Friday, 6 January 2012

The Sheik's New Stock

This was the sequel to 'Seized at School',where I originally asked KP if he'd be interested in doing it.

Although KP kindly agreed,he did tell me it would be a while before he could start,so I decided to give it a go.I've changed some of the character names,and I hope you like the new damsels I've introduced,as well as the original girls.I've actually written 'Seized from School',as I liked the start I did(without bragging of course!)so when that's ready,I'll put my version up too.

Hope KP doesn't mind,and I still think his version of 'Seized at School' will be miles better than my attempt,but I still hope it's also well liked.

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WPC Sharon Taylor sat at her desk,reading the missing persons report file,and it contained plenty of missing people.

Sharon clearly recognised all the people in the folder,that they were all young women.Her heart was going out to them,as she glanced at the photographs of these girls.

Sharon could see they were all highly attractive,and their backgrounds highly differed.She'd seen girls working as stewardesses,office workers,and boarding school pupils,who had simply vanished into thin air.

Sharon was of course,highly attractive herself.Many of her colleagues had told her that,admiring Sharon's figure.She practised at the gym a lot,and was considered to be one of the fittest officers on the force.

Not only that,but Sharon was well aware of her admirers.She had shoulder length blond hair,warm blue eyes,and was also a keen officer,determined to serve the community.

As she continued to read the folder,Sharon realised this case was a tough nut to crack.There were no clues to the disappearances,but Sharon instantly suspected abduction.

The details on all the missing girls had satisfied Sharon,that there had been no family problems or any other thing Sharon could pick out.Whoever was responsible,had certainly covered their tracks well.

One of the girls details Sharon was currently reading,was one of the many missing schoolgirls.Sharon had the girl's photograph in front of her,and noted the name was Louise Wilson.

She's very pretty,Sharon thought,seeing Louise's features.Louise was also smiling at the camera,which Sharon also liked.This made her more determined to find the missing girls,as well as Louise.

I really hope she's okay,Sharon thought with concern,and began to study the file more carefully.

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As Sharon was reading the file,thousands of miles away,Louise was sitting on a very comfortable chair,still dressed in her school uniform of white shirt,a blue pleated skirt,with dark nyloned tights,and she still wore her black high heel shoes:but at the moment,Louise wasn't feeling very comfortable at all.In fact,she was scared to death.

Instead,Louise's hands had been tied behind the back of the chair very tightly,with strong white coils of rope.Her ankles had been pushed together,to one of the chair's lower struts.Just like her hands,there were also loops of tight ropes tied around both of them,making Louise secure to the chair.

It didn't end there though,as there were more loops of rope tied horizontally over Louise's upper body.These coils were wound over and under her chest,which of course,greatly increased the size of her breasts enormously.She was indeed,tightly tied up.

Not only that,but Louise was also gagged tightly too.Her mouth had been filled with a balled up cloth,quite roughly too,by one of her captors,and after they'd closed her lips,a large,rectangular strip of white tape had been forced over her now closed mouth.

It was a highly effective gag:Louise could hardly utter a sound behind the tape.She could only manage faint,weak mumbles,and her eyes were desperate as were her thoughts,as she still realised with dismay,that she was still a captive here.

Louise wasn't alone.There was a man with her,and Louise could see he was gazing down at her in relish,making her give another frightened,but weak mumble behind her gag.

Sheik Bonar took his time admiring his pretty,bound and gagged prize.He loved this new slave:So much so,that he'd actually ravished her several times,and it thrilled him beyond his wildest dreams.

Sheik Bonar had many pretty slaves in his clutches.He was so addicted to seeing pretty girls in uniform,that he'd made the decision to seize as many as he could.

There'd certainly been plenty of girls being dragged up to him.He'd learnt how to tie inescapable knots,and had had plenty of practice.Not one of his pretty prisoners had managed to free themselves.Only he dictated that,and as well as expertly tying the women up,Bonar enjoyed gagging them too.He loved hearing their attempted screams of fear,and fully exploited his power over them.

Not all his female captives were the weak kind of course.Many had showed him defiance as he raped his chosen victims,and Bonar knew Louise was one of them too.

He'd taken her many times,and although Louise was helpless in his grip,Bonar was pleased to see the fierce hatred in the girl's eyes.This would make his conquest of her more satisfying,and Bonar knew he would triumph:Not one girl had remained defiant forever to him.

