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Lucy ,19, an Irish girl studying journalism was warned not to visit the strife torn Kashmir unguarded during her visit to India. The enthusiam of reporting 'from the spot' took better of her and she ventured into an unknown territory. Near Pahalgam as she and her indian friend Suchitra,21, were driving towards Shrinagar in their Maruti Gypsy a small boy waved them to stop.As soon as the vehicle had screeched to a halt they found it surrounded by ten masked men brandishing kalashnikovs....the leader was young man barely out of his teens....the girls were blindfolded and taken to a hideout.....
anyone willing to play Lucy and Suchitra..?
 
Lucy O'reilly was beautiful with long red wavy hair, bright green eyes, and fair skin. At 5'9 she was tall enough, though very thin at the waist, but very curvy with a an inverted heart shaped rear end and large breasts that couldn't be hidden. Being a westerner she had dressed in blue jeans and a white t-shirt. Her white bra was clearly visible through the t-shirt. She didn't agree with what the local women wore and as such disregarded the request for modesty from some of the local crew that had been working with her.

I'm 19 ... I'll do what I want she had told herself. She was used to getting her way at home.

It was an exciting adventure for the 19 year old journalism student to head off into the torn Kashmir region. Her parents and friends thought she was crazy to go off to some third world country to make a name for herself and to get some experience. But she knew her media reports would get her lots of visibility and attention. With her good looks, and pleasant shape, she'd be a darling on the local news and maybe even hit a few of the international shows. To get this type of draw, she needed to get into the heart of the conflict and take some risks. She was certain she could sweet talk the locals, and soon she'd have them eating from the palm of her hand as she interviewed them and then shared their stories with the world.

Her Indian friend Suchitra drove them towards towards Shrinagar in their Maruti. Lucy was naive and never considered the potential dangers as she pointed to the small Gypsy boy who waived them to a stop. Suchitra didn't seem so interested in stopping but Lucy assumed he was hurt or needing their help and with some soft words convinced a reluctant Suchitra to stop.

"Oh shit!" Lucy declared in desperation when suddenly ten masked men brandishing kalashnikovs surrounding their vehicle. She had no idea what they wanted or what was going to happen next.

"Okay... okay" Lucy spoke in English as they were hauled out of the vehicle in a rough fashion. She had no idea what they were yelling about but it scared the hell out of her.

"I'm a journalist..." Lucy had started to explain but a rough push from a man behind her had her toppled forward and then she was blindfolded and had her hands tied behind her back.

A young man, probably 18 or so, ordered the men about and in short order she was being marched away. Their car was stolen by the men and she could hear it being driven away.....

It's a long way back ... on foot... I'll reason with them.... Lucy naively decided.
 
This cant be true. This cant last long. Thought Lucy. She was blindfolded and was being taken on a rough winding path downhill. She could hear Suchitra sobbing nearby walking alongside her. Half an hour of walking and beads of perspiration began to be formed behind her earlobes. A drop of a sweat darted down her cleavage. She couldnt do anything as her hands were tied at the back. This was making her walking doubly difficult...
She could now sense they were in a small hamlet. A door was opened and she was pushed roughly in. Suchitra was probably taken to a different room. Somebody removed her blindfold and and sharp light hit her eyes. It took a moment before her eyes adjusted and she first time saw her captors clearly. The leader had removed his mask and there were two more of them in the room. She once again pleaded to have mercy on her and that she was a journalist. They had a hearty laugh and then the leader replied in chaste english " forget everything dear you are our property now." He turned and faced one of his men" Shabbir lets see what we have got today"..Shabbir went out of room came back in a second with a bucket full of water and before Lucy could understand what was it all about the water was hurled towards her. Her hands went up defensively but it was too late. The water hit her and she was all wet...head to toe. The white shirt clinged to her skin was almost a see through now. Her dark brown nipples could be seen crushing through the fabric now. ...They were almost thrushed out as her hands were tied at the back. A gasp went out of her lips and the men had a hearty laugh.....
 
