It is impossible to describe war, the conditions of any war, as normal. The act of war is an abnormality in itself, the concerted action of one group of men to utterly destroy another group. And yet, some "wars" are more abnormal than others.
War dehumanizes. It turns men into self-serving monsters-sometimes for the sheer sake of survival, sometimes for the strange gratification that the terribly frightened get from exercising power over the terribly helpless.
Cruelty, as this book makes clear, is the providence of the totally insulated coward. A man who is afraid may be cruel to prove his lack of fear to himself and others. He continues cruelty to prove again and again to himself that hs is strong and without fear, to dispell any lingering doubts.
Such men cannot live with the knowledge that every man is afraid. Their fear is that fear will run away with them if the slightest opening is given. And, most of all, they fear others of their own kind.
The African wars bring out the worst in modern man. The natives still practice cruelty as a cult made necessary to give them strength. To insulate their fear. The mercenaries who bring death for money must be stronger, better, braver because they have more to fear than the semi-civilized barbarity of the Japanese or Germans of World War II. They have the primitive evil of fear itself to confront.
THE PUBLISHER
CHAPTER ONE
Christina was tough. Everything about her testified to her endurance and stamina. Her athletic body, her intelligence and her mil were tough. If there was ever a human female built for survival it was Christina Anderson.
And yet she was also beautiful. Extremely beautiful. Though her legs and arms were muscular they were also shapely and well tapered. There was not an ounce of fat on her except for her breasts and bottom. Her boobs were resilient perfectly shaped big C-cup pears crowned by exceptionally large orange-brown nipples. Yet even these exquisite tits were surpassed in their loveliness by her superb bottom. Blessed with a large and accommodating pelvis her butt was broad, firm and full. Her ass globes were large taut hemispheres that cut with a crease in the back of her sensuous legs. Such a lovely body had obviously been designed to promote the continuance of the species.
But it was her face that men most remembered when they first met her. Angelic and clear skinned, it was crowned by long blond hair and accentuated by crisp bright blue eyes. In face, body and soul Christina was a gorgeous blond who had been made for fucking.
As a dedicated anthropology student the young virgin had been saving diligently to visit Africa, man's primordeal home. And so when her brother August graduated from high school, as a surprise to both of them, their family had given them a summer's vacation in Kenya.
They went with an especially arranged excursion for students and other young people, flying a chartered plane from New York City to Nairobi. From Nairobi the group of thirty or so young people was flown over the mountains to Kisumu and from there safaried into the depths of the Lake Victoria Basin.
Christina and Angus t shared a tent a bit apart from the rest to avoid the raucousness and noise of some of the more childish and less dedicated students who seemed to think a trip to Africa was just an excuse to make out. She felt fortunate, having a younger brother who wasn't that way.
Though the two were friendly, Christina and August had never been really close. They were almost opposites in personality. The girl was a serious student and athlete. Her younger brother was a dilettante at school and sports with a brash and impudent manner. Yet she felt warm toward him this evening. And then he spoiled the magic of the African night with his first words:
"I'd sure like to get in the pants of that little brunette Mary Dorset, "he began casually. Christina found both what he said and the way he said it unpleasant. But she did not criticize him, though she was shocked.
"Think I've got a chance to fuck her?"
She ignored his rude question.
"Did you see that real tall black when he took a piss by the tree? He's got one huge dong hung on him. It must be nine incites. Did you see it?"
Christina was displeased by the question but she remained mute. She. forgave her brother his frivolous over-preoccupation with sex but she refused to encourage him by talking of such things. And she was genuinely surprised by the anger in his voice with his next words.
"What's the matter with you, sis? Don't you know how to talk? Are you deliberately being rude? Or are you so hung-up about the size of a man's cock that you're speechless?"
"Why I ... I'm not hung-up about it, "she said in a halting startled voice, "but I just don't think it's a proper topic of conversation between a man and girl. That's all. Especially not brother and sister."
"What are you? Some kind of virgin?" August did not expect an answer to this but threw it out as an insult.
"Yes I am. And so what? Just because I behave a little better than a mere animal doesn't give you any reason to snicker." Christina stared into the African darkness, wondering where the magic of this strange land had gone to.
"August, let's not argue, "she said at last. In spite of her irritation, she didn't feel angry toward her brother. She knew it was just his way to be frivolous and insincere about love and sex.
The boy considered his sister for a moment, his eyes tracing over the trim figure that was not fully concealed by her neat clothes. She was truly exceptionally beautiful. And August had been horny for several days now. He had always been reckless with women and the strange African night made him more so. Sex was always a pleasure-his only real pleasure.
"Did you see that black man when he pissed?" he asked again.
"I turned my head aside, "she answered truthfully.
"Have you ever seen a man's cock?"
"No," she responded resolutely.
"Well you'll see one now," the boy said with a demonic grin. Quickly he unzipped his trousers and pushed them down his legs. His healthy prick stood straight up and erect from his firm body.
"Don't let's spoil the evening," Christina said curtly, looking straight ahead into the darkness. Yet in spite of her determination, the girl could not help but glance at that fascinating thing out of the comer of her eyes. Illuminated now only by the moonlight it stood quivering and proud, luscious in its soft pinkness.
For a half hour they remained quietly, the boy on his back with the hard pole jutting up into the air and his sister sneaking unwanted peeks at its firmness.
"Why is it so ... why is it standing up like that?" she asked at last, unable to keep her mind off his rigid penis. "That's not normal."
"Because the thought of that beautiful body of yours and that hairy blond cunt between your legs keeps it that way," her brother answered abruptly, rolling over and putting both hands on her shoulders. Quickly he crawled on top of her.
"Let me go," Christina threatened. Her heart beginning to beat rapidly. But immediately she felt a pressure against her chest. It took her a moment to realize what was happening. Her brother was unbuttoning her khaki blouse.
"Stop!" she gasped at last when the shirt was almost fully opened. "You can't. Besides you're my brother."
"Tail's tail, "muttered the boy callously, pulling the blouse wide open. She lay under him, panting, her naked belly glistening in the moonlight. Her thick protective bra shone white against her flesh, tantalizing to his eyes. Quickly he unsnapped the hook.
"August, no!" Christina moaned in confusion and surprise. She s till didn't believe what was happening. "You don't know what you're doing. Stop. I won't tell if you stop now."
Suddenly she felt a release of pressure on her chest. A cool African breeze played across her naked tits. In disbelief she looked down to see her large boobs jutting up naked from her trim body. In the full night light they appeared as huge mounds of soft creamy flesh, rising from her chest as quivering white mountains crowned by the large dark tips. In consternation she saw that her nipples were hard, wrinkled and puckered.
"August," she gasped, "August, what are you doing?"
In response the boy grasped the resilient mounds, one in each hand, kneading them with his fingers. His thumbs rubbed the nipples coarsely, bringing them to even greater erection.
Christina stared down at her naked boobs, watching them being fondled and petted as though she were in a movie watching it happen to someone else. It was a stranger's breasts that were being thumbed and courted to tingling awareness. Amazed she gazed at them as they seemed to swell and thicken under his hands, the nipples rising and stiffening in the cool breeze. Only vaguely did she realize the burning need that was mounting at the ends of her abundant jugs. It was all happening to someone else, somewhere else. She was just an onlooker.
She felt his warm hands reach under her short khaki skirt and raise it up to her belly. In dismay she stared at him as she perceived his fingers wrap around the elastic of her panties and press firmly against her cool skin.
"August," she said in distraction, "August you can't." Unused to such emotions she had only her logic to defend herself. "August, August you can't rape me. I'm your sister."
She felt the flimsy nylon briefs begin to slide over her bottom. She knew her pussy bush was gradually being exposed. In a moment, her cunt itself would be bared. She had to stop him. Anxiously she argued, speaking rapidly and forcefully.
"August, you can't. You can't rape your own sister. No one's ever seen me nude before. Not even my breasts. Stop it, August. Stop it!"
Yet it never occurred to her to use anything but words to repell the boy. Her arms and legs were strong as his. She could have tried to fight him off. But it was simply impossible. For August to fuck her would be incest, and incest was forbidden. Even her randy brother couldn't do that.
But it was a fact that Christime could feel the grass now against her naked bottom. It dawned on her that her twat was fully exposed. Forcefully she pushed her legs together but still she could sense the rolled panties being pulled down her thighs.
Speechless she looked around for help. Not six feet away two aged Bantu, block porters with large grins on their faces, watched with lascivious pleasure. Immediately Christina blushed with shame.
"August, make them go away. Make them go away!" she begged earnestly.
"Go away, "said the boy perfunctorily, fighting the thin briefs down to his sister's knees, struggling against her tightly closed legs.
But the old warriors didn't move. It was always fun to watch whites fuck. How different from their own youth when every woman-married or unwedwillingly offered themselves to their hard, strong battle tested bodies.
They laughed with glee. The timeworn bantus recognized the exquisite beauty of her body, knew that she was a virgin. Their expert eyes admired the fine fullness of her breasts, the plumpness of her ass, the richness of her golden cunt bush. How silly of her to lie there struggling like a trussed pig awaiting slaughter. Her blouse and thick bra were rolled up under her arms like a twisted rope. Her short khaki skirt fell uselessly across her tummy. Those ridiculously skimpy and impractical pink panties were knotted now about her ankles, her fantastic white flesh glimmered beautifully in the bright moonlight.
"Don't!" she whispered. "Stop it or I'll scream. I warn you."
"Go ahead and scream, "August said loudly, forcing the panties at last over her feet. Immediately he grasped at her knees and began to force her legs apart.
"Not so loud," she insisted vehemently. "People mil hear. And make them go away."
Christina did not know which was worse. To be raped. Or to let the whole camp of black Africans see her naked and ready to be raped. Or to simply be fucked while two old laughing natives watched with obvious glee.
But she didn't have time to think. She felt August's legs pressed between her knees, forcing them apart. She felt his hand impudently on her cunt, pinching and rolling her naturally full pussy lips. Something strange wrns wiggling inside her furrow, digging toward her hole. She knew it was his finger. She looked down between her swelling tits, saw her flat tummy followed by a rising mound of tight blond curly pussy hair. She saw her legs arched, spread wide open, giving easy access to her naked quim. And most of all she saw his quivering cock, shaped and poised like a spear ready to be thrust at the target. And the target was her own virgin cunt.
Suddenly logic gave way to emotion and she began to cry hysterically. "Don't do it to me, August. Please don't do it. Please, someone help me. I'm being raped. Please, someone help me."
Quickly the boy leaned forward, his hand still firmly caressing her pussy and his fingers solidly implanted in her slit. "Stop screaming," he whispered in her ear, his hard chest squashing her beautiful boobs. "Do you want the whole camp to watch me fuck you? Pm going to do it anyway. Do you want everyone to watch?"
"No, no," she gasped in a quieter voice, "I don't want them to see. But I don't want you to do it either."
"But I am going to do it," he asserted firmly, "and there's no one here who'll stop me. "His fingers spread her gash wider, probing deeper. Shuddering, Christina felt his touch up and down the coral slit. He found her little button, freed it from its enveloping flesh and began to roll and squeeze it.
"Oh, oh stop, stop!" she gasped. "Oh, oh don't do that. That's my clitoris."
"Don't you think I know what it is?" he chuckled softly, continuing the exploration of her most private parts. She lay pinned there shivering, excited but yet repelled by what was going on. Even she had never touched herself down there. Never would she have thought of masturbation.
"Hmmm, " he purred after a moment, giving a soft whistle.
"What's wrong?" she asked, suddenly aware of a new rise of anxiety. All she could feel was his hand pushing hard into her cunt where it shouldn't be.
"Your cherry. That's the thickest hymen. I've ever felt. It's as tough as leather. This is going to hurt."
"You or me?" The girl queried naively, a sense of alarm growing in her quivering breast.
"You, "he said curtly. "I don't even know if lean bust it with my cock."
"Then don't, August, don't," the pretty blond responded immediately. Uselessly she tried to argue with him. She had not yet captured the reality of the situation. None of this could happen to her. It was all being done to someone else.
"Sorry sis," he offered in a malicious voice. With his fingers he pulled her lips wide apart and for the first time pressed the head of his dpng against the sweating pink slit.
"August!" she said in desperation. "Stop it!" She looked around for help and saw that the two old bantus had been joined by four other natives from the safari. All six squatted around the two of them now not two feet away. Each wore a large grin as he watched the proceedings. There would be no help from them and if she screamed all the kids would see her spread out like this naked and indecently exposed.
Reality began to press in on her in the form of her brother's hard pole. Lubricated only by his own saliva he ground and pushed the knob against the resisting skin.
"Uh, uh stop it!" she repeated insistently, grunting with discomfort at his numerous unsuccessful jabs and thrusts. At last she came to her senses and began to fight hick, twisting her ass away from the offending pecker. She raised up off the ground and tried to push him away with her strong arms.
"Me help, "said one of the natives and grasped one of her shoulders, attempting to shove her back. Another grabbed the other shoulder and together they pushed her onto the grass. August took her hips firmly in his hands, holding them still so he could zero his peter in on her twat.
"Don't, don't, "cried Christina to the natives. "Stop him. He's trying to rape me."
"Umm, he strong man. He give you one good big fuck," replied one of the black audience.
"Ae, ae, uh, uhhhh," gasped the girl as she felt her brother's liard pole shoving and pushing at her tight tender quim, demanding entrance. "Oh God, August, please. It's my body. I don't want it in there. I don't want to be screwed."
"They all say that," he panted callously, impatient with his ability to break her cherry with his hard, fat cock. "You'll love it when I'm in."
"Use this," said one old bantu, handing him a short spear with the blunt end toward him. The stubby handle was a pole of hardwood about two inches thick.
"Perfect," murmured the boy, poising the thick rod threateningly only inches above her twisting twat.
"Don't, don't. No, no, August," cried the blond in panic, the suddenly she began to scream as the rough stick crashed piteously into her gash, split through the defending hymen and lodged itself deep into her virgin love cave.
"God, oh, oh, oh," she yelled, not caring now who heard her. "Oh, the pain. The pain, August. Oh please stop. Stop!" Face contorted and tears in her eyes her body twisted and writhed as the burning pulsed out of her cunt and rocked her whole body. Blood was everywhere. "August, August, it hurts. It hurts. Stop it. "
Ruthlessly the boy tossed the stick aside, positioned his cock expertly above his squirming sister and plunged it home. Her cunt was enormously hot and he kept shoving till the heat reached his very balls, he felt her body jerking, shaking and twisting beneath him. His ears were filled with her cries of pain and pleas for mercy.
Like an expert cocksman, he again pulled his pecker back to the knob, then began to pump it evenly and rhythm ically in to the damp pussy. It was unbelievably tight and resistant, but courageously he continued to push and screw his fat peter into the narrow hole.
"Oh God, oh God it hurts," Christina continued to moan pitiably. Her crotch was alive with fire and pain shot from between her legs, filling her whole body. There was no beauty or pleasure in this.
Only agony was inside her. She could feel that strange thing which did not belong there rudely pulling, shoving and pushing against her innards. She was disgusted, nauseous. How could he violate her body? It was hers and it sickened her to have him inside.
But the greatest agony was the humiliation. She was no longer intelligent or scholarly or athletic. Thousands of years of culture had been ripped away with her hymen. She was just an animal. A filthy, shitting, pissing female animal whose whole purpose in life was to provide a comfortable deep fuck well for another filthy sweating animal.
She could feel every inch of that fat thing pushing and pulling into her in a ridiculous selfish pumping motion. It trespassed upon her body and everything she stood for. In one cruel act he had deprived her of all dignity and thrown her back among the brute animals. And it was her own brother's fat penis that was doing it to her.
Stunned at what had happened she looked about. The. six tribesmen squatted with sparkling eyes, grinning brightly. One of them reached out his hand and squeezed it between her tight quim and her brother's pumping organ, pulling them apart so he could see the actual cunt to cock fucking better. August shifted his weight to give a clearer view, though never missing a stroke. The glossy-faced Negro pressed his nose almost against her twat as he stared at her fresh opened slit.
"Hm, very good. Lots of blood. Lots of blood. That's good. Have lots of children."
"Yes, that's good," seconded another, turning to peer into Christina's face. "He very strong man your brother. He'll give you many strong warriors."
"Children," groaned Christina in desperation. This was a new worry on top of the rest. She hadn't even thought of it. August had taken absolutely no precautions to keep her from getting pregnant. And of course she had none.
"Oh, August, August, don't come in me, "she began to whisper with new intensity. "Don't come in me. I just ovulated. Pull it out before you climax."
The eighteen-year-old laughed callously, continuing his excited but deliberate fucking. Gradually he was widening the hole, getting the juices to flow. He'd been through this many times before. His self-control was excellent.
"You don't think Pd go to all this trouble to hump you and then not come do you?" he asked, showing no regard whatever for his sister's problem. "Of course Pm going to come in you."
"But what if I get pregnant?"
"A bortion," he hissed, leaning forward to whisper it maliciously in her ear.
"But. what do I tell mommy and daddy?"
"That you were out screwing around and got knocked tip, of course."
"But they'll want to know who."
"Tell 'em you've been fucking so many boys you don't know which one did it. "He laughed softly as he saw the desperation and humiliation in his sister's face.
Steadily he pumped into her, his hands resting firmly on her hips to prevent escape. The two natimves continued to keep her shoulders firmly pinned. Her now sweaty body glowed pure white and irradiant in the moonlight. She stood out in detail from her brother's darker flesh and the black skin of the tribesmen.
She was breathtakingly beautiful as she lay there being humped. Her lovely well-turned legs were shown off exquisitely in their arched and wide spread position, leading up to her full firm round bottom. Her inner thighs stretched wide apart, there were wide inches of room for her lover's cock and balls as it plummeted between the full fat lips and repeatedly disappeared into the slippery shadowy crevice. The smooth flesh of her fiat tummy rose up over her rib cage to meet those perfect huge pear-shaped cones that jutted up proudly toward the stars.
Though Christina did not know it, any man could tell that she belonged like that, on her ass being balled by some heavy prod. She may have thought it humiliating, but it was what she was built for, her purpose in life. All her interests in school and sports, in the improvement of her mind were irrelevant. She was born to be fucked. It was her virtue to be a furry fuck hole for mankind.
At last August slowed down his humping and rested. She could feel him still buried hard cock inside her hole. "What now?" she asked at last, beginning to tremble again.
"Just resting before the real screwing begins," he smiled leaning forward and changing positions slightly. His legs straightened out more, his chest pressing against the tips of her cones. His arms slipped under her body and his hands moved up to support and cradle her head. Even the position of his pecker inside her altered its angle. She sensed this was a more loving, more comfortable position.
His hips began to twist and turn again, grinding his tool into her bloody crotch. She could feel the heavy knob begin to skip and bang against her cunt walls. No longer did he pump back and forth but instead revolved his meat into her. She sensed his thick hairs tickle and scratch her young clit, his coarse flesh pulling and squeezing it.
A strange sensation began in her snatch. A thrilling tickling warm itchy feeling that was not at all unpleasant. But its newness and strangeness frightened her. And that funny feeling in her pussy was becoming rapidly more powerful and demanding. She held her breath, not knowing what to do.
Suddenly she let out a sigh and then a moan. To her surprise she realized that they were sounds of pleasure. August had created a need inside her cunt and now he was both increasing the desire and beginning to satisfy it.
"Oh, August, what are you doing?" she murmured softly. She was now more afraid of herself, of her own body than she was of him. "What are you doing to me?"
"Screwing you, sis. Humping, balling, fucking you. Making love to you. Laying you. Getting a piece of your tail, your ass." He chuckled quietly and kissed her on the cheek. "I told you, you'd like it once we got started."
"Oh yes," she moaned, "but should I? When you 're my brother? And I might get pregnant? And with?"
"Shhh, "he broke in, kissing her full on the lips. For the first time Christina parted her lips and let a man's tongue slip into her mouth. She liked it at once. Greedily she sucked upon it as it plunged and explored deep toward her throat. He held it there forever. She. breathed through her nose to keep from suffocating. But the shapely blonde didn't mind. She wanted that moist quivering aliveness in her mouth and licked back at it with her own tongue. Persistently he increased the tempo of his screwing, grinding harder and faster into her quim.
Spontaneously her arms stretched about him. She rolled her legs behind his buttocks and locked them to his thighs. Their bodies began to sway and toss gently in the grass. Her tongue now forced its way into his mouth, kissing him as fervently as he had kisssed her. She was moaning now with her first experience of lust. The pain in her crotch was fast becoming joy.
Angus t pulled back for the first time in minutes now and shoved his dork full length inside her. "Oh, oh, uhhh huuu," she gasped. She. felt her face burn red with embarrassment because of her sudden pleasure.
But her brother only laughed. He began to kiss her ear, nuzzling and licking it with his tongue. Shivers ran up and down her body. She was weak now from anticipation and excitement. She trembled in mounting expectation.
He was pistoning into her faster and harder and deeper, ending each plunge with a twist and a screw that stretched and yanked her pulsing clitoris. She was sighing noisily with undisguised pleasure.
"Oh Augie, Augie fuck me. Fuck your older sister," she began to moan softly. "I do love it. Really I do. Ohhhh. "Their bodies rocked together easily now, each reinforcing the other. There was no longer any pain in her quim,. There was only the moist prickly grass under her nakedness, the. cool African breeze caressing her shimmering bare flesh and that heavenly warm sweaty body of her brother on top of her pressing her to the ground.
And most of all there was the reality of that huge prod of his snaking in and out of her bleeding private temple, caressing and kissing parts of her body she had never seen nor felt before. There was a new sensation in her crotch and she knew instinctively she was oozing love honey, washing her cunt lips and his prick with the. thick liquid to make its entry easy. A slippery, sloppy sound seemed to gush up from between their legs with each thrust now.
"Oh oh, oh, how wonderful, Augie. Keep fucking, brother. Don't every stop," she crooned as their asses swung back and forth, up and down together. Rapidly they were increasing the speed and force of their mutual thrusts. August too was beginning to emit km guttural sounds of animal pleasure. She could feel him hardening and thickening inside her, his rhythm becoming more urgent. Never had she heard or guessed of such a thing but she knew immediately what it was.
"You're going to come, aren't you dearest?" she cooed in growing excitement. "You're going to shoot your stuff in your sister. Oh I love you, Augie. Fuck me, fuck me hard, Augie. Do a good job. Yes, yes that's it. Oh, oh, oh."
The boy was humping and jerking his ass back and forth wildly now, crashing his pelvis into her crotch in rapid noisy slaps. She groaned and twisted excitedly under him. She arched her quivering twat time after time to meet him, anxious to feel his spear buried full hilt inside her.
Then ominously his body poised. She could feel him trembling and shuddering between her legs. With a quick lunge he shoved it all the way in, thoroughly impaled her on his fat meat, and paused once more. There was an instant of pain. She held herself stiffen beneath him, her cunt plastered against his balls, breathlessly savering every tiny quiver of the unbelievably huge sausage.
"He's going to come," she whispered in a hoarse throaty voice, "he's going to come. You niggers over there," she said to her black audience, "he's going to come. He's going to. He's going to, he is. Oh, oh. Everybody in camp. Everybody anywhere. Everybody. He's going to come in me. He's going to come in me. He is. He is. Oh, oh, now he is, now, now, now!"
Her ass jerked up off the ground and arched in a vain effort to impale her twat even further onto him. The quiver in his long tool had become a trembling, then a rhythmic shuddering and now it was an earthquake about to erupt inside her. And her cunt was quaking in time to his balls, united in their primordial lust. Then it exploded. Hot jism splashed, flooded and burned her tender grotto. She leaned her head back and began to scream loudly and heedlessly into the vacant night.
"He's coming," she yelled, "he's coming. He's coming. He is. He's filling me. He's fucking me, fucking me. Ah, oh, me too, me too. Oh God, God, God. I'm coming. Oh, I ... I'm coming. Oh I'm doming. I'm coooming," she screeched mindlessly.
