For Your Eyes Only

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This is a closed thread for dominatemesir. Your are invited to read along and enjoy


INA, the Independent News Agency hired each summer a small but select group of journalism students as interns. The process was very selective and talent was the key to obtaining one of theses sought after internships. Unlike other major corporations INA looked on their internship program as an investment in their future and opened the program to first year journalism students as well as senior or graduate students. They believed that if you learned the business from the bottom up, learned each department
pre-production, Print, Radio and Television was the way that a good investigative report was formed, not in the theoretical ivory tower of a university.

Our young heroine is a first year journalism student and the lucky winner of one of the coveted INA internships. If she had dreamed of an exciting summer in the fast paced world of international news she soon found that her world revolved around proof reading and running copy and suffering the unwanted attentions of some of the younger staff members who saw her as nothing more then a tasty little morsel to be plucked savored and enjoyed. Over half of her six month internship had passed in the day to day drudgery of INA’s home offices, and fending off clumsy passes of her male counter parts. Half of the interns that had started with her were gone already when she began to get little fluff assignments.

The day that would change her young life for ever started with everyone in the news room eyes glued to the monitors as the latest reports of piracy off the horn of Wets Africa was breaking. It seemed a retired couple from England had been sailing around the world through the Red Sea and the Indian Ocean when they had been seized by local pirates. These pirates took any vessel they could from pleasure craft to major cargo and oil tankers. They claimed that it was the only way to support their families in the war torn area, and to fend off the local War Lords. Her thoughts were interrupted when a colleague informed her,

“Chief wants to see you ASAP Honey........has a new assignment for you. “

If she was hoping that it might be West Africa, she was to be soon disappointed as she listened to the chief ,

“ You are going to be covering the fashion shows in Milan. You can pick up your press pass and tickets from Joan in Dispersing. “

So it was to be another fluff piece.

When our young Heroine arrived at Dispersing, Joan and everyone else was fixated on an announcement from General Kummel Mustafa that he was a Patriot not a Pirate. On Joan’s desk lay two packets one marked Milan Italy, the other Somalia West Africa. One road led to galas and parties, the other to a real investigative assignment.

 

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Arms were crossed as she stood in the newsroom with the other reporters, watching the story unfolding before them on the news. Here she was, living the dream that she had always foreseen herself in. Being situated in front of an audience and a camera was the ultimate goal of the young woman, but right now anything in the business was a strong beginning--a foot in the door of her future. Alyanna was one of the younger interns, the others were prepare to write final papers for their fifth or sixth years of education, but she was still hoping to gain enough credits to even qualify for graduation. Aly chewed her bottom lip as she watched the news playing out before her, the coverage going constantly in the busy office. They needed to get someone out there and quickly, otherwise the rival news companies were going to end up taking the story away for good.

Hearing the words of her colleague, she had went to visit her boss, attempting to hide the slightly giddy look on her face. This was it, her big break. They were going to send her out to cover the stories in Africa and to truly make a name for herself in the industry. She was going to get away from the simplistic and underrated stories that had dominated the last few months in the office. Yet, her hopes were dashed as she was informed about the fashion shows she should attend. Another day where she played dress-up and hoped for the best when trying to interview designers and models who could care less about her overall performance. Trying to hold back her disappointment, she went back to her shared office space and grabbed her packed go-bag. It held enough to get her through a few days of reporting, all the essentials necessary to leave with a moments notice.

As she went to get her tickets, Aly found herself faced with a decision. Take the safe way to a fashion show, or take the other tickets by mistake and send herself into the war torn, hostage situation in Africa. Hesitating for a moment, she grabbed the latter tickets and quickly left the room, grabbing a taxi down to the airport. Before they could bat and eyelash to the mistake, she needed to get out of there and into the air. They couldn't get angry when she was already half way around the world right?

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It was a long flight, but it felt like time was flying. The camera crew she flew with didn't seem to notice the mistake, figuring that it would just be a quick story and that the intern was more then capable of getting it down in a timely manner before another incident sparked global interest elsewhere. That was all this was, something that would take precedence for a few days, a week at most, and then focus would shift to a homegrown issue. As the plane landed, the crew departed for the hotel, Aly staying behind to get her luggage from the airport and to try and call the office to inform them about the mixup that had taken place with the tickets. The redhead grinned to herself as she ran a hand through her long hair, pushing it away from her pale face, freckles dusted across her nose and cheeks. This was it, her time to shine.

