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Archive name: Africa05.txt (M/F, rp, nc, mc, F/F)
Authors name: Dark Dreamer
Story Title : AFRICAN DRUMS - (5/8)
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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 bid farewell to the Claintu village and headed
east towards the Minra clan village thirty kilometers
away. Again, he was accompanied by a guide, a thin,
grinning teenager who moved along far to cockily for
Joe's comfort.
Close to the village, okay, but after half a dozen
kilometers he began to worry if the boy might be show-
ing off in a rather dangerous way. He had to con-
tinuously shush the boy as he insisted on talking in
overly loud whispers.
It was more in resignation, then in surprise then,
that he saw a blur next to him and then watched a spear
pin the boy to a tree. The boy was looking at it in
astonishment as several more spears chunked into the
ground and bush around him.
Joe dove behind another tree, then edged around
towards were the spears were coming from. There was no
sign of movement and no sound from whoever had fired
the arrow. He knew the general direction and that was
all. Then the bushes suddenly jerked apart and a dozen
screaming Pounta warriors raced forward.
Joe brought the Uzi up and sprayed bullets towards
them, felling several, then he swung the butt around to
knock aside a stabbing spear, kicking the man in the
crotch and shooting two others as they approached from
the other side.
He shot the first warrior then, jumping atop a low
hill and firing wildly behind him. Half a dozen feet
away another warrior slammed his spear deep into the
Bantu boy's belly.
Joe raced through the bush, reloading as he dodged
spears. He kept spraying the gun behind him as he ran,
forcing the pursuing warriors to dive to cover. Then a
long flying spear caught him in the side, bowling him
over.
The surge of adrenaline he was riding allowed him
to jerk it out, almost screaming as blood welled from
the wound. He tore a spare shirt from his pack and
wadded it up, pressing it against the hole, then get-
ting up and staggering off.
Most of the warriors were dead behind him, and he
shot two more who wouldn't quit before he left the last
of them behind. He managed to stop finally, and pull
bandages and disinfectants from his pack, carefully
bandaging the wound before falling unconscious.
-=*=-
Kristen couldn't see anything in the darkened hut,
but then she heard, and sensed movement. She was stand-
ing with her back against the door and she pushed
against it worriedly. It failed to budge. There was
some light in the hut from barred windows high up, but
there was nothing to see.
Then something moved into a section of light. She
heaved a sigh of relief. It was only a man. Two men,
she corrected herself. Both tall and Black, and looking
at her with astonishment on their faces. One of them
said something to the other.
Kristen was surprised at the words, for she
thought she'd come to recognize the sing-song language
of the people who'd captured her and this was dif-
ferent. The men moved closer, and she saw that they
were naked. They must be prisoners like her, of course,
she chided herself.
"Who are you?" she asked, hoping they would speak
English. They looked back blankly. "My name is
Kristen." She patted her chest. "Kristen."
"What does she say?" Craw asked.
"I do not speak her language." Sno replied.
"Why is she here?"
"Why would I know."
"It has been long since I have had a woman."
"You may never have another if her master catches
you."
"Why would they put her in here if not as a reward
to us?"
"I do not know all the ways of the Bantu. Perhaps
it is a test."
"If so, I intend to pass it." Craw said, a long
smile appearing on his face as his eyes slid up and
down the light skinned female standing before him.
"They may kill you."
"I am tired of this anyway. At least my member
will enjoy itself before I die." He reached for the
female and drew her in close to him, his hands running
up and down her body. Her skin was amazingly soft.
"I have never taken a White woman before." he
breathed.
Kristen had no idea what the two were talking
about. It was plain what the first one wanted however,
when his hand began to caress her breasts. She stood
acquiescently as his hands roamed her lithe body,
sliding down between her legs to cup her pubic mound
firmly.
The man looked at her, as if wondering what she
would do. Kristen looked back blankly. She had no idea
of the low status these men held, and was afraid to
resist in any way. What was the point, anyway?
The man pushed her down on her back on a pile of
straw and lay down on top of her. She spread her legs
resignedly and felt his hardness press against her
belly. His mouth slurped around her right nipple and
his teeth chewed lightly. She winced, for his teeth
were odd and sharp.
