Ria's interigation and Cavity Search.

Marta gleamed, running her nose close to Ria’s pussy lips. “A freshly shaven cunt. My favourite.” She then looked at Ria, enjoying the sight of the naked brown girl restrained on the gyno chair. “Although, I’m a little surprised at the lack of pubic hair. Most Indians I inspect usually let it grow.”

“That’s just another lazy stereotype. And I’ll have you know, that I’m Sri Lankan. Not Indian.”

Marta seemed more interested in Ria’s pussy. And pressed her gloved finger against Ria’s tight folds. “This might be a little uncomfortable, but… I’ll be as gentle as possible.”

Ria closed her eyes and began muttering silent prayers, she then yelped as she felt Marta slip a heavily lubed finger inside of her pussy. She grimaced as she felt the cold gel ooze inside and cover the soft dark folds of her pussy lips. Marta was rough and clearly unconcerned with Ria’s comfort, rifling her pussy with a finger back in forth. The

Marta soon had two fingers, her first and second, deep inside of Ria, twisting and corkscrewing in and out. The wet sopping noise only had Ria moans to compete with.

But Marta suddenly pulled out.

Ria let out a sigh of relief. “Thank god that’s over with.”

“What? That’s just the prep work, love.”

“Oh.” Ria then felt Marta’s finger pushing into her anus. “My ass, my ass! What are you doing to my ass?”

Marta was kind enough to explain as she felt Ria’s sphincter give way, and suddenly found herself knuckle deep. “I’m just lubing you up, love.” She continued to finger Ria’s ass for a moment before then pulling it free, making a popping noise with her mouth.” I don’t want the speculum to hurt you.”

“What the hell is that?”

Marta wiped the be tainted lube off her gloved hands with tissue paper. “Well. let me introduce you to two of my friends.”

Ria slipped into another panic and pulled at her restraints as she desperately looked left and right. “What?”

Marta rolled her chair to a nearby tool cupboard, where she pulled out a draw then took out a duck-billed tool. “Ria, say hello to my little friends...” She then went back for a second speculum. “I call them Donald and Daffy.”

“Why do you need two?”

“Have a guess.”

“This really isn’t necessary. I’m not packing anything. I’ve never even been sodomised.”

Marta shrugged her large shoulders. “We have to be sure. We wouldn’t have to make such precautions if you foreigners would just stop blowing people up.”

“You’re insane. You’re a mad sadistic cow.” Ria began to writhe around but her binds were tight and unmoving. “You’re evil.”

“You’re not in a position to call me such cruel names. After all, I’m just doing my job.”

Ria knew it was useless but she felt she had to fight. She began to scream and shout. “Help! Help!” Marta was unconcerned and unwilling to listen. She rested the tools on Ria’s taut stomach. The cold steel giving the victim a cruel preview of what was to come. Marta picked up Ria’s panties from a small chair, shaking her head in disgust at the skid mark on the gusset. She screwed it up then stuffed it into Ria’s mouth. Silencing her to mere muffles.

The panties dried out Ria's mouth. She also picked up on the earthly taste of her ass and salt from her sweat. Marta looked at a wide eyed Ria.“Yes, that’s better. Now… where were we?”

Marta picked up a speculum then inserted its bills it into Ria’s pussy, pushing them deep inside. She then began to wind the screw, slowly separating the two bills and opening Ria up.

Ria began to writhe around in the stirrups and cuffs, screaming through her panty filled mouth. She could feel herself being torn apart as if she was giving birth to a phantom baby.

Marta kept turning. Her smile also growing with every turn of the screw.

Ria soon felt the cold air on her innards and dreaded to think how she looked liked below. She was obviously stretched further than she thought possible

Yet Marta kept turning the screw.

Ria felt physically and mentally broken. She begged for Marta to stop. She knew she now had a gaping hole for a pussy.

But Marta kept turning the screw.

Soon Ria’s pussy represented a vast tunnel entrance, her pussy’s pink innards on show. Daylight penetrating places it shouldn’t. Marta could fit her fist inside… and did so as a test. “There, that’s better.”