Lucy didn't like the feeling of being helpless. She didn't like the fact that she couldn't see the men and that she was being taken against her will to some unknown location. She could sense she was on a path that was leading down somewhere - but she had no idea where and as they marched on and on she wasn't sure if they were marching far or simply in a circle. It was very disorienting and caused to her worry about which direction to run if she ever got the chance.

Lucy realized that her companion, Suchitra, was sobbing and sounded as if she was a dozen paces behind her. Over the next 30 minutes the two women were almost side by side. Lucy was burning up under the heat and her fair skin was now a bright sunburned red. It was painful. She was hot and very thirsty.

"I need water" Lucy bitched as the men continued to lead her as if she were some sort of beast. At times they pushed her from behind and at other times they shoved her around as if she was some sort of chattel.

Eventually, they entered some sort of habitat, and Lacy was pushed deep into a room. She realized that Suchitra was elsewhere in the structure as her sobbing seemed much further away. Lucy now regretted her choice of clothing as she expected the crude bandits were no doubt very interested in her garments and lack of modest.

After a few moments, rough hands forced her to the ground on her knees and then her blindfold was torn off. The room was brightly lit forcing Lucy to blink several to try to adjust to the light. There were several men in her room and slowly they removed their masks to expose their brown weatherbeaten faces. Some were old and others were very young men. To Lucy they all looked very foreign and confusing.

"I'm Irish.... I'm a journalist.... I'm here to put you on the news" Lucy explained but the men were none too pleased that she was speaking without their direct permission.

It was the young leader who spoke up in a hearty laughing voice:

"Forget everything dear ... you are our property now."

"Property? I'm no man's property!" Lucy let out in a thick Irish accent. Whenever she got angry the Irish in her returned with a passion.

The men just laughed at her outburst. Some of them had no idea what she said but her fiery spirit was obvious to all.

Lucy now worried about Suchitra. They might not be as kind to one of their own. At least Lucy was an international and she expected to be treated a lot better.

The leader spoke to one of his men:

"Shabbir lets see what we have got today"

Lucy had no idea what the men were up to.

When the man returned with a bucket of water, she was pleased they were finally going to give her something to drink.

"I could use a glass of water... It ..." Lucy started to go on but her words stopped mid-sentence as the man called Shabbir threw the bucket of icy water across her head, and it cascaded down her body. Her white t-shirt and white bra drenched by the cool water turned from white to transparent and thereby revealing the full glory of her huge breasts and big Irish nipples. The icy cold water made her nipples hard and they pushed against the fabric so they contour and size were most obvious.

Though Lucy wanted to cover herself, tied as she was, she couldn't.

The men were laughing and smiling. They were staring at her. She wondered if any of them had ever seen a white woman before.

"Look... This is not acceptable... I'm a lady... You can't treat me like this... I demand to be taken to the Irish Embassy....You had your fun... Now I insist you untie me.... My companion and I will be on our way... I want our car back!" Lucy spoke boldly as she failed to take into account they were not in Ireland and these men who surrounded her definitely didn't see her as some lady they needed to obey.
 
Lucy was shocked. She couldnt really comprehend the situation correctly. She was in an unknown territory kidnapped and she had absolutely no idea how was she going to get out of this and if she was going to get out this at all. Her mind was not responding. Was police aware..? Was there anybody who will know that they were missing? Will anybody find out..?
What these men were upto..? What are they talking amongst themselves? Suddenly the discussion turned into english. Some of them seemed to be educated. "500 from me for the night' said the bearded one. other one with those mean eyes said "600" "My God they are auctioning me like an object"..
thought lucy..." this cant be true"
Suddenly the bearded one said "let me see the wares i am buying boss" he winked at the leader" this is unfair i cant put my money on anything that i havent seen and touched" they all laughed loudly. The boss smiled "Go ahead who is stopping you?"
No No No..something split in her mind. Things were moving too fast for her mind to register them in proper order.
The bearded one moved swiftly towards her. she was helpless. Couldnt do a thing. His rough fingers brushed against her body. A croaking sound came out of her throat. He spanked open the front buttons of her shirt put a finger on the front hook of her bra and snapped it open....
..The white flesh of her full round breasts...with those large chestnut nipples were open for all to see...
a collective moan was heard in the room...
 
