Gatamaiyo Forest Nature Preserve. This is where Abigail discovered the baby leopard tortoise. It was so cute, that when she saw it she had to have it. So, she picked it up and popped it in her purse. She didn’t even tell her brother, Heath, about it until much later.

Actually, back at the hotel, Heath saw some movement in her purse, jumped up and said, “hey, there’s something in your purse.”

He reached for a shoe to beat to death whatever had snuck into his sister’s purse. But Abigail giggled and went over ... picked up the purse, to Heath’s shock and dismay, and pulled the cute tortoise out.

“What the hell is that,” he asked?

“Oh, I found her today, at the Nature Preserve,” Abigail said, giggling.

“Her? That thing is probably a boy turtle,” he said.

“Shows you what you know. A turtle lives around water. This is a tortoise.”

“Anyway, it’s a dumb idea. Wait until Father finds out about it. You’re going to get in trouble. You can’t go picking up any of the wildlife here.”

“OH, Heath, you’re such a killjoy. Who’s going to miss a cute little girl tortoise anyway?”

Abigail was no longer a child. At 16, she was a well-built younger version of her mother. She was, however, a willful child and compared to Heath, she gave her father, Clifford, and her mother, Margaret, plenty of worry.

The family’s vacation in Kenya had gone smoothly. Over 10 days they traveled to Mombasa, Nairobi and went as far as Kisumu on Lake Victoria. They visited Mt. Kenya National Park and got to see a lot of wildlife. Along the way, Heath managed to score a piece of rhino horn, to show his mates back in Portsmouth. And from a street seller, Mum had bought some sandalwood. So, when they went through customs on the way home, they ran into trouble. All three items were prohibited. The soon met Senior Customs Official, Howard Owiti. One of the customs people began to suspect something from the way Abigail was walking. A female officer took her into a room and that’s when the leopard tortoise was discovered under the teen’s skirt. And Margaret’s sandalwood and Heath’s rhino horn were soon uncovered as well.

Cavity Search The family was then taken one-by-one into an examination room and subjected to a through search. Girls first and then the boys in a small, hot, airless room. This was done by two female guards. First, they made mother and daughter strip in front of each other. As the two removed an article of clothing, they had to hand it to a guard, who then examined the garment. The older, heavyset guard, named Ambala, wore a pair of latex gloves. She ordered them, sweating and blushing to bend over and rest their upper bodies on the table.

“Spread your legs open wide,” she said to them. “Wider.”

Both mother and daughter shuffled their feet to comply. They exchanged glances and a look of mutual embarrassment passed between them. Ambala loved the opportunity to humiliate mzungus (whites). She knew how to do it in a way that made both men and women experience shame. Often she was able to sexually her victims during the exam. Having these two white women bent over a table with their pussies and assholes shamefully exposed was deeply satisfying for her.

Ambala turned her attention to Margaret, who groaned now that she was facing the ordeal. She worked one and then two fingers into the 38 year old mother’s pussy - rummaging around and pressing on her G-spot. All of this was ostensibly an exam to see if she was hiding “contraband”. She soon had Margaret moaning. Finally, Ambala lubricated the Englishwoman’s anus with a fresh dab of ointment and worked a finger into her rectum. She worked it this way and that and soon made Margaret pant, squirm and groan with the intrusion. Finally, she pulled her finger out.

Neema, the other guard, was actually Ambala’s daughter. She pulled on pair of gloves ... lubricated two fingers ... and went to work on Abigail. She quickly discovered the girl had no hymen. The 16 year old teen wasn’t a virgin. She penetrated her and twisted her finger this way and that and then forced two fingers in deeper to examine the girl’s vagina thoroughly. Abigail whimpered as this was very humiliating. When Neema had plumbed her depths and then pressed on her G-Spot, Abigail began to pant and then squeal as a burst of urine spurted from her urethra.

Abigail went, “Oh”oh”oh”OH ... OH ... OHHHHHHH,” as the pressure on her bladder became too great.

Then Neema fingered the teen in her shithole. By the time she was done, Abigail was near tears. It had been an appalling experience for both women. They were allowed to dress and when they came out of the room, both husband and son, seeing their faces, went pale as they contemplated having to undergo the same degrading experience.

Once he and his son were inside the exam room, 42 year old Clifford protested being forced to strip in front of the two women and his son, but discovered he had no choice. Heath also found it extremely demeaning to have to take his clothes off as well. Both father and son, when they were naked, put their hands over their cocks - trying for some dignity. Ambala told them to lean on the table and bend over.

