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Clyde (lclyde@hotmail.com) *** Two school friends discover a series of terrible sex crimes occurring in different parts of the world. The victims are all young women under 21 years old. They are always attacked whilst in groups and in isolated areas. After the assault the victims cannot remember a thing. Despite at least a dozen of these attacks no one in authority seems to have made an obvious link. Will these two English schools girls be able to solve this mystery? Would they do better to ignore the evidence they have chanced across? * Sophia Childs and Paula Brookes sat in the Common room. They chatted excitedly about the film Alien they had seen the night before. They compared it to other films of a similar theme. The conversation soon got deeper and they both gave their theories on whether or not there was life on other planets. They noted that the tabloid press was always keen to publish stories of 'Third encounters' and alleged alien abductions. Sophia, who was fairly astute for her fifteen years, pointed out that most of the abducted seemed to be a bit simple. Why don't these aliens abduct a top scientist or a politician? She questioned. The Principle of Sutton Park Girls' Grammar School would have approved of such an intellectual argument. She encouraged her students to question and debate. Their parents had paid good money to send them to such a prestigious school and they too would hope for such astuteness. The pupils studied hard so as not to let their parents and their school down. They of course were not perfectly behaved. Compared to the pupils at local sate schools and colleges they were almost angelic. Their rebellion against the system comprised of consuming the occasion bottle of cider or can of lager. Other activities such as a midnight summer dip in the local lake also took place. The teachers knew that these things happened and occasionally challenged them. In the main they choose to turn a blind eye. To encourage the students to improve their comprehension the school library took foreign language magazines. A week or so after her Alien conversation Sophia was doing her best to read a copy of a German magazine Stern. It had an article about the behaviour of members of the British Royal Family, a regular feature in the European press. It was filled with photos of various celebrities. Sophia found it fairly easy to read, but had her dictionary nearby just in case. She knew Stern was renowned for it forthright depiction of national and international events. In the past it has not held back and has offended many with pictures of dead bodies and victims of crime. Sophia was unfamiliar with some of the words in the headline and the text. She reached for the dictionary. She scribbled down the word on a scrap of paper. Sex.... Gang.... abduct.... Tourists.... Sophia was appalled and she felt a sickness in the pit of her stomach. She wished she had not bothered to translate the headline. Having done so her natural curiosity made her want to know more. She read the hard-hitting story slowly so as to understand it, writing down unknown words and looking them up. She made a point of learning any new words she discovered. The story unfolded. A group of five teenage students had been hiking in North Germany as part of an outward-bound course. They had camped near Merzi and were attacked in the dead of night. A Forester found them all the following morning huddled together in a state of shock. Their tents and clothing were in tatters and most of their possessions were vandalised. They were unable to tell the police what had occurred. Initial Medical examination revealed that they had all been rapped virginally and anally. The evidence seemed to suggest that a gang up to thirty had been involved. Just how the authorities had come that conclusion was not discussed. But there was the allegation of a cover-up so that tourism would not be affected. To date the police had no real leads and were looking rather incompetent. The young woman wondered why none of the British press had picked up on the story. The cynic within her then realised that as no British people were involved they would have little interest. That afternoon she met up with her friend Paula in the school grounds. They sat under a Horse Chestnut tree and chatted about various things. The story kept coming into Sophia's mind and she had to share it. At the appropriate moment she started to tell her friend. Before she could get past the first part of the grizzly tale Paula interrupted. To both their amazement she had read of a similar story on the Internet. Only her story was not from Germany but from Altona in the north of the USA. Paula then told how a minibus full of High school students travelling back from a hockey match failed to return home that evening. A search was instigated. The following morning they were all found huddled together in the damaged bus up a dirt track. Likewise they had also been rapped in a similar fashion. The local papers, TV stations and radio had not even reported it. On the web page was the normal American paranoia about various conspiracies. The girls thought that it was a strange coincidence that two similar attacks could happen within a couple of weeks of each other, in completely different parts of the world. Paula suggested that there might be a link. Sophia couldn't see that there could be. The conversation then moved on to other things and then it was time for their next lessons. During the rest of the day both girls kept thinking about the stories and tried to fathom out this mystery. * The next morning Sophia was in the library seeking some extra information for a geography project. She noticed Paula come in some ten minutes later. They then sat together whilst carrying on with their individual studies. Paula was reading a trying to read a French magazine article as part of her homework. Sophia glanced over and recognised Paris Match as one that she regularly read. She found French easier than German on the account that she had studied the language since she was five years old. German was something she had only embarked on for three years. Paula was having difficulty with the article and asked her friend for help, which she was pleased to assist with. After half an hour the French homework was completed along Sophia had the extra information she required. They whispered quietly to each other as Sophia casually flicked through the magazine. She then stopped and turned back some of the pages. She felt herself shudder slightly and the hairs stood up on the back of her neck. 