Mandy had whined the entire week before they left. She had whined and sulked during the plane flight, and was now whining, sulking, pouting, and occasionally snarling. Going on an African safari, far from chili dogs, pizza, MTV, and her friends, was not her idea of a holiday.
For once, though, her parents had held firm. They intended that this would be a good old fashioned family holiday, and were determined to enjoy it if it killed them, and her. No amount of whining, cajoling and begging had managed to sway them.
Thus she was now standing on the runway in a baking heat, watching her father wave forlornly at baggage handlers who zipped by as if he were invisible. It was little wonder, what with the enormous amount of luggage sitting beside him.
Mandy herself was very far from invisible to the baggage handlers, as well as all the other bemused, astonished and wondering Africans within sight. If she noticed the stares, she gave not sign. She was, after all, used to be stared at, though not in quite the same way.
She was, as she well knew, a lovely, even stunning young woman. Her development had started early. Even when she was eleven years old, her physical maturity was such that she was taken for a girl several years older. She'd learned quickly that the men who looked at her so closely could be manipulated in a variety of ways to her benefit.
At eleven, that merely meant cooing and blinking her eyes. By twelve she was wearing tight or revealing clothes and positioning her body in such a way that older boys and even grown men would groan and flash carnal visual images in their minds.
By the time she'd turned thirteen, she was an expert at manipulation, at controlling and maneuvering men, using their weakness for her nubile teenage body to make soft jelly of their hearts and minds, and hard steel of their prongs.
She'd lost her cherry before entering high school, to a handsome teacher who'd responded by changing her F to an A. Usually she didn't have to actually sleep with them of course. A little cooing and sultry whispers, combined with a kiss or two sometimes did it.
For more difficult cases, she'd casually rub herself against them, or let them cop a feel of her boobs, or crotch, and sometimes even jerked them off. She'd gotten great grades in High School without having a particularly nimble mind, or studying hard. Others wondered about that, but as a leader of her peer group in school, few openly questioned her methods for academic achievement.
It was the same in College. She'd started just this year, and had found the college professors even more willing to come under her sway. The High school teachers had the added worry, first of arrest, and even after she passed the age of consent, of firing, if caught with her.
College teachers didn't really have to worry about that. Affairs between students and teachers weren't unusual. They could freely make use of what she offered in exchange for good grades, and not worry about consequences.
Now, as she stood on the runway, clad in her tight short shorts and her purple tank top that was cut off just below the breasts, she was the near perfection of a sexual creature. She didn't even have to try and pose anymore. Any position she took could automatically bring males organs to erection.
Her body was that of a goddess, perfect in it's ivory whiteness, gleaming with health. There was not a pimple, mole, or freckle anywhere on it. She was tall and effortlessly graceful, her movements that of a ballet dancer.
Her breasts were large enough to cause double takes, but not large enough to detract from the perfect symmetry of her shape. They were high and perfectly round and of a firmness few young women ever achieved, even during arousal. Her nipples were tiny pink nubs in the exact center of each breast, which, when hard, lengthened to an almost unnatural length, standing out hard and ultra sensitive.
Her legs were the kind that made men run into poles, so transfixed were they by the long gleaming contours of her perfect thighs, shapely calves and sweet and lovely knees.
Her ass would have won awards if such were given, and if she had ever deigned to enter any contest. It was the perfection other women longed for, had operations for. Not an ounce of fat, not a hint of imperfection marred her sweet and sumptuous buttocks. They were more perfect in their shape when she slouched in her sneakers than most women achieved in six inch heels and tightly shaping pants and jeans.
Her face was the profile of delicate loveliness. Her eyes were wide and bright, bright blue. When she wanted, they were they eyes of an appealing child. Within an instant they could turn sultry and wanton.
Her nose was a mere button, a little snub thing that made the women sigh and smile. Her mouth was narrow and luscious, her lips full and sensuous, her teeth, brilliant white perfection. Taken as a whole, her face was enough to make grown men and women weep, the men with regret, that they would never know her intimate acquaintance, the women with amazed jealousy.
Her hair was the perfect frame for such a wondrously sculpted visage. It was chest long and as feathery soft and fleecy as the finest silk. At the same time, it was luxuriously thick, cascading around her head and splashing over her shoulders and down her chest and back like a lustrous waterfall halted in mid-fall.
All of these taken together drew lustful and envious stares and gasps wherever she went, and contributed to what was, admittedly, more than a hint of arrogance, haughtiness and vanity. Being rich always tended to draw people into immodesty. Being rich as well as stunningly, dazzlingly, ravishingly, gorgeous, gave her an ego hard to reign in, even on those odd occasions that she tried.
Of course, her luscious silhouette and mouth watering face were not the only reason she was drawing stares at the moment. The main point of attraction for the Africans was her hair, which was a bright, but not unattractive shade of pink.
If she had been aware of the amusement, or confusion her hair color was causing, she would have simply sniffed about the crudeness and lack of sophistication of the watchers, utterly certain that wherever in the world she happened to be, whatever she happened to be wearing was THE height of fashion, and that included hair coloring and style.
She was not aware of the bewildering looks though, since all her attention was focused on herself, and the unhappiness and uncomfortableness she was presently feeling. These were not things Mandy was normally forced to contend with.
Seldom in her short life had she been refused any pleasure, comfort or want, however fleeting or transitory. Everywhere she went she was granted boons favors and generosity. At home, her slightest wish was her parent's most important demand. Nothing was denied her.
Of course this went a long way to explaining her self indulgent nature, her selfishness and vain outlook on life. Mandy was about as spoiled as any human being that walked the face of the earth, and as shallow as a dried river bed.
Though she was far from stupid, an original thought had never crossed her pretty little mind. She followed the dictates of her social group to the letter, her every move governed by whatever happened to be "IN".
Now here she was sweating, SWEATING! In a sauna that was permissible, but out in the open, in her clothes, it was utterly intolerable.
"Dadddeeeeeeeeee." she whined. "Can't we go indoors where it's air-conditioned?"
"The building isn't air-conditioned sweetheart. It's hotter than out here," he replied.
"Not air-conditioned?" She was truly amazed. In her experience all buildings were air-conditioned. What kind of a place was this?
"Ahhh, there comes our drive I think," her father sighed with relief.
Mandy turned to see a boxy looking car racing towards them in a cloud of dust. She squinted her eyes against the sun, then put her hand over her mouth as the thing drew up in front of them, hurling small pebbles and dirt all around.
"You Charles Taylor?" a voice demanded.
"I am."
"Righto."
A figure jumped out of the box and moved around to stand in front of them. Mandy looked up in disgust. The man was in his early thirties, tall, with coarse dark hair and weathery tanned skin, he wore a cheap brown short sleeved shirt and dark green pants tucked into boots, not even designer boots.
He was sort of handsome, in a rugged, cowboy type way, with a thick, barrel chest and enormous, biceps. His hands were big and rough from work, and his chest hair curled out through the half open shirt. Mandy wrinkled her nose in distaste.
"Pleased ta meet yah." The man said, holding out his big hand at Taylor. "I'm Joe Steel."
"How do you do?" Charles said, shaking hands. "This is my wife Lucy... "
"Charmed." Lucy said, waving her hand back and forth in front of her face to stir a little breeze.
"...and my daughter Mandy."
"Hi there Maddie." he grinned, his eyes sliding quickly and appreciatively up and down her body.
"Mandy," she said, stiffly, glaring in reproach. It didn't do to let the help become to chummy to begin with, and nobody dared call her Maddie.
With no further delay Joe had begun hefting their bags one and two at a time, and tossing them into the rear of the "Rover" as he called it. He showed not even a hint of effort at the heavy bags and was quickly done, whereupon he jumped into the driver's seat to await them.
Charles held open the rear door and Lucy and Mandy carefully stepped in.
"Don't you have air-conditioning?" she complained.
"You're joking?" He laughed. "Air-conditioning! What a laugh!" He then proceeded to laugh, long and hard, before stomping on the gas pedal. The three passengers were thrown back against the weakly padded seats as the Rover bumped and bounced across the dirt field and out through the airport gate.
In a short length of time, they were driving through an incredibly dirt and tacky looking excuse for a city, with hordes of black people wandering around aimlessly and shrieking in some ugly foreign language that Mandy knew wasn't French or Italian, the only two acceptable languages other than English.
"How far is the hotel?" She grumbled.
"Hotel? We ain't goin' to no hotel, gorgeous. We're heading right for the jungle. We'll pick up the rest of the gear in Bankoland, then head inland."
"You mean we'll be traveling in this?!" she demanded in astonishment.
"That's it beautiful."
"But... but... but... we CAN'T travel in this!" she exclaimed.
He looked back at her in irritation. "And just what's wrong with this? This is a helluva fine machine, girl. It'll take you through damn near anything without stalling."
"How long do we have to be riding around in this thing?" She demanded.
"This is your ride for the duration, Princess," he grinned.
"Daddeeeeeeee!"
"Now look, precious, we could hardly travel in a Rolls in the middle of the jungle," he tried to placate her.
"Couldn't you get something that was at least air-conditioned!?"
"You'll never get acclimatized with air-conditioning pinky." Joe grinned.
"What?"
"He means you won't get used to the heat, darling."
"I don't want to get used to the heat!" she stamped her foot on the floor.
"You ain't got no choice there, pinky."
"Don't call me that!" she demanded, furiously.
He laughed, which did nothing to cool her temper. She folded her arms tightly, despite the heat, and sank back in her corner of the seat, determined to sulk until she was back home again. The Rover continued to bounce along until they reached a small village outside town.
There they stopped. There was six other four wheel drive vehicles there waiting. Joe looked at them in disbelief. "What in hell?" He jumped out and went to the waiting native drivers, chatting furiously.
"You told me to find everything on the list and bring it here with drivers." The man in charge said, shrugging.
"What in hell was on the friggen list?!" Joe demanded. He poked his nose in the sides of the rovers and jeeps, his face growing more and more incredulous.
Finally he came over to stand in front of Charles.
"Are you nuts?" he demanded.
"Excuse me?"
"What in hell is all this junk? You got furniture here, fer chrissake!"
"Yes, a few tables and chairs, and cots."
"Tables and chairs!"
"I suppose you've never sat in a chair or at a table." Mandy sniffed, disdainfully. Joe glared at her, then turned back to Taylor.
"You have any idea what this is costing you?"
"Of course I know." Charles said with dignity.
"How about how long it's gonna take us to pack up and set down?"
"I'm sure they'll manage."
Joe closed his eyes and counted to ten.
"It's your funeral," he said, finally, stomping over to the other drivers.
"Really." Lucy said. "Couldn't you have found a better guide, Charles?"
"He is supposed to be the best, my dear."
"He smells badly." Mandy sulked.
"I daresay we'll all smell badly soon." Her father said, altogether too happily. Both women looked at him in disgust.
* * *
They bounced down dirt roads for several more hours, with the other cars riding along behind. They left the road then, going through the jungle on even more bouncy trails. Just when she was certain she couldn't take another minute, they stopped in a small clearing by a river.
"All right. We're here." Joe said in obvious relief. He almost dove out of the rover, moving as far away from Mandy as he could get. Never had he had to bear such a constant unending barrage of whining complaints, and snotty comments.
If she had known the fantasies he'd used to try and block her out for most of the afternoon, Mandy would have been outraged. In truth, they weren't all that different from most men's fantasies about her, except for being considerably more violent.
The dozen natives proceeded to set up the camp, which included two large tents, each ten feet by twelve feet and tall enough for a tall man to stand. Inside each the carried a large round plastic bathtub, which they set up in a curtained corner, along with the portable toilets.
They attached round curtain rods to the tubs, then put on the curtains. A pipe with a shower nozzle on the top was put into place, and a generator to power the pumps, along with other gear, was started up. One large vehicle was entirely filled with big drums of water, which were rolled over and attached to the pumps.
Joe sat on the front bumper of his Rover and watched in stunned amazement as the tubs, along with tables, chairs, benches and cots were all unloaded and brought into the tents. Each time Mandy saw him, she turned up her nose and sniffed in disdain. Joe imagined what a good sturdy leather belt would do to her round little behind.
The Taylors wandered around, enjoying the scenery, what there was of it no further than a dozen yards from the camp at least. Mandy accompanied her parents, shrugging and sniffing at everything they pointed out.
He got a big campfire going, for the atmosphere, Charles had said, since of course they'd brought portable propane stoves and lanterns for heat and light. The fire drew the only appreciative statement from Mandy Joe had heard all day. She'd allowed that it was "OK".
Soon after things were installed, the Taylors all retired to their tents and the pumps started up. Joe's mind filled with the image of the pink haired girl having a shower and despite his irritation at her, found his loins stirring.
Normally he wouldn't have dreamed of it, but the little bitch had been such a snotty little bitch that he almost felt she owed him one, a look that is.
With nobody in sight, he unzipped the tent and poked his head inside, then walked in, poking his head out to be sure nobody had seen him. He moved across to the room to the little curtained alcove, then looked inside.
The curtain that ran around the tub was in place and water pattered off it weakly. The pumps were only as good as the power source which had to be small enough to cart around. Still, a good spray of water enveloped the girl as she stood under it.
The plastic curtain was solid, and only her shadow showed through. Not a man to hesitate, Joe wandered across the few feet that separated it from him and pulled it aside slightly.
Her back was to him, and what a back! Despite his many experiences with women he had to swallow a sigh of appreciation. He shook his head as his eyes beheld her beautifully proportioned body, the lovely round swells of her buttocks and magnificent legs.
She turned and he let the curtains fall. Then opened them a crack. Her head was tilted back and her hands were rubbing shampoo through her long hair. He closed his eyes for a second, then opened them again. No, he hadn't been imagining.
"Good Christ!" he murmured, his voice easily covered by the sound of splashing water. What a body! His eyes lingered over her upturned breasts, looking even more golden and perfect as she unconsciously thrust her chest up and out.
Her belly was smooth and flat and looked like the softest thing on earth. Her damp pubic hair, she was a blonde, he saw, barely covered her dark little slit as she stood with legs slightly apart.
The water trickled off her gleaming wet skin, giving her a slick, oily look that set his heart pounding and his cock pulsing. It was all he could do to keep from jumping in and screwing her right then and there.
Luckily, he was a strong man mentally as well as physically. He backed away and stumbled out of the tent, his eyes wide and dazed. No matter her personality flaws, he was going to have the little slut if it was the last thing he did!
* * *
He set out to please her as soon as she returned from her shower. His attempts to curry favor and amuse her failed dismally however. She was used to men trying to charm and please her and was in no mood for it. Besides, he was as far from her type as it was possible to get without actually being ugly.
His smile became strained over the course of the evening, as his most gallant, courteous and congenial attempts to strike up friendship, or even a conversation, failed dismally, shot down by snotty remarks, arrogant condescension and rude and brusque dismissals.
He was in a foul mood when he went to sleep that night. It didn't get any better the next day, as she repeated her whining and complaining to such an extent he was reduced to angry growls and snarls himself. When she haughtily summoned him to her tent that evening, he was in no mood to be pleasant.
Her constant sniveling had driven him to tear into his stash of brandy far sooner than normal, and he was ready to bite somebody's head off. None would be better than hers.
Mandy was wearing a light white designer shirt, that, because of the heat, she'd completely unbuttoned and then tied together below her bra-less breasts.
That her magnificent orbs were thus encased in two tight sacks that became translucent as she sweated, did not apparently occur to her, and if it had, she wouldn't have cared. Tormenting men, even ones she disliked was commonplace to her.
Her shorts were the kind of baggy, multi colored things currently in vogue in California, and looked preposterous here, but again, that didn't occur to her.
"What is it?" He almost snarled after pushing through her tent flap.
"This thing doesn't work." she complained, pointing at the shower.
"So what do you want me to do about it?"
She looked at him like he was exceedingly stupid.
"Fix it." She said, pronouncing each word carefully as she stared at him.
"It ain't my shower." He glared.
"You were hired by my father... "
"To guide you through the jungle. You want a plumber, go and find one."
"How dare you!?" she glared in outrage.
"Oh stuff a sock in it," he snapped.
"When I tell my Daddy... "
"You can tell Daddy whatever the bleeding hell you want you silly little cunt. I'm tired of listening to your whining and bitching and complaining!" He moved right in front of her, staring down angrily from inches away. She backed up in consternation, but he kept moving forward until she was backed against a table.
He jammed his face right up against hers. "Your shit don't stink! Do it?"
Mandy's eyes and mouth opened in amazement. Nobody, but nobody had ever talked to her like this before.
"I... I... I... "
"Oh can it! I'm sick of listening to your whining voice!" He shoved his face even closer, forcing her to bend backwards across the table.
"You are the snottiest little ice maiden I've ever seen in my life! You and your Goddam bathtubs and Goddam CD player and your Goddam pink hair! What kind of a crazy wears pink hair anyway!?
"It... it's the latest s... style." she stuttered.
"Style! Ha!" He backed up slightly, his eyes glaring as he looked her up and down. "And your clothes. You wave your little ass around and show off your fat titties and then look down your nose at anyone that takes notice!"
He poked his nose in her face again, forcing her back. "What you really need is a hard belt across your dainty little rear end! Or better yet a good hard cock up your tight, cold little hole!"
Mandy gasped in shock, her skin flushing red in embarrassment and outrage.
"I bet for all your showin' off your still a stinking virgin!" he snarled.
"I... I am not!" she whined.
"Bullshit! I can't imagine you letting any man between those legs of yours!" He reached his hand down and cupped her big left breast through the sweaty blouse. "The only one that's ever touched these are you!" He sneered, against putting his face right up against hers.
Mandy was now terrified. She was in a situation she'd never faced in her life. Someone didn't like her! Someone was being mean to her, yelling at her and calling her names. She didn't know how to deal with it and gaped at him in shock, not even trying to slap his hand away from her hot, sweating breast.
"What about it, little miss ice queen?" he smirked. "Or are you a lesbo? That wouldn't surprise me. A man hating little homo!"
"A... am not!" she whimpered.
"Yeah?" He curled his lip into a sneer, then abruptly, jammed his big hand down the front of her shorts. The button tore off, popping across the tent as his hand forced into the thin garment. Mandy gasped again, her eyes staring down in shock.
Joe's hand slid right under her panties and cupped her bare flesh, squeezing up against her pussy mound. His eyes continued to stare into hers and as she looked up, she felt held there, her own eyes unable to pull away as his fingers began to rub up and down over her cunt.
CHAPTER TWO
Her breathing came faster and faster and her body experienced a different kind of heat. Joe's fingers slid into her body, pumping slowly as his big rough thumb rubbed back and forth across her clit. Mandy whined in protest, but held unmoving, her fearful eyes staring up into Joe's hard angry ones.