Then she grunted a she felt his cock pushed into
her pussy hole. Her sore pussy lips spread and his
member pushed into her. Her cunt adjusted quickly,
despite her lack of sexual excitement. Perhaps the long
fat cock of the giant had loosened her cunt forever.
She grunted in disgust as the man's mouth came
down on hers, his lips rubbing forcefully, and his
tongue sliding into her own mouth. His hands were all
over her, like mad, uncontrolled animals, they were
fast and rough as they moved from place to place,
squeezing and fondling her.
His hands slid under her then, cupping her ass
cheeks as he began to stroke into her. Like most of the
natives she'd been raped by, he had not a trace of
expertise, at least as she'd come to know it. There was
no gentleness in his fucking, instead it was a harsh,
fast, brutal fucking.
He humped furiously into her, his cock slicing in
and out of her pained body. His hips smashed down into
hers, his pubic bone cracking against her crotch and
lower belly as he rutted against her. She felt the
speed of his cock burning up her cunt, sending pain
shooting into her belly, but knew she could do nothing
about it.
His breathing became faster and faster as his
excitement mounted. His cock pumped brutally, his body
hammering down into the slim White girl. Kristen's ass
was bouncing up and down on the ground, in the grip of
the man's iron fingers.
He jerked her groin up to meet his brutal downward
thrusts, sending his cock shooting down her fuck tunnel
with powerful force. He began grunting with the effort
as he humped against her. The tiny shack resounded with
his gasps and grunts, and the wet slapping sound of his
body coming against hers.
His cock pistoned back and forth inside Kristen
with incredible speed, and her body was hammered re-
peatedly by the brutal pounding of his groin into her
thighs and crotch. His lips were bruisingly demanding
as they roved hungrily against hers.
They moved all along her throat, stopping every
few inches. Wherever they stopped his sharply pointed
teeth came out and nipped her tender flesh repeatedly.
He gripped her twin mammary mounds and squeezed them
up and together, then rubbed his face back and forth
across them.
His hands seized her head firmly and pressed his
lips against hers, his tongue wriggling around in her
mouth as his breath was forced into her and then sucked
back out. He ground his hips into her, his prong buried
deep in her silky fuck-tunnel.
Kristen moaned, her body becoming aroused despite
her unhappiness. All her resistance to fucking had been
broken down in the past days. She was no longer embar-
rassed or even bothered much by strange men taking her
without her leave and consent.
Her body, without the resistance of her mind,
responded as a woman's body will, her clit, repeatedly
hammered, rubbed and sawed by the man's cock and belly,
send hot quivering blasts of sexual bliss through her
belly.
Her pussy, stuffed and pumped, sent it's own
steamy message of enjoyment. Her breasts, sucked, man-
handled, squeezed and kneaded, their small pink nipples
chewed and bothered, became hot and swollen with sexual
heat, the nipples hard and erect.
Tentatively, at first, she began to respond, to
push back against his pounding fuck-tool. Her heels
ground into the dirt, pushing against it as if to lift
herself upward onto that plunging organ. She drew her
heels up, then raised her legs into the air in short
little bounces.
As the hard, savage fucking continued, she brought
her legs up around the tribesman, hugging him to her as
she opened her crotch to even deeper penetration. Her
moans were added to his grunts as the steely cock con-
tinued its' rasping pump.
She whimpered in ecstasy as she felt his cocktip
high in her belly, and ground herself harder on it. His
hands came down around her ass cheeks, pulling her even
tighter against his crotch as his excitement became
uncontrollable.
He pounded his cock down her slimy wet cunt tunnel
his body sweating and gleaming in the moonlight coming
from the window. Her fingers dug into his back, clawing
at him as she began to cum. Then she threw back her
head, her mouth opening in a silent gasp of delight.
Her head thrashed from side to side and her body
jerked and shivered as an orgasm washed over her. All
awareness disappeared as her cunt flared and exploded
around the humping, pistoning organ within it. Then it
pulled and sucked ferociously on the moving cock and
long wet wads of sperm gushed forth.
"She gave you a good ride!" Sno said, apprecia-
tively. "Let me use her now."
"There is much time." Craw groaned, laying flat
atop an unmoving Kristen. He gave a final gasp, letting
out a great breath of air, then rolled off the girl.
Sno quickly took his place.
Kristen felt another cock pushed into her cunt.
