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Forced to fight

During the very early part of the last century the British Empire stretched most of the globe. Much like today Afghanistan was a barren region full of tribal conflict and warring factions, also like today outside interference in domestic affairs was met with hostility. So it was when a British party neared the outskirts of old Kabul . The group contained soldiers of coarse but also cooks maintenance men and even on some occasions the families of the officers. They all travelled together and worked as a unit that would normally follow in the wake of military forces.

During one of these sorties a British group became detached from their back up and suffered terrible losses. The group was led by Brigadier Monterey who was a very ambitious soldier but who in this instance had led his party into a trap set up by an Afghani militia. As they had entered a valley they had been attacked in large numbers and cut to pieces. The only survivors were two young girls.

The two girls captured were actually young women, one of them was Laura the seventeen year old daughter of Brig Monterey and the other was a sixteen year old maid by the name Molly. After the fighting the frightened girls were each tied to a camel and taken back to the Afghani camp. The ride took only an hour but they did not travel in comfort. They had their hands tied behind their backs and their mouths gagged with cloth torn from the bodies of their dead colleagues. They were slumped faces down over a camel and the hot sun shone down on their backs. Sand and dust rose from the desert and got in their eyes and hair, both girls whimpered quietly not wanting to draw attention to themselves. Wet tears fell onto the baking sand.

When they entered the camp it was dark but was lit by fire torches. The girls did not know what might happen next, they were both scared but also happy to have survived the massacre. As Laura looked up through her long brown hair she could see women coming. They were covered head to toe as is the tradition and they came over to where the camels stood. She could see that they were discussing and a disagreement started between one of the raiding party and one of the older women. The old women held up one finger and seemed to be saying that she only had room for one extra female, it was difficult to tell. Eventually the men seemed to give in and the argument was resolved. Two of the men who had taken part in the fighting came over and untied the girls from the camels and laid them on the sand. They lay there helpless like a pair of lambs ready for slaughter. Hands still bound behind them, their young cleavage on display, their skirts around their waists showing their French knickers. It seemed that the whole camp came to look at them. Young and old alike stood watching them. Then an elderly man clapped his hands and the women came over, picked up each girl and took them into a tent.

The gags were removed and hands untied, each girl was attended to by several women who were now uncovered, out of sight of the men. The women did not look unkind; some of them were pretty. They motioned the girls over to a hot tub of water and the women washed them with soapy sponges. Both girls were similar build, height and weight, they were petite and pretty. Laura had long straight dark brown hair, she was well educated and attractive. Molly was also very pretty, she had more curls in her light brown hair and a few dotted freckles over her nose. Despite her less privileged upbringing her skin remained soft and smooth. Both girls looked at each other without saying a word. They sat in the tub like children being washed by their mothers.

When the washing was finished they were taken to separate blankets and laid on their backs, legs in the air bent at the knees. The women began to massage their flesh and rub in strange aromatic oil. The oil was rubbed everywhere. It seemed to be a mixture of chilli and several herbs perhaps poppy seeds. One of the women gently pushed an oiled finger into the anus of Laura, her eyes widened and she tried to sit up but the women gently held her down, one of them smiled in her face and gently touched Laura's lips signalling her to be quiet. “The oil absorbs well in there, it will help you” one women said. The oil began to burn, not in a painful way, the skin became flushed, the smell cleared the nostrils and adrenaline began pumping through the young girl's bodies. Both the girls' hearts were soon pounding and they began to feel tense and eager. The girls were taken outside to find the whole tribe had made a circle and were waiting eagerly for the arrival of the two young women.

It was about now that the two women realised what was going on here. They were being prepared for some kind of ritual. An old man with a long beard began to speak, the girls didn't understand this language but one of the young women came over to them and began to translate, “They must fight each other for the right to join the clan. The victor would become a wife to the clan”. “The loser” she said with a gentle sympathetic smile, “will join her other friends with her god”. The two girls looked at each other in disbelief. The maid swallowed hard and looked around at the people and then back at Laura. Were they really to fight, She had never fought anyone.