 

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Jack Donahue was livid when he discovered Alyanna switch in assignments. What the hell was the girl thinking of? She was an intern, a sophomore at University, and instead of being grateful to get an assignment to cover Italian Fashion scene in Milan she goes and fly off to “Somalia”. Donahue’s mood did not improve when he could not reach his wayward intern and cub reporter on her cell phone and was forced to call Suleiman to meet her at the airport and to inform the head strong young Miss that she was no longer employed by INA.


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The sub Saharan African sun was brutal. Suleiman peered out from behind his
Ray-Band sunglasses. He had not been pleased to receive Jack Donahue’s call nor was he pleased to have to tell a complete stranger she was fired. He yawned absent mindedly as the normal assortment of western adventurers shifted through baggage claim. The few arrivals were long gone when Suleiman saw a striking tawny copper headed western beauty coming towards him in a very sheik skirt, heels and matching suit jacket.

“Miss.........do you know a Mr. Jack Donahue?”

As the dark ebony agent for INA boldly looked Aly over, leisurely taking in every sensual curve of her magnificent young body, all thoughts of firing the girl flew from his mind. Slowly he decided on another course of action, one that would considerable increase is own wealth.

“We must hurry Miss If I am to slip you across the border and into Somalia”.

Suleiman took Aly’s bags and loaded them into the back of his old battered pickup, which was by far the best of the rolling wrecks that the young redheaded beauty saw. It was a hot dusty ride and a clandestine crossing of the frontier. He dropped Aly at what passed for a hotel in Somalia’s war ravaged Capital far from were his sweet young charge would meet or be seen by any of the press corps that now haunted the city.

“Miss I shall return in an hour, meet me around the corner by the alley in an hour Miss Alyanna while I arrange an interview with General Magabi.”

General Ishmael Magabi was perhaps the most powerful and secretive of the Somalian war lords and one who had never given an interview to any foreign reporter. Suleiman was offering Aly the scoop of the year. What she did not know was that her crew upon arrival at their hotel, across the boarder, were informed that Jack Donahue had fired his headstrong young intern, sent her packing back to INA headquarters, and to sit tight until a qualified reporter arrived in a few days.


Suleiman as soon as he reached his truck made a call not to Jack Donahue of INA but to the local war lord General Magabi, as he described the sweet little western morsel that Allah had dropped into his hands.

 

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It wasn't as though she had tried to directly get her boss angry with her, it could easily have been a mistake. There had been a rush, she needed to get going immediately in order to get to Milan on time for the fashion shows opening. She had grabbed the tickets, not realizing that there were another set next to them. It was a simple lie she would spin to her boss, begging forgiveness and trying to convince him that it would be worth it to just leave her where she was at the moment and give her a chance. The worst that happened would be to send another agent out here after her first day and she would take a simple ride over to Milan for the fashion coverage she was supposed to be doing. That was a simple fix right? Her boss would understand…wouldn't he?

Alyanna stood in the airport, unsure of who her contact in this place was supposed to be. She stuck out like a sore thumb in her pencil skirt and blouse, heels clicking against the flooring as she moved about in an air of professionalism. If she could keep this up then she could probably convince people she belonged here. In one hand she carried her bag, the other held the matching suit jacket she had taken off to try and cool down. The building was already stiflingly hot and she was regretting not changing into something cooler on the plane. Then again, if she tried to change she may have put on clothing that offended her contact and their cultural values. She didn't know what to expect, she had never left the safety of her home country before, especially not into a war-torn area. As someone approached her, Aly looked over to the man, trying to figure out who he was. At the mention of her boss' name, she nodded her head, approaching the dark-skinned stranger. "Yes, that's me. Thank you."

Her clothing was tailored for her slim figure, hugging against her skin in the horrible heat that encompassed the atmosphere. As she followed him outside, she looked at the truck he drove with a leery feeling. That was what she was supposed to trust to deliver her to safety? Chewing her bottom lip, the redhead ran a hand through her hair slowly before climbing in. She might as well go all the way with this now, she didn't have any other choice. As they bumped along the road, she could feel more sweat dripping down her back, the blouse clinging to her sweat covered flesh. She needed to change into something more environment friendly, something that wouldn't dehydrate her so rapidly. When they arrived at the hotel, Aly felt as though she had been jumped and bounced around more then she ever had in her life. Her stomach felt sick, but she kept breathing deeply as she got out at the hotel and looked at her guide with a small nod of her head, "Of course, thank you. I will be there, and not a minute late. I promise." Taking her bag, she followed the man into the hotel and to the room that was given to her. Where was the crew she was supposed to have? Already settled, or maybe they were getting their things off the plane still. Wherever they were, she didn't have time to wait.