Lucy felt a growing ill ease as the men were staring at her breasts and body. She could sense a lustful look in their eyes and did not feel safe. Tied as she was, she would be helpless to defend against their advances. The situation had gone from very bad to terrible. She wished she had never come to this forsaken third world country with these wild uncivilized people running around with weapons and scaring people like herself.

She tried to figure out what was going on. She mentally asked herself:

What these men were up to? What are they talking amongst themselves about? Are they going to beat me or rape me? What do they gain by taking me as a captive? I'm no value to them... I'm a foreigner to their conflict.

As they began to speak English, Lucy tuned into. She was surprised that though the men all looked like poor peasants some of them actually spoke English to various degrees at least.

A bearded man, who looked like a goat herder to Lucy called out aggressively to the other men:

"500 from me for the night!'

Another of the bandits, a man with evil dark eyes, called out:

"600".

Lucy thought in outrage:

My God they are auctioning me like an object... for the night.... like some hooker or slave ... This can't be true Lucy realized.

The bearded man seemed annoyed at being outbid and declared:

"Let me see the wares I am buying boss ... This is unfair I cant put my money on anything that i haven't seen and touched!"

The men laughed. The leader of the group exercised his authority:

"Go ahead who is stopping you?"

No.. No... No![Lucy mentally protested. Things were moving too fast for her mind to register them in proper order. It was like slow motion as the bearded goat herder moved swiftly towards her. Tied and helpless, she gasped in outrage as the dirty little man used his rough fingers to brush against her young body.

She shivered in disgust and outrage to be treated in this fashion. She wanted to spit in his face but didn't want to risk humiliating him before the others. The last thing she wanted was a savage beating or to be canned or stoned.

A croaking sound came out of her throat:

"No!"

But it was too late for he ripped open the front of her white t-shirt and then skillfully put a finger on the front hook of her bra and snapped it open.

"No... no" Lucy further protested. This was outrageous!

Gravity and the gentle motion of her twisting body did the rest. Her strapless bra fell to the ground like a war prize. The beautiful white flesh of her full round breasts were perfectly lit and available for the men to view. Her large nipples were slowly becoming erect under the attention of the men and her own fears for her safety. Her breasts were huge and as she swayed her body even slightly they bounced and jiggled to the pure delight of the assembled men.

The men were happy and grinning. The entertainment was to their delight. Life could be hard and short, and right now life was pleasant and soft.

"Don't do this... please don't" Lucy pleaded with the men. She had no idea what was happening to her friend in another part of the shelter. She wondered if Suchitra was being stripped and raped. She hadn't heard any yelling or screaming. Then Lucy felt angry as she wondered if maybe Suchitra had been in on her kidnapping.

"My travelling companion - Suchitra... She can confirm... I'm Irish... A journalist" Lucy again tried to reason with them.
 