Her ass jerked up, down and around. Her dripping pumping twat was glued frantically to his exploding gun. Hot jism dripped out of her tight virgin cunt. Deliriously she hugged him to her with arms and legs, fingernails digging into his back. The natives moved back a few feet as their two locked bodies tumbled and rolled recklessly on the grass. Face contorted, eyes full of tears, mouth agape Christina continued to scream out her ecstasy for all to hear.
"We're coming. We're coming. He's fucking me, fucking. It's hot. It's hot, oh so hot. Oh, oh. Fuck me. Fuck me, oh, oh, oh, ahhhh." The six blacks watched with pleasure as the two youths rolled back and forth, Christina going through one orgasm after another. And even after her brother was spent her tight quim kept sucking noisily at his limp pecker, climaxing time after time. Fully half an hour after August first entered her the youths rolled to an exhausted, panting stop.
Delighted and satisfied the six tribesmen got up to leave. In the English fashion they applauded the show with their hands to express their enjoyment. Then quietly they disappeared to go back to their own sleeping mats.
CHAPTER TWO
August was beginning to think he had bitten off more than he could chew. Opening up his sister's cunt had been worse than a Pandora's box. She was insatiable now. He could neither shit nor shower now shave without suddenly feeling her arms around him and her hands stroking his dangling tool.
Even that first night after the natives had left she wouldn't let him go. She made him keep his softened little worm in her puffy quim, learning to squeeze and massage it with her newly discovered cunt muscles until it was firm and hard. Now just once but three more times he had to screw her furiously as she went through series of wild thrashing orgasms.
And even when they went to bed that night she wouldn't quit. Naked she climbed onto the cot with him, reversed positions and lay her head on his firm thigh to use as a pillow. Her hands caressed and stroked the dormant prod, lovingly squeezed the hairy balls. Her puckered lips kissed up and down the length of the shaft and on its very pink tip.
"French kiss it," he suggested sleepily.
"What do you mean?" Her voice was small and childish.
"I mean take it in your mouth and tongue it. Like we did when we kissed."
"Oh, I couldn't do that," she said, blushing furiously. August didn't insist. He was too tired. And strangely she never did suck him off though she loved bussing and petting the lovely wand.
Christina had found all the excitement and wonder she had hoped for in Africa, but it had nothing to do with the country itself. Her whole world centered around a six inch piece of round hard pink human flesh that she worshipped daily. Only vaguely was she aware of the exquisite and adventurous countryside they passed through. She had found her own source of new experiences between her legs.
At every opportunity she got him off into the tall grass alone and pulled his pants down. And she found sleeping at nights to be a waste of good fucking time. She couldn't get enough and unknown to her August was exasperated.
Not that the boy wasn't up to screwing endlessly day and night but there were other piece of tail in camp besides his sister's. And August like variety. Especially there was that petite little Mary Dorset. At nineteen, the tiny teenager looked fourteen and the very sassy way she displayed her almost underdeveloped body fascinated him. She looked like a wanton sexy little Irish pixie.
And she gave him every opportunity to see her small breasts with their plump jutting purple nipples. In fact, she had soon made it plain he could lay her anytime he pleased. But there was never a time because he was always occupied by Christina.
So quickly he developed a plan and one morning August, his sister and two other couples headed out of camp early carrying a lunch with them. They were breaking the safari's rules by going so far away, but August needed privacy. One of the other girls was Mary Dorset and her supposed date was a guy who'd been hankering after Christina's tail since the beginning.
As far as Christina knew, the three couples were all just going to pair off into the tall grass and spend a pleasant day screwing. But actually once they were far enough from camp not to be heard or caught August was going to help hold Christina down while Mary's date screwed her. Then once his sister was under the control of her new lover he'd have Mary Dorset to himself. The other couple were already fucking regularly and had just come along to watch the fun.
Though Christina was wanton and aggressive now when it came to her brother's dick she was still pure and virginal at heart. The thought of having another man in her appalled her and she excused her preoccupation with August's cock as due to all consuming irresistible love.
So it was not unexpected that Christina put up a fight. August and the other boy grabbed her by the shoulders and unceremoniously pulled her down a small path in the underbrush, leaving the other three by the stream. Not until they had laid rude hands on her did she suspect anything. Anxiously she kept asking them what was wrong as they tugged and pushed her along, at last coming to a suitable spot for screwing.
Then when the two in unison started stripping off her clothes she began to scream for help and to struggle to escape. Both efforts were futile. Between them the two strong boys were able to handle her easily and they were too far from camp for cries to be heard.
"Please, please, August. I don't want anyone but you," she begged as her brother helped wrestle her to the ground. "Don't please, August, I love you. Don't betray me. I love you," she moaned, looking pathetically up into his eyes as his strong arms kept her shoulders pinned down firmly. "Don't betray me."
But there was no question of betrayal in August's mind. He liked her as much as he always had. It was just that he knew recent virgins often became obsessed with the cock that first plowed them. Not until they'd had one or two different juicy prods inside did they lose their first unnatural fascination and put things in proper perspective. He was actually doing both Christina and himself a favor.
So when the other boy finally got his pecker into the beautiful blonde with a satisfied grunt, leaning forward to pin her under his weight, August left them with a feeling of accomplishment. Behind him he hoard the boy's rutting moans as he massaged Christina's huge jutting jugs and felt the exquisite heat of her extraordinarily fine inner pussy. The girl was still sobbing and pleading pitiably of course, but that would pass after she'd been raped a couple of times.
August's cock was already hard and pressing uncomfortably against his pants. He couldn't wait to get his rocks off in that elfish looking little Mary Dorset. With a grin he dashed out of the weeds and onto the stream bank where he had left them, but in awe he suddenly stopped still. Surrounding his friends were a half-dozen black natives.
It was obvious they were not from the safari. The leader was dressed in a full summer military uniform complete with leather belt and holstered revolver. Three more wore only khaki shorts, but they were of military cut and they carried rifles. The last two were dressed in animal skin aprons that covered only their genitals and held crude short spears still seen in the backwoods. Quietly August stepped into a growth of tall grass where he could both hide and listen.
"So I consider you three my prisoners. You are under arrest for invading my province," stated the tall man in full uniform. His English was halting and with a peculiarly thick accent.
"You're of no regular army I know of," broke in the one young man who August had left behind. The two girls huddled beside him in obvious fear. "You are not of any political group we recognize."
"We are what you would call guerillas. But actually I am a chief. Two hundred years ago my fathers ruled as chiefs over many miles of this land and over all its people, until you white men altered things. I do not wish to overthrow the entire government of Kenya. I do not fight for another state in order to annex these lands to their's. I fight for my own rights and to be once again chief over my territory."
"You're nothing but a bandit chieftain. These lands do not belong to you," said the youth bravely. "And these people obey the laws of Kenya."
"These people obey me," said the leader smugly. "You do not understand the depth of my power. I do not have many subjects but they obey me absolutely. I shall demonstrate."
Suddenly from the grass behind August came a crashing and rustling. Another man with a rifle and khaki shorts emerged from the path August had just left. Behind him there were two spearbearers and between them were Christina and her lover. Still naked they passed only a few feet from where the boy hid. At least he noticed with some satisfaction that there was a trickle of jism running down his sister's leg. The other boy had come before they were discovered.
"Two more captives. You must be the one who's screams brought us here. Good," said the leader perfunctorily as the nude couple joined the others. "This young man just challenged my power over my own people. I was just going to demonstrate. Bhantyatu," he commanded, looking at one of the spearbearers. The man stepped forward.
"Bhantyatu, drop your cloth," he said, pointing to the animal skin that covered his prick. Suddenly the native began to tremble in obvious fear but he did not hesitate to do as he was ordered. Naked he stood in front of them.
"Now bend over so that our prisoners may see your asshole. Good. Now take your spear and jam it up your rectum. And do not scream, ever."
Bhantyatu's hands were shaking so that he could hardly grasp his own spear. Yet the thought of disobeying his leader was worse to him than his own painful death. He hesitated but for a moment and then with determination jabbed the broad steel point into his anus. The black man staggered forward, struggling to keep his balance. Blood gushed from his rectum. "Uh, huuu," he groaned in pain through grit teeth, trying not to scream. For a few minutes he stumbled about in obvious agony. Sweat poured from his face.
"Now jab it all the way through your bowels Bhantyatu and into your lungs."
Shaking the native reached behind him, grasping the spear as far down the shaft as he could manage. Steeling himself against the pain and mustering all his strength he drove the pole upward.
"Ah, ahh, uhhh," he groaned through clienched teeth, staggering forward and then falling onto his arms and knees. The thick spear jutted erect from his asshole. Casually the leader stepped over and began to twist the staff of the weapon aimlessly, causing the dying man untold agony.
"But, but you have no such power over us," contested the boy again in a shaken voice, his face ashen. "The Kenya government will not allow you to harm us."
"Over my own people I have moral power. Over you I have physical power. I can do with you as I please." He paused for a moment and smiled sadistically. "You," he said at last, pointing to the sickened and shaking little Mary Dorset, "take off your clothes."
"No," she mumbled indecisively, not knowing how to resist.
"I need not repeat my demands. See how sharp our spears are." Taking one of the lances from a spearbearer he placed the tip against the little girl's throat just above her blouse. With firm but calculated pressure he traced the point down between her breasts, obliquely across her stomach and down again along her thigh until it reached the bottom of her walking shorts. The material had been perfectly severed. Blouse, bra, shorts and panties fell open, hanging loosely from her shoulders and hips. Across her naked front there was a long red welt continuous over her chest, stomach and down her leg but there was no blood. Expertly he never cut the skin.
Hidden in the grass August seethed. But there was nothing he could do. Even if he had been armed with more than a hunting knife he was no match for these massed rifles and spears. Better to wait and see if he could help later.
The commander walked over and pulled the severed clothes off Mary Dorset until she was wholly naked. Pursing his lips he stepped back to gaze at her thoughtfully.
"Do your people consider you attractive?" he said at last.
"They ... the boys consider me sexy," she answered truthfully.
His eyes traveled over her body. Though her pussy bush was black and curly it was very tiny, not beginning to cover her little delta. The cunt lips were puckered and thin about a very tight slit. Her breasts were at best the size of a halved peach but pleasantly tipped with protruding large purple nipples. She would have looked like a pre-pubescent child if her legs had not been so shapely, leading up to a broad firm plump bottom, a narrow waist and broad shoulders. Despite her underdevelopment she was a lovely full grown woman.
"Your body belies your age," he mused. "You look like a child who forgot to grow up. I assume of course you're not a virgin."
"Of course," she responded demurely.
"Then since it is necessary that I satisfy myself by proving to the satisfaction of your friend that I do have power over all of you, then perhaps I can satisfy you also. Come over here."
Taking the short spear with which he had rended her clothing he forcefully shoved the shaft into the mud at the creek bank. The sharp tip rose perpendicularly from the ground.
"Now bend backwards over this spear."
"I ... I cannot sir. I'd never make it," she stuttered, staring at the deadly point in awe. "I'd slip."
"Then we shall help you." Making sure her feet were firmly planted, the chieftain and a soldier grasped her by the shoulders and bent her backwards until she arched over the spear and her hands rested and supported her securely in the mud. The leader carefully adjusted the tip so that it barely pricked her back. A slight trace of blood ran down the blade.
If Mary had not been so slender, lithe and strong she would never have been able to hold the awkward backward arch over the weapon. As it was her legs and arms trembled visibly from fear. One slip and she would impale herself on the deadly weapon. Stiffly she held her body in position.
"Fortunately I have with me our tribe's own version of what you people call a French tickler." One of the khaki panted men handed him a knapsack and from it he extracted a thick stubby piece of wood. The leader moved around so that Mary could see it.
"This is very much like bamboo or other reeds that grow in other countries," he carefully explained, holding up the instrument. It was about a three inch thick hollow shoot cut six inches long. "The difference is that it is much more splintery and brittle than most." He brushed the pole lightly across one of the brunette's breasts as she gave out a small squeal of pain. Two splinters had easily dislodged themselves and buried in her tit.
"In the center," he continued, "is thick cloth to comfort a man's cock and to protect it from splinters itself. "An interesting dildo."
"Please," she whimpered helplessly, "if you fuck me with that thing the wood will tear me to pieces. You'll ruin my cunny." Tears of despair began to fill the young girl's eyes.
Without comment the leader walked about to position himself between her legs. Casually he pulled down his trousers and fitted the reed dildo comfortably over his aroused cock. Mary felt the splintery prick press against her gaping pussy. But she could not move to protest. One slip and she would stab herself on the deadly spear. Breathlessly she waited.
Carefully his fingers spread the girl's thin cunt lips wide. Gently at first he introduced the armed pecker through her tight hole and into her cave. Too thick for her to begin with she let out small moans and groans as thin splinters broke off and dug into her tender flesh. Consciously she tried to relax her cunt muscles to accommodate the dangerous prod. And finally she sensed it was in full length, with relatively little damage to her quim.
Trembling, she waited. From her position she could not see her crotch or know what was coming next. The whole world was upside down to her and she was dizzy and nauseous. Courageously she held on, remembering the sharp steel against her back. She felt his hands resting lightly on her hips.
She involuntarily clenched her cunt muscles as she felt the abnormally fat dong being pulled back. There was no danger of splinters in that direction. She knew what was coming next. She tried to prepare herself but it was useless.
Madly the pole careened full force into her cunny. Splinters ripped off and tore into her moist flesh, slashing away big hunks or stabbing deep in her body. Mary screamed as the pain from her twat jumped throughout her body. Her fingers groveled in the mud. Yet somehow she kept her balance, avoided the fatal spear.
Again the hollow reed slammed home and the leader began a solid, quick fucking rhythm into her. The child screamed in pain as well as horror at what was happening to her. Blood began to gush from her torn pussy as the sharp little stakes ripped mercilessly into the tight opening. The length of her narrow gash was sliced, bleeding, lined with broken pieces of wood.
"God, oh stop please," she yelled as her snatch throbbed with increasing pain. "Please stop, oh it hurts. Oh, oh, oh stop. I'll do anything, please stop."
Her friends stared in horror as her slender white body arched precariously over the deadly staff. With each gigantic shove her fragile frame trembled in agony. Their ears were filled with her terrified pathetic screams. Yet they could do nothing. And strong arms held the two men back from attempting rescue.
Eagerly the man continued to pump the fat cane into her, feeling her twat try to twist and turn to avoid him. But she kept her footing and he continued to pound the painful dildo in and out of her sensitive quim. Her agonized screams gave him pleasure, her pleas made his cock hard and thicker. Her body was trembling under his fingertips.
Shoving his crotch next to her he began to screw in a deliberate rotation, filling her cave walls with the sharp stakes. The little girl moaned pathetically as strips of bark from the pile embedded themselves in her tender flesh.
The blood rushed to Mary's head and she was in danger of passing out. The pain shot through her body, making her taut muscles cramp spastically.
Unconsciously Christina's hand moved to her own crotch as she watched. In spite of Mary Dorset's obvious agony and fearful cries the sight of the fat stubby prod pounding into her cunt was exciting. The slender girl's body trembled and quivered with each gigantic thrust. Without thinking Christina began to tweak and jerk her tiny little clitoris excitedly as moisture spread throughout her twat.
Again Mary's tormentor shoved the tool back and forth and she screamed in agony. Yet in spite of herself the naturally passionate girl automatically tried to arch her hips back to welcome his cruel thrusts. Her throbbing cunt felt swollen twice its size and the fat tool could barely satisfy her burning hole. The girl's tingling seared twat had never felt so alive before. It throbbed with awareness. As best she could now she began to screw and thrust herself at the oncoming dick. Only something as big and sharp as that cruel dildo could fill this new rapidly growing need.
"Oh, oh, ohhhh," she moaned, beginning to identify this pain with pleasure. "Oh fuck me, fuck me," Mary began to chant rhythmically to his repeated jabs. In fascinated bewilderment her friends watched her unnaturally arched body begin to twist and roll with the mercilessly pumping dick. "Fuck me, oh fuck me," they heard her cry.
Excitedly the leader increased his pace, stimulated by her awakening response. He noted with gratification the swollen stiff condition of her nipples, jutting a full inch now from her flat breasts. Heatedly he ground and jerked his cock into her.
"Fuck me, fuck me. Fuck me," she gurgled lewdly, twisting her twat in rhythm to his thrusts. "Fuck me. Fuck me ... oh yes, oh yes, yes, yes. I'm coming. I'm coming, oh yes. Now, now, now! Shoot it in me. Fuck me. Shoot it in me. Now! Now!"
Stimulated beyond endurance the strong black exploded inside her cunt. Streams of jism mixed with the already copious blood and gushed out her thin hole covering his balls and thighs. And still she stretched and strained for more.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," she cried, the upside down world spinning dizzily about her. The bodies pounded noisily together, the leader's balls slapping her firm young bottom with each gigantic thrust. But even the copious fluid oozing from her quim could not divert the hard splinters. With each cry of joy there was a squeal of pain.
Eagerly the bandit chief plowed into her, holding her hips firmly as he twisted and turned his screwing cock. She was trembling with overpowering ecstasy.
Neither the blood trickling from her torn gash or the deadly spear in her back mattered. She needed that fat pole in her. Yet suddenly her rapist pulled it out. The bamboo dildo had almost disintegrated inside her.
"More, more," cried the underdeveloped girl desperately, her slender body trembling with unsatisfied lust. Her splinter filled cunt was quavering, sucking at the air, begging to be filled. She was in mid-orgasm and only a merciless churning come would satisfy her.
One of the soldiers handed the chieftain another dildo and quickly he put it on. Instantly he was again at the girl's crack, crushing it into her. She shrieked as more wood buried itself inside her but the pulsing in her cunt did not slacken. She cried and moaned in mixed exaltation and agony.
"Fuck me, keep fucking. Oh don't stop," she cried desperately, somehow still able to keep her balance over the threatening spear. Once again the chieftain's prod rose and began to shoot wads of jism into her. It began to run in a stream from her arched spread cunt straight to the ground. It flooded up over her tiny thick bush and she could feel it oil her thighs and hips. Thick slivers of reed were now deeply imbedded up and down her pulsing gash, into her clit itself and pierced the fattened pussy lips. Rows of them lined her inner cunt walls. Yet they all excited her, drove her on to want more and more.
And her captor gave her more, his balls pumping every last drop of come into her until finally exhausted he pulled himself out and stepped back. The second wood cock on his prick was almost entirely gone, its sharp shafts left in Mary's body. And yet still she heaved and twisted her ass, begging for more. Her stomach and breasts rose and fell fitfully as she gasped for air. The muscles in her arms and legs continued to knot until at last her orgasm came to a halt. With a groan she stopped her writhing hips. Suddenly her limbs felt weak and trembly. Only with great effort could she keep herself still arched above the deadly stake.
"Very good for such a little girl," praised the chieftain with satisfaction. From the knapsack he took out a jar of oil and began to rub her body with it, from ankles up her legs to her cunt. Carefully he massaged a large quantity into her pussy and especially her little black bush.
"What is it?" she asked anxiously as she felt him begin to cover her stomach and breasts with the glossy liquid.
"It is an oil we use for burning, very much as you sometimes use kerosine. Yet in contrast it burns very slow," he answered matter-of-factly. Meticulously he worked it over her face and into her ears. He exhausted the contents of the jar by saturating her dark hair.
"What are you going to do?" she asked in rising fear.
"Set fire to it of course." Before she could protest he struck a match and lit the small rose bush. Immediately it burst into falme.
"Oh please, don't. Please," she moaned in terror. "Please someone help me. Don't let him burn me alive."
But held back by the natives there was nothing her friends could do. In horrified awe they stared at the smoky fire that rose steadily from her cunt bush and had now spread to her cunt. The stench was sickening.
They tried to blot out the small girl's terrified screams, but they could not keep their eyes off the conflagration. It was slow burning as the leader had said and it took several minutes for it to work down from her twat to her ass hole and then cover up her hips. Yet at last her whole pelvis was a smoky bonfire. Only gradually did the shallow blue flame work up her stomach and down her legs.
"Oh God someone help me," the chiild cried pathetically. "Someone please. The pain. He's roasting me alive." Yet she retained her precarious position, knowing that one slip with hand or foot would splunge her down onto the dealy spear.
When the light covering of flames reached her small tits the chieftain stepped behind her, grabbed her shoulders and lifted her up away from the steel point. But as soon as she was erect the more vicious flames around her well-soaked cunt soared up along her body. Immediately her abundant black hair exploded into fire, the flames licking up two feet above her scalp.
"Oh please help me," she cried piteously, "help me." Legs stiff she began to stagger about, her cunt a roaring inferno. Over the rest of her body the thin layer of oil continued to burn blue. She stumbled toward her friends still pleading. "Help me. Please someone help me." They could see her face clearly, a smoldering mask of agony, fear and terror. Involuntarily they shrunk back from the horrible sight.
Then suddenly her whole body burst into furious flames that reached three and four feet high. The flames were so thick all over that her friends couldn't see an inch of her flesh. She was a walking torch with two appended sticks of fire that had been her arms. She collapsed in a heap a few feet in front of them, a burning bundle of flesh. They watched the conflagration in stunned horror, at last concluding she was dead when once again her pathetic voice rose hollowly somewhere from inside the inferno.
"My friends, where are you? Someone help me. Please someone help me. Please. Mommy. Mommy," she moaned in a fading voice.
Then in a final delirium her voice rose to full force once again, as bright and sweet as it had ever been. "Oh God, coming again. I'm coming. Mommy, daddy. I'm coming," they distinctly heard her cry over the crackling fire of her own flesh. "I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming," she repeated over and over as her voice grew faint again until at last she collapsed silently upon her side.
For another fifteen minutes they watched the fire continue until it burned out on its own. There was nothing left to burn. The pretty elfish girl was a mass of charred flesh and bone. No way could they identify that lifeless body as their friend Mary Dorset.
CHAPTER THREE
Captain Cannanore lay in the large bed, stretching his tall slender frame languidly. The two young white girls lay at his crotch, together licking their pretty pink tongues up and down the length of his abnormally large cock. He was justifiably proud of his big pole. It was over thirteen inches long and there was no boast in it. He would willingly prove it to anyone who asked.
Like himself, it was coal blue-black and hard. He delighted in the contrast of his black flesh with the rosy clear complexion of the two young white prostitutes. And he liked the sense of dominance he had over the small girls with his six foot three inch frame and extraordinarily muscular development.
In the corner huddled the little Chinese girl, trembling in fear as she watched what was happening. Though all of twelve years old, she was slight of figure and not over four and a half feet tall. He would enjoy her very much.
He had rudely stripped her naked when she had been brought into the room. In fright she tried to hide in the corner, covering her exposed pussy and small breasts modestly with her arms and hands. She was obviously a girl of good family and breeding. Captain Cannanore had no idea how or where they had kidnapped her.
Her beautiful large brown almond eyes were filled with tears which trickled down her pretty childish cheeks. Yet she did not sob aloud or make any noise. Her terror was obvious in the goosebumps that covered her lovely naked flesh and in her violent shaking. It was obvious she had never seen men and women naked together before, well alone fucking or sucking cock. And of course she had been sold to him with the guarantee that she was a virgin.
The name Cannanore was a wow de guerre taken, he claimed, from the place of his origin. Like most things with him, that too was a lie. The title of captain however had been earned and bestowed upon him after many years fighting as a guerilla mercenary. He fought like a man who did not and never would have anything to lose. Loved by no one, he was known and respected throughout Africa and Asia.
Born thirty-eight years ago in pure black Philadelphia, his mother had called him Charles Joseph Robinson. Twenty-two years ago the police had sought him with a justified warrant. He was accused of the multiple rape and murder of two young white ladies. Since he was black, poor and guilty he saw no reason to wait around for the trial. Somehow he had made his escape good through Canada and then on to Alexandria, Egypt. He had fallen immediately in love with that ultra-debauched and corrupt city, ever afterwards making it his permanent home.
