THE HONEYMOON She came out of the shower wearing the complimentary hotel robe and drying her hair. "Richard," she called three times with no answer. As she continued drying her short blonde hair she walked into the bedroom and saw a note on the bed. My Dear Mrs. Winslow, Be back in a few minutes. Went down to Margarittes. Your loving husband, Richard XXXXXX She smiled. Margarittes was a general store that sold just about everything, specializing in the small intricate carvings by the island natives. What is he buying now? Marie Winslow! She liked her new nine-day old name. She tossed the robe off and plopped naked on the bed and rolled around in the cool sheets. She was in love and free! Her strict religious upbringing in the rural farm community seemed light years away in this tropical paradise. Her modest and virginal shields slowly melted away under the caring touch of her husbands delicate hands. She felt genuinely guilty and ashamed as she lightly stroked the soft and sparse hairs of her blonde bush. She jumped out of bed and put on clean cotton panties and a matching bra. She turned her buxom form and watched herself in the mirror, still self conscious with her body. She had a remarkedly good figure, accented by and ample bossom. Extremely modest, she always favored clothes that hid most of her charms. A light blue short sleeve dress quickly covered her. She walked about the room putting on a white imitation pearl necklace and sat on the second floor ledge and peered through the open window at the street below. Margarittes was right across the street. She walked to the closet and slipped into her white pumps. She and Richard were going out to a local restaurant for an early dinner, and then to bed!!! She heard the distinctive "Pihm-Pahm, Pihm-Pahm" of the foreign police "siren" in the distance. It was getting closer. The squeal of braking car tires screeched through the room. She ran to the window again. Several police vehichles, including wagons, had all pulled in front of Margarittes and uniformed men were grabbing and clubbing people and pushing them into the vans!! My god! she thought what was happening. "OH MY GOD!!" It was Richard!!! She recognized the red, white, and blue shirt!! Two men were dragging him into the van! "RICHARD!!! RICHARD!!!" she shrieked at the top of her lungs. She saw him look up then vanish as the van doors slammed shut and it pulled away, lights and sirens blaring! She grabbed her purse, ran from the room, down the stairs and into the street. Panic gripped her every move. The police had barricaded the street. A uniformed man told her it was a drug raid and that all suspects were being taken to the local station. She grabbed the nearest cab. "The Police Station, and please hurry!" she screamed at the driver. At the station her passports were taken from her and she was told to wait. It was a hectic place. Clearly understaffed. People and police talking , yelling. She finally got an audience with a young man in a crisp white police uniform. He introduced himself as Officer McCoy and explained that Margarittes had been under surveilance for quite some time. All those rounded up would be brought before a magistrate. Because of the considerable political unrest that could take 4-5 weeks! Marie begged and pleaded, explaining that they were only honeymooners and were supposed to leave next week. She begged to at least see him! Office McCoy explained that all visitors had to be searched and that the serious staff shortage only allowed their station one matron per month to search the female visitors. When Marie protested that she had seen and even talked with women going to visit the prisoners while she waited, the officer explained that they had signed a consent decree to be searched by the male staff. She demanded and signed the consent form, desparate to see her husband. McCoy ushered her into an adjoining room. The bright room contained two barred cells, a table, two chairs and another white uniformed man at an old wooden desk. He told her his name was Ronald Mitchell and that he would try to make this as tolerable as possible, but that smuggled contraband was running rampant in the prison and the search would be thorough. Marie wrung her hands in anxiety but the man seemed very polite. He told her to place her hands against the wall, lean back and spread her legs. He used his shoes to push her legs farther apart and back more. Mitchell stood behind her and she closed her eyes as she felt his hands running through her hair. McCoy in the meantime, raised the blinds on the one way window and sat down to enjoy the show! It was Ron's turn! Ron's hands slid to the the small bare part of her back then up and down her arms. She shivered. The hands went to her waist and squeezed, then slid around and probed her abdomen over the thin material of her dress. He pushed his fingers from just below her navel to just under her breasts and back again from side to side. She gasped as his fingers like spiders climbed upwards on her torso to her breasts! He was feeling every inch of