The inspection... Madison is anally probed, deeply

They yanked her suitcase open, and the guards froze when they saw the toys. Madison swallowed hard, passport shaking in her hand, but the accusation had already left their mouths. Smuggling. They pulled on gloves anyway. First came the fingers. Two slid in rough and dry, prying her open without warning. She gripped the metal table, breath caught, while they worked deeper, twisting, testing every inch. When two became three, she felt herself give, forced wider, breath hissing between clenched teeth. They didn’t stop. Cold lube hit the next round and they kept pushing. Knuckles met resistance, then slipped past, fist filling her until her body fluttered around the stretch. She felt the gape when they pulled back, cool air on hot skin. Enemas came next, fluid flooding in, belly cramping, then out again, inspection after inspection. They waited for her to push it back. When nothing came, they went again with cock, thick and blunt, driving straight into the same hole they’d already wrecked. She took it anyway, hips shoved forward, metal table biting her thighs. Each thrust dragged a grunt from her throat. The guards traded off, each one checking the other’s work, stretching her wider, deeper, until nothing was left hidden inside. She stayed bent, open and used, while they decided she was clean.