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Reader please note: this tale is from a time before the internet, closed circuit cameras and DNA, a simple time when…. Well, read on.
They made an unlikely couple. Not a couple at all, in fact, but just two fellow travellers whose journeys had converged. She an anthropologist in her mid thirties; he a businessman in his sixties. Both British, and both far from home, they had naturally found themselves in conversation, united by their common language and their shared heritage as they landed at an obscure airport, she to journey on foot in the furtherance of her research into the native tribes; he simply to catch a connecting flight to his next destination. And here, so they thought, their journeys would diverge.
As Europeans, they stood out among the smattering of people walking into the shack that passed for an arrivals lounge, having collected their own luggage from the side of the airplane on the tarmac. And as the only travellers with foreign passports, the airport had more or less emptied before they had even started going through the procedures that would almost inevitably involve bribes just to be admitted to this country with its strange and barbaric past. In fact it was that past that she had come to explore, to find out for herself how much was legend and how much was the truth. He, on the other hand, was due to stay overnight and catch another aircraft the next morning.
All seemed well as they approached separate desks, each staffed by a burly official in what passed, one supposed, for a uniform. They looked up suspiciously and reached for the passports, looked them up and down, picked up the passports and threw them into the fireplace at the side of the room. The two visitors looked at each other and at the
Between them, they realized they were being accused of spying, of arriving in their country under false pretences, and they weren’t interested in listening to any explanations. Any truth was the truth they chose to believe. The man reached for his wallet, to offer some ‘lubrication’ to the process. The wallet was snatched from his hands, thrown into a drawer and the shouting intensified.
A third official, more senior in appearance, came into the shed and shouted an instruction to them, in English, to strip, as the other two opened their luggage and tipped it onto the floor. They started to protest about their passports but he sdmiled and said, in poor English that they wouldn’t be needing them again and, in fact, of course they had never been to this airport so why would tghey think they had lost their passports there? And laughed. What these people wanted was unclear, but since all three of them had guns in holsters, the visitors realized they had better at least show signs of complying, and slowly, with automatic modesty, turning from each other as they removed their clothes, a layer at a time. They were told to face the front and did so, embarrassed and red faced as they slowly obeyed. The officer in charge lost patience and barked an instruction. The other officers stepped forward and both found themselves handcuffed behind their backs. Knives appeared and their clothes were sliced off, her blouse bursting open, allowing her generous but unsupported breasts to bounce and sway into view, much to the pleasure of the officers, as they ripped her knickers, revealing her to be in a totally natural state as befits an explorer, arms, legs, her belly, her wild bush, all natural and untamed, her long hair tumbling down her shoulders. The officers had never seen a woman in such a natural, animal state, and the sight of her, that dark hair contrasting with her pale skin, inflamed their lust. Even the man, now stripped to his y fronts, had an erection, which to his discomfort was immediately revealed as they sliced his pants off, leaving him, too, naked.
Another barked instruction. Their handcuffs were released, and they thought their ordeal might be coming to an end, as, despite the best endeavours of their captors, nothing untoward had been found on their bodies or in their possessions. But no, they were taken by the wrist and led through a doorway into another room, and positioned facing each other, body to body, their faces level with ech other as they were much the same height. Their wrists were cuffed together, his left to her right, and vice versa, and chains were lowered from the ceiling, attached to the cuffs on either side and roughly pulled sharply upwards, jerking their arms upwards and gravity pulling their bodies closed together. They made an unlikely couple, he with his erect penis digging into her belly, she with her ample breasts squashed into his chest, an unwilling mockery of sexual intercourse. The men laughed, walking round them, slapping, exploring, probing. And then a whip was produced, and a totally unwarranted punishment commenced, the lashes tearing at the backs, at their thighs, ripping into their tender buttocks, until both were screaming and both had lines of blood trailing down them.
The chains were released suddenly and they feel to the floor, still cuffed together in a semi-stupor. Partially revived by a bucket of cold dirty water thrown over them, they were dragged to their feet, the cuffs removed and replaced with shackles round their wrists and ankles and heavy rusty iron collars round their necks and led away, stumbling, falling, crawling, dragged, back on their feet, through trees to a clearing. In the centre, a crudely constructed cross, and on the cross, the putrefying flesh of a semi-skeletal female hanging there, the skull grinning at them through its sightless eyes.
They looked at each other in horror. He vomited, desperate to look away but unable to do so, she voiding her bowels and urinating, such was the shock and the realization of helplessness and that the journey was a one-way trip and it was nearing its end.