( Let me fill you with a little background information. Kashmir was part of British India an erstwhile princely state ruled by Raja Harisingh who was a Hindu but his subjects were mostly Muslims. When British left india in 1947 they partitioned the country into two independent nations India and Pakistan largely divided on the basis of religion of inhabitants who were either Hindus or Muslims for India and Pakistan respectively.All the princely states were given an option to either join India or Pakistan. Some of them wanted to become independent too but that wasnt allowed. Kashmir had a predominantly Muslim population and should have logically gone to Pakistan but unfortunately it had a Hindu King who after vacillating a lot decided to accede to India. Pakistan never accepted this. India and Pakistan have fought three wars over Kashmir. Part of the territory is with India and part is with Paksitan. They both maintain a line of control of troops but it is not accepted as international border.
Pakistan militarily can not win the war as India is a bigger and stronger country so their intelligence agencies support seccessionist elements in Kashmir across the LOC and supply them arms and ammunitions plus train them to carry out terrorist activities in Indian occupied area. These elements (there are many independent groups) are all muslims who are fighting a war they say to gain independence from india but basically they are pawns in the hands of officers of intelligence agencies across the border. Besides after the Afghanistan war is over some of Afgahni gorrilas have migrated to Kashmir where they say they are fighting jehad (holy war) against the hindus. They hate christians and they hate hindus.
Lucy as you know is a christian and her friend Suchitra is a hindu. They have been kidnapped to tell the world through media that kashmir is fighting a war of independence. In newspapers there was a story of a similar incidence where a leader of such a group spoke in an Irish accent in a tv intrview belonging to the area from which hails a girl who was kidnapped in kashmir 15 years ago and is still untraced. (this is a true story).
Let me tell you a little about Suchitra who belongs to a south indian conservative family. She has a brother and sister who live in south indian town of Trivandrum. She is religous, God fearing and doesnt even has a boyfriend not to talk of having had sex ever. In her family discussing sex is a taboo and none of the girls ever think about it before marriage. She met Lucy in a jouranalist seminar in Bombay from where they decided to go on an adventure trip to kashmir. ( Emily we would love if you can play suchitra plus we need some people to play terrorists)......for the time being this information is enough i shal fill in later.)

Suchitra was taken to a different room. She knew about these kidnappings. She knew that the chances of security ever getting any knowledge of where they were was very remote. She was taken to a room. There was a large table in the room...She was forced to lie on it...and her four limbs were tied to four corners of the table...she laid there thinking of what will happen of her mother...had she heeded to what her mother had told her.. she wouldnt have been in this situation.....
 
lucy was inconsolable. she was in terrible condition and she was worried more about her companion. she was crying but no sound was coming out of ehr throat and no tears flowing. is this a civilized world..?
these guys were treating her like an object. she was naked waist up and they were having an eyeful. she would have killed them all had she got a chance..
they got into huddle and discusssed something animatedly. then the two of her earliar tormentors returned to her and grinned viciously showing their yellow teeth. she knew what they were after. she hunched together her legs determined not to let them do anything to her..
but they were strong men. one held her up in air. the other fumbled with the buttons of her jeans and pulled it down along with her black panties to reveal her perfect white thighs...the red mass of her pubic hair thick and big stay exposed....he drew her clothes off and threw them on the floor..there was perfect silence in the room..
the leader turned and walked away. men followed him. she heard the bolt put in place...
she couldnt count the hours she remained in that room..unattended..no water and nothing to eat...her resolve to fight them seemed to be dissolving...
 
Lucy didt know how long had she been lying in that room alone talking to herself. She was cold, hungry and thirsty. She was in a daze and her mind had lost coherence. She thought she heard the bolt being moved. Footsteps approached her. Her naked body did not respond her mind refused to act. She remained still...
"Helllo can you hear me? I am Shabbir"
A sympathetic voice after a long time. She tried to turn her head. He brought his face closer. She could see him now. This was the leader, his young face filled wth compassion his eyes pleading.
"What do you want" words barely left her lips.
"I have brought a little water, something to eat and a blanket for you."
She couldnt believe what she was hearing. She looked up. His face was contorted but his eyes were assuring. Tears welled up in her eyes.
"Why" She asked.
" Look I dont believe in all this but I have no option. I studied in England once. I cant be soft with you in front of others. I am the leader here but there are others too. Bigger then us. I dont promise anything but I shall try to help you. Dont show anybody I talked to you. I shall come early in the morning to take these" He pointed towards the blaked and the utensils.....
He got up and left quickly. The bolt was put in place again..
 