Bonar smirked at that thought.He knew perfectly well how to handle the troublesome ones.He'd used really menacing threats on some of the girls,and these varied.Usually,his loyal servants at his palace held snakes in front of the bound,gagged girls.The results were always positive for Bonar,but again,he smirked: The snakes were harmless and non lethal,but snarling with their fangs wide open,it was a highly effective deterrent for the girls,and they quickly came back into line.

He chuckled to himself as he moved behind Louise's trussed up form,and knelt down.He then put his arms around Louise's chest,and still smirking,began to fondle and squeeze her breasts.

This made Louise give a muffled squeal behind her gag.She knew what was coming,and this made her go into frantic struggling:Unfortunately,Louise was tied up too tight on the chair,and she was still held by her drooling captor.It was then,that she felt Sheik Bonar whisper into her ear:

'Don't bother struggling,my pretty,'Bonar's whisper was full of ominous intent.'You're not going anywhere,but only where and when I want you,and I want you now,my pretty!'

Bonar then used his tongue to caress the inside of Louise's ear.She squealed again,but again,the tape gag kept her cries almost silent.She could do nothing to resist his groping hands.

The Sheik was still chuckling,fully enjoying himself indecently assaulting Louise,and he was just making his lions bulge,preparing to enter this beauty once again.He then began to unbuckle his lower clothing,but before he could proceed,there was the loud,but respectful sound of knocking on the door to his bed chamber.

Regretfully,Bonar stopped his sexual assault on Louise(much to her relief)and he called out loudly:'Enter!'

The door opened,and one of his men entered.Bonar recognised him instantly.This was Kall,his best friend and one of his most fiercest fighters.He knew Kall would sacrifice his life instantly,at any time Bonar would command him.

Like him,Kall was very powerful.He had a tremendous fighting physique,and many had fallen before his feet.Kall was a superb warrior,and Bonar was delighted to have him on his side.

It wasn't just his fighting prowess that Bonar appreciated,but Kall had an excellent intelligence network.His spies were everywhere.More accurately,they were there where Bonar had ordered Kall where they would be.They were at universities,schools,hospitals,police stations,office areas,even military outposts,and their spies were there for one purpose only:To seize more stock for their master.

'My sincere apologies for my intrusion,your excellency,'Kall spoke first,respectfully bowing his head.'I'm afraid I bring bad news.'

'Bad news,my friend?'Bonar's voice was quite calm,as he was now using both his hands to gently stroke Louise's long,dark hair.He didn't see his captives eyes bulging,but Kall did,and he smiled menacingly at her.

'I'm afraid so,your excellency.Your latest captives have been reported missing,and the British police are now involved.'

Hearing this,Louise's hopes inside her soared.Suddenly,there was a chance of rescue,but when she heard the men speak again,her hopes suddenly crumbled.

'Who told you this,my friend?'Bonar asked.

'It was Amanda,your excellency,'Kall responded.'She has informed me,that the police will be asking her questions at the school.'

'That is of no concern,my friend.'Bonar's voice still didn't sound worried.'Amanda,I'm sure,is more than competent to handle the situation.'

'You trust her?'

'Indeed I do,'Bonar nodded to his loyal friend.'She's handled problems like this before,and she always succeeds in laying a false trail.What do you know of the investigating team?'

'There are female officers assigned,your excellency,'This made Kall keep his menacing smile at Louise's gagged,still frightened face.'Should I order Amanda to investigate the necessary details?'

'Of course,my friend,'Bonar beamed.'Tell Amanda if they meet all the required checks,she is free to decide for herself,and please inform her should she require any extra help-'Bonar leaned forward to firmly squeeze Louise's firm,large breasts once more-'tell her we have some pretty hostages available.All bound and gagged of course.'He finished with an evil smile.

'Of course,your excellency.'Kall fully understood what he'd just heard,and he liked it.'I will inform Amanda immediately.'

Kall then bowed gratefully to Bonar,and left the bed chamber.As soon as he'd gone,Bonar still kept squeezing Louise's breasts,fully enjoying hearing her frightened whimpers.

'Soon,my dear,'Bonar went back to whispering into Louise's ear again.'I will use you to gain more new,and pretty stock.'He chuckled more,increasing his prisoner's distress,as he then renewed his sexual assault on Louise's delicious, helpless,tightly bound and gagged body.

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Back in England,Sharon drove the patrol car towards Elgin Boarding school.In the car sitting next to her,was her great friend,Michelle Davis.

