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Poor Madlen.
How could she have possibly known that her spring break tropical paradise would be overrun by a sudden coup. The military, led by their sadistic General, arbitrarily rounded up those perceived as enemies of the state.
Her flimsy tank top and cut off jean shorts were deemed too provocative for this new hard-line conversative government. Therefore she was snatched off the streets, hands bound, and thrown into the back of a sweltering box truck.

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This unexpected transit was already torturous for her. The unknown destination only fueled her terror.

The bumpy trail jostled the squeaky truck suspension, transferring lewd motion to her alluring curves. The dark eyes of every soldier couldn't help but soak in every inch of her body, there was no place to hide as her chest bounced and swayed to every lurch in the stuffy cabin.

It didn't help that temperatures were soaring inside. Her perspiration began to soak the thin fabric of her top, teasing the men to new extremes. She wanted nothing more than to cover herself, but her hands remained helplessly tied behind her. It wasn't lost on her that the strained position of her arms only seemed to jut her torso out even further forward.

Madlen could do nothing else but avert her eyes and pretty face from their stares and contemplate her fate during this long ride.

There was clearly no due process in this new government.

The General immediately played the part of judge and jury. He alone would mete out harsh punishment.

The prisons were stifling and overcrowded. It reeked of the worst in humankind. Madlen felt like she was the only female in this hellhole, as hundreds of horny male inmates pressed their smelly bodies against the bars to ogle her.

The General held her in a private cell, just for the two of them to get better acquainted. She felt so helpless, back pressed against the cold metal bars. Her wide eyes darted back and forth, confirming there were no paths of escape.
This was a defining moment to establish the dynamics of this interrogation and incarceration. Should he force her to strip herself or should he forcibly strip her? Was it better to test her submissiveness, or show his dominance?

He gazed at her trembling form, as he decided the next course of action... the long pause was agonizing to Madlen, she feared the machinations brewing behind the dark pools of eyes.

"Strip!" he finally commanded, deciding to test her resolve.

Madlen froze, unable to process his order. To strip... here?!... in front of everyone?!... the concept was simply incomprehensible.

The General quickly grew impatient at her hesitation.

"Strip!!", he ordered once again, but this time unclasping the holster to his pistol.

The not so subtle threat force her hands into nervous reaction. Her slim fingers shakily picked at the bottom of her shirt, reluctantly raising it.

click to play: He savored every slow inch of reveal, as more of her bronzed skin was exposed. He marveled at her trim waist, and the smooth flatness of her belly. The prominent curves of her breasts came into view, then popping free to his delight. They were delicious, mouth watering orbs, that he vowed to intimately exploit to their fullest capacity. His mind raced, thinking of all the sadistic tortures he could inflict upon them.

Madlen's cheeks reddened as the men in surrounding cells catcalled excitedly. She couldn't understand their shouts, but she clearly knew the intent. Being so exposed like this, could anything be more humiliating?!