At first, she wasn't even aware of her awakened arousal. For, despite her many sexual encounters, Mandy had, had an orgasm only once; and that was with a woman high school teacher when she was fourteen. The woman had put her mouth down there and a feeling of such overwhelming pleasure had come over Mandy that it had frightened her.
She'd never allowed another woman's hands on her since then, for fear that she was in fact a homosexual, which, according to society's dictates, would have made her something less than perfect. All her trysts with men had been a cold sort of thing.
Mostly, she just lay there and let them do as they wanted, a necessary evil for her to achieve something or other. She had moaned and groaned at the appropriate times, but seldom felt even an inkling of excitement herself. Her body was a tool to be used and admired, nothing else.
Most of her encounters, in fact, had ended before actual intercourse. Mandy was skilled in overexciting men and then bringing them off, either by hand or, if absolutely necessary, but mouth. She had only "gone all the way" half a dozen times, none of which had lasted more than a few minutes.
Now, the unaccustomed feelings coming from her crotch, combined with her flustered and fearful confusion towards Joe's confrontation and rudeness, left her in a floundering mental daze.
She half leaned, half sat back against the table, her legs slightly spread and her body bent back. Joe's hand continued to work away at her groin, which was responding with a tremendous wave of hot, tingling pleasure.
"Like that, don't you, baby?" he hissed, his lips pulled back into a snide, ugly smile. He thrust his fingers harder and faster inside her now slimy-moist, hot little pussy chamber. His thumb pressed down hard on her clitty, rasping across it with intense pressure.
Mandy was trembling and shaking, her body gripped by confusion and a sensual passion she did not know how to deal with. All she could do was continue to stare at Joe's face as his hand rubbed and pumped and squeezed down inside her shorts.
Then he growled, his left hand going behind her head and gripping a thick chunk of pink hair tightly. He jerked her head to one side, making her cry out, the cry, a low bird-like chirp of confusion and fear. His mouth came down on hers, which was open anyway.
His tongue shot inside, rasping and whirling within her oral cavity. He held her tight against him, his hand rubbing roughly away at her crotch, his body pressing hers back against the table. The kiss was long, endless, when he withdrew, Mandy gasped, her chest heaving as she sought to draw breath.
Her eyes were wide and staring still as he pulled his hands free, grabbed the center of her tied blouse and tore it open, letting her hard swollen breasts drop out. His hands immediately captured them, cupping them from beneath, holding them up as his fingers kneaded the gleaming moist flesh.
His mouth descended, his lips sliding across her left nipple, then seizing, locking onto it. He chewed the nub as he sucked it into his mouth. Mandy moaned, a high pitched sound of bewilderment and negation. Joe drew his lips out, sucking the firm pink flesh.
Her nipple lengthened and expanded as it hardened, his lips enfolded the long stiff little bud as he grinded them softly from side to side. He pulled away, then turned his attention to her right breast, her nipple, already hard and elongated, seemed to burn as his mouth enfolded it, and Mandy gave a shuddering moan.
"Oh!" she gasped. "Ohhhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhh!"
Joe buried his face between her fat, meaty mounds, squashing them in together from either side. His face rubbed up and down, then slid up along her throat, chewing an sucking until his lips locked on hers again. He held her tightly, his crotch grinding into hers.
His hand once again found her hair, twisting her head up and back for his lips. His right hand moved down and unzipped her shorts, then shoved, letting them fall to her ankles. Clad only in her thin silky bikini panties, Mandy found her legs unconsciously spreading.
Joe's hand slid inside, his fingers penetrating her sopping pussy, his thumb rubbing ruthlessly up and down on her hard clit. Mandy's groin humped against him as her body responded against her will. Her breathing was coming in short, harsh straining gasps.
She felt her body burning with a fiery heat. It was centered at her crotch and getting worse and worse. She was losing control of her muscles as her legs became weak and wobbly and her body trembled and shook alarmingly.
Then, a roaring blast of hot blistering pleasure roared through her entire body, like an inferno it seemed to consume her very flesh as she convulsed in a quivering, shuddering climax. Her hips humped out and down against Joe's sticky wet thrusting fingers and her legs parted widely, her body sitting back further on the table and her chest shoving out and up as her back arched.
Joe held tightly to her hair, fighting her body's jerking, humping, shaking contortions as he stared down at her gaping sightless face with deep satisfaction.
As her orgasm ended and her shaking subsided, he grabbed the panties and tore them right off, hurling them into a far corner. He shoved the girl back against the table until she lost her balance and fell back on it. His hands gripped her calves, shoving her legs wide, wide apart until her thighs ached with pain, the tendons strained alarmingly.
"Now you look good!" he leered. "Now you're in the proper position." He abandoned her legs, his hands going to his own shorts. "I'm gonna give you that ride you been asking for, sweetheart," he grunted, taking his raging erection out and pointing it at her gleaming wet cunt crack.
Mandy lay exhausted, her chest heaving. She stared up at him, her mouth gaping, her eyes wide. She didn't know what was happening to her, or even why. She watched as if in slow motion as Joe's big red cock moved closer and closer to her crotch.
Then she felt it, felt it wet and rubbery and yet still hard as iron as it pierced her oily cuntlips and pushed into her sodden cunt tunnel. Almost instantly it reignited her arousal. She felt her cunt expand to take in the intruder, then clamp down hard, drawing it further inside.
It was bigger than most of the cocks she'd known, but her pussy had little difficulty accommodating it. Joe's hands came down on her legs, holding them wide, almost parallel to the table edge as he stuffed his hot fuck tool, balls-deep into the twitching, shivering little pink haired teenager.
He jammed it in hard, then tore it back out and slammed it in again. A good hard ride he had promised and a good hard ride she would get. He used full steady strokes, but sent them hammering down into her body with bruising impact.
His hips slammed into her spread thighs and buttocks with a meaty slap and a protesting creak from the table legs. His cock was a blurring piston as it rutted into the bewildered girl. Wave after wave of intense sexual fever washed over her, rendering her helpless and stunned.
When Joe let go of her legs to fasten his iron fingered hands around her meat swollen tit mounds, the force of his grip sent shock waves hurtling through her chest. It was as if her tits were bags of bubbling hot boiling sexual water and his hands had squeezed them flat, sending the liquid shooting into her body where it burned with maddening and agonized fervor.
Her body quaked, then rocked, her ass bounced up off the table without her willing it, then did it a second time. Her hands, resting on the table above her head, flopped and jerked and trembled, then her back arched with terrible force and she cried out in ecstatic release.
A loud groan of orgasmic satisfaction drifted out of the tent, causing the native porters to give each other knowing looks, but fortunately not reaching as far as the girl's parents, who were listening to a Brahms symphony on their expensive mini stereo.
Mandy's head thrashed from side to side and her teeth gnashed as her body was gripped by an electric current that refused to let go. She shook furiously, her ass bouncing wildly on the table as Joe's hard boner continued to pound into her sizzling cunt chute.
"Yeah! Yeah! Go for it, baby!" Joe groaned, his cock flaring and steaming along it's entire length. His hands gripped her waist, almost completely encircling her tiny waist. He hauled her back and forth on the table like a rag doll, jerking her against his savage thrusts.
Then the girl's cum finally subsided. Her body's shaking eased into light trembling and twitching. He bent forward across her, his cock screaming in excitement as he kept pumping it to her. Then he came, his cock like a firehouse as it jetted boiling white scum down into her exhausted, languorous body.
He lay atop her panting, sweat-covered body as they both recovered. Neither spoke. His cock softened within her and he slid it slowly out, watching her glistening cuntlips slowly close together once more. He reeled back a pace, his shaking hands pulling his spent cock back inside his pants and fastening them together.
He shook his head, then looked down at the girl, lying there in a semi-conscious daze, and staggered out of the tent. Mandy lay atop the table for long minutes, her legs still spread wide as the furnace between her them slowly cooled.
She raised her head wearily and looked around, then blinked slowly and with a groan, pulled her legs together and sat up. She shoved herself to a sitting position on the table, then eased off, almost falling as her rubbery legs failed to support her properly.
She was in a state of shock, her body and mind still staggered by the events they'd just experienced. It had been the first orgasm she'd experienced except by her own hand since fourteen. It was certainly by far the most powerful.
As her mind cleared it turned more and more to how it had happened. How had she let that... that... that animal turn her body into his own personal plaything? The kind of man that attracted her was smaller, handsomer, well... prettier, she thought. She'd never liked the rough tough jock type.
How was it then that her body had responded to him as it had? She blushed as she remembered how she'd cum with his hand down her panties, rubbing her off like that. How humiliating! How could she!? She wobbled across the canvas floor to her bed and practically fell in.
She was mortified! How could she possibly face the man in the morning? It must have been the heat, she decided. The heat and boredom and some kind of weird animal reflex on account of her being in the jungle like this. It wasn't her fault at all.
The next morning, Joe expected a change in personality. He was surprised and angered when it didn't turn out that way, at all. His pleasant greeting was greeted by a turned up nose and a sniff of disdain. Mandy was intent on pretending last night had never happened.
"Sleep well?" he asked, slightly chastened.
"That is certainly none of your business, MISTER Steel," she said, contempt lacing every word.
"What's with you?"
"If I wish to converse with you, which I doubt I will, I will let you know," she sniffed, walking away. He glared after her in confusion.
Mandy tromped off into the bushes, her hands deep in the pockets of her knee length pink pants. Her bikini top was slightly too small for her perfect breasts, but then, all her tops were slightly too small. She glared around her, still upset by last night, and still not able to understand it.
She was deeper into the jungle, farther away from the camp than she had been, when she heard water and shifted direction towards it. A minute later, she came out on the bank of a swiftly moving river. She sat down on a stone and took off her shoes, dangling her feet in the water as she pondered the weakness her body had displayed.
Perhaps it wasn't her body at all, she thought. A man like that probably haunted whorehouses and such. He must be greatly experienced in such things, though she would have thought he'd have been little better than a boorish slam-bam-thank-you-ma'am type.
She heard a strange sound and turned. Her eyes opened wide and she gasped in surprise and fear. A fat, round black face stared back at her from a foot away. His eyes were equally wide as he beheld the strange-looking beauty.
She screamed. He scrunched up his face and then put his hand over her mouth to stop it. His strong hands easily fended off her weak shoves and slaps and a quirky smile appeared on his face, then he scooped her up and carried her several yards upstream to his canoe.
He shoved the squirming girl down into the canoe, and with the speed and precision of a rodeo cowboy, had her hands behind her and bound tightly to her ankles within seconds. That done, he shoved the canoe out into the fast flowing water and paddled out into the center of the river.
The canoe raced downstream as Mandy squirmed around onto her side and gazed up at him. He was a nightmare come true. He wore only a loincloth, and his dark black skin gleamed in the sun. A bracelet of some kind was around his upper arm, and another around his ankles. He wore no shoes and his feet were enormous.
Mandy wondered if she were to be eaten. He looked like the old pictures in the National Geographic she'd had to look at in Geography class. What was worse, sitting beside him in the handmade canoe, was a small axe and a bow. A knife was stuck into the side of his loincloth's belt.
Mandy quivered in fear, praying someone would rescue her before this savage cooked her for dinner or chopped off her head.
For his part, Mbinga, a warrior of the Bantu tribe, was more amused than anything. He'd never heard of a race that had pink hair before. In fact, he'd never even heard of the color pink. Downstream was the rest of his hunting party and he was anticipating their own amusement and astonishment when he presented this strange-looking female.
* * *
Joe was the first to arrive at the riverbank. He couldn't see any sign of Mandy, and first feared the idiot girl had fallen into the fast-moving water and been carried away, then his eyes scanned the bank and saw the outline left by the canoe. He hastened over and examined the big footprints.
He took off his hat and wiped the sweat off his brows as the jungle resounded to the trampling sounds of the Taylors and some of the drivers. They were gonna love this, he thought with resignation. He turned and looked downstream. Well, that little girl is sure gonna get a lot of fucking now, whether she liked it or not.
He was more remorseful that it wouldn't be him doing it than that she'd get her little hole plugged. He had little fear for her life. The Bantu who inhabited this area might not be exactly civilized but they wouldn't kill anything as harmless as the pink-haired teenager.
"What's going on? Where's my daughter?" Charles cried as he burst through the bushes. Joe threw out an arm and caught the man just before he fell into the river, dragging him back out from the waist-deep water at once.
"Don't wanna be goin' in there, Mister Taylor. There's some pretty nasty types live in this water."
"Where's Mandy?" Lucy cried, arriving in front of several of the black drivers.
"I'm afraid Mandy has gone for a little ride," he sighed. And I'm the one who's gonna have to go and fetch her back, he cursed inwardly. Silly little twat!
* * *
Mandy's wrists were pinched tightly by the thin vines. Her shoulders ached from having her arms pulled so tightly back, and her hands were starting to go numb. Her ankles were in no better condition. The savage had tied her very tightly and efficiently.
Her clothes were soon soaked with river water, for the canoe, though well made for it's type, was not waterproof and an inch or so of water was always in the bottom.
Twenty minutes of paddling through the fast current landed the canoe in a small lake. The far bank held half a dozen canoes and Mbinga paddled across to them, calling out in the shrill sing-song greeting of the Bantu. There were answering calls from the eight men on the bank who were drying fish and skinning a boar.
Mbinga brought the canoe up against the bank, then jumped out and pulled it up after him. "Come see. Come see." he called excitedly. The others walked over to him as he lifted Mandy from the canoe and tossed her carelessly on the wet sand.
"What is this?" Contaw demanded, frowning.
"I found this strange looking female sitting alone by the river."
"Alone? A female?"
"She must have been banished from her tribe." Mbinga said.
"With hair like that, it is no wonder." Verwinti sniffed.
"What color is that, anyway?" Niyou asked.
"I do not know. I have never seen it's like."
"Perhaps she is marked by the Gods."
"Or the devil," another suggested.
"All females are marked by the devil."
There were knowing nods from most of the men at that. Counta's woman had cheated on him and bore him another's son.
"What do we do with it?" Niyou wondered.
"Are you sure it's female?"
"Of course it's female. Look at it's mammaries there," he responded, indignantly.
Counta pulled out his knife and carefully slit the vines binding the woman's wrists and legs together. He slid a hand under her right arm and hauled her erect, where she stood trembling and staring at them.
"What if she is a witch?" Niyou hissed. There were murmurs of worry and several made a warding sign against the devil. They stepped back from the girl, who's head kept whipping from side to side, staring at them all.
"Red is the color of witches!" someone said.
"She is not red she is white."
"Her hair. Her hair is red!"
"That is not red."
"What is it if not red?"
"If she were a witch she would not allow Mbinga to capture her."
"Perhaps she wants us to bring her back to the village so she can ensorcel us all."
There were more warding gestures.
"I am sure she is not a witch," Mbinga said, indignantly.
"We should leave her."
"But if she is a cast-out female she will die."
"Let her."
"That is not an honorable thing to say."
"We can not take the chance."
"There is no chance in it." Mbinga said. "I will prove that she is no witch right here."
"How? You mean... "
"I will make use of her the way a man uses a woman. No witch can stand that for she would lose her powers."
"She will not let you." Banga said, making more warding signs.
"I tell you she is not witch." Mbinga said. He moved against the girl and before she could react, tore her bra top in half. Mandy squealed and closed her arms over her breasts, trying to back away.
"Watch out, Mbinga," someone warned.
Mbinga twisted the female around and held her arm firmly, his hand reached for the strange garments she wore on her hips and pulled downwards.
They easily slid down over her well rounded hips. Mbinga paused a moment to admire the perfect tone of her white buttocks, then grabbed the shorts and pulled, causing the female to fall on her back as he jerked them up and off.
"She is calling out a spell!"
The others moved further back, except Randow who was braver than most.
"At least bind her so we might survive." Banga cried.
Mandy screamed and begged them to let her go, but they either ignored her or seemed to not understand. One of the natives stripped her naked and tossed her onto the ground. They were in a low clearing with dirt and a slight stubble of grass beneath her.
The two natives who hadn't backed off pulled her wrists to the ground. One of them held her right hand down while another picked up a rock and a foot-long stick. Mandy screamed again, fearing they were about to drive it through her hand.
Instead the stake was driven deep into the ground. The second native tied a vine tightly around her wrist, then tied it to the vine. This was repeated with her other wrist, and her ankles, until Mandy was spread-eagled and tied securely, hardly able to move a limb.
"Look. Her hair is a different color between her legs!"
"Surely that means she is a devil."
"I am not worried," Mbinga said, for he had once lived in the city and did not believe in witches any longer. He pulled off his loincloth and pulled on his long flaccid penis, watching the female struggling uselessly against the bindings.
She was not particularly attractive, though her hips were decently round and her full, round breasts could feed many sons. He considered her too skinny though. The most attractive thing about her was her smooth unblemished white flesh. For despite varying skin tones, he had never seen anyone with such pure and flawless skin.
He skinned his fist up and down on his organ, squeezing his fingers tightly. His eyes slid up and down the female's body, admiring the perfection of the ivory skin. He knelt beside her, still rubbing on his organ. His other hand moved to her groin and squeezed. It certainly felt like a true woman's.
Mandy's arms and legs pulled frantically at the tight vines, despite the pain it caused her bare wrists and ankles. Her eyes were wild and terrified as the savage knelt beside her and then began pawing at her crotch.
She let out a sob of defeat as his hand squeezed her crotch, then slid slowly up and down her body, caressing her smooth flat belly, then the skin of her chest above and between her breasts. Finally his hand rolled up and down over her upthrust breasts, pausing atop each little hillock to fondle her nipples.
Her eyes kept flicking from his hand on her skin, his skin rougher even than that pig from last night, and his prick, which was rapidly hardening under his flicking fingers. Then he let go of it and positioned himself between her legs, falling forward on top of the hapless girl.
She groaned in disgust and revulsion, feeling his hard, sun baked flesh atop hers. His skin was coarse and rough as it pressed down on her firm rounded breasts, irritating them and rasping across her twin nipples. His cock was a hard bone like thing pressed against her belly.
Then the man jerked up on one elbow and grabbed his cock. He pressed the uncircumcised head against her cunt. Mandy was terrified of it. She had never seen or heard of an uncircumcised cock before and thought it must be some kind of mutant thing, as if the man wasn't even human.
It pushed against her cuntlips like a normal cock though, and she felt her lips yield under it's unrelenting pressure. It moved inside her body as she jerked against the vines once more, helpless and sobbing in misery and fear.
The cock pushed down deeper and deeper despite her tight squeezing of her pussy muscles. It rasped hard against her tight dry cunt as it moved in, bringing pain to her shaking body.
The man grunted and threw his hips forward, jamming another several inches of cock meat up into her belly. Mandy gave up resisting, she wept and let her head fall back, staring up at the sky as the man drove his cock fully into her body, his balls pressing against the underside of her buttocks as he sighed and rested atop her.