She lay in a daze, half conscious. Her eyes were
closed as the second man settled atop her and began to
pump. She didn't move, lying spread-eagled on the straw
covered ground as he eagerly humped her.
She slowly opened her eyes, watching the man's
straining face as he humped down into her crotch-hole.
She could feel his cock working it's way back and forth
and could feel it was thicker, though shorter than the
first man's.
She lay there, tiredly enjoying the second fuck,
her cunt relaxing also at first. His mouth came against
hers and she kissed him back, lightly. His hands
squeezed her breasts, then his mouth lowered onto her
right nipple and bit sharply. She moaned at the sudden
sharp pain.
A small drop of dark appeared on the nipple, out-
lined in the shaft of moonlight, and the man's mouth
closed around it, sucking fiercely. Kristen felt him
sucking on her blood and wondered if he was some kind
of cannibal. Somehow the idea excited her.
Or perhaps it was the steady sucking and chewing
on her outraged nipple, or the furious rutting cock
within her fuck-box. Her body began to steam with sex-
ual heat once more and her crotch slowly began it's up
and down dance against the stranger's fucking.
She felt her frame seized in the carnal embrace of
sexual arousal, and once more gave herself over to it's
embrace.
By morning, Kristen was an utterly exhausted
wreck. For Sno and Craw had been without a woman for
more than two years. They took her over and over and
over again, seemingly tireless, and her body responded
each time. She lost track of the orgasms that had
racked her, of the gut wrenching spasms that had
torn her belly open, and the groaning gasps of pleasure
she had uttered.
Unfortunately, she was hardly permitted an hour's
sleep, when the fat woman came for her. She was brought
back to the same hut as yesterday, given a little
gruel, and then placed on her knees as the giant took
her again. His huge organ had pounded into her relent-
lessly, finally sending her into a shrieking orgasm
that dropped her unconscious to the hut floor.
She had been wakened and set to cleaning the hut,
then the surrounding area. After that, many other tasks
awaited her, from gutting fish, to drying meat and
hides. Nor were the Bantu inconsiderate enough as to
let her go without rutting.
Though the slaves were busy in the daytime, Lunga
had considerately offered her favors to his friends.
Every hour or so, one would show up and either push
Kristen to her knees where she stood, or pull her into
his hut, or just into some bushes. Then he would enter
her body and fuck her furiously.
By nightfall, she was barely able to walk, and
practically fell onto the straw after the fat woman
placed her in the shack again. The two slaves were
waiting for her, though, their lust hardly sated at
all by the previous night's work.
Again they took her repeatedly, one after the
other, only tiring towards dawn, for they had heavy
work to do in the day. Kristen's fuck tunnel was more
heavily used than a forty-second street hooker's, and
was beginning to chafe and bleed from overuse.
Her eyes were dull, exhausted slits, and her body
became whiter than ever as she slouched and slumped her
way through her daily tasks. She fell asleep while milk-
ing the goats and was slapped awake by the annoyed boy
tending her.
-=*=-
Joe woke up in the night. He felt better, the pain
still there, but diminished considerably. He didn't
move at first, taking in his surroundings. He was lucky
some animal hadn't come upon him in the night and
started eating, he thought grimly.
Slowly, he sat up, then staggered erect. His head
swam, but he held still and the dizziness passed. Money
ain't worth this, he thought, miserably. He sat back
down again, then unwrapped his arm and looked at it. It
didn't look too bad. Didn't seem infected or anything.
He carefully rewrapped it in fresh bandages and
then ate some dried food from his pack. It was nourish-
ing if tasteless and he felt considerably strengthened.
Now where the fuck am I, he wondered, bleakly.
He tried to replay the events of today, especially
concerning the direction he'd run. He couldn't be that
far from the village, a few klicks at best. He could
probably make it back by morning. How they would
receive him, considering the boy who'd gone with him
was dead, he wasn't sure and didn't intend to risk it.
He knew the general direction of the next Bantu
village, and now was probably a good time to head for
it. By dawn, the Pounta would be on his trail, and he
was in no condition to be running. He slid his pack
over his shoulder and set off slowly.
Luckily there was a full moon out. Still, he kept
careful watch on the ground as he moved, and still
managed to trip a number of times. He wasn't making
much progress, so concentrated instead on obliterating
all trace of himself.
