Still on her knees Hilary could only stare at Umbatu as he moved into the room. Her mouth opened and closed but she couldn’t think of a single thing to say.
“Told ya, Boss!” jabbered Corp as he appeared from behind the Katgina Governor, “Told ya Sarge was gonna betray ya! Blondie too! Typical bitch-whore!”
“Betrayed…,” intoned Umbatu slowly, his eyes glazing over.
“BETRAYED!” he roared, seizing Hilary by her bare arm and pulling her upwards.
“L-listen h-here!” she stammered, “I need
to-”
F-Whack!
The backhanded slap from Umbatu caught Hilary
on the cheek. She spun backwards and
flopped down onto the bed.
“Urghh!” she yelped as her hand landed in
Sarge’s warm, sticky blood.
Horrified she tried to rise, slipped and fell
onto the floor at the side of the bed.
Umbatu ran round to confront her again,
seizing her arm pulling her to her feet.
“Traitor!” he spat in her face, “Vile
adulteress! I gave you everything and
look how you have thanked me!
Where is the gratitude! WHERE IS THE
GRATITUDE?”
Hilary was intending to beg for her life in a
manner that would most probably involved jabbering. However one of Umbatu’s words stuck in her mind.
“Gratitude?” she asked, her querulous tone
making pause everyone in the room, Umbatu, Corp and several soldiers who’d
wandered in to see some fun.
“What, exactly, should I be grateful for?”
Umbatu’s head seemed to swell up, his eyes
bulging.
“Everything!” he screamed, “You had food! You
had servants! You had TV! You lived a
life of luxury and all I wanted in return was a little affection every once in
a while! But no! You betrayed me! Faithless harlot!”
Hilary stared at the raging African for a
long minute, waiting for a sign of irony.
But no, he meant what he said!
“You’re as nutty as a fruitcake!”
He raised his fist to strike her again, so
she spoke quickly.
“If you think abduction and rape is something
a girl would enjoy you’re one fucked-up nutter!”
The fist went back, big blow a-coming…
‘Fuck him!’ thought his target.
“The only reason I would have to be grateful
would be if you have a big dick! But to
be honest I’ve had better! And bigg-”
F-TWACK!
Umbatu caught Hilary on the left of her
mouth, the force of the blow cutting her lip and sending her spinning into the
wall and down to the floor. As she lay
there dazed, he leapt towards her.
Dully Hilary noticed he was wearing a pair of leather army boots, she
felt certain that her anatomy was about to face a severe kicking.
“Err, Boss?”
It was Corp speaking up.
“What?” snarled Umbatu, staring in hatred at
the woman he intended to murder.
“What’s my reward?”
Umbatu spun round and glared at his
subordinate, who started talking quicker.
“I mean,” Corp continued, forcing a smile, “I
showed you ‘bout Sarge’s betraying.
Blondie too!”
Umbatu looked at him, seemingly sizing him
up.
“You are now Sergeant,” he announced, “You’ll
run the camp when I am away.”
“Gee, thanks Boss!” grinned Corp, but his
face fell as Umbatu turned back to face the prostrate white girl.
The powerful African gazed down at the beauty
at his feet. Her dainty bare toes, her
perfectly turned ankles, those slim, honed legs. All her beauty made her treachery worse. The beast of base wanton-ness lay within
her. She must DIE!
“Can I have Blondie?”
For a moment Umbatu seemed frozen, then he
turned round slowly.
“WHAT?” he roared.
“As a-a reward for my-my loyalty..,,”
stuttered Corp, forcing a nervous smile.
“You want this?” Umbatu snorted, flinging out
a hand to indicate Hilary, “This cheap, vile, traitorous harlot? WHY?”
“To kill her slowly,” replied Corp with a sly
smile, “Make her pay in pain.”
Hilary rose slowly to her feet behind
Umbatu. She knew Corp was a sadistic
bastard.
“Give her to me, Boss,” he continued slowly
moving close to Umbatu so that the other men couldn’t hear what he was saying,
“Every man in the camp will fuck her.
Fuck her senseless. Fuck her to
death. She’ll take hours to die!”
Umbatu turned back to the standing Hilary,
apparently deep in thought.
“It’ll make you popular,” cooed Corp in his
ear.
To Hilary it seemed that the mention of the
word ‘popular’ Umbatu’s dark eyes lit up.