I did not knew what was happening to Lucy, bu i was tied in a damp chamber on a bed type table, it was really cold, and more then the bonds, i was really worried about what might happen!, i had heard stories of what these brutual men did to ladies and never imagined i too might be trapped by one of these group, and at this moment i cursed my self for having agreed with Lucy to have come to Kashmir for adventure journalism
 
The vile men had ripped off her t-shirt and removed her bra forcing Lucy to protest and as she did her huge white breasts bounced around to the delight of her tormenters. She screamed and cried but it had no effect on the men. Lucy couldn't understand why the men were being so mean to her. She hadn't done anything to them. She had come to this poor region to share their story with the world. For all the risk she had taken somehow they were rewarding her not with kindness but pure evil.

"Bastards... Bloody bastards... Burn in hell!" Lucy hissed at them as she struggle to work her hands free. But that was a wasted effort for her hands were bound so tightly she only made the ropes cut into her flesh.

Normally, Lucy was against violence and killing. But today, after these bastards had treated her in such a humiliating fashion, she wished them all dead.

As the men laughed and pointed at her breasts and nipples, they stopped to huddle. It was a ridiculous exhibition for they spoke in a foreign tongue and she was clueless to what they were saying or even what they really wanted. The men spoke loudly and in an animated fashion as if strong words were being said.

When they left the huddle, two of her earlier tormentors returned to her and grinned viciously at her. She was scared of what they were planning next. In the back of her brain they realized that these Muslim men might just murder her for being a Christian. They might murder her just for being a foreigner. They might even murder her for their sense of her disrespect for muslim culture and the Koran.

The men were vile creatures unlike the clean and cultured Europeans or North Americans. Their teeth were yellow and stained. Their breath stank of cigarettes. The look in their eyes told her they wanted her body. She screamed at the top of her lungs trying to stop them. Tied as she it was hopeless. Though she hunched together her legs determined not to let them do anything to her, they used their strength to team up on her and as one man held her in the air, the other fumbled with the buttons of her tight fitting jeans.

Again she screamed but the two men didn't care in the least. She had expected them to slap her into silence but they didn't even bother. She sensed that she was nothing to them. They pulled off her jeans and her sexy black panties and tossed them aside. She squirmed and tried to kick them as she yelled at them. Her face was red in shame and humiliation as the men feasted their eyes on her perfect white thighs, the large mound red pubic hair thick between her shapely legs. One mam touched the small green shamrock that was tattooed on her rear end.

When she was released she backed up trying to protect herself as best she could. She figured that she would try to kick them if they came at her. But instead the men simply backed up and the room went deadly silent. The leader of the men walked out and she sensed he felt he had proven his point for his men left behind him.

In Lucy's mind he had proven nothing. Though naked and alone she was just angry and bubbling with hatred at the men. She worried at her friend. The metallic sound of a bolt being slid made her ealize that she wa sin fact a prisoner.

"Bastards!" Lucy shouted out now that the door was barred. She moved to the door and pressed her weight against it. It was solid and hard. She knew she couldn't break through it either easily or without a lot of noise. Lucy's mind went to getting dressed again and to escaping.

With her hands tied as they were, it was bruttally difficult to try to get back into the twisted jeans. Her t-shirt was a complete mess. She lacked the ability to coordinate putting the bra in the right place while re-fastening it. It was a torment to see the clothes but to be unable to dress herself.

Alone in the darkness of the room, she alternated her approach from yelling and screaming to long periods of silence. Her voice was hoarse from so much shouting and yelling. She was hungry and thirsty, but in her exhauted state fell asleep on the floor still tied. It was an awkward position and she realized that her hands were now numb.

Lucy didn't know if it was 6, 12 or 48 hours later when the sliding sound of the bolt being moved caused her to stir and awaken. She was cold, hungry and thirsty. For several hours earlier, she had been mumbling and rantingto herself as she had paced every inch of the room and tried to work out some plan for escape. Too tired, she had fallen back to the ground for another session of yelling, crying and then sleeping. She was so worried about her companion and what the thugs might be doing to teach her a lesson.

