The heat of the Nigerian sun assailed Hilary Irvine as soon as the blonde Englishwoman exited the plane. An oppressive heat that momentarily rendered her breathless. Her heart was pounding, partly from the heat but mostly from trepidation – she didn’t want to be here. For a time it had seemed that Africa didn’t want her either. It had taken a week to get her visa approved and Hilary had hoped her trip wouldn’t take place at all. Then the bliming thing had turned up and off she’d gone.
Hilary descended the steps and along with the rest of the passengers headed towards the terminal building of Lagos International Airport. Once inside she was surprised to be ordered into a side room to have her luggage searched. In a way this was pleasing – Hilary Irvine was not the sort of girl who wanted to be treated as some sort of celebrity but as just another passenger who would expect to have their bags searched.
That she was not just another passenger became apparent as soon as she entered the side room. Whereas the rest of the passengers were waved thru by one bored guard Hilary was to be grilled by four, all male and worryingly pleased to see her.
“Welcome to Lagos!” grinned the leader of the four, “I hopes yo don’t mind been searched?”
“Well…no…of….,”
“Goody! Lets start with the suitcase!”
“Is yo traveling alone?” drawled another guard, moving round behind Hilary and checking out her butt.
His tone irritated Hilary. Damned cheek!
“Dese is nice!” said the leader holding up a pair of panties to a murmur of appreciation.
To Hilary’s disgust he then stuck his nose in them and breathed in deeply.
“No drugs dere!”
“Of course not!” said the exasperated blonde, “Do I look like a drugs smuggler!”
“Smugglers come in all shapes n’ sizes,” a third guard said sagely.
“And dey is hiding drugs in de strangest places!”
“Right!” barked Hilary who just had this image of been stripped, spread-eagled and subjected to an intimate search by these morons, “that’s enough!”
The men were stunned by her sudden commanding tone. A feisty blonde white woman had featured in all of their sex fantasies but been confronted by one in flesh was a different matter entirely.
Taking advantage of their evident confusion Hilary snatched her knickers back, slammed down the lid of her suitcase and stormed out.
The main part of the terminal was crowded with all sorts of humanity. Though as she walked thru the bustling thong it struck Hilary that lone white women were a rarity – just her in fact. People were looking at her like she was some oddity or exotic specimen.
“Good day, Missy!” said a black man in a ghastly multi-colored shirt, “Needs help wiv yo bag?”
His tone and smile were friendly. Too friendly.
“I’m fine, thank you!” replied Hilary, moving a little quicker.
“Howdy!” said another younger African moving in front of her, “here on holiday?”
“No,” said Hilary irritably, “Please move!”
“If the lady needs a well-hung black boy to keep her warm I is it!”
This made Hilary stop and stare for a moment, then she moved off again.
“If lady likes more I had got cousin!” he called after her, “We make lady nice spit-roast, Lagos style!”
“Sling your hook, you kaffir!” growled a voice off to the right.
As the man slunk off Hilary looked to see who had warned him off. Standing there was a barrel-chested white man, bronzed with graying hair.
“You’re Irvine?” he grunted in a strong South African accent.
As a very young schoolgirl her elder sister had taken Hilary to an anti-apartheid protest. Since then the sound of a male Boer caused her to bristle.
“Indeed!” she replied, trying to smile sweetly, “Who are you?”
“Gunther van Eyck,” he stated in reply, “I’m the guy who will be guarding your sweet little ass!”
This response caused the bristles to rise again.
“I thought I would be protected by British people?”
This clearly irritated the big Boer.
“Don’t worry, your ladyship,” he sneered, “The rest of my men are all ex-redcoats ready to protect you from the Zulu bucks!”
Though she wasn’t sure entirely what this meant Hilary felt some reassurance. Together she and van Eyck made their way out of the airport, van Eyck’s gun in his leg holster deterring any salacious approaches.
“You should be grateful we’re here to meet you,” muttered the Boer, “Last week some Yank air hostess made the mistake of going to the toilet by herself. Three days later they found her gang-banged carcass out back getting chewed by rats!”
Hilary ignored his fictions. She was used to van Eyck’s type. Those men who resented her as a woman working in a man’s world.
Van Eyck’s transport was a massive 4x4 beast with 3 men inside. They had the lean, professional look of the ex-military man. All three were armed.
