From zitterow@pacbell.net Wed Apr 09 21:06:36 1997 Path: news1.infoave.net!news-dc-10.sprintlink.net!news-dc-26.sprintlink.net!news-peer.sprintlink.net!news-peer.sprintlink.net!news.sprintlink.net!sprint!uunet!in3.uu.net!206.153.200.147!midnight.postino.com!szdc!news From: zitterow@pacbell.net Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: NEW "Uganda Prison Captive" p3 (M+/F,nc,bdsm,tort) www.nastystories.com Date: Thu, 10 Apr 1997 01:06:36 GMT Organization: None Lines: 861 Message-ID: <33903d04.25125964@snews.zippo.com> Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit X-Newsreader: Forte Agent 1.0/32.390 CHAPTER EIGHT At ths point the third young American prisoner was being prepared for the invasion of her asshole. "I want you to put this small board under your cock," the guard told him. Susan looked up. Sure enough, it was a small piece of wood. She was nervous now and her whole body trembled. "Don't," she exclaimed, "don't kill me." The small piece of wood was attached to the young boy's cock by a couple of rubber bands. "It will never work," the boy complained. However, when the black Ugandan guard provided him with a pro so he could slip it over his cock to keep the guard in place, he recognized just how demented and sick the guard was. Now Susan's ass cheeks quivered. It was bad enough before. She had thought this ass assault wouldn't be so terrifying. For her ass muscles had been stretched with all of the penetrating jabs of the various men who had fucked her. At this point, however, she wasn't sure she could take it any longer. "Ohhh, I can't stand it," she, groaned, "I can't. Please, don't make me.' They were paying no attention to her. For they had one thing in mind. Their own erotic fantasies coming to life. Sure enough, the cock had difficulty sliding up her rectum. The guard condescended to allow the young prisoner to apply some oil to the rubber- sheathed penis. Once he was oiled he was certain he could get it in without so much difficulty. Ramming it roughly up her asshole, he fucked hard. Susan thought she couldn't stand it anymore. Nevertheless, the young American boy felt compelled to please the guard. And with good reason. For the guard was bringing the whip down hard on his tender, sensitive ass flesh. "This might encourage you, my friend," the black guard grinned. It hurt like the devil to have the whip bear down on his bare ass. Nevertheless, it prompted him to fuck Susan's ass vigorously. Ramming it in as far as he could shove, he noticed she was turning and twisting in pain and protest. However, he didn't feel guilty or about to stop. Instead, it only fired his cock to fuck her even harder. Ramming roughly now he reached around for Susan's bosoms. He pinched the nipples as he went on shoving. "I'm gonna really ram it to you," he told her. "Fuck. Fuck it off. Fuck, baby, fuck!" Driving deeper now he had her scared as hell. He didn't care what he did to destroy her. He only wanted his thrills and kicks. And he was getting them. "Fuck it off," he panted as he pumped it deeper into her. "Fuck, baby, fuck." The guard was not satisfied with the way that Susan was wiggling her ass. "You there," he said, pointing to the blonde male prisoner who was standing there with his cock dangling between his legs, "you light those matches on her tits. That ought to make her tail move." Even though it was a disgusting, despicable act, the other man obliged. He lit the matches and watched her wiggle her ass. Painful now she kept her gyrating mo tion going. Anything to get the other man's orgasm going. All of a sudden he had made it. "Fuck off," he grunted, "fuck off!" Susan was grinding her hips. In the midst of all of this she did find some pleasure. This tormented her. How could she ever enjoy anything so awful? This bothered and tortured her. But she couldn't think about it. She was above that now. She was experiencing torture and pain and suffering and anguish, too. And this was going to destroy her. She kept her butt wiggling. She was struggling for her freedom. But she would never find it she knew. She went on twisting her ass sensuously. Susan was doing her very best to let them get their kicks. Finally she felt the blast of sperm up her asshole. At last it was off. She milked the cock that was still stabbing her butt. She wanted it to end. "Fuck me," she begged him, "fuck me." The young man interpreted this to mean she liked it. This inspired him to plunge his fingers into her mound. Letting his fingers slide in her pussy he rammed his cock harder up her asshole. Penetrating as deeply as he knew how, his balls slapping against her bottom, he went on furiously fucking. His sperm was shooting up her asshole now. For he was so turned on he couldn't help getting aroused and ignited. Finally finishing, he withdrew his cock from her ravaged asshole. Slapping her buttocks crudely he lewdly told her thanks. After the three young prisoners had gone, the black guard kicked Susan with his foot. She collapsed. She didn't remember