When they were both in position, she told Clifford, “Pull your cheeks apart.”

Humiliated, he had to do as he was told. She then began to lubricate his anus. He felt his asshole clench involuntarily when she began to rub ointment all over his anus. Then he groaned as she wormed her index finger into his hole, stretching first the outer sphincter ... and then the inner ring of muscle. He grunted at each violation. He lowered his face so that he was cradling it between his upper arms. In truth, he wanted to hide.

Heath was looking away, but as Neema began to penetrate his asshole, found himself turned into a “hand puppet” too. Neema, who was 21 and cute, had a field day examining her teenage victim. The boy began to groan softly as she worked her finger deeper into his rectum. When she found his prostate, she pressed and rubbed the walnut sized organ. She turned to Ambala and murmured something, in Swahili, that while she wasn’t finding any contraband, she’d discovered he had a sensitive prostate gland.

As she palpated it, Heath began to groan. He was deeply shamed by the whole scene and realized, much to his horror, that his prick was starting to react. He tried to will himself not to feel anything, but try as he might, he couldn’t do it. He snuck a peek between his legs to see his prick stiffening, much to his humiliation. ‘Oh shit,’ he thought to himself, ‘please don’t get a “woodie” now.’ His prick began to throb and twitch - growing stiffer. Soon, a drop of pre-cum appeared at the tip, shaming him even more. Both women now instructed the men to stand up, turn around and put their hands behind their heads.

17 year old Heath wanted to die, he was so ashamed. He knew that his prick would be on full display, but he had no choice.

“Put your hands behind your head, please,” Neema ordered him.

Both women proceeded to take father and son’s pricks in hand and pushed back their foreskins to examine under their prepuces for contraband. Ambala told the men what they were doing, but it didn’t make it any easier for them.

Now that they were done, Ambala turned to Clifford and said, “OK, you’re both ‘clean’. You may get dressed.”

After this ordeal, Clifford and Margaret Bennett found themselves in front of Senior Customs official, Howard Otitis, in his small office.

“I’m going to have to report the theft of the tortoise to the Kenyan Wildlife Service,” he said looking gravely. “Is that serious,” asked Clifford. He was slim man with a receding hairline and glasses. He looked serious and thoughtful. As the general manager of the Cascades Shopping Centre in Portsmouth, England, he was used to being able to deal with problems.

“They may even have to notify Interpol,” Owiti added. “Smuggling wildlife out of Kenya is a serious offense. And the rhino horn ... well you know how few of these creatures there are left in the wild. The sandalwood is also on the restricted list, but this is not as serious. Unfortunately, you and your family could be facing arrest. I can notify the British Consulate. You will need to hire a local attorney to represent you.”

The couple came to the realization that they had stumbled into a hornet’s nest. After this interview, they were shuttled from one office to another and after four hours, they were all fairly well frazzled when they were unceremoniously dumped back into a big, empty holding area. A somewhat brusque representative from the British Embassy, wearing a rumpled suit, showed up and made the couple more nervous. He told them that these cases can be “sticky” and that he would recommend an attorney.

“When can we go home,” Clifford asked him?

“Well, it’s not clear at this point. It all depends on how the government decides to look at your situation. Sometimes these things can get worked out fairly easily and well”other times, the Kenyan government takes a harder approach. It all depends on how many scandals are in the papers”That sort of thing. If they want to come off looking like they’re cracking down on foreigners”then a situation like yours might be dealt with more harshly. It all depends.”

He was not very encouraging. And in the meantime, there was discussion about whether or not they would be turned over to the local police in Nairobi. The family, now all realizing the stewpot they were in began to hurl about recriminations. Clifford lost his temper at one point and berated Abigail for her thoughtlessness in absconding with the tortoise. But he didn’t confine his anger to his daughter. Both his wife and son came in for their share of recriminations about their foolishness too. And, then, embarrassed, Clifford apologized after Abigail began sniffling. She was upset by her father’s outburst. She was closer to her Mum, and she and her father had often come to angry words and hard feelings over her rebellious ways.

The Bribe Clifford moved over the far side of the room to think everything over. Owiti had dropped some hints that there might be a way for them to avoid being enmeshed in the Kenyan legal system. So, Clifford, in reviewing this, decided to approach the Senior Customs Official. He asked the guard outside the door to see Owiti again. The Senior Customs Official again met with him in his office. He had his number one man, officer Kibwe, with him.

