Now alone Hilary collapsed in tears, sobbing her heart out. Sobbing because she’d been kidnapped, beaten, and raped. And because her future seemed to only hold more of the same.
After a tearful while Hilary had cried herself out. So she wiped away hers tears and took a deep breath.
“Today has been shit,” she sighed out loud, “But tomorrow is another day!”
With that determined thought she climbed onto the mattress, pulled the coarse woolen blanket over, and swiftly dozed off.
The next day brought two surprises. Firstly the sun was well up in the sky before Hilary woke up. Clearly exhaustion had overruled her terror. Secondly Umbatu did come to visit and exert his ownership rights over her body. Not that day and indeed nor the next.
In the absence of a homicidal rapist Hilary had the opportunity to study her surroundings. Dominating the circular space was a large double bed with a pillow and a coarse woolen blanket. Looking from the doorway, to the left were two buckets – one serving as a toilet the other with clean water for washing. Moving round was a TV with a video recorder. Hilary tried to watch but the thing seemed stuck on some Nigerian channel. She watched for a while until the news came on but there was no mention of her disappearance. On the other side of the bed was a dressing table with a large oval mirror. A rickety chair completed the furniture.
Strewn about the place were several Nigerian women’s magazines.
The dressing table had two drawers. The left was stuffed with makeup of all sorts – a female shaver, hair products, lipstick, blusher, perfume…for all colors of women in the world. Hilary rummaged thru and was momentarily thrilled to discover a nail file. But an attempt to use it to on the bars of a window proved fruitless – the file became more damaged than the bar and the screeching noise seemed fit to wake the dead. A second rummage produced a hair clip. Hilary used it in an attempt to pick the lock of the heavy wooden door. In the movies this seemed easy but no matter how Hilary twisted the clip it had absolutely no effect.
The drawer on the right was also stuffed – with clothing, in the flimsiest sense of the word. Baby doll nighties, bras and knickers. All silky, lacy and almost see-thru. Against her feminist instincts Hilary put on a dark blue pair of panties with black lace, together with matching nightie that barely reached down to past her peachy butt.
“I look like a Parisian whore!” she said out loud as she examined herself in the mirror.
Dressing like a whore was better than remaining stark naked in a camp of over fifty men.
The only human contact Hilary had was with Sarge and Corp who took it in turns to bring her food and attend to the buckets.
Sarge clearly thought himself the jolly funny type. However his comments were of such crudity – focusing on his desire to fuck Hilary’s blonde pussy, her tight butt, her pouty mouth, her milky white tits – that the object of his lustful desire found nothing funny in him.
Corp said less but Hilary found him the more hateful. There was something sinister in the way he looked at her – always a sideways sneering look. When he talked it was always in an attempt to instill some fear in her, telling her that Umbatu was coming to rape her, to kill her, to throw her to the wolves.
Finding both their conversation skills lacking Hilary did her best to ignore them when they entered. She chose to sit in her chair attending to her hair, doing her best to convey the impression that she regarded Sarge and Corp as her servants. The rotund Sarge seemed disappointed, Corp even more venomous.
After over two days of this Hilary was actually starting to feel a little bored. The TV only seemed to broadcast inane game-shows and some soap opera where everyone screamed at everyone else. The magazines where exactly the sort of publication she despised, full of features about hair (usually braiding) and articles with titles like ‘How to drive your man wild in bed!’
As it grew dark on the third day of her captivity Hilary’s boredom was ended in the worst possible way – Umbatu turned up.
Hilary was sitting in the chair when she heard a jeep pull up outside. Instinctively she knew. There was the sound of a key been turned and then the door was flung open. Umbatu, dressed in a gray suit, stood in the doorway for a moment, then strode in.
As he entered Hilary stood up. This day she’d chosen a dark red nightie with pink knickers. Her heart started beating faster. The rush of cool night air that had come in with Umbatu hardened her nipples. This worried her, the worry making her think them harder. She glanced in the mirror.
‘God, my tits look fantastic! Think unsexy thoughts!’
Umbatu slammed the door behind him and stood looking at the blonde, white woman for a long minute. Hilary couldn’t read his face. Was it a look of hate, contempt, desire, lust?
“Strip!” he barked.