He licked his lips.
“YES!” he announced in a booming voice, “Corp
can have this whore! She is his to do
with as he pleases! I wash my hands of
her!”
With a flourish he made to leave the hut, but
before looked at Hilary.
“I loved you!” he burst out, with a tear in
his eye.
He
walked off, then paused at the doorway.
“One last thing, Corp-I mean-Sarge.”
“Yes Boss?” asked Corp-now-Sarge brightly.
“I will return in two days. This whore must be dead by then. I want her
head!”
“Don’t worry, Boss!” grinned the soldier,
“You’ll have it on a plate!”
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Once Umbatu left the hut no one moved a
muscle. Everyone’s ears strained to
hear him get in his jeep and speed off into the night.
Hilary swallowed hard. She couldn’t bring herself to meet Corp’s
gloating gaze. Her eyes wandered over to the bed, where the blood-soaked Sarge
lay dead. It wouldn’t be a surprise if
she was flung on top of the corpse and raped immediately.
“Right,” said Corp, surprising Hilary by
clasping a pair of handcuffs on her wrists.
He took her arm and pulled her outside.
Outside the cold African night forcefully
reminded Hilary that she was wearing nothing more than knickers and a
negligee. Dozens of soldiers were
gathered around. In the dark it was
hard to make out individuals, just a mass of near-naked lustful manhood.
“You’re gonna git some now, Blondie!”
“All black, all night!”
“I want her blonde pussy!”
“I want her full red lips slurping on ma
dick!”
Were just some of the jabbering comments
Hilary could make out as Corp dragged her towards a wooden building, the soles
of her bare feet hurting on the stony ground.
“In the barracks!” said an excited voice.
“Tie her to one of the beds! We’ll nail her
two at a time!”
“I wanna whip her!”
“No, no,” said a powerful voice, “Lets make
her do stuff! Dancing! Stripping!”
“Sucking!” chortled another.
“Oh Blondie! You won’t believe how much dick
you’re gonna git tonight!”
“Err, Corp,” said a newly-concerned voice,
“Where yo going?”
Corp had diverted from the barracks and
steered Hilary towards a parked car. To
universal astonishment he opened the back door and pushed her in.
“But Corp, we thought…,”
To murmurings of disappointment Corp went
round to the drivers door and opened it.
“B-But Corp!”
“You will call me ‘Sergeant!’” he snarled.
“B-B-But S-Sergeant!”
“Listen here you dumb niggers!” barked
Corp-now-Sergeant, “Umbatu gave Blondie to me! TO ME! To do with as I
please! An’ I please to drive off an’
say ‘Fuck you’ to all you lot!”
With that he jumped in the car, started the
engine and moved off. Thru the window
Hilary could see the sea of disappointed faces staring at her with dashed
desire.
“But I always thought you’d didn’t even like
girls!” was the final whining comment she heard as the car left the camp.
“Better slow down,” muttered the driver to himself,
“Might be tricky if we catch up with Umbatu!”
Hilary was constrained by her cuffs but
managed to sit up and address him.
“Well done!” she exclaimed, laughing
nervously.
In her confusion Hilary had decided that a
positive, cheerful approach might make things clearer or better.
Corp (for that is how she still regarded him)
merely looked round and gave her a disdainful look.
“Shut the fuck up!” he sneered.
Hilary was deflated by this and sat quietly
for a while. Outside all was dark.
After some time she tried again.
“Take me to the British Embassy in Lagos and
I guarantee you’ll be well rewarded!” she gushed, nodding as she spoke in the
hope that positivity would flow into Corp.
“I’ll make money outta you in my own way,”
was his cryptic response.
“It’s a good deal!” she persisted.
Indeed it was, at least to her. That rat Samuel Mbonga had delivered to the
British Embassy in Cape Town after her last misfortunes. Those mercenaries had almost certainly been
paid after they’d rescued Suzy. Why
couldn’t Corp see this?
Hilary bit her lower lip and tried to think
of a more persuasive argument.
It wasn’t just money that Mbonga had been
rewarded with…
“If-if you want more, more than money, that’s
Ok. I can do that…” she said slowly.
“What you offering?” snapped Corp, eyes fixed
at on Hilary via the rear-view mirror.
“S-sex,” she answered, “We could have sex,
nice sex, if you like…”
Corp said nothing.
