simple white gown with a loose tie in the back, attire seen by patients in hospitals the world over.

What had happened? Had she become so ill that she had to be hospitalized? Was she in America? Had faithful Pembleton been caught smuggling her in or ... betrayed her?

What the princess did know was that when the door opened and a fat red-faced white man entered nothing good would come of it. If she was really in America, that meant this man was almost surely bad news. The man looked at the chart he held in his hand. "Ms. Kalawi," Ms. Kalawi? Yania had never heard the name before in her life, "My name is Officer Goodchild. My paperwork here says that you are a refugee with a criminal history that came here to our fair country when you sought asylum from your own shithole of a country..." Yania gritted her teeth, "... and no other nation would accept you, given your background. I guess our little local laws regarding your kind aren't as bad as getting chopped up by warlords, huh?"

Yania opened her mouth, "I'm not..."

"That was a rhetorical question, Miss," Officer Goodchild interrupted swiftly with as hard a tone as anyone had ever used on the foriegn princess, "and you will not speak unless I ask for an answer. This is your first and only warning: keep your black mouth shut or I will immediately shut it for you." The fat customs agent patted his belt which sported a black box on a clip with a couple metal points on it - almost certainly some kind of stunning device.

Yania shut her mouth. Being able to maybe make a reply about her legal status when the officer was ready was better than being incapacitated, unable to respond or move.

The officer sat in a chair, eyes at breast-height with Yania. She remained standing awkwardly in front of him. "Alright my pretty little negress, lift up the front of your gown."

Yania's mouth opened in protest, but she held her words back. And her scream of frustration. Officer Goodchild's hand was by his side, having unclipped his stun gun with remarkable speed. Yania was frozen, panicked, with no reasonable response presenting itself to her.

The crude officer chuckled, "Good choice, sweetheart. This is a custom's inspection, and as an entering foreign national with a criminal history, I have every intention of examining you for contraband. And I will also remind you that your residency in these United States was pre-accepted, while you are here you are bound by law to make your body available to any white man as he demands, even if it weren't well within the duties of my job."

With one hand still on his belt, Yania felt the officer's other hand curve around the back of her leg, reaching through the opening in the back of her gown, his fingers trailing up the back inside of her smooth brown thigh, followed then his palm on her buttocks with those same fat fingers now brushing against her crack, still going up until he reached the small of her back, where he undid the loose tie holding her gown together in the back. Yania shivered in fear.

Officer Goodchild's hand lingered on her backside, giving her cute, girly ass a little squeeze. "I can't tell you what a treat it is to have a pretty brown thing like you come into the office. It's such an incredible rarity these days to see a black person come through customs, and certainly not a cute girl like you..." His words made Yania's queasy stomach feel even sicker. She tried to draw on her inner strength, to be realistic, knowing that she would not get through this unscathed, but inside she felt like curling into a ball and crying on the floor.

"Lift up your gown," Officer Goodchild repeated, "And show me that dark little pussy."

Being forbidden from speech, the humiliated princess saw no alternative. She slowly gathered the fabric of her gown in clenched hands, forcing herself to bring the garment up inch by painful inch, revealing her rich brown thighs, then the lips of her untouched vagina, then the whole lightly-haired triangle of her nethers.

Officer Goodchild reached out his hand and Yania almost screamed, almost fought, her hands reflexively turning into claws, but instead of going for her womanhood they went under her gown, probing her taut young belly.

"Oof." Yania groaned reflexively, the discomfort she noticed earlier again taking hold of her voice.

"Hmmph, feels a little hard in there Ms. Kalawi." The officer had a professional edge to his voice again. "You wouldn't happen to be smuggling something illegal into my country would you?"

Yania opened her mouth, "Shut up, cunt. I don't know what you thought you were getting away with here, but today is not going to be your day." Goodchild practically snarled, and without warning he roughly thrust his forefinger and middle finger in between Yania's **** vaginal lips.

Yania did scream then, clawing for the custom agent's face. He grabbed her hand before she reached her target and fell back in his chair, toppling them both to the ground. Yania had only a moment to consider how bad this had all gone before her stomach lit up in pain. Her body went immobile and a very pissed off, very red-faced Officer Goodchild slowly stood up before her, stun gun in hand.

He reached for his belt, this time grabbing a walkie. "Nurse Gloria? We are transferring the suspect into the inspection room. Grab a wheelchair and grab the restraints along with your supplies."

Officer Goodchild picked the limp princess off the floor and placed her in the chair he had been using. Yania's robe lay on the floor and she was now fully naked. Goodchild spread her legs and began fingerfucking her. "Hope you enjoyed that, cunt." The fat man spat on her face and slapped her, hard.

Unable to move or speak, shamed, exposed, injured, with a repulsive white stranger's fingers up her intimate hole, the noble African princess began to weep for the first time in her ordeal.