Michelle had been on the force a bit less than Sharon,and she was a little taller than her.Whereas Sharon had blond hair,Michelle's was a permed brunette.She had a good figure too,but didn't believe in the gym.Michelle loved her food too much.Sharon certainly knew this,as she and her friend spent a lot of time at each others home.Sharon had to constantly refuse Michelle's offerings of her favourite food.She wanted to keep fit,hoping she could catch some crook on the run.

They were now in Cornwall,and the roads had now become a single carrigeway.Both girls could now see the rural area they were driving through.Cornwall was a beautiful place,but neither girl would want to be stuck out here at night,especially alone where there was nobody around for miles.

Sharon continued to drive on,and she knew the boarding school wasn't far off.She glanced at Michelle sitting next to her.Like herself,Michelle was dressed in the same uniform,but both girls had decided to remove their ties,as it was warming up:but at the same time,they both appeared smart.

They finally reached Elgin boarding school,and as Sharon drove into the grounds,she fully expected what to see.

The boarding school was huge,and it even looked a tad menacing to Sharon and Michelle.The grounds surrounding it however,were very pleasant.There were large,well neat areas of grass,and both girls could see many of the female pupils relaxing on it.

They were all looking at their entrance though,and Michelle glanced back curiously too.

'Wonder if they'll get wrong for doing that?'She asked,gesturing at the girls outside.

'Depends on what the staff are like,'Sharon responded.'Let's find out,shall we?'

Sharon finally pulled up outside the school's entrance,and after parking up,both she and Michelle exited from the car.They noticed a woman waiting for them.standing at the top of a long flight of stone steps.She was tall,dressed smartly in a blue silk shirt and matching knee length skirt.Both Sharon and Michelle instantly knew she was one of the staff here.

As both Sharon and Michelle advanced up the steps,they both noticed the woman made no move towards them.In fact,Sharon thought the woman was eyeing them both up,and she didn't like it.

Even so,Sharon kept her personal feelings to herself,and after reaching the top of the steps,she offered her hand to the woman.

'Good morning,ma'am,'Sharon greeted her first respectfully.'I'm WPC Taylor.This is WPC Davis.'

The woman then shook Sharon's hand,quite firmly,but respectfully too,before she did the same with Michelle.

'Welcome to Elgin boarding school,ladies,'the woman's own greeting was nice,although Sharon could still see that odd look in her face.'My name's Miss Armstrong.I'm assistant deputy head here.Now if you'll follow me,please.I'll take you to the headmistress.'

Both Sharon and Michelle nodded,and followed her inside.

The inside of the school was far different from outside.Sharon and Michelle could see the interior was really smart.The floor on which they walked,was also smartly polished.Their footsteps echoed on it.

As they walked,Michelle then asked to their guide:'How long have you worked here,Miss Armstrong?'

It was a half hearted attempt at being polite,whilst at the same time,fishing for information,but Michelle received a positive response,albeit,a brief one.

'Several months.'

'Did you know all the girls who went missing then?'

'Quite so,'Miss Armstrong nodded.'It goes with the job.After all,getting to know them all,can have distinct advantages.'

'Such as?'

'Why finding out what sort of person they really are of course.'Miss Armstrong answered.'I really do hope I can help you find them.'

'I'm sure you will,Miss Armstrong,'Sharon nodded her approval,pleased to accept this woman's offer.Earlier,she'd sensed something bad about her,but now,things were looking up.

'Please,'Miss Armstrong told them,glancing back at Sharon and Michelle.'Let's dispense with formality.Call me Amanda.'

Sharon and Michelle nodded their approval to that too,not seeing the smirk on Amanda's face,as she led them deeper into the school.

More to follow...

21 comments:

  1. I like the way you jumped right into the breast-fondling and the references to the multiple ravishings of Louise in the INITIAL chapter~
    this has the makings of your BEST story to-date!

