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Trailer Park Trixie's Torment, Part III - Istanbul, Turkey
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Trailer Park Trixie's Torment - Part III - Turkey (6)
Inspection room #8, Istanbul Airport, Tuesday 9th April 2019 at 8:45 AM, Istanbul Time
Working in Customs Security at the international airport could be a drag at times. Nobody knew this better than Nevin Yanit. He had gone through enough bags and purses in his shift already to cover a lifetime, all with no results. Nevin's job was to search for any drugs that might be illegally entering the country. More than often though, he found nothing.
But he would be the first to tell you this job also had its perks, and today the sweetener would be the American women who came through the checks, the one they had received the call about. In the past Nevin had occasionally used his authority to strip search some of the suspect passengers in the private inspection rooms. Now he had seen the girl, with her wild mane of red hair, he hoped that today would present another such opportunity.
Lieutenant Tekin held up the Hash packet and said, "Possession of illegal drugs is a very serious crime in Turkey.”
Trixie glanced round the room and noticed the way that each man was ogling her, but what scared her even more was the way that their jackets were pushed open with firing hands resting on the grips of their pistols.
Trixie heard the door latch behind her. At a nod from Tekin, Nevin Yanit, his face consumed by a beaming grin, stepped forward. "I will need to search you for more contraband Miss."
As he placed a plastic box on the table, one of the other officers strolled over to the table and started searching through Trixie's purse.
“We already have her passport,” the Lieutenant confirmed, and the searching officer nodded.
Trixie looked around in a panic at the group of men and said, "Wh … what do you mean search me. And does it have to be here? Can't we do it more in private, and maybe with a female guard?"
Nevin Yanit, his expression one of pure Turkish delight, replied gleefully, "There is no other place, just here ... with me, and I need these officers to observe as witnesses." He twisted his head to look at Justice Yıldırım, seeking authorisation to proceed. Yıldırım in turn nodded his assent.
Yanit turned back to look at Trixie, his gaze already stripping the clothes from her body. "Now please take off your jacket Miss Thomson.” Tears welled up in Trixie's eyes as she looked from officer to officer, but saw no hint of pity in their faces.
She slipped her short jacket off and handed to the officer, who looked it over, then folded it and put it in the plastic box.
"Top ... off."
With a gulp, and a resigned acceptance Trixie slowly pulled down the zipper at the side of her dark top and wriggled her arms out of their holes. Gripping the snug fabric at each side she pulled it up and over her head. Immediately the captive girl could feel staring eyes pouring over her partly exposed body and began to tremble.
“Off … lütfen (please).” Yanit, nodding his head at her lower body, was in his element now. Never before had he had a subject this gorgeous to play with.
“Oh God,” Trixie whispered to herself as she squirmed her way out of the tight skirt and handed that to the waiting hands of Nevin Yanit, who shook it out and then placed it along with her other clothes into the plastic container.
"Shoes." The detained girl kicked her heels off and bent over to pick them up, very aware of the eyes of the other officers on her virtually naked ass, covered only by the skimpy black lace thong. A chill from the cold floor spread up through her feet as the officer tossed the footwear into the plastic bin.
"Sutyen …” Trixie didn’t know the word but understood what he meant … Lieutenant Tekin offered clarification all the same. “Brassiere ... remove it please!"
She hesitated but, when she saw the look in the man’s eyes, Trixie forced herself to reach behind and unclasp her black lace bra. She covered her breasts with one hand and handed it over with the other.
"Panties."
Trixie paused, unable to remove her arms from around her breasts. Once again Tekin cut in. “Please Miss Thomson, you must do as we say or I will have to instruct one of the officers to assist if you won’t …”
The poor, hapless girl fought back tears as she hooked both thumbs in the sides of her brief thong-panties, and in doing so exposed her delicious breasts to the officers’ gaze, who in turn made no effort to hide their enjoyment of her embarrassment and humiliation. The firm mounds of flesh hung from her chest, swaying along with the movements of her nubile, and now naked, body as she pushed her underwear down over her knees.
Trixie could see out of the corner of her eye that one of them was leaning over to get a closer look at her ass and a peek at the slightly swollen labia winking out from between her thighs. She stepped out of the panties and handed them to the delighted Yanit.
Trixie couldn't help but cover her breasts with one arm and her exposed pussy with her other hand, hunching her body as if somehow it would help her to seem less exposed. She knew what was about to happen, but she also knew how futile any protest would be. Those awful men in Singapore had set her up and there wasn’t a thing she could do about it.
As the room darkened a little leaving the spotlight on the now naked Trixie, Nevin Yanit turned to his colleague standing idly, leaning against the plain white plaster wall, and said, “I need lubricant and gloves.”
To Be Continued …
Inspection room #8, Istanbul Airport, Tuesday 9th April 2019 at 8:45 AM, Istanbul Time
Working in Customs Security at the international airport could be a drag at times. Nobody knew this better than Nevin Yanit. He had gone through enough bags and purses in his shift already to cover a lifetime, all with no results. Nevin's job was to search for any drugs that might be illegally entering the country. More than often though, he found nothing.
But he would be the first to tell you this job also had its perks, and today the sweetener would be the American women who came through the checks, the one they had received the call about. In the past Nevin had occasionally used his authority to strip search some of the suspect passengers in the private inspection rooms. Now he had seen the girl, with her wild mane of red hair, he hoped that today would present another such opportunity.
