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The night of our performance was fast approaching. Our rehearsals had fallen into a regular routine ending with each of my little white angels blowing her black partner devil. I worried for a time that we’d be discovered or reported but so far it hadn’t happened. I learned that my angels now craved black cock as much as I did, although as far as I knew my daughter and I were the only ones who had fucked our black giants. I made sure I still got my share too.

The problem was that we couldn’t get through a rehearsal without some sort of sexual behavior. If the devils could restrain themselves then the angels would not. Even if there was no actual cock sucking on stage, the girls left lipstick trails on the tight outfits I’d finally chosen for the devils. It was a sexual dance, and the dance coupled with the dominant presence of the black devils proved too much for my angels to resist. Could I trust them to refrain during the actual performance? Hell, I couldn’t restrain myself in front of my own husband!

So I decided on a plan. I called a special meeting of the girl angels and the devils in the prop room an hour before dress rehearsal. “We’re all adults here. I don’t think I have to tell anyone what my concern is. I think it best that we do whatever we can to keep our “activities” a private matter. Is there any disagreement there?” I scanned the group but got no response. I think they were all relieved that I didn’t come out trying to forbid any “activities.”

“So, here’s what I propose. I think that if we engage in our …shall we say, fun…just before our performance, that we should be able to get through the entire performance without…um…interruption.” The devils were smiling as they clearly understood me. One of the girls though, asked “You mean we can….you know…right now? Like before we get on stage?”

“I’m not saying that anyone has to do anything. If anyone is uncomfortable I’m sure we can find an alternative method,” I replied. Here I was trying to protect myself in case someone decided to rat on us, and also keeping the door open for me to get some of what I craved with the appearance of acting out of necessity.

“How much time do we have?” my daughter asked. I told her we had about 45 minutes. “Excellent” she said, already turning to Storm, “You wanna?”

“Hell yes,” he told her, dropping his sweat pants. His massive black cock, already hardening with anticipation, jumped towards her and started my own juices flowing. Two other girls paired off with Willie and Chez, but my fourth little angel sat quietly in the corner, with Don closer to me.

“Are you ok dear?” I asked. “Yes, it’s just….well…different. I mean, it’s so easy on stage when he just takes me. It seems so natural. I even like it,” she blushed as she spoke. “But to just do it here, just like that, I don’t know if I can. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry dear,” I consoled her while inwardly jumping for joy. “Nobody has to do anything they don’t want to do. You’re under no pressure here. Just hang out and relax. I tell you what. I can’t take the chance of poor Storm, um, “acting up” on stage, so I’ll take care of him here for you, would that be all right?”

“Oh, Coach Jenny, you’d do that for me?” No, I thought, but I’ll do it for Don any day. “Of course dear. You just relax and I’ll do my best for you.” Almost instantly Don stood before me, his proud black cock dancing in front of my face. “Ohhh” I sighed in quiet adoration. Would I ever tire of this? Of beautiful big cocks, dark and throbbing, waiting to penetrate me? God I hope not. I grasped Don’s cock at the base and lovingly stroked its full length up and down. I’ll never get over how big these guys are. Never. I love it.

While stroking Don’s cock with one hand, I took his balls gently in the other. Full, churning black balls. Hanging low, swaying with my strokes. So full of cum. These guys had fed me so much cum in the last few weeks. Cum in my mouth. Cum in my cunt. And still I wanted more. As I lowered my lips to Don’s cock, I looked up at him pleadingly, begging with my eyes, “please, please feed my your cum.”

I took Don’s huge cock in my mouth. I licked the bulbous head as it passed over my tongue on its way to my throat. I continued to stroke him with my hand while I sucked him. I know I could enjoy his cock at my own pace for a while but that soon enough he would take over and just fuck my mouth. I shuddered with excitement at the thought of it. I slurped all over his huge black pole, as always trying to fit as much as possible in my mouth and throat. In and out I pumped and sucked, tasting his copious precum as it flowed over my tongue. “Ummm…..ummmmm….ummmm” I hummed in happiness. God, I just loved to suck these big black cocks.