He looked down at the two pretty white girls, one now working with luscious lips on the fat knob and the other sucking his balls. The one with the smaller breasts was working hard, industriously loving up his long spear. But the girl with huge jugs was languid and indolent. In punishment he reached out and grabbed one of the sagging tits hard. Mercilessly he dug his fingernails into the creamy cone and began to twist it until she was screaming in pain. He would not have minded if he had literally torn it from her body.
Squealing like a pig she fell to the floor, her hands on his wrists trying to loose his grip. But without pity he continued to twist, jerk and stretch the vulnerable flesh until the blood vessels began to break. Unperturbed the other girl continued to eat his joint with relish.
At last he let go, her huge melon bruised and swollen. He pointed to a chair where she was to wait until he wanted her again. She would not leave. He had paid well for her body.
In fact he had spent almost all his money on the whorehouse that evening. The two girls and the room had cost him twenty-five dollars for the night. He had purchased the pretty undersized Chinese adolescent for eighty. That left him five bucks in his pocket.
Yet he had no worry. He had received a commission by telegram that morning. He was to gather five men and convene at the airport early the next day. All equipment would be supplied and waiting. The object was a secret rescue mission into Kenya. Six visiting American youths had apparently been captured by a hostile native trive. One of them had already been found dead.
Neither the United States nor Kenya wanted any publicity on the incident or to take official notice. One of Kenya's best assets was the English speaking tourist trade. The most popular country in Africa for visitors, it could not afford to have them scared off. And the United States, always in a precarious position with the African states, did not wish its intricate foreign policy distressed by irresponsible citizens demanding retribution.
Captain Cannanore did not know where the money for the expedition was coming from, but he knew it was good and plentiful. If they did not succeed, their perdiem was substantial. If they did, a generous bonus waited that would keep them in luxury for months.
It had taken him no time to arrange for the five cohorts he wanted and afterwards he had gone to his favorite whorehouse. Cannanore had only two passions in life: killing and fucking. Knowing that with each mission he might not return he indulged himself extravagantly beforehand with the prettiest women he could find, especially young white girls. And in Alexandria anything was available at a reasonable price.
He felt the juices began to surge deep in his cock and settled back for his first come of the evening. The tall black relaxed his lean body and let the small busted blond do the work, bringing him all the way.
"Don't drink it. Let it flow out of your mouth so the little chink can see it," he instructed her just before he climaxed. Cannanore kept his eyes on the fragile yellow beauty, still covering her cunt and breasts with her hands. The large tool began to explode in the woman's luscious mouth and thick streams of frothy white jism flooded down his dork. The child's big eyes widened with horrified astonishment. She could not keep her large brown eyes off of it as rivers of the stuff boiled out between the ruby lips and poured down the huge prod, flooding over black pubic hair and balls.
The Chinese child was shaking visibly. She had not been told why she was there, but she had guessed. And as she stared openmouthed, the volcano continued to explode, its bubbly white lava beginning to stream over his coal black thighs and soaking the sheets beneath him. It was a long endless orgasm and Cannanore smiled with double satisfaction as he watched the tiny twelve-year-old's growing alarm and horror.
Almost at an end, the pretty whore sucked for the last few drops and then let the expended dick escape from her lips with a loud pop. The limp still long prick fell over his enormous balls and curved downward. Cannanore kept his eyes on the panicking child.
From the corner she looked at him and turned away. A furtive glance told her that he was still staring at her. She did not want him to catch her eye.
"Come here," he ordered in a commanding baritone voice. There could be no question who he meant, but the huddling girl tried to ignore him.
"Fetch her," he instructed the two white whores. Without comment they did as they were told, lifting her up off the floor as she struggled and kicked futilely at them. From beside the bed the big black took a short whip with which he had remembered to provide himself. In a moment the four and a half foot little yellow skin stood trembling before him.
"Lick it up," he commanded the child, glancing down significantly at his come soaked crotch. From the look in her big brown tearful eyes he knew she had understood what he meant. He repeated the order and lifted the whip, striking her cruelly across her plump, very firm bottom. Another lash struck her thigh and then one across her back as she twisted away from him.
She did not try to protect herself from the leather but still pressed her hands over her quim and tits. Two more strokes across either arm and she instinctively withdrew her protective cover. Lasciviously he studied her little hemispherical breasts, tipped by tiny brown puckered nipples. The hair on her cunt was dark but sparse and he could clearly see the long womanly slit formed by her pretty slender pussy lips. Then with six more strong unrestrained strokes of the whip he drove her shaking to the floor.
"Please, sir," she whispered in broken English, looking up at him with her exquisitely beautiful large warm brown eyes. "Please sir. My parents will pay much if you return me unharmed. Sir, my father, he very rich. They pay well."
"And I already paid well for you," he responded with an exagerated smirk. "Now get up and lick it up. Or I'll beat you until you do." Trembling and weak-kneed she got to her feet.
"Please, sir. What you want me to do?" she asked in a high-pitched childish voice.
"Lick up all that frothy white stuff before it gets stale. I'll let you drink some fresh later."
Timidly, obviously with great exertion, she forced herself to bend forward. Her exquisite little tongue darted out of her small pretty mouth and wiped up a smear of come from his thigh. Instinctively she had covered her twat and boobs again with arms and hands. He let her get away with it. He'd see plenty of them before the night was over.
Never had Cannanore seen a child so terrorized. Her whole body quaked visibly, her knees trembling uncontrollably. But it took two more strokes across her tender bottom before she sucked at the goo with industry. She had hesitated when he insisted she suck his hairy balls but she did so before he could again raise the lash. Still standing, she had to stoop awkwardly to get them in her small perfectly formed mouth. He chuckled at how she continued to modestly hide her cunt and tits from his view.
The two white whores sat close by, smoking and watching intently. The big boobed one was about twenty, the oldest and more professional of the two Unashamedly she seemed to be enjoying the show.
Finally the petite Chinese girl was licking up and down his long pecker. Her tongue was tiny and pretty pink, half the size of the other woman and absolutely delightful against his sensitive tool. As she lathed the cock slowly but steadily swung to an erection Gracefully it arched upward. By the time she had finished bathing it, the massive dong was fully aroused and waving proudly in the air.
Now for the first time he roused himself and had the child lie down in his place. The bed was constructed in anticipation of simultaneous occupation by many people and was extraordinarily large. The little twelve year-old barely occupied half its length.
Firmly he took one arm and removed it from over her petite but firm boobs. They did not flatten out but remained perfect little peach-sized hemispheres. The other arm he pulled away from her quivering cunt and laid it across the sheets. With both hands he grasped her knees, arched them upwards and spread her leg very wide apart. She was too scared to resist, but she did not help him either. She lay like a frightened rag doll on the huge mattress. The child was coated with perspiration and her small shimmering lemon yellow body was exciting to see against the cold white liner.
Cannanore climbed again on the bed and positioned himself meaningfully between her legs. His fingers stroked, grasped and pulled open her thin cunt lips and from her response he knew she had never been touched there before. Unceremoniously he slipped his finger into the newly revealed coral gash and diddled the fragile hymen. He managed to work his little finger under it and discovered her hole was smaller than any he had known before. Even after she had been opened up, it would be too tight for his extraordinary dick. He smiled with satisfaction. She was worth every penny of the eighty dollars.
The child had begun to blush furiously when she first felt his hands on her indecently spread cunt. Her eyes were tightly shut and her face turned away from him. Close to hysteria she breathed heavily but irregularly, trying to maintain her self-control.
Picking up a pillow he stuffed it under her head and forced her to open her eyes. "Now look down here at your twat," he commanded in an almost fatherly tone. When she again tried to turn her head away he brandished the whip threateningly. She did as she was told.
Cannanore moved himself up and crouched with his legs under her hips, his balls pressed against the petals of her quim. He took his randy cock and pressed it against her flat stomach. Thirteen inches plus of fat male meat it ran from the top of her slit over her belly button, past her waist and up toward her quivering boobs.
"See how long it is," he crooned to the horrified wide-eyed child. "A normal prick should only enter you this far," he said, tracing an arc across her tummy with his finger, "but mine is going to go twice the distance."
"Please sir," she began to murmur pathetically, "please don't put it all the way in. Please sir. Please. Sir, sir please," she continued to moan endlessly in broken English. Her voice was almost inaudible and what she said was more of a prayer than a plea. Cannanore smiled down on her beatifically but there was no mercy in his eyes.
She stared on as with exagerated care he pulled back until his gigantic knob fell along her virgin slit. He reached under her bottom, each firm round globe fitting perfectly into the palm of his broad hands. Slowly he raised her twat until the huge shaft was aimed perfectly at her unbelievably tiny hole.
"Please sir, please," she began to beg more loudly as his spear poised only an inch from her unspoiled virginity. "Please sir, I have never done anything to hurt anyone. I don't deserve this. I've always been loving towards my friends and even treated my brothers and sisters courteously. I always respect my elders and never ever disobey my parents. I have tried to be a good daughter."
"Have you never hurt anyone at all, child," he asked in his mellow sonorous baritone voice.
"Oh no sir, never. Never at all. I've tried to be good. I ... oh, oh, ow, owww, owww, oh my heaven. Oh, oh papa help me. Papa, papa. Ow, oh, ohhhh, ohh, oh, oh, ahhhh," she crescendoed at the top of her lungs as with one thrust the strong black sank his huge staff into her crack and shredded her hymen.
But the huge knob was not through the little hole yet. Holding her firmly by the ass he kept his own dork stiff while he pulled her toward him and rotated her twat slowly but steadily over the fantastic bulb. Her body thrashed in helpless agony back and forth across the bed, her arms flailing the air madly.
The whole building was filled by her screams. Couples down the hall smiled in lewd appreciation of the joys that must be going on behind that closed door.
"Oh sir, sir," she screamed, "please, sir. Sir. I'm a good girl. Sir please. Sir! Sir!" But Cannanore was in no hurry. Methodically he let the bloodied little hole twist and churn about the fat tip. He knew the best was yet to come. The thick red stream from her hymen was not the last to flow from that opening tonight.
At last he gave a violent shove. To the accompaniement of her terrified wails he watched the big apple stretch the taut pink flesh almost the full width of her crotch itself. He could feel the hot moistness of her grotto at its very tip, then finally the skin closed over the ruddy crown and the whole knob was enveloped in her beautiful warmth.
He rested like this for awhile until her thrashing subsided. The pain must have been excruciating, but at last she regained her control.
"Please sir," she whimpered weakly, looking up at him with glassy eyes. "Please, sir. I've been a good girl."
"It's only just begun, my little chink," he responded softly, reaching down to thumb her pretty brown nipples. "It's only just begun." Leaning forward onto her he placed his hands firmly about her shoulders to hold her in place.
"Please sir," he heard her say once more and methodically he began to piston his huge dong into her. From there on her screams were only incoherent agonized sounds of Chinese and English.
Vigorously he pumped in and out, holding the twelve-year-old in place under him. With each shove he plowed deeper and deeper into her grotto. He could tell from her screeches and her squirming body that she felt each inch as it entered her as unbearable intolerable pain.
Seven inches in and there was a new flow of blood, soaking the mattress. He knew he was tearing her apart. She began to squeal even louder as he increased his time, bringing it up to a good fucking rhythm. Oiled by her blood he drove the shaft in deeper and deeper until at last his balls slapped noisily against her cunt lips. Her four and a half foot body was fully impaled on his broad thirteen inch cock. He pulled himself up to look at her, still tightly embeded.
She was insane. Her eyes rolled deliriously. Froth bubbled from her mouth and trickled down her chin. The muscles in her cheeks twitched in spastic disorder. Her normally pale yellow skin was reddened in color. Her face was no longer even human.
And yet it was there as it always was. That uncontrollable pulsing throughout her body was centered around his prod. He had started it with his rhythm and irresistibly she had caught it up. The tattoo continued now without his thrusts. She was in complete inhuman orgasm.
triumphantly he cradled her in his arms and picked her up. They left the bed, Cannanore walking about the room with her pulsing cunt riveted to his joint. She was moaning and twisting madly. Letting go his support her body hung quivering helplessly from his crotch, nailed to him by his long prod. Her limp hands dragged the ground, her hair cascaded almost to the floor. Proudly he paraded about the room, her body protruding in front of him. Yet her hips continued to thrust, her muscles to pulse in tempo to an enearthly fucking motion.
"Oh pappa, mamma," she cried in mixed languages, "oh it's heaven. Heaven. Oh, oh he's ruined me. The pain. The pain. Oh, oh heaven, ah, oh. He fucked me, oh, oh he fucked me. Oh mamma it's good, it's good. The pain, oh the pain." She was delirious, still drooling at the mouth as her eyes rolled wildly. Her voice was thin, her words senseless and incoherent.
At last he grabbed her waist and began to shove her whole bloodied body up and down his cock until he staggered in the middle of the room and with a howl poured his boiling jism into her. She opened her mouth and screamed unintelligible syllables into the air when she felt his hot come flood her. It mixed with her blood and poured in a stream from her torn cunt, puddling on the floor.
The body was mindless and alive, divorced from her soul. The tiny slender frame shook, jerked, quivered and writhed madly out of control. The tiny boobs jiggled, stomach muscles convulsed and the tendons in her thighs kept pumping in ecstatic orgasmic rhythm. She cried and screamed mixed joy and horror as her whole body urged itself to fuck him harder, stronger, endlessly. Her own come mixed with his as it ran from her little yellow cunt until finished at last he pulled her off his prick and laid her on the bed to rest.
An hour later he flipped her over on her stomach and prepared to enter her ass hole. It had been necessary for him to take his knife and cut a deep slit between her cunt and anus in order to accommodate his huge prick. Other than for her screams of pain she made no protest. In fact she had trembled with anticipated orgasm the moment he touched her. He then did to her bowels what he had done to her fuck cave.
Throughout the night he alternated his insatiable cock between the whores and the tiny Chinese girl. Toward dawn he looked over toward the little twelve year old significantly. It was time to finish her. She sat leaning against the headboard, almost too weak from blood loss to move. He took hold of her and pulled her prone once more on the soiled sheets.
"Are you ready to suck my cock?" he asked unceremoniously.
"Yes sir," she answered meekly, "anything you want," There was still fear in her eyes when she looked up at him but there was something else also, a worshipful respect akin to love. He'd seen that look before.
Expertly he knelt over her, pushing the head against her lips. Without hesitation she opened them and sucked the fat sausage into her mouth. Cradling his hands behind her head be began to fuck into her face as he would have any cunt. When he had sunk six inches he paused to look at her neck. He could see the bulge of his huge knob already stretching her throat.
He kept it at that depth until he felt himself harden and strengthen, ready to come. Then with relentless force he began to shove it deeper and deeper down her throat. Her eyes opened wide and her nostrils flared. She could hardly breath. Nine, then ten inches he forced into her. Her neck was swollen twice its size by the fantastic dong.
She began to scratch and pull at him. She was suffocating. She had to let him know he was choking her. Yet steadily he worked more and more of the engorged spear into her until when he finally buried the thirteen inches securely down her throat the desperate quizzical expression in her eyes cleared. For the first time she realized he meant to kill her.
But the knowledge had a triggering effect. In defense she began to moan her protests and try to push him away with her frail arms. But her already excited cunt had exploded into action, wiggling and pulsing with anticipation. She could not help herself. Pain and pleasure had become confused and then blended in her imagination. Even in the face of death her body threw itself into one more frenzied orgasm.
Cannanore pulled back a few inches and then shoved full force down her pipe, instantly exploding jism. The come poured down her throat from the pulsing cock. She could not breathe. With her last bit of strength she tried to fight him off. But it was too late. By the time his long, copious climax finished her body had stiffened, her eyes glazed. She had suffocated. She was dead. Yet even then her cunt muscles continued to twitch in anticipated orgasm.
He pulled out of her with a loud gurgling, slurpy sound. Through the window he could see the pink tints of sunrise over the hazy city. It was the city he loved, where you could buy anything for a price and no questions asked.
Captain Cannanore picked up the child's body and handed it to one of the whores. She would know how to dispose of the corpse. He had to hurry to get a decent breakfast and then make the airport in time. In distant Kenya he had an errand of mercy to perform.
CHAPTER FOUR
"The first one we drug behind an ox and then hung him by the neck until he was almost dead. Then we cut his bowels out and Had them on the ground for him so see. He had the pleasure of watching himself slowly bleed to death. This is a very popular form of execution in England, you know?" said the khaki suited young chieftain merrily.
"So I understand. Or at least it used to be," commented the handsome tall bantu of an obscure northern tribe. He had arrived that morning as an official ambassador bearing the much coveted gift of an automatic rifle and ammunition. It was to help the little ruler in setting up his rightful terriroty within Kenya. The delighted leader was throwing this banquet in the ambassador's honor.
"Then the second one we fed in parts to a very hungry caged hyena," continued the aspiring chief happily, taking a little too much of the Scotch he had opened for the evening. "First his arms and then his legs. Then at last his genitals. Our tribal doctor is very good at binding up such woulds so that a man does not bleed to death.
"We next put his whole torso in the cage but by that time the animal was so well fed he simply went to sleep. The young man had to wait a whole day for the animal to wake up again hungry. But of course when he did the hyena attacked immediately and with no arms and legs to defend himself . ... Ha, ha, you should have heard his screams.
"And then yesterday the first girl...."
"Very interesting ideas," broke in the ambassador politely, hoping to save himself the pain of listening to another account of unimaginative petty cruelty. "But are there no survivors of the American's captured from the safari?" Carefully he sipped the imported Scotch. Alcohol was not one of Captain Cannanore's vices, especially when in disguise in enemy territory.
Dressed only in a leather apron he looked very much a distinguished traditional tribesman.
"Oh yes, one," smiled the host graciously, "and if you like you may have her tonight as part of the entertainment. She is exquisitely beautiful."
"I'll be delighted," coughed Cannanore softly as the cooking smoke grew thick. They were seated in a large but primitive round thatch hut without windows or ventilation. About a dozen other natives had joined them for dinner.
At a nod from the aspiring chief a young white girl was brought in. The ambassador-or rather Cannanore in disguise lifted his eyebrows. She was indeed beautiful. Though naked and frightened, Christina Anderson stood before them defiantly.
The cooking pots were quickly removed from the hot coals. Two natives took Christina by the feet and wrists and carried her until she was suspended over the dormant fire. They placed her hands at two brass rings suspended from the ceiling which she grasped tightly. Her ankles were slipped through two more rings. Thus she swung suspended parallel to the ground nearly three feet above the coals. Her plump bottom was directly over the embers. If she let go with her hands or allowed her feet to slip from the brass bracelets her buttocks would be roasted on the hot coals. Her legs were spread so that he cunt gaped lewd-ly open.
"The idea," explained the leader with a smile, "is to see if she can hold on while being screwed. To see if the threat of pain from the fire is worse than the pain of being fucked."
"Being fucked is hardly painful," commented the disguised mercenary dryly.
"It is if done with this," laughed the chief sardonically, pulling out a large pole obviously used as a penis extension. "With this a man's cock will be over a foot long and can be very agonizing."
Cannanore threw his head back and laughed loudly, almost impudently. His handsome black face was wreathed in smiles. "I need no such attachments," he pronounced proudly and threw aside his apron. There were whistles and guffaws of admiration as the crowd stared at his enormous tool.
"He certainly needs no help for that," complimented one of the guests and all including the chief agreed. With a smug smile Cannanore walked over between the girl's legs. She looked up at him with her brilliant blue eyes. He could see both fear and courage in them.
"Did you see the size of my cock?"
"Yes," she whispered.
"Hold on tight. I don't want you to burn yourself." Without ceremony he laid the knob of his prod between her cunt lips, letting it rest at the entrance to her love cave. Firmly he stretched his lean black fingers about her golden ass globes.
Christina let out not a whimper as she felt the prick first push into her grotto. She was more conscious of the intense heat less than a yard below her ass. With determination she grasped the hoops. Still she was conscious of the steady entrance of the unwanted dick, sensed it press against her uterus.
"It's only halfway in," whispered Cannanore, trying to prepare her. Believing she was the only survivor of the captured safari group he would be certain she lasted until he could get her to safety and collect his reward. But the pretty girl mistook his warning for kindness.
"Thank you," she muttered under her breath.
The mercenary paused. It was important not to damage her, but the waiting audience expected him to be brutal, to deliberately cause her misery. He could only hope she could hold on and not fall onto the live coals. With a deliberate shove he jabbed another two inches in.
"Ae, oh, oh, oh," cried the child as she felt her womb distorted by the brutal blow. Her body arched to escape the unwanted intrusion, swinging precariously from the four hoops. Cannanore hesitated, then began to shove more of the large dork inside. He knew it would hurt her, tear her innards but she would survive.
Others had. Unceremoniously he jabbed and thrust deeper and deeper working the huge prod into the tender coral flesh.
Christina twisted and writhed in agony above the fire as the fierce tool drove into her. She felt a hot trickle run out of her cunt and over her lips, knowing that it was blood and not come. Everything was tight and aching inside her cunny, compressed by the unnatural length of his tool. And still she felt more and more of it struggle into her. She was nauseous, feverish from the increasing pain. But bravely she hung onto the rings.
With a final hard lunge Cannanore drove himself to the balls inside her quim. She began to scream in misery and horror at what was happening to her. Sweat covered her face as she trembled in fear. But he was in to the hilt and still she hung on. The captain smiled with cruel admiration but he knew the screwing had only just begun.
Christina was panting deeply. "It's too big, it's too big," she kept mumbling over and over. She had a diffuse aching in her gut that told her that her insides had been shoved about and torn. The huge cock was the only clear reality and it felt like a hot branding iron in her cave. She was conscious of every inch of the straight steel-hard intrusion. "It's too big, too big," she continued to moan in pain, desperately holding on to the brass hoops.
Slowly, deliberately he withdrew the long dork. Christina began to breath again deeply and thankfully with the release of the inner pressure. Cannanore looked down at the length of his prod and saw it was covered with blood. He hoped it wasn't serious-at least not so serious that she'd die before they could get her to safety.
"Are you ready?" he whispered.
"If you have to," she answered, the strain obvious on her face.
"I do," he muttered and then swung his big dick deep back inside and then out, beginning an easy fucking tempo. Christina's body tensed and jerked, her arms strained to keep her straight and her muscles quivered from the exertion. Her pure creamy flesh seemed extra white to the Negroes as it quivered in mid-air illuminated by the soft oil lmaps.
Cannanore continued to pump into her, eagerly now as he felt the intense heat of her cunt wrap about his pole. She moaned and cried in pain as she swayed above the coals but he could detect her cunt honey begin to ooze from her body as he pounded violently into her.
Though hot bolts of fire shot through her stomach and crotch, through her chest and down her legs, Christina had quickly sensed the aliveness of her clit. As the unimaginably long prick rubbed over and over again on the sensitive little nub it hardened, stiffened, enlarged and sent pulses of ecstatic pleasure through her cunt that affected the rest of her body. Her pussy lips swelled and reddened. The hole to her grotto enlarged and geared itself to better take the huge dong inside.
There was rhythmic pain and release as Cannanore shoved in deep and then drew back. Bolts of fire shot through her, subsided, then saturated her again. The moist warmth in her quim however was growing steadily, expanding from her twat up and down her frame, increasing in intensity and developing a gnawing, itching, insatiable desire deep in her cunt itself.
She moaned alternately with hurt and delight. She was dizzy, confused. The room seemed to whirl about her and she in turn seemed to spin with increasing fury about the hard black cock that repeatedly impaled her. It was dangerous and painful, but she needed it. Christina had to have it, and more of it to fill that crescendoing need in her snatch.
"Oh fuck, fuck me, fuck me," she moaned for an instant, then cried out in pain as the heavy knob shoved and crushed her womb. Her pretty face flinched, her mouth twisted in mixed agony and joy. The party gathered close around to see the huge oily coal black prick piston between the gorgeous fattened big cunt lips and rip, tear and torture her inner cave. Her body pulsed with each thrust, cunt quivering in lewd ecstasy as she cried out in pain.