Lieutenant Tekin held up the Hash packet and said, "Possession of illegal drugs is a very serious crime in Turkey.”
Trixie glanced round the room and noticed the way that each man was ogling her, but what scared her even more was the way that their jackets were pushed open with firing hands resting on the grips of their pistols.
Trixie heard the door latch behind her. At a nod from Tekin, Nevin Yanit, his face consumed by a beaming grin, stepped forward. "I will need to search you for more contraband Miss."
As he placed a plastic box on the table, one of the other officers strolled over to the table and started searching through Trixie's purse.
“We already have her passport,” the Lieutenant confirmed, and the searching officer nodded.
Trixie looked around in a panic at the group of men and said, "Wh … what do you mean search me. And does it have to be here? Can't we do it more in private, and maybe with a female guard?"
Nevin Yanit, his expression one of pure Turkish delight, replied gleefully, "There is no other place, just here ... with me, and I need these officers to observe as witnesses." He twisted his head to look at Justice Yıldırım, seeking authorisation to proceed. Yıldırım in turn nodded his assent.
Yanit turned back to look at Trixie, his gaze already stripping the clothes from her body. "Now please take off your jacket Miss Thomson.” Tears welled up in Trixie's eyes as she looked from officer to officer, but saw no hint of pity in their faces.
She slipped her short jacket off and handed to the officer, who looked it over, then folded it and put it in the plastic box.
"Top ... off."
With a gulp, and a resigned acceptance Trixie slowly pulled down the zipper at the side of her dark top and wriggled her arms out of their holes. Gripping the snug fabric at each side she pulled it up and over her head. Immediately the captive girl could feel staring eyes pouring over her partly exposed body and began to tremble.
“Off … lütfen (please).” Yanit, nodding his head at her lower body, was in his element now. Never before had he had a subject this gorgeous to play with.
“Oh God,” Trixie whispered to herself as she squirmed her way out of the tight skirt and handed that to the waiting hands of Nevin Yanit, who shook it out and then placed it along with her other clothes into the plastic container.
"Shoes." The detained girl kicked her heels off and bent over to pick them up, very aware of the eyes of the other officers on her virtually naked ass, covered only by the skimpy black lace thong. A chill from the cold floor spread up through her feet as the officer tossed the footwear into the plastic bin.
"Sutyen …” Trixie didn’t know the word but understood what he meant … Lieutenant Tekin offered clarification all the same. “Brassiere ... remove it please!"
She hesitated but, when she saw the look in the man’s eyes, Trixie forced herself to reach behind and unclasp her black lace bra. She covered her breasts with one hand and handed it over with the other.
"Panties."
Trixie paused, unable to remove her arms from around her breasts. Once again Tekin cut in. “Please Miss Thomson, you must do as we say or I will have to instruct one of the officers to assist if you won’t …”
The poor, hapless girl fought back tears as she hooked both thumbs in the sides of her brief thong-panties, and in doing so exposed her delicious breasts to the officers’ gaze, who in turn made no effort to hide their enjoyment of her embarrassment and humiliation. The firm mounds of flesh hung from her chest, swaying along with the movements of her nubile, and now naked, body as she pushed her underwear down over her knees.
Trixie could see out of the corner of her eye that one of them was leaning over to get a closer look at her ass and a peek at the slightly swollen labia winking out from between her thighs. She stepped out of the panties and handed them to the delighted Yanit.
Trixie couldn't help but cover her breasts with one arm and her exposed pussy with her other hand, hunching her body as if somehow it would help her to seem less exposed. She knew what was about to happen, but she also knew how futile any protest would be. Those awful men in Singapore had set her up and there wasn’t a thing she could do about it.
As the room darkened a little leaving the spotlight on the now naked Trixie, Nevin Yanit turned to his colleague standing idly, leaning against the plain white plaster wall, and said, “I need lubricant and gloves.”
To Be Continued …
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old slave
FELIS RESPICIENS
Thank goodness Trixie is in the hands of considerate officials. Now we know everything will be OK for her.
Indeed, Old Slave. But pause and ask yourself, "what is the lubricant for?"
Fossy
SEXPIOGENTUS
Trailer Park Trixie's Torment - Part III - Turkey (7)
Inspection room #8, Istanbul Airport, Tuesday 9th April 2019 at 8:45 AM, Istanbul Time
This was Nevin Yanit’s moment in the spotlight, and as he stepped towards the girl, he barked his orders. "Hands at your sides! And stand up straight!"
“Sorry Nev, we don’t have any gloves in the cupboard, let me call supplies.”
Without so much as a glance at his colleague Yanit nodded. Seeing Trixie still covering up he yelled at her again, only louder this time. "Stand up straight! Hands at your side!"
Trixie did so, this time jumping to attention, aware of all eyes being on her denuded body. Moments later, the door swung open and a small grunt of a man slumbered sloppily in with a quantity of disposable rubber gloves gripped in his stubby fist. The supplies man clearly had no interest at all in his job, none that was until his eyes saw the naked red-head standing in the room, and his pupils dilated as he stared, slack-jawed at the sight before him, which was very much to behold.
The girl instinctively covered herself with her arms again.
Now it was the Lieutenant’s turn to contribute his instructions. “Cuff her,” he ordered.