In the hour that she was given, Aly took the time to wash down her body, partly caked in dust from the road and sweat from the heat. She put on looser fitting clothing, something that was still modest enough not to offend General Magabi and his men, but something that she also wouldn't feel like she was suffocating in. Her hair was pulled up into a pony tail and she washed her face and neck with a cold cloth once again before grabbing her small bag of essentials and going out to wait at the arranged spot. She needed to get something before she called her boss and told him the news. There would be no way to send her packing when he found out she had spoken with the elusive warlord.

 

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They saw the redheaded western beauty standing by the alleyway their leader’s tongue slid over the bow of his lips as he looked at the girl. He motioned to his six followers. And like a pack of hyenas they began to close on their pry.

“You are very Pretty Miss.”

He said in his thick West African accent.

“Very pretty indeed.”

As he spoke a man’s hand sensually caressed Aly’s tight little ass. Then she was shoved into the leader’s arms.

“Shall we have a little fun Miss?

His mouth crushed to hers and Aly could feel the men closing in around her.

Miss Alyanna Hawthorn’s scream attracted the attention not only of the thugs that not surrounded her but also of a gathering crowd. Dark shimmering eyes watched as the pale western beauty struggled in the strong arms of the ebony man whose dark lips pressed to her soft pink lips. His arms were like bands of iron pressing Aly’s arms to her sides rendering her powerless to resist his advances. They watched intently as the hapless beauty fought to push him away her muffled little cries into his mouth seemed only to excite her attacker and the gathering crowd. Aly tried to arch her head back to at least break the kiss and cry out loud. Then to her horror she felt a hand hiking her skirt up barring her shapely leg to her upper thigh.


Suddenly and unexpectedly he broke his savage and demanding kiss as his dark eyes laughed down into Aly’s stunningly beautiful eyes. He pushed her from him and into another man’s arms who roughly kissed her and pushed her to yet a third man. The soft sensual sound of ripping fabric caressed the young redheaded beauty’s sense, the searing African sun caressed Aly’s bare shoulder and the crowd howled with delight as Aly was pushed from man to man. They kissed her groped at her gorgeous young body as each ripped away at her clothing. Soon it was not only the men but the women as well that seemed anxious to the pale young tawny copper haired infidel beauty strip naked.

Stripped to the waist the only bit of modesty left to the stunning young beauty was her lacey little bra. Aly had been push; shoved ands buffeted, her blouse bodily ripped from her by the gang of thugs and the crowd that had quickly gathered at the sounds of her pitiful little shrieks. Once more Miss Alyanna Hawthorn of INA found herself in the powerful ebony arms of the mobs leader. The little redhead beauty felt someone’s fingers fumbling at the clasps of her bra, just before her lips were claimed in yet another savage kiss. Aly felt the press of her attacker’s hand between their bodies and the soft sensual metallic whisper of her skirt’s zipper as it was slid down. The hot caress of the sub Saharan African searing heat on her newly bared flesh told the naïve innocent western beauty that they were not finished with her yet.

 

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Alyanna paced back and forth in the small area, too nervous to wander too far from the meeting place. She saw people moving around her from the corner of her eye, but brushed it off as nothing related to her--simple paranoia and nothing more. It was a new country and she was thinking ill of everyone that happened to walk a little too close to her. However, she turned and realized that there were a group of men surrounding her entirely. Eyes grew wide as she tried to move away, only to walk into someone who closed the gap in the small circle. "No--no please. You've got it wrong, I'm a news reporter." As the man ran a hand over her behind, Aly jumped and shook her head, "Stop it, let go of me." Yet, she couldn't fight as the burley men pushed her over to one of the men, his arms holding her tightly in place.

