"Oh my lord, yes!" Young Annie had jumped at the chance when old Pastor Graham announced they were sending church members to Kenya to help rebuild a school over the summer. While serving at the soup kitchen and bake sales for charity were mildly fulfilling, Annie really wanted to do something that would be remembered. Pastor Graham had taken the young foster child under his wing when she was just twelve, guiding her in her studies and the glorious ways of God. Annie looked up to the pastor like no other. Even now, at the tender age of fifteen, the black haired beauty was a respected member of the church, Pastor Graham even allowing to address to the congregation on occasion. Leading the youth group in prayer and seen an inspiration and reminder that you can love life with only the purity of your love for God and Jesus. Thoughts of becoming a nun were ever present in her mind. Once on location she shared leadership with the adults. Her charming smile and no nonsense approach to life alleviated the initial tension between the newcomers and the native population. It seemed as though everyone wanted to be her friend. The children always wanted to be by her side. But the fact that she was a pretty, young girl was also not overlooked either. Many of the boys and men wanted to be by her side as well, or rather inside her. As an overly friendly girl, she quickly made friends with a few local boys, mistakenly thinking their interest in her was purely then curiosity of their clashing cultures. Even though she was mature for her age, sex was not for her. She knew the hormones of the boys back home were running rampant, she saw these people as pure fun loving folk. Naive is as naive does. And when one of the local young men suggested a fun little walking tour of a local tribal villages, she willingly let him guide her away.  After visiting a dilapidated old village, Annie became concerned when the two had been walking for almost an hour without seeing anything. With a wide smile the young man reassured her that the next village was just up ahead within the wooded area ahead. When she saw the people she sighed relief. But it was quickly replaced with confusion as all the people were either men or boys. As she was shuttled to the center of the secluded area more men came seemingly out of nowhere to form a large circle around her. She recognized a number of them from the school project, including some of the 10 year old boys she taught how to play card and many of the young male workers. Also there was Old Cobb, the withered old man she sometimes shared her lunch with. Despite having only a few teeth left, he had a laugh that always lightened her spirit. All in all, there had to be 20 to 25 males of all ages. To her horror they were all naked with semi flacid, but stiffening, penises dangling between their legs. Annie turned to run but the young man held her arm tight. When she tried to scream, he put his hand over her mouth. The men moved quickly.  Two men placed a large colored cloth tarp on the ground while two other men forced Annie down on the middle of it. The men stripped her of her clothes, as another yelled at them to be careful not to rip or tear anything. All the men were clamoring around her, chanting and cheering, she didn't know which. Annie struggled, but each of her arms and legs were held tight but a strong pair of hands. Her mouth, momentarily free screamed for help. That's when Old Cobb kneeled down next to the frightened, naked girl. He put one finger to her lips and a finger on his other hand to his own lips, the universal signal to be silent. Annie quieted and caught her breath. She looked up at him, past his penis that was only inches away from her face. She knew this was going to be bad, but she pleaded regardless. "Mr. Cobb, please don't let this happen. I'm saving myself for God." Old Cobb laughed a laugh that did nothing to lighten her spirit. "Today my dear Annie," he said, holding his penis directly above her face, "today this is your God." With that he started stroking his ever growing cock. The men held her flat on her back and another forced a tongue depressor shaped stick into her mouth, forcing it open. Everyone fell silent as he continued to stroke. Annie looked up horrified at the penis directly above her. She tried to struggle, but men were now kneeling on her appendages. Suddenly Old Cobb groaned loudly and a thick white stream began to pour out of the tip of his cock, straight down into Annie's mouth. Annie gagged and tried to spit it out, but with her mouth pried open as such, she could do no such thing, instead she did her best not to swallow. As the last drop fell, the men removed the stick from her mouth and then held her mouth and nose shut until she swallowed. When they released their grip, she coughed and gagged and cried all at once. Old Cobb silenced her once more. "Young Annie, your assistance here, rebuilding our school has not gone unnoticed," He began, "yet much hatred for the white man lingers. Today your body, virgin as it is, will be as a tool of God, bringing all together as one." Annie could barely fathom what the old man was saying, but there was no mistaking the fact that strong hands were pulling her legs apart. For the first time Annie took note of all the eyes that were locked on her. Not on her face, but on her body, her naked body. A man moved between her legs and applied something thick and slippery on the lips and inside the walls of her vagina. She wanted to die. But she recalled her thoughts on rape. She had even spoke about it to congregation. Men need to teach there