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(Tara is a successful Foreign Correspondent in Kabul. She experienced some near death experiences and now is living life to the fullest, freed of many of her inhibitions. While engaged in a four-way with special-ops friends she receives a call to cover a braking story in Yemen. She flies to Italy for a one day hookup with her best friend Carla and is now flying to Yemen to cover a revolution there.)
Yemen is like so many places Tara had reported from, hot, dusty, dangerous and very exciting.
Clearing the airport, the Network staff wanted to have meetings but Tara wanted to get out on the streets where the action is. “The government may fall and we have to be out on the streets.” Tara let the Network bosses know in no uncertain terms. She pleaded with them to no avail. They would have meetings at the hotel and get to work the next day.
Tara hated the delay but she knew the rules. Everyone had to meet, devise strategies and learn protocols for every eventuality. By the time the meetings were over Tara had to admit she was beat, there would be no reporting tonite except for a short fluff piece, “Reporting today from Yemen…. Blah, Blah, with some background material.”
The hotel was an old elegant building from colonial days. Walking around, she laughed to her-self thinking she could run into Bogart and Bacall or Gable and Lombard. Tara had always fancied herself like Lombard, the girl who got the man she wanted, the guy every girl wanted. Yes, her death was tragic and early but she was helping her country and what a life she lived, live today to the fullest. Thinking of Lombard’s death reminded of her own near death experience.
Tara ate alone, she liked to take the time to relax and catch up on her thoughts of events that were unfolding. After dinner she took a seat in nook off the main lobby to catch up on reading dispatches she had received at the meeting. The lobby was so neat, it was an antique and one could easily imagine they were back in the 30’s. There were marble floors and grand chandeliers classic paintings and statutes.” It was fun to sit off to the side and watch the people walk by, imaging a story for each. After a while, predictably, a man sat across from her, very handsome, hot, a keeper for sure.
“Hello, my name is Karl.”
“HI, my name is Carole.”………………………………………………..
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Tara woke with a call from Carla.
“Tara, how are you, I am so worried, I see these reports of violence in Yemen.”
“I am not even out on the street yet, getting ready but the bureauocracy at the network moves slowly.”
“Ok, well tell me what you have been doing.”
“Well I met a man at the hotel…………………..”
“And you were playing the part of Carole Lombard???” “Was he like Gable?”
“Yes in a very European way. You will not believe where he is from!”
“He is Austrian, from Baden bei Wien.”
“OMG, Tara, do you remember Maria’s Guest House.”
How could I forget!! “Ah My little girl’s, ready for dinner?” Tara imitated Maria who had run a guesthouse when a young Tara and Carla had backpacked through Europe. They had spent a week at the town of Baden near Vienna where they lodged at a guesthouse run by Maria.
“Tara, we lived on Maria’s dumplings, if we had stayed another week, our figures would never have recovered.”
“I know but how her smile would make our day.”
Carla’s voice started to crack a little. “Yes, she would always have a fresh cut flower for us, for her little Misses.”
“Tara back to last night, what happened?”
“After talking in the lobby we went up to my suite. I changed into a bath robe and he opened a bottle of wine.”
Ding, ding, ding. “Carla, gotta go, just got a text, meeting starts in a few.”
“Tara!!!!!” “Sorry Carla, meeting is set to start, Love you.” “Damn!! Tara, Love You.”
The Breakfast meeting was not too early. Tara thought it was funny but demonstrators never started early. She figured few of them worked so they were not used to getting up too much before noon. Anyway it was good for her, after her romp with the tall dark Austrian she had time to sleep. Tara in the meeting, laughed out loud thinking of the night.
“Tara, you are in good mood.”
“Looking forward to the day Boss.”
“We have to be careful out there today Tara, you have to be very cautious.”
Tara met with her team at government square. There were camera men, security, and communications.
Moving out into the square the action was all that Tara had hoped for. The police had left the square and the central town area. People were everywhere, flags were flying, and the crowd was celebrating. Tara made several reports and then started interviews. As the day got later the crowds became larger and wilder.
The excitement was over whelming, it was so easy to be caught up in the moment, and Revolution was in the air.
Men pushed in closer, drawn by beautiful blonde woman, a westerner among them. The crush of the crowd became greater. Alarmed Tara’s security team wanted to pull out of the square. “No we have to stay this is where the news is.” Tara loved the excitement and closed her mind to the dangers swirling around her.
History was being made and she wanted to be there, to capture as much as she could, to be part of it.
The crowd pushed tighter and tighter. Tara’s group became alarmed and she agreed they had to make their way out of the square. Tara was pushed and shoved; she felt hands reaching out to her body. It was something she had become used to in this part of the world but the mass of people began to worry her more. It was slow going as people were packed tight. Suddenly their way was blocked by a surge of people. Tara was swept away by the crowds; she was pushed along away from her crew. She now realized her danger but it was too late. She tried desperately to rejoin her group. She could see them trying to get to her. Then in a moment they were out of sight.
More men started to realize who was in the crowd with them. A hand groped her breast, then her ass. Hands began groped every part of her body. She felt hands on her butt, between her legs on her breasts. Big men were pushing her further away from her comrades. Screaming for help Tara realized it was too late.
She felt like a she was in the ocean being dragged along help by the currents and waves.
Tara tried to fight but was helpless. Slowly her clothes were pulled away bit by bit. A piece was ripped, and then parts of clothing were pulled off. Tara had lost control. Tara tried to stop the men but when she grabbed one hand, five more were on her. Everywhere she looked there were leering faces, hands reaching for her. She was pushed through the crowd even further from her comrades. In a moment her clothes were gone except for her undergarments. Then the bras and panties were gone as men fought for these trophies. She could see a man holding her ripped panties high in air. He swirled them around to cheers of those around him.