“What? No, you don’t need to …” but Trixie’s pleadings fell upon deaf ears as one of the KOM team present, strode over and grabbed both of the girl’s delicate wrists and forced her arms behind her back. After locking the cuffs tight with a loud click, he then, with one hand on her shoulder and one on her ass, forced Trixie to stand up straight once again.
She was in shock, now unable to cover her nudity, as everyone in the room delighted in the sight of her breasts exposed under the duress of her forced positioning.
Nevin Yanit took the lube and gloves from the supplies man, who was still staring at Trixie.
“Don’t you have any other work to do?” She asked him, feeling compelled to speak out.
She spoke English, but the grunt understood.
“I’m on my break,” the greasy and odious little man responded with a smirk.
Yanit chuckled as he slipped on the gloves, muttering “Of course you are.”
He walked behind Trixie and nodded to his colleague. “Put her across the table.”
“No, no, no please.” A frantic Trixie stared at the expressionless face of the Prosecutor, who remained entirely impassive.
The male KOM officers approached her from either side. As they got closer, Trixie panicked.
"What are they doing?" Each grabbed an arm and then reached down to Trixie’s ankles. Taking her into the combined grip they easily hoisted her onto the table, making her bend her legs so she was kneeling on the smooth surface. The officer on her right pulled the chain on her cuffs away from her body, raising her arms so that she leaned forward. Then he placed his hand on the back of Trixie’s head and pushed until her forehead touched the table.
As the small audience gathered behind the prostrated girl to watch, Trixie closed her eyes tight and started to sob, "Please don't!" She cried. But Yanit had already lubed a gloved index finger and moved to part Trixie’s exposed, and now very easily accessible, labia.
As he slid his finger along the length of her swelling pussy lips, Trixie began to whimper and tremble.
“She’s too tight,” Yanit grumbled, before applying more lube to his thumb. He placed it on Trixie's clit and began rubbing it in tiny circles as he pressed his finger in between the soft folds of flesh. Trixie let out a loud gasp and a short moan, causing much merriment for everyone in the room.
She bit her lip and tried to suffer in silence.
Nevin Yanit worked his finger inside Trixie’s body and circled it around. The poor girl tried to remain still as the long digit violated her, not wanting the onlookers to know she was in any way aroused by it … but the truth was that his damn touches were beginning to unwittingly stimulate her.
“This little girl is very wet,” the security man said, the stark nature of his words causing even more embarrassment to the naked, kneeling girl, as more laughter swept through the room.
Yanit pulled his finger free of Trixie’s pussy and began to apply lube around the puckered asshole.
"No. please don't ..." The former legal secretary pleaded, as flashes of her treatment at the hands of Watson and Reedy came flooding into her addled mind. Trixie tried not to react as the man's finger pressed relentlessly into her, but in spite of herself, she arched her back to accommodate his penetrative invasion.
With the tight ring of her sphincter muscle breached, and her ass filled by what seemed like a fistful of invasive digits, Trixie tried hard not to moan as she continued to plead, but her words only highlighted the beseeching nature of her condition.
Eventually Nevin Yanit’s work was done. He was satisfied there was nothing more to be found and removed the finger from Trixie's ass. “I need a towel,” he said with a gruff tone to his words.
“You could make the little bitch suck you clean,” the words made everyone in the small room laugh, but the security officer was not amused.
“Towel, I said, now … please.”
The supplies man, who had remained for the entirety of the ‘show’, handed Yanit a dirty rag from his pocket, which the Customs Security man used to wipe the lube away from Trixie's ass and pussy, before removing the gloves and wiping any residue from himself.
Two officers grabbed the nubile red head and pulled her off the table, whilst another uncuffed her wrists and handed her a blue hoody and matching yoga pants. It was the only clothing that Trixie would be allowed for the time being.
“Okay everyone,” Lieutenant Tekin spoke, “… the show’s over. Get back to work.”
To Be Continued …
Inspection room #8, Istanbul Airport, Tuesday 9th April 2019 at 8:45 AM, Istanbul Time
This was Nevin Yanit’s moment in the spotlight, and as he stepped towards the girl, he barked his orders. "Hands at your sides! And stand up straight!"
“Sorry Nev, we don’t have any gloves in the cupboard, let me call supplies.”
Without so much as a glance at his colleague Yanit nodded. Seeing Trixie still covering up he yelled at her again, only louder this time. "Stand up straight! Hands at your side!"
Trixie did so, this time jumping to attention, aware of all eyes being on her denuded body. Moments later, the door swung open and a small grunt of a man slumbered sloppily in with a quantity of disposable rubber gloves gripped in his stubby fist. The supplies man clearly had no interest at all in his job, none that was until his eyes saw the naked red-head standing in the room, and his pupils dilated as he stared, slack-jawed at the sight before him, which was very much to behold.
The girl instinctively covered herself with her arms again.
Now it was the Lieutenant’s turn to contribute his instructions. “Cuff her,” he ordered.
“What? No, you don’t need to …” but Trixie’s pleadings fell upon deaf ears as one of the KOM team present, strode over and grabbed both of the girl’s delicate wrists and forced her arms behind her back. After locking the cuffs tight with a loud click, he then, with one hand on her shoulder and one on her ass, forced Trixie to stand up straight once again.
She was in shock, now unable to cover her nudity, as everyone in the room delighted in the sight of her breasts exposed under the duress of her forced positioning.
Nevin Yanit took the lube and gloves from the supplies man, who was still staring at Trixie.
