AMAZON BOUND and other stories

By

Martin Hughes

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TERRORIST KIDNAP

It was a normal, quiet suburban street in Kent, the Garden of England: a Normal, quiet suburban house on a normal day. Inside, four housewives, ‘English Rebeccas’, good looking and ranging in age from between mid-twenties to mid-thirties were chatting whilst their husbands discovered some cans of lager in the fridge in the garage.

            Rebecca went to answer the door and came back a few moments later, ashen, her hands clasped behind her head, followed into the room by a Negress with a gun!

            Linda, Ellen and Laura gasped in horror as the black girl pushed Rebecca stumbling beside them and brandished the gun at all three. "What..?", began Linda and Laura.

            "Shut up c--ts", hissed the Negress, all of you stand up, hands on head, quickly."

            Immediately, their faces white with shock they stood there trembling as ordered before the intruder.

            Another dark woman and an Arab youth came into the room also carrying guns.

            "Names...give me your names quickly," snapped the Arab to the three women, jabbing Rebecca with the butt of his gun.

            "Rebecca", said the trembling captive through dry mouth.

            "Full names, all of you," said the Arab impatiently.

            "Rebecca, Pierce."

            "L.. Linda Western."

            "Ellen Hughes."

            "Laura West."

            Whispered the four women.

            "OK where are your husbands?" snarled a Negress.

            "In… in the garage," responded Rebecca.

            "Right you", said the Negress grabbing one of Rebecca's raised arms come with me to the back door and call them in here."  Concealed behind the open back door she pressed her gun into her waist, "Tell them to come in for a moment, and make it convincing or else."

            "Dean, Patrick, Martin", said Rebecca in a weak voice, "Can you come in a minute please."

            When she heard a response from the men the woman viciously grabbed her elbow and dragged her stumbling back into the lounge.

            Rebecca's eyes opened wider in alarm as she saw that Laura, Ellen and Linda had by then been made to remove their skirts, blouses, jeans etc and were standing rigid, hands on head, legs splayed before the grinning Arab and other Negress.

            "Your friend's a f—king tart, look at it, red underwear, what a slut," said the Negress prodding Linda who blushed crimson, "We'll search you too", said the Negress to her, "Get your hands up again."  Feeling sick she raised her hands to reluctantly allow the intimidating Negress ran her hands over her breasts, down to her hips, it was awful, vile.  But worse, the rough black hands then tugged her tracksuit bottoms down to her knees exposing her pale pants. The woman's hands slid over Rebecca's bottom, patting them, grinning.  "Get the f___ing tracksuit off, hands on your head and spread the legs."

            As Rebecca pulled it off she was aware of the red slap mark on Linda's face where, presumably, she had protested at the indignity. Now the Negress and Arab were running their hands freely over Linda, Laura and Ellen's bodies clad only in bra and pants.  Rebecca hesitated, hands covering her breasts as the Negress searched her tracksuit then she received a teeth rattling slap round the face from the Negress.

            "Hands on your f___ing head, spread the legs, now you ‘aint got nothing we not seen before –only probably, better," they laughed cruelly.   

            Dean, Patrick and Martin were shocked at the scene greeting them. Laura, Linda, Rebecca and Ellen standing in just their bra and pants, hands on heads legs wide before the armed intruders.  Before they could collect their thoughts a gun was jabbed into their backs and a fourth member of the gang, a Negro, pushed them into the room.

            "You bastards, don't even think about resisting, get your f___ing hands on your heads."

            "What do you w...?"

            Whack!

             Dean was doubled up with a fist in his stomach as Pete and Martin hesitantly raised their hands trying to make sense of the situation.

            "Give me your names, quickly", snapped the Arab to the three men.

            After providing their names the Negro told the men also to strip. "Now," he emphasised waving his gun at all the captives.  With fumbling fingers Martin pulled off his tee shirt, the Negro snatched it and after quickly checking it dropped it on the floor. Martin's jeans came next and as he stood in underpants and socks one of the Negresses put his hands on his head, slapping his buttocks until he had spread his legs to her satisfaction, whilst the Negro went through his pockets.