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  2. Two (2) videos from David Knight Bondasge web-site showing pretty bound and gagged
    women police officers being breast-fondled. He has other, similar, D.V.D.'s but none of those videos web-site photographs actually SHOW the groping IN those videos!

    http://commerce.surfnetcorp.com/acbuild/showdetl.cfm?&DID=42&Product_ID=164&CATID=3

    http://commerce.surfnetcorp.com/acbuild/showdetl.cfm?&DID=42&Product_ID=40&CATID=3

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  3. Hopefully I have NOT sent you THIS story from Freddy Clegg before about the kidnapping of a "cigarette girl" in W.W. 2"!:
    (PART 1)
    Air Raid Precautions : London, March 1941

    It was dark and cold. The whine of the air raid siren sounding the "all clear" cut through the night, blotting out the hissing and crackling sound from the fires that raged a block or so from where Clegg was standing. "Inconvenient," he thought, "I wasn't quite finished." It wasn't too much of a problem though; it would be a while before folk emerged from the shelters.

    As if to add to his difficulties, the wall of a nearby building collapsed with a crumbling crash, spewing a jet of dust across the roadway beside him. He scowled at the rubble, brushing himself down as he did so.

    Freddie Clegg had found the blitz a lot less of an imposition than most of his fellow Londoners. While many of them were spending uncomfortable nights in the Underground or in makeshift shelters of their own, Clegg was hard at work. The raids were coming almost every night now. Two hundred bombers at a time or more they said. He'd watched them fly over many times - Heinkels with their soft rounded wings; Junkers, engines throbbing with a characteristic beat; Dorniers, slim as pencils and fragile looking but still capable of delivering a powerful load of incendiaries and high explosive. Anti-aircraft fire didn't seem effective and he'd seen nothing of the promised night fighter successes. Occasionally a bomber would be coned in the brilliant shafts of a pair of search lights and the concentration of fire would bring it down. But there still seemed plenty more to come the next night, and the next.

    Clegg didn't mind, though - so many of his enterprises benefited from the black out. The police were busily occupied with coping with the effects of the raids. The streets were deserted; broken buildings left dark corners. As long as you took no notice of the falling bombs and the collapsing masonry and stayed away from the spivs and the black marketeers that were making the most of the opportunities for "liberating" bomb damaged property, you had the city to yourself.

    An unconscious girl of twenty two or three, the latest focus of Clegg's attentions, was lying propped against a half demolished wall. Her unconscious state might seem to have been the consequences of German military activity. In all honesty, though, Clegg had to confess it was entirely due to the pad of chloroform he had pressed against her face. Her brown tweed coat fell open as Clegg dragged her wrists behind her back so that he could tie them with the length of cord he had pulled from his pocket. She was still wearing her steel helmet with the letters "ARP" on the front but Clegg noted with satisfaction that she'd obviously come straight from the club to take her turn on Air Raid Precautions, watching for fires. Her coat fell open. Clegg could see her cigarette girl's outfit beneath it. The absurdly short skirt gave Clegg an agreeable prospect of her stocking clad legs. He'd seen her a few times at the Windmill. No doubt Mrs Van Damme would be sorry to lose her.

    Clegg felt a small pang of guilt as he tightened the cords. It was a shame that her public spiritedness in going out on fire watch should have placed her at risk from the likes of him. But at least the bombers had gone, he thought as he looked skywards for a moment. Her fire watching wouldn't be needed any more tonight.

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  4. "Air-Raid Precautions"
    (Part 2)

    Clegg considered the girl as she lay limply on the dust and rubble strewn linoleum floor of the bombed out building. He was pleased with his choice. She'd have plenty of chances to make a new contribution to the war effort. After all someone had to keep the Middle East on the Allies' side if they were going to keep hold of essential supplies of oil. London showgirls and hostesses still represented a valuable commodity with those whose influence counted in and around Baghdad. Clegg felt it was almost his patriotic duty to meet the demand.

    The girl began to stir. Clegg thought for a moment. Should he gag her first or tie her ankles? She slumped back again, her head lolling limply, a trickle of dust from the wall above coursing down across her forehead. There wasn't much risk of her either running or crying out, Clegg decided. Since he still had cords in his hand he lashed her ankles together, his hands brushing across her nylon covered calves. "It isn't easy," Clegg, thought. "Too much risk of being distracted. People don't appreciate how hard I have to work to keep my mind on what I am doing." Forcing himself to concentrate on his task, he focussed his attention on the cords and the knots, threading the cords between her feet and ankles to cinch them tightly together. He pulled the girls own scarf from her neck, knotted it in the middle, pushed the knot between the girls lips and then tied the scarf in place as a gag. By now the girl was stirring again, this time with more effect. Realising her situation she groaned into her gag and struggled against the cords that held her arms and legs. Clegg bent down beside her. In what was intended to be a reassuring gesture, he reached forward to brush away a strand of hair from the girl's face. She, fearing a slap or worse, tried to pull away from him, taking no comfort from his look of concern.