Hilary swallowed hard. She’d given considerable thought to how she would react in this situation. It would be wonderful to knock Umbatu out, race outside, grab a vehicle and speed away to freedom. Wonderful but impossible. Umbatu had already shown that he was stronger than her and outside were too many armed men. Right now he wanted to fuck her, not kill her. If she resisted she would undoubtedly suffer physical harm.
She took a deep breath, pulled her nightie over her head and flung it aside. Avoiding meeting Umbatu’s eye she stuck her thumbs in her panties and pushed them down. With her bare foot she moved them to one side. Now looking up Hilary was slightly surprised to note that Umbatu hadn’t watched her strip but was himself undressing.
“On the bed!” he commanded.
Hilary sighed, but complied.
“Spread your legs!” was the next order.
Hilary lay back and moved her legs apart, exposing her sex to the watching black man.
As he advanced Hilary noticed that he was aroused – his stiffening member in his hand. She gritted her teeth, closed her eyes and awaited his assault.
“Ohhh!” she gasped as Umbatu stuck his forefinger into her most intimate hole, then grabbed her legs to drag her toward him.
“Ahhh!” swiftly followed as Umbatu’s member entered her.
Hilary panted and felt sweat forming on her brow as cock worked it way deeper into her. She planted the palms of her hands down by her side and seized the mattress and tried to regulate her breathing.
Another sound invaded her ears. The sound of…amusement.
Puzzled Hilary looked to her right and gasped as she saw several Negro heads watching the sex thru the bars of the window, Sarge amongst them. They were sniggering, laughing and nodding in time to the thrusting she could now feel between her legs.
“Go, Boss!”
“Bone the bitch!”
Hilary wrenched her head round to the window on her left. More spectators, more laughter. She couldn’t see it but at the other window behind her she felt certain was more of the same.
She looked up to see the grunting shape of the naked Umbatu getting down to the short strokes and let out a sob. It was bad enough been forced into sex, but having a dozen men watching her made things worse. She imagined most military camps showed films to entertain the troops. Here ‘The Humping of Hilary Irvine’ seemed the best show in town.
Umbatu came. Hilary felt his seed spraying inside her, felt him hump away to deposit as much of his load as he could. Thankfully he then withdrew, pulling some spunk out to dribble down out of her snatch. Hilary felt a sigh of relief, rolled onto her side and instinctively pulled her legs up together.
If Umbatu had an audience there was no doubt that the abuse would continue. Hilary steeled herself for the next command, sure that Umbatu’s sick mind would conjure up some act of depravity to force upon her, some new humiliation, some…
He’d gone.
He’d got dressed and walked out.
Confused Hilary looked toward the windows. The men were drifting away. The rape – the entertainment - was over.
Umbatu didn’t turn up the next day. The only abuse Hilary received was from the tongues of Sarge and Corp. Sarge loudly asserted that if he was Umbatu Hilary would have been banged all night long in every hole.
“In de morning yo wouldn’t be able to walk!”
Hilary ignored him. But the comments of Corp stung her.
“You’re a real bitch, ain’t ya? Strutting about the place, pretending you’re a lady. Then when Umbatu comes you’re flat on your back begging for his cock! Your friend with the tits at least put up a fight. Man, how she’d scream an’ beg an’ scream some more! But not you! You’re a grade-one cock-tease bitch whore, like all your kind!”
Hilary shot him an angry look.
“There’s shit in that bucket!” she yelled in the haughtiest tone she could muster, “Get rid of it!”
Corp made to respond but before he could Hilary yelled,
“Get on with it, you servant!”
Now she had stung him and he gave her a filthy look as he left, bucket in hand. Hilary forced herself to grin at him, a small victory in a war she appeared to be losing.
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Umbatu returned two days later. The session went much the same as before. At his first word - “Strip!” – Hilary whipped off her panties, hopped onto the bed and spread herself for mounting. Umbatu duly obliged, without another word and with little preamble he stuck his cock inside and started thrusting. Trying to ignore the laughter of the watching audience Hilary gritted her teeth and waited for the inevitable sensation of his blast of cum. This soon arrived and Umbatu withdrew after a final thrust to shoot as much into his victim as possible.
Hilary watched him as he dressed. As he pulled on his jacket he shot her a look of utter contempt and left. The blonde lay back, shaking.
‘Should I resist?’ she thought, ‘Am I betraying women everywhere by letting him take me?’