She was in obvious distress, every muscle straining to both withstand the murderous onslaught and to keep from dropping onto the live coals. Yet her cunt dripped its white honey, her little nub of a clitoris was hard, erect and dark as it sought out the fat prick with each thrust. Her fat pussy lips pulsed excitedly. The huge dollar size orange-brown nipples rose hard and rippled from her creamy flesh, their tips like sharp points of spears. And her jugs themselves had fattened and grown dark red as they flushed in rising anticipation.
Everything for Christina was a whirling kaleidoscopic brilliance that spun so fact it finally blended into a warm pulsing grayness. She knew the huge dong slammed into her again. Her ass arched to meet it, to kiss his balls with her cunt lips. All was a blur. Her breasts rose and quivered with the next hump, the steel pointed nipples arching proudly to the heavens. The blond beauty shimmered in ecstasy. The hard erect clit kissed, nursed, caressed the huge black shaft on its next plunge deep, deep endlessly deep into her grieving hot love cave. Christina began to shriek in hysterical ecstasy. There was no longer fact, reason, pain or joy but only the gyrating, spinning, whirling hot moist universe that was her cunt. The whole world had been engulfed in her aching twitching quim.
Then suddenly it slowed. The whirling became a mild rotation. About her the room seemed to revolve with irritating slowness. Everything turned about her as if the world now spun only upon its own inertia. All was in slow motion.
But she saw things clearly. Though everything happened in sepia shaded shadows nothing was lost to her consciousness. She saw the audience pirouetting about like slow graceful ballet dancers, huge ever mobile grins on their faces as they turned toward her cunt. Christina was aware of everything.
She stared at the huge black man fucking her, saw him pull his prod out to its furthest limit. She knew the feel of the base of his knob as it pressed, stretched but did not slip from the hole of her cunt. In beatific, fascination she watched his shoulders rise, his arms spread slightly as he prepared for the next long stroke. He took a deep, deep endlessly deep breath as he poised on the tip of his toes. Then his knees bent, his shoulders arched forward, his diaphragm tightened as his hips began to propel the fantastic dong once more into her waiting cunny.
With a new reality Christina watched it begin its long journey into her cunt. Down and down it drove, stretching her slit, distorting her pussy hole. And still it came, deep and further inside. She felt her muscles expand to accommodate and then tighten to caress the huge fat dick. The friction was intense, heat everywhere. Endlessly it seemed to plunge; there was no finish to it. Only halfway there she felt it begin to ruthlessly shove her uterus aside. And the pain was there, throbbing like a live small animal inside her. But it did not stop on its eternal thrust into her cunt. Watching the glistening fat dork travel inexorably into her Christina learned the meaning of infinity. That huge black shimmering rod had no beginning or end.
She sensed that she was falling. Her ankles had been thrown loose of the supporting hoops. Down she fell as she watched her legs slowly and gracefully twisting in the air. She could feel the heat of the coals on her butt increasing as she floated downward toward them. She trembled in expectation of the pain and ecstasy.
Then his hands pressed hard against her. His fingers wrapped about her hips where they joined her legs. He was supporting her, holding her up. She felt marvelously buoyant protected by his strong arms. Joyously she flung her ass upwards as still his cock descended deep and deeper into her cove.
Cannanore stared at the girl in astonishment as she writhed and jerked under him. His ears were filled with her mindless screams. He had just saved her from falling into the fire and still she was fucking at his prod with total abandon. She almost seemed to float on air above his broad supporting hands. There was no end to her rapture as he drew back and thrust again deep into her quim.
Everything was black, white and red for Christina. But only the important things were bright hot fiery painful red. His infinitely long cock was red as it diminished back and back into the region of his balls.
And the ring of her cunt hole and clit began to glow as the cock passed through them. In the depths of her cunt she could see her womb light up and a faint shimmering incandescence in her bowels. Christina could see right through her flesh and into her pussy where it was happening. Suddenly she was scared, frightened out of her wits. She began to scream hysterically, long arduous loud shrieks that tore into the universe, echoed through the African night, disrupted the hut and stung the ears of her audience.
Where is she? wondered Cannanore as he continued to plummet his prick into her. The girl's whole body was quivering under his fingertips. Her beautiful blue eyes had rolled back into her head and stared at him with the pure whites. More alarming her breasts and cunt lips had taken on a rapid syncopated rhythm with her nipples and clitoris. A rhythm far beyond his control, coming from the depths of original nature itself. Never had he seen such a fit of orgasm or intensity.
But Christina saw it all clearly. Suddenly she stopped her shrieking and began to babble like a child. She realized what it was. She was not seeing with her eyes but with her feelings. Her emotions were now her eyes to the universe.
She saw rather than felt Cannanore's red spear drawn back, stiffen and harden. She saw that he was on the verge of orgasm. Seductively she began to pulse her cunt lips in a barbaric tattoo that ran up and down his fantastic prick. Greedily her quim played with his swollen tool, drawing and sucking at it.
And she could virtually see the jism well up boiling in his balls and flood like hot orange lava down the duct of his cock. She watched as it streamed past the opening of her cunt and on towards the end of his shaft where it would explode into her. Endlessly it shot down the huge corridor until finally it spewed into the waiting quim.
She saw the orange come spray over her womb, saturate her walls and flood her cave. Her distorted and compressed organs that had been quivering in pain stretched and swayed with a new orgasmic rhythm as they were washed by the simmering flood. Christina felt herself open her lips, her tongue way back in her throat and she began to scream out her ecstasy.
"Coooming, oh cooming. Oh fuck meee, fuck meee, fuck meee," she shrieked hysterically. The blond's legs were wrapped tight behind the black man's back as she glued her twat against the erupting balls. Her white fingers were locked to the supporting brass hoops. Cannanore had trouble holding on to her hips as she twisted and turned her body in grotesque distortions between her shoulders and ass. Her butt heaved recklessly up and down as if on a bucking bronco, carrying his cock along with it.
"Fuck meee, fuck meee, oh fuck meeeee," she continued to wail deliriously. The experienced mercenary watched the child in awe as she went through the most frantic orgasm he'd ever seen. And his own juices continued to flow endlessly from his prod as she sucked and jerked at it with her cunt, begging for more. He too wondered if he would ever cease coming.
The audience watched openmouthed as the spectacle seemed to go on all night. There was no end to the flood the handsome ambassador was shooting into her. It flowed in a river now out of her cunt gate and down sizzling onto the live coals. The child seemed to find a never ending source of energy by which she recklessly tossed and threw her body arching high up into the air, her head higher than Cannanore himself and almost pulling herself off his pumping cock. Then down she swung, careening toward the ground until her hair brushed the hard packed floor. She was like a beautiful huge twisting white-blond snake throwing itself about in its death agonies.
But it had to end and exhausted at last Christina began to churn to a stop. Sensing she was totally without strength Cannanore quickly reached forward and grabbed her around the back, supporting her just as her trembling hands let go the rings. Her arms and head hung limply from her shoulders, long blond hair cascading to the floor. She lay in his arms as if in a swoon but all the while she kept crying out weakly, "fuck me, fuck me, don't stop fucking me. Fuck me, fuck me. Oh please fuck me."
After such a fantastic show the chieftains readily granted Cannanore the privilege of having Christina with him for the night. Immediately he carried the girl back to his small private guest hut. As soon as she had recovered enough to understand he explained he was a mercenary, that he and his men had come to rescue her.
"You've come to save me. Oh I love you. I love you," she crooned wrapping her arms and legs tightly about him, coiling them around him like a snake. She pressed her large breasts against him until they were crushed against his flat hard chest. The needle sharp points of her nipples bit into him like bee stings. Her wide open cunt brushed sensuously up and down his thigh.
"I love you, I love you," she moaned as she covered his face with small moist kisses. "Fuck me, fuck me, oh fuck me again. Please fuck me again."
"We must rest," he cautioned. "We'll try to make our escape early in the morning."
"No, I don't want to escape if you don't fuck me," she moaned pathetically. "I want you to fuck me all night long. You've got to, please. I love your prod, the way it hurts and loves me. I love you. I've never known anything as wonderful as your cock. Fuck me. Please fuck, fuck, fuck me."
Cannanore could not quiet her. He had no choice but to acquiesce. And once he started, in spite of her exhaustion, she would not let him stop. If he was spent and soft after a long terrific come she made him leave it in there massaging it with her cunt muscles until it was hard again. If he had to piss she made him do it right there inside her pussy, climaxing at the thin river of his urine. Never once from the time he first entered her until the break of dawn did his cock leave her cunt. And when he finally did pull out she whined pathetically.
"The herdsmen will be going into the fields in about an hour and that will be the perfect time to effect an escape," he explained quickly. "I've got to go get my men."
"Please, just one more fuck before you go," she begged, her face contorted with grief at the loss inside her quim.
"We don't have time," he said with exasperation to the insatiable girl. "Be ready to run in about an hour."
But they had less time than he supposed. The huts of the chieftain were arranged in a half-moon and around them in a complete circle was a large fence that served to keep the cattle in at night. As soon as Cannanore left his hut he heard the grind and hump of machinery. A jeep clanked through the now opened gate and ground to a halt in the center of the yard. Outside the kraal the mercenary saw a dusty troop transport stop and from it a squad of uniformed men emerged and entered the complex.
From the jeep a young dapper black officer, a captain dismounted. Cannanore slunk back into the shadows to observe but not be seen. The men wore the standard uniform of the Ugandan army. They were professionals. And they had illegally crossed the border a few miles away.
The aspiring chieftain emerged from his hut and hurried toward the officer. His normal proud and arrogant manner had been abandoned. He was servile and obeisant, expressing over and over his willingness to do anything at all for the honored soldiers.
"My general understands," said the young officer, "that you have some American prisoners taken from a local safari. He feels that they might be of value to our government and out leader Didi Mani. Respectfully he requests that you turn them over to us, in an exchange."
There were mixed feelings in the chieftain's face. Cannanore read fear, regret and greedy expectation in his expression. Anxiously the chieftain looked around at the squad of armed and ready soldiers.
"Anything you want, of course," he said at last in a nervous voice. "I am honored that you are here. But there is only one left. The others I ... they unfortunately died."
"One will probably be sufficient for negotiation purposes. The general will be very grateful to you."
"And the exchange?" queried the chieftain hopefully, but not insistently.
"As you know, Uganda feels that this part of Kenya should properly belong to her. My general feels that when we do take possession of this territory Mani can be persuaded in exchange for your services to make you his official representative in the area."
"Ah yes, how kind," smiled the chieftain, disguising his disappointment atthis empty promise and his grief at losing the pretty young blond. But he dared not go against armed soldiers with his unprepared men. With a nod he had two men fetch Christina and place her in the jeep.
From a thick undergrowth Christina's brother August watched. Unable to find his way back to the safari he had waited in hiding outside the kraal hoping to help. But there had been nothing he could do. Nor could he give himself up to the chieftain after having watched three of his friends mercilessly executed. Yet he was hungry, starved beyond endurance. Ohter than a few berries he knew to be non-poisonous he had nothing to eat for days.
Intently now he stared at the truck. He did not know why they had gone inside, had no idea it had anything to do with his pretty sister. But one of the soldiers had been eating as they drove up and had stuffed the remnants of his meal into a knapsack. August stared almost deliriously at the bag on a seat in the transport. All he could think of was food. Now was his chance. It was only a few yards away.
CHAPTER FIVE
Christina waited naked and alone in the basement of an old Dutch house not far inside the Uganda border. It was now army headquarters in the area. The array of whips and machines that surrounded her could only mean the room had been equipped as some sort of torture or interrogation chamber. Along the north wall were many doors leading to small dark cells. Confused and frightened, she waited fearfully for someone to come.
At last a group of black soldiers clambered down the stairs. The uniformity of their dress bespoke membership in a regular army and not just guerillas. In their midst was a large man dressed in a somewhat flamboyant general's attire. He walked over to the waiting girl with a smile on his thick face.
"So you are one of those kidnapped from the safari. We have been seeking you." His English was nearly perfect.
"Who are you? And why do you want me?" she asked softly, trying to keep the fear out of her voice.
"I am a general in the Republic's Army. Our leader the honorable Didi Mani has seen fit to instruct me with keeping the peace here among our people and in defending this portion of the Kenya border. The duty therefore fell upon me of finding you unfortunate people and bringing you to safety within our borders. Unfortunately I understand you are the only one left alive."
Though Christina had no idea what had happened to her brother she felt it better not to mention him. With a nod she indicated her agreement. "So you came to rescue us?" she asked timorously.
"No, we came to make you our prisoner rather than that self-declared petty chieftain's. He is narrow, unimaginative and would have wasted you as he did the rest of your party.
"But you might be of more value to us, pretty little white one. Both Kenya and the United States seem to wish to keep this kidnapping quiet. Apparently for different reasons they are afraid of publicity. If we guarantee to keep your return-or demise-secret, we may be able to negotiate some of our demands about territory and transportation through Kenya. Unwittingly you have become a political pawn."
"You have no right to keep me here," she asserted stiffly.
"We have the power to retain you. And in modern Uganda power and right are equivalent. Since you are weak and defenseless we will do with you the things we please. Precisely all that we will do with you the days you are here," he continued, looking significantly about him at the various devices of torture, "what we do I am as yet not sure."
"Just what are you saying?" she asked, her anxiety building rapidly. Before answering the large black officer picked up a nearby switch and unexpectedly lay three lashes across her unprotected flesh. With a startled cry Christina huddled away from him.
"You will note young one that this room has been designed for the pleasure of the captors, my pleasure, not that of the prisoners. How I shall enjoy myself with your body I have not yet determined. But the decision will be wholly mine."
Suddenly the young blond became indignant and angry at his arbitrary and impudent manner. "You don't have any right. Your power just gives you the ability to transgress and abuse my natural human rights."
"Let me demonstrate," he smirked. From his holster he pulled a revolver, turned and fired a round squarely through the heart of the man next to him. The soldier stumbled back and crashed to the floor dead. None of the other men in the room protested or even seemed to find the incident out of the ordinary.
But Christina cried out in horror at what had happened. "You murdered him," she accused in shock, "you murdered him."
"True, I killed him. But murder is your judgment. A typical American judgment. He was a soldier and I a general. I had the right, the power to do with him as I pleased. I chose his death."
"You're inhumane," she gasped, "you shot him cruelly just for your own selfish pleasure."
"First of all, I am not a humanitarian. Second, it was not cruel for it was quick, unanticipated and relatively painless. Third, it was not selfish, for that man was one of my best soldiers. Just last week I put him in for a special commendation. It was not in my best interest to kill him. Perhaps it was unfortunate that he happened to be the one standing next to me.
"And last of all," he continued in a soft self-possessed voice, "it gave me no pleasure. I look upon each soldier as no more than a potential corpse. There is no pleasure in pumping lead into someone already considered dead."
Christina stood there wide-eyed, shaking her head in disbelief. "You're an animal," she whispered, "an inhuman beast."
"I see you still do not understand my logic, the logic of our ruler and Uganda itself. It has been the logic of our tribe for centuries. Neither the British, the Dutch or the Portuguese ever understood it. But perhaps if you stay here long enough you shall learn. And it will give me great enjoyment, great personal pleasure to teach it to you. I believe we will begin the lessons now."
The heavyset officer nodded to his men and two of them grabbed her. She struggled uselessly. Quickly they turned her upside down and held her ankles up in the air together as they tied them to a rope suspended through a pulley from the ceiling. On the other end, two men tugged at the cord until Christina hung in mid-air, her hands and long blond hair dangling a good foot above the floor. Her wrists were tied together so that her hands were useless.
"What are you going to do?" she asked in a trembling voice realizing that in this position she was helpless.
"It is gratifying that you are so anxious to learn pretty one," he answered, deliberately beginning to remove his clothing. "I am going to satisfy my whims upon your body. You shall see."
"In our country we say do unto others as you would have them do unto you," she gasped in a final effort to reason with him.
"And so would I if I were in your country," he countered easily. "In Uganda one strives to obtain the power to do unto others as he wills."
Naked he stood before her. She was surprised to see he was not as fat as she supposed. Though his stomach, hips and thighs were large, they were thick with muscles. There was hidden strength in his build.
Sensuously he began to move his hands over her body, slowly kneading her firm large hips and testing their resilience. They were warmer and smoother than those of black women he judged. He was surprised to see how sensitive her ass hole was, causing her to squirm uncomfortably when he dug a finger into it. Carefully he pried her fat pussy lips apart and gazed studiously into her cunt. Only two of his fat fingers could work together into the opening of her love cave and he knew that she must just recently have lost her virginity.
Christina gave out a squeal when he pinched her clit that made him smile with delight. Again and again he rolled and tweaked the tiny button just to hear her little short cries, and feel her helpless body jerk spontaneously under his touch.
"We have very few white women here," he spoke sonorously as his hands moved over her tummy and waist, down toward her breasts. "But from what I have seen, you are much more beautiful than most. The men of your country must find you exceptionally desirable."
She heard his compliment but ignored him. Already feeling dizzy from her inverted position she struggled to keep herself under control in spite of the indignities to her body.
"Your breasts," he continued, feeling her boobs firmly with both hands, "they are so strong and full." Even upside down Christina's large jugs jutted straight out from her body in their perfect pear shape. "Many of our women's melons are as large but they are more flabby and not so exquisitely shaped."
He began to thumb her nipples intently. To her embarrassment she felt them tingle and begin to grow stiff and wrinkled. The general smiled. "At least your tits are like ours, large and brown and easily aroused."
At last he stepped back for an overall view. "Beautiful," he said appreciatively, "absolutely beautiful. Raise her a little," he commanded the soldiers. Obediently they tugged on the rope until her head was even with his genitals.
Only inches away the sweet-sour sweaty odor of his cock and balls almost gagged, her. Yet she looked at them and saw he was aroused. His prick was a good eight inches long and fat as three fingers. Though not as big as Captain Cannanore she had to admit he was well hung and thicker. He was much larger than her brother's dong which had ripped open her cherry.
"It is my desire you suck my cock," he said softly.
"No," was her simple reply.
"You shall learn," he responded without threat or protest. One of the soldiers handed him a short thin cord that he tied about one of her thighs. With the help of a short stick about which the cord was looped he began gradually to tighten the hemp until it cut into her flesh. She moaned with discomfort but he did not stop. Instead the rope continued to bite into her flesh until the reddened swollen leg began to balloon away from her pelvis. And still he continued to turn the peg.
"Oh stop, stop," she cried out at last, sweat beginning to form on her brow. "Stop it. It feels like you're cutting my leg off. It hurts."
"And I could cut it off young one," he said, continuing to smile. "Just by tightening it further. But I shan't. I only wished to demonstrate how easy it is for me to cause you pain, make you obey me. Will you eat my peter now?"
"No," she repeated forcefully. "I won't." But with the agony from her thigh she was no longer sure of herself.
Without comment the general took a doubled rope and stretched it across her breasts and tied it firmly in back. One bit into her cone halfway between the base and the tip. The other cut her just above the nipple. Inserting another peg he began to tighten the cords cruelly.
"Tell me little white girl when you're ready to obey."
"Never," she gasped bravely, though she could already feel the roughness of the hemp against her tender flesh. Methodically her captor turned the peg, distorting her beautiful mounds and forcing their tips to squeeze between the tightening ropes. The pressed ends turned bright red and she felt them burn furiously. Flooded with blood the nipples became hard spears that jutted painfully forward.
Christina was miserable but she kept her teeth tightly clenched, refusing to cry out and add to her tormentor's pleasure. But the general was in no hurry and continued to tighten the bonds until a full third of her pulsing breast stuck out unnaturally between the ropes. Blood vessels were bursting and she would carry the bruises for weeks.
"Oh God, stop, stop, stop!" she cried out at last, the pain in her tits burning madly. "Oh please stop. I can't stand anymore."
The large black man paused for a moment to let her catch her breath. Her lovely body was quivering in agony.
"Are you ready to suck now?" he asked calmly.
The girl gathered her last morsel of courage as she swung miserably from the ceiling. Somehow she managed to force out a hoarse guttural, "no."
"Well perhaps we've done enough to your jugs for the moment," he commented in a benevolent tone. "They are so exquisitely beautiful I should not want to damage them permanently. We have other devices."
At his nod one of the guards brought him a steel belt and a leather strap. Quickly the general took the belt and looped it around her waist, tightening it until it cut into her flesh. He tested it to make sure it could not slip up toward her bottom.
The leather strap had two perfect wood cones attached to the inside. He locked one end of the strap to the back of the steel belt, looped it up between her legs and back down to hook it on the belt in front. Her captor was careful to position the cones so that the tip of one slightly protruded into her anus and the other into her quim. As the leather strap was tightened the two cones would be forced deeper and deeper into her tender holes.
The cone that pushed into her ass hole was three fingers long and just as thick at its base. When fully implanted it would stretch her bunghole half the width of a man's hand. But the cone that protruded into her cunt was six inches long and six inches wide at the base. If it were forced in two inches it would stretch the opening to her love cave the same amount. Two inches deeper and her pussy would be spread open four. Anf if it fully impaled her tight cunt it would be stretched the full half-foot, much wider than a man's fist.
All of this he explained to her in detail though with her breasts will in pain she had difficulty focusing on what he was saying. "Six inches," he concluded with satisfaction. "And just moments ago I had trouble getting two fingers in there. Perhaps you will learn now to obey my orders."
"I am going to stand in front of you so that my cock is within easy reach of your mouth. At any time you wish to start sucking feel free. But understand I am not going to quit tightening this strap just because you finally obeyed my command. I shall not stop driving these cones into you until you make me come."
With that, he immediately gave a turn on the peg. Christina moaned as she felt the wood cones press a little further into her. But it was not yet from pain. Rather it was from fearful expectation and her feeling of total helplessness.
Gradually the two pins were forced into her two holes. The unfamiliar tickling sensation in her anus bothered her most at first but soon she felt the pressure in her cunt. With a start she realized that her little pink opening was already spread as wide as either August or Cannanore had forced it. And still the pressure increased.
The force of the cylinder was not unpleasant but yet it was formidable. There was no relaxation of the tension and she could feel its irresistible entry into her cave. The surface of her hole was stretched and being pulled slowly inward. Even her sensitive clitoris was being sucked in by it. She could already feel the little nub brushing against the wood, giving her an exciting tingling sensation.
Suddenly a shot of pain interrupted her. But it was from her shit hole, not her cunt. She became acutely aware of the cone now stretching the tight little pucker. It had passed beyond a funny tickle as her sphincters were pinched and the flesh began to stretch tight over the wood.
"Yh, uh, uh, uhhhh," she groaned as the peg continued to open up the little porthole. "Oh, oh, oww. Owww," she squealed as now suddenly her tiny clit was pinched against the other unyielding dildo. "Oh, ohh. Oh, oh," she cried, trying to maintain her self-control. Yet steadily the pressure increased in anus and cunt. The latter was now becoming unbearable, spreading the small opening by three inches. It was far wider than it had ever been before and pulsing jolts of fire began to spread from her twat throughout her body.
"My God, six inches," she thought to herself, recalling the general's words, "six inches. That's as large asa baby. My God it'll tear me apart."
"Stop," she began to beg, "please stop. You'll destroy me."
The big man said not a word but methodically kept tightening the strap. The pressure in her anus was unbelievable. She couldn't take much more. And the pain in her quim began to merge with the throbbing in her shit hole.
"Ah, ah, ahhh," she cried loudly for the first time as her cunt began to burn like fire. Six inches would rip her open. From the inner edge of her cock hole to her fat outer lips her pussy stretched taut against the intruding prod. The thin white of her ass hole felt as if it would tear.
"Oh, oh. Oh God, no. Oh," she groaned as she began to jerk her hips, trying futiley to escape the pain. Her eyes watered and tears began to trickle. "Ah God, oh, no, no, no more!"