“Don’t you have any other work to do?” She asked him, feeling compelled to speak out.
She spoke English, but the grunt understood.
“I’m on my break,” the greasy and odious little man responded with a smirk.
Yanit chuckled as he slipped on the gloves, muttering “Of course you are.”
He walked behind Trixie and nodded to his colleague. “Put her across the table.”
“No, no, no please.” A frantic Trixie stared at the expressionless face of the Prosecutor, who remained entirely impassive.
The male KOM officers approached her from either side. As they got closer, Trixie panicked.
"What are they doing?" Each grabbed an arm and then reached down to Trixie’s ankles. Taking her into the combined grip they easily hoisted her onto the table, making her bend her legs so she was kneeling on the smooth surface. The officer on her right pulled the chain on her cuffs away from her body, raising her arms so that she leaned forward. Then he placed his hand on the back of Trixie’s head and pushed until her forehead touched the table.
As the small audience gathered behind the prostrated girl to watch, Trixie closed her eyes tight and started to sob, "Please don't!" She cried. But Yanit had already lubed a gloved index finger and moved to part Trixie’s exposed, and now very easily accessible, labia.
As he slid his finger along the length of her swelling pussy lips, Trixie began to whimper and tremble.
“She’s too tight,” Yanit grumbled, before applying more lube to his thumb. He placed it on Trixie's clit and began rubbing it in tiny circles as he pressed his finger in between the soft folds of flesh. Trixie let out a loud gasp and a short moan, causing much merriment for everyone in the room.
She bit her lip and tried to suffer in silence.
Nevin Yanit worked his finger inside Trixie’s body and circled it around. The poor girl tried to remain still as the long digit violated her, not wanting the onlookers to know she was in any way aroused by it … but the truth was that his damn touches were beginning to unwittingly stimulate her.
“This little girl is very wet,” the security man said, the stark nature of his words causing even more embarrassment to the naked, kneeling girl, as more laughter swept through the room.
Yanit pulled his finger free of Trixie’s pussy and began to apply lube around the puckered asshole.
"No. please don't ..." The former legal secretary pleaded, as flashes of her treatment at the hands of Watson and Reedy came flooding into her addled mind. Trixie tried not to react as the man's finger pressed relentlessly into her, but in spite of herself, she arched her back to accommodate his penetrative invasion.
With the tight ring of her sphincter muscle breached, and her ass filled by what seemed like a fistful of invasive digits, Trixie tried hard not to moan as she continued to plead, but her words only highlighted the beseeching nature of her condition.
Eventually Nevin Yanit’s work was done. He was satisfied there was nothing more to be found and removed the finger from Trixie's ass. “I need a towel,” he said with a gruff tone to his words.
“You could make the little bitch suck you clean,” the words made everyone in the small room laugh, but the security officer was not amused.
“Towel, I said, now … please.”
The supplies man, who had remained for the entirety of the ‘show’, handed Yanit a dirty rag from his pocket, which the Customs Security man used to wipe the lube away from Trixie's ass and pussy, before removing the gloves and wiping any residue from himself.
Two officers grabbed the nubile red head and pulled her off the table, whilst another uncuffed her wrists and handed her a blue hoody and matching yoga pants. It was the only clothing that Trixie would be allowed for the time being.
“Okay everyone,” Lieutenant Tekin spoke, “… the show’s over. Get back to work.”
To Be Continued …
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In case she starts squeaking?"what is the lubricant for?"
Fossy
SEXPIOGENTUS
Trailer Park Trixie's Torment - Part III - Turkey (8)
Problematic Passengers Room #4, Istanbul Airport, Tuesday 9th April at 9:50 AM, Istanbul Time
‘Problematic Passengers Room’ was what the sign on the door had said, and from the corridor of entry points it wasn’t the only one of its kind at Istanbul Airport. Trixie sat in the small space, wearing nothing but her blue hoodie and matching baggy yoga pants. She sat with her arms folded on the metal table and her head resting upon them, sobbing. After a long wait, the door opened and a somewhat non-descript, disheveled man in a wrinkled grey suit entered. He placed a laptop on the table across from her and said in heavily-accented English, "Hello again, I am Justice Hakan Yıldırım, Prosecutor of the Republic."
He hadn’t needed to reintroduce himself because Trixie recalled that this was the same man who had overseen that façade of a cavity search in the Inspection room. Without looking up, her words tinged with resignation, "You’re a prosecutor. Does that mean I'm going to be put on trial?"
Justice Yıldırım momentarily paused, and then looked at the tousled young girl. Speaking slowly and in perfect English, he said. “Listen to me Miss Thomson, and listen very carefully. In Turkey, almost all drugs are considered illegal and there is no legislation that allows the medical use of any non-pharmaceutical drugs. So, you, young lady, will be automatically charged with possession.”
Trixie stared back at him, her eyes red from ceaseless sobbing. “Please Mister Hakan … I did not know the drugs were there, in my bag, I swear ...”
Hakan Yıldırım sighed long and loud, as if he was a teacher demonstrating his impatience with a recalcitrant pupil. “So, you say that you were not in possession of the drugs which were found in your baggage?”
“Correct,” Trixie replied with a new found vigour, sensing that this man might just listen to her.
“But yet the drugs were there, were they not Miss Thomson?”
“Yes,” the girl replied a little more chastely.