    Clegg's attention was attracted by the sound of bricks tumbling as someone made their way through the rubble. The girl, sensing rescue, tried to squeal. Clegg pressed his hand over her mouth adding to the muffling effect of her gag. Standing in the doorway, silhouetted by the flickering flames of the fires raised by the bombers' incendiaries, was a woman. As she came closer the girl saw she was dressed in a blue serge battledress with the insignia of the Auxiliary Fire Service on it. Worried that this newcomer would also fall prey to her attacker the girl courageously tried to kick out in an attempt to dislodge some of the bomb damaged wall as a warning. Her attacker, though, simply waved at the woman and turned around to pick the girl up from where she was laying.

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  5. "Air-Raid Precautions"
    Final Part

    Clegg hoisted the girl over his shoulder. "Did you get the appliance, Elly?" he asked.

    Elspeth Grant nodded as Clegg carried the girl by her. She looked back into the remains of the room where the girl had been grabbed. The girl's ARP helmet, her gasmask case, her handbag, were all that there was to show where she had been. It would be enough. It would just be assumed that she'd been buried in the rubble. Heaven knew, enough of them were.

    She stopped for a moment as she saw the girl's ration card sticking out from her handbag. That could be useful, she thought. She reconsidered. A missing ration card would look odd. Better to leave it there. Besides, Freddie wasn't exactly letting them go short. He had enough contacts in the black market.

    The girl squealed again as she realised where Clegg was taking her. In the dark of the bomb damaged road, between the craters and piles of rubble, stood a small truck with the AFS crest on the side. A trailer pump, hung about with hoses and ladders was hitched to the back of the truck. Elly pushed by and swung open the back of the trailer pump, revealing a small false compartment. Clegg carefully set the girl inside it before Elly, ignoring the girl's cries of increasing distress, pushed the door back into place and twirled home the butterfly nuts that closed it securely.

    Clegg walked around to the passenger side, Elly to the driver's. As she got in Clegg pulled a cigarette from a pack of Players Navy Cut. He struck a match, cupping the flame in his hands to light the cigarette.

    "Oi!" came the voice of an officious ARP warden from some way off. "Put that ruddy light out!"

    Clegg flicked the match into the gloom of the bomb damaged building. He stared at the flames streaming skywards in the aftermath of the raid. It looked like the East End had got it bad again. Another loud "crump", followed by a flash of flame and a cloud of smoke announced the detonation of another bomb; delayed action, maybe, or just a faulty fuse. "Put that light out!" thought Freddie as he stared at the way that the fires in the Docks cast an orange glow across the whole of the eastern sky. "Somebody ought to tell Jerry that."

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  6. Two (2) photographs from Shadowplay Imaging
    web-site featuring Taylor (in D.V.D. #258)as a bound-and-gagged U.S. Navy "girl" [one (1) with clothespins on her "pokies"]!

    http://commerce.surfnetcorp.com/shadow/images/spirv2216.jpg

    http://commerce.surfnetcorp.com/shadow/images/spirv2217.jpg

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  7. "Kidnapable" military and police uniformed beauties~Get your ropes and gags ready:

    http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pCKfZIDDDWU/Ta_KCpHtgDI/AAAAAAAAIq4/w2_McAFphR4/s1600/beautiful-women-army-military-uniform-001.jpg

    http://hairwegoproducts.com/wp-content/gallery/hair-of-women-in-uniform/5809_109251068724_100536333724_2255743_1581271_n.jpg

    http://img.funtasticus.com/2008/nov/042610women_uniform/women_uniform_19.jpg

    http://i565.photobucket.com/albums/ss91/shrshr2009/ATT00003.jpg

    http://cache.daylife.com/imageserve/01Zq0VK4InfyU/340x.jpg

    http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRcX0R8_uGrE2GOFlkFbr8e7Efz5GEYInEmkCA3baMq2a_soxQlMmhEd3W-

    http://static.photaki.com/women-in-uniform-in-parade-archidona_63868.jpg

    http://bp1.blogger.com/_2v4Z0CpQVtc/SD0hXTDhSSI/AAAAAAAAAaM/YJ9-wAcL10s/s400/dittkuhn_4.jpg

    http://www.monitorulneamt.ro/pictures/2006/06/090001.jpg


    Now if we can only LURE the white-shirt away~
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    http://img.rian.ru/images/9792/09/97920968.jpg

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  8. Hey - no problem on my part aabout you doing this. In a way, it gives me time to clear up the other hanging part of the original story - the teachers...