“Have I become his whore?” she said out loud.
After some time composing herself Hilary tried to understand Umbatu’s motives. From her past, painful experience whenever she had found herself in the power of men they’d taken great delight in using and abusing her. According to various websites around the globe Hilary Irvine was hot stuff – one of the most desirable women on the planet. Yet Umbatu was content to shot his muck and depart.
Wham-Bam-Thank-You-M’am.
He didn’t seem to derive much pleasure from what he did to her.
He hadn’t even wanted his cock sucked!
It was all a puzzle.
“What’s wrong with me!?” she said, slapping her forehead, “Am I complaining that I’m not getting raped hard enough?”
Two days later Umbatu’s entrance seemed to portend a change. He wasn’t alone. Sarge and Corp followed him in. Behind them came a woman. Negro, aged about 30, wearing a red and yellow robe complete with a matching headdress that made her appear taller than even Umbatu.
‘Jeez’, thought Hilary as she stood up, ‘Now what? A lesbo gang-bang?’
To her surprise Umbatu picked up the chair and parked it in front of the TV.
“Sit!” he barked.
Hilary consented.
Sarge was fiddling with the VCR. When he had finished he tossed a remote control to his boss who made himself comfortable on the bed. Umbatu pressed a switch and the TV came to life.
In the center of the screen was a naked white woman. At first Hilary thought that there was a problem with the TV for the picture appeared to be upside-down. Then she realized that it was the woman who was upside-down – suspended by her ankles. It also appeared that her hands were tied behind her back. The suspended girl swayed slightly as she wriggled like a woman on a fishhook.
From the left of the screen a man approached the woman. He was black and naked. He stood before her, his crotch at the level of her head.
To Hilary’s professional eye it seemed that no one was working the camera. It was obviously in a fixed position, probably a tripod.
The man seemed to be just standing in front of the suspended woman, but then Hilary peered closer….
“C’mon baby,” he could heard whispering, “please yo master.”
As he started moving his hips it was obvious what he was doing – fucking her face.
From the right another man entered view. He was also a naked black man, slightly smaller than the first. He was carrying a chair that he plonked down and climbed atop.
“Lets make this bitch twitch!” he laughed revealing a stick in his hand.
KRAK!
With no more a-do he slammed the stick into the back of the calves of the white girl.
“Yes! Yes! You bitch!” screamed the man, manically laughing.
With a jolt Hilary recognized that hateful laughter. Moses. The man getting his dick sucked was also now obvious. Samuel Mbonga. Which meant that the poor girl screaming round the cock in her mouth could only be…
“I have no desire to watch this,” Hilary announced turning away from the screen, “Its sick!”
“You should watch,” responded Umbatu in a tone of surprising smoothness, “You’ll like the next bit.”
He noticed that Hilary was fixing her gaze on the floor.
“Corp!” he said, switching the TV off, “If she doesn’t watch grab her ears and make her!”
Corp moved up behind the seated blonde. She had no doubt he would enjoy any opportunity to inflict pain on her so Hilary turned to face the TV. As she did so Umbatu made the picture re-appear.
The scene was as before. Suzy tied up upside–down with Samuel’s cock in her mouth and the repeated lashings of Moses’ stick on her legs. Samuel seized her head and worked it back and forth on his manhood.
KRAK!
Moses was relentless, foaming at the mouth with excitement. Hilary noticed that his cock was throbbing, making it look like a black snake swinging between his legs.
KRAK!
Suddenly there was extra light from off-screen on the left.
“Black Bastards!” screamed a man’s voice.
BLAM-BLAM!
Moses was thrown back and out of screen-shot.
Samuel stopped and turned to face the left.
“Gennelmens! Pleas-!”
BLAM-BLAM!
This second fusillade hit Samuel in the belly, throwing him down to the floor, just out of sight of the camera. Blood had splattered onto Suzy’s tits and face. For a moment she swung there silently, then started emitting a whining noise.
“Check ‘em!” said a voice in a strange accent.
A figure moved across the TV screen.
“Dead. Both of ‘em!”
“You trigger-happy fuckers! Now they won’t talk!”
That was van Eyck’s voice!
Another figure moved into sight, so close to the camera he blocked most of the view out.
“Who is it?”
Van Eyck again.