Hilary’s luggage was thrown in the back and then they were off thru the chaotic streets of Lagos. The whole world seemed to be trying to move - cars, trucks, overloaded buses, bikes and even flocks of squealing animals. The dust-strewn scene had a vibrancy that Hilary found invigorating.
“Take that you black bastard!”
The driver had just sent a cyclist sprawling off the road and clearly everyone in the 4x4 found this highly amusing.
“That’s your third today, Marky!”
Hilary put her head in her hands. This was terrible. In her experience (given her refusal to pay bribes) the only way she’d get some information in Africa was to be friendly and make contacts. Doing that when accompanied by these gun-toting racists would be well nigh impossible.
Soon they roared into their hotel and Hilary was pleasantly surprised to see it was an impressive colonial-era structure with neatly manicured lawns. Inside a large fan cooled the polished floors. The receptionist was a cheerful soul and Hilary made an effort to show some gratitude for his attention.
Hilary’s room was decorated in a simple, tasteful style with a view over the city. One of the British guards dumped her bags on the double bed while van Eyck checked the locks on the windows. He sniffed when he saw the double bed.
“If your ladyship wants some overnight protection I’m sure one of my men will be more than happy to be of service!”
The others found this very funny and sniggered until Hilary barked at them all to get out.
Now alone Hilary took out the file containing everything that was known about Suzi’s disappearance.
‘Now for some proper journalism!’
Upon arriving Suzi had booked into this very hotel. Less than two hours later she’d received a phone call from someone claiming to be the governor of the province of Katgina. Hilary checked the map – Katgina was over 300 miles north of Lagos. After this call Suzi had rushed down to reception, hired a car and drove off.
‘Too keen for a scoop,’ thought Hilary.
At a junction fifty miles from Lagos a witness saw several men wearing police uniforms stop Suzi’s car. They’d made her get out, there was a brief struggle and then poor Suzi had been bundled into an unmarked car that had sped off north.
Since then, and this was almost two weeks ago, nothing had been heard.
There appeared to be several lines of enquiry and as Hilary went over them in her the phone rang…
The four men were all at breakfast when Hilary joined them early the next day.
One of them was holding forth on what him and one of the chambermaids had been up to the previous night.
“Real cock-gobbler she is! And tits like a cow’s udders!”
As far as Hilary was concerned talking like this in front of the hotel staff was not only rude but crassly unhelpful. She swiftly moved the conversation onto the search for Suzi.
“If you ask me,” opined van Eyck chomping on some bacon, “Our best bet is to see if she’d working on the stage at one of these sex clubs Lagos is famous for.”
Hilary was flabbergasted. This was one of the most inane things she’d ever heard.
“Suzi has a degree in journalism and works as a reporter for the BBC,” she said, “Do you really think she’d give that up to work as a go-go dancer in a strip-joint?”
Van Eyck started to say something but Hilary brusquely waved him away.
“I have had a phone call,” she announced smugly, “The Governor of Katgina province has granted me an interview. He wants to show me how the search is progressing in his area!”
Her competency evidently shocked them into silence. Eventually one of the Brits spoke up.
“Are you sure it was really the Governor?”
Hilary was ready for this.
“Indeed! I hung up and then got the reception desk to return the call. It was from his office all right!”
She was
rather pleased at her cleverness. If
Suzi had been that clever this problem wouldn’t have started.
“Katgina!”
spat van Eyck, “That’s a shithole in the middle of nowhere! Nah!
If a white girl is been held captive somewhere the bars of Lagos is
where we’ll hear about it! Me and the boys’ll look around and bang some heads-”
“I have a
meeting with a powerful local official!” stormed Hilary, “All you seem to want
to do is hang around strip-joints and bars!
Well fine! But I’m leaving for
Katgina in 30 minutes!”
Van Eyck didn’t like the idea but didn’t stop her going, though he
did insist that one of his men, a man named Winters, drove her there.
Like the man
who had driven from the airport Winters drove fast. Too fast for safety Hilary thought, but she was too sour to say
anything. This sourness had been caused
by what one of the men had yelled at Winters as they boarded the 4x4.
“Looks like
you have first crack at her!”
Hilary had
shot a glance at Winters whose only response had been an embarrassed smile.
‘Jeez!’
thought Hilary, ‘They’re taking bets on who’ll be first to bed me!’
As the
vehicle sped along the dusty road Hilary had ruminated on this.
Their lust
wouldn’t be satisfied, that much was sure.
And not because of Hilary’s refusal.