“Blow-job?” Hilary continued, hating herself,
“Would you like your cock sucked?”
“SLUT!” roared Corp, “Filthy depraved whore!
Typical of your kind! No! YOU are the worst!”
He leaned over the seat to scream in her
face. Unnerving as they were driving at
least 40mph.
“You and all your kind wiggle your tits and
your cunt in men’s face and think you can own them! Whore! Slut!” he spat.
“B-but…,” Hilary started to say.
“If I want money from you I make it myself!”
Corp continued, foaming at the mouth, “And if I want sex from you I take it!”
He
glanced up ahead and swung the car off the road. Then slammed the brakes on hard, throwing Hilary against the back
of his seat.
“I’ll take it NOW!” he shouted, getting out
of the car.
One moment Hilary was sprawling on the back
seat, the next Corp was yanking her out.
“Fuckin’ cock-tease!” he yelled, “I’ll put
you in your place! Show you who rules
this world!”
The bound blonde fell down onto her knees in
front of the groin of her captor.
‘Here we go again!’ she sighed to herself.
“If you want me to suck you properly you’ll
have to untie me!” Hilary said holding up her cuffed wrists.
“WHORE! SLUT!” screamed Corp in grotesque
rage, “You really would do it, wouldn’t you! Man! You are filthy! Absolutely
filthy!”
Hilary was confused.
She was near naked, she was bound. This man had dragged her out into the
open. Yet instead of some sex action he
was just abusive. Didn’t he realize
just how much money he could get as a reward?
“I’ll fuck you on MY terms!” he screamed,
pulling Hilary upwards and pushing her facedown onto the bonnet of the car.
“What do you-oww!” she cried as Corp slammed
her down.
She felt her flimsy panties been ripped off,
her negligee pushed up her back…
“No” she cried as she felt her pert butt
cheeks been pushed apart, “NO!”
Corp’s anger turned to amusement as he
positioned his cock at Hilary’s asshole.
She’d hate this!
“I’ve always wanted to bum-fuck a blonde
cock-tease!”
“Ohhhh!
Ahhhhh!” Hilary gasped as she felt fat cock invading her butt, “There’s
no need for this!” she implored.
Corp ignored her, forcing inch after meaty
inch up into her ass as he hugged her hips tightly in his rear onslaught. She gasped in burning pain as his prick slid
into her rectum, not stopping it's boring entry, pulverizing her guts before
it. Hilary groaned as he began to saw
mercilessly into the soft depths of her tight anus.
She felt utterly impaled by his fat,
throbbing cock. She gasped and panted,
groaning and then sobbing as his arm-thick, black prick forced it's way into
her asshole and drove deep, deep, deep into her guts. She felt so full down there that she thought she would burst.
It hurt! Oh God, did it hurt!
His cock went so deep she felt cramps in her
guts. Terrible, gripping cramps from deep in her belly. She sobbed weakly, her
belly aching as his balls rested firmly against her asscheeks. He groaned and
slowly pulled his dark sausage back down her ass tunnel. There was pain, but the cramping eased, then
thankfully disappeared.
“Uhhhhh!” she wailed as Corp thrust back into
her.
His fat fuck tool jammed down her rectum and
stuffed her full, bringing screaming cramps back into Hilary’s belly. Her muscles were contracting, straining as
his cock began to churn inside her still tight asshole. Ramming in with greater
speed and power. His cock pushed open the wrinkled little hole, and slowly sank
down into her. The deeper it penetrated, the louder she groaned and whimpered.
"Noooooo...! Please!" she shrieked,
her head flying up.
“Fuckin’…Bitch…Whore!” she could hear him
snarling, spittle hitting her back.
“Ohhhh...ohhhhh...ohhhhhhh...ohhhhhhhhh,"
Hilary managed to whimper as Corp went faster, and faster, his thick fuck meat
pummeling her guts as he slammed his thighs into her ass cheeks.
She felt the tight ring of muscles give way
before the pressure. The huge head popping into her with a slight jerk. The
pain was excruciating. She felt dizzy and for a second she saw stars, as she
twisted, screamed, and struggled to get away from him. But it only caused him
to fuck his fat penis even deeper into her helpless shithole.
"Please....It hurts!”