The door opened. A square-jawed middle-aged woman with a tight severe bun for hair walked in. It took her only a moment to survey the scene. "Find anything up there, Officer?" The woman's voice was sarcastic, and as hard as she looked.

"There's something up this bitch's cunt for sure, Nurse." Goodchild withdrew his fingers from Yania's tight snatch, and wiped his fat fingers right on her cute royal face. Goodchild handcuffed her and together the two transferred her into a wheelchair. "Let's go get it out."

Officer Goodchild wheeled Yania down the hall, Gloria in tow with a rattling cart in her own hands.

Yania found herself next in another sterile-looking white room room, but this one was occupied with a couple metal sinks, a shower and large drain, what looked like a doctor's exam table and a couple stirrups for the "patient's" feet. She was beginning to regain some motor function, but with cuffed hands there was little she could do but wait for instructions.

"Help me get her onto the examination table." Officer Goodchild told the Nurse. Together they hoisted her up, placing her feet in the cold steel stirrups, latching them tight. "Nurse, if you would please access the offender's vagina, I suspect her of smuggling in contraband." Now completely **** and secure enough, Yania's handcuffs were removed.

Gloria didn't move. She crossed her arms and looked at Goodchild evenly. "I swear, Ronald, if you're doing this just for your own sick pleasure, I am going to make your life a living hell."

"I'm just doing my goddamn job, Gloria, now you do yours. We are going to do a full search of this bitch, and I've a feeling there's a good chance we are going to find the kind of stuff that we will be able to play up at the quarterly." Ronald Goodchild was pointing right at Yania's completely spread and exposed privates, talking about opening up her most intimate places like she was a doll, or a piece of meat.

Gloria muttered something under her breath that definitely included the word "pervert" but didn't argue further with the officer, instead donning a long latex glove and began liberally spreading lubrication on it. "Are you allergic to latex, miss?"

Yania now, again, had silent, salty tears running down her cheeks. It appeared her nightmare was only beginning. Not trusting herself to talk without crying outright, Yania shook her head in a slight "no" and without further warning the nurse's hand began invading her vagina.

"Ahh!" Yania cried out involuntarily as the nurse began pulling at her insides, and to her horror she felt something large begin to slide out of her wet lips. Nurse Gloria was dragging something out of her.

"Well I'll be damned." Gloria's hard face actually smiled a bit. "The bosses will like this alright." Yania moved her head up, but could only see an oblong mass of layered plastic wrap plop down on the cart. For the first time in her captivity, her stomach didn't feel bloated, but she was now feeling sick for a very different reason.

"Noo..." Yania whispered. Someone, Pembleton she was now sure, had planted that in her. Everything kept getting worse. Even as she was thinking that, Goodchild's hand had now strayed to her well-lubricated pussy, stroking it, then massaging it through her slick pubic hair. Yania was defenseless against his ****.

"Stop that." Gloria's tone sounded almost absent, devoid of its former harshness. "I need to get her clean, she's got to be thoroughly inspected."

Yania's stirrups were undone and she was propped up. "Go stand in the shower with your hands on the two circles painted on the wall and your feet at the two circles on the floor, understand?" All business in her tone again, the nurse spoke slowly, as if the princess might have trouble following her words. She needn't, Yania spoke 5 languages and her English was superb. Still unsteady on her feet and completely naked, the uncomfortable girl had **** but to comply with her latest degrading act. Yania moved into the open shower and bent at the waist, leaning so that she could place her hands spread apart into their assigned areas. Her feet, likewise, were spread apart at the mark on the floor, ensuring her backside was completely exposed and her cute brown butt was thrust out.

Yania had heard of enemas before, of course, and had some kind of idea of what was likely coming. Nurse Gloria hooked a large rubber bottle on the wall next to her, lubricated the plastic tip that completed a long tube coming from the bottom of the bottle, and probed the princess' tight back hole with it briefly before slipping it in. Yania felt her insides being filled with warm liquid, Gloria holding the tip of the siphon in place. It seemed like ages before the bag was empty, and still Gloria did not move. Yania's guts were churning, bloated with intense discomfort.

Finally, the harsh nurse seemed ready. "Clench your cheeks, don't let any out yet." Gloria barked the short order. In the background Officer Goodchild had been watching with undisguised interest, a pervy grin on his fat face. "Release" Yania immediately complied, expelling liquid from her backside and once again debasing herself before her audience. Gloria turned on the cold shower and sprayed Yania and then the floor with a separate nozzle while dousing the area in antiseptic, covering up the smell and washing away the evidence swiftly. Yania shivered, stepping out of the shower where she was given a small towel, hardly larger than a dishcloth, to dry herself off with.