Sooner or later Samuel Mbonga would slide into view and blackmail his
way into her bed. Seeing that she was
working with four white men made that a certainty. The sounds of her noisily making love (and Samuel would make sure
it was noisy) to a black African would extinguish any desire they had for her –
and probably destroy any vestige of respect.
Katgina was
further away than Hilary had believed.
It was late afternoon before their 4x4 rolled up outside the Governors’
residence – a ramshackle colonial building clearly in need of some
restoration. Winters seemed concerned
that there were several uniformed men hanging round ostentatiously playing with
their AK-47s.
The foyer
was full of people universally afflicted with an air of laziness. Soldiers and civilians, men and women all
loitered.
A soldier
showed Hilary into the Governor’s office.
At her suggestion Winters waited outside.
Hilary seated
herself and with the soldier standing silently behind her waited.
As she did
so Hilary’s eye wandered to the wall on her left. This was covered with photographs all of which featured a
formidable-looking middle-aged black man meeting various dignitaries and even
some celebrities.
After enough
time had passed for Hilary to wonder if she had been forgotten about the rear
door opened and in walked the man in the photos.
‘This must
be him’ thought Hilary, as she looked at the powerfully–built man in the dark
gray suit. He was about forty with,
graying hair at his temples.
“Good-day
Mr. Governor!” she said cheerily.
“You may
call me Umbatu,” said the man quietly, his stern features showing not a hint of
welcome.
The door
opened again. This time Hilary
recognized the person entering.
“Samuel!”
she exclaimed, then recovered her poise to add,
“How nice to
see you again!”
“Missy
Hilary!” grinned Samuel, “I is so pleased yo is here!”
“You are
better-looking in real-life than you appear on the television,” intoned
Governor Umbatu, in a matter-of-fact voice. “Quite attractive…for a white
woman.”
”Yes indeedy!” laughed Samuel to Hilary’s unease, “Missy Hilary is one
good-looking lady!”
Hilary found
the men’s manner rather rude. She
didn’t care to be judged just on her looks.
The Governor seemed much more polite on the phone.
She would
have said something if the next thing the Governor if it wasn’t for what he
said next.
“Good-looking…but
dumb!”
Swiftly
followed by;
“Seize her!”
As Hilary
rose from her chair the silent soldier moved forward and grabbed her arm.
“What the-!”
BLAM-BLAM-BLAM!
Hilary was
experienced enough to know gunfire when she heard it.
“What’s
happening?” she gasped.
“Lets go
see!” responded Samuel.
Samuel and
Umbatu went out into the lobby, followed by Hilary still in the grip of the
soldier. The room was considerably less crowded than before.
“Oh my God!
NO!” gasped a shocked Hilary.
There, lying
on his front was Winters. The back of
his head was missing and there were two blood patches on his back. Beneath him a mass of blood slowly
grew. Behind where he had been sitting
were three grinning soldiers, posing with their smoking pistols.
Umbatu
turned to Hilary, reached out one of his big hands and snatched off her St
Christopher necklace. While Hilary’s
mind struggled to grasp the situation he took hold of her wrist and removed her
watch and bracelet.
At Umbatu’s
grunt another soldier approached.
“Take
these,” he said in his deep voice, “Go to the prison and find a woman the same
size as this,” he jabbed a finger at Hilary, “Put these on her. Then kill her. Put the body and that of the white man in their vehicle. Push it down a ravine. And make sure it catches fire.”
“This is an
outrage!” gasped a horrified Hilary.
Umbatu ignored
her stomped and outside, followed by Samuel and the soldier with the struggling
blonde.
“You won’t
get away with this!” she persevered, “People know I came here!”
If Umbatu
were taking the slightest notice it would have been better. Instead Hilary gave the impression of been a
yapping poodle.
Once outside
in the bright sunshine two vehicles pulled up.
The first was a battered jeep into which Umbatu hopped in and it sped
off. The second vehicle was a stretched
white limousine, utterly out of place here in the heart of Africa. Hilary was bundled into the back while
Samuel went round the other side. The
interior was a roomy 12 foot long with seats at the back and lining the
sides. Hilary was sat in the middle of
the back seat – the soldier on her left and Samuel on her right. Another soldier came in behind Samuel and
sat in one of the side seats, AK-47 pointed at Hilary.
With a crash
of gears the lumbering vehicle moved off.
“You pig,
Samuel!” seethed Hilary, “You sold me out!”