“The brunette,” came the reply.
“Well, that’s just fucking great!”
CLUNK!
Something, probably a foot, had caught the camera and sent it falling. Now it looked like the naked Suzy was horizontal, floating in mid-air.
CLUNK!
The picture was lost, replaced by static. Desperately Hilary stared at the screen, hoping for a picture to re-emerge. But nothing did.
As Corp went to switch off the telly Hilary’s mind was whirring, trying to assimilate what she’d just seen, what it meant, what would likely happen next...
“I thought Mbonga was smart,” Umbatu intoned, cutting across Hilary’s trail of thought, “But he was dumb. He an’ his friend fucked Suzy Hughes all the day and all the night. I reckon the sound of all that fucking woke the neighbors. Neighbors told friends. Friends told their friends. Told your friends.” He paused. “You saw what happens.”
Indeed she had. Samuel was dead, with Moses copping it as a bonus. If Hilary could ever find herself out of her current predicament she’d no longer fear been blackmailed into sharing her bed with that South African snake.
“Suzy Hughes is back in London,” continued Umbatu, “I had a word with someone in the Interior Ministry. They talked to your friends. Here in Nigeria we don’t like mercenaries. Especially white ones that go round shooting blacks. Your mercenaries have also left the country.”
‘Well, thank God Suzy is safe!’ thought Hilary.
But her mind had moved on. If Suzy was in London she’d be free to talk. Free to tell the world that she’d been kidnapped by the Governor of Katgina. (If she wished to leave out the weeklong rape that’ll be fine by Hilary) Suzy had also seen Hilary before Samuel whisked her away. By now the British government should know who abducted ace BBC reporter Hilary Irvine and have a fair idea where she was! British Special Forces could be watching this building right now, waiting for the moment to storm in and free her!
Hilary was so excited she dared not turn to Umbatu, least her thoughts be somehow transmuted into his mind. But surely he’d realized these things? Realized the game was up?
“Seize her!”
Before she could react Corp grabbed Hilary’s arm. Sarge lumbered over to take hold of the other one. Together the two black soldiers pulled her to her feet and dragged her over to the bed.
‘They’re gonna kill me!’ flashed thru Hilary’s mind as she started to struggle.
“Ooooof!” she gasped as she was flung on the mattress.
As she struggled to get up her ankles were grabbed and, together with the hold on her wrists, Hilary found herself pinned down.
“Grrrrr! Gerrof! This is wrong!”
The African woman move into view. In the excitement of watching the video Hilary had forgotten all about her. In her hand the woman had a green bottle, which she now opened.
‘Poison!’ thought the desperate blonde, ‘They’re gonna poison me!”
The black woman moved closer, the bottle poised.
“You want her naked, Boss?” asked an excited Sarge.
“Wha?”
Now Umbatu clamped his hand on Hilary’s chin and tried to wrench her mouth open. She resisted as best she could, gritting her teeth. But then Umbatu used his free hand to pinch her dainty nose, closing the nostrils. Pressure increased inside her heaving chest but still she resisted.
“Hurt her!” barked the African leader.
“Argghhhh!” screamed Hilary as her left nipple was viciously tweaked – Corp enjoying the job.
“Again!”
“Argghh-ulp-cough!”
At her second scream of pain the African woman was ready and emptied a significant portion of the potion.
Hilary tried to cough the warm liquid up, but both Sarge and Corp pulled her legs apart and the sudden strain caused her to swallow.
Now sputtering Hilary found her free of any man-holds. Her head started spinning as she writhed on the bed. The room seemed to start spinning as well, several black faces looking down on her as she went faster and faster. Sweat was forming on her brow, her heartbeat increased, her breathing became panting.
‘Uhhhh..,’ she thought, ‘Not so bad. Dying isn’t so bad….’
People were moving round her. A bright light shone in her face, into her eye.
“Awwww!” she protested.
Hilary didn’t like that. It spoiled things. She had been starting to feel better, to feel happy.
The light pulled back.
That was better.
Happiness returned. Hilary felt the urge to giggle. Around her she could hear laughter. That was nice.
Happy. Happy.
Hilary reached down between her legs. She moved upward and pushed her hand down into her knickers.
“OOOhhhhh….,” she giggled.
It wasn’t just happiness she was feeling. Something else. Something naughty.