Corp's hands came down on her back, raising
his upper torso off her, but shoving her face and her tits into the cold metal
bonnet, as he ran the entire length of his prong in and out of her anus
striking ....something,...high up inside her and then going thru, causing her
asshole to bleed and the blonde woman to scream out loud.
“No! God! NO!”
He thrust repeatedly, ramming thru her bowels
and guts until she could feel the hard head punching up against her
stomach. Her cries slowed, turned to
grunts with each impact and low whimpers.
Now snickering with hateful glee Corp
battered into her quivering ass. His
semen filled black balls slapped against the soft flesh beneath the rectum he
fucked Hilary close to bursting. His
cock plunged in and out of her intestines, a ravaging sword of destruction that
crammed itself up to the depth of her bowels, again and again.
Hopelessly impaled, Hilary cried and wriggled
like a hooked fish beneath the hard, driving power of the African soldier.
“NO!” she screamed as she felt him erupt
inside her.
Hot gushes of thick, white cream shot deep
into the cringing depths of her rectum, searing her raw and ravaged
bowels. He shot his sperm far up into
the hollow of her burning ass, cramming it deep into the warm depths of her bowels.
Her butt quivered, contracting spasmodically around his throbbing truncheon,
receiving helplessly the warm, sticky muck he pumped into her.
Hilary sobbed uncontrollably as her ass
rapist sagged then lent slowly back to allow his spent penis to withdraw. A wet, sucking sound sluiced the African
night air as it slipped out from between the mounds of her pert buttocks. Driblets of Corp's sperm emerged from the
ravaged hole, dripping down over her vaginal lips and down her legs.
“That’s the way to treat a shit bitch!”
Still dazed and sore Hilary was dragged to
the back of the vehicle. Keeping a firm
grip on her with one hand he opened the boot and pushed her in.
“Get in!” he barked irritably as he forced
her legs inside.
“Wait!” Hilary pleaded, “Listen to me! Oww!”
He’d slammed the lid down onto her arm, then
crashed it down again, forcing her down and shutting the boot.
Trapped inside in the darkness Hilary seethed
with impotent rage.
She felt the engine start up and the car
moved off.
“Urg!” the blonde grimaced as she rolled onto
her back and felt sticky bodily fluids on her aching butt.
Hilary found it impossible to judge how long
this part of the trip lasted. It may
have been one hour, could have been four.
Suddenly her transport came to a halt.
Beep-Beep! Went the horn, then they moved
again, briefly, before coming to a final stop.
Hilary heard Corp getting out of the car and
braced herself, but when he did open the boot the unexpected blast of daylight
dazzled her. She was pulled out and made
to stand. Blinking to restore vision
Hilary could now see that they had just entered a small dusty area surrounded
by a wooden fence. Not far away were
tall buildings. They were in a
city! Lagos, perhaps?
Corp pulled his captive round to the front of
the car. Looming over the scene was a
large warehouse with a wooden office clinging precariously halfway up. A rickety staircase led from the office down
to the ground and Hilary could see several black men descending.
“Reuben! Reuben!” said the lead man, an aged
fellow with a wispy gray goatee beard.
“Good day, Tinga, my friend!” smiled Corp in
his sinister way.
(Hilary guessed that Reuben was Corp’s real
first name.)
“You have something for me, I see!” leered
the old man, rubbing his hands and licking his cracked lips as his eyes
wandered over Hilary Irvine.
“Just as I promised!” responded Corp.
“Is she Swedish?” asked the old man, “I have
heard that were are Swedish UN staff somewheres round these parts. A Swedish girl would be worth a lot!”
Hilary’s heart sank at this line.
“Bitch is English,” said Corp, “If there were
Swedish meat round here Umbatu would grab it for his cock!”
“Bastard!” swore Tinga, “Sweet meat should be
shared!”
He looked at Hilary closer.
“English meat is good meat!” he chuckled,
then added archly, “You haven’t dyed her hair blonde, have you?”
“Naturally fair,” smiled Corp moving Hilary
about, her cheeks blushing when she realized Tinga was checking out her most
intimate region.
“Naturally fair indeed!”
“Bit skinny, though?”
In response Corp grabbed the front of
Hilary’s negligee and ripped it open.
“Curvy in all the right places!” he
announced.
“Indeed!” drooled Tinga, reaching out a
withered hand to cop a grope.
“Take your filthy hands off me!” shrieked
Hilary, her sudden noise making Tinga reel back in surprise, “I am not a piece
of meat! I am a British citizen and I demand to be freed!”