            "Just take anything, it’s yours,", said Patrick as he was positioned whilst his clothes were searched.

            "Take anything but let us go, please, “ Pete implored too,”  ugghhhh, " a fist crashed into his face sending him reeling until rough hands hauled him to his previous hands on heads legs spread posture.  Linda's scream at her husband’s brutal treatment was silenced by the Negress slapping her face again.

            "Shut it, just do exactly as you're told," said the Arab. "let’s see what we have then."

            He looked at the seven silent captives, each in their underwear, hands on head, with wide frightened eyes and red faces. "Yes, I think you'll do.  Most of you'll be coming with us."

            "Why, what, take anything, aaaaahhh," began Dean but a Negress shoved her gun under his chin and cupped his manhood in a light grasp causing him to wince. 

            In low menacing tones she told her fearful audience that they were now prisoners of the terrorist gang featured in the national news, some members of which were about to stand trial.  Rebecca began to sob when the terrorist told them that some of them would be held in exchange for the safe release of their comrades on trial.

            “We need money to finance our operations, where’s your valuables bitch?”

            “Up-upstairs,” Rebecca whispered through a fear-dry mouth.

            "Right you", said a Negress grabbing her arm and hissing inches from her frightened face. " Lead on upstairs and show me the goodies, keep your hands on your head the whole f—king time and if you even think about trying anything I'll know, then you and hubby down here will be history."  With a hand on the small of her back she pushed Rebecca from the room and slapped her bottom as she ushered her up the stairs.

            In the lounge the Arab had ordered Ellen, Patrick, Linda and Martin to spread-eagle against the wall, kicking their legs wider until he was satisfied with their vulnerable pose.  Then he turned to Dean and Laura.

            "You two, get the rest of those things off. I want you take each other's things off, hurry."  When they hesitated he grabbed Laura's chin in a powerful hand. "Strip him, girl...now", he shouted so they both flinched.

            Immediately Laura reached down to Dean's pants, hooking her fingers in the waistband and pulling them down.  His organ became semi-erect at her touch as she slid them off his legs.

            "Now get hers off."

            Laura had to stand shamefaced hands on head as Dean's hands fumbled with the clasp of her bra, finally removing it so her soft breasts spilled out, nipples hardening.  Dean looked briefly up at the Arab and he merely nodded, so Dean slipped his hands into the waist band of Laura's panties.  A brief look of apology to Laura and he pulled them down and off.  He’d often dreamed of undressing his wife’s friend – but not like this.

            "Hmm," said the Arab appraisingly.  He put his hands on Laura's waist, then knocked her hands away from her body. "Get ‘em back on your head I want to see it all girl."

            Laura's body shook with sobs as the Arab's hands turned her body slowly round, patting her boobs and bottom with full licence, until she once again faced him.

            "Good, very good," he muttered.

            "Now, you", he stabbed his fingers at Laura, we need a gag, stuff your pants in his mouth, right in." Dean had to open his mouth wide as Laura pushed her still-warm pants into his mouth, the Arab then produced some sticky tape to hold his mouth closed.

            "Now you, get yours into her mouth."

With a look of distaste, Laura had to take all of Dean's pants into her mouth and her lips were sealed with tape. Both now stood naked, hands on head, cheeks bulging.  

            In spite of his own predicament Dean couldn't help but be aware of his friend's wife naked beside him, his organ became semi erect. There was a crash from upstairs and his eyes flicked upwards wondering what was happening to his wife, Rebecca, with the Negress.  Leaving the other Negress to watch over the four spread-eagled captives the Negro came over to Dean and Laura.

            "Da girl's got nice tits", he said leering at Laura's breasts and pinching one of her nipples till she cried out. Laura had to endure the taunts of the black terrorist, younger than herself, and his mauling hands squeezing and mashing her breasts till she cried. Her eyes briefly flared with hate and she was about to strike out but, catching the look she reined in her temper and concentrated on her feelings of terror and shame.  The man simply twirled his gun and leered at her.