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Archive name: Africa04.txt (M/F, rp, nc, mc, F/F)
Authors name: Dark Dreamer
Story Title : AFRICAN DRUMS - (4/8)
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This is the story of a spoiled teenage coed who is
forced to accompany her parents on an African safari.
She becomes separated and is kidnapped and abused by
jungle savages and other nasty sorts. There is no real
violence... aside from the rapes, non-consensual sex
and bondage, that is. Our heroine does come out
essentially unharmed in the end.
----------------(( Kristen's collection ))--------------
Joe knelt behind a large coconut tree as the group
of Pounta warriors moved past. He held the Uzi in his
hands, almost not breathing until they had passed. An
encounter now would have made it extremely difficult to
continue the search, to say nothing of the danger to
his skin.
He heaved a sigh of relief when they'd passed,
then lowered the gun. Just as he did an arrow thunked
into the tree next to his head. He dove flat and
rolled, hearing several other arrows zipping past him
as he rolled behind a bush and pair of trees.
He peered through the bush, seeing nothing. Look-
ing back at the tree, he could see the direction the
arrows had come from, just behind that set of trees
there, he decided. Then one of the bushes shook and he
fired an entire clip into the area, shaking the gun
from side to side to spread out the impact area.
As soon as the clip was empty he jumped to his
feet and raced back the way he'd come along the trail.
There were no sounds behind him. Even if he'd hit one
of the natives and not killed him the man would not
have made a sound.
After thirty seconds, he turned and jumped as far
as he could off the trail, landing and rolling. Then he
began crawling as fast as he could without making
noise. He clutched the reloaded Uzi to his chest as he
moved as far from the trail as possible.
Once out of sight of it, he jumped to his feet and
struck out at an angle, moving swiftly, but quietly.
Nobody could outrun the natives of this area, so his
only hope lay in silence, in them not knowing exactly
where he was.
He cursed furiously as he moved. He was reasonably
sure he'd killed a few of the Pounta, if that was in-
deed them in the bushes, and that meant they'd never
stop tracking him. This was going to make it damned
hard to find that girl, unless he brought an army back
here.
He heard no movement behind him, but he knew bet-
ter than to take heart in that. The Pounta wouldn't
make any noise. His little jump off the trail wouldn't
fool them for more than a minute, and despite his pre-
cautions as he moved, they would find his trail very
soon.
He moved between a pair of tall trees, then stop-
ped. He quickly reached back and pulled a thin spool of
fishing line from his pack, tying it and then stringing
it around one of the trees, through the bushes and
around the other tree trunk. He attached a grenade to
either end and then raced away, knowing they couldn't
be far behind now.
He was right, less than thirty seconds after he
started running there was a loud double explosion be-
hind him. He smiled grimly. If they hadn't heard him
running, they might have been watching the ground more
carefully. Now they'd have to slow down considerably
to avoid any similar traps he left.
That gave him time, which was what he really need-
ed. He was no slouch at losing pursuit, and given
enough space between him and his pursuers he was
reasonably sure he'd be able to lose them. The trouble
was he was heading directly away from the Bantu vil-
lages and towards the Pounta
-=*=-
Kristen wrinkled her nose and pushed away the bowl
but the old fat woman insisted, pushing it back at her
again. She'd already drank a bowl of the foul smelling
stuff and didn't want any more, but couldn't seem to
get that across to the big woman.
The heat and smell of the first bowl was already
making her sick. Her chest felt on fire and her stomach
rumbled. Nevertheless, she began sipping on the bowl,
thinking forlornly about the cases of spring water in
the jeeps they'd brought.
Only after she finished the terrible stuff did the
old woman let go her hold on the bowl. She looked at
Kristen curiously, her fat hand feeling Kristen's
belly, then her chest, between her breasts, then her
forehead. She nodded then moved away, saying something
to the other fat woman.
The two of them Picked up another pot of some-
thing. Kristen groaned, praying it wasn't something
else she had to eat. She didn't think she could keep
anything else down. Her stomach was feeling more
quivery and unsettled by the minute.