The fat officer had found a chair, and was openly touching himself through his pants. When the nurse turned toward him he grabbed his clipboard, and began resuming his paperwork. "Gloria?" Goodchild's voice sounded much **** than Yania had yet heard. "I am going to have a lot of forms to fill out on this one. I would like to administer the final compliance test while you perform Ms. Kalawi's rectal examination. Under the circumstances I think it would be ... helpful to my own administration to do it this way and ... save everyone a bit of time, yes? Maybe get you on your break early?"

"You're sick, Ronald." Gloria's voice was flat and her words harsh, but she seemed in a relatively good mood ever since finding the package smuggled in Yania's insides. She also didn't say no, and went over to her cart where she grabbed some equipment that Yania couldn't make out.

Officer Goodchild had an open grin on his face as he turned towards the gorgeous, still-wet body of the young princess, openly eyeing her up and down. He unbuckled his trousers, and Yania's throat began to involuntarily tighten with panic again.

The heavy official took a hairy, already-hard penis out of his pants and looked into Princess Yania's pretty, traumatized brown eyes. "As part of my duties as the officer processing your entry into the United States of America, Ms. Kalawi, I am to assess your compliance with local laws. You will orally stimulate me to the best of your ability, Ms. Kalawi, until my assessment is complete. You will also be presenting your rectal opening for full examination by Nurse Gloria." Goodchild was practically drooling as he officiated.

"Please, my God, please no..." Yania said, half to to herself.

"I'm sorry to hear that, Ms. Kalawi. Nurse Gloria, it looks like you will have to prepare the oral gag as well." Goodchild grabbed the handcuffs back off his belt.

Yania turned her eyes to the nurse, who was already taking a cruel-looking black gag out of her cart. It had a perfect circle metal opening, and Yania could imagine being completely at the mercy of Officer Goodchild, handcuffed with her mouth pried open by the unmoving device.

At least she would have some control if... "No! I mean, yes. I... I will do it." She took a deep breath and continued in her cute, light accent, "I will... orally stimulate you, Sir" she added for good measure, meeting Goodchild's eyes.

"Your compliance, after threat, will be noted, Ms. Kalawi." Yania wanted so scream that was not her name, but there was no point. No one was here to listen to her, not after finding the contraband on her person. Not as a brown girl in this awful land, a brown girl that had just agreed to make the official in front of her cum with her mouth.

The fat officer slouched in his chair and moved his stomach, holding it with one hand, allowing as much of his penis to be visible as possible.

Yania's head felt light again as she slowly crossed the room, until she stood in front of Goodchild's chair. He was slowly stroking his erect member. Meanwhile Gloria had moved a chair behind her "Bend at the waist. Spread your legs and keep them straight." Gloria instructed. "Try to keep your ass still."

Yania followed all instructions, feeling completely overwhelmed. In her sheltered upbringing, she had never performed a blowjob before, and here she was almost eye to eye with the purple head of a man's penis.

Nurse Gloria began probing the princess' tender virgin brown star with a lubed finger, and Yania closed her eyes, pressed her face into the crude officer's belly, and began licking the tip of his dick in earnest. The salty taste of precum hit her tongue.

Officer Goodchild sighed audibly, and after a moment said, "Don't just lick it, slut. Be a good little nigger and suck my dick."

Yania was disgusted by his words, but was so far out of her element that she was also glad to have some kind of instruction. She took the head of his cock into her mouth, beginning to suck it. At that moment she felt cold plastic begin sliding deep into her asshole, and she squealed with Goodchild's dick still in her mouth.

"Don't stop, bitch!" Goodchild growled, and slapped the face of the pretty brown princess that was sucking his hairy dick. Yania was spurred on by his rough treatment, and began bobbing her head up and down, pressing her face further into Goodchild's belly and sucking harder than before. Goodchild gave her a little rap on the face, this time almost affectionately, and the hand not holding up his stomach now creeped down Yania's chest, slowly molesting her firm young breasts, occasionally pinching, flicking, or teasing her hard brown nipples.

As Yania worked the fat man's penis deeper into her mouth, Nurse Gloria was opening up her tight asshole, one little bit at a time. She could feel cool air rush into her freshly cleaned tight butt, and imagined the stern nurse using her tiny flashlight to stare deep into Yania's royal insides, evaluating her hole in the most intimate way possible.

The day's events were breaking down Yania's mental reserves. Over the last hour her pussy had been fingered, massaged, practically fisted, and had a large object slid out of it. She had had a stranger's fingers all over her intimate areas, been teased, and had her anus flushed out and now opened completely. She could actually feel Gloria's hard fingers probing the walls of her ass from the inside as the same nurse's keen eyes similarly probed the inside of her anus. Any of these acts would have been new to the innocent young Princess, and together she was thoroughly dominated both physically and mentally.