There was another pause before the prosecutor spoke again. “A kilo of Hash has a value of approximately thirty-two thousand Turkish Lira …”
Trixie shook her head as if to indicate that she had no idea what that meant.
“Around three thousand of your American Dollars.”
Now the girl raised her eyebrows, “So … so that’s not a lot is it … Sir,” she said sounding enthused despite her argument lacking logic given her predicament, “… And I mean there is no way I could personally use that amount, even if I needed it for my health, in like an age …”
Hashish was a staple at Bubba Jim’s Trailer Park and even though Trixie had never inhaled a whiff of anything illegal, she knew something about the subject in hand.
Prosecutor Yıldırım nodded before he once more spoke, slowly, choosing his words carefully. “Miss Thomson, in your luggage we have found Illegal drugs that upon your own admission exceeded any amounts you could possible require for personal use in the foreseeable future …”
Sensing that he was trying to help her find a way out, Trixie nodded her head with once more renewed enthusiasm. But alas, that was not his intention.
“And so therefore I have no option but to charge you, not with possession of illegal narcotics for personal use, but the far more serious crime of possessing drugs with the intent to traffic and supply.”
“What! No, no, no …” Trixie started to rise up, but was soon resecured back into her seat by a pair of helping hands.
“… the sentence for which could be a custodial one of between twenty and thirty years, in addition to which the Judge will reserve the right to administer a further punitive fine of up to another twenty days in prison.”
Trixie felt the nausea rising as bile drifted into her throat. She could not survive the twenty days locked away in a Turkish hell-hole, never mind thirty years!
“Miss Thomson,” Trixie heard the prosecutor’s voice only as a vague sound as her mind gave way to the descending blackness and the vomit spewed forth all over her blue yoga pants.
Jeffrey Hodges Office, U.S. Embassy, Singapore, Monday 8th April 6:30 PM Singapore time
Jeffrey Hodges knew that he should go home. His wife, Kathy, thirteen, almost fourteen, weeks into her pregnancy, needed him. They were supposed to be the ‘Poster-couple’ for the US Government abroad … and Lord knows, Kathy’s well-connected family back home would make hell pay if he did anything to screw with their precious daughter. All that, and, to boot, he had unearthed her darker side. Even in her confined condition, Kathy had recently explored serious bondage sex with him …
So, damn, what was eating him so much that forced him to sit alone, in his office at the Embassy, drinking whisky and avoiding going back to see his ‘perfect’ wife?
"It’s too late, Jeffrey. Your concern speaks well of your altruism, but it's been decided. She's already been terminated. Before the day is out, she will be on a plane back to Alabama. You should thank us, Hodges, rather than defending that...that tramp …"
Minister Robert ‘Bob’ Burnside’s words echoed in his mind.
Trixie … Trixie … Trix … Beatrix … the thought of her name sent a shiver up and down his spine. The girl had got under his skin in the best way. Her naive innocence, her desire for fun, her passion for making love …
God, it was too much for him … He had spent the best night of his life with her and now she had been unceremoniously dumped from the service and sent packing back to the States. Hodges felt tears well up in his eyes, and he knew exactly why he could not go home.
Trixie … Jeffrey had always had a roving eye ... but this time it was different, he was in love with Miss Beatrix Thomson, and it was too late to do anything about it.
Draining his whisky glass he picked up his brief case and headed out. A few more drinks at the Lotus Bar and then home to take out his frustrations on the ever-suffering Kathy.
To Be Continued …
Problematic Passengers Room #4, Istanbul Airport, Tuesday 9th April at 9:50 AM, Istanbul Time
‘Problematic Passengers Room’ was what the sign on the door had said, and from the corridor of entry points it wasn’t the only one of its kind at Istanbul Airport. Trixie sat in the small space, wearing nothing but her blue hoodie and matching baggy yoga pants. She sat with her arms folded on the metal table and her head resting upon them, sobbing. After a long wait, the door opened and a somewhat non-descript, disheveled man in a wrinkled grey suit entered. He placed a laptop on the table across from her and said in heavily-accented English, "Hello again, I am Justice Hakan Yıldırım, Prosecutor of the Republic."
He hadn’t needed to reintroduce himself because Trixie recalled that this was the same man who had overseen that façade of a cavity search in the Inspection room. Without looking up, her words tinged with resignation, "You’re a prosecutor. Does that mean I'm going to be put on trial?"
Justice Yıldırım momentarily paused, and then looked at the tousled young girl. Speaking slowly and in perfect English, he said. “Listen to me Miss Thomson, and listen very carefully. In Turkey, almost all drugs are considered illegal and there is no legislation that allows the medical use of any non-pharmaceutical drugs. So, you, young lady, will be automatically charged with possession.”
Trixie stared back at him, her eyes red from ceaseless sobbing. “Please Mister Hakan … I did not know the drugs were there, in my bag, I swear ...”
Hakan Yıldırım sighed long and loud, as if he was a teacher demonstrating his impatience with a recalcitrant pupil. “So, you say that you were not in possession of the drugs which were found in your baggage?”
“Correct,” Trixie replied with a new found vigour, sensing that this man might just listen to her.
“But yet the drugs were there, were they not Miss Thomson?”
“Yes,” the girl replied a little more chastely.
There was another pause before the prosecutor spoke again. “A kilo of Hash has a value of approximately thirty-two thousand Turkish Lira …”
Trixie shook her head as if to indicate that she had no idea what that meant.
