It was early 1998, a few years before terrorism changed the world forever with the attacks on New York and Washington. Air travel was safe and I gazed excitedly out of the aircraft at the vast desert below wondering what experiences awaited me in the year to come. As the plane banked to prepare for landing a shiver ran through me as I thought of my family and friends left far behind. Here I was, 28 years old and still single, about to land in a friendly Middle East country to nurse at the hospital for the next twelve months. Seven years of hard work at the understaffed hospital at home were now behind me. The money offered to relocate for this job was too much for me to resist, with little to spend it on I could save and return home with a large deposit for my own home.
The bump of the wheels on the tarmac shook me out of my daydream and soon the plane stopped at the terminal. After a short walk through the modern terminal I collected my luggage and approached the customs area. The brochures I had received at home had been very specific about packing, ‘no alcohol or drugs and be careful about prescription drugs, the sentences for even minor offences are harsh and painful’. Fortunately I was very healthy and had no current prescriptions so I was confident of passing through customs without any problems.
The pleasant local customs officer searched my luggage thoroughly and after allowing me to repack the suitcases he called a handsome thirty-ish Englishman over to the customs area.
He smiled and said, “Miss Smith? I’m Dr. Ivan Williams from the hospital, I hope you had a good flight.”
“Nice to meet you Dr. Williams, please call me Nancy.”
“Fine Nancy, please follow me.” Dr. Williams placed my luggage back on the trolley and pushed it towards some offices with me following close behind.
I followed the doctor into a small office where he sat at a small desk and motioned me to sit opposite. I had expected to be taken straight to my rooms at the staff living center and wondered what was going to happen, I soon found out.
“Nancy, the authorities select a newcomer at random for a complete search. It is my duty to perform a thorough strip search of your body.”
“A strip search?” I was shocked. “Is that really necessary Dr. Williams?”
“Yes I’m afraid so Nancy,” Dr. Williams looked very serious. “At least we have talked them into letting our doctors do the search, the local ones were quite rough I’m afraid. You can refuse but you will be on the next plane home if you do, and you will have to pay for your flight.”
“Well let’s get on with it then doctor.” I replied. He seemed nice and I had no option.
“Very good Nancy, come with me into the examination room.”
I followed him into the next room. A couple of chairs, an examination table, toilet, wash basin together with a sterile equipment cupboard were the only furniture.
“Strip completely and get on the table, on your back.” Dr. Williams ordered.
I sighed and quickly removed all my clothes. I was a little overweight but quite proud of my shapely figure and I caught the doctor staring at my firm breasts as I lay back on the cool leather.
“I have to do this, sorry, have to check for hidden drugs.” Dr. Williams explained as he thoroughly searched all my clothing and handbag.
“All clear Nancy, try and relax and this will soon be over”, Dr. Williams said as he slipped latex gloves onto his hands. “Now open your mouth wide, are all you teeth your own?”
I nodded as I opened my mouth as instructed. The doctor’s fingers slid all along my gums and pulled separately on each tooth. He was checking, as he explained, for any false teeth that could be hiding a small cache of drugs. I shook my head as he completed the inspection of my mouth and swapped the gloves for new ones.
“Spread your legs wider please Nancy”, the doctor instructed as his fingertips spread my labia. I closed my eyes and stifled a moan as his fingers slowly probed into my vagina. Never had any of my boyfriends used their fingers so expertly and deeply as the doctor was doing now. My juices were flowing and there was nothing I could do to stop them.
I opened my eyes as the doctor’s fingers left my vagina and watched him walk over to the cupboard. I froze as he withdrew a speculum and moved back to stand at the end of the table. He was silent as he leant forward, opened my labia lips again and slowly pushed the speculum deep into my vagina. This time I could not suppress the loud moan that escaped my lips and I heard the doctor chuckle. My eyes were closed and I breathed deeply as Dr. Williams finally completed his vaginal inspection.
“Roll over onto your tummy Nancy,” he ordered as the speculum was withdrawn from my dripping pussy.
‘How about saying please?’ I thought to myself as I obeyed the instruction, a shiver of fear, or was it anticipation, running through me as I thought of what may happen next.