After several hours, he was exhausted. He found a
tree and climbed upward, then settled in for a nap as
the sky began to light around him.
His watch alarm woke him several hours later. He
felt stiff and sore, as he always did when sleeping
like this. His arm felt sore, but no worse than before,
which hopefully meant it wasn't going to start turning
yellow and green.
He lowered himself to the ground and set off
again, this time making better time. He encountered no
signs of the Pounta, and by mid day was approaching the
Bantu village. A mile from it's outskirts he was chal-
lenged by a sentry and yelled back a greeting in Bantu.
Twenty minutes later he was standing before the
chief, who, like the previous one, wanted to know all
about his adventures with the Pounta. He sighed quietly
realizing the necessity of the tail. It would only
serve to ingratiate him with the Bantu if he told them
of all the Pounta he'd killed.
Finally, he was able to get to the point and ask
about Kristen.
"No. No White girls here. I have not seen a White
woman since... " the chief thought carefully. "Not for
many years anyhow." He finished, lamely.
"None of your people have heard of a White girl
being taken by neighboring villages?" he asked,
wearily.
The chief shrugged, then called out the question
to those surrounding them. There was a chorus of nega-
tive responses, then one man, who had been out hunting,
trotted into the village with his catch of snakes and
overheard.
"You wish to know of a White woman with the
Bantu?" he asked.
"You know something?" Joe asked, eagerly.
The man looked at the chief, who shrugged.
"There is a White woman at Retewq." He said.
"For how long?"
"Not long. A few days. She is very sweet to look
upon, though skinny. Her hair is an odd shade."
"That sounds like her!" Joe gasped.
"Is she one of yours? She has a strange appetite."
"Strange?"
"They say she must receive a man's organ very
often or else she suffers pain."
"Huh?"
"That is what they say." the man shrugged.
"Where is Retewq?"
"Not far. Only a half day's journey north."
"You can not set out now. You would arrive after
dark and be shot by the sentries." The chief said. Joe
looked at his watch and realized that was the truth.
"You stay with us the night. I have two lovely
daughters to offer you." the Chief beamed, throwing his
arms around the giggling young women as they looked
shyly at Joe.
"Well now. That's right kind of you, Chief." Joe
grinned.
He stayed with the girls that night, surprising
himself by taking both twice. Like most of the African
girls' he'd had, they were astonished at his foreplay,
and would probably be more than a little displeased
with their next lovers.
After a hard day's march, he arrived at the en-
virons of Retewq. As at the previous village, he was
challenged and then welcomed into the village. He
trotted in behind the young sentry, wading through a
small stream and then climbing a low hill at the edge
of a clearing.
He stopped suddenly, attracted by something moving
only a few feet away. His eyes opened wide as he peered
around a bush. There she was! Kristen was on her hands
and knees, her legs apart and a look of satisfaction on
her face. A dark skinned Bantu warrior knelt behind her
his cock plunging back and forth in her cunt.
The man felt Joe's eyes on him and looked up. He
smiled and waved.
"She will be free for your use in a few moments,
Stranger, should you want her."
"Uh, thank you." Joe stammered, watching the man,
matter of factly return to his fucking. Kristen didn't
even look up. Her eyes were closed and her jaw hung
low. Her fat breasts were swinging back and forth
beneath her as she humped her ass back against the
man's plunging cockstrokes.
"This way, Joe-boss." his young guide gestured.
Joe took a last look at the odd scene and followed him
up the path to the village. A short time later he was
explaining his journey again to the local chief,
stressing the many Pounta he'd killed to reach here.
In the midst of the explanation, Kristen walked
past, naked, her arms laden with hides. She didn't
notice him again, her shoulders slumped and her eyes
on the ground.
"We did think it strange, she was out on her own."
The Chief admitted, glaring at Mbinga.
"I was very close by, Chief. If your man hadn't
been on a swift river, I'd have caught up long since."
"Still, the matter is out of my hands." The Chief
shrugged. "You may kill Mbinga for stealing the woman,
but she has been properly sold to Lunga, who bought her
not knowing of any prior ownership. If you want her
back, you will have to buy her from Lunga or kill him."
Joe looked at the one called Lunga without a great
deal of encouragement. The guy was huge!
