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 ï>¿Mediterranean Holiday. 

   I have just got back from my holiday to the southern shores of the
Mediterranean.  I went on one of those tourist things where you are
escorted, travel by coach and  see all the sights or at least those they
think are worth seeing.  It was only on the  last day that we were left
alone to poke about in the marketplace of the town.  Now I just had to
have a souvenir of my trip and started to look in the antiques  shops
deeper in the market.  Plenty of stuff with  -~Made in China -(TM) on the
bottom or   -~Original Artefacts -(TM) made from Plaster of Paris but I
was looking for something  truly original and after a long search I found
it, or to be more precise a pair of little  figures which would stand
nicely on the mantelpiece.  I blew nearly all my  remaining cash and
popped the figures neatly wrapped in tissue into my bag.  I  was told they
would bring me luck but unfortunately what sort of luck was not  specified
I just assumed it would be the good sort.  I was weaving my way through
the narrow streets back to the hotel when a car  pulled up alongside me
and a guy sprang out of the back door and grabbed me.  I  was shoved into
the back seat next to another guy who put his hand over my  mouth as the
door slammed and the car roared away.  Kidnapped?  Sold as a sex  slave?
Was I going to be held for ransom?  Who would pay?  My hands were 
handcuffed behind my back and a piece of that wide parcel tape was stuck
over  my eyes and another across my mouth.  The journey was short and
ended as the  car swung into a yard somewhere and I was shoved out and,
one guy to each  arm, hustled inside.  I was stood on a cold floor and my
arms released.   -~Ah, Jenny.  I am told you have been shopping for
antiquities, -(TM) said a voice in  English but with a discernible
accent.  The tape was torn from my mouth but not my eyes.   -~Only for
those on sale in the  market.  I have done no trading with thieves. -(TM)
My knees trembled as I stood there,  surely the police would not behave in
this manner?  I heard the contents of my bag being shaken onto a table.  
-~Two very nice little  figures, I see.  And original.  These have been
stolen from a tomb or nearby in the  sand, they should not have been sold
for export.  More scuffing noises as the  contents of my bag were sorted
out.   -~Nothing else here but I regret to say, Jenny, that you may have
concealed  something about your person, Strip her. -(TM)  Now with your
hands locked behind your back removing your clothes is just not  possible
but it soon became clear that I was not to undress myself.  Eager hands 
popped open the buttons on the front of my blouse and it was dragged from
my  shoulders and down my arms.  Thank goodness I had one of my more
granny  bras on that day, just to avoid too much attention from the
vendors in the market  to bouncing boobs.  Of course my blouse could not
be removed over the  handcuffs and ended up simply bundled against my
wrists.  Who was interrogating  me and who was doing the stripping I could
not see as that tape still covered my  eyes but I was only too aware of
the hands which undid the clasp of my bra,  eased the straps out of their
rings and dragged it off from my boobs.  I could feel  the hot breath of
the one doing the stripping on my back and the colder air  perking up my
nipples for their entertainment.  I stood there topless.  There was
certainly nothing concealed in the clothes they  had so far removed. 
Perhaps they could see they had arrested the wrong  woman?  Like heck ! 