But they didn't hold the bowl near her face, in-
stead they turned her over onto her hands and knees,
pushing her down and holding her there, though she
didn't resist. One of the fat women took a handful of
thick goo that looked like a kind of dark honey or
molasses, and rubbed it against Kristen's crotch.
Kristen was startled, but didn't move away. The
fat woman rubbed her hand up and down Kristen's pubic
mound for a few seconds, then slowly thrust a finger
in between Kristen's pussy lips. Kristen tried to move
away, but the other fat woman snapped something angrily
and Kristen trembled but held still.
The finger inside her pushed deep into her cunt
tunnel, then wriggled around, pressing first one side,
then another, then another, then another. It withdrew,
then slid in again. It withdrew, and then two fingers
were thrust into her.
Kristen could feel her pussy oily and wet with the
greasy slime she'd put on her cuntmound. The two
fingers pressed against opposite sides of her pussylips
and opened her up. Now two more fingers, then three
more were placed against her pussy mouth, all holding
her cunt wide open.
She whimpered in pain as the first fat woman held
her cunt wide open. The second fat woman slapped heap-
ing handfuls of that smelly oozing molasses stuff
against her, then began to thrust several fingers into
her pussy, rubbing the stuff into her good.
Kristen had no idea why they were doing that, in
fact, she was finding it increasingly hard to think
anything coherently. Her brain was in a strange muddle
and she didn't know why. Suddenly, she giggled, then
stopped, amused at nothing in particular.
The woman behind her continued to rub her fingers
in and out of her pussy tunnel. The second woman let
her cuntlips go and they closed tightly around the
second woman's three fingers, which continued to slide
in and out of her cunt tunnel.
Churla pulled her fingers free from the White
girl's love tunnel and stood up, wiping her fingers off
on her skirt. She accepted a drink of retgha from
Ghumne and watched the still kneeling girl. Beneath her
legs, as if she had released it from her bowels, was a
wet pile of Churla's brew. More continued to dribble
out from her love hole now that it was closed.
That was all right. Lunga would not be happy if
the girl was a mess down there. Churla gave her love
hole a few minutes to push out the excess liquid, then
moved back to her. By this time, the girl was humming
softly and moving her head from side to side like an
imbecile.
Churla led her a few feet away from the pile of
liquid, then knelt beside her once again. She wiped
the girl's crotch dry, then began to rub her finger
up and down the little pink slit. She found the
centerpiece of woman's enjoyment, up at the top of the
lovehole, and began to manipulate it carefully.
Churla had done this a number of times before,
always with new virgin wives. Normally the Bantu girl's
married as soon as they began menstruating, and as such
the girl's were often of small size compared with the
men. The men married only when they were old enough to
pay the bride price to the girl's father.
The girl's humming became more highly pitched as
Churla worked on her love button. The girl's behind
began to push back against Churla's rubbing fingers.
That was good. Churla knew that the girl's own love
hole would now be manufacturing it's own grease to
ease Lunga's passage.
She kept rubbing the little button though and the
girl pumped her behind out at her with more vigor.
Churla stopped then, though the girl continued to rut
her ass backwards for several seconds. Churla waited a
time, then began to rub the little button again.
By the time Lunga returned half an hour later,
the White girl was sobbing and shaking with need.
Churla had never brought a girl to such heights of
need before. Were it not for the immensity of Lunga's
organ she would not do so now. It was a cruel thing to
do.
Though neither could understand the White girl's
language, they could both recognize the pleading and
begging and weeping, and felt sorry for the girl. They
both knew that it was for her own good however. She
would receive her reward many times over when Lunga
took her.
Churla gave her trembling body a final rub, then
stood up. She and Ghumne lifted the girl by the arms
and carried her to a big log that was covered with a
blanket. Even they could not take Lunga's massive
weight upon their body and of course, no one could
expect this slight creature to do so.
They set her down belly down, across the log. It
was almost too high for the girl's knees to touch the
ground, though she was not a short girl. They balanced
her carefully, with her top draped down one side and
her ass sticking up in the air.
Each pulled a leg apart, opening up what was now
a steaming volcanic pit in the girl's crotch. Lunga
nodded with a grunt and the two moved aside.