"I'm sure we can work something out." He said.
"That is between the two of you. For now, you are
an honored guest." He gestured at the woman and food
was brought. Joe sat down, knowing he had to observe
the amenities first.
He ate gladly, sick of dried food. During the meal
which Lunga shared, Kristen came out from a hut and
Lunga called to her. He had her serve him, looking at
Joe challengingly, then slapped her on the behind, set-
ting her cheeks jiggling as she moved on some errand.
After dinner, she moved quickly to Lunga, who nod-
ded and tuned, gesturing to his hut. Joe followed him
across the village until the big man sat down on a
rough stool in front of the hut. Joe sat down next to
him as one of the man's wives brought water.
They both sipped the water, a nominal welcome to
his home, then Joe settled down to business.
"I hope this skinny, weak woman has not been a
burden on you, Lunga." he said.
"No. No burden at all. I have enjoyed her love-
tunnel enormously. It is very tight and friendly."
"Yes. That is true. Still, she can surely not
compare to your wives."
Since his wives were standing behind him, Lunga
could hardly disagree.
"Being as weak as she is, she will not long sur-
vive in Retewq."
Lunga frowned and one of his wives prodded him
with her fingers.
"See. I told you."
"Shut up, woman."
"She is, as you can tell, of little real use in
chores." Joe said, playing to the women. "She knows
nothing about cooking or cleaning or any of the womanly
duties."
"She gives a man a long hard ride." Lunga growled.
"This is a woman's first duty."
"True. True. Still, in a very few days she will
waste away until she sickens and then dies. Then all
your money will be gone and you will have nothing to
show for it."
"Why do you want her if she is so sickly?" Lunga
demanded.
"Well, I will take her back to her people, where
she will not sicken. There she will be happy and
healthy once more."
"Woman. Come here." Lunga called into the hut.
Kristen emerged a moment later and Lunga pulled her
down to her knees beside him. His hands stroked her
head, as if petting a dog, then cupped her breasts and
squeezed them.
"And how much will you give me for this worthless
woman?" he asked.
"I hear from Mbinga that you paid two goats for
her." Joe said. Lunga frowned and glared across the
village towards the man.
"This is true." He admitted.
"I do not have any animals with me, of course."
Joe said. "But I do have the government paper that you
can exchange for livestock with others."
Lunga nodded. He knew about money. Some of the
villagers had been to the city, or to the farming towns
not far south of the river.
"And how much of this paper will you give me?" he
asked, stroking Kristen's breasts and belly.
"I will give you enough to purchase three goats."
Joe said.
"Three goats. That is a lot for one skinny woman."
"Yes, I know. But I can see that Lunga is a great
warrior, and he deserves a high price."
"My women have spent many hours training this
female in woman's duties. That is now wasted." Lunga
observed.
"Ahh, but three goats. Think of what you may trade
for that."
"Not as much as four goats."
"Four goats! That is too high a price for this
one."
"Not for a man who has come so far and been to
so many villages in search of her." Lunga observed
shrewdly.
"You are a very smart man, Lunga." Joe sighed. "I
will have to see if I have enough money." He pulled out
his wallet and carefully counted the money in there,
knowing how much he had but putting on a show. Finally
he sighed and looked up glumly.
"You take the very food from my mouth, Lunga." he
protested.
"Ahh, but such fine skin and soft flesh is worth
it." Lunga smiled, sliding his hand down between
Kristen's legs and squeezing her crotch. They had been
talking in Bantu, of course. Kristen had never even
looked at him during the conversation, her dull eyes
staring at the ground.
Now she groaned low in her throat and arched her
back, pushing her crotch forward. Joe watched in dis-
belief as she rubbed her pussy back and forth across
Lunga's motionless hand, her eyes closed.
"See how much she wants my manhood?" Lunga's teeth
gleamed. "Never have I met a woman like her. In truth,
it is proving time consuming to satisfy her. She gets
little done since she is always on her knees."
"Then we have a deal?"
Lunga looked regretfully at Kristen, who was still
humping against his hand in slow, grinding movements,
her head rolling around weakly.
"I will miss the tightness of her love hole." He
sighed. "But we have a deal." He spit on his hand and
held it out. Joe did the same and they shook hands.
<Kristen's collection> Continued in part 6...