For the first time she realized she could not resist. Otherwise she'd be ripped open from ass hole to her rose bush. She could not stand the agony. Her whole ass was alive with fire and pain.
"His cock," she muttered half-aloud. "His cock." She was defeated, thoroughly humiliated. She had never done it before but she'd have to take it in her mouth.
"No, no," she protested to herself, summoning her courage. "No, no. I won't do it. I won't let him make me. I ... oh, oh, uh, ah, ahhhh," she began to scream aloud. Her cunt hole was stretched a good four inches wide now, nearly twice as broad as anything she'd ever taken in it before. She sensed a warm trickle running through her ass crack and down her back. It was blood from her rupturing shit hole.
"Oh God, oh God, oh God," she gasped, passing her limits of endurance. The room was beginning to whirl about her. She was dizzy from pain. "Oh God," she moaned, beginning desperately to look for his cock. It was right there in front of her but she was having difficulty getting it. Her tongue lashed out for it, her lips sucked for it but the pecker was too far away. She arched her body forward, grasping at it with her mouth and missed.
She began to swing back and forth, and with each approach she jackknifed her body forward trying to capture the elusive peter. Two, three times she grabbed for it and failed. The general did not help her but watched her frantic efforts with delight. At last she found it and locked her lips tightly about the big head.
The pain in her twat was excrutiating now. Her body was covered with sweat. Eagerly she sucked at the fat pole gradually pulling her face up onto it. As soon as possible she began to lathe it with her tongue, flicking over the fat knob as rapidly as she could. She remembered his words. She had to make him come.
And still the cones pushed endlessly in. There was not a bit of her pussy not stretched tight against the wood. Well buried along its length her tiny throbbing clit was crushed flat. Blood poured freely now from her bunghole as the thin flesh slowly ripped open.
Never did she stop sucking nor her tongue stop licking. Rapidly she squeezed, bathed, caressed and tortured the fat sausage. Her head jerked wildly up and down the shaft from head to balls, pulling at it to come.
"Ah, ah, ahhh," she cried out with mouth still stuffed with the thick meat. There was new pain in her crotch. Her cunt too was beginning to tear. She'd waited too long. It was too late.
Deliriously she jerked and sucked on the prick. Then finally, at last it began to swell. She could feel a slight throbbing deep down at its base. She was going to make him climax. Furiously she screwed her face about the hard spear as her lips careened up and down the glossy black shaft. She prayed for salvation, for hot come to flood her mouth.
Feeling his cock ready, and sensing she could take no more, the general ceased tightening the strap. But he held back from coming. His fingers pressed hard on the flat base of the larger cone and he began to force it to twist and rock inside the blond's tortured quim.
Tears of thanksgiving filled Christine's eyes when she felt the release of tension. Eagerly she began to love up the bulbous head and caress the long slit at the tip of his cock. Her little pink tongue was all over the large black mushroom, thanking it and worshipping it.
"Oh, oh uuumph," she moaned in a muffled voice. Her clit still burned like fire and her ass hole felt like raw meat. But this time there was pleasure as the wooden cane in her cunt began to excite her. In spite of the intense pain it had all the wonderful feel of real cock, hard, intense and demanding. Involuntarily she secreted some love honey on the hard peg, making its screwing motion easier.
Her flattened clitoris was throbbing so hard she began to jerk her hips in rhythm to its pulsing. The stinging pain became a sensuous vibrant warmth. The ruptured ass hole began to join in the rapidly growing quaking tempo of her twat.
"Ah, ah, ahh, ahh, ohhhh," she began to croon between lips filled with hot, black meat. The moist native rhythm between her legs crescendoed rapidly. She began to jerk and twist her awkwardly suspended hips wildly, desperate to increase the screwing friction of her cunt against the hard cone.
Suddenly the thick black dick shuddered and steaming hot jism exploded into her mouth. "God yes, yes, yes," she gulped as she swallowed it greedily. Never was a woman so eager to drink a man's come. It flooded her throat and nose. A river of it boiled over her upper lip and ran down her cheeks to encrust her brow and saturate her hair.
Then her own body erupted into full orgasm. Suspended by her ankles she bobbed and jerked, twisted and turned in mid-air. Her muscles rippled as wave after hot wave assaulted her body. One of her tortured sphincters let go and a flood of piss bubbled up around the buried cone and ran down her flat tummy.
"Yes, yesss. Oh god yess," she gurgled, almost choking as the thick juice still pumped into her mouth. "Ah, ah yes. Fuck my mouth. Fuck me."
The general continued to twist the dildo cruelly as his climax rose and fell. His body writhed and quaked as he poured his jism between the white girl's lips. Her face was drenched with the stuff.
Like a frog dangling from a cord her knees began to arch and twitch in spasms, bobbing her up and down as her mouth pulled the spurting cock along with her. Her hips screwed and turned about the hard cones in her twat. Her body was stinging and alive.
"Oh God I love it. I love it," she whined as the foam bubbled out of her nostrils. Wildly she twisted, jerked and squirmed as she dangled from the ceiling. Her hard muscled hips twitched spastically with a life of their own.
The general reached down and grabbed one of her tortured bloated tits. Cruelly he dug his nails into it and began to turn it methodically. Christina cried out in agony as her chest burst into flame. There was no escaping the grand fury in her deformed melon but she wanted it, loved it, begged for it. "Hurt it," she cried with her mouth full of shooting cock, "hurt it. Make me feel my breasts!"
Every muscle in her body was alive as it either quivered, trembled or jerked. She was in tune with every sensation that enveloped her. The fingernails in her already tortured breast, the cool draft that caressed her quaking sweating body, the gorgeous cone that split open her oiling oozing cunt, everything was in accord. Whether gentle pleasure or outrageous pain, it filled her to bursting. Death was the loss of sensation and knowledge. Life was just this, an infinity of sensations, boundless in variety and origin. It was complete awareness of her body, total knowledge of what it was to be a sensuous animal.
It was her destiny to be fucked, to be a moist, beautiful mound of throbbing pleasure for men. For the first time she saw it clearly, understood that this was her very essence. She jerked with pleasure at the pain in her cunt and breast, received with joy the gushing come in her mouth. It was all the same, to be tortured or loved. To feel pleasure or pain was to be alive, fulfilled and satisfied.
The taste buds of her mouth were thriving, existing intensely for the first time. The gratification was endless. Never had she tasted a man's come before and she couldn't get enough. Greedily she sucked at the fragrant, sweet and sour stuff and was exalted as she drew forth more and more from his pumping balls. Her only prayer was that he would never stop. She gorged herself on it, letting it fill her aching belly.
She didn't care what the man did to her, she loved him. She loved all men if only they'd torture and fuck her. Christina's whole existence culminated in this one intensive orgasm. It was what it meant to be a woman: to have cunt and shit hole ripped open, her breasts agonized and mained, her mouth to be so filled with climaxing cock so copious it flooded out her nostrils, drooled from between her lips and choked her as eagerly she tried to drink it all.
The girl loved that pumping prick inside her. Loved the man who raped her mouth. She was lucky to have learned so young, to have learned at all. Everything was unimportant. School, sports, society, friends, all of it was meaningless. The whole world was wasted if she were not a woman. And to be a female meant to be a bitch in heat with lusty cocks prodding, probing and flooding her body, with cruel hands ripping and tearing at her flesh for their own selfish pleasure. Their joy was her joy, her goal and destiny in life.
Her beautiful blond body bounced, twisted and screwed in mid-air. Even when the force of his ejaculation slackened she would not let go of his peter with her lips. Desperately she sucked at the hot wet prod, draining out every drop of precious juice. There would be too few moments like this in life. She'd already wasted too much time as a stupid virgin. The girl could not allow a single drop of that thick rank goo to be spilled. Madly she sucked, gulped and swallowed at the profound jism.
But at last he pulled back, spent and exhausted. He had to struggle to maintain his balance with his weakened legs. With delight he surveyed his handiwork. Christina's beautiful body still quivered excitedly, helplessly.
"Oh yes, yes," she groaned, gasping for air, "oh yes fuck me. Fuck me anytime. Oh, God, yes it's good, so good."
The officer had her lowered from the ceiling. She lay trembling on the floor, hands and ankles still bound, the strap with its two cones still tight across her twat. The twin ropes still distorted her lovely breasts. She stared up at him with her large blue eyes, filled now with awe and admiration. One by one he loosed her bonds until she was free.
"Very good, little white girl. Very good," he said with satisfaction.
"I loved it," she whispered, her throat dry. "I loved it. Do it to me again always."
"Did you learn your lesson?"
"That I should always obey you?"
"That it is your place as a prisoner to obey me. It is your role to suffer pain or pleasure at my slightest whim, without protest. Just as it is a soldier's duty to kill or be killed upon command and to do nothing unless ordered. So it is your place to suffer pain am humiliation at my desire and to honor my every wish."
"I'm learning," she mumbled, "but teach me again. Teach me often. Teach me again soon, please."
CHAPTER SIX
The general fulfilled Christina's desire to continue her lessons, though after recovering from her first ordeal she regretted what she had asked. Each day he introduced a new method of torment and with most of them the torture had been accompanied by rapturous sequences of orgasms.
She lost track of time, her mind confused by the alternating rhythms of cruel pain and frantic ecstasy. Today she lay pinned on a hard table. Early that morning she had been strapped down by two strips of uncured cowhide, one across her waist and the other across her breasts. They had been thoroughly soaked in water so that now as they dried they cut viciously into her flesh. Due to the one about her belly she could breathe only in short gasps. The strip set squarely across her nipples pressed them now so that they were squeezed almost down to her flat chest. The fat of her boobs bulbed out grotesquely on either side of the strip and the pain was excrutiating. Her arms had been left free but they were helpless against the tight bonds.
Her cunt had been left open for a good purpose. The general had given permission for all of his men when off duty to come down and have a piece of her tail. So far she had entertained over forty men at least once and her bottom lay in a lake of sticky spent jism. Yet she had never climaxed at all. But some days she did not come and it was up to her to contend with the pain as best she could.
When the door opened and there were footsteps on the floor she didn't even look. Mentally she prepared herself to have one more unwanted black prick jabbing itself into her pussy. Her quim certainly wouldn't be virginally tight if ever she left this room.
"I thought you might be here," said the tall black man beside her. "We've been looking for you."
"Captain Cannanore," she gasped in surprise when she recognized him. "My lover! How did you ...?"
"Shh. I stole a uniform and sneaked in. I had to make sure you were here. Keep your voice low."
"You've come to rescue me. But, oh lord," she moaned, "you can't. There are too many of them."
"There won't be soon. Most of the troops have been called to Kampala for a big political rally. Just pomp, but it'll leave the general with no more than a half-dozen men as bodyguards. That's tomorrow and they'll be gone three days. Can you hold on?"
"Yes, I think so," she whispered. "I've made it so far."
"Good, I'd better go before someone comes."
"No wait. Not yet. How is your big gorgeous thing?" she asked, significantly placing her hand on his crotch. "I loved it so. I miss it."
"I can't take time now. It's dangerous."
"Please. I've had all those ugly men inside me today. Just one quick fuck. It hurts me so wonderfully."
The captain was wavering when the door upstairs again opened. Quickly he stepped back into the shadows beneath the stairs. The general with several of his guard came pounding down the steps. Christina gasped in fearful surprise. In the midst of them was her brother August.
"A surprise for you, little white one," smiled the general merrily.
"Where did you find him?" she asked anxiously.
Though she hated seeing her brother here, she was delighted that he was alive and seemed to be in good health. Behind the group Captain Cannanore mixed into the crowd and then disappeared quietly up the steps.
"We've had him all along. When we went in after you at that so-called chieftain's he tried to steal some food from our truck and was caught. He was so undernourished we though we'd better fatten him up before introducing him to the pleasures of our little chamber."
Christina stared at August lovingly. He was naked of course and handcuffed but he stood bravely and proudly in their midst. His fine prick and balls were as handsome and delicious as ever.
"So now you two may enjoy your tortures together," smirked the officer coldly. He took a knife and cut Christina's bonds. At last she could breathe again. But her long depressed breasts still remained malformed.
"Christina, what have they done to you?" asked August in alarm as he stared at her normally gorgeous tits.
"It's all right, dearest," the beautiful blond reassured him. "It hasn't been too bad. And they haven't done any permanent damage."
"I understand," broke in the general, addressing the young boy, "that you were the one to break your sister's cherry. I'm sure you would love another humping reunion. This we shall allow you now. And I even have a special dildo designed to promote your orgasms."
"Don't trust him," warned Christina.
The general laughed. "You two will do as I say whether you trust me or not. Help the girl off the table," he commanded two of the soldiers. "And you, August, take her place."
In a moment the eighteen-year-old lay on his back. His sister was forced to kneel above him with their genitals almost touching. From a nearby cabinet their captor took an extraordinarily fat, hard dildo. Inside were a series of interlaced reeds that could accordion back and forth without letting the boy's cock escape-very much like Chinese handcuffs or fingercuffs that are sold back in the States as novelty items. The end of the false cock was open so that his juice could spurt into her womb.
"You see little white ones," lectured the officer coolly, picking up August's flaccid penis and slipping it into the reed cylinder, "that it is very easy to get over a limp pecker but difficult to remove." He jerked the dildo up and down, the reeds stretching apart and squeezing the boy's defenseless dong. August gave a low moan, though as much of pleasure as pain.
"But when he gets hard ... ," gasped Christina quickly catching on.
"... it will be extremely painful," finished the general with a smug smile. "And we have made the outside so thick that it will not slip easily when placed fully into your cunny. If you will please guide your pussy over the prod."
"No," she said firmly, "I won't,"
"And I thought you were learning so well," sighed the officer with disappointment. "It is your place to obey and to suffer. The same for August." The large man picked up a long supple switch and laid it fiercely across her body. Six, seven strokes he placed across her back and buttocks.
"Mount the dildo, Christina," he commanded her. "Mount it and fuck him."
"No," she moaned, gritting her teeth. "No, no, no," she continued to chant as he stroked the ship cruelly across her tender flesh. She was striped and bleeding, huge welts over her back, bottom and thighs. She writhed in agony. The switch disintegrated in his hand and he took another, mercilessly continuing to flail her.
"For God's sake, sis, do it. He'll beat you to death. He won't stop. Do it."
"No, no, it'll hurt you," she moaned, her lacerated back a mass of pain. "I won't. I won't, oh I won't," she gasped, suddenly collapsing on top of her brother's body, weakened and helpless in her agony. The burning was inescapable. The muscles in her body quivered like Jell-O.
Laying aside his lash the general moved over to them and grabbed the dildo, inserting it firmly into her quim. She was too spent to resist. All she could do was moan her protests helplessly.
He gave her a few moments to rest and then picked up a cruel leather whip. "Now fuck him," he commanded, striking the lash across her butt and forcing her forward. Both youngsters moaned with her sudden thrust. The fat dildo rammed full but pleasantly into her cunt, at the same time stretching August's limp dick firmly.
At first it was pleasing, the thin reeds scratching and exciting the boy's flaccid tool. He could feel his gradual erection heated by the friction of the cone. The cuff jerked up and down, alternately pinching and relaxing his growing staff as the general drove Christina's ass back and forwards by an easy rhythmic beating with the whip.
Christina's initial reaction was one of pain and fire growing across her rump. But as she helplessly lunged back and forward the fat dildo massaged and caressed her tender pink cunny, excited her little clitoris. The warmth in her twat was becoming moist and welcome. Soon she was beyond resistance.
Her ass churned up and down the fat pole that encased her brother's prick. Though she began to lubricate liberally with her juices, it still felt firm and tight inside her, pulling rudely at the tender pink hole of her love cave. The acute pain from the strokes across her butt blended with the warmth of her cunt and spread through her body. Her beautiful skin was flushed with torture and arousal.
Christina lay forward on her brother's beloved body, pushing the now steel hard nipples into his chest. She was dizzy, uncertain, confused. The cock inside her was beautiful. The girl covered his face with kisses, lathed his mouth and ears with her little pink tongue. Tears of joy filled her eyes. Never had he given her so much pleasure in her quim.
"Uh, uh ohhh, August," she moaned sensuously, "Oh, it's good." The general ceased his beating and stopped to watch. Christina's broad perfect ass was working on its own, shoving and pushing onto the fat dong with increasing frenzy. She was already close to orgasm. "Oh my beloved," she gasped, "oh fuck me. Keep fucking me. Oh how good it is."
"Sis, oh, uh, uh, sis," groaned the boy not entirely in pleasure. The delightful warmth from the initial friction had quickly grown to pain as his meat had irresistibly swollen. Fire shot through his crotch at Christina's upward jerks, eased with her downward jabs. The cuff accordioned upward, crushing his fat pole and trying to rip it from his very body. The tortured flesh squeezed out between the opened diamonds and then was pinched when they closed.
"Oh Jesus, sis. Oh Jesus," he cried as he felt his peter stiffening even more, the hurt rapidly increasing. "Please, Christina, please. I can't take it. Stop. Please Crhistina. I can't. I can't. Oh God, oh God, oh God," he panted desperately on the verge of fainting.
But she did not understand, did not clearly hear him. In pain his body was jerking along with hers, rhythmically plunging up and down as it followed her own tattoo. She sensed only that he was with her, his staccato groans in tune with hers. She was dizzy from the intense churning delirium in her cunt, arching up and pounding against her walls, ripping mercilessly at her cunt and clit. How good it felt. So big, so unbelievably big.
"Yes, yes. Oh God yes. My best fuck," she cried in delicious ecstasy. "Oh yes, yes. Fuck me, darling, fuck me, fuck me."
"Ah, ahh, ahhhhh God!" he screamed in increasing anguish. His whole body was alive with pain, his tormented dick pulsing in burning agony. Suddenly her broad bottom poised, her rhythm stopped. For a split second she hovered over the boy then crashed her twat down furiously over the unnatural prod swinging her hips wildly from side to side. Frantically she jammed and pulled the heavy tool, jerking, yanking, stretching, twisting, out, around and about her healthy young cunt.
"God, you're tearing it off. You're tearing it off," screamed the youngster as his prick literally seemed to be nearly severed from his body. "Christina, stop, stop. Please stop. Christina!" he cried in full-voiced horror.
But she was beyond hearing, her body pulsing and jerking in a primordial rhythm of its own. She was in complete abandoned orgasm. Mouth agape, eyes glassy her face twisted spastically as she threw herself into total climax.
"Ayeee, ah," she cried, "oh God. Oh fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck meeee. Harder, August, harder. Fuck me harder. Oh, fuck me I'm coming. I'm coming, I'm coming. Fuck me. Fuck me, August, fuck meeeee!"
Like a heavy machine her twat pounded up and down the thick long shaft, mercilessly screwing and twisting as it went. Her cunt lips grasped tight the prod to hold it firmly and securely in her. Her fat hips churned and screwed with frightening rapidity as they drove over the wide dildo.
"Christina! Oh Christina. Christina!" cried her frightened brother as he felt himself now also being driven to orgasm. He knew he'd be castrated if he climaxed. "Don't please. Don't make me come," he screamed to her even as he felt the juice begin to well up the long shaft. "Oh God don't make me come."
"Yes, come, come," shouted his sister, insensible in her ecstasy. "Yes, come. I want to feel it. You come. Come. Oh I'm coming. Again. I'm coming again. Please oh, oh come. I'm coming. I ... oh, oh, oh, yes, yes, yes fuck me," she yelled as she impaled herself even more crazily upon the fat prick.
"No, no, oh yes, yes I am," gasped the boy in horror, beyond the point of return. His mashed cock was fattening, getting even harder. Pain racked his body, his muscles twitching and knotting as they resisted the agony. But it was too late. It could not be helped. The surging had begun up the long duct and exploded into his sister's grotto.
"Oh yesss," she screamed deliriously, "oh yesss. He's fucking me. He's fucking me. Oh God he's coming. Oh it's hot. Ohhhh fuck meeee." Her twat was mad with lust, careening, pumping, stroking, jerking, twitching up, down, up, down the spouting volcano. "Fuck me, brother, fuck me. Oh fuck meee!"
August cired and jerked, screamed for salvation. A series of tight pliers had just crushed into his uncontrollable shooting prod. There was nothing but pain. Pain everywhere. In his cock, balls, crotch, legs, gut-nothing but searing pain. Yet he was coming. His body loved the fantastic screwing it was getting.
"Oh, oh, oh," he gasped in his horrified orgasm, struggling to remain conscious. He saw through tear flooded eyes the crazed body of his sister thrashing above him, pumping at his cock and causing his come. Her hair swirled above her head like angel's wings, her beautiful blue eyes were brilliant with ecstasy. Those huge gorgeous pears whirled, flung themselves from her flat chest in their own delirium, tossing and twisting and diving with a life of their own.
She was no longer a woman, not even an animal bitch in heat. She was a demon, an indescribably primordial creature that was fucking him to incredible torment and joy. And he didn't care any longer. The pain didn't matter as he squirted gallons of come. It was all up there somewhere, out of reach of human care or knowledge. They were in a world above the stratosphere.
"Oh yes, fuck," he gasped, "Fuck me, Christina." Pain merged with joy as he began to thrust his tortured cock deeper and deeper into his sister's cunt.
She was screaming something. It was her joy. Her gaping mouth was contorted, her nostrils flaring. Sweat dripped from her body. Her blue eyes turned back into her head. Her huge boobs kept flailing the air madly. He wanted to come, and come and come in her. Even if his prick was ripped from his balls he wanted to keep coming. There would be no end to it. He wanted to know his sister's true soul in its distorted body as it raved maniacally in the hot joy with which he bathed her quim.
Christina felt herself somewhere spinning above the universe. Her cunt, tits, legs had a life of their own. Enraptured she whirled dizzily about the beautiful endlessly exploding prick. Below her she could see her heaving, panting beloved fucking brother.
She floated in ether until naturally it began to slowly pulse to an end. She felt herself drifting down slowly, still spinning and swooping as she settled gracefully toward him. She was still impaled fully on his bloated cock. Gradually she fell until finally she landed safe and secure on his strong pliant body.
Her tits pressed hard and flattened against his chest. Her cunt wholly enveloped his exquisitely beautiful fat cock. Her thighs pressed firmly against his legs. Their hot cheeks met and melted together. She could feel the rhythmic pulsing of his body beneath her as she entwined her sweaty arms about him. How grand he was, how hot his come.
"I love you," she whispered, "it's never been so good before." Closing her eyes she fell into a contented slumber.
"I love you," he gasped without regret, not yet even knowing whether his cock was still intact. "I love you." Then quietly he fainted. Whether from pain or pleasure he found at last a calm warm grayness to envelop him.
Satisfied the general let them rest.
It was after dark when Christina awoke. August was beginning to stir under her, regaining consciousness. She gave him a tender kiss on the lips and gave a gentle squeeze to the cock still implanted in her cunt. The girl was still enfolded in the afterglow of her fantastic orgasm. Then suddenly she remembered it was not his prick at all but a fiendish torture device inside her.
Quickly she climbed off of him and began to ease the false prick off his tool. She was frightened to think of what she might have done to him. He opened his eyes and looked at her. "It hurts," he whispered simply.
"I know, dearest," she replied tenderly. Gently she reached her fingers under the hard dildo and found the base of the reed cone. As carefully as she could she began to lift it up and over his peter, taking care not to let it stretch and accordion. Even so he moaned frequently with discomfort. At last she had it off and his limp prick fell helplessly against his leg. The prod was red and puffy, bleeding in places. Though completely spent it seemed swollen almost to twice its normal size.
Gently she touched it and he winced in pain. Suddenly she was infuriated at what they had done to him-made her do to him with her susceptible body.
The door above them opened and a lone soldier descended the steps. In his hands were two large bowls full of a native stew concoction.
"The general says you'd better eat. Need your strength for tomorrow." Suddenly Christina saw red. There would be no end to this cruelty and humiliation. Spontaneously she grabbed the two vessels and slammed first one and then the other against the side of the man's head. Stunned the soldier dropped to the floor.