“I feel….I….feel….,” she started to say, but couldn’t get the word out.
She clawed open her nightie and rubbed her tits. Her fab, bouncy titties. Mmmmm.
“HORNY!” she screamed, “I FEEL SO FUCKING HORNY!”
At the bottom of the bed was a man, just what she needed. Black, muscular and undressing. Hilary licked her lips in anticipation.
At secondary school there had been this black boy in the basketball team. Hilary and a couple girlfriends had watched him play a couple of times.
“Look at the size of him!” Jenny Stokes had squealed.
“Phwoaaar!” had been Martine Waddells earthier comment.
Hilary herself hadn’t said much, but she’d looked. Gazed in wondrous delight at the black mamba swinging in those oh-so-tight shorts, wanted to be sprayed in the face by that untamable beast!
The black at the bottom of the bed moved towards her as she panted in desire. Hilary lay back and parted her legs. Her hand moved to lubricate her most intimate region.
“C’mon Big Boy!” she gasped throatily, “I’m here to be fucked!”
Then he was on her, in her.
“Uhhhh! Yessss! Me like!”
She could feel the throbbing, ribbed cock penetrating further, and she wanted more.
“Uhhh…,” she groaned, rocking her hips back and forth to help that delightful organ get in more.
This was followed soon by;
“Uh-uh-uh-uh!” as the African got down to the short strokes.
“YES! Oh YES!” she screamed as the sensation of hot cum spraying into her womb engulfed her.
This boy knew what’s what as he continued thrusting as she gasped in time.
“Noooo..,” the blonde groaned as the chocolate-colored sex organ was withdrawn, dribbling cum onto the bed.
“Wha? No! I want more! Fuck me more!” Hilary said in disappointment as the man rolled over onto his side.
She knew her body was hot. Her ass pert, her tits firm.
But what was the point of a hot bod if there wasn’t an endless supply of Negro men to nail it?
In wanton desperation Hilary looked round the room. Though feeling a touch woozy she could make out that there were at least two other men about the place. Black men with those delicious black cocks she loved so much!
“C’here!” she laughed jabbing out a hand to seize a groin.
“Back off!” yelled a powerful voice, “She is MY meat!”
“Nooo!” Hilary shrieked in anguish as her hand was slapped away.
“If you want me to beg, then I’ll beg!” she screamed.
She rolled back on the bed. The man who just fucked her was there. His cock wasn’t standing to attention but there was still some of that addictive fuck-slime at the end of his dick. Hilary crawled over, grabbed the beast and started working her tongue over the end. The man growled in appreciation.
Perhaps he could be useful again.
With a broad smile Hilary massaged his hairy balls. The smile broadened as the cock responded. More cum a-coming!
The bright light from earlier shone into her eyes. Hilary grunted in irritation. Her eyes focused to reveal that it came from a hand-held camera. The hand holding it was black. Black man. Black cock.
“Put that camera down!” Hilary pleaded, “Come here and fuck me!”
No response from him.
“Right!” said Hilary with determination to the man whose balls she was playing with, “If you’re too lazy to fuck me, lie back and I’ll fuck myself!”
With that she threw her leg over the man’s groin region, took his dick into her hand and lowered herself onto it.
“Now, Let’s fuck!”
It was light when Hilary Irvine awoke. She was flat on her back and naked. She was still in her cell-like home, still in this nightmare. From somewhere she could hear a woman groaning – doubtless some other poor wretch getting used and abused.
For some time she just lay there, neither her mind nor her body keen to move.
Eventually she rolled onto her side and pushed herself into a sitting position.
“Uhhhhh…,” she groaned.
Her brain seemed to be in a different time frame to the rest of her body. It moved slower and ached as it caught up. The far-off woman was screaming now, but Hilary was too sore to feel sympathy.
‘Oh shut up…’ she thought, ‘I’ve been raped repeatedly and don’t make that much noise!’
A bright light caught the corner of her eye. It was the TV screen. On and showing a film.
“YES! YES!” screamed the woman, whom Hilary now realized was not real but on the TV.
Dully Hilary took in the picture. A white woman with shortish blonde hair was performing oral sex on a standing black male. From all the squealing and slurping noises it was obvious she was enjoying it.
‘Jeez!’ thought Hilary, ‘Now they’re tormenting me by showing porno films!’