Around the room the same scene played out in each corner. My daughter, now truly addicted to black cocks, lay prone on her back. Storm knelt above her, his knees around her head, while he pistoned his cock into her mouth. He held her head with his hand and moved it back and forth over his cock as he liked. He simply used my daughter’s mouth as a hole to fuck, and she obviously loved it. Like the other girls, I looked at her jealously, as she was the only one of us who could take the entire length of his black monster into her throat. We could actually here it, “cughhk…..cughhk….cughhk” as his mighty black cock fucked her throat.

The other two girls, more dainty than me or my daughter, but no less captivated by their black devils, knelt before their respective giants and worshipped their cocks with mouths and hands. The room was alive with sloppy sucking sounds and happy moans, and as I watched, and sucked, I was lost in an erotic serenity, so that I didn’t hear my fourth angel. “Coach Jenny….Coach Jenny…COACH!” She had moved so that she sat next to me, her face very near my own, her eyes glassy and her face red and sweating. I slurped off of Don’s cock. “What is it?” I asked, frustrated by the interruption.

“Coach, I think I can do it now. I’m sorry I made you do that for me.”

“Oh, no dear, don’t you worry. I’ll handle this. You relax.” I wasn’t about to give this cock up now.

“No, really Coach, I should do it. He’s my partner and all. It should be my responsibility.”

“Dear, I said I’d do it.” I continued to stroke Don with my hand, his wet cock sluicing through my fist. “Now, just run along and we’ll see you at rehearsal.” I turned back to Don’s cock, mouth open, tongue extended. Instead of receiving what I craved, I tasted the fist of my fourth angel as she grasped Don’s cock and brought it to her own mouth. “Hey!”

“Ahh!” she sighed as she washed her tongue over his already wet cock, fisting his substantial length. I let go as I watched. Should I fight her? I was so close, and so was he. The taste of his precum lingered in my mouth, leaving me craving the real thing. A million thoughts and emotions ran through my mind. I wanted that black cock in my mouth! I wanted black cum filling my belly! Still, I thought, if I leave her in this state now, she’ll be the one to act up on stage, and I can’t have that. So, I resigned to let her have Don, this time, and hope that somehow I’d get mine soon enough. I couldn’t take watching these four couples in action though. It was driving me crazy. God how I craved one of those black cocks. I had to get out of there. “OK people, I’ll see you all at rehearsal. Please be on time.” I stumbled out of the room.

I leaned against the door as it closed behind me. I could still hear the sounds from inside, just as I heard my daughter being taken that first time by Willie. I heard Storm chanting as he fucked my daughter’s mouth now, “yeah…yeah….yeah….oh shit…oh shit…UNNGGH!” I knew he was cumming in her throat. Chez and Willie soon followed, Willie’s familiar grunting causing the craving in the pit of my stomach to grow. Then Don let loose too, “OOOHHHhhhhh! Ahh…ahh….ahhh….” I was nearly crying, I wanted it so bad. Then I heard Willie say “well, we got about 20 minutes left, who wants to switch partners?” I heard the girls giggling, then some rustling around, and then the same familiar happy sighs and slurps of my four white angels servicing their black devils again. These guys were amazing. I couldn’t listen any more. I had to leave.

With 20 minutes, I had time to go back to my office and cool down. But when I reached my door, there was the varsity football coach, Coach Shire, dripping wet in only his black Speedo”s. With his black bathing suit, he looked naked, shining black as night. He had obviously just come from the pool. The wetness accentuated his muscles. “Hello Coach Shire” I greeted him nervously. I wanted to run away from him and to jump him at the same time. His back was still to me, but I could see he was even more muscular than the players he had sent to me as devils. His small suit gave me ample opportunity to admire his muscled ass. I walked past him through my door, and he followed me in! This wasn’t going to help me cool down. I sat at my desk and faced him, afraid to look at him. I tried desperately to look only at his face, but I couldn’t help myself. He stood in the middle of my office, facing my desk, still dripping a little. My gaze continued to lower down his body. His chest was massive, his arms were massive, his hands were massive, his….oh my god! The bulge of his coiled cock under his tight Speedo”s was incredible. He had to be every bit as big as the devils he sent to me! I tried not to stare at his magnificent cock, I really did. I brought my eyes back to his face, but they continued to stray down his body and back to his cock. The taste of Don’s precum continued to linger in my mouth and the sight of this new giant black cock barely contained before me had my mouth watering again.