Lunga stripped off his weapons and loincloth,
standing there naked. He smiled happily as he looked
down at the trembling White buttocks looking up at him.
His hand went to his manhood, which was already at half
erection. Fat fingers shucked up and down as he knelt
behind the girl.
Very quickly, his manhood rose up between his legs
until it was pointing straight out towards the girl's
gleaming moist pussy mouth. Lung looked at her smoothly
rounded ass cheeks with interest, dropping his big
leathery hands on them and kneading the soft flesh.
He grumbled with pleasure, then took his right
hand off to fold it around his thick penis. He pushed
the uncircumcised head against the opening to the
girl's love hole and slowly pushed forward. At first,
her love hole flatly refused to open before his blunt
nosed organ.
He was a warrior however and used to challenges
and adversity. He pushed harder, then harder still.
Slowly his organ began to sink into the incredible
tightness between the girl's legs. As he did, she
whined and mewled and shook her body atop the log.
Kristen was dazed and unhappy. She didn't know
what was going on, but her body felt tense and wet and
itchy. The itch was most pronounced between her legs,
being so itchy and tingly that she kept trying to touch
and scratch it. The women wouldn't let her though.
The strangeness in her belly grew and grew and she
began to whine, then suddenly, she felt something push
firmly against her cunt opening. She mewled with plea-
sure for firm pressure was what she instinctively knew
she needed to gain the release that would satisfy her
belly.
The firmness became greater and greater, and she
felt a pain, almost a tearing between her legs. She
whimpered in pain, trying to draw away, but was held
in a grip of iron. The pressure mounted and she felt
her pussy lips being forced unnaturally wide around
something.
She kept trying to crawl up over the log and es-
cape but couldn't move an inch. Her pussy lips con-
tinued to open, to spread as some massive thing pushed
against her. She felt it stab into her body, prying
open the front of her cunt tunnel as it drove into her.
Her elastic cunt spread wider than ever it had
before, the silky flesh of the tube straining to absorb
the giant girth of the object pushing into it. Thick
gobs of grease and girl juice eased the way as the huge
cock pushed deeper, a full three inches inside her now
and spreading her cunt wide, splitting her cheeks and
body.
Lunga threw his hips forward and the girl screamed
in pain as three more inches jammed into her small
belly. She was even tighter than Mbinga had said. He
swatted, not with the effort but with the tremendous
pressure being exerted on the front of his manhood.
He pulled back an inch, then thrust forward, jam-
ming three more inches into her belly. He grumbled,
the sound like a lion, then drew back two more inches.
He lunged forward, his bloated organ stabbing in sev-
eral more inches.
Kristen trembled in shock, sure she was being
killed. Her entire lower body felt grossly swollen
around some massive log that had been forced up into
her. She hugged the log, her fingers White as she felt
the log press even deeper inside her.
She felt it's end crushing up against her cervix
with tremendous force. Her belly ached and screamed,
cramps rolling through it as her organs were forced
apart. Even her pubic bones were slowly forced wider,
as if she were in childbirth.
Still the pressure continued as more and more of
the log was fed into her overstuffed fuck tunnel. She
gritted her teeth and closed her eyes, waiting for the
feeling of blood gushing from her crotch.
Then the thing jammed even deeper, seeming to push
right up into her stomach. She almost threw up, gagging
as the thing forced it's way up the length of her body.
She wondered, dazedly, if it would actually go up
through her chest and into her brain.
But it moved no further. It held within her, un-
moving. She trembled around it, and felt it throb
within her body. She wondered what kind of a log or
weapon they had used that it should seem to breath with
a life of it's own.
Lunga rubbed his hands over the woman's widely
parted buttocks. At last, the entire length of his
manhood laid within her. His fat, heavy balls, the
size of tennis balls, hung low beneath his crotch,
resting against the side of the log as his manhood
shaft laid enfolded in the fiery heat and crushing
embrace of this White girl's love tunnel.
He waited patiently, knowing he must. Churla had
been only thirteen when he'd first taken her, and no
bigger than this. Ghumne had been the same age. He knew
that the woman beneath him was older than they had
been, though not quite as large as them at their first
use.