Her screams were shrill as she tried to get away from the man that held her firmly in his grasp, her flailing limbs doing little to stop the crushing kiss that the tough man was forcing upon her. She was trapped and felt as though she were going to end up having the breath squeezed out of her. She couldn't do anything to get away from his grip, her arms pressed into her sides, unable to wiggle them out of the iron grasp that he had her in. They knew what they were doing, how could she have been so stupid. A Western woman on her own was sure to act as a beacon for men who didn't give a damn about politics and everything else. This was how white woman were killed here, this was how she was going to end up dying wasn't it? As she tried to get away from the forceful lips that conquered her own, she screamed louder as a rough hand moved up the skirt that she wore. Why hadn't she dressed in pants, why hadn't she dressed more like the locals?

The force from which she was pushed away she spun slightly, unable to distinguish any of the men from each other. As she spun she could hear her shirt rip as the men were gripping onto her tightly, grabbing at her slim body. She screamed more, her body hurled from person to person, the men growing more rough as she was passed through the circle of men. This was hell, she didn't know what was going to happen to her but she knew that this was going to end with her loosing everything in one moment. She should have gone to Milan, the worse that could have happened there was a model falling to the ground or a gown ripping slightly during the runway walk. However, as her shirt was ripped completely from her body, hands stopped trying to fit against the men, her hands covering up her chest as modestly as she possibly could. This was brutal, this was barbaric, she needed to get out of here.

As she was pushed back to the first man, the biggest of the group and therefore she assumed that he was the self-proclaimed leader, she screamed again, feeling one set of hands fumbling with the back of her bra, another set of hands tugging at the zipper on her skirt. She was going to be raped by the men here, she was going to be attacked and would probably get her throat slit afterward just to avoid anyone finding out about it. Sobbing, she tried to get away from the men, "Let me go, please! Stop, let me go!" She could feel the skirt slide down her legs, pooling at her feet as the sun beat down on her pale skin. "Please! Make it stop, let me go! I won't tell a soul, stop!"

 

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It was not long before Miss Alyanna Hawthorn’s skirt and panties were nothing more than shredded scraps of clothe laying in the dust of a hot African afternoon’s sun. Once more she stood in the center of the mob, the center of attention, yet this time naked as the day she was borne. Her tawny copper hair was in wild disarray, dark ebony hands knocked away Aly’s as she tried to cover her nakedness with her dainty alabaster hands. A fierce savage wail rose form them as Aly was lifted into the air, her shoes and socks stripped form her as they bore her on their shoulders, as if she was a virgin sacrifice to their lust.

Miss Alyanna Hawthorn’s found herself spread eagled in the center of the little market square held captive to the crowd’s lust as the gang’s leader slowly began to open his robes. His dark hungering eyes captured her soft innocent tear shimmering gaze and the look in those hungering eyes left little doubt of his intentions. Tears streaked down Aly’s pale flawless cheeks as dark ebony hands intimately grouped her prostrated and spread eagled gorgeous young body. The harsh unforgiving African sun light danced in the helpless young beauty’s tawny copper hair. It gave her luscious, young, sweat shimmering, body the seductive golden hue of burnished ivory. The crowd howled with glee at the lily white western beauty’s pitiful sobbing.

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General Ishmael Magabi loved street theater, done properly it was quite an effective way of controlling the masses and imposing his will with just the right and timely application of judicial force. He watched dispassionately from his secluded observation post as the young western beauty was unveiled for his pleasure.

“Suleiman I congratulate you she is every thing you said and more. A £100.00 pounds sterling for her.”

Suleiman held out his hand for the price he had set on Aly’s youth, beauty and virtue. Magabi knew that he could sell the gorgeous young beauty for ten times that amount and perhaps more If…….. He let the thought slip from his mind, first things first. For now it was time for the judicial of application force, the moment of Dais est Machinus for Miss Alyanna Hawthorn.

A burst of AK47 fire sent Aly’s would be rapists fleeing in all directions, leaving the naked beauty to curl protectively into the fetal position. Two of Aly’s would be rescuers rolled her on to her back. A lieutenant was unhitching his trouser, apparently more than willing to take the place of the men he had just run off and to take his own pleasure from her abused young body. It was this moment, in the general’s little theatrical production, that he chose to appear, the moment of Dais est Machinus that would save Aly from a fate worth than death. A sharp command form Magabi brought a grumbling halt to halt to Aly’s impending rape. The tall eloquent general slipped his military tunic from his shoulders and draped it over Aly’s sun burnt and abused nude body. Sweeping her effortlessly into his arms he carried her to his Jeep to be taken away to his compound.