“Coach Jenny, I want to talk to you about the guys I sent to you for you dance.” I struggled to look at his face as he talked.

“Please, call me Jenny. Those boys are great. Fine, outstanding young men.” I told him. Outstanding indeed! I thought.

“Well, I’m a little worried about them” Coach Shire said, moving toward me. Oh Jesus. He walked around and sat on a corner of my desk, looking down at me. He put one knee up on the desk with his other leg straight out near my side. His Speedo”s only stretched tighter over his cock. “Jenny, those boys sure have taken a great interest in ballet. I didn’t expect that. I never thought they’d be more eager to go to ballet practice than football practice.”

“Oh, C…Coach. Don’t worry about them.” Don’t look at his cock. Don’t look at his cock. Oh shit, I could see it pulsing as I couldn’t stop looking at it. “Ballet is a sport too. And they’re very good. Very, very good. At ballet I mean.”

“Well Jenny, it’s more than that,” he said, spreading his legs farther apart as he turned more to face me. I could actually see his cock shift and run down the leg he left straight at my side, while his huge balls shifted the other way toward the leg crooked on my desk. I gulped more loudly than I intended to as I struggled to look at the coach’s face. “The boys seem to have taken a great interest in costumes too.” He leaned toward me, his cock running straightening under his Speedo”s as they tightened further. “It isn’t natural for football players to be so interested in costumes. They should be interested in…well…other things.” Saying this, the coach’s cock plumped obviously as he thought about what I knew he meant. The leg band of his Speedo”s actually lifted off his leg as his cock hardened. I was breathing rapidly and starting to sweat.

“C…Coach, I wouldn’t worry about the costumes.” Should I tell him why the guys were so interested in them? Should I just suck his cock? “You see, we had some problems with getting proper costumes for them, so they just helped out until we found what worked so that they wouldn’t….oh, never mind.”

“No, please tell me. I can’t have my guys going gay on me, you know.” I had to laugh at that. The four devils he sent me were more men than every man I’d known before combined. When I laughed I could see the Coach watching my chest bounce, and then I could see the outline of the head of his cock as it throbbed in his tiny suit only a few feet away from me.

“Well, you see, we had to, um, find a way to, um, contain them.”

“Contain them? What does that mean?”

“I mean, contain their….their manhood, you know. They kept kind of popping up and causing interruptions in the performance.” I blushed when I finally said it. Now it was the Coach’s turn to laugh. Only when he laughed, he leaned back on my desk, and his incredible cock finally sprang free of his suit and down his leg. It was huge! I mean, it was as long as any of my devils, but manly thick just like the rest of him! “Ohhh, Coach……” I was mesmerized by it. I stared at it openly, nearly drooling as I watched it throb and buck.

“Well, now I see what you mean,” the Coach said. “These things do have a mind of their own.” The coach grasped his mighty black cock and gave it a good stroke. He looked at me looking at his cock. Slowly, my hand reached for it as his hand moved away. Unfortunately, before I took his cock in my hand, I noticed my watch. It was time for the dress rehearsal! “Please be on time” I had admonished my angels and devils. My hand shook, my mind whirled. Twice in one day denied what I craved. “Coach, please…” I dove for his cock, sucking in the giant black head, using my tongue to pry it away from where it was trapped against his leg. I looked at the Coach, his eyes wide in return. One quick suck, as deep as I could get it, and I let it go. “Please come to dress rehearsal with me. Now.”

We got to the auditorium just in time. I had the Coach enter the back of the auditorium and wait for me in the middle of an aisle. I approached the group. The girls looked exhausted. Hair matted, skin flushed, clothes wet with sweat. The devils’ eyes gleamed, but they too seemed tired. Their scene wasn’t till the end so I told them to wait in the wing while I got the dress rehearsal started. I put on as many lights as I could, flooding the stage. I looked out into the seating area and couldn’t see anything. I told the group “This is like the real thing. No stopping until the end. We’ve worked hard for this and it can be a good performance. Let’s do it right once and get a good night’s sleep. Break a leg.”

I set the first scene up, started the music, and raised the curtain. This left me in the wing with the four devils. They weren’t their lively selves. “Guys, are you all right?”