He slowly pulled his manhood back, retreating only
a few inches for fear that the entire tunnel would
collapse behind him. He pushed forward again, then
retreated. Slowly he built up his speed as her muscles
surrendered beneath his immensity.
Certain now, that the girl would survive Lunga's
lovemaking, Churla and Ghumne left the hut to begin
making the afternoon meal. Lunga humped faster and
faster into the girl's love hole, his hands now moving
more freely across her wonderfully soft skin.
Kristen could hardly believe she was still alive.
The thing that had pushed into her cunt was now moving
in and out, fucking her like a cock. Wearily, she pull-
ed her head up and turned around to gaze behind her.
There was a giant behind her and he actually was fuck-
ing her.
She stared with disbelief at the size of his mas-
sive prick as it moved in and out of her body. She
could hardly believe her cunt had managed to absorb
something that size without splitting wide open. There
was no sign of blood, though his cock was completely
Black and would have made that difficult to spot.
Weakly, her head fell back and she groaned as the
giant fucking her picked up the pace. His enormous cock
was thudding down into the end of her cunt-pit with
tremendous force, causing her pain. It felt like there
was a fist repeatedly punching her deep inside her
body.
Her cunt tunnel, so widely stretched, felt like it
was being rasped by sandpaper as the fat fuck-stick
drove in and out. Every hair on Lunga's shaft cut along
the super taut skin of her rubber cunt tunnel. The pain
however, began to ease, partly because her cunt had
somewhat adjusted, but mostly because her muscles had
given up and were no longer functioning.
She felt the repeated impact, not just of the
giant's cock tip against her cervix, but of his heavy
belly and hips against her ass and thighs. The impact
was hard enough to bruise her painfully, but there was
nothing she could do to stop it. In fact, the power of
his thrusting grew.
Now though, without the agony she had first ex-
perienced, her body's previous sexual arousal began to
reassert itself. Her clitty was being buzzed furiously
by the thickness of the cock driving over it, her cunt
was being ploughed, skewered.
Her belly, already cramping and fluttering with
the deep and thick penetration, resumed it's sensuous
dance as her already dazed mind suffered under new
assaults of feverish need. Her body shook, trembled.
Already it was jerking and humping as the giant cock
threw it forward and pulled it back, but it increased
it's movement.
Then a minor orgasm swept through her, leaving her
breathless. Rather than calm her body down it merely
stoked the fires higher. She was burning up with sexual
fever, her body bubbling and boiling as her nerve end-
ings twisted and quivered.
A second orgasm hit her, wrenching her reality and
making her cry out at it's sudden shocking force. Her
body shook and trembled, and her ass actually pushed
back against the monster prong fucking her. Again, she
clutched the log, now holding it as a child caught in
a whirlwind, seeking an anchor to reality.
Her body convulsed and she howled in torment and
delight. A fireball of sexual ecstasy exploded in her
lower belly, sending hot steaming streamers shooting
out into her body. She was being royally fucked, and
in the dim recesses of her mind knew it.
The giant's fingers hauled her upwards, lifting
her off the log and carrying her across the floor to a
bed of straw. She was dropped back down onto her knees
again, and the reaming continued, with even more force.
Now the huge fingers, which totally encircled her
belly, hauled her back against the fuck-pole rutting
her.
Her body was jerked back and forth like a rag
doll, her head flying up and down with the sudden
changes in direction, her breasts whipping back and
forth. Spit drooled out of her gaping mouth as she
stared at multi colored lights bursting before her
eyes.
She came again, her entire body seared by a super-
nova, blasting through her. Sexual electricity ripped
up and down her spine, causing muscle convulsions. Her
back arched, then began to bounce up and down wildly.
Something huge and hard and heavy was slamming in-
to her buttocks with terrible force, but the feeling was
hardly noticeable beneath the impaling power of the
mighty cock within her. Giant fingers like sausages
whipped around her breasts then squeezed them with an
awful force, making her screech in response.
Her chest exploded with agony and ecstasy, her
breasts burning and throbbing and rippling with sexual
electricity. Fat fingers caught her nipples and twisted
them, pulled them downwards, distorting her breasts.
The nipples were stretched out a full two inches from
her tits, almost touching the ground beneath her.