When Aly’s eyes fluttered open she found herself under clean white sheets. Her minor sun burn treated with an aloe compound that had taken the sting from her pale flawless ivory skin. Her back, though raw, was otherwise unblemished. There was no doubt that she was still very much naked beneath the cool white linen sheets. The room she was in, was plain and smell of antiseptics.

“Miss who are you?”

The voice that questioned her was dark and so very rich. It flowed from the speaker to caress her senses. It was a voice that resonated and was as much felt as heard. For the first time Miss Alyanna Hawthorn beheld the tall eloquent ebony general, his dark rich voice had a hint of a French accent.

“I am General Magabi, and you are…..”

His voice trailed off as again he asked who Aly was. There was a gentle reassuring smile on his dark rugged face that hid the plans he had for this stunning young redheaded beauty. Yet first he had to know a little bit more about her and if she would be missed. Beside she needed a couple of days to heal from her recent encounter with his countrymen, and time for that creamy ivory skin to once more be smooth as silk and flawless.

 

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Screams filled the air as she tried to fight off the men, the clothing she wore easily torn from her slim frame. She couldn't fight them off, she couldn't seem to find anyone who could even help her. Everyone who had been in the vicinity had taken to joy in the attackers and leave her to her own devices. Tears were rolling down her cheeks as she clawed at the men who easily picked her up as though she was light as air. Screams grew louder as they began to grab and push at her pale frame, pinning her to the ground.

The hot sun danced upon her pale skin, she could feel her body burning in the sunlight as they left her naked upon the ground. Every part of her skin felt like it was on fire, her throat already raw from screaming without any kind of liquid to quench her thirst. It wouldn't be long before the sun had burned her skin enough for her to black out and loose sight of her rapists entirely. Sobbing, Alyanna violently tried to break free from the strong grasp of the men, though their hands were easily double the size of her own and their hands were strong enough to break her in half if they so desired. She was going to die here, she could see that now. They were bidding their time before they all decided when to finally take the Western for themselves. Aly sobbed, nails clawing at the hands that held her arms, thrashing as one man moved into position above her, the other men and women holding her down firmly so that the process would go easier.

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The gun shots were the last thing that the red-head was able to hear, the noise was defining to her after all that had happened. Her body immediately curled up, her head spinning as she tried to protect herself from the men that were arriving. She didn't know which was worse, those that had publicly stripped and humiliated her, or those that were clearly a part of an army and would have free reign to attack her. However, someone blocked the sun out from above her half-open eyes, the two men moving away as the one wrapped her up into something big, though it was painful for anything to touch her skin, and lifted her up like nothing more then a feather. It was at this point that she lost consciousness entirely, her body too drained and broken to try and stay awake or fight back against this man.

How long had it been since her attack? She couldn't tell as she felt the warm breeze brush against her skin, her eyes fluttering open slowly as she took in the clinical room around her slowly. Had it all been a horrible nightmare? Was she still back at the hotel, fallen asleep from the jet-lag that her body felt? As she tried to sit up, Alyanna gasped slightly, gritting her teeth as the sheets pressed against her burnt skin, hair dirty from the road they had pressed her against. Licking her lips slowly, she rubbed her eyes tenderly, red and slightly swollen still from the hopeless crying that she had done. Jumping as she heard the voice speak, Aly gripped the sheets to her body more tightly, moving as far away from the man as she could.

"Alyanna Hawthorn."

The name registered immediately and she blinked a few times as she regarded the military general. This was the man that she was supposed to have met with, the man that was going to give her the chance to keep her job and garner international fame and prestige.

"I--I'm sorry, but, where am I? How long have I been here for? My--my boss will expect an update about my arrival and my--my crew."

 

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That gentle reassuring smile on General Magabi’s dark rugged face hid the plans he had for this stunning young tawny copper haired beauty. Yet first he had to know a little bit more about her and if she would be missed. Beside she needed a couple of days to heal from her recent encounter with his countrymen, time for the creamy ivory skin to once more be smooth as silk and flawless.

"Alyanna Hawthorn." Magabi repeated Aly’s name, a thoughtful expression, on his face and then, a sudden realization shown in his dark eyes

”Of INA news service

"I--I'm sorry, but, where am I? How long have I been here for? My--my boss will expect an update about my arrival and my--my crew."

The young beauty whimpered as if she did not realize where she was. That the clean white sheets that securely hugged her gorgeous young body were not the dark ebony hands that had held her captive to her would be rapist dark desires. Her stunning beautiful eyes slowly began to focus.