“Around three thousand of your American Dollars.”
Now the girl raised her eyebrows, “So … so that’s not a lot is it … Sir,” she said sounding enthused despite her argument lacking logic given her predicament, “… And I mean there is no way I could personally use that amount, even if I needed it for my health, in like an age …”
Hashish was a staple at Bubba Jim’s Trailer Park and even though Trixie had never inhaled a whiff of anything illegal, she knew something about the subject in hand.
Prosecutor Yıldırım nodded before he once more spoke, slowly, choosing his words carefully. “Miss Thomson, in your luggage we have found Illegal drugs that upon your own admission exceeded any amounts you could possible require for personal use in the foreseeable future …”
Sensing that he was trying to help her find a way out, Trixie nodded her head with once more renewed enthusiasm. But alas, that was not his intention.
“And so therefore I have no option but to charge you, not with possession of illegal narcotics for personal use, but the far more serious crime of possessing drugs with the intent to traffic and supply.”
“What! No, no, no …” Trixie started to rise up, but was soon resecured back into her seat by a pair of helping hands.
“… the sentence for which could be a custodial one of between twenty and thirty years, in addition to which the Judge will reserve the right to administer a further punitive fine of up to another twenty days in prison.”
Trixie felt the nausea rising as bile drifted into her throat. She could not survive the twenty days locked away in a Turkish hell-hole, never mind thirty years!
“Miss Thomson,” Trixie heard the prosecutor’s voice only as a vague sound as her mind gave way to the descending blackness and the vomit spewed forth all over her blue yoga pants.
Jeffrey Hodges Office, U.S. Embassy, Singapore, Monday 8th April 6:30 PM Singapore time
Jeffrey Hodges knew that he should go home. His wife, Kathy, thirteen, almost fourteen, weeks into her pregnancy, needed him. They were supposed to be the ‘Poster-couple’ for the US Government abroad … and Lord knows, Kathy’s well-connected family back home would make hell pay if he did anything to screw with their precious daughter. All that, and, to boot, he had unearthed her darker side. Even in her confined condition, Kathy had recently explored serious bondage sex with him …
So, damn, what was eating him so much that forced him to sit alone, in his office at the Embassy, drinking whisky and avoiding going back to see his ‘perfect’ wife?
"It’s too late, Jeffrey. Your concern speaks well of your altruism, but it's been decided. She's already been terminated. Before the day is out, she will be on a plane back to Alabama. You should thank us, Hodges, rather than defending that...that tramp …"
Minister Robert ‘Bob’ Burnside’s words echoed in his mind.
Trixie … Trixie … Trix … Beatrix … the thought of her name sent a shiver up and down his spine. The girl had got under his skin in the best way. Her naive innocence, her desire for fun, her passion for making love …
God, it was too much for him … He had spent the best night of his life with her and now she had been unceremoniously dumped from the service and sent packing back to the States. Hodges felt tears well up in his eyes, and he knew exactly why he could not go home.
Trixie … Jeffrey had always had a roving eye ... but this time it was different, he was in love with Miss Beatrix Thomson, and it was too late to do anything about it.
Draining his whisky glass he picked up his brief case and headed out. A few more drinks at the Lotus Bar and then home to take out his frustrations on the ever-suffering Kathy.
To Be Continued …
A nice little reminder of why I love this site! A casual prosaic reference to bondage sex with one’s pregnant wife - as if this was the most pedestrian, normal thing in the world. Well I suppose expectant mothers are stereotypically full of unusual cravings and all, but dayum that sentence is hot!
Blue
Magistrate
That moment when she realizes her fate... I love it!
Hopelessly naive …. PrPr would have loved this.
Oh yes, I think I've heard Barb talk about that facility...
I've heard about her, too...
Seriously, Fossy, you're doing a fine job here!
Fossy
SEXPIOGENTUS
Trailer Park Trixie's Torment - Part III - Turkey (9)
Problematic Passengers Room #4, Istanbul Airport, Tuesday 9th April at 10:40 AM, Istanbul Time
“Welcome back Miss Thomson.” Justice Hakan Yıldırım, the Turkish Prosecutor smiled as Trixie re-entered Problematic Passengers Room #4, accompanied by the same female airport official that had arrived to take her away to be cleaned up after the poor girl had puked the meagre contents of her stomach all over her clean yoga pants.
“Did they make you walk through the airport like that?” Yıldırım asked, knowing full well what the answer was. Trixie stared down at her bare legs and nodded. She had been given a pair of white cotton panties to put on, and so now, along with the blue hoody, they were all she wore.
“Will there be anything else?” The female airport official asked.
“No, you can go. Thank you,” the Prosecutor replied giving her permission to leave him alone with the young girl once more.
“Would you like a glass of water Miss Thomson?”
Slowly raising her head to look into the eyes of this man who had already sanctioned her to be stripped naked and witnessed her extreme humiliation, Trixie nodded, adding quietly, “Yes … please.”
Presenting her with a glass of chilled water from the cooler, the Prosecutor waited until the girl was once again as composed as could be expected.
“What happens now?” She asked, maintaining the quiet tone of her voice, her demeanour now submissive in deference to the trepidation of her situation.
[Redacted Location] The Hodges Condo Complex, Singapore, Tuesday April 9th 2019 at 07:30 AM Singapore time
Jeffrey Hodges stood at the window of the master bedroom shared by him and his wife, Kathy. He heard her stir, still mired in slumber, which was hardly surprising given the fucking she had received when he finally arrived home the previous evening, smelling of whisky.