Marta wasted no time in admiring her handy work. “But no rest for the wicked.” She inserted the second speculum, this time into Ria anus.

Just inserting the bills caused Ria to muffle a scream. Clearly, she was in pain, yet Marta continued regardless.

Wearing a crazed grin, Marta began turning the screw, watching Ria’s anus began to gape.

A tear ran down Ria’s brown cheeks as she feared irreparable damage was being done. She once prided herself on being a prim and proper lady, only ever having one lover and enjoying a very vanilla sex life. Before now doggy style was as adventurous as her sex life got.

But Ria was now reduced to this. Her pussy lips flapping as though she had mothered a brood of children, her anus stretched like that of a tired rent boy’s.

Marta kept turning the screw and watched with glee as she could now see past the anus and deep inside Ria’s rectum.

Ria couldn’t physically take any more, her eyes sunk to the back of her head as she neared passing out due to the pain. As Marta continued to turn the screw, Ria contemplated whether death may be the better option than facing up to the consequences.

Marta took out a pocket torch from her lab jacket. She then ducked down. “Right, time for the cavity inspection.”

Using a monocle, Marta began to look deep inside of Ria. Feeling with her fingers, going deeper than before due to the free access given by the speculums. “All clear.”

Ria whimpered a muffled response.

“Hmph, But one last test.” Marta then rolled the chair back to the tool cupboard, then lifted out what looked like a wheel of thin cable. “The vagina is clear, but we need to have a look at your large intestine.”

Marta witched on the monitor to check if the camera is working, waving her hand passed the lit tip of the wire. “Right. We’re good to go.” She then began feeding the endoscope through the speculum into Ria’s anus

Ria quivered as she felt the endoscope sink deep, and deeper still. She then felt is snaking and slithering into the unexplored gut. She felt sick and began to wretch..

Yet Marta kept feeding the cable. “Always amazes me how much the cable we use, even on such a petite brown woman.”

Viewing the monitor Marta shook her head as she observed. “No, just a load of shit. Looks like you’re innocent after all. Your gut is in fine order too. All those spicy curries burn the fat.” She then reluctantly began to pull out the cable.

Ria didn’t know whether to cry or die, so was caught somewhere in between. A place called shame.

Marta pulled the endoscope free, noting it was covered in butt lime and shit. She tossed into the large sink. “Probably have to burn that.”

Marta collapsed the speculums, watching her pussy and quivering arsehole begin to shrink to to something like their original size. She then pulled out the panties from Ria’s dry mouth. “You’re free to go.”

Ria was too tired to speak, just looking away.

Marta removed the leather binds from Ria’s naked wrists and shins. She then helped Ria’s legs out of the stirrups. But Priya just lay there like a broken ragdoll.

After a few minutes Ria finally realised her ordeal was over and climbed out of the chair.

“Where are my clothes?”

Marta was busy form filling and didn’t look up at the naked Ria. “On the floor where you left them..”

“They’re not there now.”

“Oh..” Marta looked up. The guards must have had to search your luggage, the case will be with them.” She nodded to the guards’ room.

“Can you go and get it for me?”

“I’m not your slave.” Marta returned to her paperwork. “Get it yourself.”

Ria naked except for her skid marked panties peeked around the door to see the officers sniffing her fresh panties and tossing them at one another like stupid children rooting through their mother’s drawers. “Excuse, I need my clothes back. She watched the embarrassed officers quickly put the clothes back in the case.

“Come and get it.”

Ria rushed in and grabbed the case, trying desperately to ignore the fact the officers oogling her naked body. One offer slapped her bottom then pulled back his hand in disgust, “Skid mark!”

The others laughed.

“You still would though, wouldn’t you?”

“Damn right. Never had a curry muncher before.”

“You guys are a shower of cunts.” Ria zipped up the bag as quick as she could then ran back into the female search room, slamming the door she behind.

Not wanting to spend any longer in the room than needed, Ria threw on a pair of black skinny jeans and a tank top. She pulled on a baseball cap then left with her sari in the case.