Then she came again, the top of her head blowing
off as her body flailed and writhed and danced in mad-
ness. Her head lashed from side to side and her entire
nervous system screamed and flared out. Then, just be-
fore she lost consciousness, she felt an immense flood
of liquids gushing into her belly. She knew it was her
blood and that she had just died, but she died happily.
Lunga felt his seed shooting into the White girl
in great fat heaping wads of shiny white potency. Her
body collapsed after a final wailing shriek as he
emptied himself into her. He gave a satisfied sigh, and
pulled his fingers from around her waist.
Her arms collapsed, dropping her head and chest
down onto the ground. Her knees slipped apart and her
ass slowly sank down, her cunt sliding over his soften-
ing cock before finally pulling free and dropping her
flat on the dirt. Thick gobs of White sperm dribbled
out of the still open love hole, but Lunga knew enough
had been pumped into her to do the job.
-=*=-
Joe giggled weakly as the sound of the distant
explosion echoed through the jungle. He'd started lay-
ing false trails hours ago, finally creating enough
of a gap between him and his pursuers to plant the thin
wire, then double far back, climb a tree and climb and
jump from branch to branch through the densely packed
growth for a hundred yards.
The explosion signaled the Pounta had found the
end of his trail miles distant and heading in the op-
posite direction. Now, unless he hit bad luck, he was
safe, at least from that group. He rested his weary
frame for a half hour, then rose and began making his
way back north.
By darkness he'd recovered most of the ground he'd
lost during the morning's pursuit. He slept in a tree,
then continued at dawn, leaving that particular tribe's
boundary a few hours later. He reached the first of the
Bantu villages, and after a nervous few minutes, was
welcomed generously enough.
He had lunch with the village chieftain, who pro-
fessed no knowledge about a White skinned female in
this area and looked at Joe like he was crazy when the
White guide tried to explain what the color pink was.
Joe managed to gain a guide further north, to the
Clantae village a dozen miles away, reaching there by
nightfall. The girl wasn't there either, much to his
disgust and weariness. He decided to camp there for the
night.
Around the fire, he told the chief of his trouble
with the Pounta and how he'd escaped them. The chief
and his warriors howled with laughter as he described
the Pounta being blown up by his explosive booby traps.
The chief called him "Loitiiea," which meant roughly,
tiger-man, and presented him with one of his daughters
for the night.
The girl, a young thing who's body still bore the
slimness of girlhood, but also the wide hips and round-
ed breasts of womanhood, giggled at the sight of his
reddened prick. Her body was a gleaming, shiny Black
in the dim light as he slowly caressed her body.
Her small brown nipples tasted of smoky meat as he
suckled gently. His tongue slid downward along her bel-
ly and then in between her legs. She allowed him to
part her thighs, glancing in astonishment as his tongue
began to move up and down her slit.
He slid a finger inside her, and began to pump it
in and out as his tongue found and began to slid back
and forth across her clit. She was extremely curious as
well as wary, but relaxed completely when the pleasure
began to course through her body.
She whimpered, murmuring in wonderment as her body
steamed with sexual heat. The Bantu were hardly the
world's greatest lovers. The men simply drove it in and
humped for a couple of minutes until they came. Orgasm
was not totally unknown among women, but seldom hap-
pened in actual sex. As for masturbation, it was tech-
nically forbidden to women, though the older ones all
did it from time to time. This girl, though, seemed not
to have. Her eyes were wide with excitement and bewild-
ered pleasure as Joe's tongue whipped back and forth
across her clit.
Then her back arched. "Oooooooooohhhhhhh!" she
gasped, pushing her small cunt up against his face. His
fingers slid in and out of the little pink slit as his
tongue writhed against her.
When she stopped shaking, he climbed up the length
of her body and drove his cock into her tight pink
hole. She threw her arms around him and kissed him,
their lips meeting wetly and forcefully. His hands went
under her ass and jerked her up against him as he began
to pump into her with excited speed.
Then he came, his cock spewing out his jism as she
writhed in pleasure under him. He sucked hard on her
nipples, his hands fondling her ass as he humped con-
tinuously into her pink hole.