She clasped her fingers to her head to massage her temples. She had no idea what she’d be doing but whatever it was it had left her with a splitting headache.
Slowly she rose from the bed and approached the TV. By the time she got there the scene had moved on. Now the blonde was on her back, the black man positioning his cock between her tits.
“Yeah, Big Boy!” she gasped, massaging her boobs, “Fuck my tits!”
Hilary reached out to turn the TV off. Before she could the screen switched to show the woman’s face just as a blast of cum hit it.
“Yum-Yum!” she yelled rolling her tongue around to lick up as much muck as possible.
‘Slut…,’ thought Hilary.
Something familiar struck her so Hilary looked closer….closer at the woman’s face. She seemed to recognize…
“…oh dear God…”
It was her face. Her body, fucking. Fucking Umbatu. And she was loving it.
She stabbed a finger out to turn the TV off. The screen froze showing her face, gleeful and with cum dribbling down her chin. Then, thankfully, it went black.
“Haw-Haw-Haw!”
Hilary span round to see where the laughter had come from.
There at the window were the two laughing faces of Sarge and Corp. Sarge with his rotund face laughing so much he was almost in tears, the rat-like visage of Corp grinning.
“You cock-teasing slut!” roared Corp, “Loving it weren’t ya?”
“Oh yes! Yes!” gasped Sarge in what Hilary assumed was a parody of herself, “Please fuck me Mr. Umbatu, sir!”
“I was drugged!” protested Hilary, “There is no difference between what happened last night and rape!”
“Ain’t seen no raped girl get on her knees and lick up the spunk she didn’t swallow!”
Hilary couldn’t face any more of this so, shaking with rage, she made a point of turning her back on the two men, sitting down and tried to block out their insults.
“Reckon her white friends in London will enjoy watching her performance?”
This comment from Corp made her turn round - to his obvious satisfaction.
“What do you mean?” she asked, archly.
“You Westerners think we’re so dumb, don’t you?” he sneered, “Think we’re all dumb niggers who eat bananas all the day long?”
He paused to grin at her savagely.
“It may surprise you to learn that ol’ Umbatu has a plan,” he continued, “An’ you’re sex show is part of it!”
“Kidnapping people, drugging them and then raping them is hardly a brilliant plan!” snorted Hilary, “That video is sick! Sick!”
There was silence for a while.
“Where’s the British soldiers?” Corp asked with false sweetness.
“What do you mean?” Hilary asked, suddenly feeling breathless.
“You thought you’d be rescued by now, didn’t ya?” he smirked, “That your friend would have told the world where you are? That some kick-ass British soldiers would come to save you?”
Hilary’s heart seemed to have stopped. Something was desperately wrong here…
“But now if anyone asks where you are ol’Umbatu will get out the video and it’ll show that you is here and that you is having a perfectly lovely time!”
“That’s ridiculous!” stormed Hilary, “No-one will believe that! Its obvious I was drugged!”
“The only thing dat’s obvious is that yo have a serious black cock addiction!” laughed Sarge.
Hilary was shaking with indignation and concern. She struggled to find words to dispel what she was hearing. But she couldn’t. British soldiers had not come to rescue her, yet Suzy had been in London for, what, three days, maybe more…
“Want to hear the rest of Umbatu’s plan for you?” Corp sneered.
“Enjoying this aren’t you, you bastard?”
Corp merely smiled and let her wait for a bit.
“He’s gonna knock you up!”
This visibly jolted Hilary. In England that phrase meant something but surely not here…
“He’s gonna make yo a mammy!” Sarge burst out, “Put yo in the baby way!”
“T-That’s monstrous!” Hilary stammered, “It’s obscene. It’s…”
“You see, bitch,” said Corp expansively, “Umbatu is a political man. (He said ‘political’ like it was a word he’d just learned) There’s an election later this year. Now round here people vote for the man, not the policy. Umbatu thinks that if he takes a good-looking white girl round to the villages the poor folk’ll like him. Think he’s a big man. He’ll point at you and say ‘Look at who I have for a girlfriend! Look! She likes me so much she’s having my child!’ Poor folk’ll be impressed. Especially men poor folk.”
“Don’t worry, Blondie!” Sarge chimed in, “Yo won’t actually have the baby…”
“….on account that after showing you off Umbatu will tell the world that there has been a tragedy. You an’ the baby are dead,” continued Corp.
