Kidnapped

Part 1

Revised

				 Kidnapped - Part 1


	It was a normal, quiet suburban street in Kent, the Garden of England,
and a normal, quiet suburban house. Inside, four housewives, "English Roses",
good looking and ranging in age from between mid-twenties to mid-thirties were
chatting whilst their husbands discovered some cans of lager in the fridge in
the garage.

	Rose went to answer the door and came back a few moments later, ashen,
her hands clasped behind her blonde head, followed into the room by a Negress
with a gun.

	Linda, Ellen and Laura gasped in horror as the black girl pushed Rose
stumbling beside them and brandished the gun at all three. "What..?" began Linda
and Laura.

	"Shut up c--ts", hissed the Negress, all of you stand up, hands on head,
quickly."

	Rose's mouth was dry, her stomach a dark pit of churning fear as all
four terrified women stood trembling as ordered before the intruder.

	Another Negress and an Arab youth came into the room also carrying guns.

	"Names...give me your names quickly," snapped the Arab to the women,
jabbing Rose with the butt of his gun.

	"Rose", said the trembling captive through dry mouth.

	"Full names, all of you," said the Arab impatiently.

	"Rosemary, Pierce",

	"L.. Linda Western,"

	"Ellen Hughes",

	"Laura West"

	Rose had difficulty finding her voice and all four could only whisper.

	"OK where are your husbands?" snarled a Negress.

	"In.. in the garage," responded Rose.

	"Right you", said the Negress grabbing one of Rose's raised arms come
with me to the back door and call them in here."  Concealed behind the open door
she pressed her gun into her waist, "Tell them to come in for a moment, and make
it convincing or else."

	"G-guys, Dean, Patrick, Martin", she managed in a weak voice, "can you
come in a minute please."

	When she heard a response from the men the Negress grabbed Rose's elbow
and took her back into the lounge.  Rose's eyes opened wider in alarm as she saw
that her friends had by then been made to remove their skirts, blouses, jeans
etc and were standing rigid, hands on head, legs splayed before the grinning
Arab and other Negress. She felt weak with fear

	"Your friend's a tart, look at it, red underwear, what a slut," said the
Negress prodding Linda who blushed crimson, "We'll search you too", their captor
snarled to Rose, "get your hands up again."  Feeling sick Rose raised her hands
to allow the Negress to run her hands over her breasts, down to her hips then
the rough black hands tugged her tracksuit bottoms down to her knees exposing
her pale pants. The woman's hands slid over Rose's buttocks, patting them,
grinning.

	 "Get the f___ing tracksuit off, hands on your head and spread the
legs."

	With shaking fingers she pulled it off aware of the red slap mark on
Linda's face where, presumably, her friend had protested at the indignity. Now
the Negress and Arab were running their hands freely over her friend's exposed
bodies clad only in revealing bra and pants.  Rose hesitated, hands covering her
breasts as the Negress searched her tracksuit then she received a teeth rattling
slap round the face from the Negress.

	"Hands on your f___ing head, spread the legs, now."   

	Rose could never recall ever feeling as vulnerable as when she stood in
her underwear in her own lounge, with the vicious looking Negress touching her
shivering body.

	Dean, Patrick and Martin were shocked at the scene greeting them. The
four beautiful women, Laura, Linda, Rose and Ellen stood in just their bra and
pants, hands on heads legs wide before the armed intruders.  Before they could
collect their thoughts a gun was jabbed into their backs and a fourth member of
the gang, a Negro, pushed them into the room.

	"You bastards, don't even think about resisting, get your f___ing hands
on your heads."

	"What do you w..?"

	Whack, Dean was doubled up with a fist in his stomach as Pete and Martin
hesitantly raised their hands trying to make sense of the situation.

	"Give me your names, quickly," snapped the Arab to the three men.

	After providing their names the Negro told the men also to strip. "Now!"
he emphasised waving his gun at all the captives. 

	With fumbling fingers Martin pulled off his tee shirt, the Negro
snatched it and after quickly checking it dropped it on the floor. Martin's
jeans came next and as he stood in underpants and socks one of the Negresses put
his hands on his head, slapping his buttocks until he had spread his legs to her
satisfaction, whilst the Negro went through his pockets.