another thing until the next day when she woke up. She was so exhausted from all of the wild sexual encounters that she had been forced to endure that she could hardly breathe. The terrible trail of torture and torment that she had been forced to endure made her wonder if life was worth living. A couple days passed and she was hungry. The only thing they had brought her was water and crackers. She would give anything now for another guard to stick his cock in her mouth. Cum had become something wonderful. It was strange how she had hated to do this before. Vividly and hauntingly she remembered how she had refused her boyfriend this kind of sexual lust. It was bad enough that he would ask her to go down on it. But when he would ask her to swallow it she would be enraged. She always spit the damn stuff out. But now she would give anything to have a guard slipping his manhood in her mouth and letting her suck it off. For that would give her life. As the evening shadows fell and she could see lier cell becoming darker and darker, she wondered if anybody would ever come to see her again. Finally a guard did walk in and introduced himself. "Are you ready to cooperate with us?" he asked as he shoved her. Startled, Susan looked up at him. "Anything you say," she exclaimed, "anything you say." The guard grinned knowingly. "I say it's time for you to talk," he told her bluntly. Susan shook her head. "I don't know anymore. I don't." "I guess you need to be fucked," he told her. "Maybe you should take off your clothes and let me stick my gun up your asshole. How would you like to be ass fucked with a gun?" Susan stood there in shock, frozen with fear. She couldn't move a muscle. "Didn't you hear me?" the guard asked her menacingly. She nodded. She began slowly stripping. "That's what I want you to do," he told her. "Now just take off everything. Do as I tell you and you won't have any problems." Once she was bare- ass naked the guard told her what he expected. "I want you to ask for it," he told her. "I want you,, to beg me to fuck your ass with my gun. That was adding insult to injury. She could hardly find the words to make such a demented request. "You heard me," the guard said, slapping her roughly. The guard wasn't content. He had to hear her shriek in pain to gain his satisfaction. Susan finally agreed. She begged for it. This stimulated the guard. He began undressing. But like the other guards, once he had finished taking off all of his clothes, he picked up his gun holster and placed it around his waist. His gun hung from the side of his holster as he looked at her invitingly. "Now do as I tell you," he war,ned her, "and I don't want any back talk.' Susan bent over just as he demanded. And then he knelt behind her. He gripped his cock and jerked on it as he slowly inserted the gun between her ass cheeks. She didn't know how much of this she could stand. The cold barrel of the gun plunged upher rectum. You'd better wiggle your ass the way I tell you to," the Ugandan guard exclaimed, "or I will blow your ass to shreds." She knew that he meant business. Even though she was tortured and tormented, she couldn't say anything now. She let her ass swing around. The guard found it exciting. He figured that when her ass swung at the perfect tempo he would pull the gun from her rectum and replace it with his own penis. He went on thrusting the gun right up her ass, making her beg and swing her hips. "Fuck my asshole with your gun," Susan said, her voice trembling. The guard loved it. It was music to his ears to hear her beg for it. "Now," he told her as he pulled his gun out of her ass, "you're really gonna get screwed. I'll stick my prick up your butt." Applying his own spittle to his cock, the guard grasped her ass cheeks roughly. Surging forward he let his penis slip right up her tight, twisting rectum. She hated it. Nevertheless, she cooperated. "That's the way I like it," the guard grunted as he rutted up her ass. "Now you're fucking. Fuck, baby, fuck." She kept her tail twisting. He was so excited now he could barely stand it. "Oh, wow!" he told her. "Now you're fucking. Fuck. Fuck it." Determined that he was going to derive every erotic moment of pleasure that he could from her body, he fingered her pussy while he fucked her ass. She kept her tail twisting. "Fuck it off," the black guard gasped as he rutted up her asshole all the way. The penetratmg penis movements felt good to her finally. She wiggled her butt and begged for more. "Shove it in me all the way," she told him. To her surprise and delight he did ram her good. "Ohhh," she groaned as he went on fucking her, "fuck me. Fuck me." The erotic thrills that she obtained now were indicated to the guard who could tell her pussy was juicing. He rammed it until he got his cock off. Withdrawing his penis from her asshole, he thought it might be fun to tie her up. Motioning for her to come to him, he explained what he expected. "I want you to throw yourself against your cell," he told her. She did