“As a result of having yo head chopped off!” finished Sarge, “Course he’ll say yo be falling down some stairs or something. But you’ll be past caring at that point!”
Hilary was too stunned by this revelation to say anything. Corp and Sarge made to saunter off.
“Eat well, Blondie!” yelled Sarge over his shoulder, “You’ll soon be eating for two!”
Now alone Hilary flumped down onto the bed, still suffering from the shakes.
This was monstrous. She’d heard of forced impregnation been used a political tool in the Balkans during the 1990s and even today in Darfur but it had never occurred to her that she, that her womb, would be such a target.
The more she thought about it the more horrific sense it made. It explained Umbatu’s restrained sex assaults. He didn’t rape her for gratification or to demonstrate his power over her. He did it to get her pregnant.
Hilary had never conceived before but she was fit and healthy. There was no reason to think she was infertile. If Umbatu continued humping her on a regular basis then her future was inevitable – a missed period, morning sickness, the swelling of her belly. Followed by a quick tour of the backwaters of northern Nigerian and a final date with a machete.
“I’ve got to get out of here!” she exclaimed, rather unnecessarily.
She cursed herself for her laziness, her complacency. She should have devoted every second of every minute to plotting escape. Instead, after a brief attempt, she’d done nothing but wait for the next fucking session.
Hilary’s mood darkened later, for would-be father of her child turned up.
She was sitting in the chair when he burst in. Swallowing hard she tried to compose herself as she turned to face him.
“Strip!” Umbatu barked, after briefing pausing to see if she’d do it herself.
Slowly Hilary got to her feet. Robot-like she pulled her nightie off over her head.
“W-would you l-like me to suck your c-cock?” she ventured, immediately hating herself for saying it.
“On the bed!” Umbatu ordered.
Hilary moved to the bed, not able to look at the African.
She heard him undressing, knew that his baby-making beast was about to be unleashed.
“Ohhh!” she gasped as she looked up to see him standing naked at the bottom of the bed.
Her eyes were drawn to his cock, hypnotized by the stiffening snake. To the wide-eyed blonde it seemed bigger than the last time she could remember, the sweat on the veins catching the light. Beneath the mamba swung Umbatu’s big, black hairy balls. Hilary imagined them full of potent cum, boiling, and with her name on it.
Umbatu ran his hands up Hilary’s bare legs, parting them. He moved toward her.
“No!” she implored as she caught sight of a wink of light from the end of the penis – pre-cum
Then she flung her head back down onto the bed, reached up and grabbed the headboard with both hands.
“Ahh….no….ahh,” she gasped as she felt him enter her.
She was going to be sick. She was going to vomit everywhere.
Umbatu ground his way in, withdrawing a bit then pushing in further. Hilary felt she was been conquered by a big fleshy battering ram. She tried to tighten her cunt as if such an action could push it out.
Umbatu was chuckling. In the past this bitch had pretended not to like his cock but he knew deep down she craved him. Today was different, there was a desperation about her. Submitting, yet resisisting. Hating, yet surrendering.
It was really turning him on.
“Uh-uh-uh-uh!” panted Hilary as Umbatu approached climax.
She was starting to sob now, tears falling down her cheeks. Then an anguished cry of defeat. In her mind she had this image of galleons of spunk pumping into her, millions of sperm swimming triumphantly into her womb.
As before Umbatu kept on humping as he withdrew, Hilary fully aware of the reason why.
Then he was out. And gone. In the past Hilary would have felt relief but not now.
Once she was certain she was alone Hilary rushed over to her bucket, scooped up some water and tried to wash as much spunk out her vagina as possible. Then she walked around the room in the hope that gravity would help her fight to stay childfree.
Fighting desperately against despair Hilary sat down and tried to make a plan. It was obvious she couldn’t escape by herself, she needed help. Corp clearly wouldn’t but Sarge might. He desired her that much was obvious. And when a man wants to fuck a woman the woman may have some power over him.
Hilary went to the dressing table and spent some time making herself look good. Lipstick, blush, eyeliner. Even some perfume, down her cleavage. A black outfit would look well against her pale skin so she put on a black negligee.
She was relived to see that it was Sarge who brought the afternoon meal.