her! The searching hands moved over her dress to her breasts and took each in a handful! She could feel his breath at the back of her neck. He kneaded them like dough, squeezing and lifting them up and to the sides! He made pinchers of his fingers and stroked at her nipples!!!! She could feel them growing larger as he gently probed and stroked. His touch was firm but gentle. She could feel little squirts of arousal between her legs! "Please, I am hiding nothing," she whispered. He only acknowledged that he must be sure and continued fondling her large breasts. He circled the large globes and pressed at the sides, then up through the valley and returned to the now erect nipples! He let his finger pads roll at the tips till she was breathing very heavy. The hands finally started to slide down again, all the way to the top of her panties! She gritted her teeth and breathed through her nose as the hands snaked their way down between her wide stretched legs!!! She inhaled an audible gasp as they explored her sex over the very thin summer dress. He was pushing hard and she could feel the pressure on her pussy lips!! He rubbed his hand up and down the center of her slit, then on the left leg juncture, the center, the right juncture then the center again! He knelt down behind her and and grasped at her ankles, then up her calves, to her knee hollows then up under the dress to the back of her thighs! He slid them all the way to the leg band of the panties then stroked the inside of the thighs. His fingers ran up and down the tense spread inner thigh muscles. He was starting to lift the dress!!!! OH GOD! she thought and leaned her cheek against the cool wall and breathed heavily, hoping this nightmare would go away! She felt the hem of her dress being lifted in back! She shuddered with embarrassment knowing he could see her underwear. She could feel him tucking the hem into the small cloth belt leaving the entire back from the waist down exposed! He used both hands to run up and down the sides of her hips over the panties. They moved to her ass cheeks and he started squeezing them! He massaged and kneaded them all over from the top all the way to the sensitive under curve. Mitchell was still kneeling behind her and she could almost feel his eyes as well as his hands probing her! She tried to grip the wall with clawed fingers as the hands started to mould and squeeze at her cheeks. The hands slid up and down the crease of her bottom, pushing the material in and rubbing at her bottom hole!!! Then it slid to her pussy lips again from behind and started to massage them! She had never before been so humiliated! She wanted to run but was held there. Oh my god, she thought, she was becoming aroused!!! She could feel the burning in her breasts and the churning in her stomach as the fingers continued toying with the most sensitive parts of her being! He was tracing her pussy lips with three fingers over the panties! With a sigh of relief she felt the hands leave her and the dress fall down to its natural position. She turned red faced and looked at the officer with half closed eyes. "You will have to remove the dress now," Mitchell calmly said. Marie's eyes went wide in disbelief! "OH PLEASE! HAVEN'T YOU DONE ENOUGH?!! YOU FELT ME ALL OVER. SURELY YOU KNOW I AM HIDING NOTHING!!!" she tearfully pleaded. "I am truly sorry, Mrs. Winslow, but my orders are very strict," Mitchell politely lied, "It must be done or I cannot allow you any visitation rights." Marie put both her hands to her face and tried to compose herself. She had to see her husband! Mitchell hid the glee from his face as he watched Marie start the process of removing her dress. McCoy watched through the window, his pants open, slowly stroking a dandy of a hard on! After the zipper was undone she slid the sleeves from her shoulders and gingerly removed the dress and held it in front of her. Mitchell held out his hand. She handed him the dress, mortified at being seen in her underwear by a strange man! She turned and looked at her reflection at what she thought was a simple mirror. Mitchell went through the motions of holding the dress up to the light, feeling the hem and sleeves, as if searching for something sewn in. Marie stood with an arm over her breasts and one over her crotch. "The bra now please, Mrs. Winslow," he said. Marie started to sob. "Please dont make me do this. What could I possibly hide in my underwear?" she cried. Mitchell just stood holding out his hand. With sniffling shudders Marie reached behind her and unsnapped the bra and with a single motion slid it from her body and handed it to Mitchell. Her hands moved up and down trying to cover her near nakedness from his eyes. She shook with humiliation and embarrassment. He used his fingers to search at the seems of the flimsy garmet then turned to her again. "I am truly sorry, Mrs. Winslow," he said and he pointed to her panties! Marie was visibly crying now as she slipped her thumbs into the waistband and pulled down the white cotton panties. Mitchell, and McCoy from his hidden vantage