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  9. Thanks,KP.I shall look forward to that,and thank you for agreeing to do that for me.:)

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  10. Where did you find that 'Air Raid Precautions' story,BBL? I'm intrigued.

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  11. "Freddie Clegg" of the U.K. writes stories about abducting women (like of like YOU do!)
    I first found him on the Literotica erotic stories web-site. This is the listing of ALL his stories there:

    http://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=766332&page=submissions

    The one (1) I cut what I sent you was from the "You Must Remember This" (Part 1) story.

    He has also started posting stories on Yahoo.com in the Groups section as
    "freddies_tales"~His CURRENT multi-chapter story is entitled "National Trussed"!

    http://groups.yahoo.com/group/freddies_tales/message/989

    You and he should CORRESPOND!

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  12. OTHER locations for "Freddie's" stories:

    http://groups.yahoo.com/group/freddies_tales/links/Story_Sites_001175340989/

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  13. Photograph of Gaddafi's VERY CAPTURABLE
    female bodyguards~ALL in MILITARY uniforms(!):

    http://www.shockmd.com/wp-content/gaddafi_female_bodyguards2.jpg

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  14. Additional photographs of the late colonel's
    "Amazonian lip-sticked virgin" bodyguards:

    http://www.shockmd.com/wp-content/gaddafi_female_bodyguards2.jpg

    http://img.allvoices.com/thumbs/event/609/480/75120109-gaddafi-bodyguards.jpg

    http://industry-icon.com/blog/wp-content/thumbnails/1470.jpg

    http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSzA-uWc887dYmx4hzcgOVkaxk-yOEB-dgxPPyad5JqbFF1VrX7E2aaHeVU

    http://dougsaunders.net/wp-content/uploads/2011/02/ProtectorsVIP.jpg

    http://www.shockmd.com/wp-content/gaddafi_female_bodyguards2.jpg

    http://provisionslibrary.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/06/gaddafi_bodyguards-10-2011-3-14.jpg

    http://md-5.com/photo/2011-sept/qadhafi/4.jpg

    http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E3SPYC7LlUM/TWf8KdzobVI/AAAAAAAABXk/YyU94KKtMgA/s1600/Muammar+el-Gaddafi+virgin+female+bodyguards+13.jpg


    http://omg.com.ng/wp-content/uploads/2011/10/gaddafi-bg-4.jpg
    http://visboo.com/img/new/gaddafi_25.jpg

    http://i991.photobucket.com/albums/af33/globalmedia23/amazons20Gaddafi27s20Women206_thumb5B55D.jpg

    http://img.ibtimes.com/www/data/images/full/2011/10/23/178056-moammar-gadhafi-and-female-body-guards.jpg

    Hey, I just came-up with a story idea
    (too bad he is now dead, making it SOMEWHAT
    "obsolete"!):
    There is an attempt by a merc force on Gaddafi and his military-uniformed bodyguards need to be abducted/kidnapped to get them out-of-the way!

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  15. A DRAWING to go with my idea(!):

    http://fc05.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2011/249/5/2/gadhaffi__s_guards_by_bondageincomics-d4935wz.jpg

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  16. I love all your comments,BBL.Keep them coming,but sadly,I've hardly been able to see any of the things you've posted here.
    Never mind.I'm sure plenty of other interested people have.:)

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  17. Dear Davey:
    I left-click highlighted one (1) of the links I just sent you and then right-click "Copy"(ied) it and the "Paste"(d) onto the address window of my Google search engine. The next screen indicated that the address "Could not be Found" and indicated in a blue-highlighted hyper-link that I could "Search by Image". When I clicked on that the photographs came-up!
    {Alternately, you can type into a Google search address window: "IMAGES: Gaddafi's Bodyguards" and you will see ALL the photographs I referred to you, plus more!}
    I will TRY sending you the photographs...)

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    1. http://acidcow.com/pics/17638-gaddafis-all-female-bodyguards-known-as-the.html

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  18. It DOES work~just "Copy" then "Paste" the highlighted "address" into the address window at the top of your screen [after you first DELETE the address that is ALREADY there (which will PROBABLY be YOUR web-site's address)] then click on the "Enter" key on your keyboard!

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