“Yeah, we’re all right. They took alot out of us, that’s all. I mean a lot!” “Yeah” the others chuckled in agreement. Storm said “Your daughter is amazing. When I think of how she can take my whole dick and milk it, oh man, I’m gonna get hard just thinkin’ of it.”

“No! No getting hard now. You had your fun. Now it’s time to work.” Standing amid these four nearly naked black giants, telling them not to get hard as my own sex churned, was incredibly difficult. I could smell the sex on them. Oh god. Thank god Coach Shire was waiting for me. The Coach! “Ok guys, you just wait here for your cue. I’ll be in the audience watching.”

I tried to walk past Don but he didn’t budge. “C’mon Don, let me through.”

“You know Miss Jenny, I wanted to cum in your mouth today, not hers.” Oh no, please don’t do this to me. I could see his cock already twitching. And I could still taste him.

“Don, there will be another time. Please, please just do the scene today. Please? It will be worth it, trust me,” I said as I brushed his cock with my hand. “Trust me.” I pushed past all of them quickly, afraid that if I didn’t I’d be on my knees for them with any more talk like that. I had to get to the Coach.

I walked into the empty seats, up and down the aisles, watching the ballet with one eye while scoping for the Coach with the other. The girls were just not into it. They were slow and lifeless. Technically they were ok, there was just no passion.

Then I spotted Coach Shire, still with his Speedo”s on. I sat next to him in the middle of the empty auditorium and we watched the ballet. I could see that his cock had gone down. Was I going to be denied yet again? I needed, absolutely needed his black cock in me. I would go crazy without it I was sure. “Coach…” I turned to him.

“Jenny, about your office. If you don’t want to…oooohhhh”

H quieted right down when I started to massage his soft cock in his swim suit. It didn’t stay soft for long. I gripped the sides of his suit and he lifted his ass as I pulled the suit off him. His magnificent giant black lance stood long and proud in his lap. I dropped to it, mouth open. I wasn’t going to fool around this time and I wasn’t going to loose another chance. He was so big that when I sucked the head of his cock, I could still watch the ballet. As important as the ballet was to me, it was soon forgotten as the black cock in my mouth became the center of my little world.

Both of us groaned in our pleasure as I took more and more of his mighty cock into me. It was so big, so very big. I had gotten used to the big cocks of my devils, but this was not an 18 year old’s cock. It was a man’s cock in every way. Long and thick and black as black can be. I purred as I sucked him, thrilling as I always do as I look down the black cock in my lips and up the muscled black body of the man fucking my mouth. Fuck my mouth. Fuck my mouth. The words echoed in my head as I sucked more of his wonderful black cock into my face and finally, into my throat. Fuck my mouth. Soon enough, the Coach was doing just that. I was on my knees before him, his wonderful strong hands holding my head, making my mind swim in an erotic haze as he guided my sucking mouth on and off his pulsing cock. His thick precum leaked steadily onto my tongue and down my throat, replacing the taste of Don’s with this wonderful new taste. “Uuummmm….” I hummed as he held his cock imbedded in my throat. He would pull out to let me breath, then thrust again and hold himself deep within me. “UUmmmm…” God I wanted him to enjoy this.

Needing to catch my breath, I pulled off his cock with a wet slurp. I looked into his eyes as he looked down at me, on my knees. I rubbed his giant black cock all over my face. “Oh Coach. I love your big black cock. I love sucking it.” Over my cheeks, my lips, my neck, all over my face I rubbed that mighty cock. I was breathing so hard from him fucking my throat and from my own excitement. “Coach, please, fuck my mouth.”

He didn’t need more than that. He pulled back from my face and pushed through my lips and straight down my throat. Yes! This time, as he held my head, he pistoned his huge black pole in and out of my mouth. I sucked hard and used my tongue when I could, letting his cock ride along my tongue on its way to my throat, always humming my joy and appreciation. Soon he picked up his pace. Oh yes! My eyes pleaded with him, cum for me! Cum in my mouth! Please, cum!

His grip on my head tightened. His pounding of my lips hardened. His cock swelled. “Jenny….Jenny….I’m gonna cum….I’m gonna…cum….in ….your…..mouth…..oh Jenny….gonna…..CUM!!!!!