(To be continued? Or not?)
They made an unlikely couple. Not a couple at all, in fact, but just two fellow travellers whose journeys had converged. She an anthropologist in her mid thirties; he a businessman in his sixties. Both British, and both far from home, they had naturally found themselves in conversation, united by their common language and their shared heritage as they landed at an obscure airport, she to journey on foot in the furtherance of her research into the native tribes; he simply to catch a connecting flight to his next destination. And here, so they thought, their journeys would diverge.
As Europeans, they stood out among the smattering of people walking into the shack that passed for an arrivals lounge, having collected their own luggage from the side of the airplane on the tarmac. And as the only travellers with foreign passports, the airport had more or less emptied before they had even started going through the procedures that would almost inevitably involve bribes just to be admitted to this country with its strange and barbaric past. In fact it was that past that she had come to explore, to find out for herself how much was legend and how much was the truth. He, on the other hand, was due to stay overnight and catch another aircraft the next morning.
All seemed well as they approached separate desks, each staffed by a burly official in what passed, one supposed, for a uniform. They looked up suspiciously and reached for the passports, looked them up and down, picked up the passports and threw them into the fireplace at the side of the room. The two visitors looked at each other and at the
Between them, they realized they were being accused of spying, of arriving in their country under false pretences, and they weren’t interested in listening to any explanations. Any truth was the truth they chose to believe. The man reached for his wallet, to offer some ‘lubrication’ to the process. The wallet was snatched from his hands, thrown into a drawer and the shouting intensified.
A third official, more senior in appearance, came into the shed and shouted an instruction to them, in English, to strip, as the other two opened their luggage and tipped it onto the floor. They started to protest about their passports but he sdmiled and said, in poor English that they wouldn’t be needing them again and, in fact, of course they had never been to this airport so why would tghey think they had lost their passports there? And laughed. What these people wanted was unclear, but since all three of them had guns in holsters, the visitors realized they had better at least show signs of complying, and slowly, with automatic modesty, turning from each other as they removed their clothes, a layer at a time. They were told to face the front and did so, embarrassed and red faced as they slowly obeyed. The officer in charge lost patience and barked an instruction. The other officers stepped forward and both found themselves handcuffed behind their backs. Knives appeared and their clothes were sliced off, her blouse bursting open, allowing her generous but unsupported breasts to bounce and sway into view, much to the pleasure of the officers, as they ripped her knickers, revealing her to be in a totally natural state as befits an explorer, arms, legs, her belly, her wild bush, all natural and untamed, her long hair tumbling down her shoulders. The officers had never seen a woman in such a natural, animal state, and the sight of her, that dark hair contrasting with her pale skin, inflamed their lust. Even the man, now stripped to his y fronts, had an erection, which to his discomfort was immediately revealed as they sliced his pants off, leaving him, too, naked.
Another barked instruction. Their handcuffs were released, and they thought their ordeal might be coming to an end, as, despite the best endeavours of their captors, nothing untoward had been found on their bodies or in their possessions. But no, they were taken by the wrist and led through a doorway into another room, and positioned facing each other, body to body, their faces level with ech other as they were much the same height. Their wrists were cuffed together, his left to her right, and vice versa, and chains were lowered from the ceiling, attached to the cuffs on either side and roughly pulled sharply upwards, jerking their arms upwards and gravity pulling their bodies closed together. They made an unlikely couple, he with his erect penis digging into her belly, she with her ample breasts squashed into his chest, an unwilling mockery of sexual intercourse. The men laughed, walking round them, slapping, exploring, probing. And then a whip was produced, and a totally unwarranted punishment commenced, the lashes tearing at the backs, at their thighs, ripping into their tender buttocks, until both were screaming and both had lines of blood trailing down them.
The chains were released suddenly and they feel to the floor, still cuffed together in a semi-stupor. Partially revived by a bucket of cold dirty water thrown over them, they were dragged to their feet, the cuffs removed and replaced with shackles round their wrists and ankles and heavy rusty iron collars round their necks and led away, stumbling, falling, crawling, dragged, back on their feet, through trees to a clearing. In the centre, a crudely constructed cross, and on the cross, the putrefying flesh of a semi-skeletal female hanging there, the skull grinning at them through its sightless eyes.
They looked at each other in horror. He vomited, desperate to look away but unable to do so, she voiding her bowels and urinating, such was the shock and the realization of helplessness and that the journey was a one-way trip and it was nearing its end.
(To be continued? Or not?)
