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Barbaria1 said:
3. With hands cuffed to the bar over my head, I am helplessly bounced and tossed about in the rear of the battered red pickup truck as it careens through the streets of Kartomga City. People peer curiously from windows and doorways, while men run alongside jeering and hoping for a better look. A young good-looking white woman taken captive by the revolutionary authorities is noteworthy enough to draw a lot of attention. My captor stands tall and defiant behind the cab, striking a macho pose for the benefit of onlookers as we roar by.

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The truck pulls up abruptly in front of a low concrete-block structure. Men with automatic weapons guard the entrance. My wrists are uncuffed and I am helped down to the ground, where I am ordered to "put my hands behind my head and keep them there" before being escorted inside.'

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We enter and they march me to the far end of the building. It looks like an abandoned factory, long since stripped of its tools and machinery. The place is gray and dank smelling ... stark and forbidding with its worn concrete floor and naked steel girders overhead. Our footsteps echo weirdly off walls and ceiling.

Waiting for me seated behind a table is a giant of a man. He looks up at me expectantly and murmurs, "Well, well ... What do we have here?"

"An American whore, General. Her name is Barbara Moore," replies my captor, tossing my passport and camera on the table, and adding, "she claims to be a photo journalist, but I think she's a CIA spy. Her story about being here to promote tourism makes no sense if you look at the photos on her camera!"

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The "General" examines my passport, squints at my camera roll, grunts with dissatisfaction, and eyes me suspiciously. "Is this true?" he demands, scowling and slamming his fist on the table. "Are you a spy?"

"No. I am who I say I am. This is a false arrest. In fact, it's outrageous! You need to release me immediately. To whom am I speaking? I wish to report my mistreatment here to the proper authorities!"

"I am Matthias Mobuto, Supreme Commander of the Provisional Guard of the revolutionary government of the Republic of Kartomga!" he thunders. "I am the highest authority here. Your wish is denied!"

"But I am an American citizen. I have rights!"

"Not here you don't! Captain, search Ms. Moore for weapons and documents!"

I stand stone-faced, hands clasped behind my head, as the captain's meaty hands rip open my shirt ...

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... and continue to stand still as he removes my jeans with the eager assistance of one of the guards ...

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... who goes out of his way to pinch my tight little ass cheeks ...

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... while the Captain looks down the front of my kinis and paws my bare breasts.

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"Nothing! She's clean" they report.

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Scraping back his chair and rising ponderously to his feet, the General growls, "Let's not play games. I want answers NOW! Captain! String our little smart-ass American friend up and beat them out of her if need be!"

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Blimey! :eek:

General Mobutu makes even Gunner look weedy! :eek:

Cheer up, though, Barb. It's the end of ep 3 and you're still wearing something. Can this really be a Barb story? :confused: :p
 
Barbaria1 said:
3. With hands cuffed to the bar over my head, I am helplessly bounced and tossed about in the rear of the battered red pickup truck as it careens through the streets of Kartomga City. People peer curiously from windows and doorways, while men run alongside jeering and hoping for a better look. A young good-looking white woman taken captive by the revolutionary authorities is noteworthy enough to draw a lot of attention. My captor stands tall and defiant behind the cab, striking a macho pose for the benefit of onlookers as we roar by.

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The truck pulls up abruptly in front of a low concrete-block structure. Men with automatic weapons guard the entrance. My wrists are uncuffed and I am helped down to the ground, where I am ordered to "put my hands behind my head and keep them there" before being escorted inside.'

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We enter and they march me to the far end of the building. It looks like an abandoned factory, long since stripped of its tools and machinery. The place is gray and dank smelling ... stark and forbidding with its worn concrete floor and naked steel girders overhead. Our footsteps echo weirdly off walls and ceiling.

Waiting for me seated behind a table is a giant of a man. He looks up at me expectantly and murmurs, "Well, well ... What do we have here?"