it. And then he gave her something to think about. "Now I'm gonna have a prisoner fuck your asshole while I screw your pussy. We'll do it together." The black Ugandan guard called another guard. "Get a horny prisonerout," he suggested, "and have him stick it up her ass. I'll fuck her pussy. We'll fuck her together." Susan had heard about orgies. She had dreaded the thought of it always. Now here she was with a black, horny guard making his lewd demands of her. She was tied up tightly to the bars of her cell. Her wrists held good and her ankles were tightly implanted against the metal bars. It was awful to be spread-eagled like this. But there wasn't a thing she could do. A young naked prisoner got behind her. He spit on his cock and slowly inserted his penis between her blonde ass cheeks. Ramming it roughly right up her tight anal channel he played with her buttocks. He enjoyed torturing her like this. It bothered her to be treated in this manner. But she knew that she could only make it harder on herself if she complained. At the same moment the sweating, black young guard who was in front of her decided it would be fun to prime her pussy with his gun first. Letting the butt of his pistol slip in her vagina, he smiled as he watched her ass wiggle. Finally he pulled his gun from her pussy, replacing it with his penis. Now the two men were fucking her holes. One man riding it into her pussy while the other shoved it up her asshole. "Ask for it," the black guard smiled. Susan knew this lusty desire all too well. She remembered how horrifying it had been with the other guard made her beg to be screwed. "Fuck me," she,,urged him. "Fuck me. Yes, yes, fuck me. Tears streamed down her cheeks as the two men fucked her furiously. She hated them for doing this to her. But there was no way to stop them. They were both determined to get their kicks. The black guard enjoyed matching the tempo of the man's penis that was slipping up her rectum. Through the thin sheath of flesh that divided the guard's cock from the prisoner's cock he could feel him jabbing. "Time your jab up her asshole to my cock into her pussy," he recommended with a sadistic smile. Soon both men were fucking her vigorously. She enjoyed this kind of action. Having two cocks instead of one, providing double the pleasure. "Fuck me," Susan begged them both. "Fuck my asshole. Fuck my pussy." She could feel her own juices ready to erupt. She wanted it. It made her feel as though she was the sexual queen of the world. Men were after her. The only place she wasn't being fucked was her face. Maybe before the night was over another man would stick his prick in her mouth. She hoped so as she was hungry. And hot, sweet sperm always tasted like a delicacy to her. The prisoner who was sliding it up her asshole could not control himself very well. His passion was almost spent as he drove deeply into her rectum. "Let's cum together," the black guard suggested. The virile, young, manly guard was actually like a small child with a toy as he fucked the naked blonde girl. He didn't think of himself as corrupting her or doing something evil. However, the American who was sodomizingher assholefeltguilty. For he realized that they were torturing this young, helpless girl. CHAPTER NINE Susan hardly knew what to make of it when one of the top men at the prison stopped at her cell. "How are things, young lady?" the black-skinned man asked her. "All right," she mumbled. "They could be better," he winked, "and maybe after I talk to you they will be. Why don't you come into my office?" At that point he summoned a guard to open her cell for her. Susan felt perhaps her parents had been contacted and she was going to be brought to freedom. Walking behind the prison official she felt a sense of relief. However, when she got into his office she wasn't quite so sure that she would like what he had in mind. The walls were covered with swords. "Do you like the way I have the place decorated?" he grinned. "Yes," Susan nodded, fearing to say anything derogatory about the spears and swords that seemed to cover every inch of wall space. "These are swords from the different tribes," he observed. "They are an excellent way to kill someone. I remember one girl that we speared with one of the swords. She was a beautiful young thing. However, she was a bad girl. A drug problem." Susan recognized that as far as the Ugandan jailer was concerned, he had no feeling or sympathy concerning drug pushers. Fearing for her life, she stood there trembling. "Why are you shaking?" the jailer demanded. "Am I shaking?" Susan stammered nervously The guard laughed as he took a sword down off the wall. He let his finger slide gently along its smooth blade as if he were caressing it. "Everything serves a purpose," he smiled strangely. Motioning for her to sit down, she finally did relax a moment. But not for long. "It would be so simple for you to talk," he assured her. Susan knew what he expected. At this point she felt perhaps she should make up a