	"Just take anything, its yours," said Patrick as he was positioned
whilst his clothes were searched, "Take anything but let us go." A fist crashed
into his face sending him reeling until rough hands hauled him to his previous
hands on heads legs spread posture.  The Negress slapped Linda's face again
silencing her scream at his treatment.

	"Shut it, just do exactly as you're told," said the Arab. "let's see
what we have then."

	He looked at the seven silent captives, each in their underwear, hands
on head, with wide frightened eyes and red faces. "Yes, I think you'll do. Some
of you'll be coming with us."

	"Why, what, take anything," began Dean but a Negress shoved her gun
under his chin and cupped his manhood in a light grasp causing him to wince.  In
low menacing tones she told her fearful audience that they were now prisoners of
the terrorist gang featured in the national news, some members of which were
about to stand trial. 

	Rose felt her knees nearly buckle. It was an effort to stand so
obediently still, vulnerably undressed before such people - yet she knew she had
no choice. She began to sob when the terrorist told them that some of them would
be held in exchange for the safe release of their comrades on trial.  He asked
Rose and Dean the whereabouts of their valuables, which they said were upstairs.

	"Right you," said a Negress grabbing Rose's arm and hissing inches from
her frightened face. " Lead on upstairs and show me the goodies, keep your hands
on your head the whole time and if you even think about trying anything I'll
know, then you and hubby down here will be history." 

	"Please ..." she whimpered not wanting to be separated from her husband
and friends.

	"Now, cow" the woman spat. With a hand on the small of her back she
pushed Rose from the room and slapped her bottom as she ushered her up the
stairs. Rose longed to slap away the demeaning hand fondling her scantily clad
bottom but daren't - just enduring.

	In the lounge the Arab had ordered Ellen, Patrick, Linda and Martin to
spread-eagle against the wall, kicking their legs wider until he was satisfied. 
Then he turned to Dean and Laura.

	"You two, get the rest of those things off. I want you take each other's
things off, hurry."  When they hesitated he grabbed Laura's chin in a powerful
hand. "Strip him, girl...now," he shouted so they both flinched.

	Immediately Laura reached down to Dean's pants, hooking her fingers in
the waistband and pulling them down.  His organ became semi-erect at her touch
as she slid them off his legs.

	"Now get hers off."

	Laura had to stand shamefaced hands on head as Dean's hands fumbled with
the clasp of her bra, finally removing it so her soft breasts spilled out,
nipples hardening.  He looked briefly up at the Arab and their captor merely
nodded, so he slipped his hands into the waistband of Laura's panties.  With a
brief look of apology to her and he pulled them down and off.

	"Hmm," said the Arab appraisingly.  He put his hands on Laura's waist,
then knocked her hands away from her body. "Get 'em back on your head I want to
see it all."

	Laura shook with sobs as the Arab's hands turned her body slowly round,
patting her buttocks, until she once again faced him. "Good, very good," he
muttered.

	"Now, you," he stabbed his fingers at Laura, "we need a gag, stuff your
pants in his mouth, right in." Dean had to open his mouth wide as the still-warm
pants were pushed into his mouth, the Arab then produced some sticky tape to
seal his lips.

	"Now you, get yours into her mouth." Laura had to take all of Dean's
pants into her mouth and her lips were secured with tape. Both now stood naked,
hands on head, cheeks bulging.  

	In spite of his own predicament Dean couldn't help but be aware of his
friend's wife naked beside him, his organ became semi erect. There was a crash
from upstairs and his eyes flicked upwards wondering what was happening to his
own wife with the Negress.  Leaving the other Negress to watch over the four
spread-eagled captives the Negro came over to Dean and Laura. "Da girl's got
nice tits", he said leering at Laura's breasts and pinching one of her nipples
till she cried out. She had to endure the taunts of the black terrorist, younger
than her and his mauling hands squeezing and mashing her breasts till she cried. 
Her eyes briefly flared with hate and she was about to strike out but catching
the look, the Negress simply twirled his gun and leered at her.