“Good afternoon, Sarge!” se said pleasantly as she reclined on the bed.
“G’Day Blondie!” he responded, “Hope Umbatu didn’t nail your ass too hard this morning?”
“Not bad,” she lied, spreading her legs to reveal that she wasn’t wearing panties.
Sarge stopped dead and stared, eyes widening as Hilary fingered her pussy.
“Wha…er…phew!” he stammered, “Shame Umbatu won’t let anybody else have a crack at that…er…crack!”
“Hmmmm, Umbatu’s not bad but he’s not here enough…,” she rolled her fluttering eyes at Sarge, “…to satisfy.”
She moved to the side of the bed, rubbed her boobs and let out a low groan.
“The problem I have,” Hilary purred, “Is that I’m addicted. I think you know what to?”
“C-c-cock?” jabbered Sarge.
“Black cock,” she corrected.
Sarge’s eyes almost popped out of his fat head.
“Now look here, Blondie,” he chuckled, “You’re joking…right?”
“No joke,” she said firmly, “I need cock and I ain’t getting enough!”
She moved towards him, putting on an imploring look in her eyes and making her lower lip tremble.
“Sarge,” she announced, “I want, no, I need, to suck your big black cock!”
Sarge burst out laughing, then trailed off as he saw the serious look in the blonde’s face.
“Wait till midnight, then come here and that dick,” Hilary pointed at Sarge’s groin, “will go here!” her finger pointing at her mouth.
Sarge was too flustered to say anything and quickly left.
Hilary gave a sigh of relief. Playing the role of a slut was anti everything she stood for. But if it got Sarge in here later it was worthwhile.
Slowly she peeked out of the window. Sarge was talking to a group of soldiers, Corp amongst them. Hilary couldn’t hear what was been said but Sarge was clearly been very animated. Corp suddenly looked in her direction and Hilary ducked down out of sight. By the time she summoned up the nerve to look again the men had gone.
The rest of the day was interminable. Corp brought the evening meal. Hilary ignored him, he her. Darkness came. The men in the camp were having a raucous time somewhere and Hilary saw a couple staggering around drunk. Later things became quieter, then silent.
Impatiently Hilary waited in the dark on her bed. Waited. Waited and waited.
Then as she was almost dropping off to sleep she heard someone at the door. Senses now fully alert the saw the door open.
“You there, Blondie?” said Sarge nervously.
“Yes,” she replied, “Come in. Don’t turn the light on!”
A rotund figure entered the room.
He was alone. Good.
He was carrying a gun. Not so good.
Unsure of whether or not her enticement would work Hilary hadn’t devoted much thought to what she’d do if it did. Ideally she’d knock Sarge out, run outside and steal a vehicle. The gun made her opt for option two – she’d suck his dick and do such a good (blo)job he’d help her escape out of gratitude.
Despite the darkness Hilary could see Sarge loosen his belt and drop his pants. She moved towards him, sliding onto her knees as she did so. With his free hand he tried to hold his belly in and up as he braced his feet.
At first Hilary could honestly not see anything in the groin region, just a smell reminiscent of cheese and onion crisps. So she tilted her head to one side. Now looking closer it was an effort not to laugh. By the light of the moon thru the window she could see Sarge’s dick, all three inches of it. Though erect it was no thicker than her little finger. Pathetic!
Hilary reached out towards it, no doubt she could bring him off in her hand. But then she paused. Such an ejaculation would hardly be satisfying for him and satisfaction is what she needed. Sarge would be expecting to cum on her face. So, with a sigh, Hilary leaned forward, her pink tongue waggling. A couple licks should do it…
Several things happened at once.
Bright light filled the room, paradoxically blinding her.
“What the fuck is this?” a male voice yelled.
Finally a loud booming noise blasted Hilary’s eardrums.
She blinked and rubbed her eyes to restore vision. Bizarrely the first thing she saw was a booted foot horizontal in front of her face. She looked up. The foot belonged to Sarge, now spread out on the bed with a gaping hole in his side spurting blood. He gave a low groan and tried to rise.
BLAM!
Sarge’s chest exploded in red and he fell back, never to rise again.
In shock Hilary turned to the doorway. A man filled the frame.
“What the FUCK is this?” Umbatu repeated, slowly lowering the still-smoking gun.
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