story. That might satisfy him. "Maybe you'd like something to eat," he told her. Susan could see a wonderful steak in front of her. She was starved now and wished she could have just a simple hamburger. Anything to stop this savage hunger that seemed to tear her stomach apart. "That would be wonderful," she admitted. The jailer grinned. He reached for his crotch. He let his hand caress the outline of his enormous penis. Susan glanced away evasively. "Young lady," he told her, "I want to give you a good time. I want to give you the opportunity to suck my cock." Unzipping his fly, he pulled out his enormous black penis. She couldn't tell whether she feared his black spear that he had in his hand now more than the spears on the wall. Walking over to her he told her she could remain seated while she gave him a blow job. Letting the tip of her tongue caress the crown of his black cock she started sucking. The jailer was horny and hot. Lustfully he reached for her. Gripping her shoulders firmly he forced her down over his manhood. "You're doing it just fine," he told her. "Suck. I'll feed you. If you won't talk, you'll have a liquid diet. My cum. That's enough." Susan was waiting now for that moment when he would feed her. She wanted his cum. At least it would keep her alive. Vividly she remembered reading about the plane that fell in the Andes. She recalled how they had to practice cannibalism to survive. That would almost be easier than having to go down on the jailer's thick, black penis. The jailer wanted to hear her make loud suck sounds as if she enjoyed it, anticipating the moment of climax when he would shoot her a thick load of his sweet sperm juice. "Act like you're enjoying it," he told her forcefully. To make his point, he placed his hands roughly, crud, ely on her shoulders. "Now you d better suck," he told her. "Suck me." She could tell he was almost ready to explode. But before he got his gun off he had other ideas. "That's enough," he commanded. "Pull your mouth off my pecker." Susan slid her mouth from his black cock. She wondered what other torture he had in mind. He didn't allow her long to wonder. "Now," he smiled, "I'm gonna give you an opportunity to enjoy something else. I will undress. I will lie on my desk and spread my legs so you can get your tongue down between my black ass crack." Susan shivered as she watched the jailer stripping. He motioned for her to undress, too. "Go on," he told her. "You can go naked in the world. Take off everything." Susan eased out of her garments. Finally she was nude; the jailer locked the door. He placed a double bolt over it so no one could enter and disturb him now. Going to his desk he pushed everything off. He laughed as the contents of the desk top toppled to the floor. Getting on the desk now himself, he looked for all the world like a demon. He lay back and scowled at her. "Let's see what you can do for my ass-hole, honey. Get down there and lick me." Nervously now Susan strode over to his desk. She bent over between his legs. "Rub your tits over my balls," he suggested. Susan massaged her big bosoms against his balls. She was certain she could bring him the enjoyment he demanded. Maybe now the jailer would let her suck on his penis until it exploded in her mouth. She could tell he was loaded by the size of his swelling balls. Clasping his rigid manhood, she gripped it tightly. Letting her mouth slip over his penis head, she started sucking slowly, as if she were nursing his penis. "Suck my prick," he begged her. "Suck it. Suck it good." Her mouth slid smoothly back and forth along the length of his shaft. "Eat it," he begged her. "Suck it. Suck it off." The keen, erotic pleasure that she felt now had her trembling. "Now you're sucking, cock eater," he told her. "Let me ram it down your throat." With ruthless abandon the jailer plunged his rigid manhood down the young girl's throat, nearly choking her to death. He let his cock head caress the back of her throat until she could feel the juice ready to erupt. "Eat it," he warned her. "Suck. Suck it." This was the kind of erotic arousal that she worried about. For she recognized he might get so carried away ramming his big thick prick down her throat that he would choke her. He didn't seem to care. The black jailer's massive, black hands gripped her head. He forced her down, keeping her there. She could hardly breathe now. "Eat it," he demanded. "Swallow it. Suck me. Suck me off." It was not easy for her to continue manipulating his balls and sucking on his manhood. For it was obvious that a streak of sadism ran through the jailer. He wanted to cause her as much anguish as he knew how. Finally he did explode his load inside of her. She sucked the sweet cum from his cock head. "Eat it," he told her. "Finger fuck my asshole and eat my cock." Letting her index finger slip up the jailer's black asshole, she massaged his prostate gland while she licked and sucked him dry. When she pulled her mouth off his cock he glared at her. "You could tell