The tone of the crowd had changed. It was sexual, violent and hate filled. Men were screaming at Tara, they spit in her face, laughed and mocked her. All the time she was being constantly grabbed. Tara tried to gain any control, she tried to focus on her surroundings but that was impossible.
“Whore, Bitch, European Slut, Western Pig.”
The crowd screamed and yelled at her. The frenzy was building. Tara was panicked, completely out of control. Suddenly Tara was being carried on the top of the crowd handed along away from the center of the square. She found herself in an opening by a large fountain. There were a dozen men dressed in black and she was turned over to them, dumped in front of them. A huge crowd circled the fountain. Tara was completely naked and two men parade her around the opening to jeers and cheers of the crowd. Four men in black pulled her up off the ground and turned her face down to the ground with her legs spread so the crowd could see her. The turned her in all kinds of positions so everyone could see her pussy.
“SHE IS A WESTERN WHORE. PUNISH HER. SHOW NO MERCY.”
Spun around like a rag doll Tara tried to grasp her situation. She could hardly believe what was happening.
There were men everywhere and they were yelling and laughing at her. She was being exposed to them all.
Her arms and legs ached as she was stretched out before the crowd. She was twisted around so the crowd could see all of her body.
Back on her feet two men pulled her arms back and pushed her to the edge of the fountain and dunked and held her head under water. When they pulled her up her hair hung over her head and she was choking, gasping for air. The crowd cheered and yelled. “Again, Again, Again.” They dunked her more. Every time Tara felt she was going to drown. She would barely get some air and then was dunked again.
They dragged her across the fountain water and up onto a platform where a statue set, overlooking the jeering crowd. Tara was paraded around the platform for the crowd to see. At each corner they stopped, turned her around, spit on her face, and slapped her ass and titties. At a corner, they lifted her up and spread her legs so everyone could see her cunt. Tara was held by her arms and legs spread eagled and one of the black dressed men moved in between her arms, grabbed her head and started to throat fuck her.
Another black clad moved between her legs. The crowd was yelling. “Fuck Her, Fuck the Western Whore.” He pushed his dick into her pussy to the cheers of the crowd. Tara was being raped before a crowd of jeering, leering men.
The crowd was cheering “WHORE WHORE WHORE WHORE WHORE WHORE”
The men were brutal, playing to the crowd. The man fucking her face had her hair in a tight grip. His cock pounded in her mouth. Held hand and foot Tara was pulled this way and that like rag doll. At the same time, two men had a hold of her fucking her in the face and in her pussy. The fucked her to the chant of the crowd. Finally they shot their loads on her face and ass.
Tara was taken to each of the four corners of the statue base to be raped and humiliated. Different parts of the crowd cheered as she was led toward them. At the next corner she was bent over at the waist as her arms were held. Then a man attacked her again from behind.
“Fuck her in the ASS. Fuck her Ass. Fuck her. Fuck the bitch. Fuck that ass.”
The crowd could see her face and her tits hanging down as she was fucked from behind brutally in the ass. She was turned sideways to the crowd and another man in black began to fuck her mouth. The crowd could see her ass and face being slapped while being fucked. Again her face and ass received a load of cum. Her head snapped to one side as she was again slapped.
On the third corner a man picked her up while her legs were held around his waist and he began to fuck her cunt. While wrapped around the first man, another man came behind her and began to fuck her in the ass. Both men had a hold of her hair with one hand while shaking her head back and forth. They twisted and turned her head before finally dropping her to the ground and shooting their load on her. At the final corner the men in black men stood around her. She was forced to kneel facing the crowd while the men took turns pissing on her face.
Manhandled, fucked and degraded Tara was led back down to the ground and parade naked. Tara feared what could happen next. She cold only hope they were done with her. The men in black were not done with her at all. They took a 12 foot section of a flag pole and tied Tara by her arms to the top and then raised her up off the ground. The walked around the open area swinging the flag pole. Tara was now in a semi state of consciousness. She would almost pass out except for the extreme pain to her arms as she swung through the air.
The crowd roared as they could now see the bitch hanging from the pole. Every time she swung toward the crowd they would yell louder .The crowd began to scream.
SHE HAS TO BE PUNISHED FOR HER CRIMES.
CANE HER – CANE HER - CANE HER – CANE HER – CANE HER – CANE HER
The twelve in black carried Tara hanging from the flag pole across the square. The crowd parted, jeering, demanding that she be caned. After a short while they stopped and lowered Tara by the pole so she dropped into the crowd. Men grabbed at her legs. They spit on her face and abused her body in every way. Hands probed her and fingers made their way up her cunt. The raised her up again and swung her in wild circles, only to stop for more abuse.
Finally she reached a corner of the square. There was a flat bed truck sitting at the end of the square surrounded by the crowd. It was a self loading truck with a large arm winch and was partially loaded with cement blocks.
The crowd swelled around the truck as the men in black passed Tara around in circle about the truck still on the flag pole. Finally Tara was let down on the bed of truck. The crowd was chanting.
“WHITE WHORE. WHITE WHORE.” “CANE HER CANE HER.” “PIG” TRASH”
Now standing on the bed of the truck Tara could see out over the crowd, a sea of faces, yelling and screaming. They were cursing her, laughing, calling every name in the various native languages.
(To be continued)
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