Amina wanted to be a normal 18 year old but her father was very traditional and her mother was meek and would never speak against the man of the house. Amina would secretly look at Western internet sites and she would smuggle Western magazines into her room if she could obtain any. Her mother would get very concerned and whisper to Amina that, if she were discovered she would be sent to the Training Centre which had been set up by the strict Government to enforce traditional moral laws on young girls.

Like any teenager, Amina ignored warnings and was convinced that she could keep her secrets and hide from the Morality Police but it all came crashing down one afternoon as she was leaving school. She saw the two Morality Police in their black uniforms standing either side of the school gate but they were letting everyone through so Amina was not worried.

The moment that she set foot outside of school grounds, one of the MP stepped in front of her and the other fell in behind her. All her school mates filed past with their eyes fixed forwards. The larger of the MPs asked her name and Amina falteringly replied. Immediately, her hands were pulled behind her and she felt the cold steel lock into place. One of the MP pulled her cuffed hands backwards and upwards and the other pushed down on her upper back so she was forced to walk forwards bent at the waist with her arms straining and hurting. Their big, ugly van was just down the street and she was made to climb the step into the back and the door slammed behind her. She was now sitting on a narrow, hard bench in the dark apart from slits of light coming through the narrow windows near the roof of the van.

This was when the full horror of the situation almost overwhelmed the slim, young woman. Everyone knew about the MP and yet there were only terrifying rumors because nothing official was ever released about them apart from state propaganda telling how they were pushing back the tide of Western corruption and protecting the morality of the nation.

It was probably not a long drive and when the van door was opened, she saw that they were in a sort of loading bay with MP standing around. All MP were male because only males were trusted to enforce moral laws. Amina could have come out of the van by herself but she was not given the chance. Two MP came into the van and dragged her out so swiftly that she lost her footing and ended up being dragged.

The admissions hall was brightly lit with small rooms along each side. Amina was dragged into a small room tiled in white and her hands were uncuffed. She stood there in modest long white dress down to below her knees and black tights. She wore Western style trainers on her feet which was probably not a wise choice.

“Undress.”

The command was sharp and shocking. She was in the room with two MP and she knew she was properly covered so what possible objection could they have to her clothing?

The command was barked again right into her face and at full volume. Awkwardly, she balanced on one foot at a time and slid off her trainers but it was obvious that they wanted more than this. Her fingers were trembling as she unbuttoned her dress down the front and took it off; one of the MP took it from her. She was now in a plain white vest in accordance with the custom but her briefs, visible through her tights, were pink and in the Western style which, she knew, was forbidden. In her room at home she had enjoyed seeing how her shape pressed against the thin cotton but here, it just made her feel extremely vulnerable and self-conscious. Again came the rough command.

“Off! All off.”

Surely they couldn’t mean it. It was against the law for a woman to be seen naked by any man who was not her husband or a doctor. She pulled off her tights which exposed her intimate shape very clearly as her soft parts pressed against her underwear. She looked imploringly at the MP, silently begging them to tell her to stop, but they were hard faced.

Next she removed her vest exposing the plain and modest bra which kept her breasts enclosed and she froze. She just could not expose herself any further; her hands would not obey her command.

One of the MP stepped forward, grabbed both sides of her pants and yanked downwards causing her to stumble forward against his now bending body. The other MP was behind her and unclasping her bra prior to pulling it off over her limp arms which gave no resistance. Totally defeated, she stepped out of her underwear and stood naked with her hands doing their best to provide meagre cover. Totally without warning a slap landed on her cheek causing her to stagger sideways and only just manage to stay on her feet. One of the MP held out a brown, shapeless cotton dress which she gratefully pulled down over her head but she could not fail to notice that it barely reached to her knees so, by the standards of her culture, she was indecently exposed. The garment had no sleeves at all so her slim arms were bare as they would be if she were just in her vest.

Her hands were yanked behind her and she was handcuffed which was doubly bad as her tears had now begun to run down her face and she would dearly have liked to wipe her eyes. She was also aware that having her arms pulled backwards forced out her breasts which were only covered by a single layer of thin cotton. Strong fingers clamped around her upper arm dragging her out into the main Reception area where many people, MP and civilian, were moving back and forward or sitting down and observing the indecently covered young woman being pulled through their midst. She saw other girls dressed as she was; they were sitting down and shackled to benches to keep them from moving away.

They entered an even smaller room than the previous one and she was forced down into a wooden chair which had seatbelts not unlike those in a car but these were tight and did not slide in and out.