us," he warned her. "We've got to know. You young Americans are bringing dope to all of Africa. They may tolerate it in your country with its loose morals, but we will have no part of that." She pulled away from him nervously now. She wondered if he would let her go. But his eyes were fastening on her buttocks. "Why don't you bend over my desk?" he suggested. "I want to see if you've got a good ass." Glancing at Susan's curving bottom as she bent over his desk, he figured he would fuck her there, too. Spitting in his hand he applied his spit to his cock. His massive black hands gripped her round ass cheeks. The sight of her blonde buttocks stimulated and aroused him. The black man eased his cock between her ass cheeks. With a forceful plunge he drove ahead. His hard, thick penis slipped smoothly in her rectum. "Ohhh, you're killing me," she gasped as he got it past the tight anal ring. This only provided fire for his fuck. He was totally turned on now and determined to obtain every erotic kick that he could from her. "Fuck it," he told her. "Fuck. That's what I want you to do. Fuck me." Susan recognized she was expected to grind her hips and churn her ass around as if she enjoyed it. It disgusted her thinking about it. Nevertheless, she would do her best. Her hips swung into action. "Keep your tail twisting," the blackskinned jailer panted as he rutted up her asshole. Susan reached out and clutched the desk. As her fingernails bit into the edge of the desk she found some relief from the pain she was suffering in her rectum. The black penis was assaulting her asshole with speedy penis stabs. For the black stud was horny and determined he was going to get his rocks off just the way he wanted it and fast. "Fuck it," he grunted. "Fuck." Susan was fucking smoothly. Her revolving ass thrilled and aroused the jailer. "You're right," he told her, "and you're gonna stay that way. I'm not gonna let any more of them screw your asshole. If they want to have sex with you they can screw your pussy or fuck your face. But your ass is gonna be reserved for me." Reaching up and underneath her he gripped her bosoms. He held them and squeezed the nipples. This aroused and ignited the fire in her body. "I want your tail twisting faster," the black man grunted as he shoved swifter now. It was difficult for Susan to keep her tail moving at the pace he desired. He must be a sex maniac she thought to herself. "Fuck it," he told her. "Fuck it." She felt his cuming as his body shook violently and the juices spasmed from his penis shaft tip. Her asshole was cum coated. It was easy now for him to slide it swiftly in and out. Ramming it roughly up her ass as far as he could get it he hoped to get it off one more time. Squeezing her buttocks until they were red, he watched as he pulled his cum-slick cock way out and shoved it way back. There was something erotic and pleasing about looking at her blonde buttocks twisting and turning as he sent his long, black penis into her at different tempos. The jailer enjoyed sliding it out ever so slowly and then ramming it back with a hard thrust. The unexpected jab up her asshole made her body convulse. "One more time," he grunted as he rutted up her ass furiously. The savage attack the jailer was making on her hot, tight asshole pleased her. Susan began developing a response to his rhythm. "Yes, yes," he grunted as he fucked. "Screw it, baby. Screw." The pounding penis shot its wad again. He was cuming. "Fuck off," he gasped. "Fuck, baby, fuck." When he had finished unloading his cum in her asshole he eased out slowly. Some of his cum dripped on her blonde butt. Susan reached back to whip it off. Glancing over her shoulder at the demented jailer, she could see a look of sadism playing on his lips. "You enjoyed that," he grinned. Susan did not reply. It seemed as if he would torture her if she said anything. Figuring it best to go along with anything he said she simply lay there limp. "You can get up now," he finally told her. "Yes, you can get up now." CHAPTER TEN Susan was led back to her cell once she had finished dressing. It was really becoming torture for her. Everywhere she turned she was getting in trouble. The very next day she was ushered out of her cell once again, back to the office of a young Ugandan prison guard. It was a weekend and he was drinking. "We have fun and games in the jail on the weekend," he told her, "and we're gonna bring a goose in here for you so you can understand your role." A white goose was brought in and Susan looked at it strangely. "What am I expected to do with this?" she demanded. "I'll tell you," he smiled. This was a strange situation for her and she barely knew how to respond. "Tell me," she asked curiously, "what am I expected to do?" The guard looked at her hotly. "A goose can give a very good fuck," he explained. "The object is to get the goose to wiggle. Then it will give a man a better ride." A few moments later they went down a dark, narrow hallway. They came to a room that the Ugandan