point, watched her tits hang and sway as she bent to step out of the panties. Mitchell took them and laid them with the rest of her clothing. For longer than necessary he just stood and watched her nude form. "Are we finished now?" Marie sobbed and looked pleadingly at Mitchell. "I am afraid not, Mrs. Winslow. I have to do a body cavity search, then you will get dressed and be able to see your husband." It took Marie awhile for the words to sink in. "NOOOOOOOooooo, PLEASE!!! DON'T DO THAT TO ME!!!" Marie pleaded, and sank down to her knees and laced her fingers together almost like praying. "I will be very gentle Mrs. Winslow," Mitchell said, disguising his mannerisms. He gently grabbed her arm and helped her and lead her to a wooden table. He helped her up, sitting just on the edge and told her to lie back and raise her knees to her chest. She had stopped crying and stared aimlessly at the ceiling and drew her legs up and held them behind the knees. Even her husband had not seen her so wantonly displayed! Mitchell rolled over a chair and sat down between the wide spread legs. Marie's ass was hanging just over the edge. He pulled a thin silver flashlight from his breast pocket, turned it on, then put it in his mouth. Marie noticed the new light source and raised her head. She looked down the valley of her breasts and saw Mitchell with the light in his mouth and felt his fingers start to pull open her pussy lips!!! She was aghast at the thought of his looking at her private place with a flashlight no less! Her head went back with a thud and her mouth agape as she felt his finger slide inside her! He had one hand on the top of her slit, splaying apart the lips, while the other was probing her insides! The thumb of his top hand rested on her exposed clit and he was deftly rubbing it while now two fingers of his other hand were rotating their way around her love hole! She was embarrassed at her arousal and could feel the fingers getting slipperier with her own juices! In her anxiety and humiliation, she was gripping the back of knees tightly and further pulling them back, making herself even more lewdly exposed. She started to squirm and moan as the merciless fingers continued their exploration. The thumb nail nipped constantly at her clit and she could actually hear the squishy sounds of Mitchells fingers turning and probing in and out! She felt liquid trickle down her ass crack! She knew he could see it and that further humiliated her. She closed her eyes, and started to shake. Mitchell sensed she was going over the edge and stopped! "OK, Mrs. Winslow, roll over now. We are almost done," Mitchell's voice broke her stupor. "Ohhhhhh," she moaned and rolled over, knowing what was coming. Mitchell smeared a lubricating jel on his index finger and Marie gripped the edge of the table with all her might as she felt his finger at the entrance of her anus!! "Please try and relax, Mrs. Winslow," Mitchell teased as he eased his finger into her rectal passage! Marie grunted at the invasion! He rotated his finger in deeper with each turn and Marie grunted continuously. He smiled as another lewd thought entered his mind. "Can you please kneel up, but keep your elbows on the table," Mitchell so casually asked. She did her best to rise and now felt absolutely helpless with her ass up high in the air! "That's a good girl, Mrs. Winsow," Mitchell chided and smiled at the mirror. Mitchell put the flashlight back in his mouth and began a positively delightful double digit examination of her bottom hole! He pulled and stretched it wide, sliding both index fingers in side by side, then alternating them back and forth. She held onto the table edge for dear life as her sex throbed and boiled at each "accidental" touch of his thumbs on her now dripping pussy lips. He slid his middle finger into her rectum and his thumb into her pussy, gripping her like a bowling ball and squeezing!!! Her knuckles were white from gripping the table edge so hard. The stimulation was maddening!! As his other now free hand slipped under and started to again manipulate her clit she started to buck back and forth on the table and go into the convulsions of orgasm!!!!!!! She climaxed as never before and her body raced and quivered with pleasure as the fingers continued their expert teasings, while she moaned, groaned, and squirmed on the table. "All done now Mrs. Winslow," as he laid his hand on the small of her back and pushed her down flat. She just lay there, utterly exhausted and terribly embarrassed at what just happened. Mitchell's hand stroked her ass and told her not be embarrassed that this sort of thing sometimes happens during these exams and it will not be mentioned outside of this room. She could not believe herself when she said "Thank You" and started to slowly get up!!!! As she rose, Mitchell dumped the contents of her purse on his desk. He held up a small pill box. "What are these?" he rattled the box. "Headache pills," Marie answered. "Are they prescription?" "Yes they are,"she answered again. "Do you have the prescription