	"Hey, lets swap I wanna see the white boy". The Arab took over guarding
the spread-eagled captives and the Negress strolled over to Dean.  She giggled,
"Not much there!  "Grabbing his organ she pulled it and held his testicles
forcing Dean to step towards her placing a restraining hand on her wrist. "Don't
you dare touch me. Get the hand back on your head or I'll pull this pathetic
little thing off." Gingerly Dean replaced his hands on his head.

	"That's better whitey." Dean felt her cool hand stroking and pulling his
manhood then reaching round to pinch and grasp his buttocks.  

	Upstairs the Negress had made Rose spread-eagle on the bed face down
like a starfish. She longed to close her obscenely spread legs but that wasn't
an option.  her captor has positioned her thus, with hands on her head and she
remained in that position.

	As she lay there helpless telling the woman where their money was kept
she heard the crashing as drawers etc were pulled onto the floor.  Whenever she
couldn't give immediate answers on the whereabouts of things the brutal woman's
hard hand smacked down onto her buttocks making the bed rock as if she was a
little child.

	"Aaghhh," the pain was as unexpected as it was stinging and humiliating. 
She hadn't been smacked like that since she was a child.  But now she guessed
that, although in her mid twenties, and exceedingly poised and beautiful  she
was little better than a helpless child in the hands of these monsters. Tears
smarted from her eyes after the last such slap.  "Pleeeease, I'm trying to
think," she sobbed before gasping out another possible location for money. 

	Downstairs, Dean and Laura had been ordered to face each other and press
their naked bodies together.  Dean tried to avoid meeting Laura's brown eyes, as
he could not control his organ, which grew erect and swelled between her soft
thighs, feeling her breasts against him.  Their arms were bound around each
other except one wrist left free over each other's buttocks.

	They were then told to insert a finger deep into each other's rectums.
Both, unable to speak, looked at the Arab with wide eyes.  His broad hand
slapped down hard on Laura's bare buttocks. "Stick them right up your arses,
now, I want to see you wriggle."

	Laura felt Dean's finger probing her anus, she shifted uncomfortably,
and lifting onto her toes as the intruding digit pushed up, filling her. "You
too," snapped the Arab to Laura and she in turn felt between Dean's buttocks to
the heat of his anal bud and pushed in with her finger.  When he was satisfied
that they had both fully obeyed he taped their hands in that position making it
impossible to withdraw their fingers without a struggle.

	Upstairs Rose still lay spread-eagled on the bed in her bra and pants. 
The Negress, having tipped most of the contents of their bedroom onto the floor,
picked up her victim's dressing gown from the heap on the floor, running her
hands over the silky material.

	"Hmm, it feels good, I bet you do too.  I want to see this on you. Get
up, up girl let me get your undies off girl. " Rose pushed herself to her feet.

	"Turn around girl, hands on head."

	Rose cringed, stifling a plea which she knew would fall on deaf ears or
be scorned.  She turned her back to the Negress, shuddering as the black hands
so possessively fumbled with the clasp of her bra, then slid it off her creamy
white shoulders and down her arms, her hands briefly returning to cup her bare
breasts.

	"Ah," Rose jumped in shock and distaste as her bare boobs were groped,
but she managed to remain in position.  She shuddered in dread as the hands slid
down her hips to the waistband of her pants and tug them down.  The Negress bent
down to slide them off her legs, then dropped her discarded knickers. 

	Closing her eyes in fearful disgust Rose felt the hands sliding up her
bare legs.  She shuddered as they pushed up into her crutch then nearly heaved
as she felt the dark hard body pressing from behind into her buttocks and the
black hands cupping and squeezing her bare breasts.  The strong fingers tweaking
her nipples made her yelp, then the broad lips descended on her neck

	"Mmm, juicy, oh you feel so good baby, " she whispered, her hands
sliding round to pat the pert curves of her bottom, then she moved away and
picked up the dressing gown.

	"Here, put this on." Gratefully Rose stepped into the gown and tied the
sash to cover her nudity.