'Look at this! She exclaimed in a load whisper. Paula looked. Between them they translated the headline, Perverts.... Attack.... Sleepover.... Girls. They continued reading only having to use the French dictionary a couple of times. As they read through the text the story had a familiar theme. Four juvenile girls were alone in a house near St Marie in the South of France. They were all friends having a sleepover. The parents were away for the weekend and a local neighbour was keeping an eye on their daughter. She called round the morning after the party to find the girls naked and in a state of shock. Again the medial test suggested they had all been rapped by a large number of individuals. The local Mayor had refused to comment, as had the local police. A local man had been arrested but after investigation been let go without a charge. They said nothing, folded closed the magazine and left the library. Both students then quickly hurried to their classes pondering what they had just discovered. It was not until the next day that the two friends bumped into each other in the dinning room. They sat together at an empty table. Both were impatient to speak but unsure of how to approach the subject. Sophia couldn't hold back any longer. She felt sure that all these cases were linked but could not see how. Paula commented that if they could show they were linked the newspapers might be interested in their story. They therefore decided to keep their theories to themselves and to investigate further. That evening Sophia and Paula would meet up to discus their strategy. Both being borders at the school made meeting up easy. The rooms were in separate buildings but were jus minutes apart. They decided to meet in the rose garden were one would hear what they were saying. Sophia had been back to the library and photocopied the articles and Paula had downloaded the American website onto a disc. They chatted about their discovery but could not come up with a believable theory. Paula thought that there might be a link with the occult, but then she did read a lot of horror novels. They decided that they would search the Internet for similar stories. A visit the Central library in Birmingham on Saturday to look at foreign magazines would also be worthwhile. Saturday soon came and Paula visited the school computer suite and started search for international new stories. It was a good day to use the computers as most of the students choose to visit family or local shopping centres. Sophia made her way on the bus to the City Centre and found a table near to the magazines. In her bag she had Spanish and Italian dictionaries. She had borrowed them from other students on the pretence that she might be going on holiday to those lands in the near future. Sitting near was an old man who she thought looked a little like Father Christmas! Sophia flicked though an Italian and French magazine without finding any thing relevant. She returned them to the rack and took a Spanish and a Portuguese publication. As she struggled to read them she noticed that the old man was shaking his head and tutting as he read a magazine. 'Terrible terrible,' he uttered under his breath in a strange ascent. Sophia felt sorry for him. She knew she shouldn't talk to strangers but he seemed harmless. She lent forward and asked him if he was all right. He explained that there was a dreadful story in his Swedish magazine. He went on to explain that originally he was from Sweden but had lived in England for some twenty years. He still had many friends and relations in Sweden. She asked him just what the magazine had said. He replied that a young lady of her tender years should not be subject to such a story. Sophia reached across the table and touched his hand. She assured him that she was not that young and it might be helpful for him to share his story. Reluctantly he started to explain. Sophia felt her mouth drop open a little as in guarded terms he explained how a group of female university students had been attacked whilst saying in a holiday lodge near Niemis in Sweden. All of them had been 'defiled'. He then spoke of his shame explaining that such things do not happen in Sweden. He then folded up the publication politely wished her well and left. Once he was out of site Sophia took the magazine out of the rack. She remembered the page he was looking at. She then went over to the photocopier, placed a coin in the slot and made a copy of the article. * Sunday morning the two friends once again met up in the Rose garden. They were both eager to exchange notes. Sophia quickly related the story from the Library and showed the cutting. Paula had spent some two hours with numerous searches and had found similar stories on various websites around the world. Nearly every part of the western world seemed to have had similar atrocities carried out on small groups of young women in isolated areas. That afternoon they removed a map of the World from one of the walls and laid it out on the floor of Sophie's room. With the help of a school atlas they then placed small pieces of paper in the approximate places the attacks took place. St Marie in South of France, Aoix in North