-=*=-
Kristen was awakened by Lunga's wives, who slapped
her face and tossed water on her to bring her to con-
sciousness. Churla rubbed her hand against Kristen's
cunt gently, smiling in sympathy and saying something
Kristen couldn't understand.
They helped the teenager to her feet and walked
her outside into the sun, sitting her down on the
ground as they sat on low stools beside her. They began
sewing hides together, making a skirt for someone.
Kristen tried to sit, but couldn't do it comfortably.
Her behind and cunt hurt too much when she put pressure
on them.
One of the women said something to the other, and
they both looked at Kristen and laughed. She flushed in
embarrassment. Then one of them got up and picked up a
basket of some dirty clothing and pulled on Kristen's
arm.
Naked, she followed the woman down the path to the
stream, where the woman dumped the basket, then picked
up a sarong. She brought it over to a rock and dumped
it into the water, then started rubbing it on the rock.
She motioned to Kristen, who stood beside her watching.
Then she moved away and pushed Kristen towards the
thing, obviously wanting her to do it. She sighed and
began rubbing the thing against the rock as the woman
stood by and watched in satisfaction. The woman pro-
duced another wad of leafy gooey stuff, like the women
had used to clean Kristen earlier.
She rubbed it against the cloth and signaled
Kristen to keep rubbing it as she watched. There were
several other rocks and the other woman began to clean
clothes on one, as Kristen cleaned them on the other.
After about an hour, she found herself wondering
why these people didn't get a washing machine, then
smiled at her own foolishness. The fat woman saw her
smile and smiled back, saying something happily.
Kristen followed her back into the camp, looking
around more carefully than she had before. She noted
that there were several nude people in the camp besides
herself. Most were women, but a couple were men. She
guessed that these too were prisoners of some sort.
In fact, they were slaves, as she was. But the
word slave simply didn't enter her mind. She thought
of herself as a prisoner, that was all. The fat women
taught her how to pound meet with a rock, for what
purpose she didn't know, and had her stirring a deep
smelly pot of something.
After that, she began to sweep out the hut with a
rough broom thing, then carried in fresh straw from a
pile under a lean-to. The giant man came into the hut
just then. He pushed her down onto her knees and knelt
behind her.
Kristen whined in anxious worry and tensed up. He
pulled her legs apart and then slowly forced his huge
organ into her body again, pounding furiously against
her until she cried out and collapsed with exhaustion.
When he'd poured a load of hot cum into her, he left.
She was given more clothing to wash, then a small
bowl of goop to eat for lunch, after which she had to
follow a girl of about ten to a small pasture where
there were goats. The girl showed her how to milk the
goats, and despite her revulsion, Kristen had had to
sit down and begin to fondle the thing's teats, sending
milk shooting into a wood barrel.
By dinner, she was exhausted. She had to keep
working though, as the two fat women, their numerous
children and the giant man who'd raped her, all ate.
When they had finished, she was given a bowl of
the same sludge she'd eaten before, along with a bowl
containing the scraps from their own meal. She looked
at it in surprise and disgust, but she was ravenous
after working all day and had no choice but to eat the
partly burned, partly undercooked, cold meat. In fact,
she wolfed it down quickly. Mildly surprised that she
could even force it into her mouth.
Shortly after that, one of the fat ladies led her
across the village to a small hut. This one was much
more strongly built than others, and had a door of
sorts, made of strong young tree branches lashed to-
gether. She was pushed inside and the thing closed
behind her.
Churla pushed the bolt into place across the slave
shack and gave a sigh of relief. Now she could go back
to her hut and get some sleep. She glanced behind her
as she walked away, hoping the White girl would be all
right in there.
Normally, slave women slept in their owner's hut.
Only slave men were kept in the strongly locked little
shack. However, out of kindness for her body's needs,
they had put her in with the two slave men. She had
only been taken twice during the day and they worried
that was not enough.
Lunga's huge girth could not be used by her always
though. After all, Churla and Ghumne needed it's use as
well. From Mbinga's description, the girl needed to be
used many times, and Churla was confident the slave men
would see to her.
<Kristen's collection> Continued in part 5...