“Are you going?” Kathy’s voice was husky, her jaw still aching from the large rubber ball-gag that Jeffrey had forced inside her mouth once her wrists were chained to the bed.
“I have a meeting with the Ambassador at 9 am sharp, so yes I need to leave very soon.”
The mention of the Ambassador’s name sent a shiver through Kathy’s body. Scot Walkerson had called on her several times since that first highly ‘unfortunate’ occurrence at the cricket club dinner when he had somehow cajoled her to expose her naked breast, not just to him, but to the entire room. She knew what Scot, as she now called him, wanted, that much was plainly obvious, though as yet he hadn’t actually fucked her …
Jeffrey too knew what it was that the Ambassador wanted from his wife. If she was happy to be his plaything then Jeffrey would enjoy a meteoric rise in his career. He hated the fact that Kathy was doing this, and found it hard to accept that whoring out his wife was all for his own good. He had failed Barbara Moore and Amanda Jones and, of course, the lovely Trixie, and so failing his wife was simply par for the course.
Jeffrey Hodges should be enjoying his life right now, but he wasn’t. He had never hated himself so much.
Problematic Passengers Room #4, Istanbul Airport, Tuesday 9th April at 11:15 AM, Istanbul Time
Hakan Yıldırım smiled and leaned in to the table. “You want to know what happens now Miss Thomson?”
Moving her head slowly, Trixie nodded.
“I shall apply for a postponement of any public prosecution under the terms of the TPC (Turkish Penal Code), for up to twelve months, the granting of which should be a formality given that you have no previous criminal records.” They had already checked that fact through Interpol.
Trixie sighed. She had no idea what all of this meant, a disposition that became clear to the man sitting opposite her.
“This means that we get twelve months to investigate your crime Miss Thomas, during which time you will be released on strict probation.”
“You mean you will let me go?”
“It’s not quite that simple. It means that I can now release you from my custody and hand you back over to Lieutenant Tekin who has seven days to question you about your distribution network, your suppliers and your contacts, before we have to decide upon your immediate future. Postponing any formal proceedings simply buys us both some time, Miss Thomson.”
“What?” Trixie was once again on the verge of tears. “But I have no network, or contacts or whatever it was that you said. I’M INNOCENT!” The poor girl was beside herself and the final words were yelled.
“Please Miss Thomson, you are not helping yourself at all. Keep calm and if, as you say, you are innocent then I am certain that ultimately justice will prevail.”
Yeah right, but not before I have been raped by every last one of those awful men … this was the thought that the tormented girl kept inside her head.
“So, I have to stay in some sort of jail for up to seven days, where exactly?”
“You will be taken to Silivri Prison on the outskirts of Istanbul, and held there in isolation.”
“Oh God, please no. Make this all stop, please, I’ll do anything …”
Momentarily Justice Yıldırım looked at the frightened young girl before him. Her tousled red hair, the way her breasts and the outline of her nipples pushed against teh blue fabric of her hoody … he began to imagine what the word ‘anything’, as used by this provocative little slut just seconds ago, could actually mean.
Shaking his head to rid it of the tempting fantasy, he closed his laptop and made as if to stand. This triggered another round of panic to shudder through Trixie’s nubile body.
"Oh my God! Please, sir, you have to let me call the American Embassy!"
The Prosecutor smiled at the fact that this poor little thing actually believed she still had any rights at all. "That won't be possible," he replied.
He paused while she burst into tears, and then he continued. "Here, in Turkey, we have an uncompromising policy to crack down on drug traffickers and other decadent Westerners." Reopening his laptop, the Prosecutor clicked a few keys on his laptop and then turned it around for Trixie to see.
"My government requires me to show you this." There was a video of a young man standing in front of a firing squad. "This is what can happen in other, less refined, countries. It is what some of our citizens want to see happen here too. I show you these pictures so that you realise how lucky you are Miss Thomson.”
Trixie jumped as the rifles on the screen fired and the man dropped.
The video then switched to a naked young woman standing on gallows weeping.
"This young woman was caught with the same quantity of drugs as you were."
A man slipped a black hood over her head and moments later pulled a lever. The girl fell through the opened trap door and her sobbing stopped as she bounced at the end of the rope.
Trixie put her head in her hands and cried uncontrollably. The Justice looked at her for a few moments and then stood. Picking up his laptop he made for the exit and left her alone, sobbing in the room.
To Be Continued …
Problematic Passengers Room #4, Istanbul Airport, Tuesday 9th April at 10:40 AM, Istanbul Time
“Welcome back Miss Thomson.” Justice Hakan Yıldırım, the Turkish Prosecutor smiled as Trixie re-entered Problematic Passengers Room #4, accompanied by the same female airport official that had arrived to take her away to be cleaned up after the poor girl had puked the meagre contents of her stomach all over her clean yoga pants.
“Did they make you walk through the airport like that?” Yıldırım asked, knowing full well what the answer was. Trixie stared down at her bare legs and nodded. She had been given a pair of white cotton panties to put on, and so now, along with the blue hoody, they were all she wore.
“Will there be anything else?” The female airport official asked.
“No, you can go. Thank you,” the Prosecutor replied giving her permission to leave him alone with the young girl once more.