Spain, Boulay in France and Merzi in northern Germany. The list from articles and the internet continued, Niemis in Sweden, Kukkola in Finland, Altona in the north of the USA and Farnham in southern Canada, Sanderson Texas and Santo Domingo in Mexico and finally the Percival Lakes area in Western Australia, which had suffered two incidents. Most of the attacks seemed to have happened in twos, usually within 60 miles of each other. They reckoned that they had discovered around twelve attacks in the last three months and still no one in the media had picked up on this international story. They wondered how many other attacks there had been in more secretive countries. They knew from their studies that countries with strict religious codes would shun a woman who had been rapped. Many women chose to suffer in silence rather than face ridicule and poverty. Clearly this was a story that was worth telling but who too? They felt pleased with themselves. But it had been a tiring day and they really should have some fun. They had arranged to meet up with three of their friends that July evening. Veronica, Mary and Manisha had planned to have a drink down by the lake in the local Country Park and had invited them along too. With the term nearly over they felt they all deserved it. Technically the Lake and its grounds were out of bounds after dark, but no one would know. The punishment would just be a telling off as they were very rarely in trouble, in fact they could be have been called model pupils. They returned the map to its place in the corridor and then returned to their rooms. Sophia dozed but was awoken by Paula. She said they had all decided to take their swimming costumes with them in case they fancied a swim. Sophia didn't like swimming so said she would not be taking hers but she was happy if they wanted to. They met up at the rear of the school grounds near the Sports Pavilion. A well-worn hole in the old fence lead in to the large Country Park. The pupils were very familiar with the Park. It was used by the school for orienteering, cross-country running and biology fieldwork. For the pupils of Sutton Park it was also an ideal place to relax after studying. They soon were walking along the Park's well-worn woodland paths. Within twenty minutes they were on one of the secluded sandy banks of the lake, having pushed their way through some undergrowth. They then sat down and unpacked the alcohol from their shoulder bags. Between the five of them was a good share of white wine cider and lager not forgetting a small bottle of vodka! Their parents would not have approved at all as they passed around the various drinks, swigging them from the bottles! In fact their parents would not have approved even if they had drunk them in a feminine way out of a tumbler. Mary's father was a Bishop in a Black Pentecostal Church. He lectured his Caribbean congregations on the dangers of 'Demon Drink.' Rum had been the downfall of her grandfather and thus she had heard this tale time and time again. Manisha was of Asian extraction. She was born in England but her parents had moved to the UK from India. They had tried to bring her up in their Hindu traditions whilst allowed her a fair amount of freedom. However, they still expected her to have an arranged marriage and to avoid alcohol and bad behaviour. She took this opportunity whilst at school to do things that in a couple of years she could never do again. Paula's parents were Roman Catholic and whilst not fanatical expected her to obey the school rules and the Commandments. Sophia, and Veronica had both had a more liberal bringing up but their parents would have been a little shocked to see them getting drunker by the moment. With a third of the drink gone Manisha stands up and announces that she is going for a swim. With that she starts to unwrap her skirt and pull off her large tee shirt. Soon she was down to her white plunge back swimsuit. She had bought it on the previous day and was dieing to show it off. Her mother would have never chosen such a skimpy item. It didn't quite cover her well-rounded bottom allowing everyone to catch a little glimpse of her cheeks. When she turned around her friends giggled as they noticed that it hardy covered her pubic area! A tiny triangle of material just about kept her modesty from view. Her 34b breasts we accentuated by the tight sheer fabric. The costume gave the onlooker a tease as a tiny amount of breast protruded from each side of the design. Manisha had chosen it to shock and it had done the trick! She wouldn't be permitted to wear it in the presence of her family but this evening everything was permitted. Not wishing to miss out on the fun Mary and Christina slipped out of their clothing to reveal their swimsuits. Mary's brown body looked good in her rather traditional dark blue suit. Her breasts were a good size smaller than Manisha's and she was below average height. However, her well-rounded rear and gorgeous grin made other girls a little jealous. Christina joked about her boring school regulation swimsuit. She stated that she didn't know it was a fashion show! Despite its uniform appearance the black Lycra suited her. Her short blond hair, golden skin and long legs looked good against the dark fabric. Paula waited until last before slipping out of her summer dress. She announced that she couldn't find her costume so had put on one of her old dance leotards. Despite the fading light its shocking pink colour could be seen. She had her long dark hair tied back. Her trim athletic figure was hugged tightly by the garment, which had fitted her so well last summer but now really was too small. Soon all four were splashing about in the lake. They didn't have care about what they were wearing, there was no one to impress. At this time in the evening the dog walkers and bird-watchers had gone. In fact it was common practice for some of the more outlandish