The pretty blond looked quickly around ready to defend herself. But there was no one else there. The door upstairs was open. She knew somewhere in the bushes Captain Cannanore and his men were hidden. Their chance for escape had come sooner than expected.
"Come on, August. Let's run for it," she urged her brother, almost forcing him to his feet. The boy could hardly move. But walking almost bowlegged he managed to follow her. The pass through the house was easy. Guards outside lounged about complacently, rapt in mutual conversations.
With Christina literally shoving her brother forward they made it through the garden and were in the clear. Escape seemed miraculously close when the alarm was sounded behind them. Groups of soldiers ran in every direction, one of them right on their trail. Christina helped her brother along as fast as she could until their pursuers spotted them. Their glistening white bodies were impossible to miss in the bright moonlight.
Hurriedly they pushed on with the soldiers only paces behind. The girl stumbled clumsily on a tree limb and fell on her ass. August toppled down prone beside her.
"Come on," she urged him, "hurry."
"I can't," the boy gasped. "I can't. Too much pain. You go on. Leave me."
"No, no, August," she whimpered, desperately trying to raise him. She could see the soldiers almost on top of them. Unexpectedly she felt an exceptionally strong arm grasp tight about her waist, a large hand clamp over her mouth. She tried to struggle but found she was quickly being dragged away. Other hands grabbed her and she was being carried helplessly into the bushes.
She caught a last fleeting glimpse of her brother as the pursuers caught up to him. Roughly two of them took his shoulders and started dragging him back to the house. He was again their captive.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Christina lay safely in Captain Cannanore's camp, five miles from the general's stronghold. She had given up pleading for them to go back after her brother and sat quietly looking at the men about her. Another black in addition to Cannanore, three whites and an Oriental. The young blond shivered as she gazed at them. Each one seemed so mean, hard and cruel.
She became conscious suddenly that they were carefully, greedily studying the contours of her beautiful naked body. Though trying not to seem self-conscious she huddled so as to cover some of her nudity. She was thankful her lover Cannanore was there to protect her. But still they stared.
At last she got up and strolled over to the tall black leader. Casually she tried to hold her arms so as to cover her tits and cunt, keeping her hips tight together. Quietly she sat down beside him.
"Do you have a blanket or something to cover me?" she whispered. "I think your men are getting a little ... a little excited."
"You want clothing? I thought you and I would fuck tonight," he answered calmly.
Christina sat thoughtfully for a moment. After all she'd been through and after her brother's recapture she felt it callous of him to speak of humping. But because of his virile nature she couldn't altogether blame him.
"I'll let you have me if you want me," she whispered at last, low enough that the others couldn't hear her, "you know I love you. But first I think we'd better consider my brother."
"Your brother's already been considered," he spoke now so that all could hear. "The bulk of the general's men leave for Kampala tomorrow. He'll have maybe six or so left. Two of my men are going st start a diversion down by the border in the morning after they've gone. That will draw the general and most of his men away for several hours. We can easily overcome the one or two guards he leaves and then rescue your brother."
"Oh," she said with relief, "thank you. I should have known you'd have a plan."
"And now how about some fucking?" he countered quickly in response.
"Oh, shhh. Quiet. Keep your voice down," she whispered anxiously. She turned red with embarrassment when he had not bothered to lower his voice. The other five men stared at her more intently now, grim smiles of want on their faces.
"Don't let them know," she continued in a very low voice. "Don't ... excite them unduly. Let's find a quiet place nearby to be alone. Where they won't hear me co ... , hear us; or, or see."
Captain Cannanore laughed and laughed loudly. For fear of detection there was no fire but she could see him clearly in the moonlight, even blacker than the underbrush in the shimmering silver of the night. His long legs pulled up, his arms dangling as they rested from his knees, his white teeth bright in the evening glow, he looked like a fiend of hell reveling in its own evil. He said nothing but only trembled and shook with laughter.
"The captain says you are a choice piece," said a little wiry whiteman, standing up and beginning to undo his tunic. She guessed he was a cockney from his accent.
"And very grateful for those who risk their lives to save you," seconded another, unsnapping the leather belt about his waist.
"We all brothers in face of death," added the Oriental, rising from the stump where he had been seated. In a ghostly pantomime all five mercenaries undressed till they stood before Christina as naked as the child herself.
"Cannanore, what does this mean?" she asked hurriedly, anxiously. "Protect me."
"It means they are risking their lives for you and they expect their reward."
"They'll get their reward back in Nairobi."
"If they live and you live. Soldiers of fortune tend to take their treasures where they find them."
"No, I won't," she gasped as the five men approached her. Lithely she jumped to her feet and started to run but Cannanore easily tripped her. She fell into a thorn bush and cried out in pain as the needles pressed into her soft flesh.
In the ghostly darkness she struggled to free herself from the shrub when she felt two strong hands grip her by the ass and turn her over. The needles that had pressed her breasts and quim now stuck into her back and bottom.
"No please," she moaned, "the thorns."
"Your body will protect me from the shrub," chortled the little cockney, his fat hard cock poised stiff only inches from her helpless cunt. With one determined lunge he planted the fat dork fully between her pussy lips. Christina moaned in pain at being pushed against the hard thorns, at the forced intrusion into her dry cunt and at the humiliation.
"Cannanore," she cried out, "Cannanore please help me." The tall black man sat as he had, laughing with pleasure as he watched. "Please Cannanore," she cried, "please. You loved me once."
"I do not love women," he guffawed in response. "I fuck them." The captain watched with glee as he saw his comrade's prick begin to dive demandingly between the two creamy white pussy lips. Down and down it dug repeatedly into the shadowy crevice. Christina screamed in pain. The thick growth of briars had formed a cradle of sharp thorns so that she swung helplessly back and forth as the cockney pounded into her.
She hated him. She could smell him. The odor of sweaty clothes, the stink that rose from his crotch. Unwashed and unclean he smothered her with his aroma as he did with his body. She gasped for clean air as his prod plowed her furrow and the thorns plucked, ripped and tore her back. She was screaming in pain long before he was halfway there.
Yet his fattened dick pumped her mercilessly, expertly sliding deep in and out. And in spite of her pain from the briars she felt his hard tool more than anything. To her humiliation, her tits began to harden and tingle. That damnable itching was growing in her cunt again. She let loose a flood of cream that soaked her cunt and oiled her entrance. Once again her clit was alive and erect, twtiching with its lustful desires.
"I hate it!" she cried, "hate it." But her body responded in spite of pain and degradation, her cunt quivering expectantly at the beginning of each thrust. Stoutly she tried to steel herself against the irresistible unadulterated pleasure of just plain fucking. But she couldn't.
Once again it was alive and inside her. Once more she felt like a woman. She hated him; hated his cock. But she had fought against her brother when he first raped her, against Cannanore and the general-and each time she had loved it, climaxing in endless waves of uncontrollable comes.
But she detested this filthy little man that clung to her. Hated his hands on her responsive boobs and his dick in her juicing cunt. She had to resist. She was not an animal. The thorns at her back dug maliciously into her flesh, ripped gashes into her butt as she swung back and forth on top of them.
"I shan't come," she moaned. "I won't. I won't, I won't," yet she knew she was lying. Her body loved it, welcomed it. Spontaneously her knees arched to take him in closer, deeper. "No, no, no," she chanted with each thrust. "No, no, I don't want it, I don't, no, no, no."
But Christina rocked back and forth on her bed of thorns, and the warm pain of the little pricks increased her sense of pleasure as the thick prod lunged and shoved selfishly between her fat cunt lips and deep into her grotto.
"Oh yes," she finally moaned degraded and defeated. She could no longer resist the heaving salami inside. "Oh yes," she cried loudly now, wanting them all to witness her debasement, "yes, yes, yes. Let him fuck me. All of you fuck me, you sons-of-a-bitches I'm a bitch in heat. I love fucking. All of you! Fuck my fucking brains out. You dirty little bastards."
"Oh blimey, she's good cunt," gasped the little man as he stroked rapidly into her.
"Ohhh yesss," she sighed again, this time in her lowest sexiest voice as she felt his body pause, cock stiffen. "He's going to do it to me," she warned them all, "he's going to do it." She arched her crotch up against his, her fat cunny lips shoving against his lean dangling balls.
"Everybody watch. Everybody!" she cried angrily on the verge of his orgasm. "You dirty sons-of-a-bitches watch him humiliate me, rape me in public.
And every one of you is going to do the same. I don't even know your names. But he's going to do it. And I love it. I love fucking. I love fucking. Fuck me you little scrawny bastard, fuck me!" she challenged heatedly.
She wrapped her thighs tight about his, locking her legs irresistibly behind his bottom. Her long strong arms grabhed him and shoved her to him, almost suffocating the little cockney in her huge breasts. Like a spider she crushed his frame to her body, rocking him back and forth on her bed of needles.
"Oh blimey, blimey," the wiry man gasped, "what a piece o' tail. Oh God in 'eaven I'm going to come. Oh God, God yes. Oh, oh blimey," he moaned as his stiff dick began to pump gallons of fresh hot come into her cave. Immediately he began to shove again, fiercely up and down into her shallow furrow. The crowd watched delighted in the moonlight as the well greased pole plummented frnatically into the tight wound and the couple crooned and moaned together.
Christina was yelling, cursing, writhing hysterically. Fuck me, you little limey. Dick your little pole in my cunt. You're a shit-head. You're all shit-heads. But fuck me, don't stop fucking. I love to be fucked. I love it. I ... oh, oh, oh God yes." Suddenly he crushed his body to her, the shoving and twisting of her ass doubled in speed and then grew ever faster and faster. Her twat went crazy, reaming itself with noisy plops rapidly, with lightning speed against his cock.
"Oh yes, yes. I ... oh, oh. Oh cooming. Oh, oh, fuck ... oh fuck, fuck me. Oh yes. Oh. Coming. Coming! Coming! Oh, oh, oh. Now. Now. Ah. Uh ha. Oh, oh, ohhhhh. Oh fuuuuck, fuuuuck, fuuuuck," she screeched into the black wilderness.
Yellowish glistening jism began to flood from her crack, spreading over her hips. It sparkled in the pale light, like a lake of diamonds gradually inundating her clear bottom and thighs. In spite of the sharp pains in her back the couple rocked together rapturously as the fat dork taxed her quivering quim until both were drained of juice and strength.
Christina sighed as they slowed and came to a halt. She rested a moment before she spoke but then her words were venomous. "Now get off me, you ugly brute," she mocked cruelly, "you're disgusting, you stink and don't ever think I liked screwing you. It's your cock and balls I like to hump, not you. Get off so another one of you loathsome men can give me some hard pole. I'll come. I love coming. But I think you're all a bunch of shit-heads.
"You," she said pointing to the miserable little Oriental as soon as the cockney disengaged, "you're next." Methodically Christina screwed each in turn. The thorn pricks in her back became numb or she ignored them. One by one she outmatched them all until only the captain was left.
"And you, Cannanore?" she whispered, her voice full of malice and hatred. "You want some more pretty white young cunny? It's here for the taking." She smiled at him smugly. She may have been raped by the randy bunch but she had managed to keep the upper hand with her flagrant abandoned orgasms. They had never subordinated her.
The tall handsome Negro smiled down at her as he carefully unbuttoned his shirt and trousers. It was not his style to let the female dominate him. He looked studiously into her face.
"I think your shit hole is still virgin," he stated with deliberation. "That's where I'll have you." He stood before her impudently, his cock jutting its full thirteen plus inches up and outward from his lean body.
"Go ahead," she challenged insolently, confident of anything he could throw at her. Then suddenly the tips of her mouth curved into a frown as she thought of the tinyness of her little brown bunghole and the hugeness of his fat thirteen inches.
"Good," he whispered smugly, "turn over."
"No," she suddenly protested in rising anxiety. "You'll take me in the cunt just like the rest. Like I gave it to you before."
"Neither man nor woman tells Cannanore what he will do," the soldier laughed, realizing he had won. He was dominant now.
"No," she began to plead, whimpering like a child and whispering to him secretively, "please don't. You know you could have me without rape. Not there. I'm too small. You'll tear me open and there aren't any doctors. Please. You can have me in my cunt any time, any way you want it."
"I'll have you anyplace," he hissed cruelly, "anyplace I want, whenever and however I want." Without pause he grabbed her legs with his strong arms and tossed her over on her stomach. Christina shrieked out in pain and fear as the thorns tore loose from her back and bottom, shredding her skin, then plunged anew into her boobs, belly and cunt. The little girl whimpered in pain. The briers were once again her hammock and cut her flesh horribly. But it was not the sharp needles she most feared but the huge thirteen inch prick that poised expectantly behind her.
"Please," she groaned, looking over her shoulder and ignorning the searing hurt in her tits and quim. "Please don't. I'll do whatever you like."
"What I like," snarled the tall black man, "is what I'm about to get." Deliberately he placed his broad long fingered hands on her bare butocks, slowly spreading the crevice open wide.
"Be careful," she begged in a submissive childish voice, "don't hurt me too much. I'm awfully tender down there."
With a laugh Cannanore shoved her deeper into the brambles. She squealed in pain as one of the long curved thorns bit directly into the center of a large orange-brown nipple. The pain was fierce and in spite of the scratches she moved her arms through the fiery briers to reach it with her hands.
"Please wait. Wait till I get it out," she begged, fumbling at the tip of her breast to retrieve the horny prick. The captain chuckled to himself but waited patiently as the young woman prepared herself for the ordeal to come. She had to tug at the thorn insistently to get it out. Finally it came and she winced with pain. The tip was covered with blood. A trickle of the red stuff began to flow over her huge white creamy mound.
"Are you ready now?"
"No, no wait. Please," she asked, her hands plucking two more barbs away from her sensitive nipples. Despite the scratches she moved her arms down to her twat and removed two more. One had pressed dangerously close to her clit and the other had actually entered her cunt hole.
"Now?" he asked with mock impatience.
"If you have to."
"You know this is going to hurt worse than those thorns."
"Why are you doing this to me?" she whimpered like an abused child. "I love you."
"Because it gives me pleasure," he responded simply-
"The general doesn't do it just to...."
"I'm not the general," he rasped, suddenly digging both thumbs into the girl's virginal little asshole. Determined he began to draw the tight porthole open.
"Oh be careful," she squealed like a stuck pig.
"Be careful of what?" he asked bemused, continuing to stretch the tight white flesh. "You know this is going to hurt."
"But don't hurt it more than you have to. Please."
Cannanore laughed. He loved this complete submission of a white bitch to his lusts, especially when it caused her pain. Suddenly he stabbed his thumbs in to their base and began to vigorously pry open the reclusive passage.
"Oh don't," she whined as she felt it. Her whole ass crack was alive with pain shooting up her back and down her legs. She moaned miserably as the two thick thumbs started to pry her tight anus open. She could feel his long strong fingers grasp the big golden globes of her ass as he stretched her resisting little hole. Using all the force of his well-muscled arms he saw the dark portal begin to spread wide.
"Cannanore I loved you," she cried in agony. "Why are you doing this to me?" Hot tears flushed her distorted face. "You could have had me without this. Anytime, anyway. And with love. Why are you doing this to me?"
"I don't need your love," he smirked selfishly, "or want it. I don't want any woman's love. I want their bodies to do with as I please."
"But the pain," she whimpered. "You could have had me anyway. All to yourself. I like being fucked. I'd have even given it to you there." Her ears were already ringing, her stomach nauseous.
"Nor do I want gifts," he responded cruelly. "When a woman is under me, screaming for mercy I know she is truly mine. When I feel her body writhing in agony and pleading, then I truly possess her. She becomes part of my prick and subordinate to my will. Only when she knows that she is only an animal for my pleasure, subject to my whims and may even die at my hands, does she completely lose herself."
His words were cruel and insane, but Christina understood them as clearly as the pain in her rectum. She existed only to be used by him.
"Ae, ae, ahhh," she shrieked again. The thin tissue about her bunghole was beginning to tear. The captain could look directly now into her deep dark cave, stretched wide enough finally for both his thumbs and his fat prick. Easily he guided his prod between his hands and lowered it into her rectum until it surrounded his thick knob. Still keeping her spread with his hands he began to shove the thirteen inches in deeper, pushing against the clinging elasticity of her intestines.
" "Oh God," she gasped as she felt it, "oh God let me die."
But her prayers were unanswered. She sensed the increasing pressure in her lower abdomen mixing with the pain in her ass crack. She was sick all over. There would be no mercy.
Holding her anus open like a well he gradually sunk his huge black cock deep into her body. Rudely he twisted her so that the faint moonlight illuminated the dark interior. He could make out her rubbery bowels meeting and gradually taking his fat intruder. Then unexpectedly he let her asshole loose, let it snap tight around his fat wand, grabbed her firmly by the hips and began to shove deep, deep into her.
Spontaneously Christina's muscles stiffened. Her legs jutted abruptly back, stiff as nails. Her body quavered under him. Sweat drenched her body.
"Uh, uh, uh," she gasped as the pain that had been becoming numb reached a new level, setting her whole body aflame. "Oh God," she panted. "Oh God, let me die. I can't. I can't. Oh God. Oh. Oh, oh, uh, uhhh, uhhhhhh."
Cannanore grunted too. In spite of the intense pleasure, the hotness of her body and his huge erection it was hard to force such a long stalk into her body. Four inches were still outside. Persistently he shoved and ground his hips as gradually the oversized cock snaked into her shit hole. Under him he could feel the pretty blonde's body quivering and shaking like jelly. He knew he was stretching and distorting her bowels horrendously as he entered.
All was pain for Christina. Her entire body burned with it. Excrutiating, irresistible and indelible it filled her. She shivered uncontrollably as her hot body was touched by the coolness of the African breeze. She was covered with sweat. Desperately she tried to hang on, somehow endure.
Himself exhausted, Cannanore paused for a moment. He breathed deeply, then with a surge of new energy drove and screwed his long cock madly into her. And finally every inch of it was firmly embedded in the unnatural sheath. Christina was screaming deliriously. Threshold after threshold of pain had been reached and surpassed. But the captain had done it expertly, deliberately allowing her to take only as much as she could at each stage so that she did not pass out.
The night was filled with her wild shrieking. Even the jackals were intimidated by the force of her cries. About her, five mercenaries watched intently, their eyes glistening with inhuman glee. Each envied the captain his huge dong. None of them could equal the pain his very prick could cause a woman.
"Ae, oh, oh, ahhh," she yelled, her body filled with his fat dong. She tried to escape it, tried to claw her way forward. But the thick brambles held her securely. She tried to get a foothold with her toes, to dig her knees in the soft earth and shove herself away. It was impossible. The thick old prickly bush supported her like a bed, nearly two feet above the ground. She was helpless, impaled by the huge dong up her rectum and the sharp thorns buried in her anus, breasts, twat and legs. In dire pain she swayed there at his mercy.
Now he eased back, beginning a slow insistent rhythm back and forth into her bowels. Christina moaned under him, conscious of her total subordination. She was trapped. She swayed in the bush with his rhythm as gradually his fucking increased in speed. Helplessly she felt the intruder rapidly begin to enter and retreat from her aching rectum. Her young body was on fire, burning and tingling around the huge ram.
His pressure on top of her increased, shoving her deeper and harder into the briers. Christina cried out in pain as a thorn found her cunt and pushed into a swollen pussy lip. Another shoved itself into the moist coral as Cannanore's rhythm increased. A third began to rip at her swollen clit.
"Oh God please let me up," she cried as she realized a whole branch of the prickly plant had found its way into the length of her furrow. Her crack was being shoved up and down the measure of the horny stem with increased rapidity. "Oh God. Please, please let me up."
But she knew it was hopeless. The big snake in her bowels was as insistent as the bush itself. The stings in her twat began to match the misery of her rectum. Yet it was a hot sweaty pain that warmed her whole body.
"Oh no," she gapsed as she realized the last step of her debasement. Her cunt was beginning to tingle, alive with new sensation. She knew her pussy was creaming, excited by the sharp intensity. In spite of the humiliation and pain she realized for the first time she would come. As his rhythm increased so would the heat of her body turn to a growing insatiable need. It was beyond her control.
"Please don't make me do it," she whimpered to the man as his churning dork continued to stroke into her. Her voice was pathetically childish, her face covered with little girl tears. "Don't let them know I like it," she begged. "Please don't let them see me come. You're still my lover, Cannanore."
The captain smiled. With new agility he swung his hips and buried himself into her. Oiled by his own dong and her thin shit the long black dork plowed the tiny hole, his balls slapping noisily against her hips. And with each thrust she begged for mercy.
"Oh, oh please don't," she gasped with increasing urgency, knowing she'd soon lose control. The inferno in her cunt was growing, spreading to her pointed breasts and trembling thighs. Never had she felt such fucking excitement in both bowels and quim before.
"Don't, don't let them see. Oh, oh yes," she cried as her cunny began to throb with a life of its own. The muscles of her anus began to pulse about the thick rod that raped her. "Oh yes," she groaned, "fuck me, Cannanore. Fuck my shit hole. Oh, oh yes."
Suddenly her body stiffened. Like a board she swung on the branches of the brier bush. Her body quaked expectantly. Then ignoring pain her ass began to lurch backwards to meet his thrusts. Her hot little rosebud engulfed his fat prick. She rode the ripping branches with her pulsing slit. Joy and agony mixed as they thrilled up over her body.
"Oh yes," she cried openly, inhibition behind her. "Oh yes, fuck me. Fuck my shit hole. I want it. I do want it. Come in me. Cornhole me. Fuck my ass, fuck my ... oh yes, yes. Good, Cannanore. Good, lover. Fuck me harder. Harder! Fuck my cunt too. Fuck me anywhere. Fuck me hard, Cannanore. Fuck me hard, hard. Harder, Cannanore. Fuck me, you son-of-a-bitch. I need it, need it, I want it. Oh I want it. I've got to have it."
Christina began to shriek and yell madly, filling the delighted ears of her audience. Their bodies swung ferociously back and forth on the hammock of brambles. Her legs and cunt were twitching feverishly. The lovely young twat was pulsing, sucking at the air, kissing rapidly the stem of thorns. Deliberately she buried her crotch harder into the bush.
"Oh yes, yes," she wailed loudly. "Don't stop now lover. My lover. Fuck me hard. Fuck me hard. I'm going to. ... Yes, you too. You too. I can feel you. You're harder. You're bigger. Oh oh yes do it to me. Fuck my shit hole. Fuck me."
Cannanore groaned with increasing pleasure. In the hot tight rubbery bowels he could feel his cock thickening, the juice building rapidly in its base. Christina was shaking deliriously under him. He was ready. The sperm began to crowd quickly, inexorably up the long stem.
"Ae, ae, ae, ae yesss," she screamed, bellowed out to the naked woods. The animals of Africa were startled, listened in trembling expectation to the screams of a new animal among them as fierce, violent and wanton as themselves.
"He's coming," she hollered as the steaming spunk shot into her, "he's ... he's, I ... I, I, I'm coming. Coming do you hear? Coming, coming. Oh fuck me Cannanore. Fuck me. Rape my ass hole. Rape me. Rape me hard. I want it. I need it. I love ... love, oh fuck me. Fuuuuuck me! Fuuuuuck me!"
She shouted her joy in wild abandon, screams echoing over the countryside. In spite of the brambles her knees arched up, stroked back and then up spastically. Her arms flailed against the brush. Supported by the sinewey stems her limbs pushed back and forth in midair. She was swimming, her arms and legs stroking fiercely into the briers propelling herself in rhythm to the fat cock that controlled her, contorted her body.
"Comming, commming. Fuck me lover. Cannanore fuck me." Spent jism was flooding out of her shit hole, streaming down into her cunt and over her thighs. And she couldn't get enough. She wanted more. "I need it," she shouted, "I need it. Give me more. I want come. Give me come. Give me more."
"Give me ... oh yes, yes, yes, yes!" she shrieked in rapid staccato as another wave of orgasm hurled itself over the quavering body and shot her again into ecstacy.