“Indeedy!”
replied the South African, “For quite a pretty penny!”
As he spoke
he lit a cigarette. A cheap brand,
noticed Hilary.
“I met de
Governor at a conference in Bulawayo,” he continued, “Many dudes there wanted
yo killed!” then he paused before correcting himself, “Actually many dudes
there wanted yo fucked and then killed.”
He puffed on
his cancer stick before continuing.
“De Governor
said howdy-do and said he knew dat I knew yo.
I tells yo ol’Samuel almost shat his pants then and there!” he chuckled
at the memory, “But all he wanted was to nail yo himselfs like. I said I’d help. Then I is meeting Missy Suzi,” He winked, “Made a plan. And here yo is!”
Mention of
Suzi’s name jolted Hilary.
“Suzi?” she
asked, “Is she…?”
“Dead?” said
Samuel finishing her question, “Lets just say yo is about to experience what
she did!”
‘Poor Suzi!’
thought Hilary.
As it seemed
obvious that she was been taken somewhere to be murdered Suzi must be
dead. Hilary hoped the poor girl had
died quickly.
But from
what she’d seen thus far Hilary knew she hadn’t. If Suzi was dead she died a long agonizing demise.
Too angry to
talk to Samuel any more Hilary looked ahead.
It was possible to see out thru the driver’s windscreen to where
Umbatu’s jeep sped ahead. Bizarrely he
seemed constantly moving, in contrast to his earlier stoic persona. As Hilary watched she noticed the Governor
manically waving at ever passer-by, even blowing kisses at women and
babies. All his efforts had little
effect as hardly anyone bothered to respond.
After about
30 minutes the two vehicles turned off onto an even worse dirt-track. The heavy limo couldn’t cope with the
potholes and the passengers in the back were jolted and bumped about in a way
that under any other circumstances Hilary would have found comical. Worsening her mood was the realization that
the soldier sitting in the side seat had his eyes fixed on her bosom. As she heaved in response to yet another
pot-hole he licked his big Negroid lips in unison.
After an
interminable 20 minutes Hilary espied a structure on the road ahead. A guard tower and a wire fence suggested it
was some sort of military camp. As the limo swept in thru the gates Hilary took
in a group of boxy wooden buildings on her right, round to an area full of
dirty jeeps, trucks and bikes, then ahead a stone church. The dilapidated state showed that it no
longer had any religious use.
Clustered around the buildings were about two dozen African men in
military fatigues.
Isolated on
the left was a small bell-shaped hut, around 20 meters wide with a large wooden
door.
Ominously
the small windows appeared to have iron bars.
It was
outside this hut that the limo pulled up, the engine dying with a relieved
wheeze. Just ahead was parked Umbatu’s
empty jeep.
Hilary was
yanked out of her seat into the open.
The sight of her blonde head provoked an instant reaction from the
milling men who all sauntered over to check her out.
The big
wooden door of the hut swung open and out walked Umbatu. With an expectant look he
stared at the
assembled troops who dutifully broke into applause.
‘Clearly he
likes to be liked,’ thought Hilary, not liking him much herself.
“Be careful,
Missy Hilary!” hissed Samuel as he walked past, “Best not to let de Governor
knows we have been intimate-like!”
This was an
interesting development. Samuel was
clearly worried about something. Though
Hilary couldn’t for the life of her see how pointing at Samuel and yelling
“That guy fucked me!” would prove helpful.
Umbatu
milked the unenthusiastic acclaim of his men for longer than was seemly then
turned to face back into the hut.
“Out!” he
barked with a vicious snarl.
Nothing
happened for a moment and then someone emerged from the hut. She was white, she was crawling and she was
naked. Hilary gasped in horror as the
woman crawled over to where Umbatu stood.
“Please
master,” the women said in a tired, beaten voice, “How may I serve your cock
today?”
“Suzi!”
gasped Hilary as she finally recognized the owner of the short brown hair and
big swaying boobs.
At the sound
of her name Suzi turned slowly. As her
eyes met those of her friend she gave a sob and dissolved into tears.
“You
monster!” screamed Hilary, struggling to shake off the grip of the soldier who
held her.
Unexpectantly
Hilary stamped her heel onto the man’s foot and drove her elbow into his
belly. The instant she was free she
sprang forward to comfort Suzi.
“My God,
Suzi! What have they done to you?”
“Dat seems
obvious!” laughed Samuel.