Blast after blast of hot cum shot into my mouth as he continued to pound my soft lips. “UUNNGGHH!! UNNGGHH!!” he grunted, his pulsing cock still pistoning into my clutching, milking throat. I saw stars and felt like I might faint. Instead, my body started to shake, until “Cccooouuggh!” I shouted into his spewing cock and I called out my own orgasm. My body quaked and trembled with each thrust of his cock and each new stream of cum that jetted into my belly, and still I slurped on his cock and sucked on his cock and milked his cock, both of us shaking and grunting.

Three hours after this phone call, Senator Gifford was still in the towel robe standing on his balcony, gazing at the stars. He was a soldier and knew how to handle pressure. His training had taught him to remain calm under the most intense pressure and that is what he was trying to do. But it was hard. “Who could these people be? Who would do such a thing?” He thought to himself.

David Gifford was a confrontational politician who, in the recent past, had made some very serious enemies. In fact, he had made more enemies in his political career then he had made in the battlefields of Vietnam and Desert Storm. Yet he was a soldier in the battlefield and had remained a soldier in politics. While most politicians spoke a diplomatic language, Gifford knew no compromise! After 9/11, he had supported the war in Afghanistan and he was supporting the War in Iraq. It was his aggressive anti-Muslim speeches that drew him the crowds. In a fragile time, people had started seeing him as a strong man who could say things other politicians were afraid to say. It was this sheer aggressiveness of his that had made him so popular. Now, with a following of millions, he knew he had to remain calm at this time of crisis. He knew that any sign weakness on his part would be used by his political opponents to destroy his image. He had to remain calm in front of the media and in the speeches he would make. He must not let his enemies use this kidnapping as a chance to destroy him politically. He had to fight.

A few minutes later, while gazing at the sky he realized that the phone inside the living room was ringing. Turning around he rushed inside the house.

“Mr. Gifford… some press people are here to interview you. Should I send them away?” It was Irene his personal operator.

He paused for a second and looked at his watch. It was 10:00 pm at night but if he turned away the press, the newspapers next day would write something like, “Senator Gifford refuses to appear in front of Press!” One news heading like that and his political career was finished. He had to face the reporters no matter how late it was and he had to look under control.

“Mr. Gifford???” Irene spoke again.

“No send them in and tell them I will be down in a minute.” He said and then rushed in the washroom to change his clothes.

A few minutes later Gifford hurried down the stairs buttoning his cuffs. Dressed in dark gray trousers and a white shirt, Senator Gifford looked freshly shaven and totally in control. The light smell of his cologne filled the sitting room the moment he entered. To his surprise there was only one person waiting for him in the sitting room. She stood up to greet him as walked towards her.

“Hello Mr. Gifford. I am Amanda Young from World Today!” She said offering a hand.

“Pleasure to meet you Miss Young. Please have a seat.” Gifford said as he examined the bronze skinned, ultra-tanned brunette in front of him. She was surprisingly young for a professional journalist, with dark hair falling below her shoulders in curls. Yet she had the body of a much mature woman. In the first glimpse, Gifford estimated her to be in her early twenties no more. Yet she had the sensual body of a much mature woman. At 5.8 inches without heels she was heavily built and not slim and slender. Yet the weight was in such right places that most men would just look at her and drool at those curves. As she stood in front of the Senator, her shoulders were pulled back and her large breasts jutted outwards stretching the fabric of her red t-shirt. Gifford looked at her amazing chest and calculated her bust size to be a 38DD or most likely an E. Then his gaze returned to her face and he noticed her black eyes and dark eye lashes. She was definitely a woman to behold.

“Please have a seat.” Gifford repeated and sat down in front of her.

“Thanks!” She said looking a little tense. It seemed as if she was new to this profession and was probably meeting a high profile figure for the very first time.

“I am sorry about your wife and sorry to be disturbing you at this time but this news has to go in the papers tomorrow.” She said brushing a strand of hair from her face.

“I understand.” Gifford stated smiling politely.

She crossed her legs, pulled out a pen and placed her writing pad on her lap. This further confirmed Gifford”s assessment that she was new, as professional journalists never took notes that way.

“What newspaper are you working for again?” Gifford asked.