There was a flash of panic in their clear depths as Aly struggled to sit up. The effort caused the stunning little young beauty to wince in pain. Magabi dark ebony hand gently but firmly pressed Aly back till once more she was laying down in the cool comfort of the clean white sheets.

““Mr. Donahue has been notified and Suleiman is working to get your crew across the frontier Miss Hawthorn. A film crew is not quite so ease to smuggle safely into our poor war torn country as a single journalist.
Rest Now Miss Hawthorn!”

His voice was soft and yet strongly commanding and compelling.

“You’re safe now.”


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When Aly was finally allowed out of bed, Magabi supplied her with an English style school uniform from what had been a convent school which made her look much younger than she was. It was a look Magabi liked and one that suited his plans for Miss Alyanna Hawthorn quite well.

During Aly’s recovery from her ordeal Magabi had determined that Suleiman had done his job well and that the International News Agency was not looking for her. In fact no one at all seemed to have missed her, it was if Miss Alyanna Hawthorn did not exist and that brought a smile to his face. He had the spent time of her recovery to win her confidence as he gave her little tidbits as he continued the illusion that he would grant Aly and in depth interview. He also expressed outrage at what had happened to her and that he would make sure her attackers would be brought to justice.

“If your feeling up to it Miss Hawthorn we can meet several influential persons tonight to help track down the thugs that assaulted you and stole your passport.”

 

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Alyanna was terrified to be in the same room as the General, knowing that it must have been him who saved her from her rape, that it was him that had picked up her sunburnt body and covered her protectively from his solders who had planned to finish the task started by rebels. Her bottom lip quivered as she sat before him, trying to piece together everything that had happened and find out if she could get into contact with her boss and her team. She needed to figure out how long she had been away and if they were looking for her. If she even had a job anymore.

"Yes Sir, I--How did you know?"

Aly's head tilted slightly, her light eyes searching his face quizzically as she tried to recall wearing any form of ID when she had been attacked that may have given up her profession. Then, she realized that her contact from the airport must have told him who she was and the name had registered well enough right? Still, she needed to get out of here and find the other American's that could be anywhere in the war torn country.

As she attempted to get away from the bed, her head began to spin and she felt sick to her stomach. The sun had beat down on her for slightly too long and the beginning stages of sunstroke had set in, something that didn't reassure her in the least. His hands firmly pressed her shoulders back into the bed and she allowed him to do so. Eyes closed again as the cool sheets pressed into her aching back and she nodded her head slowly.

"Thank you…Is there anyway that I can speak with Mr. Donahue? I--I have a lot of things to talk to him about and it is a matter of importance."

Already her words were beginning to grow more and more slow, her body wanting to sleep once more to try and get rid of the nausea that had begun to set in and to try and heal the dark sunburns that appeared more prominent on her pale skin.

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It must have been days before the General finally allowed her to get up and move about on her own. At first she had been given a nightgown to move around the bedroom slowly, to try and get her bearing backs and to keep from getting bedsores from simply laying for days on end. When she was granted access to the world beyond her room, Alyanna had been supplied with an old uniform like the one she had worn at her private school. Hands continually tugged at the short skirt, trying to keep herself covered up amongst the men who roamed the compound, feeling entirely out of place dressed as she was. Yet, it was the "only thing thy had" according to her saviour.

After all the time she had spent getting better, she still had slightly pink colour that lingered on her shoulders and back, those areas that had been exposed to the sun the longest and still required aloe to be applied at dawn and sunset to keep from peeling or causing pain when she wore clothing on top of it. Aly chewed her bottom lip as she sat in his office, unsure about what was taking so long for her contact with her boss or crew. They said that it wouldn't be much longer, but Aly already feared that they had forgotten about her or that they had simply decided that she was dead already. Hearing the offer, Aly's head snapped up and her eyes were wide.

"Really?! You mean it? That would be wonderful, I would really appreciate that General. Who would I be meeting? Have you talked to my boss about getting me another passport or any news from America at all?"

 

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Aly looked adorable in her prim and proper white blouse, school tie and blazer. Her plaid skirt hung modestly down to just above her knees. Her long sculptured legs were caressed by sheer white knee socks and the black Mary-Janes had just enough of a heel to show the seductive curve of her claves.

“I apologize, I am afraid the selection of western wear is quite limited in our war torn country Miss Hawthorn.”