My fear of what was happening to me grew.  I could do  nothing but remain
calm under the searching of these people.   -~Check she has nothing taped
under her arms or breasts, -(TM) said that cultured  voice.  Those hands
which had found difficulty in undoing my bra found no difficulty in 
sliding between my pinioned arms to reach deep into my armpits.  I somehow
felt  glad that I had shaved them free of hair only that morning.  I took
a deep breath to  prevent myself screaming or crying as the next stage of
the checks lifted each of  my breasts in turn.  I could not see but only
imagine the close, lascivious,  inspection they were receiving as they
were held up and out from my body.   -~Nothing. -(TM)   -~Very well,
-(TM) said that voice again,  -~Remove the rest of her clothing. -(TM)  It
was now only too clear that my idea of a strip search where I removed my 
clothing in the presence of another female was wrong.  My clothes were to
be  removed by another person and a male one at that.  My feet were
lifted and my sandals removed.  I could feel the chill of the stone  floor
seeping into the soles of my feet through my hold up stockings which I
had  worn to cooling air to reduce the dampness of perspiration between my
legs.  Was  I now becoming moist at the touch of those rough hands?  For a
time being my  stockings remained as the button on my skirt was undone and
then the zip slid  down.  My continuing protests that I had nothing hidden
about my body were  totally ineffective.   -~We shall soon see if that is
true, -(TM) said that voice again,  -~Men  hide things within themselves
and women can be doubly deceitful. -(TM)  I felt my skirt being dragged
down my legs and each foot in turn being lifted to  free it.  Other than
my blouse being obstructed by my handcuffs I was now naked  except for my
stockings and cotton knickers.  I felt certain they could see that 
nothing was concealed even in this rather extensive garment only to be
proved  wrong again.  Thumbs slipped under the elastic waist band and they
too were  dragged down, my feet lifted again and freed of my body.  I
stood there virtually  totally naked and trembling.  Perhaps they were
enjoying themselves too much to  leave even my stockings so those fingers
slid them down my legs pausing only as  they came into unnecessary contact
with my moist pussy lips.  Again they left me  and I was truly totally
naked.  I could not count my blouse as it was only covering  my wrists and
hands.  I stood there ashamed and blushing.  No way could I use my  hands
to cover myself.   -~I am sorry, -(TM) said that voice again but we must
be certain you have nothing hidden  within your body cavities.  They are
too frequently used by smugglers as a hiding  place for small artefacts.
Please relax and we will use ample lubricant to ensure  the search causes
you minimum discomfort. -(TM)  That -(TM)s blooming nice of you, I
thought, I provide the cavities you provide the  probing fingers.  Some
deal.   -~Use the rubber gloves as well, Abdul, -(TM) said the voice
again,  -~She does not want  your unwashed fingers inside her without
protection. -(TM)  I heard the gloves snap on and I was bent forward from
my waist so that my  boobs lay on the table and my bum was in the air.  I
could feel that cool breeze on  my labia and even more so as my feet were
eased wide apart and my bum  cheeks parted to join them.  I felt a finger
slide from my clit to my anus as the  slimy lubricant was smeared into my
slit.  I am sure my tormentors, if indeed the  owner of that voice had
come round the table to view my exposure, were enjoying  the view of a
foreign woman so fully exposed with my clit peeking out of its  covering
hood.  The fingers parted my labia and found their way into my vagina.  I 
can only describe my examination as a grope which seemed to last for hours
if  only for a minute of so in reality.   -~Nothing! -(TM)   -~Very
well, continue. -(TM)  More lubricant was spread between the cheeks of my
arse and a single finger  inveigled into my anus as deeply as it would go.
I could feel my muscle tense at  the unwanted intrusion.   -~Nothing.
-(TM)  I was allow to stand up again with a slippery feeling between my
labia and bum  cheeks.  That voice came again.   -~It would seem that
indeed you do have only the two  figurines which I have had examined and
which I am sorry to tell you are imitation  so you may take them home with
you as a momento of your visit.  I am sure you  understand how careful we
must be to ensure that no historic treasure leave the  country.  Dress
her. -(TM)  Pleased as I was that my horribly unpleasant examination was
over I was not  overjoyed that the two figures would always remind me of
ordeal at the hands of  these men.  It was certainly one of those things
that was unforgettable rather than  memorable.   -~Leave her underwear, I
will put it in her bag with the figures.  Just button her  blouse and put
on her skirt and sandals.  Then take her to her hotel. -(TM)  So I was to
be paraded braless and pantie less at my hotel amongst my other 
humiliations but at least I was to escape their clutches.  My skirt was
dragged  roughly up my legs and zipped and buttoned.  My blouse was eased
up my arms  and also had its buttons fastened if not tucked into my skirt.
Finally my feet were  slid into my sandals and I was escorted away still
blindfolded to the car.  A short drive again and the car screeched to a
halt.  My handcuffs were released  and, as I was shoved out of the car to
let it roar away my blindfold tape was torn  off.  I was blinded by the
bright sunlight but clutching my bag I staggered into the  hotel and
gasped at the clerk.   -~Quick, phone the police, Those men assaulted me
in the most degrading  manner. -(TM)  The surprised clerk looked at the
dishevelled woman before him.   -~But, Madam,  they were the police.
-(TM) 
   Jenny