She was in a daze and her mind had lost coherence. She thought she heard the There was a flash of light from the door and then footsteps. She didn't bother to move for it would take too much effort and strength

A male voice with a funny foreign accent spoke in English:

"Helllo, can you hear me? I am Shabbir"

As Lucy turned her head to face the man, all she could see was the shadow of his face. He moved closer and now she realized it was the young man who had lead the others in the attack and overseen the abuse inflicted upon her.

It was strange as he seemed to speak with a certain compassion and pleading eyes.

Lucy was confused and halef expected that he would rape her right there and then. She was too tired to resist and too hungry to care. The thought of water raced through her brain.

"What do you want?" Lucy asked softlu as the words barely left her soft red lips.

The leader spoke softly and in an almost caring tone:

"I have brought a little water, something to eat and a blanket for you."

Lucy fought back the sensation to cry. But she doubted his motives and would have preferred to kick him as hard as she could in the balls. This was the bastard who had kidnapped them for no reason.

"Why me? Why now? What next" Lucy asked the young man as he moved water, food and the blanket closer to Lucy.

He explained in a lowered voice:

"Look I dont believe in all this but I have no option. I studied in England once. I can't be soft with you in front of others. I am the leader here but there are others too. Bigger than us. I don't promise anything but I shall try to help you. Don't show anybody I talked to you. I shall come early in the morning to take these."

She didn't belief him and certainly didn't trust him. She was expecting the young man to slap her, roll her over and then rape her.

Lucy considered trading her body for her freedom. She was so scared. The region seemed so foreign and barbarc. These people lived like animals. She now wondered about the stories of the locals fucking goats. These men were primitives and ignorant to the western world, culture and civilization she told herself. The man drifted away as quickly as she came and the bolt was returned to the locked position.

"Why did I ever come here?" she cursed aloud.
Moving to her knees, she moved her face to the food and devoured what she could as fast as possible. Though it was plain rice and probably a feast to some, it was delicious today for her. She drank from a bowl and used the blanket to get what warmth she could.

Lucy never heard the leader return for the bowl, plate or blanket. It was mid-morning the next day when she was roughly dragged from her cell and thrown outside into the bright sunlight. The heat was scorching and she felt faint and confused.

"Hook her up to the plow" one of the men spoke.
 
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meanwhile in other cell i was tied confused to the cold steel table, and then there was a spray of water on me as i was left wet and cold, and to my horror my dress became almost transparent as it got wet
 
Shabbir couldt sleep through out the night. He kept tossing on the bed. He was a freedom fighter not a not a small time crook. Kidnapping girls was not his cup of tea. Had they asked him to fight an Indian military contingent he would have happily died fighting them but their masters across the border were adamant to carry out this operation.
He remembered Lucy and her companinon were being followed since the time they landed on the Srinagar airport. Three of his trusted twenty men were after them since the last three days. It was decided to snatch them today on the lonely stretch of road. The operation went as smoothly as it can. Their orders were to make these girls miserable then call the tv crew and get an statement recorded on the video camera for the western media to appeal for their release. Then these girls were to be raped and killed and thrown in an indian army base. In the meantime these girls could be used for the pleasure of his men.
Shabbir was against killing innocent people but he knew he couldnt disobey oders from his superiors otherwise he wouldnt live to see another day. He will have to find some way of helping the girls but how?
His sleep was over as he heard a commotion outside. He looked outside and he saw Lucy being carried out in bright sunshine naked and was asked to be tied to a pole. Five of his men were there. They were all laughing. What were they upto..? The men were holding Lucy's naked body, fondling her, pressing her boobs, feeling her as they carried her. This was some sort of a game they were planning. But what..? What can he do? He got pang in his heart as Rauf his youngest comrade pinched Lucys nipple and she cried out in pain.
Second in command in the gang was Bashir. His cock was stirring since the time they had had this catch. While others were busy with Lucy he decided to pay a private little visit to Suchitra. This Indian beauty had his passion rising all these hours. He came inside and bolted the room from inside. The girl was asleep when he entered. He brought out a scissors from his pocket and started cutting her dress downwards statrting form her cleavage. She woke up instantaneously with a look of horror on her face. As he cut through the blouse and her bra her boobs flung open. Large black nipples with soft wheatish skin around..wow ..this is the way he likes them. He planted kiss on each of them...
He proceeded downwards. Cut open her slacks. Wow what thighs..He ran his fingers on them. Black curl of pubic hair was so smooth. He loved it too. Ran his fingers throug them. ......What a prize he thought...
 