pupils to skinny-dip in the Lake. The water was not very deep if the swimmer stayed within ten meters of the bank. In their drunken state they wisely decided that they would stay nearby. Sophia looked on drinking another bottle of beer. She had lost count of how many drinks she had consumed. One thing was for certain. She needed to have a pee. She called out to them to explain why she was going back into the undergrowth. They laughed and Christina announced that she had already been in the Lake! The light was now starting to fade as Sophia started to make her way through the undergrowth out of their view. She found a small clearing pulled down her shorts and panties and gave a sigh as she relieved herself. She then began to pull up and adjust her clothing. For some reason her eyes were drawn to the dusk sky. She could see a blue light in the distance. She wondered if it was a helicopter or a light airplane. Suddenly the whole area was bathed in an electric blue light. For a moment she was mesmerised. It reminded her al little of a nightclub she had visited a few months earlier. Sophia finished fastening her shorts and started to make her way back to the waters edge. As she approached the last line of scrub she stopped still. She could no longer hear her friends' laughter and noise. She gingerly peered through the bush in front of her. She then froze in fright. In the sky above the lake was a large dome-shaped object, about the size of a marquee. It was completely transparent. She was aware of a slight hum, which was barely audible. All other sounds seemed to have stopped. Her four friends were just standing upright in the water, which rested calmly around their waists. She continued to try and focus on the dome. She could now see it hovering above the edge of the lake just meters from her. Around its circumference she could plainly see people standing. It then came to rest just above her friends' heads. None of them moved it was a though they were all in a trance. She could now see the occupants a little more clearly. They appeared to wearing some kind of metallic uniform. She could count sixteen of them. Then in unison they removed their headwear. They looked like young men in their twenties but were completely bald. They then stepped out of the all-in-one suits. At this point Sophia pinched herself. This was the stuff of movies and fictional books. To her amazement she did not wake up. She refocused on the craft. The men inside were now naked. From her position she could only see their rears. She continued looking secretly hoping that one might turn round! For the moment she forgot her friends who continued to stand motionless in the water. The alcohol had clearly affected her judgment. Ordinarily she would have ran to get help but for some reason she stayed and continued to observe. The craft then lowered itself further so that it nearly touched the surface of the water. Her friends were now within the dome. She willed them to dive and swim away but they continued to stand apparently unaware of what was happening. A few moments passed and nothing happened. Then just like a conjurers trick her friends began to rise out of the water. Soon they were levitating in a standing position. They all stared towards her with blank expressions. The men then levitated towards them surrounding them. Then they moved back and formed four groups each one surrounding a different girl. In this new formation Sophia could see what she desired. In deed she now had a very good view of a man's front. But it was not as she had seen in the biology textbook, or for that matter in the porn mags that occasionally were passed around. For these men had not one penis but two, which stood erect and were much bigger than she had envisaged. They both sprung from the normal place and the one nearest from the body was the largest measuring some ten inches in length. The other only a modest six inches. Sophia could not believe her eyes; in fact she rubbed them, in the vain attempt to wake up from this weird dream. As she looked up she noticed that her friends were now levitating on their backs each still surrounded by four beings. Sophia then noticed the being put forth their arms bringing them to rest a few inches above the hovering girls. Then in a second the flimsy fabric of their swimwear was torn from their young bodies. Sophia could clearly see Christina naked apart from a few stands of her black regulation swimsuit. She was only about eight meters away. Her perfect well-toned body and unblemished skin now completely revealed bathed the blue cosmic light. Then, as if cords were attached to her ankles, her legs started to rise until they were at a forty-five degree angle to her body. For a few moments they remained in the same position. The beings then circled around their victims. They then stopped in a new formation. One was positioned facing the legs, whilst the other four stood to the side of each girl. The legs were then jerked open by some invisible force. Sophia could clearly see Christiana's trimmed pubic hair. To her left she could just view the naked breasts of Manisha. Her dark nipples and areola proudly standing out silhouetted against the strange light. What happened next made all Sophia's research into the international outbreak of sex crimes make some sense. The being at each girl's feet approach and oozed from the end of their largest glad a milk-like substance, which looked like hand-cream. It gently flowed from its bulbous end and fell on their prisoner's pubic area. A had then came forward and began to gently smooth the gooey liquid on their virginal orifices. She wanted to look away as she viewed her friend Christina being assaulted. But the mysterious way in which it was being carried out made her want to watch. It didn't look like a sex attack but rather a surgical procedure. 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