Indeed it
was. Hilary looked into Suzi’s
tear-filled eyes.
Raped. Raped.
And raped again.
Umbatu
hissed at two soldiers who ran forward, grabbed Hilary’s arms and hauled her
back.
“You’ll pay
for this!” she snarled in impotent rage.
The object
of her anger ignored her. Instead he
turned to Samuel.
“Take your
payment.”
With a
gleeful chuckle Samuel moved up behind the kneeling brunette. From his pocket he produced a set of
handcuffs that he used to bind Suzi’s wrists behind her back. From another pocket out came a leash with a
metal chain. Pausing to smirk at Hilary
he affixed it round Suzi’s neck. Like
a proud owner of a prize-winning dog at Crufts Samuel then stood up, yanked on
the chain and kept yanking until his new pet got to her feet.
Hilary
couldn’t bring herself to watch as Samuel walked Suzi over to the limo so she
kept her head down and looked at the dirt.
“Down worry
Missy Hilary,” she heard Samuel laugh as he passed, “I’ll take good care of
her. So will Moses when he comes to say
hello.”
Too angry
and bitter to say anything Hilary saw Samuel push Suzi into the back of the
limo with an unnecessary foot on her backside.
Then the door slammed shut and the big vehicle drove off, taking Suzi to
an uncertain fate.
The only
white person now left in the camp turned to look at Umbatu but was surprised to
see him gone. For a couple minutes
Hilary stood around waiting for something to happen. Then Umbatu emerged from the hut.
‘What the
hell?’
The Governor
of Katgina was naked save for a flimsy loincloth and boots. In his hand he held a knobkerrie - a strong, short wooden club with a heavy rounded knob on
one end. On his back he appeared to
have a rucksack.
“Bit early
for pantomime, isn’t it?”
Hilary’s
flippancy clearly irritated the black man, moved towards her.
“Now we
play!” he announced, “You will run and I will hunt you!”
“Run?” asked
Hilary incredulously, “Where the hell to?”
“Twenty
miles from here,” Umbatu replied, pointing off to the right, “Is a school run
by nuns. Get there and you can go free!”
The man was
clearly excited by his own plan.
“But if I
catch you,” he continued with relish in his voice, “You are MINE!”
“If you
think I’m going to play at safari you can fuck off!” said Hilary, keen to give
the impression she was not intimidated by this posturing bully.
Her
determination was currently been undermined by the man on her left who had
shifted his hand to her butt cheek and was gently squeezing.
Umbatu
looked at her with hatred, his dark eyes boring into hers.
“You will
play or I will give you to my men! I
don’t know what they will do to you but I guarantee you will be dead by
morning!”
Umbatu may
not have known what the several dozen men would do to her, but Hilary had no
doubts. The leers, the licking of lips,
the looks of undisguised lust all made it obvious. The two or three putting their hands down the front of their
pants was an unnecessary confirmation.
From the
look on the face of his prey Umbatu guessed that she’d changed her mind.
“I will give
you 20 minutes start! Then I will
hunt!”
The whole
scheme seemed like a trick but as the men holding her released their grip the
urge to run boiled up in Hilary.
She set off
at a jog, expecting the sickening thud of a bullet in the back at any
second. She reached the gate, stopped
and looked back. All the men were
watching her but none had moved.
In a sudden
burst of nervous energy Hilary shot off along the dirt track out of the
camp. She ran at a blistering pace form
several hundred meters until she breathless and suffering form an ache in her
side. Again she looked back, again the
men were immobile. She looked off to
her right where Umbatu had indicated the school was. All Hilary could see was the wide expanse of savannah giving way
to a heat haze.
‘Oh well,’
she sighed and headed off into the wasteland.
Several
miles further along the road Hilary had just left the limo containing Samuel
and Suzi sped along. The black African
reclined on the back seat, his new toy on her knees in front of him. She was so dispirited by whatever Umbatu had
done to her that she just sat there head bowed. There was no need for Samuel to keep a firm hold on her leash but
he did so all the same, just because it made him feel good.
As the limo
hit a pothole Samuel’s foot flew up and kicked back one of the side seats. A mental light bulb flicked on in his
brain. If the side seats could be
pushed up there’d be more room on the floor…
“Urk!” Suzi
gasped as Samuel pulled on her leash.
With a
sudden movement the black man roughly shoved her backwards. Impeded by her bonds Suzi’s fat ass
cushioned her fall as she landed on her back.
