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Archive name: Africa06.txt  (M/F, rp, nc, mc, F/F)
Authors name: Dark Dreamer
Story Title : AFRICAN DRUMS - (6/8)

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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 handed the money over to Lunga, who gave
 Kristen's crotch a final squeeze, then took his hand
 away.

      "She is yours." he said, eyeing the money dub-
 iously. He knew what it could bring, but didn't really
 like the stuff. He looked back at Kristen, who was
 still humping slightly, her own hands coming down to
 her crotch.

      "She is in need again." he observed. "I do not
 envy you having to return with her on your own. Perhaps
 I should accompany you so you are not overly tired by
 her."

      "I'll manage." Joe assured him.

      "So you say, yet she is obviously in need here.
 Will you not relieve her?"

      "Uhhh..."

      "You may use my hut." He said, generously. He
 clapped his hands and one of his fat wives lifted
 Kristen to her feet and led her inside. Joe tried to
 think of a way of avoiding it, knowing the girl would
 probably be pissed off when she regained her senses,
 but couldn't find any alternative.

      Where the Bantu had come to the conclusion that
 Kristen needed a rodding every so often, he couldn't
 guess, but they'd think him a poor master if he left
 her in pain.

      He sighed and followed the girl into the hut,
 where the fat woman was placing her on her hands and
 knees. Kristen assumed the position eagerly, spreading
 her legs apart and raising her ass into the air. Joe's
 cock gave a lurch as he eyed her naked crotch and it's
 glistening fuck-hole.

      He got to his knees behind her, his hands slowly
 running across her taut ass flesh. "Oh well." He said
 to himself. He opened his pants and drew out his bulg-
 ing cock, pointing it at Kristen's cunt sheath. "Well,
 baby. I told you I'd ream you out after I got my hands
 on you. I just didn't think it would really happen so
 literally," he thought.

      He pressed his cockhead against her tightly closed
 cuntlips and she moaned in response, pushing back
 against him. He had no idea what had happened to her
 mind since he'd last seen her, but figured she'd pro-
 bably be seeing a shrink for the rest of her life.

      He pressed his cock between her lips, forcing them
 open, then thrust forward, driving himself deep into
 her cunt tube with a single stroke. Her chest swelled
 suddenly at a quick intake of breath, then she arched
 her back and almost purred in pleasure.

      He pushed forward, jamming his cock fully into her
 tight, warm fuck hole until his balls rested against
 her. His hands slid up and down her sides, from her
 hips to her armpits, then up onto her shoulders. He
 ground himself into her, twisting his cock around
 inside her.

      Then he drew slowly back, his hands sliding under
 her and squeezing her round tit meat. He began to fuck
 her, using slow, even strokes, using the full length of
 his cockshaft as he rode back and forth in her belly.

      Lunga came in while he was rutting her and watched
 nonchalantly. Joe was used to the ease with which these
 people treated sex, but he was still bothered at the
 audience. Still, Kristen's box was stroking against his
 shaft with too much pressure and heat for him to pause.

      He thrust into her again and again, his cock slid-
 ing in and out of her pierced fucklips as he rode her
 like a bitch dog. His hips moved faster and faster,
 sending his cock pounding down the tight silky fuck-
 tunnel to the bottom.

      He felt his sex juices bubbling around in his
 crotch and knew he would cum soon. He knew that Kristen
 was on the verge of cumming too, and had to wait until
 then, otherwise the Bantu watching would think him
 weak. He clenched his jaw as he fucked into her, press-
 ing his cock downward against her clitty.

      He slid his hand down beneath her, stroking her
 belly, then sliding it in between her legs to manipu-
 late her clit. She gave a loud gasp and redoubled her
 own pounding movements, sending her ass slapping back
 against his thrusting cock-rod.

      Then she came, arching her back and shaking her
 head from side to side as she gurgled in pleasure. Her
 body shook and trembled as the orgasm blasted through
 her and her cunt clenched and unclenched around Joe's
 stabbing cock.

      She drew him in tight and his cum spewed out into
 her belly, bubbling down her fuck tunnel to her cervix
 and on into her womb. His fingers gripped her hair,
 drawing her head backwards as he bit deep into the side
 of her throat and sucked hard.

      Finally he stopped and pulled his softening cock
 out of the sagging girl's sheath.

