Abduction In Africa

An eBook By Estaban Bacca.

"We came here to nurse those in need. There are decent Somalis who will not look kindly on you for mistreating us. Do your superiors know what you have done?" Sister Elizabeth bluffed.

"My Superiors? I have no superiors. Might is right here and all fear me. As for the decent Somalis...I will let you discover for yourself how much they care for two British bitches."

Keenadiid signaled his henchmen to take hold of both women and barked out a string of orders in Somali. In short order the habits were ripped and pulled from the two women’s bodies.

When the coifs were yanked from their heads he saw that both women wore their hair short. The one who called herself Sister Elizabeth was blonde and the other one a coppery redhead. The Women were held with their arms pulled back and their bare breasts heaving. Keenadiid inspected their naked bodies from head to toe. Their pubic patches matched the hair on their heads in colour.

"Why do you wear your hair like men?"

"Long hair is a vanity." Sister Elizabeth answered.

"It is vanity for women to think they are anything more than cows."

As he said it he moved forward to heft one of each woman’s breasts.

"Though as cows go the two of you have nice udders...so soft and pale...and tender."

The last was accompanied by a painful twist of each of their nipples that made the women wince. He pointed at Sister Jane.

"Lift the silent one onto my desk and hold her open."

Sister Jane was quickly lifted and thrown upon the hard surface. Her ankles were grabbed and her legs hauled wide. She winced and gave a sharp cry as Keenadiid’s rough fingers searched through her coppery bush to pinch each of her labial lips. He pulled them apart and peered into her pinkness. Carefully he eased a finger inside until he felt her hymen. His nail tapping at the thin membrane made her gasp.

So it was true after all. Keenadiid smiled as he tickled the tender barrier for the pleasure of watching the nun’s hips seek to squirm away from him. After a time he backed off. Since the rumour that nuns were virginal was borne out he would have to consider things again. If they were not ransomed he had thought to pleasure himself with them. Now he would have to weigh such pleasure against potential profit. Had they been just two used white women he could have pleasured himself with them and then sold them to any mere brothel keeper for a few thousand. But they were virgins...

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