He pulled back almost immediately, then began a quick, forceful rutting against her crotch. Mandy grunted in pain as his long cock slid back and forth inside her pussy tunnel. The sky above gradually began to blot out as the other natives moved forward, somewhat reassured now that she was no danger, now that Mbinga had deflowered her.
They watched intently, making sure it could not be some trick. Their eyes followed Mbinga's organ as it moved back and forth, sliding in and out of the female's love hole.
Mandy's breath was harsh and uneven as she slowed her sobbing. Her eyes were watery with tears and saw everything blurry. Her ankles ached as the native raping her threw his hips against her crotch with a flurry of very hard thrusts, slamming her small, light body upwards against the bindings on her ankles.
Then he grunted in pleasure and came inside her. Mandy was as horrified as most women would have been if a dog or pig had cum inside her. She imagined the foul wet stuff burning away inside her belly, like some terrible acid.
"You see. I told you," Mbinga sighed.
"I will try and see," Niyou said.
"You do not think she could still be a witch," Mbinga accused.
"No," Niyou grinned. "But if you are going to sell her, I should find out how she rides first." There were several laughs, though several men still looked worried.
Niyou knelt between the female's legs, his own organ already hard.
Mandy groaned in dismay as the second native climbed on top of her. She watched dully as his fat cock pushed against her pussy and then drove inside. This one was much more eager than the first. His hands roved across her body, squeezing and caressing her skin.
His hands folded atop her breasts as he held himself fully inside her, and he began to fondle them roughly, then his mouth bent and he kissed her on the lips. Mandy almost threw up in disgust. She closed her teeth and lips tightly and turned her head away.
The native grabbed her pink hair, a move that brought ooohs of worry from some of the men watching. He held her head tightly and kissed her again, preventing her from shifting aside. Still, her lips and teeth remained tightly closed.
He cursed and backhanded her, knocking her head to one side. The Bantu did not tolerate defiance in women and certainly not in captured slaves, which was what Mandy now was. He slapped her in the other direction, then backhanded her again.
She surrendered with a woeful sob and her mouth opened. Niyou's lips closed against hers and his tongue shot into her mouth. His hands slipped under her and clutched her round buttocks his nails sliding deeply into the tender, malleable flesh.
He resumed his wild pumping, his cock pounding in and out of her cunt tube so hard that her body was half lifted with each stroke. Mandy felt strange tastes in her mouth and wondered what manner of awful things the savage ate.
Her cunt ached from the ferocious assault of his hammering cock tool. Her ass flesh was being squeezed and kneaded as he hauled her up against his downward thrusts. He humped against her fiercely, now raising up his chest and howling in glee. His body was arching backwards as his cock slammed deep into Mandy's body and spewed out it's load of hot white semen.
"Her love tunnel feels almost unused," he gasped to the others. "It is amazingly tight on my manhood." Most of the women in the Bantu were heavy and their pussies were consequently larger than the comparatively skinny white girl now staked out on the grass.
The next native tore off his loincloth and dropped between her long, white legs. Again, a hot male organ was driven deep into Mandy's body and the humping renewed. She closed her eyes, tears spilling down the sides of her face as she was raped for the third time.
The sun blazed down overhead on the lewd and carnal scene, as one after the other, each of the nine men present got on top of the skinny white girl and used her body for their own pleasures. Mbinga then used her for a second time, to restate his ownership of her.
Finally, all were satisfied. They were satisfied not just in their lusts, but that the female was no threat. No witch could have any power after being ridden so hard by so many Bantu warriors.
Mandy's arms and wrists were cut loose and the weary, miserable girl was hauled to her wobbly feet. Her hands were bound behind her once more, but her feet remained free as the natives put her aboard one of the canoes and set off down the river again.
CHAPTER THREE
Joe knelt and stared at the tracks in front of him. It had taken ore than two days to get a motorboat and then find where the Bantu had come out of the river, and now all it showed was that they'd gone back in again soon after. He glared at the tracks in frustration.
Actually, the signs told more than just that. The stakes were still in the ground, and part of the vies were still attached. It didn't take a great deal of imagination to guess what had been tied down like that and why.
He let out a cold smile. He kind of wished he'd been there to see it. He was willing to bet the little bitch had gone nuts. He sighed again and walked back to the boat, waving the pilot to start up again. He hadn't brought a lot of men. He knew he wouldn't have to take Mandy back by force.
The Bantu sold their captives and he had more than enough to outbid anyone else for her, at least, anyone among the tribe. The motorboat eased back into the river and then shot forward.
He cursed again, how was he even supposed to find the proper village anyway? There were scores of Bantu villages around here. He just hoped he got to her before she was made pregnant. If that happened and the Bantu became aware of it they wouldn't part with her until the brat was dropped.
* * *
After two more hours on the river, the canoes slowly pulled ashore. There were a number of other canoes there and the natives pulled out all their canoes and rested them alongside the others. None of the vessels belonged to any one village, they were shared by those who happened to want them at a particular time on a first-come-first-served basis.
After overturning the canoes, they set out down a narrow trail that became almost imperceptible after a hundred paces. Mandy was dragged along behind them, still completely naked and her wrists still tied behind her.
Mbinga tied a long vine around her throat and led her behind him exactly as if she were a goat. A goat however, would have been much more sure footed.
Mandy had difficulty almost from the start. The natives set off on a natural pace that ate up the miles rapidly. For her it was almost impossible to keep up. Another problem was her bare feet. The natives had no need of shoes. Their soles were hardened from years of walking.
Mandy kept stepping on rocks and pebbles and sharp twigs. She hopped and whined and cried out in soreness. Mbinga kept tugging on the rope to encourage her onward but she kept falling in pain. Finally the column stopped and Mbinga went back in exasperation to examine her feet.
One examination told him that her feet were like the soft city people. He could not understand this since she hadn't been wearing any footwear when he'd captured her. Nevertheless, he hauled out a long strip of hide and bound it around her right foot, doing the same with the other.
They set off again, her feet now somewhat protected. Still, Mandy kept falling back. She was panting exhausted within a few minutes and dragging back on the vine. Mbinga glared back in irritation, then handed the line to Cowqe.
Cowqe pulled the female on while Mbinga drifted back behind her. He picked up a light stick a foot long from the bush and began smacking it down on her round ass cheeks whenever it looked like she was lagging behind. Each whack produced a satisfying burst of speed, as well as a yelp of pain. The stick would not damage her perfect skin, for he knew that would be the main selling point of this girl, that and her tight love hole. The girl fell back again and he whipped the cane across her ass again, making her cry out and run faster.
Mandy would have wept in misery but she had no breath for it. Her chest burned and ached as she trotted along behind the natives. Every time she slowed the one behind slashed his hard stick against her behind. She yelped again as the stick descended.
She was getting dizzy and lightheaded as her pain numbed body neared the end of it's resources. No matter what Mbinga did she would have to slow down.
Mbinga slapped at her behind again, then again and again, and again, soon making the entire area red with pain and soreness. The girl kept yelping, yet did not increase speed significantly and then not at all. In fact she was slowing down further. Mbinga growled and whipped her harder.
Mandy gave a final panting gasp and fell forward into the grass. The natives halted and Mbinga came up to stand over her frowning. She would not bring such a good price if she were indeed this weak. He reached down and grabbed her by her long thick hair and jerked her up to her knees, holding her there despite her best efforts to collapse.
"It is no use. We will have to wait for her to rest." He told the others.
"But we have long to go, Mbinga."
"We can not rest this soon, else it will take us days to reach home."
"Then we must carry her." Mbinga shrugged.
"Only if we share in her price."
He frowned angrily, then tugged viciously on the vine, making the sweating girl choke briefly.
"All right then," he agreed, sullenly, all his visions of profits tainted by the weakness of this female.
Niyou and Counta chopped down a tall bamboo and skinned it quickly, as Mbinga and Contaw rebound her wrists and ankles in front of her. The pole, about eight feet long, was then thrust between her arms and legs. Mbinga and Counta took the first shift, lifting her off the ground and setting the pole on their shoulders.
They set out once again, Mandy bouncing beneath the pole, her wrists and ankles burning with pain as her weight hung suspended from them. They ignored her complaints, continuing their unhurried, ground eating pace for long hours.
Mandy gradually lost the feeling in her wrists and ankles and a numbness set in around them. Her head bounced and jerked as she moved through the grasses, her tangled hair sometimes covering her face completely. She fell in and out of consciousness, her body utterly drained by the day's events.
Then the natives cut across a miles wide grass-land. Mandy's body, carried along only a foot or so above the ground, slid through a near continuous wave of tall grasses. They slid like coarse feathers against her upper thighs and buttocks, then downward across her cunt, and down off her as she passed over them.
Her ass felt as if an endless revolving brush was rubbing across her entire nether area. Her cunt, peering out from between her legs, was especially sensitive to the continuous sliding caress of the grasses. It began to tingle at the light massage.
Slowly, with Mandy totally unaware of it, her body became aroused. Her mind, what was left conscious of it, was too caught up in her own misery to even notice. Still, her cunt soon sizzled and burned and itched with need, providing yet another source of profound aching in her young body.
The tingling grew greater and greater, the raping caress of the grasses making her ass jerk and tremble instinctively. She needed something, needed relief, needed... something... more than these light constant, endless rubbing stalks.
She moaned, then moaned louder. Her delirious body jerked and jumped on the pole. Her eyes fluttered open and closed and she whined in seeming pain. The two natives carrying her stopped, calling to their comrades. They set her down and peered at her uncertainly, wondering what was the matter.
Mbinga hurried back, glaring down at the woman and beginning to wish he'd never taken her. "What is the matter with her now?" he sighed. They pulled the pole free from her, leaving her on her back. The girl's eyes were closed and she gave no sign of the source of her pain.
"Perhaps the bindings are too tight." Niyou ventured.
Then the girl's bound hands slid downward into her crotch. Instantly her behind humped upward against her hands and her fingers pushed into her love-hole. The watching men stared in amazement.
"What is she doing?" Rayogh wondered.
Mbinga knelt beside her and pulled her hands away, jamming his own between her crotch. Again, she shot her behind upward, arching her back and moaning loudly. His hand came away sopping wet. He held it up to the others with astonishment and happiness. This sign of her heat would definitely increase her price.
"She needs a man's organ in her hole." he said.
"That is a wondrous thing indeed." Ghougumba said, shaking his head.
"Perhaps it is this way with these people." Niyou said. "Perhaps their females need a man's organ every few hours or else are in pain."
"I envy their men." Counta said, causing laughter.
"Well, I will take care of her." Mbinga said.
"I will help if you like." Niyou said.
"I am sure I can sate her fires." Mbinga replied with dignity.
He turned the girl over onto her belly and hauled her up off the ground so she was kneeling on all fours. Her arms promptly gave way and her head and shoulders sank back to the ground. Mbinga knelt behind her and brought his organ out from his loincloth.
He didn't bother to undo her wrists, but cut away the bindings on her ankles and spread her legs apart. Now her knees started to give way. His hands slid around her waist and held her steady for a moment, then, holding her with one arm, he used his other hand to place his organ against her tight and very wet love hole.
He replaced his grip on the female's waist, then thrust forward hard. The girl yowled like a kicked dog. Her head shot up and her back arched and then she shuddered all over. Before the startled Mbinga could move she began rutting furiously back against his organ, humping her ass with a bizarre desperation.
He began to respond in kind, pounding his groin against her behind with eager desire. Her love hole sucked and slurped at his organ more than any he had ever plumbed. He could not withhold his white love juice from her as his body shook and she sucked out all of his seed.
Counta moved in at once and he sheathed his own organ in her spasming love hole. He humped like a mad dog, shooting off inside her in seconds before being replaced by Niyou. He took her with long, hard thrusts that drove her from her knees.
His big hands kept hauling her back up to meet his strokes and all there saw the White female's body tremble all over once again as grunts of pleasure came from her pretty lips.
The tribesmen continued to sheath their sabers in the girl long after her body spent itself and knelt, then laid unmoving. Finally, they lifted her on the poles again and carried her a few more miles before camping for the night by a stream.
* * *
Joe had finally found where they'd come out of the river, at the communal fishing point for the long neck bands. That was some help but not much. There were over fifty separate villages on that side of the Reboogie river that made use of this spot.
He was forced to wander inland, instantly losing their trail amongst the scores of others that had wandered up and down here in the past two days. There was nothing he could do but visit each of the villages and hope that she was in one of the closer ones.
If she wasn't then he was in trouble. The further villages were much more war-like. They had to be for they vied with the Pouta tribes in that area. The Pouta tribes were extremely dangerous, especially to white men.
He moved down the trail, accompanied by his three bearers. He knew though, that they'd abandon him if they came close to the Pouta areas. None wished to be eviscerated by the angry tribes of the north.
* * *
It was night. The sound of crickets and other night insects filled the air. The tribesmen knew the insects as their friends, their guards through the night. For if ought approached the insects would cease their song to tell them of danger.
They sat quietly around their small fire, speaking in low voices. Some ate quietly, gulping down tough pieces of dried meat. In a corner, Mandy sat, propped against a tree. She was conscious now, though not greatly alert. Her wrists were bound behind the tree and her head lolled forward.
She shivered with cold for the air had chilled with the loss of light. Her dull eyes gazed bleakly around at the savages sprawled about her and she started to wonder not when, but if, she would ever return home. She wept silently, feeling immensely sorry for herself and cursing everyone and everything that had brought her to this place.
Her dreams were filled with big barbarous Black savages and their immense prongs.
The tribesmen woke before dawn and began making preparations for the continued journey. They ate lightly and relieved themselves away from the camp. Mandy was cut loose and placed on her hands and knees, then several of the tribesmen took her... casually, though with pleasure.
Her hands were bound behind her and the vine attached to her throat again. Then they all set out. Mandy's legs ached ferociously, and were unbearably stiff. But under the continued pressure of the rope around her neck, they soon heated and became more limber.
She jogged behind the natives, keeping up at first. After ten or fifteen minutes though, she began falling behind. Mbinga began lashing her behind with a cane which sped her up for a while, but finally she collapsed like the previous day and they were forced to carry her again.
The Bantu were not cruel without reason, and, not wanting to cause the woman any unnecessary pain, stopped and took her at regular intervals. They were pleased that this seemed to work so well.
Several hours into their journey the Bantu slowed, becoming more cautious. They removed their bows from around their shoulders and held arrows to them as they moved through the grass. Their voices became mere whispers as they moved along.
Mandy hardly noticed this however as she had become numbed by the long journey and repeated rapes. Every portion of her anatomy ached terribly and her brain reeled with despair.
Early that evening, they finally came into the tribe's territory. The men hailed guards and minutes later, jogged into the brightly lit village. Mandy was set down with the other parcels and packages as the men greeted wives and comrades.
She looked around dully, then became more alert. After two days naked in the company of the small hunting group she'd become accustomed to it. Now though, scores of men women and children crowded around, all chattering gaily and staring at her.
She covered her nudity as best she could, her skin reddening in humiliation. A number of the people were pointing at her and chattering. A small child rushed forward and poked her with a stick before being chased away by Mbinga.
She was carried into a hut and deposited on the dirt floor. There she waited in the dark for some time before a native woman, a fat thing with huge hanging breasts and a kind of skirt around her waist, came in and shoved a bowl of some unidentifiable substance into her hands.
She looked at it worriedly and the woman made eating sounds and lifted her hands in an obvious pantomime that Mandy should eat the stuff. It was hard to see it in the dark of the hut but it smelled good. She brought it to her lips and began to slurp it down.
Satisfied, the woman left. Mandy finished the stuff, which was surprisingly filling, and rolled onto her side, eventually falling asleep.
* * *
"I tell you it isn't that dangerous." Joe glared.
"No go, Boss man. No go," the man shook his head firmly. Joe sighed and nodded. It would be pointless to try and argue any more. The man dumped his things and started back down the trail.
He picked up the necessities, including his 30-30 with the scope and the little Uzi submachine gun, neither of which he hoped he'd need. He loaded on extra ammo and rations, a change of clothes and a few other things, then started uphill.
Within minutes he'd left the impaled skull that had been left as a warning far behind. He found himself panting and cursed under his breath, trying to ease the sound of his breathing.
He reached the top and started along a very faint trail, hoping he didn't run into the fellows who'd made it. Out in this part of the jungle the Bantu, just like the Pouta, would kill anyone they ran across before even stopping to see who it was.
He made decent time the first several hours, but then had to slow down to move more quietly. Every now and then he stopped when he heard some unidentified noise, then moved forward more carefully. By nightfall he'd made only a half dozen miles.
He climbed a tall tree and tied himself to a branch, spending an uneasy night up there. When he got that little bitch back, she was gonna owe him a good hard ride, that was for sure.
* * *
The animals wakened with the brightening sky and so did the tribesmen and women. The little village bustled with movement as the women hurried out to take care of the animals and cook the morning meal. Mandy was visited once more by the big fat faced woman who gave her some gooey substance on a thick chunk of leaves and insisted she eat it.
That done, her hands and legs were untied and the big woman hauled her out of the hut and through the early morning bustle. Mandy tried to cover her nudity with her hands but the big woman had a hold of her left so she only had her right, which she held over her right breast, her hand in front of her pussy.
She was led down to a stream where several other big women waited. The big woman with her waded out into the stream, dragging Mandy behind her. When they were waist deep, she shoved down on Mandy's head, submersing her in the water.
Mandy surfaced with a spray of water, coughing the water out of her mouth. Three women surrounded her and began to rub at her body with coarse weeds. She protested weakly, trying to draw away but they treated her as if she were a baby that needed washing, and did so.
The weeds were coated with a soapy goo they'd made and soon had her skin tingling and stinging as they rasped roughly across. They soaped up her hair and face and between her legs without a trace of bother at touching another woman's private parts.
When they were finished they dunked her underwater several times and then hauled her ashore. The first big woman led the sputtering teenager up the low hill to the village and then sat her down on a small stool out-side a hut.
A coarse comb soon ran through her hair as the woman brought the tangled mess to semblance of order. A chastened Mandy bore the pulling of the comb bravely, hardly yelling at all. When it was done the woman beamed at her, pointed a finger at her and said something, which Mandy took to mean, "Wait here."
She sat there wet and naked, holding her arms across her chest and her legs tight together, for almost an hour. Then Mbinga came for her. He pulled her to her feet and then walked around, inspecting her. He nodded, pleased, for the journey had left no mark on her flawless skin.
He pulled her by the arm out into the center of the village. Mandy had no choice but to go along. In the center of the village was a round platform of sorts. It was made of wood and about a foot high. In the middle of it were two thick poles, placed several feet apart.
Each was over eight feet tall, and a third, horizontal pole was lashed across their tops forming a crude frame. This frame was usually used to hang especially big animals that a brace hunter had killed, so the tribe could admire them.