guard designated as the fuck-and-suck room. There was a plyboard wall that held the answer. "You have to shove the goose's head and neck through that hole," he told her. "You're awful," she shook her head. "You will hurt the poor animal." The guard slapped her roughly. "You do as I tell you," he said furiously. She had gotten the guard upset, she realized. For he could see she was actually defying him. After all of the pain and punishment she had been tghrough he was realizing she had probably not experienced enough pain or torture to make her do as he instructed. "You will learn discipline later," he told her, "but for now I want you to get ready. Three prisoners are going to come in here and fuck the goose. A moment later the guards ushered three prisoners in. "We don't allow them sweethearts or prostitutes," the guard laughed sadistically, "but they get their fuck. We enjoy watching them screw the goose." Sure enough. The prisoners were stripping as if they expected nothing more now than an opportunity to fuck the poor animal. This bothered her and tormented her. She could not think of anything more sick than wanting to fuck the goose However, she figured it better not to make too big a fuss. She was forced to undress, too, and then she picked up the goose. She stuffed its head through the small hole in the plyboard wall. Now what am I supposed to do?" Susan asked the guard curiously as she saw him stripping, too. As the guard pulled off his shorts and his thick, black cock swung between his legs, he once more replaced his holster and his gun around his waist. "You twist the neck of the damned goose," he told her, "and when you are twisting the goose will put up a fight for its life. That's when the fucking really gets good." Susan had never heard of anything half so demented and sick. She shook her head. "I can't do that. I can't. I can't!" Menacingly the guard stepped forward. He slapped her face. "Get on the floor and lick the floor," he told her. When she got on the floor and started licking,she could see that he was jerking on his penis. "I'll shoot my load on the floor and make you lick it off," he told her. The other three prisoners who were watched by a guard holding a gun on them all, laughed. There she was licking the dirty, dark floor. The guard cupped his big black balls in his hand and pulled on his cock with the other hand. "It's gonna taste sweet," he told her, "and I'm loaded. Just wait until I shoot my wad." Now he quickened the pace of his hand-grab action. He kept on pumping vigorously. "Ohhh," he groaned as he threw his head from side to side. Soon his sperm exploded from his penis tip. It landed on the floor in a white, liquid splotch. Oooooh," he groaned, "I'm cuming. I'm cuming." The erotic frenzy that he felt now had him trembling. His hot juices spilling on the floor did not ignite her desire. Nevertheless, Susan was forced to lick his white cum off the dirty prison floor. When she had finished that, she understood what discipline meant. "Now grab the goose,' the guard smiled, "and do as I tell you. Mind you, if you disobey one word I will torture you. I will burn your breasts off." Susan was stunned and feaful at his evil, ugly words. She picked up the goose. Naked now, the curvaceous young girl walked over toward the plyboard wall. Three horny prisoners looked at her. They all wanted to fuck her. They would have much preferred sticking their cocks into Susan than in the damn squirming goose. But that was not the Ugandan guard's method of sexual technique. He wanted it done on his terms and on no other terms. When the goose's neck and head had been shoved through the small hole, the prisoners instantly jumped to their feet. One man ran over and grabbed the goose by its wings. He plunged his rigid cock right into the animal. "Smooth fucking," the prisoner panted as he pumped his penis into the animal, which was putting up a terrible struggle. "Don't twist it too much," the Ugandan guard told Susan, "you don't want to kill it. It can't wiggle if you kill it." Everything was determined. on the outcome of the lustful craving and pleasure that the horny prisoners could feel. The feelings of the small, beautiful animal were unthought of. "Twist that damned goose's head," one prisoner panted as he watched. The prisoner who was fucking was lost in his erotic pleasure. He'd waited a long time to get his cock into something tight and slick. Even though he wouldn't have picked a goose if he was on the outside, he was glad to get anything he could on the inside. "Fuck the goose," the black guard smiled as he picked up a whip and lashed the whip across the prisoner's ass cheeks. The prisoner increased the tempo of his cock stabs into the animal. "Fuck the damned goose," the guard called out. "Fuck that goose." The prisoner fucked the goose. And the goose struggled for its life. It was an ugly, evil, rotten sight. As she twisted the goose's neck she was afraid the animal would stop breathing. Therefore, she lessened the firmness