did not know when i fell asleep but i soon woke back up and to my horror, this strange men was shredding my clothes using a scissors, and had soon got me naked, i was crying and begging him to have mercy on me, but he was enjoing it a bit too much, and to my horror, my entire body was soon on display to his eyes in entire nakedness, and there were tears in my eyes, but this was not enough and to my utter horror the men beant down and started to lick and kiss my nipples, as i lay helpless and defenceless tied to the bed
 
Lucy was angry as she was led naked like an animal to a pole outside in the hot sun. She could see the faces of the men. They looked angry, mean and determined. There was hatred in their eyes and Lucy didn't know why. Men were poking at her rear-end and at her breasts. It was humiliating! They were laughing and were now fondling her, pressing her boobs, and taking liberties with her body.

"Ouch" Lucy moaned out as one of the young terrorists pinched her nipple. For her complaint she received a slap across the face. One the men brought forward a plow. It was crude, made of wood with a metal cutting edge. There was harness and it was intended to be pulled by a horse, mule or ox.

"Oh no" Lucy cried out as their intention was obvious.

Though she struggled in protest, the men were quick to tie a bridle in her mouth, and then they harnessed her to the plow. The leather was tied tight to her face.
One of the men using a small wood switch slapped her ass causing Lucy to grunt out.

The men laughed as Lucy was then forced to start to plow a field.....
 
In the mean time my tormentor had shredded my clothes to pieces and was now fondling my body, and his each touch felt so humilating, that i wished i could die that very moment
 
Bashir was ecstatic. The perfect body of Suchitra was driving him mad. He touched her all over the body like a child who just got a candy. He squeezed the breasts gently and then rubbed the nipples. Then his fingers traced down to the navel and to the pubic hair. He put is fingers gently on her pussy lips and slowly parted them. The most private areas of his victims body were exposed to him.
Suchitra was crying hysterically. She was begging and pleading for mercy but it was all going into deaf ears.
He slowly explored greater depths. Suchitra's back arched. What unthinkable things this beast was doing to her. What will the mother think?
He parted her lips and gently rubbed the inner soft tissues
 
"Please have mercy on me, what wrong have i done to you?, why are you ruining my life?, please let me go please!" and i was begging and crying these words over and over, desperatly hoping that this man could show some mercy on me!
 
Lucy was ploughing the field like an animal and Shabbir was watching her from her room. He felt like a caged lion. His mind racing furiously to find a way to end all this. How to take her away from these animals without anybody knowing he was sympathising with her.
What has she thinking. He thought how helpless he was.
He runs downstairs. Shouts at his men as he reaches the ground. "what are you upto" He asks them.
"Well boss we are going punish this white skinned bitch for what her menfolk did to Iraq. We are going to put her up in the sun for the whole day and then we are going to enjoy her pussy one by one for the whole night."
"Assholes she is not from America" he mutters to himself but laughs overtly..
I will have to do something before the night falls..he thinks..
 
Lucy felt humiliated as she was naked and being forced to pull a farmer's plow.
Behind her she could hear yelling in a foreign language. She didn't know what to make of the situation and didn't understand why these men were so cruel to her.