As always Magabi seemed quite sincere in is concern for the young tawny copper hair beauty. He smiled to himself as she followed him like an innocent little lamb to the slaughter. At the end of the corridor two guards opened a double door and Aly was ushered into a room filled with very distinguished looking men and women. Though most were African there were some Arabs and Orientals in the assembled crowd. Magabi led Aly to a little podium in the center of the room.

“Please Miss Hawthorn mount the podium so all can see you, it will help them to identify with you in your quest for justice.”

Magabi’s voice was as smooth and dark as the richest chocolate as he led the trusting little beauty to the auction block. They were as usual flanked by two of his ever present body guard. She looked so very innocent as he smiled reassuringly down into Aly’s trusting soft eyes, before turning back to the crowd.

“Tonight Ladies and gentlemen we have before us a sweet young innocent young, journalist who has lost all her positions and her passport in a vicious attack. I fear with out them this sweet lamb is a stateless person with no government to protect her.”

There was an excited murmuring from the crowd as they pressed a little closer to the podium and Aly.

“What am I offered for this little copper haired goddess!”?

”₤1,000. pounds sterling?”

The auctioneer intoned as the bidding for Miss Alyanna Hawthorn had begun and Magabi’s two body guards quickly cut off Aly’s avenues of escape as the assembled men and women began to bid to see who would posses her.

 

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"I just didn't expect that this would be the only clothing that you could find for me. I had enough packed in my luggage, but I don't know where that went…I assumed you took it when you found me."

The General seemed nothing like the reports had made him out to be; on the contrary, he was kind and supportive of the Western when it came to addressing her and protecting her from even his staff. A hand slowly ran through her copper hair slowly, freshly washed and brushed every morning by women who lived in the compound. Her back and shoulders itched slightly where the burn still lingered, the skin peeling in the slightest now that the aloe had rubbed for too long against the white blouse of her "uniform". As she walked with the general, she stayed close to his side, terrified of being regarded as something horrible compared to those that stood around her dressed in fine attire and looking of a far higher class then her own. Teeth gnawed on her bottom lip as he moved to stand up on the small stage before her, carefully balancing in the blasted heels they provided for her. She hated them more then anything else and had more trouble walking in them then anything else--though she couldn't fathom why the small heel caused her so much grief.

The guards had become a daily part of her life, the general was rarely without them and she had found them positioned outside of her own door time and again to keep her safe. They provided her sole protection from the outside world and she wouldn't get onto their bad side. Aly tried to stay as still and calm as possible, looking from the general out to the crowd and back again, waiting for his cue to say or do something in order to help the wealthy group before her. As the words began, it felt as though the world slipped into slow motion.

She couldn't tell if she screamed or not as she tried to get off the stage, clawing at the guards who held her fast in place, the auctioneer continuing with the bidding and numbers as she felt something prick her arm. Alyanna kept trying to kick and fight as a heavy feeling flooded her system, her limbs feeling like lead as the sedative took effect and rendered her useless once more. She was sat on a chair atop the stage, in order for buyers to keep their eyes on the drugged and motionless Western.

 

[cgraven]

Magabi laughed as he saw the shock, horror and utter disbelief in Aly’s eyes as the firry little redhead slowly realized it has a Slave Market and she was the one being sold. His guards held the struggling young beauty, who clawed at the guards who held her fast in place, the auctioneer continuing with the bidding and numbers as she felt something prick her arm. Alyanna kept trying to kick and fight as a heavy feeling flooded her system, her limbs feeling like lead as the sedative took effect and rendered her pitiful little struggles useless once more. She was sat on a chair atop the stage. Magabi’s hands casually undid the school tie from around Aly’s slender neck. Soon Aly found her wrists bound tightly before her. A hook was clipped to the binding around her delicate wrist, a metallic clank harshly whispered in the background as the crowd watched the stunning young beauty’s hands being drawn above her pretty little tawny copper head. The higher her hands were drawn above her head the higher the price for Aly rose till it stood at, ₤ 4,000.00 pounds sterling and she was precariously balanced on her tip toes.

“Would you like a closer look at the merchandise?”

One of the guards pressed closed to Aly’s back and she could feel his rock hard cock pressed to the curve of her ass through their closing.

“Sergeant if you please!”