Now it was Mandy that was lashed between the poles. Her arms were pulled high above her and tied to either pole so that she was standing absolutely erect. Then, despite her abject protests, her legs were also pulled apart and lashed to the poles.
She was thus bound very tightly in the shape of an X, and left there. Mbinga wanted her displayed in such a way that she could be easily examined. Crowds of village people came close and examined her as Mbinga called out to them that she would be sold in one half hour.
The people were amazed at her strange hair coloring, though Mbinga allayed their fears by assuring them that if she ever was a witch, she couldn't be now. He also confided to them about her especially tight love hole, and stroked her skin as he pointed out how perfect and unblemished it was.
Numerous villagers came up next to her and slid their hands over her body, marveling at it's smooth soft texture and pale ivory tone. Prospective buyers squeezed her breasts and felt between her legs, making sure all her parts were intact. Several also forced her mouth open and inspected her teeth.
Mandy gazed around in terror and humiliation. This was worse than her worse nightmare ever had been. She bit her tongue and moaned as men and women of all ages crowded up against her naked body, fondling and caressing her.
She was afraid she was going to be subjected to some kind of mass rape and was horrified at the number, and looks of the people who might do it. She yelped as a big woman stuffed her thick fat finger up inside Mandy's asshole, searching for signs of bleeding.
Never could she have imagined being so utterly degraded and abased. She wept in shame as more and more of them crowded around her, their eyes sliding excitedly over her nude form, their voices cackling in her ears.
After the hour was up, Mbinga began to take offers for the female. Initially, the bids were low, as she was on the skinny side. However, when he described how hot and tight she was inside, and how her race seemed to need sex regularly, there was considerably more interest.
Instead of pigs, goats were offered, along with several spears and bows. He began to think he might well profit from the weak white female, even after splitting the cut with his hunting comrades. Then a truly deep voice spoke up from the rear of the crowd.
Lunga had no need to push his way to the front. At seven feet tall, he could easily see over everyone else's head. His thick, powerfully muscled frame stood on two tree trunk sized legs that could almost outrun an elephant. Indeed, when Lunga ran, the ground rumbled like an elephant was passing.
Lunga, in fact, meant elephant in Bantu, for at birth he had been so enormous that his mother had barely survived his parting and her love hole was never the same. He was easily the strongest man in the village, able to lift a water buffalo.
"Three goats." he offered. It was a wonderful offer, but then Lunga was the wealthiest man in the village, other than the chief. His hunting skills were extraordinary. No one sought to top his offer and Mbinga clapped his hands, signaling the end of the bidding.
The crowd parted before Lunga who tromped up to the girl hanging on the frame and examined her with interest. Beside him were his two wives, Churla and Gumne, both weighed in at over two hundred pounds and both were shaking their heads at their man's foolishness.
"She will provide you with many satisfying rides, Lunga," Mbinga said. If she doesn't split apart, he silently added. Lunga was a man of few words. He nodded with a low rumbling grunt. He slid his huge hand onto the girl's front, covering her entire belly easily.
"Soft," he grunted.
"She's weak and small," Churla sighed.
"Will get stronger."
"But no bigger. She looks fully grown, if skinny."
"Feed." Lunga said.
"We'll have to feed her a cow." Gumne sniffed.
Lunga paid them no heed, as was the way of men with women in the Bantu. He reached down and tugged on the vines holding her ankles, snapping them like seaweed. Then he pulled on the vines holding her wrists to the poles and she came free, dropping into his massive arms. She gazed at him in shock, her small white body held against him like a child against her mother.
Lunga held one hand under her behind and walked back to his hut with her, his two wives trailing behind and still shaking their heads.
He carried the white female into the hut and put her down on the floor, where she nearly collapsed from weakness. Then he turned to his two wives and grunted a demand that she be prepared for him for later. He picked up his spear then and moved out, going off to hunt.
Churla and Ghumne gazed down at the skinny female in disgust, then sighed and set to work. They cut the remains of the vines off her wrists and ankles and then sat her back against the side of the hut. Churla brewed up some special medicine that the clan long knew was a powerful aphrodisiac.
It was not for Lunga of course, since both wives knew of his enormous sexual drive and hunger. No, Lunga's partner would need the brew to fortify her, to convince her body to respond with all the necessary actions that would minimize the trauma involved with mating with Lunga.
Lunga was not named after an elephant merely because of his body's size, but because of his "trunk," as the Bantu laughingly called it. His male organ was a source of much pride to he and his wives, being far larger than any other man in the village possessed.
It was, had the Bantu any such measuring devices, well over a foot long and six inches around, making it somewhat thinner than a baseball bat. Many awed comments were made about it on the occasions when he was nude, such as the ceremonial potency dance.
When erect it became as hard as the hardest iron and both wives had cause to worry about whether this small framed white female would survive her first introduction to it.
CHAPTER FOUR
Joe knelt behind a large coconut tree as the group of Pounta warriors moved past. He held the Uzi in his hands, almost not breathing until they had passed. An encounter now would have made it extremely difficult to continue the search, to say nothing of the danger to his skin.
He heaved a sigh of relief when they'd passed, then lowered the gun. Just as he did an arrow thunked into the tree next to his head. He dove flat and rolled, hearing several other arrows zipping past him as he rolled behind a bush and pair of trees.
He peered through the bush, seeing nothing. Looking back at the tree, he could see the direction the arrows had come from, just behind that set of trees there, he decided. Then one of the bushes shook and he fired an entire clip into the area, shaking the gun from side to side to spread out the impact area.
As soon as the clip was empty he jumped to his feet and raced back the way he'd come along the trail. There were no sounds behind him. Even if he'd hit one of the natives and not killed him the man would not have made a sound.
After thirty seconds, he turned and jumped as far as he could off the trail, landing and rolling. Then he began crawling as fast as he could without making noise. He clutched the reloaded Uzi to his chest as he moved as far from the trail as possible.
Once out of sight of it, he jumped to his feet and struck out at an angle, moving swiftly, but quietly. Nobody could outrun the natives of this area, so his only hope lay in silence, in them not knowing exactly where he was.
He cursed furiously as he moved. He was reasonably sure he'd killed a few of the Pounta, if that was indeed them in the bushes, and that meant they'd never stop tracking him. This was going to make it damned hard to find that girl, unless he brought an army back here.
He heard no movement behind him, but he knew better than to take heart in that. The Pounta wouldn't make any noise. His little jump off the trail wouldn't fool them for more than a minute, and despite his precautions as he moved, they would find his trail very soon.
He moved between a pair of tall trees, then stopped. He quickly reached back and pulled a thin spool of fishing line from his pack, tying it and then stringing it around one of the trees, through the bushes and around the other tree trunk. He attached a grenade to either end and then raced away, knowing they couldn't be far behind now.
He was right, less than thirty seconds after he started running there was a loud double explosion behind him. He smiled grimly. If they hadn't heard him running, they might have been watching the ground more carefully. Now they'd have to slow down considerably to avoid any similar traps he left.
That gave him time, which was what he really needed. He was no slouch at losing pursuit, and given enough space between him and his pursuers he was reasonably sure he'd be able to lose them. The trouble was he was heading directly away from the Bantu villages and towards the Pounta.
* * *
Mandy wrinkled her face and pushed away the bowl but the old fat woman insisted, pushing it back at her again. She'd already drank a bowl of the foul smelling stuff and didn't want any more, but couldn't seem to get that across to the big woman.
The heat and smell of the first bowl was already making her sick. Her chest felt on fire and her stomach rumbled. Nevertheless, she began sipping on the bowl, thinking forlornly about the cases of spring water in the jeeps they'd brought.
Only after she finished the terrible stuff did the old woman let go her hold on the bowl. She looked at Mandy curiously, her fat hand feeling Mandy's belly, then her chest, between her breasts, then her forehead. She nodded then moved away, saying something to the other fat woman.
The two of them picked up another pot of something. Mandy groaned, praying it wasn't something else she had to eat. She didn't think she could keep anything else down. Her stomach was feeling more quivery and unsettled by the minute.
But they didn't hold the bowl near her face, instead they turned her over onto her hands and knees, pushing her down and holding her there, though she didn't resist. One of the fat women took a handful of thick goo that looked like a kind of dark honey or molasses, and rubbed it against Mandy's crotch.
Mandy was startled, but didn't move away. The fat woman rubbed her hand up and down Mandy's pubic mound for a few seconds, then slowly thrust a finger in between Mandy's pussy lips. Mandy tried to move away, but the other fat woman snapped something angrily and Mandy trembled but held still.
The finger inside her pushed deep into her cunt tunnel, then wriggled around, pressing first one side, then another, then another, then another. It withdrew, then slid in again. It withdrew, and then two fingers were thrust into her.
Mandy could feel her pussy oily and wet with the greasy slime she'd put on her cuntmound. The two fingers pressed against opposite sides of her pussylips and opened her up. Now two more fingers, then three more were placed against her pussy mouth, all holding her cunt wide open.
She whimpered in pain as the first fat woman held her cunt wide open. The second fat woman slapped heaping handfuls of that smelly oozing molasses stuff against her, then began to thrust several fingers into her pussy, rubbing the stuff into her good.
Mandy had no idea why they were doing that, in fact, she was finding it increasingly hard to think anything coherently. Her brain was in a strange muddle and she didn't know why. Suddenly, she giggled, then stopped, amused at nothing in particular.
The woman behind her continued to rub her fingers in and out of her pussy tunnel. The second woman let her cuntlips go and they closed tightly around the second woman's three fingers, which continued to slide in and out of her cunt tunnel.
Churla pulled her fingers free from the white girl's love tunnel and stood up, wiping her fingers off on her skirt. She accepted a drink of retgha from Ghumne and watched the still kneeling girl. Beneath her legs, as if she had released it from her bowels, was a wet pile of Churla's brew. More continued to dribble out from her love hole now that it was closed.
That was all right. Lunga would not be happy if the girl was a mess down there. Churla gave her love hole a few minutes to push out the excess liquid, then moved back to her. By this time, the girl was humming softly and moving her head from side to side like an imbecile.
Churla led her a few feet away from the pile of liquid, then knelt beside her once again. She wiped the girl's crotch dry, then began to rub her finger up and down the little pink slit. She found the centerpiece of woman's enjoyment, up at the top of the lovehole, and began to manipulate it carefully.
Churla had done this a number of times before, always with new virgin wives. Normally the Bantu girl's married as soon as they began menstruating, and as such the girl's were often of small size compared with the men. The men married only when they were old enough to pay the bride price to the girl's father.
The girl's humming became more highly pitched as Churla worked on her love button. The girl's behind began to push back against Churla's rubbing fingers. That was good. Churla knew that the girl's own love hole would not be manufacturing it's own grease to ease Lunga's passage.
She kept rubbing the little button though and the girl pumped her behind out at her with more vigor. Churla stopped then, though the girl continued to rut her ass backwards for several seconds. Churla waited a time, then began to rub the little button again.
By the time Lunga returned half an hour later, the white girl was sobbing and shaking with need. Churla had never brought a girl to such heights of need before. Were it not for the immensity of Lunga's organ she would not do so now. It was a cruel thing to do.
Though neither could understand the white girl's language, they could both recognize the pleading and begging and weeping, and felt sorry for the girl. They both knew that it was for her own good however. She would receive her reward many times over when Lunga took her.
Churla gave her trembling body a final rub, then stood up. She and Ghumne lifted the girl by the arms and carried her to a big log that was covered with a blanket. Even they could not take Lunga's massive weight upon their body and of course, no one could expect this slight creature to do so.
They set her belly down, across the log. It was almost too high for the girl's knees to touch the ground, though she was not a short girl. They balanced her carefully, with her top draped down one side and her ass sticking up in the air.
Each pulled a leg apart, opening up what was now a steaming volcanic pit in the girl's crotch. Lunga nodded with a grunt and the two moved aside.
Lunga stripped off his weapons and loincloth, standing there naked. He smiled happily as he looked down at the trembling white buttocks looking up at him. His hand went to his manhood, which was already at half erection. Fat fingers shucked up and down as he knelt behind the girl.
Very quickly, his manhood rose up between his legs until it was pointing straight out towards the girl's gleaming moist pussy mouth. Lunga looked at her smoothly rounded ass cheeks with interest, dropping his big leathery hands on them and kneading the soft white flesh.
He grumbled with pleasure, then took his right hand off to fold it around his thick penis. He pushed the uncircumcised head against the opening to the girl's love hole and slowly pushed forward. At first, her love hole flatly refused to open before his blunt nosed organ.
He was a warrior however and used to challenges and adversity. He pushed harder, then harder still. Slowly his organ began to sink into the incredible tightness between the girl's legs. As he did, she whined and mewled and shook her body atop the log.
Mandy was dazed and unhappy. She didn't know what was going on, but her body felt tense and wet and itchy. The itch was most pronounced between her legs, being so itchy and tingly that she kept trying to touch and scratch it. The women wouldn't let her though.
The strangeness in her belly grew and grew and she began to whine, then suddenly, she felt something push firmly against her cunt opening. She mewled with pleasure for firm pressure was what she instinctively knew she needed to gain the release that would satisfy her belly.
The firmness became greater and greater, and she felt a pain, almost a tearing between her legs. She whimpered in pain, trying to draw away, but was held in a grip of iron. The pressure mounted and she felt her pussy lips being forced unnaturally wide around something.
She kept trying to crawl up over the log and escape but couldn't move an inch. Her pussy lips continued to open, to spread as some massive thing pushed against her. She felt it stab into her body, prying open the front of her cunt tunnel as it drove into her.
Her elastic cunt spread wider than ever it had before, the silky flesh of the tube straining to absorb the giant girth of the object pushing into it. Thick gobs of grease and girl juice eased the way as the huge cock pushed deeper, a full three inches inside her now and spreading her cunt wide, splitting her cheeks and body.
Lunga threw his hips forward and the girl screamed in pain as three more inches jammed into her small white belly. She was even tighter than Mbinga had said. He sweated, not with the effort but with the tremendous pressure being exerted on the front of his manhood.
He pulled back an inch, then thrust forward, jamming three more inches into her belly. He grumbled, the sound like a lion, then drew back two more inches. He lunged forward, his bloated organ stabbing in several more inches.
Mandy trembled in shock, sure she was being killed. Her entire lower body felt grossly swollen around some massive log that had been forced up into her. She hugged the log, her fingers white as she felt the log press even deeper inside her.
She felt it's end crushing up against her cervix with tremendous force. Her belly ached and screamed, cramps rolling through it as her organs were forced apart. Even her pubic bones were slowly forced wider, as if she were in childbirth.
Still the pressure continued as more and more of the log was red into her overstuffed fuck tunnel. She gritted her teeth and closed her eyes, waiting for the feeling of blood gushing from her crotch.
Then the thing jammed even deeper, seeming to push right up into her stomach. She almost threw up, gagging as the thing forced it's way up the length of her body. She wondered, dazedly, if it would actually go up through her chest and into her brain.
But it moved no further. It held within her, unmoving. She trembled around it, and felt it throb within her body. She wondered what kind of a log or weapon they had used that it should seem to breath with a life of it's own.
Lunga rubbed his hands over the white woman's widely parted buttocks. At last, the entire length of his manhood lay within her. His fat, heavy balls, the size of tennis balls, hung low beneath his crotch, resting against the side of the log as his manhood shaft lay enfolded in the fiery heat and crushing embrace of this white girl's love tunnel.
He waited patiently, knowing he must. Churla had been only thirteen when he'd first taken her, and no bigger than this. Ghumne had been the same age. He knew that the woman beneath him was older than they had been, though not quite as large as them at their first use.
He slowly pulled his manhood back, retreating only a few inches for fear that the entire tunnel would collapse behind him. He pushed forward again, then retreated. Slowly he built up his speed as her muscles surrendered beneath his immensity.
Certain now, that the girl would survive Lunga's lovemaking, Churla and Ghumne left the hut to begin making the afternoon meal. Lunga humped faster and faster into the girl's love hole, his hands now moving more freely across her wonderfully soft skin.
Mandy could hardly believe she was still alive. The thing that had pushed into her cunt was now moving in and out, fucking her like a cock. Wearily, she pulled her head up and turned around to gaze behind her. There was a black giant behind her and he actually was fucking her!
She stared with disbelief at the size of his massive prick as it moved in and out of her body. She could hardly believe her cunt had managed to absorb something that size without splitting wide open. There was no sign of blood, though his cock was completely black and would have made that difficult to spot.
Weakly, her head fell back and she groaned as the giant fucking her picked up the pace. His enormous cock was thudding down into the end of her cunt-pit with tremendous force, causing her pain. It felt like there was a fist repeatedly punching her deep inside her body.
Her cunt tunnel, so widely stretched, felt like it was being rasped by sandpaper as the fat fuck stick drove in and out. Every hair on Lunga's shaft cut along the super taut skin of her rubber cunt tunnel. The pain, however, began to ease, partly because her cunt had somewhat adjusted, but mostly because her muscles had given up and were no longer functioning.
She felt the repeated impact, not just of the giant's cock tip against her cervix, but of his heavy belly and hips against her ass and thighs. The impact was hard enough to bruise her painfully, but there was nothing she could do to stop it. In fact, the power of his thrusting grew.
Now though, without the agony she had first experienced, her body's previous sexual arousal began to reassert itself. Her clitty was being buzzed furiously by the thickness of the cock driving over it, her cunt was being plowed, skewered.
Her belly, already cramping and fluttering with the deep and thick penetration, resumed it's sensuous dance as her already dazed mind suffered under new assaults of feverish need. Her body shook, trembled. Already it was jerking and humping as the giant cock threw it forward and pulled it back, but it increased it's movement.
Then a minor orgasm swept through her, leaving her breathless. Rather than calm her body down it merely stoked the fires higher. She was burning up with sexual fever, her body bubbling and boiling as her nerve endings twisted and quivered.
A second orgasm hit her, wrenching her reality and making her cry out at it's sudden shocking force. Her body shook and trembled, and her ass actually pushed back against the monster prong fucking her. Again, she clutched the log, now holding it as a child caught in a whirlwind, seeking an anchor to reality.
Her body convulsed and she howled in torment and delight. A fireball of sexual ecstasy exploded in her lower belly, sending hot steaming streamers shooting out into her body. She was being royally fucked, and in the dim recesses of her mind knew it.
The giant's fingers hauled her upwards, lifting her off the log and carrying her across the floor to a bed of straw. She was dropped back down onto her knees again, and the reaming continued, with even more force. Now the huge fingers, which totally encircled her belly, hauled her back against the fuck-pole rutting her.
Her body was jerked back and forth like a rag doll, her head flying up and down with the sudden changes in direction, her breasts whipping back and forth. Spit drooled out of her gaping mouth as she stared at multi colored lights bursting before her eyes.