"An American whore, General. Her name is Barbara Moore," replies my captor, tossing my passport and camera on the table, and adding, "she claims to be a photo journalist, but I think she's a CIA spy. Her story about being here to promote tourism makes no sense if you look at the photos on her camera!"

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The "General" examines my passport, squints at my camera roll, grunts with dissatisfaction, and eyes me suspiciously. "Is this true?" he demands, scowling and slamming his fist on the table. "Are you a spy?"

"No. I am who I say I am. This is a false arrest. In fact, it's outrageous! You need to release me immediately. To whom am I speaking? I wish to report my mistreatment here to the proper authorities!"

"I am Matthias Mobuto, Supreme Commander of the Provisional Guard of the revolutionary government of the Republic of Kartomga!" he thunders. "I am the highest authority here. Your wish is denied!"

"But I am an American citizen. I have rights!"

"Not here you don't! Captain, search Ms. Moore for weapons and documents!"

I stand stone-faced, hands clasped behind my head, as the captain's meaty hands rip open my shirt ...

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... and continue to stand still as he removes my jeans with the eager assistance of one of the guards ...

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... who goes out of his way to pinch my tight little ass cheeks ...

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... while the Captain looks down the front of my kinis and paws my bare breasts.

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"Nothing! She's clean" they report.

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Scraping back his chair and rising ponderously to his feet, the General growls, "Let's not play games. I want answers NOW! Captain! String our little smart-ass American friend up and beat them out of her if need be!"

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I had a feeling this wasn't going to go well for you Barb. I don't like the sound of those words "string our little smart-ass American friend up, and beat them out of her if need be":eek: ......and I think they mean it!:eek::eek::eek::eek:
Are you sure this assignment was worth taking?.....I sure hope they are paying you well:devil:
 
Well it took only 3 segments for Barb to flash her tits... We can only (with little) hope these assets along with her tight little will save her.

If I may suggest watch your tongue and treat your captors with great respect...
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Tree

...what am I thinking????:doh:
 
thehangingtree said:
Well it took only 3 segments for Barb to flash her tits... We can only (with little) hope these assets along with her tight little will save her.

If I may suggest watch your tongue and treat your captors with great respect...
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Tree

...what am I thinking????:doh:
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My mother said I never should ... :eek:
 
Wragg134 said:
Blimey! :eek:

General Mobutu makes even Gunner look weedy! :eek:

Cheer up, though, Barb. It's the end of ep 3 and you're still wearing something. Can this really be a Barb story? :confused: :p
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00028156.Little.Caprice.jpg what do you take me for, some kind of exhibitionist? :rolleyes:

messaline said:
Mmmmm ! Lucky guards ! Sometimes I wonder if I could be not to Kartomga and become one of them ...:rolleyes::devil:
After all, rebel women are existing in many world'countries ... :devil::devil:
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Even in a very special part of France ;)

Hondoboot2 said:
I had a feeling this wasn't going to go well for you Barb. I don't like the sound of those words "string our little smart-ass American friend up, and beat them out of her if need be":eek: ......and I think they mean it!:eek::eek::eek::eek:
Are you sure this assignment was worth taking?.....I sure hope they are paying you well:devil:
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95ec98e4a5ecaa3553e25a6d7feb0d41.jpg paying me well? Hmmmmm ... memo to Langley ... "Get me out of here and give me a raise!"
 
thehangingtree said:
"Bull, could you call your cousin in Kartomga City and see if you could help Barb out?" Tree asks.

"Fuck her, she wouldn't let me do her! She is on her own!" Gunner replies angrily.

This can't be good for Barb!!!

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2e49da13e7163a8cf2152119315c9fdb.jpg Gunner has done me enough already in other threads. You would think I'd have earned some credit by now! :mad:
 
thehangingtree said:
If I may suggest watch your tongue and treat your captors with great respect...
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in that situation, watching her teeth might be the priority :p

Ted Parry said:
I hope you haven't got your CIA contacts on speed dial .....
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Those CIA contacts are watching from their luxury suite,
pleased at how their African friends are defending the Free World
against interfering subversives ;)
 
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