I was surprised when one of them helped me into the back of an old American deuce and a half Army truck. "A gift, from our C.I.A "patrons" when we fight your countrymen some time ago." the leader explained. A dead man lay in the back with another saying prayers over him. Two of them were shot, one badly. No one attended him.
"We came to your tent looking for real doctor. Too bad we find you instead." One of them said. I didn't say anything. "You have to pass for doctor, no? Anything you can do?" I looked over at the man. He was holding his right side under the ribcage. I thought hard back to Biology 101.
"He is shot through the liver. It would take a team of surgeons to save him in the best of situations and I learned only enough to fake it in war zones and shitholes to maintain cover. I suggest you say your goodbyes." I said as coldly as I could while my heart beat furiously.
"Very good." he said. "Cause I am doctor and you are absolutely correct. Ali will be in Paradise soon." he said as he stood up. The others looked away. "Let me just administer a sedative." I watched as he drew a 9MM pistol from his belt, pressed it to the man's head, and fired. "All better."
"Stay calm, Gwen. Stay calm..." I repeated to myself as he sat back down. They were all looking at me. 12 men. My bare shoulders, pulled back hair, and low-cut, tight tank top probably showed them more Western skin than these men had ever seen. I was painfully aware of how much my heavy breasts were swaying on the bumpy truckride. My puffy nipples pressed embarrassingly forward, perfectly outlined under the thin material. They made no attempts to hide the fact that they were all staring at my chest or legs. My mind wandered into dark places imagining what they might do to me, these rugged cave-dwelling savages forcing my legs apart, penetrating me over and over, making me drink their cum...
The rest of the ride was made in silence. I couldn't tell if I'd be in the truck for minutes or hours when it started through the upward slope of the mountains. I cursed myself for not studying the geography more. I only hoped Safi had seen the way we had came.
Finally after what seemed like forever, we stopped. I looked around as the men stood up. "Come". the "Doctor" said. I took his offered hand and felt surprisingly smooth and soft skin. His fingernails were immaculately maintained, and I realized his clothing was clean and ironed. He may be a doctor after all. I was helped out of the truck and realized immediately I was at the entrance to a cave. My spirits sank immediately.
"Don't look so disappointed. Just for tonight." he said as he walked inside. I looked around. Nothing but mountains, sky, and open land for as far as the eye could see, and I could see very, very far. I sighed, and followed him into the cave. All of the men were standing there. I didn't see a door, or hole or anything. Just a big cave.
"Um, Doctor, are we staying here? Will we have cots?" I asked, still using the Russian accent. He turned with a warm smile on his face.
"First off, only you are staying here. And you aren't KGB. Our man inside informed us that you were coming, Gwen. We know you are reporter. So we will give you something to report." I gasped, and backed up right into a tall wall of Arabic muscle. His massive, calloused hands wrapped around my exposed arms. The "doctor" stepped forward and came very close to me. I begged with my eyes.
"Please..." I said. "Please don't...." was all I got out before he ripped my top open, exposing my breasts to the men in the cave. He looked down and chuckled.
"Your nipples are rock hard. I can see your legs scissoring together. I don't have to be a doctor to know what a slut of a whore you are." He took my heavy breasts into his hands, and kneeded them together. I turned my head, blushing. Did I really set myself up for this? How was I going to make it out alive? |