It was the last day of my business trip to Nigeria. I had taken my wife Carol along with me and we were at the airport in Lagos with plenty of time before our flight home. We were going through customs when a uniformed official called us over to the long counter he was standing behind. "Anything to declare?" he asked, looking at Carol and barely concealing the lust in his eyes.
She was wearing pink shorts and a white shirt. The top buttons were open due to the heat. She wasnāt wearing a bra and her nipples could be seen pushing through the thin cotton. " No, nothing", she said and started to move on.
"Come back here please," we heard him say. "Open your bag lady." We had checked in our suitcases and just had Carolās handbag with us. She sighed with annoyance but did as he asked and opened her bag. He rummaged around inside and pulled out a small plastic bag. "Whatās this?" he asked, raising his eyebrows and staring at Carol.
"I donāt know, Iāve never seen it before," she replied, looking at me in amazement.
The customs officer opened the bag and looked inside, then he poured out some white powder into his hand and sniffed it. He wet his finger, dipped it into the powder and tasted it. "Heroin," he said, come with me please."
Carol gasped in astonishment. "This is ridiculous, thatās not mine, Iāve never seen it before, someone must have put it there."
He laughed, "thatās what they all say. This way please, both of you." I protested but to no avail, we had to follow him into a room which had a POLICE notice on the door. I had no idea that I was about to have my wildest fantasy come true.
There were two other uniformed men in the room, sitting behind desks. The place stank of smoke and body odor. They looked up as we entered and both laughed and said things we couldnāt understand. They stood up and came close to us. The guy who had brought us in sat on the edge of a desk and lit a cigarette. "Do you know what happens to drug dealers here? How much more have you got on you lady?"
Carol was scared. "Iām not a drug dealer," she said, "I donāt know how that stuff got into my bag but I swear itās not mine, please believe me." She turned to me with tears in her eyes. "This is all a terrible mistake Dave, tell them we donāt use drugs." "Thatās right," I said, "that bag was put in my wifeās handbag by someone else, I swear to God we donāt know anything about it."
"In this country people go to prison for several years for drug offences," he said, blowing out a stream of smoke. The prisons here are really bad places. Twenty people to a cell, no toilet, just a bucket, no shower. The guards, who are all male, rape the women every night. Sometimes they take a girl and put her in a male cell and watch them using her. You wouldnāt like to go there would you my dear?"
"Oh my God, no," cried Carol, "please let us go, we havenāt done anything wrong."
The officer stood up. "We will have to search you lady, maybe youāre not telling us the truth." He pointed at me and told me not to move and to keep my mouth shut. The three black men were looking at each other and grinning. It was obvious that the bag had been planted by the policeman when he saw Carol. She looked so beautiful and sexy with her long blonde hair tied back in a pony tail. I wondered if they did this with all the pretty girls who passed through the airport. I was shit scared but I decided to keep quiet and just pray that everything would be OK and we would be able to get out of this hell hole.
The officer touched Carolās hair. "I love blondes, are you a real blonde? Take your clothes off." Carol refused. He put his face close to hers and said "Shall I call a police car or will you cooperate? If you want to catch your plane you must do as I say or you will stay here and go to prison. If you do go there, you might never come out alive!"
Carol started to cry as she unbuttoned her blouse. She took it off and everyone stared at her large firm breasts. She pulled down her shorts and stood before us in tiny white panties and her trainers. I had often seen Carol abused by my friends but she had always been either dead drunk or drugged and wasnāt aware about what was going on. I had seen her fucked by a black guy but my biggest fantasy had always been to see her used by several blacks while she was awake. I knew I was going to see this now and my cock was getting hard.
"Take your pants and shoes off," he ordered, "maybe youāve got some more stuff hidden somewhere." Carol sobbed as she removed the rest of her things and stood naked before the three men. One of them picked up her shoes and looked inside them. Another took her panties and examined them closely, laughing as he showed the other two a stain. He sniffed them and held them in front of the other guyās noses. I could see that they all had an erection, the bulges in their pants were clearly visible. I like to sniff Carolās panties and it really made me hot to see these guys doing it.
The chief walked round Carol, looking at her lovely body. He put his hand between her legs, feeling her damp pussy. Then he ran his hands over her tits and ass. Standing behind her, he weighed her tits in his hands, squeezing them and pulling the nipples. Carol begged him to leave her alone, tears streaming down her face. "You are a real blonde," he whispered, "such lovely big tits and a nice tight ass. Now come over here."