She came again, her entire body seared by a supernova, blasting through her. Sexual electricity ripped up and down her spine, causing muscle convulsions. Her back arched back, then began to bounce up and down wildly.
Something huge and hard and heavy was slamming into her buttocks with terrible force, but the feeling was hardly noticeable beneath the impaling power of the mighty cock within her. Giant fingers like sausages whipped around her breasts then squeezed them with an awful force, making her screech in response.
Her chest exploded with agony and ecstasy, her breasts burning and throbbing and rippling with sexual electricity. Fat fingers caught her nipples and twisted them, pulled them downwards, distorting her breasts. The nipples were stretched out a full two inches from her titties, almost touching the ground beneath her.
Then she came again, the top of her head blowing off as her body flailed and writhed and danced in madness. Her head lashed from side to side and her entire nervous system screamed and flared out. Then, just before she lost consciousness, she felt an immense flood of liquids gushing into her belly. She knew it was her blood and that she had just died, but she died happily.
Lunga felt his seed shooting into the white girl in great fat heaping wads of shiny white potency. Her body collapsed after a final wailing shriek as he emptied himself into her. He gave a satisfied sigh, and pulled his fingers from around her waist.
Her arms collapsed, dropping her head and chest down onto the ground. Her knees slipped apart and her ass slowly sank down, her cunt sliding over his softening cock before finally pulling free and dropping her flat on the dirt. Thick gobs of white sperm dribbled out of the still open love hole, but Lunga knew enough had been pumped into her to do the job.
* * *
Joe giggled weakly as the sound of the distant explosion echoed through the jungle. He'd started laying false trails hours ago, finally creating enough of a gap between him and his pursuers to plant the thin wire, then double far back, climb a tree and climb and jump from branch to branch through the densely packed growth for a hundred yards.
The explosion signaled the Pounta had found the end of his trail miles distant and heading in the opposite direction. Now, unless he hit bad luck, he was safe, at least from that group. He rested his weary frame for a half hour, then rose and began making his way back north. By darkness he'd recovered most of the ground he'd lost during the morning's pursuit. He slept in a tree, then continued at dawn, leaving that particular tribe's boundary a few hours later. He reached the first of the Bantu villages, and after a nervous few minutes, was welcomed generously enough.
He had lunch with the village chieftain, who professed no knowledge about a white skinned female in this area and looked at Joe like he was crazy when the white guide tried to explain what the color pink was.
Joe managed to gain a guide further north, to the Clantae village a dozen miles away, reaching there by nightfall. The girl wasn't there either, much to his disgust and weariness. He decided to camp there for the night.
Around the fire, he told the chief of his trouble with the Pounta and how he'd escaped them. The chief and his warriors howled with laughter as he described the Pounta being blown up by his explosive boobie traps. The chief called him "Loitiiea", which meant roughly, tiger-man, and presented him with one of his daughters for the night.
The girl, a young thing who's body still bore the slimness of girlhood, but also the wide hips and rounded breasts of womanhood, giggled at the sight of his reddened prick. Her body was a gleaming, shiny black in the dim light as he slowly caressed her body.
Her small brown nipples tasted of smoky meat as he suckled gently. His tongue slid downward along her belly and then in between her legs. She allowed him to part her thighs, glancing in astonishment as his tongue began to move up and down her slit.
He slid a finger inside her, and began to pump it in and out as his tongue found and began to slid back and forth across her clit. She was extremely curious as well as wary, but relaxed completely when the pleasure began to course through her body.
She whimpered, murmuring in wonderment as her body steamed with sexual heat. The Bantu were hardly the world's greatest lovers. The men simply drove it in and humped for a couple of minutes until they came. Orgasm was not totally unknown among women, but seldom happened in actual sex. As for masturbation, it was technically forbidden to women, though the older ones all did it from time to time. This girl, though, seemed not to have practiced it. Her eyes were wide with excitement and bewildered pleasure as Joe's tongue whipped back and forth across her clit.
Then her back arched. "Ooooooooohhhhhhh!" she gasped, pushing her small cunt up against his face. His fingers slid in and out of the little pink slit as his tongue writhed against her.
When she stopped shaking, he climbed up the length of her body and drove his cock into her tight pink hole. She threw her arms around him and kissed him, their lips meeting wetly and forcefully. His hands went under her ass and jerked her up against him as he began to pump into her with excited speed.
Then he came, his cock spewing out his jism as she writhed in pleasure under him. He sucked hard on her nipples, his hands fondling her ass as he humped continuously into her pink hole.
* * *
Mandy was awakened by Lunga's wives, who slapped her face and tossed water on her to bring her to consciousness. Churla rubbed her hand against Mandy's cunt gently, smiling in sympathy and saying something Mandy couldn't understand.
They helped the teenager to her feet and walked her outside into the sun, sitting her down on the ground as they sat on low stools beside her. They began sewing hides together, making a skirt for someone. Mandy tried to sit, but couldn't do it comfortably. Her behind and cunt hurt too much when she put pressure on them.
One of the women said something to the other, and they both looked at Mandy and laughed. She flushed in embarrassment. Then one of them got up and picked up a basket of some dirty clothing and pulled on Mandy's arm.
Naked, she followed the woman down the path to the stream, where the woman dumped the basket, then picked up a sarong. She brought it over to a rock and dumped it into the water, then started rubbing it on the rock. She motioned to Mandy, who stood beside her watching.
Then she moved away and pushed Mandy towards the thing, obviously wanting her to do it. She sighed and began rubbing the thing against the rock as the woman stood by and watched in satisfaction. The woman produced another wad of leafy gooey stuff, like they women had used to clean Mandy earlier.
She rubbed it against the cloth and signaled Mandy to keep rubbing it as she watched. There were several other rocks and the other woman began to clean clothes on one, as Mandy cleaned them on the other.
After about an hour, she found herself wondering why these people didn't get a washing machine, then smiled at her own foolishness. The fat woman saw her smile and smiled back, saying something happily.
Mandy followed her back into the camp, looking around more carefully than she had before. She noted that there were several nude people in the camp besides herself. Most were women, but a couple were men. She guessed that these too were prisoners of some sort.
In fact, they were slaves, as she was. But the word slave simply hadn't entered her mind yet. She still thought of herself as a prisoner, that was all. The fat women taught her how to pound meet with a rock, for what purpose she didn't know, and had her stirring a deep smelly pot of something.
After that, she was made to sweep out the hut with a rough broom thing, then carried in fresh straw from a pile under a lean-to. The giant man came into the hut just then. He pushed her down onto her knees and knelt behind her.
Mandy whined in anxious worry and tensed up. He pulled her legs apart and then slowly forced his huge organ into her body again, pounding furiously against her until she cried out and collapsed with exhaustion. Then he poured a load of hot cum into her and left.
She was given more clothing to wash, then a small bowl of goop to eat for lunch, after which she had to follow a girl of about ten to a small pasture where there were goats. The girl showed her how to milk the goats, and despite her revulsion, Mandy had had to sit down and begin to fondle the thing's teats, sending milk shooting into a wood barrel.
By dinner, she was exhausted. She had to keep working though, as the two fat women, their numerous children and the giant man who'd raped her, all ate.
When they had finished, she was given a bowl of the same sludge she'd eaten before, along with a bowl containing the scraps from their own meal. She looked at it in surprise and disgust, but she was ravenous after working all day and had no choice but to eat the partly burned, partly undercooked, cold meat. In fact, she wolfed it down quickly, mildly surprised that she could even force it into her mouth.
Shortly after that, one of the fat ladies led her across the village to a small hut. This one was much more strongly built than others, and had a door of sorts, made of strong young tree branches lashed together. She was pushed inside and the thing closed behind her.
Churla pushed the bolt into place across the slave shack and gave a sigh of relief. Now she could go back to her hut and get some sleep. She glanced behind her as she walked away, hoping the white girl would be all right in there.
Normally, slave women slept in their owner's hut. Only slave men were kept in the strongly locked little shack. However, out of kindness for her body's needs, they had put her in with the two slave men. She had only been taken twice during the day and they worried that that was not enough.
Lunga's huge girth could not be used by her always though. After all, Churla and Ghumne needed it's use as well. From Mbinga's description, the girl needed to be used many times a day, and Churla was confident the slave men would see to her needs.
CHAPTER FIVE
Joe bid farewell to the Claintu village and headed east towards the Minta clan village thirty kilometers away. Again, he was accompanied by a guide, a thin, grinning teenager who moved along far too cockily for Joe's comfort.
Close to the village, okay, but after half a dozen kilometers he began to worry if the boy might be showing off in a rather dangerous way. He had to continuously shush the boy as he insisted on talking in overly loud whispers.
It was more in resignation, then in surprise then, that he saw a blur next to him and then watched a spear pin the boy to a tree. The boy was looking at it in astonishment as several more spears chunked into the ground and bush around him.
Joe dove behind another tree, then edged around towards where the spears were coming from. There was no sign of movement and no sound from whoever had fired the arrow. He knew the general direction and that was all. Then the bushes suddenly jerked apart and a dozen screaming Pounta warriors raced forward.
Joe brought the Uzi up and sprayed bullets towards them, felling several, then he swung the butt around to knock aside a stabbing spear, kicking the man in the crotch and shooting two others as they approached from the other side.
He shot the first warrior then, jumping atop a low hill and firing wildly behind him. Half a dozen feet away another warrior slammed his spear deep into the Bantu boy's belly.
Joe raced through the bush, reloading as he dodged spears. He kept spraying the gun behind him as he ran, forcing the pursuing warriors to dive to cover. Then a long flying spear caught him in the side, bowling him over.
The surge of adrenalin he was riding allowed him to jerk it out, almost screaming as blood welled from the wound. He tore a spare shirt from his pack and wadded it up, pressing it against the hole, then getting up and staggering off.
Most of the warriors were dead behind him, and he shot two more who wouldn't quit before he left the last of them behind. He managed to stop finally, and pull bandages and disinfectants from his pack, carefully bandaging the wound before falling unconscious.
* * *
Mandy couldn't see anything in the darkened hut, but then she heard, and sensed movement. She was standing with her back against the door and she pushed against it worriedly. It failed to budge. There was some light in the hut from barred windows high up, but there was nothing to see.
Then something moved into a section of light. She heaved a sigh of relief. It was only a man. Two men, she corrected herself. Both tall and black, and looking at her with astonishment on their faces. One of them said something to the other.
Mandy was surprised at the words, for she thought she'd come to recognize the sing-song language of the people who'd captured her and this was different. The men moved closer, and she saw that they were naked. They must be prisoners like her, of course, she chided herself.
"Who are you?" she asked, hoping they would speak English.
They looked back blankly.
"My name is Mandy." She patted her chest. "Mandy."
"What does she say?" Craw asked.
"I do not speak her language." Sno replied.
"Why is she here?"
"Why would I know?"
"It has been long since I have had a woman."
"You may never have another if her master catches you."
"Why would they put her in here if not as a reward to us?"
"I do not know all the ways of the Bantu. Perhaps it is a test."
"If so, I intend to pass it," Craw said, a long smile appearing on his face as his eyes slid up and down the light skinned female standing before him.
"They may kill you."
"I am tired of this anyway. At least my member will enjoy itself before I die." He reached for the female and drew her in close to him, his hands running up and down her body. Her skin was amazingly soft and smooth.
"I have never taken a white woman before." he breathed.
Mandy had no idea what the two were talking about. It was plain what the first one wanted however, when his hand began to caress her breasts. She stood acquiescently as his hands roamed her lithe body, sliding down between her legs to cup her pubic mound firmly.
The man looked at her, as if wondering what she would do. Mandy looked back blankly. She had no idea of the low status these men held, and was afraid to resist in any way. What was the point, anyway?
The man pushed her down on her back on a pile of straw and lay down on top of her. She spread her legs resignedly and felt his hardness press against her belly. His mouth slurped around her right nipple and his teeth chewed lightly. She winced, for his teeth were odd and sharp.
Then she grunted a she felt his cock pushed into her pussy hole. Her sore pussy lips spread and his member pushed into her. Her cunt adjusted quickly, despite her lack of sexual excitement. Perhaps the long fat cock of the giant had loosened her cunt forever.
She grunted in disgust as the man's mouth came down on hers, his lips rubbing forcefully, and his tongue sliding into her own mouth. His hands were all over her, like mad, uncontrolled animals, they were fast and rough as they moved from place to place, squeezing and fondling her.
His hands slid under her then, cupping her ass cheeks as he began to stroke into her. Like most of the natives she'd been raped by, he had not a trace of expertise, at least as she'd come to know it. There was no gentleness in his fucking, instead it was a harsh, fast, brutal fucking.
He humped furiously into her, his cock slicing in and out of her pained body. His hips smashed down into hers, his pubic bone cracking against her crotch and lower belly as he rutted against her. She felt the speed of his cock burning up her cunt, sending pain shooting into her belly, but knew she could do nothing about it.
His breathing became faster and faster as his excitement mounted. His cock pumped brutally, his body hammering down into the slim white girl. Mandy's ass was bouncing up and down on the ground, in the grip of the man's iron fingers.
He jerked her groin up to meet his brutal downward thrusts, sending his cock shooting down her fuck tunnel with powerful force. He began grunting with the effort as he humped against her. The tiny shack resounded with his gasps and grunts, and the wet slapping sound of his body coming against hers.
His cock pistoned back and forth inside Mandy with incredible speed, and her body was hammered repeatedly by the brutal pounding of his groin into her thighs and crotch. His lips were bruisingly demanding as they roved hungrily against her.
They moved all along her throat, stopping every few inches. Wherever they stopped his sharply pointed teeth came out and nipped her tender flesh repeatedly. He gripped her twin mammary mounds and squeezed them up and together, then rubbed his face back and forth across them.
His hands seized her head firmly and pressed his lips against hers, his tongue wriggling around in her mouth as his breath was forced into her and then sucked back out. He ground his hips into her, his prong buried deep in her silky fuck tunnel.
Mandy moaned, her body becoming aroused despite her unhappiness. All her resistance to fucking had been broken down in the past days. She was no longer embarrassed or even bothered much by strange men taking her without her leave and consent.
Her body, without the resistance of her mind, responded as a woman's body will, her clit, repeatedly hammered, rubbed and sawed by the man's cock and belly, send hot quivering blasts of sexual bliss through her belly.
Her pussy, stuffed and pumped, sent it's own steamy message of enjoyment. Her breasts, sucked, manhandled, squeezed and kneaded, their small pink nipples chewed and bothered, became hot and swollen with sexual heat, the nipples hard and erect.
Tentatively, at first, she began to respond, to push back against his pounding fuck-tool. Her heels ground into the dirt, pushing against it as if to lift herself upward onto that plunging organ. She drew her heels up, then raised her legs into the air in short little bounces.
As the hard, savage fucking continued, she brought her legs up around the tribesman, hugging him to her as she opened her crotch to even deeper penetration. Her moans were added to his grunts as the steely cock continued its' rasping pump.
She whimpered in ecstasy as she felt his cocktip high in her belly, and ground herself harder on it. His hands came down around her ass cheeks, pulling her even tighter against his crotch as his excitement became uncontrollable.
He pounded his cock down her slimy wet cunt tunnel, his body sweating and gleaming in the moonlight coming from the window. Her fingers dug into his back, clawing at him as she began to cum. Then she threw back her head, her mouth opening in a silent gasp of delight.
Her head thrashed from side to side and her body jerked and shivered as an orgasm washed over her. All awareness disappeared as her cunt flared and exploded around the humping, pistoning organ within it. Then it pulled and sucked ferociously on the moving cock and long wet wads of sperm gushed forth.
Like oil on a blaze it sent her arousal soaring higher and higher. Her convulsions increased as her legs threatened to break him in half. She locked her arms and legs around her as she twisted and shook and brought his shuddering body into a strange, carnal dance that had them both exhausted and near unconscious within seconds.
"She gave you a good ride!" Sno said, appreciatively. "Let me use her now."
"There is much time." Craw groaned, laying flat atop an unmoving Mandy. He gave a final gasp, letting out a great breath of air, then rolled off the girl.
Sno quickly took his place.
Mandy felt another cock pushed into her cunt. She lay in a daze, half conscious. Her eyes were closed as the second man settled atop her and began to pump. She didn't move, lying spread-eagled on the straw covered ground as he eagerly pumped into her.
She slowly opened her eyes, watching the man's straining face as he humped down into her crotch-hole. She could feel his cock working it's way back and forth and could feel it was thicker, though shorter than the first man's.
She lay there, tiredly enjoying the second fuck, her cunt relaxing also at first. His mouth came against hers and she kissed him back, lightly. His hands squeezed her breasts, then his mouth lowered onto her right nipple and bit sharply. She moaned at the sudden sharp pain.
A small drop of dark appeared on the nipple, outlined in the shaft of moonlight, and the man's mouth closed around it, sucking fiercely. Mandy felt him sucking on her blood and wondered if he was some kind of cannibal. Somehow the idea excited her.
Or perhaps it was the steady sucking and chewing on her outraged nipple, or the furious rutting cock within her fuck-box. Her body began to steam with sexual heat once more and her crotch slowly began it's up and down dance against the stranger's fucking.
She felt her frame seized in the carnal embrace of sexual arousal, and once more gave herself over to it's embrace.
By morning, Mandy was an utterly exhausted wreck. For Sno and Craw had been without a woman for more than two years. They took her over and over and over again, seemingly tireless, and her body responded each time. She lost track of the orgasms that had racked her body, of the gut wrenching spasms that had torn her belly open, and the groaning gasps of pleasure she had uttered.
Unfortunately, she was hardly permitted an hour's sleep, when the fat woman came for her. She was brought back to the same hut as yesterday, given a little gruel, and then placed on her knees as the giant took her again. His huge organ had pounded into her relentlessly, finally sending her into a shrieking orgasm that dropped her unconscious to the hut floor.
She had been wakened and set to cleaning the hut, then the surrounding area. After that, many other tasks awaited her, from gutting fish, to drying meat and hides. Nor were the Bantu inconsiderate enough as to let her go without rutting.
Though the slaves were busy in the daytime, Lunga had considerately offered her favors to his friends. Every hour or so, one would show up and either push Mandy to her knees where she stood, or pull her into his hut, or just into some bushes. Then he would enter her body and fuck her furiously, usually bringing her to a churning orgasm within minutes.
By nightfall, she was barely able to walk, and practically fell onto the straw after the fat woman placed her in the shack again. The two slaves were waiting for her, though, their lust hardly sated at all by the previous night's work.
Again they took her repeatedly, one after the other, only tiring towards dawn, for they had heavy work to do in the day. Mandy's fuck tunnel was more heavily used than a Forty-Second Street hooker's, an was beginning to chafe and bleed from overuse.