“Would you like a glass of water Miss Thomson?”
Slowly raising her head to look into the eyes of this man who had already sanctioned her to be stripped naked and witnessed her extreme humiliation, Trixie nodded, adding quietly, “Yes … please.”
Presenting her with a glass of chilled water from the cooler, the Prosecutor waited until the girl was once again as composed as could be expected.
“What happens now?” She asked, maintaining the quiet tone of her voice, her demeanour now submissive in deference to the trepidation of her situation.
[Redacted Location] The Hodges Condo Complex, Singapore, Tuesday April 9th 2019 at 07:30 AM Singapore time
Jeffrey Hodges stood at the window of the master bedroom shared by him and his wife, Kathy. He heard her stir, still mired in slumber, which was hardly surprising given the fucking she had received when he finally arrived home the previous evening, smelling of whisky.
“Are you going?” Kathy’s voice was husky, her jaw still aching from the large rubber ball-gag that Jeffrey had forced inside her mouth once her wrists were chained to the bed.
“I have a meeting with the Ambassador at 9 am sharp, so yes I need to leave very soon.”
The mention of the Ambassador’s name sent a shiver through Kathy’s body. Scot Walkerson had called on her several times since that first highly ‘unfortunate’ occurrence at the cricket club dinner when he had somehow cajoled her to expose her naked breast, not just to him, but to the entire room. She knew what Scot, as she now called him, wanted, that much was plainly obvious, though as yet he hadn’t actually fucked her …
Jeffrey too knew what it was that the Ambassador wanted from his wife. If she was happy to be his plaything then Jeffrey would enjoy a meteoric rise in his career. He hated the fact that Kathy was doing this, and found it hard to accept that whoring out his wife was all for his own good. He had failed Barbara Moore and Amanda Jones and, of course, the lovely Trixie, and so failing his wife was simply par for the course.
Jeffrey Hodges should be enjoying his life right now, but he wasn’t. He had never hated himself so much.
Problematic Passengers Room #4, Istanbul Airport, Tuesday 9th April at 11:15 AM, Istanbul Time
Hakan Yıldırım smiled and leaned in to the table. “You want to know what happens now Miss Thomson?”
Moving her head slowly, Trixie nodded.
“I shall apply for a postponement of any public prosecution under the terms of the TPC (Turkish Penal Code), for up to twelve months, the granting of which should be a formality given that you have no previous criminal records.” They had already checked that fact through Interpol.
Trixie sighed. She had no idea what all of this meant, a disposition that became clear to the man sitting opposite her.
“This means that we get twelve months to investigate your crime Miss Thomas, during which time you will be released on strict probation.”
“You mean you will let me go?”
“It’s not quite that simple. It means that I can now release you from my custody and hand you back over to Lieutenant Tekin who has seven days to question you about your distribution network, your suppliers and your contacts, before we have to decide upon your immediate future. Postponing any formal proceedings simply buys us both some time, Miss Thomson.”
“What?” Trixie was once again on the verge of tears. “But I have no network, or contacts or whatever it was that you said. I’M INNOCENT!” The poor girl was beside herself and the final words were yelled.
“Please Miss Thomson, you are not helping yourself at all. Keep calm and if, as you say, you are innocent then I am certain that ultimately justice will prevail.”
Yeah right, but not before I have been raped by every last one of those awful men … this was the thought that the tormented girl kept inside her head.
“So, I have to stay in some sort of jail for up to seven days, where exactly?”
“You will be taken to Silivri Prison on the outskirts of Istanbul, and held there in isolation.”
“Oh God, please no. Make this all stop, please, I’ll do anything …”
Momentarily Justice Yıldırım looked at the frightened young girl before him. Her tousled red hair, the way her breasts and the outline of her nipples pushed against teh blue fabric of her hoody … he began to imagine what the word ‘anything’, as used by this provocative little slut just seconds ago, could actually mean.
Shaking his head to rid it of the tempting fantasy, he closed his laptop and made as if to stand. This triggered another round of panic to shudder through Trixie’s nubile body.
"Oh my God! Please, sir, you have to let me call the American Embassy!"
The Prosecutor smiled at the fact that this poor little thing actually believed she still had any rights at all. "That won't be possible," he replied.
He paused while she burst into tears, and then he continued. "Here, in Turkey, we have an uncompromising policy to crack down on drug traffickers and other decadent Westerners." Reopening his laptop, the Prosecutor clicked a few keys on his laptop and then turned it around for Trixie to see.
"My government requires me to show you this." There was a video of a young man standing in front of a firing squad. "This is what can happen in other, less refined, countries. It is what some of our citizens want to see happen here too. I show you these pictures so that you realise how lucky you are Miss Thomson.”
Trixie jumped as the rifles on the screen fired and the man dropped.
The video then switched to a naked young woman standing on gallows weeping.
"This young woman was caught with the same quantity of drugs as you were."
A man slipped a black hood over her head and moments later pulled a lever. The girl fell through the opened trap door and her sobbing stopped as she bounced at the end of the rope.
Trixie put her head in her hands and cried uncontrollably. The Justice looked at her for a few moments and then stood. Picking up his laptop he made for the exit and left her alone, sobbing in the room.
To Be Continued …
Blue
Magistrate
I love the cold, bureaucratic response to her suffering, it invalidates her humanity, leaving her alone, anguished, hopeless...
Fossy turns up the heat under this story!