sons to respect women. Pastor Graham had helped her write it. If only he were here to save her. And then he was. Annie caught her breath when she saw him, saw him as never before. He seemed to come out of nowhere and was standing above her, naked. Every hair on his body was white, his head, his chest and all around his genitals. The stiffness of his penis was a sure indication that he wasn't there to save her. "Pastor Graham please help me!" she begged. "I'm sorry Annie," he sighed, "you have to understand, it was the only way." But she didn't understand. Before she could speak again a ball of cloth was forced into her mouth. Pastor Graham knelt between Annie's legs and then worked his aged body to all fours above her. He couldn't look into her eyes but rather leaned over and began to suck on her breast. It was something he had imagined doing ever since the day she walked into the church. Earlier this year, while studying together she had been leaning over the table to point out a particular passage in the Bible, but the only thing he noticed was how the neck of her shirt had dipped and he could see her young white breasts swaying freely beneath. The fact was that the natives demanded a virgin 'sacrifice' in order to prevent a viscous slaying of the entire group, and that he himself break her first. This in itself caused great consternation within himself as well as great arousal. With that he slipped his penis inside her, breaking her. He tried his best to tune out the cries beneath him. The fact that he had not been with a woman in almost 30 years did not prevent his body from recalling how to fuck. Within minutes he was grunting and ejaculating inside her. Annie watched in horror as her beloved pastor stood in front of her, his penis glistening. He seemed to mumble and apology and then was gone. The circle of black men now surrounded her. They took her one and sometimes two at a time. The young and the old. Removing her gag, they used her mouth, always remaining within until she swallowed. They used her pussy again and again. She cried aloud when they took her from behind, anally. Annie was flooded by a sea of bodies. Hands seemed to be everywhere, feeling her, touching her, grabbing her. As soon as one penis came in her mouth, the male was quickly shoved aside and another penis was pressed against her lips to suck. Gentle they were not. Well endowed cocks were thrust inside her, tearing at her. The tarp was replaced twice as a constant flow of blood and cum flowed back out of her. Never before had Annie been in so much pain. Every time she began to fade into delirium they brought her back, smacking, pinching even biting her body. Even the young boys, too young to orgasm, smacked her face and chided her as she was forced to suck on their tiny stiffies. It would be hours before the crowd dwindled to one. Old Cobb himself sat next to the young girl, her body dirty and bruised, semen from two dozen males splattered on her face, hair and skin. "You may not know it, but you have done a great thing today Annie," he consoled her. Annie curled into a little ball. She ached from top to bottom, inside and out. She couldn't comprehend how Pastor Graham, let alone God, could let this happen to her. "When you return, you will tell your group you were accosted by native girls, beaten out of jealousy, and not a word more." "But that's not what happened." she whispered hoarsely. "It IS what happened Annie," he responded, "The lives of your friends depend on it." He pulled out a large knife. "Do you understand?" Annie nodded. Her group, headed by Pastor Graham, bought her story of local girls beating her up in jealousy. Of course what church chaperones didn’t see was the blood that still dripped from her ass and pussy or that the contents of her tummy was mostly a nasty mix of white jungle juice. Once cleaned up, Pastor Graham insisted that she use his personal quarters. That night, aided by strong medication, she slept. She woke one time, but only as much as the medication would allow, barely aware that her pastor had pulled off her panties and once again mounted her. Old Cobb may have been there too but she couldn't differentiate what was a dream and what wasn't. In fact the pastor kept her highly medicated for three days and nights, allowing neighboring religious leaders to abuse her. In her addled state the men would use various native methods to incite orgasms from her tiny body before fucking her. None of which she could remember, even the night she orgasmed for twenty minutes continuously. By the time she fully healed three weeks later she was still waking at night from the nightmares of her ordeal as well as the strange three nights that followed. But now, more often than not, she was waking with a wetness between her legs. Her confusion over her own feelings was overwhelming. The following week, the day before she was to return to the states, she was sitting alone eating her lunch when Old Cobb came up to her and took her hand. "Annie, I can see that you are much different from the day you arrived her." She looked at the old mostly toothless man and recalled vividly his penis above her. She tried to smile. "How about we go for a nice walk," he said smiling, "I know of a nice secluded spot where men go to relax. There maybe some there already. I'm sure they'd like to say goodbye to you. I know you will like them." Without a word she stood, scrunched her face, confused at her own actions, and walked off with the old man. Annie was never seen again. At least not by any white man.

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