Her eyes were dull, exhausted slits, and her body became whiter than ever as she slouched and slumped her way through her daily tasks. She fell asleep while milking the goats and was slapped awake by the annoyed boy tending her.
* * *
Joe woke up in the night. He felt better, the pain still there, but diminished considerably. He didn't move at first, taking in his surroundings. He was lucky some animal hadn't come upon him in the night and started eating, he thought grimly.
Slowly, he sat up, then staggered erect. His head swam, but he held still and the dizziness passed. Money ain't worth this, he thought, miserably. He sat back down again, then unwrapped his arm and looked at it. It didn't look too bad. Didn't seem infected or anything.
He carefully rewrapped it in fresh bandages and then ate some dried food from his pack. It was nourishing if tasteless and he felt considerably strengthened. Now where the fuck am I, he wondered, bleakly.
He tried to replay the events of today, especially concerning the direction he'd run. He couldn't be that far from the village, a few klicks at best. He could probably make it back by morning. How they would receive him, considering the boy who'd gone with him was dead, he wasn't sure and didn't intend to risk.
He knew the general direction of the next Bantu village, and now was probably a good time to head for it. By dawn, the Pounta would be on his trail, and he was in no condition to be running. He slid his pack over his shoulder and set off slowly.
Luckily there was a full moon out. Still, he kept careful watch on the ground as he moved, and still managed to trip a number of times. He wasn't making much progress, so concentrated instead on obliterating all trace of himself.
After several hours, he was exhausted. He found a tree and climbed upward, then settled in for a nap as the sky began to light around him.
His watch alarm woke him several hours later. He felt stiff and sore, as he always did when sleeping like this. His arm felt sore, but no worse than before, which hopefully meant it wasn't going to start turning yellow and green.
He lowered himself to the ground and set off again, this time making better time. He encountered no signs of the Pounta, and by mid-day was approaching the Bantu village. A mile from it's outskirts he was challenged by a sentry and yelled back a greeting in Bantu.
Twenty minutes later he was standing before the chief, who, like the previous one, wanted to know all about his adventures with the Pounta. He sighed quietly, realizing the necessity of the tale. It would only serve to ingratiate him with the Bantu if he told them of all the Pounta he'd killed.
Finally, he was able to get to the point and ask about Mandy.
"No. No white girls here. I have not seen a white woman since... " the chief thought carefully. "Not for many years anyhow." He finished, lamely.
"None of your people have heard of a white girl being taken by neighboring villages?" he asked, wearily.
The chief shrugged, then called out the question to those surrounding them. There was a chorus of negative responses, then one man, who had been out hunting, trotted into the village with his catch of snakes and overheard.
"You wish to know of a white woman with the Bantu?" he asked.
"You know something?" Joe asked, eagerly.
The man looked at the chief, who shrugged.
"There is a white woman at Retewq." He said.
"For how long?"
"Not long. A few days. She is very sweet to look upon, though skinny. Her hair is an odd shade."
"That sounds like her!" Joe gasped.
"Is she one of yours? She has a strange appetite."
"Strange?"
"They say she must receive a man's organ very often or else she suffers pain."
"Huh?"
"That is what they say," the man shrugged.
"Where is Retewq?"
"Not far. Only a half day's journey north."
"You can not set out now. You would arrive after dark and be shot by the sentries." The chief said. Joe looked at his watch and realized that was the truth.
"You stay with us the night. I have two lovely daughters to offer you." the Chief beamed, throwing his arms around the giggling young women as they looked shyly at Joe.
"Well now. That's right kind of you, Chief." Joe grinned.
He stayed with the girls that night, surprising himself by taking both twice. Like most of the African girls he'd had, they were astonished at his foreplay, and would probably be more than a little displeased with their next lovers.
After a hard day's march, he arrived at the environs of Retewq. As at the previous village, he was challenged and then welcomed into the village. He trotted in behind the young sentry, wading through a small stream and then climbing a low hill at the edge of a clearing.
He stopped suddenly, attracted by something moving only a few feet away. His eyes opened wide as he peered around a bush. There she was! Mandy was on her hands and knees, her legs apart and a look of satisfaction on her face. A dark skinned Bantu warrior knelt behind her, his cock plunging back and forth in her cunt.
The man felt Joe's eyes on him and looked up. He smiled and waved.
"She will be free for your use in a few moments, Stranger, should you want her."
"Uh, thank you." Joe stammered, watching the man, matter of factly return to his fucking. Mandy didn't even look up. Her eyes were closed and her jaw hung low. Her fat white breasts were swinging back and forth beneath her as she humped her ass back against the man's plunging cockstrokes.
"This way, Joe-boss." his young guide gestured. Joe took a last look at the odd scene and followed him up the path to the village. A short time later he was explaining his journey again to the local chief, stressing the many Pounta he'd killed to reach here.
In the midst of the explanation, Mandy walked past, naked, her arms laden with hides. She didn't notice him again, her shoulders slumped and her eyes on the ground.
"We did think it strange, she was out on her own." The Chief admitted, glaring at Mbinga.
"I was very close by, Chief. If your man hadn't been on a swift river, I'd have caught up long since."
"Still, the matter is out of my hands." The Chief shrugged. "You may kill Mbinga for stealing the woman, but she has been properly sold to Lunga, who bought her not knowing of any prior ownership. If you want her back, you will have to buy her from Lunga or kill him."
Joe looked at the one called Lunga without a great deal of encouragement. The guy was huge!
"I'm sure we can work something out." He said.
"That is between the two of you. For now, you are an honored guest." He gestured at the women and food was brought. Joe sat down, knowing he had to observe the amenities first.
He ate gladly, sick of dried food. During the meal, which Lunga shared, Mandy came out from a hut and Lunga called to her. He had her serve him, looking at Joe challengingly, then slapped her powerfully on the behind, setting her soft white cheeks jiggling as she moved on some errand.
After dinner, he moved quickly to Lunga, who nodded and turned, gesturing to his hut. Joe followed him across the village until the big man sat down on a rough stool in front of the hut. Joe sat down next to him as one of the man's wives brought water.
They both sipped the water, a nominal welcome to his home, then Joe settled down to business.
"I hope this skinny, weak woman has not been a burden on you, Lunga." he said.
"No. No burden at all. I have enjoyed her love-tunnel enormously. It is very tight and friendly."
"Yes. That is true. Still, she can surely not compare to your wives."
Since his wives were standing behind him, Lunga could hardly disagree.
"Being as weak as she is, she will not long survive in Retewq."
Lunga frowned and one of his wives prodded him with her fingers. "See, I told you."
"Shut up, woman."
"She is, as you can tell, of little real use in chores." Joe said, playing to the women. "She knows nothing about cooking or cleaning or any of the womanly duties."
"She gives a man a long hard ride," Lunga growled. "This is a woman's first duty."
"True. True. Still, in a very few days she will waste away until she sickens and then dies. Then all your money will be gone and you will have nothing to show for it."
"Why do you want her if she is so sickly?" Lunga demanded.
"Well, I will take her back to her people, where she will not sicken. There she will be happy and healthy once more."
"Woman. Come here!" Lunga called into the hut to the teenager. Mandy emerged a moment later and Lunga pulled her down to her knees beside him. His hands stroked her head, as if petting a dog, then cupped her milky breasts and squeezed them. "And how much will you give me for this worthless woman?" he asked.
"I hear from Mbinga that you paid two goats for her," Joe said.
Lunga frowned and glared across the village towards the man.
"This is true." He admitted.
"I do not have any animals with me, of course." Joe said. "But I do have the government paper that you can exchange for livestock with others."
Lunga nodded. He knew about money. Some of the villagers had been to the city, or to the farming towns not far south of the river.
"And how much of this paper will you give me?" he asked, stroking Mandy's breasts and belly.
"I will give you enough to purchase three goats." Joe said.
"Three goats. That is a high price for one skinny woman."
"Yes, I know. But I can see that Lunga is a great warrior, and he deserves a high price."
"My women have spent many hours training this female in woman's duties. That is now wasted," Lunga observed.
"Ahh, but three goats. Think of what you may trade for that."
"Not as much as four goats."
"Four goats! That is too high a price for this one."
"Not for a man who has come so far and been to so many villages in search of her." Lunga observed shrewdly.
"You are a very smart man, Lunga." Joe sighed. "I will have to see if I have enough money." He pulled out his wallet and carefully counted the money in there, knowing how much he had but putting on a show. Finally he sighed and looked up glumly.
"You take the very food from my mouth, Lunga," he protested.
"Ahh, but such fine skin and soft flesh is worth it," Lunga smiled, sliding his hand down between Mandy's legs and squeezing her crotch. They had been talking in Bantu, of course. Mandy had never even looked at him during the conversation, her dull eyes staring at the ground.
Now she groaned low in her throat and arched her back, pushing her crotch forward. Joe watched in disbelief as she rubbed her pussy back and forth across Lunga's motionless hand, her eyes closed.
"See how much she wants my manhood?" Lunga's teeth gleamed. "Never have I met a woman like her. In truth, it is proving time consuming to satisfy her. She gets little done since she is always on her knees."
"Then we have a deal?"
Lunga looked regretfully at Mandy, who was still humping against his hand in slow, grinding movements, her head rolling around weakly.
"I will miss the tightness of her love hole." He sighed. "But we have a deal." He spit on his hand and held it out.
Joe did the same and they shook hands.
CHAPTER SIX
Joe handed the money over to Lunga, who gave Mandy's crotch a final squeeze, then took his hand away.
"She is yours," he said, eyeing the money dubiously. He knew what it could bring, but didn't really like the stuff. He looked back at Mandy, who was still humping slightly, her own hands coming down to her crotch.
"She is in need again." he observed. "I do not envy you having to return with her on your own. Perhaps I should accompany you so you are not overly tired by her."
"I'll manage." Joe assured him.
"So you say, yet she is obviously in need here. Will you not relieve her?"
"Uhhh... "
"You may use my hut." He said, generously. He clapped his hands and one of his fat wives lifted Mandy to her feet and led her inside. Joe tried to think of a way of avoiding it, knowing the girl would probably be pissed off when she regained her senses, but couldn't find any alternative.
Where the Bantu had come to the conclusion that Mandy needed a rodding every so often, he couldn't guess, but they'd think him a poor master if he left her in pain.
He sighed and followed the girl into the hut, where the fat woman was placing her on her hands and knees. Mandy assumed the position eagerly, spreading her legs apart and raising her ass into the air. Joe's cock gave a lurch as he eyed her naked crotch and it's glistening fuck-hole.
He got to his knees behind her, his hands slowly running across her taut ass flesh. "Oh well." He said to himself. He opened his pants and drew out his bulging cock, pointing it at Mandy's cunt sheath. "Well, baby. I told you I'd ream you out after I got my hands on you. I just didn't think it would really happen so literally."
He pressed his cockhead against her tightly closed cuntlips and she moaned in response, pushing back against him. He had no idea what had happened to her mind since he'd last seen her, but figured she'd probably be seeing a shrink for the rest of her life.
He pressed his cock between her lips, forcing them open, then thrust forward, driving his cock deep into her cunt tube with a single stroke. Her chest swelled suddenly at a quick intake of breath, then she arched her back and almost purred in pleasure.
He pushed forward, jamming his cock fully into her tight, warm fuck hole until his balls rested against her. His hands slid up and down her sides, from her hips to her armpits, then up onto her shoulders. He ground himself into her, twisting his cock around inside her.
Then he drew slowly back, his hands sliding under her and squeezing her round tit meat. He began to fuck her, using slow, even strokes, using the full length of his cockshaft as he rode back and forth in her belly.
Lunga came in while he was rutting her and watched nonchalantly. Joe was used to the ease with which these people treated sex, but he was still bothered at the audience. Still, Mandy's box was stroking against his shaft with too much pressure and heat for him to pause.
He thrust into her again and again, his cock sliding in and out of her pierced fucklips as he rode her like a bitch dog. His hips moved faster and faster, sending his cock pounding down the tight silky fuck-tunnel to the bottom.
He felt his sex juices bubbling around in his crotch and knew he would cum soon. He knew that Mandy was on the verge of cumming too, and had to wait until then, otherwise the Bantu watching would think him weak. He clenched his jaw as he fucked into her, pressing his cock downward against her clitty.
He slid his hand down beneath her, stroking her belly, then sliding it in between her legs to manipulate her clit. She gave a loud gasp and redoubled her own pounding movements, sending her ass slapping back against his thrusting cock-rod.
Then she came, arching her back and shaking her head from side to side as she gurgled in pleasure. Her body shook and trembled as the orgasm blasted through her and her cunt clenched and unclenched around Joe's stabbing cock.
She drew him in tight and his cum spewed out into her belly, bubbling down her fuck tunnel to her cervix and on into her womb. His fingers gripped her hair, drawing her head backwards as he bit deep into the side of her throat and sucked hard.
Finally he stopped and pulled his softening cock out of the sagging girl's sheath.
"Would you mind if I rode her a final time?" Lunga asked deferentially. His cock was sticking straight out from his crotch and Joe was amazed at the sight of it. To turn him down would be considered awfully unfriendly.
He waved and nodded, crawling a few feet away and sitting down. Lunga quickly knelt behind Mandy and held his enormously thick cock in his fist. Joe stared at it in awe as it pushed against Mandy's crotch hole. If that was what she'd been getting for the past week, no wonder she was insensible.
He watched in stunned amazement as her cuntlips spread wider and wider to engulf the massive black organ. Then it slid into her, inch by inch by inch, until Lunga's belly was pressed against Mandy's sweet round teenaged ass. Joe shook his head slowly, wondering where she'd found room for it all.
Without preamble, Lunga began to pump into her. His strokes were powerful and savage, his body hammering into Mandy's white ass cheeks relentlessly. The girl shivered and shook and bucked like a bronco ready to throw it's rider. She groaned and grunted and shook as another cum roared through her.
Joe watched her eyes roll back in her head, watched her body stiffen, then shake and shudder repeatedly. He watched Lunga's gigantic cock rutting brutally into her slit, spearing her with it's immense size and brutal force. His own cock stiffened again.
Ignoring her orgasm, Lunga continued to ride her, rodding his fat cock back and forth, driving it deep into the young white woman's belly as he drove his hips in and out. After long minutes of fucking, Mandy came again, this time grunting in almost animal like madness.
Lunga jammed his cock deep within her quivering body and held still. Joe could imagine the fat wads of cum blasting into the girl's belly as Lunga came. Mandy whined and yowled like a stuck cat, then her head and body began thrashing madly.
Lunga pulled his cock back slowly, a look of satisfied bliss on his face. He held it for a moment, then drove deep into her body again, almost lifting her from the ground. He did it a second time, then a third. Finally, he pulled out, leaving Mandy to sag to the ground, almost unconscious.
The Bantu found a native skirt and hide top for the girl, and gave Joe the hide slippers they'd made her. Joe left the village, waving behind at the villagers as he led Mandy forward, the rope around her throat.
Out of sight of the village, he untied the rope, then, reconsidering, slid it around her narrow waist and retied it, afraid she'd wander off. They journeyed for a few miles before stopping.
"Mandy," he said, in English.
She looked up dull-eyed.
"Remember me? Joe?"
Mandy continued to stare at him.
"I'm going to bring you back to your mother and father."
"Uhhnnggghhh?"
"Your mother and father. Do you understand me?"
She nodded.
"Say something then," he said, in exasperation.
She didn't say anything.
"Mandy? You remember who I am?"
"J-J-Joe?" she whispered.
"That's right, baby. And your name's Mandy."
"Mandy." she said, cocking her head. "My name is Mandy."
"I know that, girl." He sighed and opened his canteen, swigging several mouthfuls of water.
"J-Joe?"
"Uh, huh."
"You're going to take me home?"
"That's right honey."
"To my mother and father?"
"Uh, huh."
"Not to the big man?"
"Nope. Forget him. You won't see him again."
"Or the other men?"
"I'll take you to your father and then you can go home to California."
"California." she said, wonderingly. Her eyes were blinking repeatedly.
"I'm tired." she said, at last.
"Well, we'll be at the next village around noon. You can have a nap then."
They didn't make it nearly that far though. Joe wasn't thinking about how weak the girl was. They only made it a half dozen miles before they had to rest. During the rest, she fell asleep, and he figured they might as well camp and eat.
He woke her up to eat some dried food, then let her fall asleep again. "Probably good for her," he muttered, somewhat impatiently.
She slept most of the afternoon. They made a few miles before dusk, then she ate, exhaustedly and fell asleep again, sleeping until after dawn, when he woke her up. It was the first night's sleep she'd had in days, though Joe didn't know it.
She didn't talk much during the trip back to the other village, mostly just responding to his questions if he asked them. Still, at least she was responding.
She was reluctant to enter the village, but moved forward at once when he glared and raised his voice. They ate with the Chief, who eyed the girl with interest.
Joe decided to leave the village, rather than spend the night. He knew he'd have to offer her to the Chief if they stayed and wasn't sure if that would send her back into her bleak dullness.
A dozen miles outside the village, they stopped and Joe let her sleep again, cursing the delay. He kept careful watch as she slept away much of the afternoon. Then woke her and continued on until it was dark.
Now back in the heart of Pounta country, he didn't want to stay on the ground. He lifted her into the tree and tied her to a branch, then settled down himself and slept soundly.
After a couple of days straight travel, they had reached a roadway and were walking south on it, hoping someone would come by and give them a lift. Mandy had regained her senses, though she seemed strangely agreeable, for her, and not very spirited.
Since he'd never had the occasion to be with a woman who'd just been subjected to repeated rapes over a number of days, Joe wasn't sure what to do or say. After some time though, she finally voiced what seemed to be bothering her the most.
"I just don't understand," she said.
"What?"
"I... Well... You wouldn't understand."
"Try me."
"I don't understand how I could do all that."
"Huh? How you could do what?"
"You weren't there. You didn't see me," she groaned, shaking her head.
"See you doing what?"
"Promise not to tell my parents?"
"I promise."
"I was... I was a total slut!"
"A... "
"I was a nympho from hell! I screwed like I was crazy!" Her eyes were wild as she stared at him in disbelief. "You have no idea how many times I came, how I acted, and the things I said!"
"Well, I'm sure... "
"No, no!" she shook her head. "You don't understand! I wanted them to do it! Not at first, but then, oh how I wanted it! How I groaned and wiggled and waved myself in their faces to get them to fuck me! Especially that giant man!"
"Lunga?"
"Was that his name?" she asked, wonderingly. "I never knew. All I knew was that he had this huge, big cock and I wanted it in me!"
"You were exhausted and beaten down. You hadn't eaten or slept... "
"But I knew it was wrong! I couldn't help myself! I wanted his cock! I wanted all their cocks!"
"I ain't no shrink, Mandy. But what's wrong with wanting a good screw?"
"But they're savages!"
"They were men."