	With Dean and Laura securely bound the terrorists downstairs turned
their attention back to their other captives leaning against the wall.  They
Ordered Ellen to press herself tight against Patrick's back as he remained
spread-eagled against the wall and to wrap her arms across and grip his chest.
Then Linda was similarly made to press herself against Ellen's back and hold her
breasts. Finally, Martin had to press himself against Linda and hold her boobs.

	"I don't want to see any daylight between you four, push tight together,
tight," screamed the Arab.

	The strain on Patrick's arms was considerable and he gasped as he took
the weight of the other three pushing forward.  Martin although frightened
couldn't help but relish the feel of Linda's buttocks through the thin material
of her pants against his groin and her breasts in his hands.  Linda held Ellen
tight, it felt strange gripping another woman's breasts like that, then also the
unfamiliar feel of Martin's hands holding her bra covered breasts and his
excitement evident by bulging pants protruding against her bottom.  Ellen
gripped the unfamiliar chest of her friend's husband, conscious of her breasts
pushing into his back.

	The Negro grinned at the sight of the four captives pushing themselves
together, then the Negress returned with Rose, in her dressing gown, hands on
head. His accomplice had also brought down some tee shirts and coats from the
bedroom.

	"Ready for bed huh?" said the Arab patting Rose's bottom again with such
possession, "Not yet though, you and your friends are coming with us. You lot
working yourselves off against the wall", said the Arab to Linda, Patrick, Ellen
and Martin, "get the underwear off, all jewellery and watches you won't need
that, and each of you put a tee-shirt on.  Now, hurry," he snapped when they
hesitated.

	A Negress clicked away at them with an instant camera as, reluctantly,
Patrick, Ellen, Linda and Martin shamefacedly stripped off their final garments
to stand naked before the terrorists then each pulled on a tee shirt.  The
garments were tiny and Ill-fitting but at least covering their upper halves. 
Quickly, efficiently the terrorists then secured their captives, wrists twisted
up between their shoulder blades and cuffed, gagged, eyes taped shut and
sunglasses put on to cover it. 

	Rose closed her eyes, her face burning with shame as the Negress pulled
her dressing gown off, divesting her too of her watch and rings, the camera
still clicking, securing her in a similar fashion before pulling the gown back
on, empty sleeves flapping, then gagging and blindfolding her too.  She felt so
vulnerably helpless.

	Dean and Laura had, meanwhile been looking on from their position, bound
together naked and gagged at the other end of the room; a Negress swaggered over
to them.

	"Before I give you the blindfold have a last look at your other halves
and friends before we take them away. "The two looked with wide eyes at the four
bound, blind and gagged figures in their ill-fitting short tee shirts, bare
legs. The dressing gown was only loosely fastened on Rose and most of her nudity
was on show and the discarded clothing on the floor. "Pretty vulnerable aren't
they," gloated the woman as the Arab draped an arm casually around the bound
figure of Rose, cupping a breast. " We'll leave you some of the photos we took,
as a reminder, and send some to the Government to get the release of our
brothers.  Now, on with the blindfolds. One of us will wait here for an hour,
and if you try to move you'll be for it.  Just stand nice and still, we don't
even want to see you breath.  After an hour, not a minute less, you can let
yourselves go."

	Dean tried to say through the gag of his need to go toilet but it came
out as meaningless grunts, then his, and Laura's world was plunged into
darkness.

	The terrorists bundled their bound captives away and hustled them
outside into their van.

	Laura and Dean heard the movements, then silence.  After a few minutes
Dean tentatively began to move but suddenly received a swathe of pain across his
buttocks making him grunt.  "No movement at all, I don't want to see you even
f---ing breathe" snapped a harsh voice out of the darkness.

	The Negress smiled to herself in amusement at the sight of the two
motionless, naked figures bound together in the obscene pose, neither daring to
move a muscle. Pressed together, fingers into each other, silent and still,
ridiculous. She switched on a radio then quietly crept out of the house into the
van and away with the others.

	How much time had passed? Dean and Laura had no way of knowing. They
heard the radio playing.  Dean's need to go toilet became intolerable but he
daren't move and he couldn't hold it back.  Laura flinched as she felt the hot
stream erupt from him, some trickling down her legs to form a puddle on the
carpet. For nearly a further hour they stood locked together, naked and still,
before tentatively struggling out of their bonds.     