“World Today.” She replied with a nervous smile.

“Oh right!” Gifford leaned back on his chair. “What questions can I answer for you?” Gifford stated.

“When did you find out about her disappearance?”

“About …(looking at his watch) three hours ago” “Who do you think is behind it?”

“I really can not speculate at this point. So far we have no clue.”

“Are you satisfied with the progress of the investigation?”

“Oh yes I am satisfied!”

“In spite of the fact that FBI has given you no clue?”

This made Gifford look straight into her. She was scribbling on her pad without looking at him and it made Gifford realize for the first time that she was not as innocent as he had initially thought her to be. This interview was not going to be as easy as he thought. She was young but was definitely not a kid.

“Well… as you know Miss Young, investigations like these take some time. But the people working on this case are highly trained, competent professionals and I have confidence in them.”

She kept scribbling on her pad.

“Do you suspect this to be the work of Islamic Terrorists?”

This was really not the question Gifford wanted to answer. A statement from him on this issue was going to affect America”s image around the world. He knew that if he answered in a “yes” and it later turned out to be the work of some white trash, then he would be spending the rest of his career apologizing. He would have to eat his words just like the officials who initially accused Muslim Fundamentalists of Oklahoma City bombing. Questions like these at times like these were tough.

“I … (he paused for a second) I really cant point fingers at anyone at this stage. Its too early.”

“But I am not asking you to point fingers.” She raised her head and looked at him straight in the eyes. “I am asking if you SUSPECT it to be the work of Muslim extremists? President Bush has told the nation very clearly that there are Al-Qaeda cells operating across USA. Are you totally rejecting that as a possibility?”

“I am not rejecting the President”s statement that there no Al-Qaeda cells across USA.” He calmly took out a cigar. “But …is the kidnapping of my wife the work of those cells? We will have to wait and see.” He smiled. He had very successfully evaded question that could have killed him.

“Thanks a lot.” Amanda said and stood up gathering her notes.

“It was a pleasure talking to you. I hope they find her soon.” She said shaking his hand. This time when Senator Gifford shook her hand he noticed the look of confidence in her that he had not seen earlier.

“Allow me to escort you to the gate.” He said and then took out his business card from his wallet. “In case you have any more questions.” He smiles at her and they exited the room together.

*Chapter 4:*

Madeline stood inside the house and looked around. The interior was unexpectedly posh with wooden furniture and plants. There was a red stone fireplace on one side but there was no fire. The room was dimly lit with natural light coming from the large glass window. She wanted to go to the window and see the view outside but was drawn instead to the large wooden clock mounted on the wall. She walked towards it and looked at it. It was a heavy clock with bold roman numeric against a white background- no doubt a priceless antique. For a few moments she stood motionless looking at the majestic clock. Then suddenly she wanted to know where she was. She looked around and saw a wooden stairway leading to the first floor of the house but she hesitated to go there. Instead she made her way to the glass window and looked outside at the landscape. The rose garden outside was as foggy as ever.

Suddenly, she woke up on the floor. There was no carpet beneath her and she realized that the floor she now sat on was cold. There was no furniture in the room, just some rusty, old exercise equipment. There was only a small window in the room through which she could hear the dogs barking in the night. She kept looking at it, for at that moment, this tiny window seemed like her only contact with the outside world. The sky was black with shiny stars. She kept looking at it till it turned bluish black, then dark gray and finally sky blue. The stars had disappeared and sunlight was now coming into the room.

Birds were chirping outside when the door was suddenly flung open. Her captor walked in. She looked at him terrified. He stood expressionless looking down at her. As usual his eyes showed no feeling, no emotion. “I am sorry you had to spend the night in the floor here.” He said shoving both hands in the pocket of his jeans. “I was preparing the other room for you. ” He said and with his eyes he gestured her to follow. It was a subtle gesture with eyebrows only. Yet it had an air of gentle authority to it that she could not see herself disobeying. She stood up and followed him out of the room. There was a sitting lounge outside with a couch, a glass table and a few cushions on the floor. There was a large TV in the corner of the room and a sliding glass window that seemed to open in a balcony outside. On the opposite side of the living room an oval dining table and a kitchen counter. They walked from between the living room and the kitchenette and then through a passage that had bedrooms on both sides. The door was already open and Madeline followed her captor till they were standing in the middle of what seemed like a large bedroom. There was a built-in closet on one end and with the exception of the bed there was no furniture. It was obvious that this apartment had been abandoned some time back and though there was not much in it, the place had been kept spotlessly clean.