As she sprawled about on the floor Samuel moved between her bare legs.
“UM-UM!” he
giggled as he grabbed Suzi’s tits, “I is wanting to feel theses de moment I saw
‘em! Nice of dat pompous prat Umbatu to
leave ‘em in such nice condition!”
Suzi
whimpered pitifully as Samuel licked one of her teats.
“Arghh! Arghhhh!
No!” she suddenly exclaimed as her assailant bit down.
“Please! Samuel, please!”
“Samuel?” he
said, “No. No. You will call me ‘Master’!”
“Master! Please!” Suzi dutifully yelled out.
Any relief
Suzi felt as Samuel moved back was swiftly dispelled as she saw him take his
erect cock in his hand and position it at her snatch.
"Oh God...," she gasped as she closed
her eyes, knowing there was nothing she could do as Samuel’s manhood entered
her.
Above her Suzi could hear her rapist chuckling
as he started humping her.
Samuel fucked Suzi hard and fast, seizing her
big tits as he banged away. The bucking
of the limo as it sped along added to his pleasure.
“Eyes on the road!” he snarled as he caught
sight of the driver watching wide-eyed via his mirror the fornicating at the
back.
“Ahh…,” Suzi moaned as Samuel thrust deeper
into her.
He moved out of her and then back in as she whimpered and squirmed beneath him. His victims’ whimpering and those fabulous boobies bouncing away drove him to hump faster and faster. Until…
“Ahhhh! Yessss!” he yelled as he came, ramming into
her as much as he could.
Then he
withdrew and with a satisfied sigh sank back into his seat to regale his
conquest. She was panting and sobbing,
still flat on her back, her tits heaving magnificently as her lungs fought for
air.
“Urk!” she
gasped again as Samuel took hold of her leash and yanked her close.
“Lick it
clean, you piece of shit!” he barked, taking his deflating dick in his hand and
pointing the cum-covered tip at her mouth.
A snarl and
another tug later and that little pink tongue appeared and got to work.
“Good girl…”
Samuel cooed, gently stroking Suzi’s brown hair, “Be nice to master and
master’ll be nice to yo!”
Feeling
utterly content Samuel Mbonga contemplated life and British pussy. Missy Suzi was a good-looking babe but she
wasn’t a beauty like Missy Hilary. But
she had big tits, and big tits are worth a lot. It was also obvious that whatever Umbatu had done to her had left
her devoid of any spirit – as biddable as a lamb. In contrast to Missy Hilary who was as feisty as a tigeress, even
when forced into sex (a facet of their love-making that really turned Samuel
on). It would be interesting to see
just how much they could get this brunette to do. How far into the depths of depravity she would go. He would definitely get Moses to come and
visit. If there was one thing that boy
was good at it was depravity!
He worked
his cock to dribble out more fuck-slime and grinned as Suzi licked away.
Hilary had
jogged for about 2 miles across the savanna before the heat compelled her to
stop and rest. Sweat covered her
forehead and matted her hair when she tried to wipe it away. The sandals she’d put on that morning
were’nt really suitable for a marathon.
Contemplating the rest of her outfit made her feel worse. Cream-colored cargo pants and a brilliant
white blouse were great for reflecting heat but in this situation made Hilary
feel that she could be seen miles away.
“This is
madness!” she panted.
At the camp
Hilary had seen around 50 troops with trucks, jeeps and motorbikes. She could even recall the barking of
dogs. The idea that she could outrun
all that over a twenty mile course seemed impossible. Even if she could she only had the worthless word of Umbatu that
the school actually existed. She could
well be running into the wilderness!
The terrain
was no help either. This wasn’t jungle
Africa. Instead it was sandy-colored
dirt interspersed with bush, rocks and the odd tall tree. Hiding would be impossible.
Then a
brainwave!
Hilary would
need transport to get out of this mess.
Transport like at the camp. The
camp would be the last place Umbatu and his henchmen would expect her to
go. She could go there by a roundabout
route, wait till dark and sneak in to steal a vehicle.
“Yes!” she
exclaimed in triumph.
Let them
roam the countryside looking for her.
Hilary Irvine would use her cleverness to get home! (Or at least the British embassy in Lagos)
The driver
of Samuel’s limo was as pissed off as he was erect - and he was very
erect. The damned foreigner had had
that white goddess on the end of his dick all the way from the camp to his
villa and not once had he offered to share!
Selfish
shit!