These people live like peasants ... in crude huts... I don't understand why they would kidnap me and humiliate me in this fashion.... she thought as she pulled the plow.

OCC: Tushar = I'll let you decide what the men do to her.
 
Her tormentor was kissing suchitra at places nobody ever had access to. She was confused, perplexed why all this was happening to her.
Bashir was ecstatic. His dick was swelling now. He could feel the heat of the naked body lying helpless in front of her. This Hindu kafir bitch is going to please him today. He opened her pussy lips and looked at the pink tissues inside. Then licked it slowly. It tasted salty. Was the bitch throwing her pussy upwards to him? he asked himself or was he imagining.?
He licked her nipples, parted her asscheeks and looked at her asshole touched the skin there..licked the pussy. She was no more squirming now...It was good that she had accepted her fate.
He took his clothes off.....Looked at her face.....His dirty body was smelling like a rotten egg. The bitch will carry my child she will breed for me he thought to himself and smiled.
Hindus are kafirs. Killing and fighting them is service to allah. He will go to jannat (heaven). Hindus have done a lot of injustice to muslims in India. A Hindu bitch must be taught a lesson. His masters will be happy..
 
These men are animals united only by feeling of haterd against the white skinned. First Afghnistan then Iraq America has made all the muslims of the world its enemies thought Shabbir. Few of the men he commanded were old Taliban warriors who had to flee Afghanistan because of Americans. They had their chance of taking revenge against this white girl and the world will know that a war was on.
Shabbir thought hard. They were all tough men. Hardened skin red eyes long flowing beards senses as sharp as that of a tiger. All of them battle hardened. Will it be wise to take chances against these men? He will be finished the moment anything went wrong. His heart went out for the little white girl but mind was against trying anytihng foolhardy. He reasoned to himself the world was not going to change if he showed sympathy towards an unknown white girl. Then he remembered how his two brothers were killed in an encounter with the indian army. He was the third and the youngest in the family. He ran away from his house that day ,vowed to take revenge and went across the border to take arms training. His head thumped and his eyes burnt as he thought about the events of that day. That was three years ago when he was a small boy. Now here he was a battle hardened freedom fighter and leader of his group.
He washed away any soft feelings he had for her in his heart. He came to the middle of the ground. The men were cheering loudly some having animated discussions in kashmiri the local language but some of them could speak english too.
"hiya friends" the leader shouted " here is a treat for you. I give you a task. Run to that hillock touch the peak come back and the winner gets this white bitch american spy as a prize. But there is a catch he will have to fuck her in front of all of us."
The men cheered loudly. Some had already started for the peak.
Lucy half oepened her eyes. Thier eyes met for a while. Her eyes pleading. His heart started to melt. He looked the other way cursed himself for being so soft and hardened his face. Lucy felt he was a changed man not the one who came to her room last night.
"Pee , Sir I want to pee, I need to go to a restroom. Please Sir."
'Hah' He roared.'Restroom' He laughed aloud. The men cheered again.
Pee here front of all of us if you want to..
Lucy closed her eyes. somebody pushed her from behind urging her to move ahead. Her bladder was bursting. She couldnt hold on for long. Yellow fluid flowed through on her white thighs..taking away the drops of sweat with it. She felt the humiliation as the men cheered.
"You white bitch you are going to be punished for spying against the jehadis the holy warriors." He shouted again....
 
As the man tormented with my body i slowly resigned to the fate, and cried closing my eyes knowing now my fate is sealed, but the humilation was more then what i could imagine as this men explored most private of my body parts, licking and kissing all over my body, rubbing my sexual organs, i thought in disgust why he was doing all this and slowly when the humilation was all too much and the frustration build inside me to unbearable levels i cried at him and started abusing him calling him to try and take on a male if he is really powerful and why show his power to a woman, i in my rage infact called him he was no man but a enuch at which he was mad in rage
 
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