For each ₤ 100.00 pounds that the bid rose Aly could feel the helm of her little plaid skirt creeping up her long shapely legs till it barely covered the crotch of her panties. At the next bid the helm of her skirt was bunched around her trim little waist and the outline of her sweet little pussy was clearly visible through the sheer lacey panties she had been given to wear.


“Who will offer me ₤ 50.00 to strip this magnificent young beauty of her shoes and stocking?”

 

[dominatemesir]

There was nothing more that she could do, her entire body was heavy and it was nearly impossible to keep her eyes open. She could feel the guards prop her up in the chair, hands holding onto her shoulders firmly to keep her in place. However, there wasn't much more that she could do or say about the events taking place. Her head lulled back, eyes focusing briefly on the wall behind her before it was snapped back into place by a guard, a frown visible on his face for a split second before it disappeared from her vision.

The rough rope bit into her soft skin, already rubbing the skin red as she was moved around, hands lifted high above her head, body dragged to her feet as the chair was quickly pulled away. Once more her head lulled onto her chest, eyes fuzzy as she was stretched out for the men and women in the room. Her wrists burned as they supported the majority of her weight, but she couldn't even muster the ability to make a noise of protest about it, the sedatives cutting through her small frame. What did they expect of her at this point? She was nothing more then a puppet that they were able to manipulate and break in front of a crowd. She was trapped and nothing more then a human marionette.

As the guards slowly lifted her skirt, exposing the pale skin of her thigh, she tried to fight, her mind reeling as she felt the skirt raise higher and higher the price for her body also increased drastically. Apparently this was nothing more then a sale for her flesh to be used and abused however long it too for them to grow bored and kill her. Or sell her to another buyer for much less then she was worth now. It was useless, what life did she have left now? She was stateless and no one could even hear her internal screams.

 

[cgraven]

While one of the guard’s dark ebony fingers hiked Aly’s skirt up the other guard snapped her head back, his fingers skillfully braiding the hapless drugged young beauty’s tawny copper hair into a tight French braid so her sweet angelic face would not be hidden by her lustrous tawny silken mane.

The general had chosen a drug that would leave Aly incapable of offering any real resistance, and yet left her dimly aware of what was happening to her as if in a dream like state or in the case of this gorgeous young redhead her nightmare.

“Who will offer me ₤ 50.00 to strip this magnificent young beauty of her shoes and stocking?”

The guard let the gorgeous young beauty’s plaid skirt fall to once more hide her creamy ivory thighs from the view of the assembled bidders.

A wrinkled old dowager Madame eagerly bid ₤ 100.00 pounds sterling for the privilege of stripping the helpless young beauty of her shoes and stockings. She gingerly slipped Aly’s little Mary-Jane's pumps for her dainty feet. The weathered old back hands sensually slid up Aly’s shapely clave up under her plaid schoolgirl skirt to just brush the hapless beauty’s sweet little pussy through her scandalously transparent lacey little panties. The woman dragged her nails down Aly’s creamy white inner thigh to slowly seductively roll down her keen high stocking and then slowly pulled it from her dainty foot. The woman’s eyes met Aly’s as her hand began to sensually glide up Aly’s left calve. This time the bound little redhead new what she was in for yet was helpless to do anything about it.

Every blush every tear that trickled down Jayne’s flawless cheek drove the bid for her higher and higher.

“ What am I offered for the privilege of stripping our sweet young beauty’s blouse from her. “

There seemed to be a bidding war over the thoughts of getting their hands on Aly at a bargain price and her blouse was sold for ₤ 500.00 pounds. A leering Arab came to the podium his hot moist breath washed over Aly’s soft sweet stain skin he trailed his finger down the sensual bow of her slender neck till his finger rested on the first button of the Gorgeous little redhead’s blouse. With no more then a snap of his fingers the button slipped open, his fingers slipped to the second and third buttons of Aly’s blouse and they quickly parted. His hands were dark bronze against her pale creamy ivory skin. The Arab eased back the material of Aly’s blouse to expose the seductive curve of her breasts. He pressed his mouth to the cup of the little lacey bra as his lips captured her nipple.

Aly could feel him tugging her blouse from the waist band of her skirt. And he soon had the rest of the buttons open he shifted to the girl’s neglected nipple and suckled it through the lace of her bra. As he rose the man force fully ripped Aly's blouse from her and drugged young beauty lost her precarious tip toe balance and swung for several minutes from her wrist her moist little nipples clearly visible to the view of the bidders.