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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.