with you?" he persisted. "No I don't. It's at home. I only took a few with me," Marie answered, starting to get worried. "We will have to have them analyzed. In the meantime you will have to be held here," Mitchell stated. "WHAT!!! YOU CAN'T DO THIS!! THIS IS INSANE!!! I WON'T STAND FOR IT!!!" Marie screamed and tried to run from the room! With the quickness of a cat, Mitchell grabbed her arms and skillfully twisted them behind her and with practised eased hand cuffed her! She was naked with her hands cuffed behind her when McCoy came in and demanded to know what all the comotion was about. Mitchell explained. "This is bad, Mrs. Winslow. Unprescribed drugs can get you three years in prison here," McCoy lied. Marie broke down and started to cry and babble hysterically. The two men lead her over to a chair and sat her down and let her cry herself out. They lustfully watched her breasts shake as she sobbed. She begged and pleaded with them to let her go. That she was just an innocent tourist. They bargained with her that they would destroy the pills but that she would be punished in this room with a mild hand spanking then released. In her present state of agitation, she signed the carefully worded statement, not caring to read it. The two men hoisted her up and bent her over the table, re-hand cuffed from behind and started to spank her ass with their open hands. They each held her down by grabbing a wrist then with their free hand, alternating their blows, slapped at her cheeks over and over again!!! She felt the stings explode in her brain and her ass felt like it was on fire! Again and again the powerful hands spanked her ass. They sometimes stopped and explored and examined the cheeks most rudely then continued with the spanking till Marie was screaming for them to stop! McCoy was probing her asshole and slid in two fingers causing her to squirm and kick her legs out like a frog!! She could hear them laughing at her as she squirmed and tried to kick as McCoy continued to goose and finger her tight little ass pucker! Her little squeaks and screams seemed to encourage them. Mitchell was pinching and pulling her ass cheeks wide open as McCoy teased and poked at her sensitive holes! Finally, they stopped spanking and probing her. She tried to relax. It was short lived. Mitchell stepped behind her and lowered his trousers. With a single thrust he buried his violent erection to the hilt in her pussy from behind. While McCoy held her down, Mitchell grabbed her hips and fucked her hard and fast. She felt his manhood sliding in and out of her hole and felt her own fires buring again!! She was grunting with each of his powerful strokes and as she heard his gasp and felt him explode inside her, her own body was racked with climax. She barely had time to enjoy herself when McCoy took Mitchells place and began to probe her asshole with his erect dick!!! "Noooo NOT THERE! AAGHH!! TAKE ME IF YOU MUST BUT I BEG OF YOU NOT THERE!!! IT'S TOO BIG!! NOOOOOOooooooooooooo!!!!" Marie begged as she twisted to no avail and felt the monster penetrate her virgin asshole!!! McCoy held her tight and started to work his cock back and forth. He felt her sphincter muscles resisting and cruelly pinched and twisted her ass cheeks. Marie's scream was cut off as Mitchell thrust his newly erect cock into her mouth. With tight fingers in her hair he fucked her mouth while McCoy fucked her ass!!! Both men pumelled wildly. Marie was in shock, involuntarily responding to their assaults. She was gagging as the head of Mitchells cock was in her throat! She twisted and squirmed deliciously furthering their lust as both men were quickly reaching the brink. With their final thrusts they almost simultaneously erupted. Marie could feel the gobs of cum splash in her mouth and she instictively swallowed for survival! Burst after burst flooded her ass and mouth and until the two men gradually slowed and withdrew from her. She just lay there feeling the cum leaking out her holes and down her legs. Some drooled from her agape mouth as her head rested on the table. She felt Mitchell uncuff her and start talking as he pulled her to a standing postion. "You can clean up in the cell sink and get dressed now, Mrs. Winslow," he said in his polite voice again. "Take this pink slip down the hall and show it to the guard. He will show you to your husband. We are writing in our report that he should be released and no charges will be filed against either of you. Take your time. We will leave you now." "Thank you," Marie said, staring vacuously straight ahead, not looking at either of them. They left and she started to sponge away the sweat, tears, and cum from her face. I must look good for Richard she thought........and he will never ever know. Mitchell watched her through the one way mirror and smiled as she tried to delicately wash her over sensitive slit. McCoy was zooming the video camera to close up. "Did you get it all?" Mitchell asked McCoy. "Every single hard-on minute!!" he replied. " Maybe we should pay Marie a visit next year?" They chuckled.