"How does the inside of her asshole look, Nurse?" Goodchild asked. Yania could tell from the way he moved his hips and pinched her nipples as he asked that he was enjoying her back end being violated by the nurse as he pumped his hairy cock in between the firm lips of Yania's mouth.

"It's clean. No foreign objects." Nurse Gloria withdrew her finger from Yania's insides and turned off her flashlight.

"Nurse Gloria, would you kindly leave the speculum in the prisoner's ass and help her with her task? I don't know what kind of blowjobs she got away giving elsewhere, but she's going to have to learn how to perform her duties in this country better than this." Nurse Gloria didn't move. "We might be here for a long time without your assistance, Nurse."

"You fucking owe me for this, Ronald." Gloria's voice was sharp. Speculum still inside, Yania was allowed to drop her ass down. The wide open speculum stayed in position, held in place by the tight walls of her back hole, and Yania could still feel the air in her open ass. Gloria moved her hands to the back of Yania's head, and her strong hands took control of the young girl's head, guiding her up and down in slow strokes, forcing her face far deeper into Goodchild's belly and down his dick. Yania was now timing her breath through her nose to those blessed moments where she was allowed to rise, before her face was again covered and the man's dick hit the back of her throat. She was fortunate that it wasn't big enough to actually enter her throat more than a bit.

Yania's hands had been propping her up in her former awkward position, but now that she was allowed to squat and kneel they could move freely. "Cup his balls in your hand. Massage them lightly," came Gloria's no-nonsense voice, and Yania immediately followed her instructions. Yania began surreptitiously moving her opposite hand down to her tormented vagina, sopping wet with both medical lubrication and her own arousal. She began secretly stimulating her clitoris, shame and need filling her as the woman behind her face-fucked the young girl's lovely brown face on her coworker's hairy dick.

"Stick your tongue out as you go down, make it lick his balls when your lips reach the base of his penis." The nurse's unemotional, clinical voice sounded strange, as though she was intoning the ideal medical method of oral sex.

"Moan while you finger yourself. Let him know how aroused you are at being used." Her self stimulating actions had not gone unnoticed. Gloria's flat-toned words hit her in the pit of her stomach, further hurting her pride as much as anything could in her already debased position. Her contrary, perverse pussy and the finger pleasuring it only seemed to enjoy her secret being known and revealed, and when she moaned loudly around Officer Goodchild's dick her verbal release also seemed to signal her own sexual release.

Yania began moaning loudly around the organ invading her mouth, each time her face hit the base of Goodchild's cock she licked out her tongue and hummed her pleasure. The finger she had working her pussy had lost all subtlety, it slid in and out of her tight little hole rapidly, and her hand slapped her clit on each entry. Princess Yania's moaning became continuous as she exploded into orgasm while Gloria roughly fucked Goodchild's cock with her skull.

Gloria's hands stopped pistoning her head, holding it firmly and motionless pressed as far as it would go down Goodchild's cock while Yamia moaned out her long orgasm around the cock-head hitting the back of her throat. Her tongue had learned its job well, and now reflexively worked Goodchild's testicles as her lips hit, and stayed glued to, the base of his cock.

"Fuck that's good!" The fat man was sweating profusely. "I'm going to cum. Turn around, sweetheart, I'm going to cum deep into your open ass you little brown bitch!"

Gloria released her **** grip on Yania's head, and her mouth popped off Officer Goodchild's cock. The young African noble complied immediately and unthinkingly with the command, quickly rising and pivoting to present her wide-open asshole to the dominant white man. Drool and precum dripped from her still-open mouth, and Yania realized she was still moaning her arousal out loud like a porn actress, only now it was unmuffled by dick, as she continued to finger herself into back-to-back orgasms while humiliating herself for her captors.

Goodchild rose himself, resting his cock on the speculum and jerked out his own powerful orgasm, shooting stream after long stream of white cum straight down the open tube that was Princess Yania's asshole.

Goodchild sat down heavily, breathing hard and deep. Yania's hand dropped from her spent pussy and her final moans whimpered out then ceased completely as she collapsed onto her side, salty tears streaming from her eyes forming a small puddle next to the saliva and precum she had just drooled out in the throes of her own sexual ecstasy.

"But I'm a princess..." Yania whispered to herself.

"You sure are a princess," Goodchild wheezed, not understanding the significance her words. He picked his clipboard full of papers back up and slowly began penning in bureaucratic jargon, getting back to business "After your actions here today I don't think you'll be getting very good accommodations, but at least you will be able to serve a little better in your new home."

Gloria simply sighed, and reached down to the princess' cum-violated asshole, closing and withdrawing the clear plastic speculum from the unmoving young negress quietly weeping on the floor. The device clattered on the cart, she gathered the enema supplies from the wall and said in her typical short manner, "I'm going on my break. You can get the slut back to her room and clean this up yourself, Officer."