“I am sorry but this is all the luxury I can give you.” He said and then pointed to a corner of the room. “That is the suitcase you were carrying in your trunk.” He said. She looked at where he had pointed and saw her suitcase. Of all the things, it was this that she was most glad to see. It contained a few sets of clothes, a pair of extra shoes, a tooth brush, tooth paste and other beauty care stuff she usually took with her when she went on international flights. “You have 25 minutes to get ready for the breakfast.” He said and exited the room closing the door.

Alone in the room she took a deep breath and ran her fingers through her blonde hair. She still had not gotten over what had happened to her. A day ago she was on her way to her home to meet her husband and now she was in the middle of nowhere, in an abandoned residential complex in a deserted industrial area. “What the fuck!” She said and sighed. Just like the living room she had seen outside, her bedroom also had the same glass sliding doors that opened in the same balcony. She walked towards the doors and slid them open. A strong gust of inward wind blew her blonde hair back and she had to throw her head back closing her eyes for an instant. Then she stepped outside into the balcony and realized that she was on top most floor of what seemed like a residential complex for the factory people.

Standing in the balcony she examined the landscape ahead of her. The place looked like a garbage dump as far as her eyes could see. This area was not one factory but a whole abandoned industrial block, whereall sorts of industrial litter covered the landscape. The buildings, which at one time would have been factories and storage facilities, were now nothing but industrial garbage dumps. The new laws introduced by her husband”s government required industries to move further away from the cities and this place, which would have been packed with factory workers at one time, was now completely deserted. It was nothing but a giant graveyard of industrial waste.

Half an hour later they were both seated on the table oval besides the living room eating in silence. The breakfast included fried eggs, brown bread and a bottle of orange juice. There was a box of cereal and some milk but Madeline never touched it. She looked at him up close. His lean bony face was as expressionless as ever.

“How long will you keep me?” She asked.

“Depends on your husband.” His reply was calm.

“What do you want from him?”

He looked into her eyes and then wiped his lips with a napkin. “Unconditional withdrawal of American forces from Iraq and Afghanistan!” He said and stood up.

She looked at him baffled. Was he idiotic enough to think that her husband alone could cause this change in American foreign policy and pull the troops out of Iraq and Afghanistan? His reply made her realize that she would be here for a while. There was no conversation after that.

*Chapter 5:*

The office of the police chief was full of reporters. They waited outside the main door, which had been closed for over an hour now. They were waiting for the three men to come outside and give statements for the press. These statements were what the whole nation was waiting to hear.

Minutes ago an email had been received by the FBI office in which the kidnapping of Mrs. Gifford had been confirmed. The sender had placed a demand that American forces must withdraw from Afghanistan and Iraq within 2 weeks or the hostage will be slaughtered just like Danielle Pearl. After mentioning a list of atrocities American forces had committed in the region the sender of the email had said that in order to save the lives of innocents that were being killed everyday by US troops, he had no choice but to kidnap Mrs. Gifford. He had also said that it would have been easier for him to abduct a common American citizen but he wanted the political elite of America to suffer not the common man. That is why Madeline Gifford was selected.

The press had remained silent about the email for reasons of national security. But the news had to come out and they wanted a statement from the authorities. For this very reason they were gathered outside the office of Edward Spencer the Police Chief. At the moment Spencer was in a meeting with Senator Gifford and Chuck Gordon, the most experienced detective of the FBI!

“This guy is an AL-QAEDA operative can”t you people see that???” Gifford yelled in frustration as he slammed a fist on Eddie Spencers desk. “Look at his demands for Christ Sakes!!! He is not asking for money… he is not asking for the release of some prisoners. He wants withdrawal of USA from TWO COUNTRIES damn it … TWO GOD DAMN COUNTRIES!” He yelled out the last words.

Eddie Spencer looked at Chuck Gordon who was leaning calmly on his desk.