Cannanore's balls pumped and pumped until no jism was left. Even when he was dry and flaccid Christina's bunghole kept sucking at it, begging for more and more. She could not be satisfied. He lay his whole weight upon her and waited as he felt her interminable waves of orgasm finally slacken and pulse to a halt.
"More," she moaned pleadingly as at last her strong beautiful frame shivered to a stop. "I want more. Please give me more."
Together they rested, swaying gently on the bed of thorns. Christina's body was punctured and torn throughout by the sharp pricks. Yet all she could do was softly murmur, "more, more, more."
With a deep sigh feeling the strength return to his body Cannanore began to struggle up. He put his arms about her waist and roughly ripped her off of the thorn bush, still tightly impaled to his spent and softened cock. Her little shit hole was normally so tight that it was glued even now to his spent worm.
"More," she murmured dizzily as she struggled to keep her balance, "more, more." She bent slightly forward to accommodate his cock, arms hanging limply from her body. She was covered all over with little splotches of red where the thorns had dug in. Some still remained buried in her white creamy jugs and cunny. Gradually her eyes again focused on reality and she saw the group of five soldiers sitting impudently in front of her with their lascivious smiles.
But all she could say was, "more, more." Cannanore began to disengage himself but quickly the beautiful blond reached back to find his balls and stop him. "No," she moaned, "don't take it out. More. Please more. Don't take it out of me."
The mercenary laughed. Wrapping his arms about her and lifting her off the ground he carried her still impaled to a shadowy retreat. Together they lay down, bodies exhausted. Christina fell into a dizzy sleep, contentedly murmuring, "yes, more, more."
CHAPTER EIGHT
Head still spinning Christina woke in the morning. Her body and muscles ached as she tried to stretch and move, the cuts and bruises from the night before tormenting her body. Every part of her was either numb or filled with piercing fire.
Remembering her lover's cock had been tightly wedged in her anus she tried to squeeze her sphincters to see if it were still there. But there was only numbness around her ass hole, no sensation left to her there. She stretched her hand behind her bottom and found that indeed the beautiful long cock was gone. Languidly she stuck a finger deep into her ass hole and proved there was no feeling left.
She felt the little rivulets of dried blood in her ass crack and her cheeks, knowing that her bunghole had been severely lacerated. Unable to control her bowels during the night she had shit frequently.
Painfully she stretched out her arm and laid her head on it, using it for a pillow. Quietly she drifted again into a lazy sleep. Only vaguely was she aware that she was alone, that the camp was deserted.
It was after noon before Christina awoke again. This time she was roused by a rough shaking from Captain Cannanore. He was alone.
"Wake up, Christina," he exhorted, "it's getting late."
She looked up at him with her lovely blue eyes and smiled. "My lover," she whispered, "more."
The tall black soldier laughed. "Not now. You'd better come with me. We found your brother. It's bad news."
"What? What's happened to him?"
"Come with me," repeated the tall black, turning and trotting back into the brushes. Immediately Christina was alert and awake. Ignoring her pain and her nakedness she hurried after him.
At the door of the house lay one Ugandan soldier, his stomach split open by machine gun fire. Their plan had worked to draw the general away from the building. In the basement they found August. He lay lifelessly stretched out on a long table. As they had done to Christina wet rawhide had been strapped to him and allowed to dry, cutting viciously into his torso.
A thinner small strip had been tightened about the base of his prick, causing it to squeeze the soft spear at that point to about the size of a dime. But the rest of his cock ballooned hugely upward, filled with blood and distorted fat and round. If she had not known it was a human penis she would not have recognized it. Bloated to fantastic size and looking like a huge frankfurter the shaft could not even be distinguished from the head.
"August," she moaned as she ran up to him. His mouth was open, his eyes glazed. He wasn't breathing. She placed her cheek against his face and felt the flesh cold and clammy.
"My God," she whispered, "they've killed him. They murdered him." Without asking she jerked a knife from the belt of one of the men and began to cut away the thongs. The strip about his swollen pecker was more difficult. She couldn't cut it so she attacked it with her fingers, breaking her nails in the attempt. At last she got it free and the swollen prod fell over his balls and onto the table with a thud, lying dormant between his legs. Still he did not move. Christina burst into tears.
"I'm sorry," said Cannanore, assuming his tenderest voice, placing an arm around the trembling, weeping naked girl. "I know it's ugly, but I thought you'd want to see what they had done to him."
"I hate them," she cried vehemently, "I hate them. I'll kill that fat ugly general for this. I'll kill him."
"Oh don't take it so 'ard Miss," broke in the little cockney crassly, "when you've seen as much of death as we 'ave you wouldn't get so upset."
"That's my brother," she moaned in shock at the callousness of his words. "You miserable little shit-head. All you know is murder ... and, and rape."
"Don't give me that, sister," retorted the soldier spitefully, "you liked it last night when Cannanore had his cock up your ass crack."
Christina flushed with embarrassment and anger. Without thinking her hand flashed out and struck him across his stubbled cheek.
"Well look at that," gasped the little cockney and the flat of his hand lashed out and slapped her across the cheek, then a second time and a third. He used all his strength to hit her and the pretty young blond reeled back against the table where her brother lay. Unhesitantly the little man forced her back upon the bench on top of the corpse. It was equipped with cuffs along the edge and he wrestled with her until her wrists were shackled. She lay there supine and panting, staring at him with vivid hatred.
Neither Cannanore nor the others made a move to stop him. In fact, all of them except the captain immediately began to strip. The tall black man lounged with arms folded, leaning against a wall with a bemused smile on his face.
"You filthy beasts," she hissed, "my brother's dead and you're going to rape me on top of his corpse. You're inhuman."
"Begin' your pardon, ma'am," said the wiry little man standing naked before her now, "but it won't make any difference to him. Now who wants what 'ole first?" he asked, turning to look at his comrades.
"I take shitty hole," responded the little Oriental immediately. "It look good last night." Without hesitation he climbed up on the table, took one of the blond's strong legs and heaved it up over his head and shoulders. Her bottom was twisted on its side. Like a worm he wiggled into position behind her back, propping himself up callously on her brother's body. He was already erect and with one shove he entered her body from the rear.
"Uh, uh, ohhh," moaned Christina, pain again shooting through her already ripped and overworked asshole. Scabs and scars were quickly torn open and a little trickle of blood began to flow again over her golden globes. But the Oriental meant to show no mercy, pumping stiffly into her to achieve his own satisfaction.
The others watched with enjoyment as the slender yellow prod pumped up into her, causing the beautiful girl to moan and twist in agony. Her tortured rectum pulsed with each thrust and her legs began to jerk in sympathetic muscle spasms. In her twisted position she jostled uncomfortably up and down on her beloved brother's body. With her hands bound she could do nothing to protest.
The other Negro left the group and climbed on the bench with them. His dong was long and fat, though not nearly as large as the phenomenal Captain Cannanore's. He squeezed himself between her awkwardly spread legs and pushed the fat tip of his prod against the tense and tightened lips of her thin cunny. The Oriental stopped for a moment with his peter fully implanted to allow easier entry for his partner.
"Oh please don't," she whimpered pathetically, "I hurt."
The sores from the brambles and from the repeated rapings of the night before had become alive again. Once more she was acutely aware of the fragility and sensitivity of her body.
The big black man ignored her and pushed his thick prod into her pussy. It was difficult with the other man's fat dick already stuck in her rectum, but at last-he made it. Both men could feel the other's prick fully through the thin wall that separated cunt from bowels.
The Oriental slid his cock back, the heavy knob catching on the sphincters of her tight ass hole and then shoved back. As his yellow cock fucked into her the black brought his back. Finding a rhythm together the two men alternated their humping so they pistoned back and forth in turns.
"Uh, u, u, u, u, u, u, u...," grunted Christina involuntarily in a rapid staccato tempo as their powerful crotches slammed hard and tight against cunt and ass. Her holes were dry. There was no pleasure for her but only a renewal of pain. She groaned and gasped open-mouthed as they pummeled her with growing intensity.
"No reason to let those pretty lips go to waste," sighed the little cockney perceptively. Climbing on top of her he dangled his lean furry balls before her eyes and slipped his dick into her already opened mouth.
She saw his filthy nuts above her, long hairs filled with little balls of shit and his open unwashed stinking bunghole only inches from her face. She felt the hard cock enter her mouth and press against her palate. There was nothing she could do to resist but she did not suck on it or lathe it with her tongue. The wiry Englishman fucked into it as if it were her cunt. Yet there was little satisfaction from her response.
"I don't think our little girl's having a good time of it," he said at last, ceasing his pounding tattoo between her lips. "Perhaps she needs a little more stimulation," he suggested looking quizzically about the room. His two companions ignored him and continued to screw relentlessly into her twat.
"Hey over there," continued the little man pointing to a bench in the corner. "Be a good chap and 'and me that sandpaper will you Cannanore."
With an amused smile the captain took a sheet of the gritty paper and handed it to his man. Again he relaxed against a post to watch the entertainment.
""Old it, black boy, 'old it just for a moment," the cockney said to his friend who was vigorously pumping into her quim. The man did as he was asked. Quickly the Englishman tore a thin strip of paper from the sheet and reached between the sweating body of the Negro and flat soft tummy of the gorgeous blond. Grabbing hold of her tender cunt lips he played with them till he found her reclusive little nub of a clitoris. Christina moaned and quivered as he pulled it free and out into the open. Expertly he pressed the end of the thin strip between her stretched opening and the black cock, deep into her hole. Pulling the rough sheet over her naked pulsing clit he ran it up to her pussy bush.
"That should do it," he whispered with satisfaction.
"Now every time he strokes in and out he'll give you a little extra thrill. Back to 'er, me boy, with a will." Immediately the Negro began to piston again into the pretty blond.
"Oh ... , groaned Christina with the first jab. "Ohh ... ohh ... oh, oh, oh." Her hips jerked spastically as the grit ground over her sensitive clitoris, chafing it cruelly.
As the girl continued to moan in mixed pain and pleasure the wiry man ripped off a large square of the stuff and grabbed one of her unbelievably beautiful boobs. Reverently like a connoisseur he let his hands play over the upright perfect pears. Rolling one gently between his fingers he studied its color and contour, felt how firm it was in spite of its large size.
"Lady," he said in admiration, "it's no sin on me to tell you 'at you 'ave the most beautiful pair of knockers I've ever seen installed upon a woman. And I've 'ad the ass of lots of ladies, believe me I 'ave. Some given, some paid for and some stolen-raped you'd say. But I never before 'ave seen such an utterly flawless brace of jugs."
Christina tried to ignore his words. The insistent ravishing of her cunt by the sandpaper was making her dizzy with feeling. It hurt but it pleased her, making her want more and more of the rasping sensation against her little nub. Her cunt began to oil, lubricating the fat prod with her creamy white stuff.
Not until the cockney took the rude sandpaper and touched it to her large orange-brown nipple did she pay any attention to him. He went at it with a will, gripping the slim top of her cone firmly in one hand and beginning to burnish the silver dollar sized tip industriously. Immediately it puckered, wrinkled, swelled and reddened.
"Ae, ae, oh, oh, God, God stop," she suddenly shrieked, her breast on fire. Her large cones felt like a volcano suddenly exploding burning lava at the top. "Stop it, stop it, stop it," she cried almost delirious with the sudden unexpected pain. The cockney only cackled gleefully as vigorously he scoured the sensitive tit.
Christina tried to arch her body to escape him. It was useless. The flame and pain continued to rack her chest. She could not get away. Her ass was firmly pinned between the two heavy alternating pistons. Her hips were jerking wildly out of her control from the extraordinary stimulation to her clit. Her arms were pinned securely to the table. Her muscles jerked and twisted as she struggled futilely to elude the boiling agony in her tit.
Then suddenly the pain in her nipple ceased. "Ah ... ah, ah," she tittered as she felt a warm hand caress over the tortured gland brushing away the particles of abrasive. The cockney looked down on the throbbing nipple proudly. Its large aureola had puckered and filled with blood, pushing up erect from her creamy mound a good inch. It had the shape and size of a large kumquat rising to a sharp needle point. The man knew it had never been this swollen and stiff before.
Under the coarse paper its colour changed, growing darker and redder. From its original rich orange-brown shade it had turned almost a purplish black. With satisfaction he compared the untortured, still flat broad nipple of her other breast with the now throbbing, vibrant and alive cupola crowning her trembling boob. Brushing away the traces of sandpaper from the chafed hillock he gently applied his lips. Christina squealed under him.
"Oh yes, yes," she moaned as she felt the cool moistness of his lips gradually engulf the puckered tip. How refreshing and tender it was. "Oh yes ... yes, it's good. Oh, God love you," she whimpered, "God love you."
Spontaneously she reached up and sucked one of his dangling hairy balls between her lips, rolling it about inside her mouth. She could feel the gentle attention of his tongue on her swollen tit, stroking and caressing it. The pain in her large melon had turned to a joy building up inside her bosom that soon would burst.
Unexpectedly she became aware of a new feeling in her twat. The two men had ceased pounding alternately into her ass. Instead they shoved in deep together, crowding each other in their struggle for room as they filled her two small holes. They were stiff and pensive and then suddenly they broke into orgasm. Hot thick fluid engulfed her cunt and shit hole, surging through them and filling them with ecstasy.
"Ae, ah, ah, ha, ha, haaa," she wailed as her own twat began to climax. From her waist on down Christina's body broke into abandoned orgasm. Her hips jerked, wrenched and weaved in mid-air as she fought to meet their steaming onslaught with her pelvis, pounding in delirious alternation between the two spewing pricks. Her legs wrapped clumsily but securely about their bodies, holding them tight and drawing them in.
But she was still aware of the exquisite gentle sweetness at the end of her breast. She could feel the gorgeous cool tongue bathe her distended nipple carefully, lathing it with tender consideration. His lips sucked and pulled at the too sensitive flesh, squeezing it into his mouth. She knew then she could come in two different places. She was frantically climaxing now in her cunt and shit hole but soon she would start climaxing in her breasts also.
"Oh, oh, oh it's wonderful," she crooned loudly, now taking the cockney's slender cock in her mouth. Eagerly she licked it, washed it with her little tongue. It was so full and meaty and filled with flavor. How she loved it. Why had she denied him? It was so beautiful and good. How she loved him.
"Oh, uh, uh hmmm," she moaned with her mouth stuffed full of the mushroom, still responding to the coming in her quim and bunghole. Streams of the stuff were still pouring into her, filling and churning inside the delicate grottoes, then squirting out the tight cracks. Coming in her cunt and starting to rise to climax in her jugs. What exquisite everlasting ecstasy. She forgave them all. She'd forgive all men if only they'd continue to fuck her like this over and over.
Rapidly the cockney played his tongue over the kumquat, feeling it throb to his every touch. His cock was fully implanted in the alive moist warmth of her mouth. She was sucking, eating, licking, kissing him to full bursting erection. Greedily he suckled the tortured nipple.
Finally the coming in her crotch was over. Both men were spent. With a groan of pure satisfaction she let her appeased twat grind to a halt. Yet still she kept sucking on the heated dick between her lips and still rejoiced in the stinging of her swollen cone.
The two dorks in her cunt and shit hole slipped out but almost immediately there were two more to replace them. Without missing a stroke as she pumped her lips rapidly up and down the cockney's lean pole, she arched her crotch high and relaxed the muscles in her hips and cunt. The pretty girl stretched her beautiful firm legs wide to easily accommodate the new entrants.
Again she felt the welcome penetration of two hard dorks into her quim and asshole. From their length she knew neither was Cannanore but she didn't mind. She'd love them all as long as they kept fucking her. That was the only requirement now for her affection. To be fucked and fucked and fucked endlessly without stopping.
Suddenly she was coming in her breasts. Her chest began to arch up and down with unbelievable rapidity like a pneumatic hammer, shoving and forcing her young hard tip into the man's mouth. Just as fiercely she sucked, pulled and frigged his hard peter with her lips. She needed him to come. Wanted him to fill her mouth, nose, throat with his rolling jism.
But the lower half of her body was not yet again in full ecstasy. Methodically, carefully her hips rolled and surged to engulf the two new pricks into her cunt and ass, squeezing them and holding them tight inside her gooey warmth. Her body was split, her cunt and her breasts acting as if from two different nervous systems.
At last the cockney was climaxing in her throat. Her boobs began to surge and flop in their own abandoned orgasm. If only her hands had been free she would have forced his face over the pulsing mounds until the entire of her huge melon had been pushed into his mouth. She would have strangled him, suffocated him with them.
Eagerly she drank the jism that fountained into her, deluged her gaping mouth. Yet she prayed and sucked for even more as she felt her tit quivering deliriously between his lips.
Then again there was pain. A sharp burning infuriated her breast, drove her to screaming agony. Her climax was stopped in mid-consumation, her senses suspended in limbo. He was biting her now, digging his sharp, craggy yellow teeth firmly into her plump quaking nipple. He was trying to rip it from her breast.
Where had all the pleasure gone? Christina was again aware of everything about her and its ugliness. Her mouth was full of the dying snaked squirting its last wads down her throat. The sharp teeth dug mercilessly and irresistibly into her soft boob. Two unwanted, strange cocks were plummeting selfishly into her aching throbbing cunt and shit hole. She was acutely aware of the sandpaper still torturing her already bleeding and distorted little clitoris.
Yet her body was stiff and tense. Her ass kept working with its primeval rhythm to satisfy the engorged prods that filled it, her legs flailing the air spastically.
Her tits continued to screw, squirm and bounce as she tried to force them deeper into her lover's mouth. Caught in the middle of orgasm before its conclusion Christina was intensely aware she was being raped, tortured and humiliated. But her body was ready, needing the orgiastic relief. She could not control it. In spite of her will and awakening, her ass continued to screw frantically, seeking the necessary satisfaction.
His cock still quivering but spent, the cockney pulled himself out of her mouth, nestling the crack of his ass over her nose and mouth. She could hardly see for the hard buttocks resting over her eyes. Viciously he dug his teeth once more into the tip of her cone and let go with a nasty slurping sound.
"Suck my shit hole," the little man commanded, arching over to punish her breasts rudely. His fingernails dug into the palpitating nipples and Christina squealed like a pig. She knew he was irresistible. Closing her eyes to reality she stuck out her little pink tongue, probing his puckered brown porthole.
The cockney's sharp pointed fingers dug into her breasts like claws, puncturing and tearing the skin. His fingernails ripped at her flesh. He bit at the point of her nipples till they bled.
"No, no don't," she insisted, "please don't."
"Don't beg, suck," he demanded. "Suck my shit hole." His words were emphasized by sharp pains in both boobs.
Without more protest she began to dig her tongue into the tight brown hole. Placing her lips as close as she could she sucked at the opening. Anything to escape the agony in her cones.
In her cunt and asshole the two men were plumbing her vigorously, their cocks excited by the hot clinging envelope. Her ass rocked in tune to their rhythm, defenseless against the onslaught.
Unexpectedly the force between her legs became more insistent. Both men were fully implanted in her now, their bodies pressed tight against hers and screwing wildly. They were near to coming. Christina was not ready for them yet. She tried to pull her cunt away, to concentrate on the awful duty of her mouth.
But again it was futile. Hard and long the two pricks churned inside her cunt and bowels. The sandpaper scraped repeatedly and recklessly across her swollen clit. Her body was tightening, the muscles in her stomach and legs pulling together in expectation of the abandoned release.
"Oh God, I can't let it happen," she moaned to herself. "Not again, not now."
But the demanding pricks skewered her, beginning to grind against her in a primordial rhythm that caught her cunt in its midst. Deep, deep inside she felt them probe. Her twat was alive with them. Then came the faint pulsing, the basic animal rhythm from down inside their bodies. Resistance was useless.
"Oh, oh God no. God yes. Yes ... oh, oh yes!" she cried as suddenly she was alive with their coming. Her ass churned and pumped to welcome their hot boiling jism. It filled her like a God decreed nectar, shooting endlessly into her.
At that moment the cockney again grabbed her breasts furiously at their fat base, his nails digging painfully into her flesh. Once more he shoved his fat cock into Christina's mouth and muffled her screams. Diligently he squeezed the thick fat in his hand, crushing her breast in between his fingers. Gradually the width of her boobs against her chest became narrower than the tops. The ends of her pretty melons began to balloon out over his fists, turning an agonizing bright red.
Christina screamed and shrieked in pain in spite of the huge dong buried between her lips. But the cockney never ceased. The powerful muscles in his arms were straining, he grit his teeth with exertion, the blood vessels on his forehead stood out grotesquely. And still he crushed the pliant boobs beneath his hands as if to pinch them off at their very base. There was nothing for Christina again but hot pain.
And then immediately she exploded into complete abandoned orgasm. Toes twitching and curling, legs flailing the air as they knotted and twisted spastically, her cunt began to lead the rhythm of the fucking with its own primitive pulsing. She couldn't stop it. Didn't want to. Everything was all right, beautiful, as she kept fucking, fucking, fucking.
Greedily she began to suck on the cockney's prick. She arched her chest up to receive the fire in his fingertips, causing them to ache from delirious cruelty.
"Fuck me, fuck me," she moaned wildly. "Everything okay. Just fuck me. Oh God I'm coming. Oh, oh, God it's good. Fuck me. Come in me. Tear me apart. Rip off my boobs. Just fuck, fuck, fuck. Oh God forgive me it's good. Coming. Yes, yes, me comming. Oh yes. Come in me. Come in me. Please. Everybody come in me."
Her mouth already filling again with his jism the wiry little man pulled it out and began to work his spewing cock up and down her face, smearing the yellow goo over her cheeks, chin, nose, onto her ears and into her hair. She loved it. She groveled her head against the randy fountain, catching it all upon her body.
She was alive. Fantastically alive. Mind and body were united. There was neither pain nor joy but the fantastic freedom, the indescribable freedom of a woman being fulfilled, totally aware of herself, knowing for the first time that she had been made only for fucking and to be fucked.
Pinned by the three men, hands still tied to the table she bounced, jerked, swayed, writhed on her brother's corpse as wave after wave of unrestrained orgasm crescendoed over her. Her mouth was full of the moistness of life, her cunt and asshole its hardness. Everything was balanced, just and rewarding. All was good: pleasure and pain, fulfillment and deprivation. It all blended into a spontaneous convulsive unity.
Long after the men's cocks were spent, Christina continued to shake and quiver with paroxysms of joy. Her flesh still rippled with delight as they crawled off of her, letting her body lay cross-like on the body of her younger brother. She was still dizzy, only half-conscious when they released her from the board and brought her to her feet. Taking one of their hands she followed them as they ran back to the camp. It was almost dark when they arrived.
But the reality of what had happened to her brother once again infected her and she sat, face still caked and smeared with come, sobbing quietly. It meant little to Cannanore. When the mood struck him he picked her up by the armpits and forced her on her knees and elbows. Taking her from the rear he alternated between cunt and asshole.
She did not resist but there was no joy for Christina. Even though she felt the urgent readiness of his fantastic dong her only reality was her burning tears as she mourned for August. Her ass did not even twitch when at long last he emptied his jism into her. Finished the captain shoved her over on her side into the prickly grass, there to sleep until sunrise.
Through bleary eyes she looked at them, her six saviours. Her thoughts were deep and black. She wondered which was worse: the general who murdered her brother .or the mercenary captain who abused her body without love or respect for her feelings. Both men were selfish and capricious, showing no respect for human life.
But she had learned something of the general's logic under his tutelage. Captain Cannanore knew the western virtues and despised them. He had been enjoined not to kill and to love his neighbor. Yet he liked to kill, to murder, and for love he substituted violent domination. But the general held no malice towards his victims. Whether he was fond of them or not he would slaughter them simply as a matter of course because it was his position in life to do so and it gave him passing delight. There was no personal animosity involved.