	The journey in the terrorist's van was an endless nightmare to the
bound, gagged and blindfold captives.  They were sitting wedged on seats along
the side of the van between the terrorists.  Bouncing along, unable to brace
themselves but they had been ordered to sit with their legs wide apart. 
Although their tee shirts covered their upper halves this provocative pose
displayed them intimately below, but it did help to brace them against the van's
movements. 

	They had to endure the occasional grope from the terrorists, the raucous
comments.  Martin and Patrick each felt soft hands touching and stroking their
manhood, they became unwillingly erect, heard the laughter, unaware that the
terrorists were comparing their sizes.  In Ellen's case it was her nipples, hard
with fear through the tee-shirt, that came in for attention from someone,
stroking, tweaking, then flicking painfully so she made muffled cries through
the gag. 

	Rose knew that the dressing gown had draped open to reveal most of her
upper body even though she was covered below.  One of the bastards kept flicking
cigarette ash onto her bare breasts.  She wanted to die, to be anywhere but a
captive in the hands of these fiends. Linda felt hands on her legs, sliding up,
tickling her pubic hair till she squealed and tried to close her legs, always
though, she was forced to open them wide.

	Finally, it was over.  All of them felt sick, with fear of the unknown,
the smoking in the confined space and the motion of the bumping van.  They were
hauled out, still bound, blindfold and gagged, gravel hurting their bare feet. 
Hustled blindly into a building, tiled floors, cold on their feet.  Voices,
whistles, catcalls, Linda Ellen and Rose cringed at their vulnerability and near
nudity on view to whoever cared to look.

	Then the smell of sweat, wooden floors, a ball bouncing - a gym? 
Screeches of delight, hoots and whoops.  Ellen stumbled as someone's ran past
smacking her bare buttocks below the tee shirt.  Up cold, concrete, stairs
stubbing toes, stumbling then through a door, antiseptic smells combined with
cigarette smoke.  Brought thankfully to a halt the five captives stood still.

	Roughly the sunglasses and tape masking their eyes was pulled off
leaving the captives blinking in a type of dirty doctor's surgery. Before them
at a table sat a fat Greek in a dirty white coat, smoking. He looked up.

	"Welcome ladies and gentlemen to our humble Headquarters, we have been
expecting you.  You will all look at me as I speak please"

	Five pairs of eyes looked him mutely over their gags. He continued,

	" You are prisoners of the Liberation front until our brothers are
released. There is only one rule here.  If you are told to do it, you do it
immediately and without question or you will be disposed of; you must understand
that you mean nothing to us accept bargaining chips and even if just one of you
is left, your stupid Government will cave in.  As you are now prisoners of war
you will be medically examined, documented, photographed and taken to your
detention cells.  The gags and handcuffs will be removed, you will remove those
stupid clothes and lean spread-eagled against that picture window over there
until I call you out one at a time for examination and documentation.  There
will be no questions or talking, just total obedience."

	The Negro and Arab terrorists, who had kidnapped them, removed their
bonds and gags, telling them to take off their tee shirts.  Linda rubbed her
chafed wrists from the bonds, worked her mouth from the confines of the gag. 
She felt frightened; the others were similarly looking around.  Suddenly the
Greek's voice barked out.

	"You were told to strip. Now do it or suffer the consequences." Linda
reluctantly pulled her tee shirt off over her head, seeing Ellen do the same. 
The Negress guard, who had made Rose don the dressing gown in her bedroom,
pulled it off her as she slowly began to slip her arms out of it. " I'm having
that honky," a guard leered at her, to heighten her fear and shame.

	Martin and Patrick were also now naked, feeling shame for themselves but
also protectiveness towards their two nude wives, who like Rose were crimson and
covering themselves with their hands.  Even so, Martin and Patrick couldn't help
but notice and admire the bodies of their wives' friends. Rose hadn't even the
knowledge of her husband being there; she was naked before all unfamiliar eyes.