“You wanted to see me,” Owiti began?

“Yes”hmmm” ... I”.uh” ... well”.I wanted to see if there was anything I could do to “expedite” this situation.”

“I see. Well, you’ve met with a representative from your embassy. What did he advise you to do.”

“Well, he said he would recommend an attorney.”

“Well, that seems to be it,” Owiti said.

“Well, I had the impression that you could be of help.”

“In what way?”

“Well, if you could see to it that “.you know”.perhaps the evidence or the paperwork “.you know”sort of disappeared”well.”

“Are you offering me something”.if such a thing were possible?”

“Well”.yes.”

“How much are you offering?”

“Oh”say”100,000 Kenyan shillings?” “I see. Officer Kibwe, note that Mr. Bennett is offering me a bribe of 100,000 shillings to help him avoid the legal consequences of his family’s actions. Mr. Bennett, let me advise you that I have been recording this conversation as well.”

With that, he lifted a paper off his desk to reveal a small portable tape recorder - its little wheels spinning and recording everything.

“Adding bribery to your problems was not a good idea, Mr. Bennett.”

As Kibwe escorted Clifford out of the office, the poor man felt pangs of anxiety in his chest. He had blundered. He was led back to the holding area where his wife and family waited. They would sit there another hour, sweating with the children asking too many questions that the couple couldn’t answer. Ostensibly, they were waiting to see if the Nairobi police would be arriving to take them to the central jail. And then, Kibwe came in and took Margaret aside.

“In a few minutes, ask to go to the Ladies room,” is all he said.

When she emerged in the hallway, he took her to see Owiti.

“How cooperative are you willing to be, Mrs. Bennett,” he asked?

Margaret eyed him carefully. Apparently, something was “up”.the question was: where was this man leading her?

“I would be willing to do anything reasonable”...”

“You’ll have to suck some cock.”

“Oh”.OH. When?”

“Right now.”

“Do I have your word that my family will be released? And there’ll be no repercussions?”

“If you cooperate; and do everything I tell you. Yes.”

Margaret took a deep breath and said, “Uh”ok”ok” ... I’ll do it. I’ll do it, if it means we can go home.”

Owiti took her to the men’s room and locked the door. He began feeling her up. He grabbed and squeezed her tits and then thrust his hand up under her skirt to grope her crotch and ass. Getting more excited, he unzipped his trousers and pulled out his cock and balls. She stared at his thick black cock. His hard penis began to rear up from the kinky black hair at his groin. He stroked the shaft, rolling the foreskin back so the glans showed shiny and red.

He grinned as he enjoyed displaying his hard, hot dick to her. Margaret was somewhat intimidated by his cock ... his black maleness. She had never seen a black dick before. She noted the organ’s size; it was longer and thicker than her husband’s. He grabbed her by the hair and yanked her head around, establishing his control. Then he pushed her down to her knees to kneel on the hard, dirty tiled floor. He began rubbing the head of his cock all over Margaret’s face.

Then, upping the degradation, he forced her mouth open, yanked her head around by the hair and made her take it in her mouth. He got her mouth engulfing his dick. As he got it going in and out of her mouth, the sound of a key could be heard at the door. She tried to see who or what it was, but Owiti, still holding onto her hair, made sure she kept her concentration on his cock. The door opened and it was Kibwe. He came in grinning and Owiti nodded to him and said something in Swahili. He took out his longer, but slimmer cock and stroked it. He watched and his erection grew at what Margaret was being forced to do.

And when Owiti made her run her flattened tongue down the length of his dick over its veiny surface, getting it wet and harder, he winked at Kibwe who chuckled at the sluttish thing the white mother was being made to do. Soon Owiti had his dick all the way in her mouth and she was sucking on it like a baby”.

At first she couldn’t take too much of his cock into her mouth. Sucking and working it with her tongue and lips, she wanted him to please him so he wouldn’t hurt her. But when his cock touched the back of her throat, Margaret couldn’t help herself and gagged. Then, still holding her by the hair in one hand and guiding his cock with other, he made her take more of it. Margaret was now drooling ... and it dripped down to wet her blouse. Soon, he was forcing his whole cock into her mouth – just face fucking her. He mouth fucked her and then gave her a breather.