I was shocked as the doctor slipped an arm under my hips, lifted me off the table and slid a firm cushion under my tummy. My arse was now high and wide open for the anal examination. I thought my pussy must have been dripping for Dr. Williams to see as I heard him swap gloves once again. The sound of running water made me turn my head and to my joy I watched as he filled an enema bag with soap and warm water.
He must have felt my eyes watching as he said, “The final check Nancy, it will soon be over, have you ever had an enema before?”
“No, never doctor.” I lied and shook my head. I had swapped enemas years ago when training with a fellow nursing student and had loved the feelings it produced in my body. I could feel my nipples harden against the leather tabletop.
I turned my head away as the doctor approached with the enema bag in hand.
I heard him place it on the metal hanger and then fiddle with the hose and nozzle. Finally his hands rested on my arse cheeks and spread them wide apart.
“I’ll just lubricate your anus before the enema Nancy.”
I felt some cold lubricant being squeezed onto my hole and I tensed as I felt Dr. Williams finger pushing against my puckered opening.
“Just relax Nancy.” He said, irritation showing in his voice.
He pushed again but my sphincter muscle rebelled against the intruder.
“Damn it Nancy, will you relax?”
‘Smack! Smack!’
I yelped as Dr. Williams spanked me hard, once on each cheek. The sudden stings had the effect he wanted and as I collapsed onto the cushion his finger pushed firmly into my rectum. My head was racing, all my life I had fantasized about being spanked and here it was happening, and with a finger up my arse as well! I moaned loudly again as he moved his finger in and out, twisting it to ensure that the lubricant was well spread. Was it my imagination or did the good doctor spend more time than necessary on this part of the examination? I surely wasn’t going to complain and again I moaned as he withdrew his finger and then pushed in the cold metal nozzle.
As he slowly squeezed the bag I felt the warm water beginning to fill me deep in my bowels. I wondered to myself if he would put a plug in my butt to keep the water in as I had read about in those dirty stories on the Internet. No such luck as Dr. Williams withdrew the metal nozzle and squeezed my buttocks together.
“Now hold on as long as you can Nancy, then move to the toilet quickly and let it all go. Do not bother to try and flush the toilet because the handle has been removed. Your stools will be examined later in pathology for any traces of drugs. You can clean yourself and dress when you have emptied your bowels.”
As I nodded the doctor suddenly left me alone in the room. I held on as long as I could, rushed to the toilet and let the lot go. After cleaning myself I dressed and, wondering what awaited me next, I entered the office. A uniformed young local with “taxi” embroidered on his shirt stood beside my luggage on the trolley.
“My name is Ali, come with me please Miss and I will take you to your living quarters.” He said in perfect English with a bright smile.
I breathed a sigh of relief and followed him out of the terminal into the heat and bright sunlight. Fortunately the taxi was air-conditioned and I relaxed back into the seat and watched the city outskirts pass as we cruised down the freeway. Ali pointed out buildings of note to me and twenty minutes later the car pulled up in front of a modern building, the Oasis Nurses Residence. Ibrahim carried my luggage into the foyer, refused my offer to pay for the trip from the airport and left me standing alone.
The reception desk was unmanned but after a minute the elevator doors opened and a uniformed nurse stepped out.
“Nancy? You have made it at last; my name is Tricia, welcome to your new home. Poor thing you, drawing the short straw at the airport, I hope it wasn’t too bad for you?” Tricia smiled and we shook hands.
“Nice to meet you Tricia, no it wasn’t too bad, Dr. Williams was pretty nice about it all.” I smiled back. “I love your accent, is it Canadian?”
“Woohoo, oh thank you Nancy. Everyone picks me as American. Here, give me one of your bags and I’ll take you to your room.”
Tricia’s enthusiasm was infectious; I felt that I had made a new friend already. We chatted easily as the elevator took us to the fourth floor and then along the corridor to room sixty nine.”
“Wow, room sixty nine, half your luck.” Tricia giggled as she unlocked the door and ushered me inside.
The room was small but very well furnished with its own ensuite bathroom, several pre-ordered nursing uniforms were laid out on the bed.
Tricia handed me the room keys as she said, “I’ll leave you alone to get unpacked. The television is connected to a satellite dish so fortunately you don’t have to learn Arabic. I’ll meet you outside the dining room on the second floor in an hour at 6.30 for dinner. I’ll introduce you to the other newcomers and tomorrow I’ll be in charge of your orientation day. Ok, I’ll see you soon.”