	"Move you c__ts", screamed the Arab kidnapper, "The Doctor told you to
lean against that window over there until you're called for examination."  He
lashed out, catching Linda's bare buttocks with a hard hand leaving a red mark.

	All five naked captives shuffled over to the floor to ceiling window. To
their horror they saw it looked directly down into the gymnasium and that a
group of young black terrorists were playing basketball down there just a few
feet below them; the window hid nothing of their nudity from those below.  The
captives seemingly took too long to assume their ordered, spread-eagled
positions against the window and the Arab lashed out again, this time catching
Ellen's bare buttocks causing her to scream out.  Meticulously the Arab and a
Negress positioned all five captives till their feet were wide apart, about
three feet from the window, leaning against it with wide apart hands, backs
straight.  They took a delight in touching the bare flesh of their victims, not
missing an opportunity to brush a breast, bottom or crutch, insisting they kept
their backs straight.  The bastards then banged on the window to ensure the
players below saw the naked captives.

	Ellen felt gooseflesh break out over her exposed flesh, closed her eyes
when she saw the figures below clustering around their side of the window,
pointing, yelling and whooping with delight.  The doctor was behind her now and
she shuddered at his touch on the small of her back, lightly tapping her bottom.

	"You first I think my dear.  Stand over by my desk, legs apart, hands on
head.  Go child," he said, lightly tapping her bottom as it wiggled away. Martin
cringed at the thought of the slimy bastard pawing his naked wife.

	"I have some thermometers for the rest of you while you wait against the
wall here.  They are going right up your tight little arses and, for your sakes,
I hope nobody lets theirs drop out. " A humiliation on a humiliation. The eyes
in the gym below looked on in amusement as they saw the Greek stand behind each
captive saw them shudder onto tiptoe and wriggle as the thermometer slid into
each one.  Rose felt the cold bulb of the thermometer, intrude crudely,
unnaturally into her, one of the youths below was in fits of laughter. The Greek
spotted it and pulled Rose away from the wall for a moment.

	"Let them have a quick peek shall we."  He smirked, placing her hands on
her head and slowly turning her round.  Rose, sobbing, heard the laughter from
below as they saw the instrument protruding from between her pink buttocks. 
Then he positioned her back against the glass, a tear trickling down each cheek. 
He tapped Linda's back, "Back straight girl, no slouching."  Then he went to
Ellen by the desk.

	"No looking," the doctor said to the other captives, in a mocking voice.
"This is a medical examination. All those not being examined will look straight
ahead through the window."  Despairingly, Martin fixed his eyes on the glass but
he could not fail to hear the fat slob with his wife.

	"Come my dear, keep your hands there on your head, but stand closer to
me, I want to feel those the tips of those breasts just against me.  That's it
that's good. Eyes, OK, ears, open your mouth, wider, tongue right out. Lets have
those boobs, hmm quite big, hard nipples, guess you're enjoying this, a real man
touching you eh!  Stomach, OK. could be flatter - it soon will be here. Onto the
table with you, on your back, legs wide. No, wider than that, feet flat, really
wide, I need to see every little part, everything you've got.  Good, that's
good, hands back on your head" he breathed, fingers probing. 

	Ellen felt physically sick as the hot moist fingers explored every
orifice thoroughly, then the cold hardness of the thermometer in her rectum as
the slob asked intimate questions about her periods.  The others heard
everything and felt sorry for her and for their own ordeals to come.  Then he
ordered her back on her feet and told her to spread her legs and touch her toes. 
She had to bend up and down a few times so the slob could see her muscle play
and tone.  She felt his hands lightly tapping her buttocks as she bent over each
time.  Finally he patted her bottom, like a grandfather might to his young
granddaughter, as she stood hands on head before him. "That's enough my dear,
I'm finished - you're healthy enough." A Negro came over to her.