He’d find a
way to pay him back!
“Oooof!”
Something
hit Hilary on the right side of her upper back and sent her sprawling, winding
her as she fell. She just about managed
to stick out an arm to break her fall.
Sucking in air she rolled over onto her back.
There,
standing on a rock barely ten foot away…,
‘It can’t
be!’ flashed thru Hilary’s mind…
…was the
massive figure of Umbatu, silhouetted against the setting sun.
“Your race
is run,” he intoned, “And you have lost!”
As he jumped
down Hilary struggled to her feet. In
the corner of her eye she caught sight of what had hit her – the
knobkerrie. With a swift move she
grabbed it.
Umbatu had
taken up a combat pose about ten feet away.
He seemed to be alone.
He leapt
towards her and in a mild panic Hilary swung the club at him. Somehow it hit his arm, forcing him to the
left as the blonde jumped back. He came
on again, feigned to close on her and seized her weapon as she swung too early.
For a moment they struggled for control of it, then with a savage grunt of
triumph, Umbato wrenched it out of Hilary’s hand and threw in into the
darkness.
Thinking her
beat Umbatu became over-confident when he made a crude grab for her. He grasped at thin air as Hilary first
dodged and then hit him in the face.
Krak!
She wasn’t
strong enough to do more than sting him but used his confusion to kick out and
catch his knee.
Ooof!
Down he
went.
Hilary was
so stunned at her apparent victory that she didn’t know what to do. Then she turned to run. She didn’t make 10 yards before Umbatu
barreled into her from behind, forcing both into the dirt. Winded Hilary was helpless as Umbatu pulled
her to her feet and slammed her into a nearby tree.
“Arghhhh!”
Pain erupted
in her shoulder as Hilary crashed into bark.
The impact
spun her round and as she staggered backwards Umbatu fly-kicked into her belly
forcing her to flop down onto her butt.
As her head whirled the African was on her, driving a fist into her
mid-riff.
Vomit flew
out of Hilary’s mouth in a torrent.
Umbatu barely missing getting covered as Hilary rolled onto all-fours
and emptied her stomach. When she’d
finished she flopped back onto her back and gasped for breath. Thru her dazed vision she could make out her
opponent moving between her legs.
“Wha?”
Her pants
were been ripped open and pulled down.
The beating
has taken all the fight out of her so when she felt Umabtu grabbing her
knickers all she could manage was a feeble ‘No…no…’
For the
first time since she’d met him Hilary saw Umbatu smile as he caught sight of
her neatly-trimmed pussy, his row of bright white teeth topped by his maniacal
brown eyes. She tried to rise but a
shove into her tender belly pushed her down as Umbatu whipped off his loincloth.
Hilary
groaned as she saw Umbatu take his cock in his hand. The fighting (or was it the beating?) had clearly stimulated him
as he prepared to exert the victors’ rights of conquest.
“Uhhhhh!”
gasped Hilary as she felt herself been roughly entered.
Grinning in triumph Umbatu pushed into her
until his pelvis was touching hers, raised himself slightly, and then watched
as his black throbbing manhood moved out of her tight opening.
He looked into her eyes and her sweat covered
brow furrowing into ridges of pain and then thrust deeper into her.
Hilary tried to move from under him but it
was no use. It was though the cock that
filled her had her pinned her body to the ground like a Zulu assegai.
“Ahhhh!” the helpless victim whimpered,
swiftly replaced by a panicking “No, no, no!” as that black spear started
a-humping.
“You….are…mine!” spat Umabtu in time to his
thrusts, “Mine….mine …MINE!”
Acting as a ghastly accompaniment to his
words were Hilary’s helpless gasps. She
could fill her eyes filling with tears.
Then Umbatu plunged it in as deep as he
could, stopped, and held her tight against him.
“No….,”
He held it to the last second, and then
exploded into his victim, keeping his thrusts going to shoot as much of his
man-muck into her as possible. This brought
forth Hilary’s tears, cascading down her cheeks as more and more sperm entered her.
Finally, after one more deep thrust, Umbatu
fired his last load and collapsed on top of her.
Fucker and fucked lay still for a moment as
the black man’s cock slowly receding from the white woman’s conquered
body.
Hilary gave in to sobbing in shame and
humiliation as Umbatu moved off from her, his cum still dripping from her
cunt.