      "Would you mind if I rode her a final time?" Lunga
 asked deferentially. His cock was sticking straight out
 from his crotch and Joe was amazed at the sight of it.
 To turn him down would be considered awfully unfriendly.

      He waved and nodded, crawling a few feet away and
 sitting down. Lunga quickly knelt behind Kristen and
 held his enormously thick cock in his fist. Joe stared
 at it in awe as it pushed against Kristen's crotch
 hole. If that was what she'd been getting for the past
 week, no wonder she was insensible.

      He watched in stunned amazement as her cuntlips
 spread wider and wider to engulf the massive organ.
 Then it slid into her, inch by inch by inch, until
 Lunga's belly was pressed against Kristen's sweet round
 teenage ass. Joe shook his head slowly, wondering where
 she'd found room for it all.

      Without preamble, Lunga began to pump into her.
 His strokes were powerful and savage, his body hammer-
 ing into Kristen's ass cheeks relentlessly. The girl
 shivered and shook and bucked like a bronco ready to
 throw it's rider. She groaned and grunted and shook as
 another cum roared through her.

      Joe watched her eyes roll back in her head, watch-
 ed her body stiffen, then shake and shudder repeatedly.
 He watched Lunga's gigantic cock rutting brutally into
 her slit, spearing her with it's immense size and bru-
 tal force. His own cock stiffened again.

      Ignoring her orgasm, Lunga continued to ride her,
 rodding his fat cock back and forth, driving it deep
 into the young woman's belly as he drove his hips in
 and out. After long minutes of fucking, Kristen came
 again, this time grunting in almost animal like
 madness.

      Lunga jammed his cock deep within her quivering
 body and held still. Joe could imagine the fat wads of
 cum blasting into the girl's belly as Lunga came.
 Kristen whined and yowled like a stuck cat, then her
 head and body began thrashing madly.

      Lunga pulled his cock back slowly, a look of sat-
 isfied bliss on his face. He held it for a moment, then
 drove deep into her body again, almost lifting her from
 the ground. He did it a second time, then a third.
 Finally, he pulled out, leaving Kristen to sag to the
 ground, almost unconscious.

      The Bantu found a native skirt and hide top for
 the girl, and gave Joe the hide slippers they'd made
 her. Joe left the village, waving behind at the 
 villagers as he led Kristen forward, the rope around
 her throat.

      Out of sight of the village, he untied the rope,
 then, reconsidering, slid it around her narrow waist
 and retied it, afraid she'd wander off. They journeyed
 for a few miles before stopping.

      "Kristen." he said, in English.

      She looked up dull eyed.

      "Remember me? Joe?"

      Kristen continued to stare at him.

      "I'm going to bring you back to your mother and
 father."

      "Uhhnnggghhh?"

      "Your mother and father. Do you understand me?"

      She nodded.

      "Say something then." he said, in exasperation.

      She didn't say anything.

      "Kristen? You remember who I am?"

      "J... J... J... Joe?" she whispered.

      "That's right, babe. And your name's Kristen."

      "Kristen." she said, cocking her head.

      "My name is Kristen."

      "I know that, girl." He sighed and opened his
 canteen, swigging several mouthfuls of water.

      "J... Joe?"

      "Uh, huh."

      "You're going to take me home?"

      "That's right honey."

      "To my mother and father?"

      "Uh, huh."

      "Not to the big man?"

      "Nope. Forget him. You won't see him again."

      "Or the other men?"

      "I'll take you to your father and then you can go
 home to California."

      "California." she said, wonderingly.

      Her eyes were blinking repeatedly.

      "I'm tired." she said, at last.

      "Well, we'll be at the next village around noon."
 You can have a nap then.

      They didn't make it nearly that far though. Joe
 wasn't thinking about how weak the girl was. They only
 made it a half dozen miles before they had to rest.
 During the rest, she fell asleep, and he figured they
 might as well camp and eat.

      He woke her up to eat some dried food, then let
 her fall asleep again. "Probably good for her." he
 muttered, somewhat impatiently.

      She slept most of the afternoon. They made a few
 miles before dusk, then she ate, exhaustedly and fell
 asleep again, sleeping until after dawn, when he woke
 her up. It was the first night's sleep she'd had in
 days, though Joe didn't know it.

      She didn't talk much during the trip back to the
 other village, mostly just responding to his questions
 if he asked them. Still, at least she was responding.

      She was reluctant to enter the village, but moved
 forward at once when he glared and raised his voice.
 They ate with the Chief, who eyed the girl with
 interest.

