General Erotica
Male Dom - M/F Bondage/BDSM and Romance
Published
01 / 2008
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SYNOPSIS
Sisters Elizabeth and Jane had traveled to Somalia on a mission of aid. When local warlord Keenadiid orders a raid on their hospital for medical supplies he decides to abduct the nuns as well. Unfortunately for the bandit General, Sister Elizabeth’s father is retired SAS officer. A man who has no intention of remaining helpless while his daughter is defiled. Thus began an ordeal that has become all too common in these days of terror abroad.
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EXTRACT
From the moment they had been seized the young nuns were filled with terror. The Sisters
Elizabeth and Jane had only recently arrived from England and their knowledge of the
language was minimal. They understood virtually nothing the gunmen barked at them and
consequently they were moved along by rough shoves and slaps.
They had been forced up into the back of an open truck where more armed and leering thugs
were waiting. As the truck made its way through the warren of Mogadishu back streets there
was no attempt to conceal the two nuns. To the contrary, they were pointed at with much
laughter. It was as if the thugs were saying ‘Look what we have!’ and the people in the
streets waved back, laughing along with the gunmen and jeering at the captive nuns.
Sisters Elizabeth and Jane saw hopelessly that there would be no intervention from the
very populace they had come to Somalia to help.
The truck pulled up before a rundown building on the outskirts of the city. The women
were hauled out and unceremoniously hustled inside. They were shoved into an empty,
windowless room. One of the men came forward to roughly grab and lift the hem of Sister
Jane’s habit. She stood shaking and quivering as the man leered at her long ivory toned
legs. He reached a dirty hand down and roughly squeezed her thinly clad sex.
Sister Elizabeth was trying to be braver than her weeping friend but she was sure that
they were both about to be raped. Before anything further could happen though, another of
the gunmen stepped forward and barked an order. Reluctantly the first man let go of the
fabric in his fist and angrily stalked from the room.
Their savior of the moment wheeled and followed the first man out. The door slammed
behind him. There was the sound of a key in the lock and then a silence that Sister Jane
immediately broke with a fresh burst of sobbing. Although older by two years Sister Jane
had become far more emotionally disturbed by the violence that had engulfed them.
Despite the room’s blackness, Sister Elizabeth found her distraught friend and held her
comfortingly.
“We must pray, Sister.” She told her trembling companion.
Elizabeth wanted their prayers to assure Sister Jane that all would be well if they held
onto their faith but she knew in her heart that they were in mortal danger. Not only might
they be murdered but she fully expected that they would have to endure a time of living
hell before they were released to rest in heaven.
