The Taken Saga

A collection of the first three stories in the Taken series. The stories follow the trials and tribulations of British Army officer's wife and daughter, Arabella and Georgiana. An impromptu visit to Northern Cyprus puts them in the hands of a corrupt police chief who is set to use the gorgeous women for his own ends: Extract: "This was in your daughter's handbag," he said. Arabella glanced at the younger woman who was silently shaking her head in denial. He continued. "Possession of illegal substances is a very serious crime in Turkey." He said a few more words in Turkish and Arabella was dragged to her feet. "As with all drug smugglers, you must be properly searched." He folded his arms and looked the mature woman slowly up and down. "Now strip!" "You must be bloody joking," Arabella said. "Do I look like I'm fucking joking," said the senior policeman. "You have ten seconds to start to remove that pretty dress or my men will do it and I promise they won't be gentle!" She looked at the three other men who were clearly itching to get their hands on her and then looked at her innocent daughter. Slowly and reluctantly she began to unzip her dress, letting it drop to the floor and stood still with her arms across her breasts. The police chief consumed the refined woman with his eyes. Standing in front of him dressed in heels, silk underwear and expensive jewellery, she was a sight to behold. Her 36C breasts were perfectly showcased in the red brassiere and her well groomed pussy pressed enticingly against the thin gusset of her panties. Commander Kaya liked what he saw but was going to see a lot more. "I told you to strip," he said in English before barking at his subordinates in Turkish again. The two young men stepped forward to grab the woman's arms as the police chief pulled out a flick knife, opened it with a quick movement of his wrist and quickly slashed all four of her bra straps. The cups fell away and revealed her perfect breasts to the room. "Very nice, my dear," said the commander, openly ogling her before reaching down and ripping her skimpy knickers off her body with one violent motion. All of Arabella's poise and arrogance left her with that last flimsy shred of material. She stood in front of the men like a rabbit in the headlights, her arms still restrained by the young police officers. Her chest heaved and her body trembled slightly; her firm tits oscillating in a very stimulating way. The four men looked at her with eyes full of lust.