"Savages," she shook her head. "And I rutted with them like a complete slut, like a bitch in heat!"
"I don't think that's any big crime."
"You didn't see me," she repeated.
"Well, with a cock that big... "
"You saw it then? You saw his... Did you... did you see him... fuck me?" she asked, swallowing.
"Uh, well, he wanted a final fling before you went."
"So you did see. You saw me with him. Did you see how I shook and moaned and acted like an insane nympho?"
Joe easily resisted the idea of telling her that he'd fucked her first.
"I saw you. You looked hot and sexy."
"I always look hot and sexy," she sighed. "But I never acted like a complete whore before."
"You acted like a little cocktease."
"All girls act like that," she smiled tiredly. "There must be something in me, some kind of raw, carnal whore that likes doing it with savages."
"You acted pretty happy when I did you in your tent," he said.
She blushed, the memory coming back to her. "I... I'd forgotten."
"I didn't. I couldn't. You were one hot little number. I don't think you're changed much."
"I don't understand why I let you do that, why I responded to you, or to them."
"Your body responded. Hell, girl. Why fight it? You're young, beautiful and single! So you enjoyed yourself. So what? Nobody else has to know."
"But what about now? What about in future? Am I going to drop my pants every time some guy looks sideways at me?"
"Somehow I doubt it," he grinned.
Another day, and several rides got them south of the river. Another day and they'd be back in town where he'd left his jeep. Mandy had continued to mope, though she didn't seem quite so bad. She was not at all the argumentative girl he'd traveled with before, for which he was grateful, and she hadn't remembered that he'd taken her in the village.
Then the truck they were riding on stopped at a roadblock. There were a dozen soldiers standing around with their rifles. They demanded everyone's papers, and studied them carefully, gazing at the owners suspiciously. When Mandy was unable to produce any papers, she was ordered off the truck.
Joe got down with her and the truck drove on.
"Look, Captain... "
"I am no speak to you!"
"But I am the girl's guardian."
"What means guardian? Are you husband?"
"Well, no."
"Are you brother or uncle or cousin?"
"No, but... "
"Then shut you up." He turned to Mandy, his eyes examining her strange costume.
"Why do you wear this?"
"Uh... My clothes were lost in the river."
"You get these from Bantu, yes?"
"Uh... yes, I guess so."
"Bantu are bad people. They fight against government. Where you see Bantu."
"It was far north of the river in... "
"I ask you? I not ask you!" the captain snapped.
"Look, Captain, I can get her papers if... " Someone hit him on the back of the head with a rifle butt. When he came to, his guns and watch, and other valuables were gone. He was lying by the side of the road with nothing much more than his clothes.
The roadblock and the soldiers were gone, and so was Mandy. He held his head, which throbbed with pain, and gazed up and down the road furiously. Right on the fucking edge of town, he thought, viciously, thinking of the things he'd do to that Captain when he caught up with him.
* * *
Mandy was sitting in the back of the army truck, her eyes looking down at her feet. Soldiers sat all around her, most of them staring at her body, most of which was revealed rather well by the Bantu outfit. The man beside her slid his hand along her thigh and laughed when she moved slightly aside.
Her skirt was held together by a single knot at her hip. The soldier worked it loose and pulled the skirt open, revealing everything to their lust-filled eyes. Mandy pressed her knees tightly together, her hand bunched at her lap to hide her nakedness.
The soldier pulled her hands aside and forced his hand between her thighs, squeezing her roughly.
"I think the Captain wants her for himself." One of the others warned.
"Will he know?" The first one asked, staring furiously around.
The Captain was in a jeep up ahead of them. Nobody said anything, though several of them grinned.
The man gripped Mandy's hair and twisted it cruelly, making her cry out in pain, then he forced her down onto the floor of the truck and around to her knees so her face was between his knees. The soldiers sitting across from him stared into her naked ass with admiration.
"I have heard that white women like the taste of a man's organ." The soldier panted, undoing his pants and taking out his erection. Mandy whined in denial, but couldn't move at all as the man's fingers kept a tight hold of her hair.
He pointed his cock at her and pulled on her hair, forcing her face closer. "Take it in your mouth, white woman!" he hissed. Mandy could not understand his words, but knew what he wanted well enough. She opened her lips and slid them around his cockhead.
She hadn't sucked a cock since coming to Africa. None of her numerous lovers had known about fellatio, being too crude and ignorant to know much perversity. This soldier came from the city though, and though more sophisticated than the Bantu, was considerably crueler.
He forced Mandy's lips down his cockshaft, humping up at her as she began to suck on his tool. The others watched eagerly, bulging erections showing in their uniform pants. One of the soldiers opposite stared into the white girl's crotch and fell forward off the bench, pulling at his pants.
He knelt behind her and then pulled out his hard, black cock, pointing it at her slash.
Mandy grunted into the cock as she felt another one drive deep into her cunt. Hands held her hips as the cock began to work in and out of her furiously. She tried to concentrate on the cock in her mouth, but the ferocious ruttings of the man fucking her kept throwing off her pace.
The man sitting before her growled and slapped her face, cursing at her. She redoubled her efforts, trying to ignore the pounding against her ass. The man shoved his cock deep into her mouth, cursing at her angrily. His hand fastened around her hanging white titty and squeezed it tightly, twisting it around painfully.
She moaned and jerked back, but was held in place easily. Her tit was twisted again, and the cock pushed against the back of her mouth. Then the cockhead slipped past her mouth and lodged in her throat. At once, the man lunged forward, driving the cock down her throat.
He began to throat fuck her, timing his strokes with the man raping her fuck-hole. The two of them lunged into her together, jamming their cocks into her weak, helpless body and crushing her against them. Both of them were grunting and laughing with pleasure.
Then the man throat fucking her came, his cum shooting down her throat into her stomach. He slid his cock back out of her throat and Mandy gasped for air. Another man knelt in front of her then and gripped her hair, forcing her head up and back as his cock pushed between her lips.
Cum spewed down her fuck hole and the soldier pulled out, another taking his place. Mandy's head reeled. She had never been taken like this, so meanly and cruelly. She'd never been fucked by more than one man at a time.
The Bantu had been rough, but out of ignorance and not out of cruelty. They had never knowingly inflicted pain on her as they used her body. These men were different, city men, army men, who could do pretty much as they liked to the helpless, and much used to rape.
Their hands dug into her flesh, pinching nastily, slapping her without reason and cursing her continuously. Their nails dug into her nipples, grinding hard to make her cry out. Their cocks hammered her with brutal savagery, causing the maximum pain to her soft flesh.
Her hair was pulled and twisted, her face and head slapped. Her breasts were crushed and mashed and pinched and slapped, and fingers abused her clit, not to pleasure her, but to cause her pain. Each cry of pain brought laughter from the men who surrounded her.
They had raped many girls and women, but never a white woman, and they were getting the most of this opportunity, knowing another would probably not present itself.
The cock in her throat shot it's load and pulled free. It was not immediately replaced, though the dazed girl didn't know why. The cruel men turned her so she was facing down the aisle between their benches, then the man rutting her pulled free.
At first, she didn't know what was gong on. Then she felt a hard, sharp pain at her anus. She moaned in fright as she realized the cock was trying to force entrance there. She had never, ever done that before, thinking it disgusting and filthy.
Now she felt her pained asshole forced open as the soldiers watched with glee. A hard, fat cock was pushed slowly into her anus. Every cry of pain made the soldiers laugh and giggle as they urged on the man behind her.
The cock drove deeper and deeper into her rectum, twisting and thrusting with no regard at all for the pain she was experiencing. She had put up with a lot from the Bantu, but now Mandy felt shattered and lost. She had never encountered men like these before. They were worse, much worse than the Bantu.
She cried out in pain as the cock wormed deeper into her anus. Tears poured from her eyes as the prick sank to the bottom of her asshole and lodged firmly and tightly inside her. Hands slapped her and squeezed her. The cock held still but a moment, then pulled back, hurting as much as it had going in.
The soldier began to rut furiously, humping in and out, tearing his cock around inside her, ripping her flesh and reaming out her asshole. He beat down her sphincter and crammed his long, oozing cock pole down into the deepest pit of her asshole.
Then her hair was jerked viciously and her head pulled up. A fat black cock stared her in the face. Seconds later someone cuffed her hard, rocking her head. The cock prodded at her lips and she meekly opened them, allowing the man to stuff his cock into her mouth.
Again she was hammered from two sides. One cock slammed up and down her tight anal sheath, the other slid back and forth over her shapely, pouting lips. The man fucking her ass was pounding into her with relentless force, his cock slicing in and out of her with brutal ease.
He was grunting, a high singing song of conquest and satisfaction. He drove his spurting rod deep into her guts and sprayed a hot load of salty seed into her body. His hands squeezed her ass cheeks, then he withdrew, immediately replaced by another.
Another hard cock penetrated her anus, thrusting balls deep inside her. This one was long than the other and caused painful cramps deep in the recesses of her belly as it brought hard pressure to bear inside her. The man showed no mercy, ripping the cock up and down her anal passage as his hands slapped out a crude, brutal tattoo on her soft white ass cheeks.
His hands soon turned her ass red with pain as his cock continued to skewer her tight asshole. His hands moved up her body to her ribs, his knuckles pressing hard and making her wince with pain. Then his hands slid under her and started squeezing her hanging titties.
The man fucking her face, jammed his cockhead deep down her throat, then spit out his dirty sperm. As he withdrew, the man raping her asshole, jerked her back against him. His hands slid under her arms, then up behind her head in a full nelson, pulling her way up and back, bowing her back as his black cock ground deep into her white ass.
She was half sitting on his hard cock, her back arched painfully and her head pressed downward. He rubbed his hard cock back and forth in her ass tunnel as others around them pawed and fondled her breasts and crotch. Fingers slid up her cunt tunnel while her nipples were pinched and twisted.
A cock was pushed against her face and she swallowed it, sucking instinctively now as her body burned with pain and fear. The men manhandled her like a rag doll. She was pulled back down on the floor of the truck bed, on her right side. Her head was forced back and the cock in her mouth slid down her throat.
The man ass fucking her knelt behind her, holding her left leg high in the air as he rutted into her. Another man knelt in front of her at her crotch. He helped the man behind her force her leg higher still so her tendons screamed in pain. Then his cock was pushed against her cunt.
She whimpered in confusion and misery as the man's hard erection forced open her tight cunt and worked it's way into her. Her entire crotch was afire with pain now as her skin was tautly stretched between the two raping cocks. The soldiers were not to be denied, however, and soon her cunt tube was stuffed with male meat.
The two men sawed their cocks back and forth in her belly, churning her guts into a boiling frothy mixture of pain and bewildered arousal. She seemed to no longer have control of her bodily functions as her skin rippled with heat and her guts fluttered and spasmed.
Out of nowhere, her arousal blasted into the stratosphere and consumed her body. Her frame was slashed with razor sharp sexual shocks that blasted into her with the impact of an explosion. Her body was speared by three giant cocks and helpless to withhold it's hot sexual fever of carnal response.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Joe arrived at the little town several hours later. There he found Moure and a pair of Rovers. Moure was sleeping under one and Joe had to lay down on the ground and stick his leg underneath to jab the man awake.
Inside the Rovers was the equipment he'd been unable to carry with him down river. There was a second Uzi, and a number of other weapons, including explosives. Joe pulled out a stick of dynamite and looked at it, promising himself he was going to stuff it up that Captain's asshole and light it.
"Where we go, Boss?" Moure queried.
"Where's the nearest army base?"
"That be north, near Bwale."
"That's where we're goin'."
"Them no good, Boss."
"That's for sure. I gotta find someone, though."
"Hokay, Boss."
A couple of hours later they were parked across the road and a half mile down from the entrance to the army base. It wasn't a big place as things went, but it was heavily guarded. Joe studied it through his binoculars, looking for the most likely buildings where they would take prisoners.
Fortunately, there weren't many. Most of the structures were obviously barracks. A few were supply type buildings, and a garage or two. There were only two buildings that looked likely to be housing prisoners, and one of them, the one with an extra barbed wire fence around it seemed to be number one.
He watched the soldiers doing their rounds and curled his lip. They were typical of African soldiers, sloppy and poorly disciplined and trained. He didn't think it would be very hard to penetrate this base. Getting through the second fence would be only slightly harder. There were no guards on it, but plenty of light.
He looked around the base a little more, there didn't seem to be any kind of generator. That meant that the power came in from the big dam fifty miles off. It would not be hard to cut the wire outside the base. Barring bad luck, he'd find Mandy tonight, or rather, tomorrow morning, around three.
* * *
Mandy had cum several times before the multiple fucks ended. The truck slowed near a fence and several of the soldiers pulled her back into place on the bench and put her clothes back around her. One even gave her a rough wipe between the legs and over the tits with a rag.
The truck pulled through the gate and into what seemed to be some kind of army base. They drove over to a building with another fence around it and the truck stopped. A few seconds later the officer in charge came back from the jeep and Mandy was pulled down from the truck, which drove away.
The man led her through a gate and up the walk to the two story windowless building. There was a thick steel door and he pounded on it. The door opened and she was dragged through. She looked around, her eyes wide. She was in a very dimly lit little entrance hall. Narrow halls led off in three directions and a stair well led both up and down.
The officer said something to the men there and then led her across the hall and down the concrete stairs. They emerged in an even more dimly lit hallway. It was all concrete and lit only by a few naked bulbs hanging here and there along it's length.
There were steel doors placed against the sides of the corridor and they stopped in front of one of them. The man opened it and pushed Mandy through. Then the door slammed shut behind her. She was in a very small concrete cell of some sort. There were no furnishings. No cot or anything.
The cell was lit by one small light bulb up high. The walls were covered with scratch marks and stains. The floor was filthy and covered with old straw, stained with ugly looking, foul smelling things. Bugs moved all around on the walls and in the straw.
She stood in a corner, not wanting to touch anything. She didn't know what she was going to do if she had to stay here for any length of time. The idea of sleeping here was horrifying. She just couldn't bring herself to lie down on the horrible looking floor, despite her exhaustion.
Hour after hour, she stood there in the corner. Her legs were becoming stiff and weak. Finally there was a clanking sound and the door opened. A harsh voice called out and she moved to the door, then shuffled out. There was another officer of some sort. He grabbed her arm roughly and led her back down the corridor and into another room, this one bigger.
There was a bored looking man standing in the room. His eyes widened with interest when he saw Mandy. The two men spoke to one another and then the man moved to Mandy and began pulling off her clothes. She sighed and did nothing to stop or hinder him. In seconds she was nude.
The man pulled her over into a corner where there was a shower. He turned the water on, cold of course and tossed her a bar of soap. She just looked at it for a second and then back at him. He gestured impatiently. She started to scrub herself, glad to clean off some of the filth she'd accumulated.
She felt itchy all over just from being near all those bugs in that filthy cell and scrubbed her feet repeatedly. She also scrubbed between her legs and over her tits. She only wished they had a douche and mouth-wash so she could get rid of all trace of the stinking sperm that had entered her body.
After she'd scrubbed herself, the water was turned off and the man pulled her away from the shower and over to a table. His hands slid over her body, lingering for a while on her breasts, which he squeezed repeatedly, like a small child, fascinated with a new toy. His hands slid between her legs and squeezed her pussy as well.
He looked at his watch and then sighed, apparently with regret. He fetched a towel and threw it to her and Mandy began to dry herself. After that, the man gave her a brush and led her to a little table that had a cracked and dirty mirror over it.
Well, it was the first one she'd seen in a week and she was grateful, until she saw herself. She winced at he horrible mass of tangled hair. It took fifteen minutes of relentless attack before the tangles were out and her hair fell more or less straight.
What she needed, she sighed, was a full perm, as well as a complete massage, oil down, and makeover. She could stand to have her nails done too. The man didn't seem likely to offer that however. He grunted impatiently, then pulled her away from the chair and out the door into the corridor.
There was another soldier waiting there. He exchanged his hand for the others on Mandy's arm and then led her down the corridor to the stairs, then up them. They didn't stop at the first floor, but instead went up to the second. There, the hallway was much wider and looked much less threatening.
Mandy didn't care. She was just happy they weren't taking her back to the dungeon, or whatever it was they called the basement. They walked to a wooden door and stopped. Then the man knocked twice. After a moment, the door opened and the man saluted an older black man.
The older man replied in kind, his eyes on Mandy roving up and down her naked body. She'd been without clothes for so long now, that it was difficult to be embarrassed as his eyes bored into her. He motioned her inside and then closed the door.
She was in some kind of office. The man led her over to a chair sitting in front of a desk and then sat her down. He moved around behind the desk and looked across it at her, though he didn't sit down.
"Good afternoon," he said, his accent terrible.
"You speak English!" she cried.
"Yes, I speak English."
"Oh, thank God! Will you contact my parents and tell them where I am?"
"First you will answer my questions."
"Anything you want."
"Who do you work for?"
"Pardon?"
"Who do you work for?"
"I don't work for anybody." She said, confused.
"You work for the South Africans, don't you?"
"I told you, I don't work for anybody."
"What were you doing north of the river?"
"I was kidnapped!"
"You expect me to believe that?"
"But it's the truth. I was grabbed by some Bantu and taken to their village."
"The Bantu would not have taken you there, especially not with that strange hair of yours. They would have thought you were an evil spirit or witch."
"Well, they did."
"Did you have sexual relations with them?"
She blushed and nodded.
"With who?"
"I don't know, a lot of them."
"So you are an American prostitute."
"I am not!" she said, indignantly.
"You lie! I see it now. You were sent here to use your filthy white body and influence our people into rebellion!"
"I was not!"
"That is just the kind of thing the filthy South Africans would do!" he snarled, stomping around the corner of the desk and staring down at her furiously.
"But I'm not a prostitute!" she protested.
His hand swung down and slapped her face so hard she was flung out of her chair. She sat on the floor, holding her cheek and looking up at him in fear.
"Get up, you white slut!"
"I'm not! I'm really not!"
She slowly got to her feet and the man shoved her back in the chair and grabbed her still damp hair. He pulled her head far back so her neck bent across the back of the chair. He laid his fist against her throat and looked nastily down at her.
"One blow and you would die, slut!"
"Please don't hurt me!" she gasped.
He pulled her hair forward again, then jerked her out of the chair and slammed her belly into the desk and shoved her down across it.
His knees forced her legs open and then she felt his hard male organ pressing against her cuntlips. She sighed in resignation, by now almost used to rape. His cock slid into her and he began to pump energetically. It was less than a minute before he came inside her and pulled out again.
"I do not believe you whore!" he gasped. "You are a slut and a prostitute. It is obvious that you work for the South Africans."
"But... "
"I will have you taken back to your cell. There you will remain for the next ten or twenty years or so, until you decide to cooperate."