“Mr. Gifford, please gather yourself.” Gordon stood up from the desk and walked around it. He filled a glass with water and walked towards Senator Gifford and placed it on the wooden table in front of him.

Gifford regained his composure, “Look, all I am saying is that this is an organized and trained terrorist cell. They are trying to influence the foreign policy of our country. This case is BEYOND regional police. It is BEYOND FBI! We need to get Pentagon involved. We need to get the Delta Force!”

Spencer took a deep breath and leaned back on his reclining chair.

“You are over reacting Senator.” Chuck Gordon spoke calmly. “This is no AL-QAEDA or any terrorist cell! This is some lone guy sitting some where in the outskirts of our city. I can visualize him right now. He is sitting on a PC and a fax machine and sending these messages. In 24 hours he has virtually brought a super power down to its knees.” Gordon paused for a while and then pulled out a cigar. “He is no Al-Qaeda! There are no terrorist cells in the USA and WE the FBI know it!” He lighted the cigar and took a puff. “Just look at the terrorists we have imprisoned in Guantanamo Bay! They have all been taken from Afghanistan and Pakistan. Not a single one was picked up from USA because there are no foreign terrorist cells here!” He then turned and walked around the desk. “The President and the Foreign Office give people fairy tales to believe. They have to sell two regional wars to the taxpayers so they create these fairy tales. As an FBI officer with thirty years of field experience I can assure you that there is no Al-Qaeda or any other Islamic terrorist organization in USA! This is a lone man somewhere in the outskirts and we can deal with him.”

When the door opened Spencer was the first one out, followed by Gordon and then Gifford. The reporters and the news crew herded around them. “NO QUESTIONS PLEASE!” Spencer pushed his way through the crowd creating space for the two men who followed. “WE WILL GIVE OUT STATEMENTS IN THE PRESS MEETING TOMORROW” He said as he shoved his way past the reporters. Through the thick of the crowd Gifford noticed the girl in white shirt. His eyes examined the buxom figure, the amazing chest that flared outwards. He noticed how the shoulders that were pulled back causing the white shirt to press back against the roundness of each bosom. Without looking at the face he knew it was Amanda Young. When their eyes met he smiled at her but she had seen him ogling at her figure a few minutes ago. She did not return his smile. Instead she gave him an expressionless wink and that caused his boner to move inside his pants.

Seven hours later at exactly 8:00 pm that evening, Senator Gifford was sitting in the VIP dining lounge of Baton Rogue Hotel with mild Italian music playing behind him. It was the same hotel where he had brought his wife for their first date. But today he was alone on the table. There was a large fish tank behind him in which there were scores of multi-colored fish. Baton Rogue was an expensive restaurant in which reservations had to be made days in advance. While the main lounge was always cluttered, the VIP lounge upstairs was a calm place where rich business men and high profile political elite dined.

The last two days had been very hard for Gifford and he had to get away from it all. He wanted some time with himself so he had come to Baton Rogue all alone. The news of his wives kidnapping had been in the media therefore the waiters, who knew him quite well, looked at him and whispered amongst themselves. Suddenly, his cell phone rang. He was in no mood to pick it up but before switching it off he looked at the caller display. “Amanda Young” It read. Quickly he picked up the phone and said, “Hello…”

“Mr. Gifford this is Amanda … Amanda Young from …”

Before she could complete her introduction Gifford spoke, “Good evening Miss Young how are you doing?”

“I am fine Senator Sir.” She laughed. “I was waiting to catch you this afternoon at the Office of the Police Chief but …

“Oh yes … we…” For a second Senator recalled the glimpse of her standing among the reporters at the office. He remembered how he had been able to recognize her just from her body. How she had seen him ogling at her and how she had winked at him. The memories produced a sensation in his trousers. It was the same sensation that he had experienced when she had winked at him. “Well Miss Young … I do not have any new information to give you quite frankly. But… if you want to join me for a casual chat, I am upstairs in the VIP lounge of Baton Rogue.”

It took Amanda an hour to get there and that hour was one of the longest hour of Senator Gifford”s life. He ordered and consumed two cocktails in the waiting. Finally he looked at his watch and it was 9:00 pm. He was going to light a cigar when he noticed the beautiful brunette walking towards him. The glimpse of Amanda Young he saw that instant, was to remain with him forever.