And even when the general had tortured her and fucked her, she had known that it was purely because it was his whim to watch a prisoner squirm under his power, suffer at his will, to be a hot willing receptacle to his orgasms. But Cannanore had strived only to debase her, destroy her will and make her recognize him as the sole cause of her agony. The general stated he was not a humanist, saw no lasting value in human life or well-being. Yet the captain sensed its value to the hilt, reveled in it, and deliberately set out to destroy it for others.
For the mercenary leader life was short and dirty, full of cruelty, beginning when he was born and to end when he died. The general saw himself as unimportant. Chieftains were meant to indulge themselves while in power but he himself was not important. It was the place of leaders, of chiefs and generals in the history of their tribe. If he died tomorrow the only important consideration was whether there was someone just like him to replace him, to continue in his capricious, mad, inhumane, self-indulgent way as a leader of his people.
All in all Christina decided that Captain Cannanore was the most despicable. Yet it was the general she hated for he had killed her brother. She vowed somehow to revenge him as she drifted off to sleep.
CHAPTER NINE
Christina slept until late the next morning, exhausted from the previous day's ordeals. She bathed in a nearby pond. It took a great deal of soaking for her to get all the filth and come off her face and out of her hair. Behind her she could hear Captain Cannanore's orders as he prepared to break camp and head for Kenya.
But the pretty tough little blond had made up her mind to cancel those plans. She had been through every extremity of pain and degradation and she knew she could take anything they threw at her. They could torture her but they could not break her will. The cruelty she had suffered had tempered her soul, given her new strength.
She had made up her mind that they would go back to the house, give her brother a decent burial and take revenge on the loathsome general. The mercenaries wouldn't like it but there was little they could do. They couldn't kill her for then there would be no bonus and they craved money. Nor could they bind her and carry her, for the long road back across the border was difficult and dangerous. The worst they could do was rape her a few more times and she was already used to that. She was in control.
The mercenaries saw it that way too when she made the ultimatum. They were disgusted, unhappy. Cannanore was obviously angry. But there was nothing he nor the others could do.
"We'll hit them early tomorrow," said the captain at last. "The troops are still in Kampala. I figure the general has only about five men with him. If we surprise them we'll take them easily."
"I want the general alive," demanded Christina curtly.
"Try not to shoot him," ordered the captain perfunctorily. Then he eyed the lovely girl narrowly. "Of course we have all day to kill now. You're right we can't kill you or bind and take you back. But there is one thing we can do."
"Of course," she said sourly, "you mean fuck me. I expected that." Without comment she lay back, a bitter smile on her face, arched her knees and spread her legs wide. Her beautiful honey-blond quim with its full pouting pussy lips sparkled gorgeously in the bright sun.
Though Cannanore refused to risk her life and their money by letting her assist in the assault on the house he had equipped her with an automatic rifle. Still naked Christina crouched in the bushes as they rapidly made the approach, her gun ready to support them if necessary. But they had scouted the area professionally and knew the exact location of each of their five opponents. Almost as soon as the firing began the five Ugandan soldiers were dead. Only the general remained somewhere inside.
But Christina's heart leaped to her mouth. From the bushes emerged a dozen armed men with rifles behind the mercenaries. They quickly lined up and aimed. The girl gave a loud cry of warning and her rescuers turned just as the troopers volleyed into them.
The little cockney and another white fell with bullets in their backs. But the others commenced rapid fire. It was four automatic weapons against a dozen slow rifles. The Oriental took one in the head and hit the ground. The other black fell with blood spurting from his mouth.
But Captain Cannanore and his last soldier stood together bravely on the porch spraying fire into the massed men. In seconds the last of the dozen new troopers fell in a bloodied heap. The mercenaries had won. Yet the victory was short. From the house a submachine gun opened up and tore into Cannanore's sole surviving soldier, pitching him forward dead upon the grass.
"Drop your weapon, captain," came the cool voice of the general as he emerged through the door, his weapon aimed directly at the merceneary's back. Cannanore did as he was told, raising his hands above his head.
"A good ambush," said the tall black man calmly, "we never spotted them."
"Did you really think I would leave myself still unprotected after your little attempt two days ago? I expected your return. Now where is the girl? She still is valuable to us."
"Back at camp," he lied coolly.
"Then lead me there," commanded the officer with a smirk. Without protest Cannanore did as he was told. They passed only a few feet from where Christina squatted hidden in the bushes. She knew her duty.
Quickly she arose as they passed and emerged from the brush.
"Hold it, general," she cried out, trying to disguise her nervousness, "drop your weapon." Her hands trembled but she managed to hold her gun steadily on target.
"Well, our little white girl," said the general in an amused voice. He let the machine gun hang limply from his hand. Cannanore turned and grabbed it. In a few moments they had him back in the house and down in the cellar. Christina looked about futilely for her brother's corpse.
"Where is it?" she hissed threateningly. "Where's my brother's body?"
"I thought that's why you came back," he said coolly with an impudent rise to his eyebrows.
"And to revenge his death by your own," the girl answered severely.
"What if I told you I did not kill him?"
"I was here," she answered curtly. "I saw. Where is he?"
"In there," the general replied, nodding to one of the numerous cell doors on the north wall. Quickly the girl ran to the thick steel barrier and pulled it open. She looked inside and then stood stiff in surprise. Absent-mindedly she let her gun drop to the floor.
"August?" she whispered, "August?"
From the gloom emerged the bare white figure of her brother, a grim smile on his face. He was obviously worn and weakened but he was alive.
"I thought you were dead," she gasped in disbelief.
"He almost was," broke in the general. "Apparently you released him just in time. We found him still unconscious."
"Oh August," she moaned, throwing her arms tightly about him, pressing her tits against his naked chest. "And your poor prick! How is it?" She dropped to her knees and held the slender tool in her hands. Immediately she began to cover it with moist warm little kisses.
"Did they damage it?" she asked anxiously. "They didn't hurt it permanently, did they?"
"No, don't worry, sis," laughed the boy weakly. "It still hurts a little but it'll be all right."
"And you," she spit viciously, standing and turning to the general, "you'll pay. You'll get to feel yourself what it's like to have your slimy cock tortured like that."
"Don't blame him so," broke in August abruptly. "He's not the one who did it."
"But who?" she exclaimed in surprise. Significantly she heard Cannanore snicker and she looked over at the tall black mercenary. He was grinning broadly, the barrel of his weapon pointed directly at her belly.
"You," she gasped, "but why? You're supposed to save us."
"Any one of you would be sufficient for us to collect our bonus. Your brother was just extra baggage and the boys wanted to have a little fun. I thought he was dead or I wouldn't have let you come back here. Now I'll have to kill you both and that's going to cost me a lot of extra money."
"Cannanore," she began to whimper. "I trusted you. I loved you. Don't you even like me? The way you fucked me...."
"... was the way I fuck any tight white ass. You're nothing special to me. Now both of you move over here with the general."
Realizing their desperate plight Christina made a jump for the weapon she had carelessly let fall to the floor. Cannanore began to fire but with surprising agility the fat general leapt on him and grabbed the weapon. They struggled viciously for a few moments until they were interrupted by a short burst of fire over their heads.
"Drop it," commanded Christina, aiming her gun squarely at the two of them. "Both of you drop it or I'll tear your guts open." Knowing they were caught they lowered the machine gun to the floor and stepped back.
"General," she began calmly as August retrieved the free weapon, "I do not plan to hurt you in spite of what you did to me. But I don't plan to let myself be your prisoner again. We're going to use you as a hostage to get us back to Kenya safely."
"Of course, little white one," the officer agreed with exagerated politeness, "whatever you ask."
"But before we go, Cannanore," she continued staring angrily at the handsome black mercenary, "you're going to taste some of my vengeance. Strip off your clothes."
The defenceless captain did as he was told, then followed her command to lie back on one of the long benches. August and the general securely bound his wrists and ankles to its side. Laying her gun aside Christina walked over and took his enormous cock in her hands. Though unaroused it was still long and thick.
"Suck a beautiful prick," she mused, running her fingertips up and down the glossy coal black wand. "I wonder if I'll ever be satisfied with anything less again. Such a shame to waste it. I've got to have one more fucking off of it."
"Be my guest," smirked the captain callously, "I'm sure you know how to get it hard."
"Yes, but first...." she whispered, leaning over to lovingly lathe the tip with her pretty pink tongue, "first I want to get it ready." Letting the peter slip from her hands she found some stout cord on a nearby table. Firmly she began to rap it up the still limp prick, leaving about an inch space between the loops so that soon his cock looked like a black barber pole. Then wrapping it back down the length she left a series of diamond patterns on his proud penis.
She pulled the cord tight until it cut into his sensitive flesh. Cannanore in spite of himself was perspiring with growing anxiety, the rope already hurting him, but bravely he kept quiet. Christina finished by winding the cord stoutly about the base of his balls. She jerked it cruelly tight and the man moaned from between his clenched teeth.
"Well, Cannanore, it hurts you already?" she said, placing her hands flat on his strong chest and looking directly into his dyes. "Do you know what it'll be like when you're hard and ready to come?"
"I know," he answered stoutly trying to hide his fear. "It'll cut me to pieces. It'll crush my prick."
"But at least you'll have one last piece of my tail," she consoled as she climbed up on the bench and hovered her spread twat lewdly over his pelvis, "and I'll have your fat thirteen inches one more time." She grabbed his tool firmly in one hand. Though not erect the tightly bound cords made it stiff.
Slowly, teasingly Christina began to rub the knob up and down her gorgeous furrow. She let it rest in her bush for a few moments, caressing it with her thick curly hairs. With it she found her little clitoris and began to play his tip against the little nub. Without hurry she rubbed it over and about her swelling pussy lips, then back to her bush and around her cunt, not yet letting it penetrate her inner warmth. She felt the prod thicken almost imperceptibly. He was becoming aroused in spite of himself.
"I want to feel it all over me," she smiled down at him, "all thirteen inches of it all over and in my cunt. I want every part of my twat to remember it perfectly. God knows if I'll ever have another cock as beautiful as this to dick me." Cannanore breathed deeply, conscientiously trying to keep his muscles relaxed in preparation for the ordeal to come. He tryed to ignore the pleasant tickling and massaging at the end of his cock as she teased it through her gash. That pleasure would betray him and cause endless pain. Courageously he fought against it though he knew it was useless.
"Uhmmm, it feels good," she moaned lasciviously as she rolled it about the hole to her cave. "I'm getting wet already too. I can feel my cunt oozing. Can you feel it dearest?"
"Yes," mumbled Cannanore curtly, fighting for his self-control. But he could feel her increasing moistness as it covered the knob of his cock and stimulated the little slit at its top.
She took the long prod and moved it up her ass crack, letting it nudge briefly against her shit hole and then travel on up till it was securely entrapped between her ass cheeks. Softly she began to ride the fat prod, very slowly beginning to tighten and release her hips in a deliberate orgasmic rhythm. The captain moaned again as she felt another thickening of his prick between her buttocks.
"Did you know he had me up there, August?" she mused to her brother in a little girlish voice. "He really did. He fucked me all thirteen inches into my shit hole."
"Did you like it?"
"I loved it. It hurt horribly at first, tore me apart. But I loved it. I just came and came and came. I always come when Cannanore's got his iong prod in me."
She slipped the tool from her ass crack and examined it admiringly. It was beginning to show signs of erection with the cords cutting deep now into the cock. The flesh was bulging out between them.
Carefully she took the prick and eased the huge tip for the first time through the hole to her cave. She paused with it just barely inside and waited. With her cunt muscles she gently massaged the base of the knob. Cannanore had closed his eyes and began to sweat profusely, but it was not yet from pain but what he knew lay ahead.
"Can you feel my cunt heat now, Cannanore beloved?" she cooed leaning forward to press her lips against her ear.
"Yes," he answered hoarsely, "it is very hot."
"And juicy and good?"
"Yes. As always."
"And as always you feel good inside me," she returned with deliberation beginning to pulse and strain the muscles of her pussy so that the huge dong was pulled up into her. The captain felt the increasing moist warmth encase his long prod, gradually stealing down its length. Christina's own rhythmic cunt massage was awakening a primal tempo within his body. It would not be ignored. He was growing harder, more erect.
"Please," he uttered in spite of himself as suddenly the tightness on his cock became painful. "Are you begging me Cannanore?"
"No," he gasped, "I didn't mean to."
"How does it feel?"
"Tight."
"And where the cord is wrapped around your balls?"
"It's beginning to ache a little."
"Good," she crooned throatily. "And only about two inches are in so far." Gradually she began to ease her twat further down the long shaft, undulating her ass slowly to ease its entrance. She felt the tip begin to press against her uterus and stopped with inches still left to go.
"Look everybody," she moaned, "it's as far in now as any normal man's prick and see how much is still outside." Lewdly she began to storke the half-foot of shaft that extended between his balls and her hairy cunt.
Wrapping her fingers about it she moved the long mushroom about, causing the knob inside her to brush across her womb and caress the sweaty walls of her cave. She churned it about inside her as she would have churned butter, knocking it solidly against her cave. And in both quim and hand she felt it thicken and harden as the cords cut deeper into his flesh.
Cannanore had not been able to resist. He was fully erect. Pain laced up and down his proud sausage and his nuts began to cramp. Yet it was alive, tingling with growing excitement. He lay quivering beneath her spread oily gash. Beads of her cunt honey were in her thick yellow rosebush and some of it was trickling down his spear.
"Be careful," he whispered.
"I shall, my saviour," she answered and began to slide her cunt up and down the shaft, gradually forcing more and more into her. She moaned with undisguised pleasure as she began to rock back and forth on top of him, loving the bulging hardness inside her. August and the general watched in wordless fascination as they saw the unbelievably long prick gradually being absorbed between her pouting hairy-yellow cunt lips.
"Oh, oh it's good," she whined softly, "oh, it's the best prick in the world, Cannanore. I'll never forget it. I'm going to take it back home with me."
"You can't," he gasped through clenched teeth, trying to override the insistent hurt, "I can't go to America."
"I'm going to cut it off and take it with me. I love it so much. I'm going to stuff it and hang it on my wall."
"Don't be crazy," he gasped in agony as his huge prod swelled even greater, the cords cutting viciously into his tender flesh. But he couldn't help his arousal. Her beautiful hot cunt was pulling, tugging, squeezing up and down the whole length of his burning dick. The stinging cords brought his cock to a new aliveness.
He stared between her legs as she plunged hard down and up the quivering pole to within an inch of his throbbing balls. The captain couldn't believe she could take so much of it voluntarily, without being raped. As her furry blonde twat careened and twisted upward to the base of his knob he saw it was coated with her thick frothy white cunt honey. There was a trace of blood too where she allowed herself to be torn by his immenseness. He knew it hurt her also.
"Oh yes, yes it's good," she moaned as she plunged her ass down again engulfing the shaft. This time she screwed, rocked and forced her hips over the very last inch, crying and moaning in pain-mixed pleasure until her fat swollen cunt lips finally kissed his hairy balls. "Oh, oh yes," she gasped, "oh yes I want it, I want it forever."
"Be careful," he urged again hopelessly, feeling the juices began to rise. An orgasm will cut him to pieces.
"Yes, yes, careful beloved," she sighed open mouthed, almost delirious with the throbbing in her quim. Her steady rhythm suddenly became jerky, spastic as rapidly now she plummeted her cunt up and down over the distended rod. Her large breasts began to swell and fatten, beginning to blush a rosy red that quickly spread over her chest and the rest of her body. She glistened with sweat. The muscles in her legs and thighs were twitching out of control as recklessly, heedlessly she pounded and screwed her dripping cunt over the length of his tortured prick.
"Oh yes, yes, yes," she moaned incessantly, crazily as she drove herself along the coveted pole. Her pretty mouth was open, trickles of saliva running from its corners. The gorgeous blue eyes rolled insanely. Long blonde hair flew and tossed about her head.
Christina rocked wildly back and forth as she rode the steel hard shaft. She grabbed the ends of her own boobs with both hands, rolling and pinching the stiff pointed nipples between her fingers. She began to pull, yank, and jerk mercilessly at the ends of her tits, trying to rip them off her body as pain shot through her. She was delirious with lewd passion. Completely out of control she fucked the long prod and tore at her tormented breasts.
"Oh God, it's good, it's good," she cried, "I'm coming, coming. The best fuck. The very best fuck. Oh, Cannanore, fuck me, fuck me, oh, come too. Please come. I want it. I want it. One more time. Fuck me, Cannanore, come, come, come in me."
"No," he gasped with his last energy, trying stoutly to resist. "No, no I won't." The pain in his cock and balls was already unbearable. It throbbed throughout his body. He knew what a climax would do to him. Desperately he tried to resist. He fought against the pulsing swell of jism that already filled his nuts and shaft.
"Let me help," unexpectedly broke in the fat general, overcome with delight at what he saw. Quickly grabbing a thin strip of leather he twisted it about the very base of the man's huge dong. With all his strength he pulled it tighter and tighter as it began to squeeze deep into the flesh of the already tortured penis.
"God don't," screamed Cannanore pathetically. "God don't. It's killing me. You're castrating me." But mercilessly the huge strong Ugandan pulled at the lash until the base of the long cock was no fatter than his little finger. He grit his teeth and sweat broke from his forehead as he strained harder at the cord.
"Oh it's good," screamed the pretty blond as she slammed up and down on the fat meat. "Oh it's fantastic. The best. The best."
Somehow she caught herself in mid-orgasm, stopped for a moment her wild thrashing. Her mouth still gasped wide but only gurgling noise came from deep in her throat. Muscles convulsing, nerves twitching she eased herself completely free of the engorged cock and looked down at it.
The general had pu lied the cord at the base so tight it was not the width of a cigarette. Filled with blood, puss and jism the organ had lengthened another two inches, but most of all it had thickened. Like a child's balloon it had swollen to the thickness of a huge salami except where the bloody cords still bound it tightly. It was grotesquely huge and inhumanly puffy. The tortured balls had grown to the size of a bull's.
Captain Cannanore lay quivering under his own cock. Hysterically he kept moaning. "I won't, I won't come. I won't." But his muscles were straining both in pain and oncoming orgasm. His hips arched uncontrollably upward in an irresistible fucking motion. Climax couldn't be stopped.
Christina stared shuddering down at the distorted prod. Swollen to fifteen inches in length and three times its normal width she had never seen such a huge organ. Moaning little girl sounds of ecstasy she spread her cunt lips wide with both hands and plunged herself mercilessly in one thrust down the full length of the distended prick.
"Oh God, yes, yes, yes!" she screamed full voice, her cunt impaled on the gigantic pecker. "Oh yes, yes, yes!" Her whole body burst into full abandoned orgasm. Her toes, hands, mouth and especially her cunt convulsed crazily in paroxysms of orgiastic joy. "Fuck me, Cannanore. Fuck me now!" she cried.
"Ahhhh, Lord," bellowed the man as suddenly his peter exploded with wild come spraying the insides of Christina's gorgeous cunt, flooding her with his sperm.He screamed and hollered in ecstatic pain as his distorted penis pulsed and errupted against her womb. There was no reality around him. Only the luscious lascivious gorgeous pain in his shooting near castrated cock had meaning. Only the hot tight warmth of Christina's grotto was alive.
The blond had locked her cunt tightly onto the erupting volcano and could not move up and down. But she twisted wildly around on it as the steaming lava filled and crushed her. Arms and legs flailed the air, jerking in uncontrollable orgasm. Her ecstatic screams filled the room. Her blue eyes rolled wildly in their sockets.
And Cannanore screamed too. Yelled out both torment and pleasure as he came again and again into her sopping cunt. The handsome couple jerked and screwed in abandonment as waves of scalding orgasm racked their bodies endlessly.
It was Christina who finally finished first. Exhausted and fulfilled she sat on top of him panting, slowly regaining consciousness. The huge dork was so fully implanted into her that it held her rigidly erect; she could not bend forward. So she sat there shuddering stoop shouldered on top of his inflamed cock, her legs, arms and breasts drooping helplessly from her glistening perfect body.
Cananore was only half-conscious as the last trickles of his jism finally spurted up into Christina's cunt. The pain had been too much for him. August took a damp rag and cooled his face to keep him from passing out.
The two beautiful lovers rested looking into the other's eyes. She won this time. The pain in his prick and scrotum had not ceased and the mercenary refused to think of what his abused cock must look like.
At last the beautiful blond tried to pull herself off. It was a struggle. Her normally small cunt hole had locked securely over the distorted small base of his cock and even greased by a copious amount of both their comes she had to twist and strain to finally get her stretched quim over the gigantic prod.
The four of them stared at last at the unwholesome prick. Though spent it was still fat because of the tight band the general had forced around its base. It was just as August's had looked but larger. It seemed like a long piece of tightly trussed red liver. The captain blinked wordlessly as he gazed at his tortured cock, numb from pain and almost in shock.
"You said you want to take it home with you as a trophy little white one?" said the general as his fingers grasped and squeezed the thick pole. "I think we can arrange that."
"But I'm afraid it'll shrivel up by then," said Christina studiously, still staring with admiration at the elongated sausage.
"What are you talking about," croaked the captain hoarsely. "You can't cut it off."
"Yes, I think we can," retorted the general with professional disinterest. Quickly he hurried to a cabinet and withdrew some thread and a needle with which he began to sew into Cannanore's prick at its base just above where he had applied the tight cord. Expertly he tied the blood supply into the swollen member as if he had done it many times before.
"Christina you can't," rasped Cannanore in horror, "you can't be this cruel."
"You taught me how lover," responded Christina coldly.
"But what will become of me?" groaned the helpless mercenary. For the first time he was wholly at another's mercy and was pleading like a child.
"You will become my personal eunuch and servant," answered the general, deftly finishing the job with a smile. He took a long pair of sharp shears and handed them to Christina. "Would you care to do the honors?"
"Gladly," grinned the pretty twenty year old, beginning to nibble at the soft flesh with their sharp points. She began to cut between the officer's sewings and the severe tourniquet.
"Please," begged the captain, "please don't Christina." The only thing that had ever meant anything to Cannanore had been his masculinity. He proved it in two ways: his ability to fuck and his freedom as a soldier to kill and maim. The vicious but frightened mercenary stared in shock as with her scissors Christina helped deprive him of one just as the general planned to rob him of the other.
At last it was done in spite of the pleas and screams of their helpless victim. Proudly Christina held the long tool in her hands, examining it closely. Cannanore stared in openmouthed horror at his severed penis. The general produced a quart jar of formaldehyde and obligingly the beautiful blond dropped it inside with a splash.
"That should preserve it until you get back to Kenya," said the general with a grin, screwing the cap on the jar tightly. Then immediately he began to sew up the quivering captain so he would not bleed to death.
Captain Cannanore continued to stare agape between his muscular legs. His huge hairy balls still hung there as always, but there was nothing else. Outside he heard the jeep cough and then roar into life.
Handcuffed the general rode in the passenger seat with August behind him, an armed pistol pointed at his back. He would not be released until they were in friendly hands. Christina drove. Behind them they suddenly heard the air filled with horrified shrieks and hysterical cries as Captain Cannanore emerged from his shock and realized fully what had happened. Firmly encased in the glass jar laying on the floor beneath Christina's legs his thirteen inch plus cock road safely.
"By the way," the beautiful blond called over her shoulder to her brother, "I'm pregnant."
"I wonder what colour it'll be," the boy laughed merrily. They were both in a joyous mood, happy to be safe and free at last.
"Probably black," smiled the girl. "More important. I wonder what size cock it'll have."
"You'll never be satisfied with anything less again will you, sis?" mused the eighteen year old with a smile.
"Oh I'll always be satisfied with a good fucking," the girl shouted over the roar of the engine. "You can have me any time you want, dearest. But you are right, August. I've got to find me another stallion sized prick like this one."
"Chances are one in a million," kidded her brother goodnaturedly.
"Hmmm," calculated Christina aloud. "The population of the United States is about two hundred million, one half of whom are men. At one in a million that leaves one hundred men I want.
"There are one hundred of them out there, August," she yelled back at him, "and I'm going to find them." With determination she shoved her foot down on the gas and the jeep shot forward toward home, freedom and ecstasy.