	"Right, bitch, come with me to the cubicle over there and I'll take down
your details, keep your f___ing hands on yoh head girl." Ellen followed him to a
tiny cubicle in the corner with a desk, he drew the curtain behind them and
stood facing her, she felt his rough clothing against her nudity. Then he
grabbed her buttock cheeks in his hands and pulled her against him. Ellen
sickeningly felt his hardness pressing against her; he slowly moved his hips in
and out. A sneer on his face, his mouth inches from hers, "Yoh gunna answer muh
questions girl, no shit or I'll f__k yoh arse off." Then he sat down and Ellen
had to reel off details of her age, address, husband's details, job, seemingly
endless, pointless details, but she daren't hesitate in her answers. 

	Meanwhile, the Greek doctor was examining Ellen's husband, Martin. He
made great play of his genitals and the Arab strolled over to where Martin stood
rigidly hands on head and casually flicked his manhood, "Not much there." In
addition to the trauma of standing naked being pulled around by the Greek and
Arab, Martin's eyes kept straying to the tiny screened cubicle across the room
where he knew the Negress had his naked wife, at least he could hear the murmur
of voices.

	Then the Arab strolled over to Rose, spread-eagled at the window.  She
felt him, disgustingly slowly, remove the rectal thermometer, making it feel as
if he was turning her inside out.  She shuddered as he pressed his body against
her soft buttocks, reaching round to mash and maul her breasts.  His face
against her neck, oily voice in her ear. "I'm gonna have you sometime, stick it
right up you, you'll like that." Laughing at her sobs, he replaced the
thermometer between her buttocks, seeing the gooseflesh on her trembling body.

	Minutes later she too was standing before the creepy doctor being
examined.

	"Hmm, juicy," he leered smelling a finger which he had just plucked from
her unwilling sex lips.

 	She could scarcely believe that scant hours earlier she and her friends
were enjoying a carefree evening.  Now she had to stand naked and helpless
before a foreign bastard, bending and stretching before him, exposing herself,
telling him her every intimacy, letting him feel her, letting him do whatever he
wanted, or face unthinkable consequences.

	So the procedure continued like a production line until all had been
processed.  After being questioned about their personal details they had to lay
spread-eagled, face down on the floor by the cubicle.  One of the Negresses
insisting that they keep their noses firmly against the floor and did not turn
their heads.

	Then two small, harsh looking, Oriental girls came in with a camera and
video camera.  They gave Linda a sharp kick on the bottom and took her, as the
first victim, across the room and stood her hands on head in a corner before a
sign bearing the logo of their organisation.  Carefully they instructed her in
the message she must read out into the video, the words of which would be held
up behind the camera.  Then wearing masks an Oriental girl and a Negress stood
either side of their naked victim, arms draped casually around her shoulders. 
The Oriental girl produced a tiny knife, which she ran lightly down Linda's
spine.  She hissed in Linda's ear,

	"Any trouble and..." she jabbed the blade a little causing Linda to
wince. Then they stood beside her, grinning as she said her "lines".

	"P please, my n-name is -LLinda Western. I,, I am a p-p-prisoner of the
L-Liberation Front and will be held, with my friends un-until the glorious
freedom fighters of the revolution are safely released and allowed to leave the
country.  Please don't attempt to find us or we will be punished.  Any rescue
attempts or refusal to comply with the demands will result in our immediate
execution.  While prisoners of the Liberation Front we will be kept under strict
conditions, and without any clothing, to purify our souls and rid ourselves of
Western decadence.  We have been medically examined and are all fit at the
moment.  Please meet these reasonable demands as soon as you can, every hour
that we are here undergoing this re-education, is the responsibility of the
Government."

	She looked so fragile, her blonde hair tied back in the ponytail she
often wore, her slim nudity gleaming under the light The grinning monsters on
either side of her stroked her hair and cupped one of her small breasts.   She
had been told she could now say a few words of her own choosing to plead for
release.

	A tear began to trickle down her face, her lip quivered, "Please, please
do as they say, get us out of here...it's horrible", she sniffled as her
captor's hands patted her bottom with total possession before the camera
switched off.

	Linda had to spread-eagle face down on the floor again and one at a time
the captives had to make similar speeches.  Rose actually broke down into floods
of tears when she said her own words, blubbering face buried in her hands as
black hands cupped her bare breasts, that she wanted to go home.  The Oriental
girl kept the camera rolling - it was good propaganda.