For a moment no one moved then Tinga started
clapping like a small child.
“Feisty!
Feisty! Feisty!” he said with
glee, “Feisty is always worth more!”
“She’ll pretend to be,” drawled Corp, “But
deep down she loves black cock!”
At this Hilary let out an indignant harrumph
that delighted Tinga even more.
“I was going to check her teeth, but this one
might bite!”
“True!” nodded Corp, “The last man who tried
put something in her mouth is dead now!”
After a bit of chuckling banter (during which
Hilary was completely ignored) Tinga clapped his hands and two of his henchmen
came forward to seize the blonde. With
a firm hold of her upper arms they hauled her off towards the staircase. In return Corp was handed a bag of money.
“Y’know,” nodded Tinga sagely as he stroked
his beard, “If it wasn’t for your special condition we could get more money for
this. Even when I’m finished folks will
still pay a pretty penny for this pretty meat!
Even though she won’t be feisty by then.”
“No!” answered Corp firmly, “The special
condition is important. When I came
back tomorrow I want to see her head in a sack!”
“You the Boss!” laughed Tinga.
The old man turned to follow his new purchase
up the stairs. Suddenly he halted and
turned back to where Corp was getting in his car.
“Just the head?” he asked, “Can I keep the
rest?”
“Sure!” waved Corp.
“Great!
Folks’ll pay for blonde pussy!
Even if its only blonde pussy!”
Hilary had struggled as she was dragged up
the stairs, struggled pointlessly. Each
man was stronger than her and they seemed to be enjoying their work. At the first landing one had taken delight
his rubbing his groin against her and Hilary was sickened to feel his arousal.
“Folks’ll pay for pussy, titties, fingers an’
toes!” chortled Tinga, catching up and opening the door to the office, “You’re
a little blonde gold-mine!”
Hilary thought about launching into a plea
for release but knew it was pointless.
Tinga may affect a jovial bonhomie but she knew evil when she saw it.
The interior of the office was dark and
dusty. Hilary could make out a wooden
desk and something shiny nearer the floor.
She was dragged inside and the blinds were flung open, flooding the room
with early-morning light.
“No!” she gasped as she saw what the shiny
thing was.
A wire mesh cage, four foot by three foot and
barely 12 inches high.
Tinga opened the top and the thugs shoved
Hilary in.
“I won’t fit!” she protested, “Its too
small!”
Still cuffed Hilary could do nothing as she
was rammed down to her knees, the wire digging into her feet and knees.
An extra hard shove and the top was able to
be closed, keeping the imprisoned woman bent over on her knees. With a satisfied grunt Tinga padlocked her
in.
The thugs sauntered off and Tinga went to sit
at a desk.
Hilary tried to rise but immediately felt the
cold wire on her bareback. She
swallowed hard and moved her head into a corner and was thus able to look back
into the room.
“Dear God!” she gasped.
Around the room, up against the wall were
other cages and in the cages were other women.
The one nearest the door was black, buxom and naked. Next to her was an Oriental girl with long,
shiny black hair. In the corner another
negress. Finally next to Hilary was a
dusky maiden from the Middle East. Only
the first girl and Hilary were naked.
All had a tired, beaten look about them.
“Water!” said a small pitiful voice,
“Please!”
It was the black girl in the corner.
“Water?” snorted Tinga, rising from his
chair, “You thirsty?”
He strolled over to where the black girl was
and picked up a can of drink.
“Didn’t you drink enough a couple days ago?”
asked Tinga in a sneering tone, “All that liquid straight down your
throat? Plenty of sausage too!”
He seemed most amused by his own comments as
he drank from the can.
“Drink this!” he suddenly said.
From where she was Hilary couldn’t see the
front of Tinga, but it was painfully obvious that he was urinating on the
helpless girl. She tried to get out of
the way but like Hilary her room for movement was so constricted that piss
hosed over her naked flesh.
“What version of Hell is this?” Hilary
wondered.
In her experience slavers saw their female
captives as commodities and made some effort to look after them. As you would a cow before market day. Tinga on the other hand kept his women in
cages like battery hens and even urinated on them! It did not bode well for her future.
‘Oh’, Hilary then thought, ‘I’d
forgotten. I am to be murdered later
today so have no future!’
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