Aslin nee 8ball
Governor
I am a history buff and of course as you can see by my participation in this site, have a keen interest in BDSM, especially imaging myself in perilous and painful situations. I would like to start a thread dedicated to the corporal punishment of women in settings throughout the sordid history of our world. I will start with a continuing story set in a very current time in our history. Please feel free to add your talents and comments:
Left in Kabul
We were only 5 miles from the army airfield when the crowd of people lining the highway became almost impassable. We were three of the last US workers to leave the embassy . Rachel Connors, Ashley Betts, and I ,Linda McGuire, we’re tasked with shredding the last of the documents and destroying all of the electronic data left on the computers. It had taken longer than anticipated and we were late leaving the compound. We knew the last aircraft was set to take off by 1200 Kabul time and it was already past noon but surely they would wait for us. It took another 20 minutes for our driver to push his way through the crowded streets.
The three of us girls had worked together at the embassy for over two years and had gotten quite close during that time. Rachel and Ashley had known each other for years and had been in a relationship long before they were stationed in Kabul. Forbidden to consort with the locals, and with all the US men at the embassy “taken”. I too found many a comforting night in the arms of my female co-workers. I had discovered my bisexuality by necessity I guess. We did our best to keep this to ourselves because it was definitely frowned on by our employers and Afghanistan law was brutal concerning this type of activity.
We forced our way through the entrance to the airfield and saw a throng of people running along side a large military plane as it taxied slowly toward the runway. Our Afghan driver kept out of the car waving his arms at the plane, trying to get the pilots attention to no avail. I watched in horror as the plane reached the runway, accelerated, and was gone. Our driver glanced back at us , shook his head, and began running in the opposite direction.
I never felt so helpless. Fear gripped me like a vice. They left us those rotten bastards had left us. There was no US presence left in Afghanistan, only three helpless young American women. Before we could even decide what to do, the car was surrounded by men wearing robes and carrying guns. We were ordered out of the car and our hands cuffed behind our backs. I shouted out “ I am Linda McGuire and we are Us embassy clerical staff with diplomatic immunity.” The largest man in the group smiled cruelly and said “ Linda McGuire , you and your American friends are under arrest. Diplomatic immunity just left with that airplane. You are all that’s left of America in Afghanistan ... you are alone, no one in America cares. They will send no one to rescue you....your country has deserted you...there will be consequences for the US invading our country and teaching our women how to be western women. There will be consequences . Are you ready to suffer for your country?
(To be continued)
Left in Kabul
We were only 5 miles from the army airfield when the crowd of people lining the highway became almost impassable. We were three of the last US workers to leave the embassy . Rachel Connors, Ashley Betts, and I ,Linda McGuire, we’re tasked with shredding the last of the documents and destroying all of the electronic data left on the computers. It had taken longer than anticipated and we were late leaving the compound. We knew the last aircraft was set to take off by 1200 Kabul time and it was already past noon but surely they would wait for us. It took another 20 minutes for our driver to push his way through the crowded streets.
The three of us girls had worked together at the embassy for over two years and had gotten quite close during that time. Rachel and Ashley had known each other for years and had been in a relationship long before they were stationed in Kabul. Forbidden to consort with the locals, and with all the US men at the embassy “taken”. I too found many a comforting night in the arms of my female co-workers. I had discovered my bisexuality by necessity I guess. We did our best to keep this to ourselves because it was definitely frowned on by our employers and Afghanistan law was brutal concerning this type of activity.
We forced our way through the entrance to the airfield and saw a throng of people running along side a large military plane as it taxied slowly toward the runway. Our Afghan driver kept out of the car waving his arms at the plane, trying to get the pilots attention to no avail. I watched in horror as the plane reached the runway, accelerated, and was gone. Our driver glanced back at us , shook his head, and began running in the opposite direction.
I never felt so helpless. Fear gripped me like a vice. They left us those rotten bastards had left us. There was no US presence left in Afghanistan, only three helpless young American women. Before we could even decide what to do, the car was surrounded by men wearing robes and carrying guns. We were ordered out of the car and our hands cuffed behind our backs. I shouted out “ I am Linda McGuire and we are Us embassy clerical staff with diplomatic immunity.” The largest man in the group smiled cruelly and said “ Linda McGuire , you and your American friends are under arrest. Diplomatic immunity just left with that airplane. You are all that’s left of America in Afghanistan ... you are alone, no one in America cares. They will send no one to rescue you....your country has deserted you...there will be consequences for the US invading our country and teaching our women how to be western women. There will be consequences . Are you ready to suffer for your country?
(To be continued)