with which she held the creature. "Ohhhhh," the prisoner gasped as he got his rocks off. His hot juicy cum load shot up the goose's tight channel. Pulling his cock out 9f the animal which was struggling now, another prisoner quickly replaced him. "You can slide in easy now that I've coated the hole with cum," the prisoner chuckled. The other prisoner immediately went to work. He gripped the goose's wings and began stabbing without mercy into the struggling animal. When Susan would release her grip a little, the animal would get a chance to breathe. At that point it would lessen its struggle. However, that did not bring the same measure of pleasure to the prisoner who was plunging his rigid penis into the animal's tight orifice. "Choke the damn bird," the prisoner demanded. His carnal craving knew no bounds. Susan wept bitter tears as she twisted the animal's neck. The black Ugandan guard felt his balls tense and tighten. His cock lengthened and strengthened as he watched the sadistic, erotic spectacle. "Let up on that goose's neck," he warned Susan. "You'll choke it to death. Let the next prisoner get his fuck, too." Susan realized she was being asked to do the impossible. If she squeezed the goose's neck too tightly, it would almost choke to death. However, it would struggle and provide the erotic thrills that the man who was fucking wanted. Yet if she gave it too much air it would cease to struggle and the pleasurable penis stabs arrived at because of the animal's wiggle action would be gone. It didn't take long for the second horny stud to get his cock to shoot. Thusting in as far as it would go he let out a moan of ecstasy. "Ohhhhh," he exclaimed, "I'm cuming. Keep twisting the goose's neck." Slipping his cock out of the goose, the third prisoner positioned himself in front of the plyboard wall. All that he saw now was the animal dangling. He knew that he had to grip it quickly and hold it. Otherwise it certainly would struggle and strangle to death. Gripping its firm body and holding its wings as best he could, he inserted his cock into the fighting creature. The Ugaiidan guard decided he would have to apply the whip to the man's behind. For the prisoner wasn't fucking at the tempo that he thought essential for the ultimate orgasm. "Faster," the black guard demanded angrily, "fuck faster. Tat's how. Fuck it!" With penetrating cock stabs into the creature, he was bringing himself closer, ever closer to climax. "Fuck it," he grunted as he rutted in the animal, "fuck, fuck." Breathlessly he was pumping it in now. The poor struggling creature could hardly stand it. It was getting short of air. "Don't kill the fucking goose," the black guard demanded. "I want to stick my pecker in it, too." Susan released the grip around the goose's neck. Once more the animal did not put up a struggle for survival. And once again the impossibly frustrating situation developed. For the horny prisoner who was plunging his rigid cock into the creature could not get the kicks he desired. "Wiggle, you damned beast," the prisoner grunted as he thrust his cock forward. Susan once more increased the pressure and the animal struggled. Nevertheless, she quickly let loose so the guard would get his fuck in this dreaded, sick manner. The third prisoner let his juices spill in the animal as Susan clutched its neck so it would squeeze the cum out of his cock and please him. When the prisoner had finished, the black guard was ready. "Now I will show you men how to fuck a goose," he laughed. Naked, the black guard walked over toward the goose. As he clasped it, the three prisoners and another guard watched. Only his holster and his gun remained on his body. He was sweating now as he gripped the small body of the frightened creature. His rigid, black cock was inserted in the goose instantly. Ramming it ruthlessly he outdid all of the other prisoners. "Whip my ass," he called out to the other guard. The other guard did not want to be distracted. He assigned a prisoner to whip the ass of the first black-skinned guard. For he was certain that if he did not have his gun instantly available, a prisoner might make an attempt to escape. He didn't want this to happen. Immediately the prisoner picked up the whip. He lashed it hard over the black Ugandan's buttocks. He figured the guard would complain. However, he also calculated he would obtain a great deal of satisfaction lashing his bare, black butt. For he hated him with a vengeance. And he wanted to get his vengeance in this way. The black guara didn't flinch. He had been educated on a diet of sadism and sex. He loved the feel of the whip across his bare, black ass cheeks as he fucked furiously. He was really ramming now. "I'll fuck the goose, 'he grunted, "and I'll fuck it. Mind you, I will fuck it good." Ramming it in crudely, he lewdly stabbed his penisinto the struggling animal. "Fuck," he grunted as he rutted in, "fuck it. That's how. Fuck it. Fuck it." The erotic pleasure that he was deriving at this moment had him worked