By now the oils were making both girls feel slightly detached from reality. They seemed willing to co-operate with the awful requests made of them. Both girls were naked and were positioned facing each other in the ring. Their young hearts were thumping in their chests, their nipples were hard, and their small breasts were rising and falling more rapidly as they took in large gulps of air. The oil made their whole bodies tingle.

It looked as if Laura was about to speak to the maid when Molly threw herself forward clutching her now enemy around her soft pale throat. The two hit the sand and a great cheer went up from the crowd. Laura instinctively tried to pull the small hands from her neck. As the pair struggled they sank a little deeper into the brown cool sand. Laura had been brought up as a young lady but now she grit her teeth and wriggled and pulled and squirmed in the sand trying to gain an advantage and release the hold. She managed this and grabbed molly's hair causing her to yelp. As she pulled molly's head back she exposed the soft neck of molly and she raised one hand so as to strike her opponent in this vulnerable target. As her hand came down molly just moved and the blow glanced of the head of the maid.

Molly kicked out and caught her opponent in the ribs. Laura winced as the pair then met on their knees. Neither girl was a fighter and from different social class but the instinct for survival was strong in both. The girls held each other's hair as they tried to pull down the other to the sand. They swayed before Molly found leverage and pushed over Laura. Molly was able to climb on her opponent and again went for the neck. She squeezed hard and Laura's face became flushed and her expression became desperate. She tried to find leverage in the sand but the loose floor gave way to her feet. She looked up into the eyes of her opponent her hands gripping the wrists of her attacker. Molly's dark eyes looked back with venom and molly leaned in pushing her thumbs hard to the throat of the young lady. Molly had never been a violent girl but the heroin based oil and the desperation to survive took hold of her mind.

Laura could feel the battle slipping away, she reached out grabbed a hand full of sand and threw it into the face of Molly, She never saw it coming and the shock of being blind made her loosen her grip. Laura lashed out and made good contact with palm on the other girl's face. Molly instinctively moved away from the direction of the slap and Laura pushed her over. Now Laura gained a position on top of the young servant girl. She grabbed at Molly's wrists and was able to hold them stretched above her head. Molly reacted violently bucking and trying to dislodge her social superior but Laura was able to move up her body until she almost had the girl's head between her knees. Molly's attempts to free herself were wild as her legs swirled around in the sand, to no real effect.

Laura was able to move further up so that her knees rested at the side of molly's head, she still held her wrists. Laura kept cool and pressed home her advantage, she put her weight into her knees and put more pressure on Molly's neck. The young girl beneath her kicked her legs right and left but only succeeded in making patterns in the sand. In one last effort she brought her legs up to drag of this girl on top of her. Laura saw them coming, she let go of the wrists and hooked her arms around the girls legs. She then leaned forward. It was a killer move. Molly's pain was clear for the crowd to hear. Laura pressed down causing molly to be bent double, her feet above her head now, her rounded bottom and pussy facing the sky. All the blood in Molly's young body sank to her head, her arms flapped in a cruel pathetic way. Laura flicked her hair from her face and took in some deep breaths, she was in complete control now. The poor girl below was in an impossible situation. She smiled in relief.

Laura kept the torturous position for about 15 minutes. Molly began to plead to Laura to let her up but Laura never answered. She just held the position and eventually Molly went quiet, her arms lay motionless. Laura relaxed a little, Molly's bare feet now pointing skywards. She sat there for another 15 minutes, she needed to make sure the girl beneath was completely finished. The crowd was patient and let Laura make sure she had destroyed her advisory. The signal of total defeat came when Molly's bladder gave way and a fountain of urine was seen to rise and land on the sand. The crowd was so quiet that the gentle hiss could be heard by all. Molly made the faintest of whimpers. The old women looked at each other in the crowd and nodded, the fight was over.

Laura stood up and Molly's floppy body lay lifeless in the sand. Molly was alive but had passed out due to exhaustion and heat. The women came in and lifted the body of Molly. Each woman took a limb, her head hung and her long hair almost touched the sand, there was a small groan emitted but then she disappeared into the tent. Laura stood in front of the crowd not knowing what would come next, soon the women took her and bathed her and dressed her like all the other women. She could only wonder what would now happen to poor Molly.

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