In something of a daze Hilary felt herself
been turned onto her belly, sensed her blouse and bra been cut off. When she felt the cool night air on her
breasts Hilary tried to react but was immediately aware that her wrists were
cuffed. Trembling she watched as Umbatu
removed her sandals and flung them away.
Hilary had the strange image that she was been stripped like a hunter
would skin his latest kill.
The captor stood looking down at her for a
moment then reached some sort of decision of moved to grab her. Forlornly trying to wriggle away Hilary was
picked up by her armpits and held up against a tree.
“Arggghhhh!” she grimaced as she felt the
rough bark cutting into her bare back.
After she blinked it was to see Umbatu
between her legs, pinning her to the tree while he lifted her calves up and
apart.
“NO!” Hilary gasped as Umbatu shoved his
stiffening dick into her again.
The previous assault had juiced her up. In no time at all Umbatu got down to the
short strokes.
“Pig!
Monster! Animal!” Hilary panted
in involuntary rhythm to her rape.
She was crying now in genuine pain, as
Umbatu’s humping ground her back up and down against the bark. The sticky sensation of blood could be felt
on her back
When he came he made sure that he pumped as
much muck into as he was able, then withdrew leaving Hilary to flop forwards
face first into the dirt. As she gasped
the air Umbatu produced another pair of cuffs and secured her ankles.
The black rapist stood up and, with scarcely
any effort, flung his bound prey captive over his shoulder.
“Oh-Ah!” she gasped as Umbatu held her steady
by taking a firm hold of her buttcheek, his fingertips almost at her shithole.
Thus secured Hilary was carried off into the
night.
After an interminable time as Umbatu’s
helpless baggage Hilary realized that they were back at the camp. Hubbub indicated that several soldiers had
come to greet them. Hilary closed her
eyes but could do the same to her ears as ribalry seemed to surround her.
“Got her, boss!”
“Got her and nailed her!”
“Great work, boss! Yo da man!”
“Took time, eh? Better hunt then the last one?”
“Better hunt, better cunt!”
Were some of the comments Hilary couldn’t
avoid hearing, but mostly they were laughing.
Laughing at her.
She had another unsettling hunter image -
that of the dominant male satisfying his desires then throwing the used carcass
to the rest of the pack.
Then Hilary seemed to be flying, then
bouncing, then still. She opened her
eyes to see that they were inside a building.
A building with round walls – it must be the one she’d seen when they
arrived.
Umbatu removed the cuffs and, after a
disdainful look, walked out. Surprised
Hilary heard the sound of a lock been turned.
“Welcome Blondie!”
Hilary turned sharply to see two black
soldiers at one of the barred windows.
One was chubby with a round jolly face and lots of teeth. The other thinner with a leery look on his
rat-like face.
“I’m Sarge!” continued the chubby one, then
jabbed a thumb at the other, “This heres be Corp!”
Corp looked at Hilary with a sneering upper
lip.
“We met earlier,” said Sarge, “I was the
lucky dude who got to pump yo juicy butt before you went for yo little run!”
Hilary could nt recall the man’s face. The subsequent events clouding her memory.
“We’ll be looking after you during yo
stay! Bringing de food! Emptying de bucket!”
“Keeping yo nice and clean for when da Boss
wants to nail yo white pussy,” added Corp in a drawling voice.
“Your Boss is a kidnapper, a murderer and a
rapist!” said Hilary in a bitter, haughty tone.
This brought guffaws from both men. Hilary found their crude familiarity irksome
in the extreme. And she’d just realized
she was utterly naked and that they appeared to be addressing their comments to
her boobs.
“If you don’t like getting raped now, you
soon will!” laughed Sarge, “Cos the Boss be banging your brains out on a
regular basis from nows on!”
“Not that you got much brains…,” sneered
Corp. “Tell her how dumb she is.”
“Now, now, Corp,” chided Sarge, “Blondie was
too busy enjoying taking touched up to realise I’d also popped a tracker into
her butt pocket!”
The men paused and waited for a reaction…
“She do now!” laughed Sarge as he saw the
look of surprise on the white woman’s face, “See ya, Blondie!”
The men’s faces disappeared as they walked
off into the darkness.
Now alone Hilary seethed in indignation. That was how Umbatu had caught up with her in
the gloom – she was inadvertently carrying a tracking device! For all his posturing about hunts and
combats he was a cheat. She’d never had
a chance of escape!
And as she sat in her cell all alone all
Hilary could look forward was the dawn and its threat of rape.
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Part three in 2008
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