"But I don't know anything!" Mandy wailed, appalled at the idea of going back to the little cell. She dropped to her knees in front of him and flung her arms around his legs, tears coursing down her cheeks.
"Please, please don't send me back there!!" she begged. "I'll do anything you want!"
"Well," he said smiling, considering. "It might be possible for you to work out your penance in some other way."
He carefully examined her white body again, noting the fullness of her round milky breasts and the perfection of her skin, despite the numerous light scratches.
"I think we can find some other form of punishment for you," he smiled.
* * *
She was not surprised at what the "punishment" consisted of. She was given another cell, only this one was on the second floor here, and was much bigger and nicer. It had a nice big bed too and Mandy found herself spending most of her time in it.
Every hour or so, another man would come to her, always an officer of course. And of course, all were black. She would twist and turn her body as they directed, then allow herself to be pushed to her back or onto her knees as the man fucked her. None of them spent much time fucking her, generally spraying inside her within minutes.
For that she was grateful. She wondered if she was to be an actual prostitute for the rest of her life. That was what she seemed to be now. Did they really think she was a hooker? Probably not. She doubted it mattered to them.
After some hours, she was exhausted, but the men showed no sign of stopping. There were no clocks or anything, so she didn't know what time it was. There weren't even any windows to look out of. She didn't know if it was day or night.
She took a quick shower. The officers didn't want to smell each other on her skin. She douched, for much the same reason, then took off her shower cap and brushed her hair. Five minutes later, her next customer arrived.
He didn't arrive alone, though. Mandy stared in surprise as the man, a big fat black guy, led in a small thin girl behind him. She was a couple of years younger than Mandy, and her skin was as black as Mandy's was White. She was just as naked too.
The two girls stared at each other for a moment, then the man said something. Mandy didn't understand it but the girl evidently did. She moved forward until the two were standing only a foot apart.
Mandy stared at her. She was shorter than Mandy, and her breasts were smaller. Despite the darkness of the girl's flesh, Mandy could see the dark slit between her legs, for the girl had no pubic hair. Mandy had never seen a girl this old without pubic hair, and realized at once that it must have been shaved off.
Mandy's gaze traveled up to her face. It was pudgy, with wide brown eyes and the very light coating of Black hair that most African women had.
The man said something else and the girl moved against her. Mandy jerked back slightly, but knew she had to do whatever the man wanted. The girl's body pressed against hers, and her arms came around Mandy and caressed her white skin.
Mandy stared into the girl's brown eyes in fright, worried now that she would respond even worse than she had with her male rapists. The one time she had cum before had been with a woman, and it had worried her for years. Now she was faced with another, and had no choice but to let the girl fondle her, and even return the caresses.
Already the girl's hands were sliding up and down her lower back, then they slid down softly over her buttocks, following the contours of her rounded cheeks as her fingers barely touched her. Suddenly the girl's fingers gave a tight squeeze. Mandy gasped and jerked upward onto her toes, her body pushing against the black girl's.
Their breasts touched, and it was like the girl was a live electrical circuit. Mandy's round breasts exploded with blood, swelling up like balloons, her nipples hardening and lengthening, pressing into the black girl's own smaller black breasts.
Their bodies rubbed together as the fat man watched with an interested smirk. The black girl cocked her head to one side then kissed Mandy, her lips wide and soft and wet. The kiss went on and on, the girl obviously familiar with the man's tastes and knowing how to please him.
Mandy found herself returning the kiss, found her own arms instinctively going around the smaller girl's shoulders and her hands rubbing the girl's back. Their lips moved together with more and more passion, their tongues dancing together, first in Mandy's mouth, then in the other girl's.
The black girl pulled her lips away, lowering her head to Mandy's soft rounded breasts. She cupped one gently, forcing the nipple out even further. Her lips surrounded the long pink bud of flesh, pressing down against it, surrounding it, and then rubbing softly from side to side as her tongue swirled on the very tip of the sharp little nubbin.
Then her lips moved forward, her mouth suckling as the black girl took more of Mandy's tit meat into her mouth. Now Mandy could feel the girl's teeth against her nipple, pressing down, not hard, but with a sharpness, a slight pain that send heat coursing through Mandy's body.
The black girl's hand slid up and down the crevice between Mandy's firmly rounded ass cheeks, the stroking soft, and slow, then suddenly the hand slid down between her legs from behind, and squeezed her pubic mound firmly. Mandy gasped and pulled the girl's head into her tits.
She felt her body shivering and her legs going rubbery. The black girl was suckling furiously at her breast as her fingers prodded at Mandy's cunt slit, then she forced the tight lips apart and drove a finger up into Mandy's cunt, wiggling it about with quick, agile movements.
Mandy felt herself lowering as her legs gave way, and then she was on her knees, looking up into the black girl's hairless slit. The girl spread her legs, straightening her body and caressing the sides of Mandy's head. She pulled Mandy forward, so her face was pressed into her black groin, then rubbed herself against the white girl.
Mandy opened her mouth, hesitantly, then her tongue slid out and touched the black girl's cunt slit. She rubbed her tongue up and down the narrow slash, pushing harder and deeper, trying to force her tongue up the tight twat hole. Her hands slid around the girl and cupped and squeezed her small ass cheeks.
Her fingers dug deep into the flesh as her mind was dazed by brilliant flashes of sexual electricity. She rubbed her tongue madly up and down the slit, then found the little pink clitty peaking out and began to work on it with almost desperate intensity.
The girl began to moan and sigh with pleasure, her hips slowly pumping from side to side and in and out. She arched her back, and brought her hands up behind her head, throwing her chest out. Her eyes closed to narrow slits and she moaned louder, partly from pleasure, partly because she knew the watching man wanted her to.
She began to mumble and mutter in a low panting voice, words that Mandy didn't understand, but the ogling man did. His cock swelled with excitement as he watched the white girl's tongue dance in the black girl's crotch.
Then the girl seized Mandy's face and pulled her hard against her crotch as she rubbed furiously against her. She cried out in ecstasy, her body trembling and shaking through a light orgasm that she exaggerated for effect. She let her knees give way and fell down onto her knees in front of Mandy.
Their lips joined again, and their arms encircled each other, then they slid to the ground, their bodies rubbing and stroking each other. The black girl laid on top of Mandy, who spread her legs wide, and began to rub up and down against her, stroking the white girl's jittery wet crotch with her own.
She suckled fiercely on Mandy's round titties, her hand sliding between the white girl's legs and stroking her cunt. A finger pushed into Mandy, then a second, then a third, then a fourth. Mandy groaned and whimpered and humped up against the pumping fingers as her body tingled and shook with arousal.
Then she gave a low gasp as her cunt was forced even wider. The black girl's wrist passed through her cunt and she had her entire hand inside Mandy's cunt box. She bunched up her fingers into a tight little fist and worked her hand even deeper as the white girl writhed beneath her.
She finally reached the bottom of the tight, wet, sucking cunt box and ground her knuckles against Mandy's cervix, making the her scream in pleasure. Mandy jerked and humped and twisted in a mad sexual dance, her body consumed by vast waves of intense erotic bliss.
The black girl pumped her fist up and down the spasming pink cuntslit, watching with amusement as the white girl went insane beneath her. Mandy's body thrashed and shook, jerking and bucking furiously as she was whipped by hurricane force winds of delirious sexual pleasure.
She shook and trembled and whined like a bitch cat with her tail on fire. The hole between her legs had become a furnace, then an erupting volcano that threatened to fry her with it's intense heat. Her eyes rolled back and her body stiffened, then she collapsed motionless, her chest heaving with exertion.
CHAPTER EIGHT
It was almost embarrassingly easy. He simply cut a couple of the strands of wire and slipped into the camp. There were no guards in sight. The one that was supposed to be patrolling had evidently gone to sleep somewhere. He kept low as he moved across the dark camp, heading for the second fence, the one around the building that was his target.
He slipped into some bushes a dozen yards from the fence and waited, scanning his watch. Two minutes later, the lights went out and he raced forward and clipped the lowest strand, then slid under. He used a small piece of wire from his pocket to tie the severed strand back together, then raced to the building and jumped, grabbing the drainpipe.
This was a gamble, but it held and he shinnied up to the top and fell over onto the roof, gasping for breath. The lights came back on again. There was no loud outcry or anything. Maybe nobody had even noticed. But no, the door below opened and a fat looking guy with a machine pistol came out and looked around. Apparently satisfied, he went back inside.
Joe crept across the roof. There it was, a door leading down. He knew there'd be one. It was locked of course, but that presented no major difficulty. He took out the pry bar from his belt and slowly began to work on it. It didn't take long. The wood was rotting and the steal was rusting.
Five minutes later, with very little sound, the door popped open and he slid inside. There was a narrow stairway, which he moved down. At the foot was another door, this one unlocked. He stepped through and into a hallway.
It was quiet in the hall, though from each of the numerous doors came quiet and unidentifiable sounds. He pushed the first one open a crack and looked in. There was a naked black man on a bed. A young girl, only barely developing, was squatting atop him, taking his thick cock into her body.
He closed the door. The next revealed much the same, except the girl was older. Across the hall, he opened the door to find a man fucking a boy in the ass. The next room revealed an oriental woman hanging from her wrists from the ceiling. Joe couldn't see the guy, and didn't care to. He closed the door and moved on.
He pushed open another door. There was a man sit-ting on a chair, his back to the door. Joe couldn't see any girl. This was obviously some kind of whorehouse and he couldn't imagine the guy being alone. He opened the door further, peering around it.
There was a pair of legs on the floor. They were obviously female, and just as obviously black. He started to retreat, then curiosity got the best of him. What the heck was she doing sitting on the floor?
He pushed his head around the door. Now he could see much better. The girl was on her back and there was another girl on top of her. The two were sixty-nining and the one on top was white... with pink hair!" He was so relieved he almost laughed.
Instead, he crept into the room and closed the door. The man looked up in surprise just to catch the butt of his Uzi in the face. A second blow took him in the head and he fell over, unconscious. Joe moved around him to the girl's who were still licking and slurping at each other's pussies.
He gripped the pink hair and pulled upward. Mandy blinked in dazed confusion.
"Time to go pinky." he said. He looked down at the black girl, who looked back impassively. He pulled on Mandy's arm and hauled her to her feet, where she staggered and would have fallen if not for his firm hold.
He picked up the black man's pants and slipped them onto Mandy's legs, rolling them up at the bottom. Then he grabbed the uniform jacket and got her into that, tying the belt to keep it closed around her.
"Let's go."
"Go?" she mumbled, in confusion.
"Just follow me," he sighed, pulling her along, hand in hand.
He opened the door and peaked outside. There was nothing moving. Everyone was too busy. They went down the hallway and up the stairs to the roof. Joe checked his watch and pulled Mandy over to a corner, where he'd tied a rope earlier.
"Do you think you can climb down a rope?"
She looked at him blankly and he cursed softly and tied the other end of the rope around her under her arms. He checked his watch again. Just then the lights went out.
"Over you go lovey," he said, pushing Mandy over the edge of the building. She gave a low cry, but stopped when she realized the rope was preventing her from falling.
He lowered her to the ground, where she sat down dumbly at the base of the wall. He jumped over and slid quickly down to the ground, landing beside her.
"Let's go, kid!" he hissed. He slipped the rope off and then pulled her to the fence, quickly pulling the wire loose and shoving her threw.
A minute or so later, the fat guy came out of the door again and looked around. He saw the rope coming down from the roof and gave a cry of alarm. A second man joined him and then the two raced back into the building and up the stairs.
They drove for over half an hour before Mandy finally began to talk.
"Are you going to take me back to the camp where I was kidnapped?" She asked, softly.
"No. Of course not. You're parents are in Harare anyway."
"Are we going there?"
"Tomorrow morning."
"What about tonight?"
"Tonight, we take you to what passes for a luxury hotel in this city."
"Luxury..." she said. "That would be something new."
"I hope you like it."
Thirty minutes later, they entered a large, and old building. There were thick wall to wall carpets in the lobby. Apparently he already had a room for they didn't go to the desk. Instead he led her to the elevator. The man inside looked at her unusual clothes but then politely averted his eyes.
Then they were in his room on the fourth floor. It was tastelessly overdone, with big carvings and murals and atrociously ostentatious furnishings. Mandy loved it though. She loved the shower and bath even more. She spent half an hour in the shower, scrubbing herself down. When that was done, she filled up the bathtub and spent another hour in the bath.
She emerged, finally, clad in a big oversized bath towel, her hair falling behind her in a dark red wave.
"You look much better." Joe said.
"I feel much better."
She sat down beside him on the couch, looking at the big fire crackling in the fireplace. "I guess I have a lot to thank you for," she said.
"Part of the service."
"It must have been hard finding me in the jungle like that, then to break me out of that awful army base... "
"I'll charge your father a finder's fee."
She smiled. "I'd like to apologize."
"For what?"
"For the way I treated you, you know, before I was kidnapped."
"Oh, that. Forget it."
"I was a bitch. Admit it."
"Ok. You were a bitch."
She smiled again.
"Still, there were moments."
"You mean in your tent?" he grinned.
"Yes, of course I mean that. That was, I'll have you know, the first orgasm I'd had with a man, ever."
"You're kidding!"
She shook her head.
"What do you mean, with a man?"
"I had one when I was much younger, with a woman, and of course, I've had a number, as they say, on my own."
"A woman, huh. I wondered whether you were gay."
"I'm not really. I haven't even been with a woman in three or four years, except for tonight that is."
"Well, I'm glad you enjoyed it."
"Don't get cocky, Joe. I came like gangbusters with the Bantu, remember, and even in the truck on the way to the army camp... well, anyway, let's just say that you don't have to be superman to make me cum now. I don't know how or when I changed, but I've become a multi-orgasmic nympho."
"All women should be so lucky, and all men."
"So anyway... " she continued, swirling a little of the brandy he'd poured into a glass for her, "I forgive you for the rather rude way you uh, did me then, and even for doing me again in the village. Oh yes, I know about it. Didn't think I'd remember, did you?" she grinned.
"It was sort of, thrust upon me, lass."
"Not half as much as it was thrust upon me."
"Aww, well."
"I forgive you for that, but I want a favor."
"Name it."
"I've been fucked like a she-bitch so often in the last week, screwed in the dirt and grass and mud, hammered by big-dicked black jerks and all. I want something else. I want you to make love to me."
"After all you've been through?"
"I want to see if it's me that's changed, or whether it was just the roughness that made me cum. Do I need to be used like that or can I have an orgasm that doesn't leave bruises?"
She stood up and let the towel fall to the floor. Joe set his glass down and stood up as well. He reached out and took her hand, then led her forward until they were next to the fireplace, then he gently drew her down onto the heavily carpeted floor.
"How's this for clich�d?" he grinned, pushing her onto her back beside the fire. He knelt beside her, then pulled off his shirt and slipped his pants down. Nude, he sat next to her, his hand sliding softly across her flesh, caressing her curves and sweet rounded breasts.
He lay down next to her, his arm going around her. Their faces leaned together and they kissed, softly, gently. His hand continued to slowly massage the flesh of her shoulders and sides, then slid easily down over her belly and into her groin. He cupped her moist pubic region, his fingers rubbing softly.
Her breathing became heavier as his lips slid over hers and down against the side of her throat. He kissed her there, then his lips moved downward kissing her shoulders, then her breasts. He sucked in her left nipple, and slid it around inside his mouth, his tongue rubbing against it. Then he let it go and took in her right nipple, repeating the gentle suckling.
He kissed his way down her body until he was between her legs. Mandy spread them wide, drawing them back so her heels rested against the sides of her buttocks. He laid between her legs, his face against her crotch. Slowly his tongue began to work up and down her slit.
She closed her eyes and lay motionless as his tongue and fingers began to manipulate her clitty and delve between the ever more moist lips of her cunt hole. He sucked on her lips, then moved to her clitty and began to work on it, his teeth grinding back and forth on it as she started to mewl in pleasure and hump slightly against him.
His hands caressed her buttocks as his tongue worked on her clitty and pussy. He slipped a finger into her cunt, pushing it in to the knuckle and working it easily around. His tongue continued to slither back and forth across her clit as he started to slowly pump the finger in and out of the young woman.
She groaned loudly, her hands coming down to his hair and caressing his head. He worked against her clit with long, slow raping licks, making her raise her ass in the air and move it in slow circles. His tongue pushed forcefully in between her lips and sucked out wads of girl juice, then returned to her clit.
His finger was joined by a second, then a third, pumping slowly in and out as his tongue moved faster on her clitty. Then she suddenly gave a moan of pleasure and her hands pressed down hard on his head as she humped up at him. She jerked and shook as an orgasm rolled over her.
"So... so now... we know," she panted, when it had subsided. He slid up her body, his tongue suckling on her breasts again before he lay down atop her. She stared up into his face as her breasts pushed heavily against his chest. Then they kissed, a long, slow gentle kiss of certainty and pleasure.
She felt his hardness pressing against her belly and reached down to take it in her hand. He raised his crotch slightly and Mandy took the cock and placed it against her hot, wet pussy entrance. Then she slid her ass slightly over and pushed it in. He settled down upon her again, his cock sliding easily and deeply into her cunt.
She groaned involuntarily as his hard hot meat filled her up. She clenched down on her cunt muscles, feeling his cock with them. She slid her arms around his body as their kiss continued. He began to slowly push his body up and down over hers, sliding his cock in and out of her pussy.
She sighed with pleasure, not pushing back, just resting there, legs spread, enjoying the sensation of being fully penetrated by the fat organ. It slid in and out of her body, rubbing persistently across her clitty and bringing new arousal to her body.
Her skin flushed with excitement as her body began to twitch and tremble with sexual bliss. Her hands slid down to his ass and squeezed down, drawing him in tighter. She slid her legs up around him and shook her head from side to side.
They rolled over, and now she was on top, a position she had not occupied in some time. She straddled his hips, sitting atop his organ and gazing down at him. She bent forward and kissed him as he cupped her breasts and fondled them with his rough fingers.
She pushed back up, sitting down, then kneeling, her knees wide apart on either side of his hips. She rose up, pulling herself high above him so only the tip of his cock was inside her. Then slowly, wanting it to last forever, she slid down his shaft, letting it push up into her belly.
He pulled her down again, his hands around her back and head as they kissed, then they rolled over again, and now he was on top once more. He began to fuck into her with harder strokes, his cock sliding back and forth across her clit as she shivered in excitement.
She felt her body quiver and shake, felt the orgasm high above her. It was a huge sparkling white cloud, vast and deep, it fell downward onto her, engulfing her, and making her body shake and spasm and convulse in erotic ecstasy.
His cock plunged back and forth within her, and seconds later the cloud engulfed him also. Searing heat joined their bodies as his juices spat down into her and joined with her own. Their cum went on and on and on, and then as they slowly relaxed, their hands began to stroke and squeeze again, as they started towards another...