into a passionate pitch. The men watched as the black guard seriously fucked the goose. "I want you to kill it when I'm fucking it," he told Susan bluntly. "I will tell you when. But now release the animal's neck so it can breathe. But let me get a good fuck in first. I mean, squeeze like you're gonna choke it. Then allow a little air. I've got to get my fuck." The guard was obviously demented and sick. Susan understood this all too well. She realized that he might derive pleasure from killing humans as well as animals. But here she was confronted with a terrible horrifying deed that she must perform. "Fuck," the guard gasped. "Fuck." Letting his penis probe deep into the animal's tight, slick hole, he was deriving a great deal of pleasure from this act. He liked to slip his cock in after the other men had shot their loads. This made it easier for his rigid, long black cock to slide. He couldn't hide his pleasure in this erotic sex. "Fuck the damned goose," he grunted as he rutted into the animal. "Fuck it, fuck it." The goose was putting up a struggle for survival once more. It was turning and twisting and twitching. "Not yet," the black guard grunted. "Wait. Give me some more pleasure. Let it live so I can fuck it a few more times." Susan squeezed the animal's neck again. But not too long. Recognizing that if she did it couldn't put up a struggle. And it was in this struggle where the key to the pleasure lay to the black guard's warped desires. As the beautiful white goose wiggled for its life, the black guard held it firmly. He plunged his penis ever deeper at a quickening, steady, rhythmic tempo. "There's nothing better that a good goose fuck," he grunted. "Fuck it. Fuck it." The guard observed that the prisoner was not lashing his gyrating black ass with the whip. He complained. "Tend to your business," he told him emphatically. "Whip my ass. Whip it good." Momentarily the prisoner had watched, completely transfixed. He had never seen anything like it. And he hoped he never would again. Reaching for the whip he brought it down with a sharp sting across the black guard's bottom. The guard didn't object. Instead, he smiled. "Thanks a lot," he grinned as he looked at the prisoner and then returned to paying attention to the struggling goose that he was fucking. "Fuck it," the guard grunted, "fuck it." Now the goose was really struggling. The guard knew that he was sliding to climax. He didn't want Susan to give the goose a chance to breathe. He wanted to have her kill the bird and told her so. "Kill the damn fucking goose," he grunted. "Let, me get my fuck. That's all that matters. Indeed it was all that mattered to him. As Susan's fingers clenched tightly in a death hold around the goose's neck, the bird put up a violent struggle. As it struggled for its very survival, it provided tremendous erotic thrills for the black guard. He was pumping his penis in at a steady wild tempo. His savage cock stabs were matched by his cries of passionate ec- stasy. "Ohhhh," he groane,,d, "I can't stand it. Ohhh, ahhh, yes, yes. His hot sperm shot into the goose's dying body. Finally when the animal had finished struggling he slowly eased his cock from the goose's tight channel. "You can drop it now," he told Susan. In a grotesque sight that followed, the prisoners laughed. For the goose hung by its neck. The guard told one of the prisoners to get the goose's neck through the small hole in the plyboard wall. "Then put it in that sack over there," he advised, "and you can take it down the hall to the dump." The prisoner did as he was told. Once he had the goose in the sack he and the other two prisoners were ushered naked down the hall. They had their clothes in their arms. And the prisoner with the sack with the dead goose felt awful. He knew how sick and evil everything was at this damned hellhole in Uganda. How he wished he could get out. Maybe he would meet a fate as bad as this. It tormented and bothered him. He tried to erase thoughts of his own death from his mind. For it was too ugly, too horrible, too frightening to grasp. Finally the Ugandan guard confronted Susan. "If you want to talk," he told her, "we can put you up in a fine hotel. You will have everything. Beautiful rooms, wonderful food. You won't have to live like this. But we must know your contact. The one you were delivering to, and the one who sent you. We are going to stop the drug traffic in Uganda if we have to kill every pusher we find." It had never entered Susan's mind that she might be killed for her participation in such terrible conduct. She was now forced to give it some thought. It was unpleasant, evil and ugly to contemplate her situation. Nevertheless, she had to be realistic. "You wouldn't kill me, would you?" she asked, trying to see if he had one scrap of humanity or decency remaining within him. "It would be a pleasure,' the guard told her frankly. As she stood before him, Susan realized she was totally at the mercy of these sadistic, cruel, black Ugandan prison guards.