      Joe decided to leave the village, rather than
 spend the night. He knew he'd have to offer her to the
 Chief if they stayed and wasn't sure if that would send
 her back into her bleak dullness.

      A dozen miles outside the village, they stopped
 and Joe let her sleep again, cursing the delay. He kept
 careful watch as she slept away much of the afternoon.
 Then woke her and continued on until it was dark.

      Now back in the heart of Pounta country, he didn't
 want to stay on the ground. He lifted her into the tree
 and tied her to a branch, then settled down himself and
 slept soundly.

      After a couple of days straight travel, they had
 reached a roadway and were walking south on it, hoping
 someone would come by and give them a lift. Kristen had
 regained her senses, though she seemed strangely agree-
 able, for her, and not very spirited.

      Since he'd never had the occasion to be with a
 woman who'd just been subjected to repeated rapes over
 a number of days, Joe wasn't sure what to do or say.
 After some time though, she finally voiced what seemed
 to be bothering her the most.

      "I just don't understand." she said.

      "What?"

      "I... Well... You wouldn't understand."

      "Try me."

      "I don't understand how I could do that."

      "Huh? How you could do what?"

      "You weren't there. You didn't see me." she
 groaned, shaking her head.

      "See you doing what?"

      "Promise not to tell my parents?"

      "I promise."

      "I was... I was a total slut!"

      "A... "

      "I the a nympho from hell! I screwed like I was
 crazy!" Her eyes were wild as she stared at him in
 disbelief.

      "You have no idea how many times I came, how I
 acted, and the things I said!"

      "Well, I'm sure..."

      "No, no!" she shook her head. "You don't under-
 stand! I wanted them to do it! Not at first, but then,
 oh how I wanted it! How I groaned and wiggled and waved
 myself in their faces to get them to fuck me! Especial-
 ly that giant man!"

      "Lunga?"

      "Was that his name?" she asked, wonderingly. "I
 never knew. All I knew was that he had this huge, big
 cock and I wanted it in me!"

      "You were exhausted and beaten down. You hadn't
 eaten or slept..."

      "But I knew it was wrong! I couldn't' help myself!
 I wanted his cock! I wanted all their cocks!"

      "I ain't no shrink, Kristen. But what's wrong with
 wanting a good screw?"

      "But they're savages!"

      "They were men."

      "Savages." she shook her head. "And I rutted with
 them like a complete slut, like a bitch in heat!"

      "I don't think that's any big crime."

      "You didn't see me." she repeated.

      "Well, with a cock that big..."

      "You saw it then? You saw his... Did you... did
 you see him... fuck me?" she asked, swallowing.

      "Uh, well, he wanted a final fling before you
 went."

      "So you did see. You saw me with him. Did you see
 how I shook and moaned and acted like an insane
 nympho?"

      Joe easily resisted the idea of telling her that
 he'd fucked her first.

      "I saw you. You looked hot and sexy."

      "I always look hot and sexy." she sighed. "But I
 never acted like a complete whore before."

      "You acted like a cocktease."

      "All girls act like that." she smiled tiredly.

      "There must be something in me, some kind of raw,
 carnal whore that likes doing it with savages."

      "You acted pretty happy when I did you in your
 tent." he said. She blushed, the memory coming back to
 her. "I... I'd forgotten."

      "I didn't. I couldn't. You were one hot little
 number.

      I don't think you're changed much."

      "I don't understand why I let you do that, why I
 responded to you, or to them."

      "Your body responded. Hell, girl. Why fight it?
 So you enjoyed yourself. So what? Nobody else has to
 know."

    "But what about now? What about in future? Am I go-
 ing to drop my pants every time some guy looks sideways
 at me?"

      "Somehow I doubt it." he grinned.

      Another day, and several rides got them south of
 the river. Another day and they'd be back in town where
 he'd left his jeep. Kristen had continued to mope,
 though she didn't seem quite so bad. She was not at all
 the argumentative girl he'd traveled with before, for
 which he was grateful, and she hadn't remembered that
 he'd taken her in the village.

      Then the truck they were riding on stopped at a
 roadblock. There were a dozen soldiers standing around
 with their rifles. They demanded everyone's papers, and
 studied them carefully, gazing at the owners suspi-
 ciously. When Kristen was unable to produce any papers,
 she was ordered off the truck.

      Joe got down with her and the truck drove on.

      "Look, Captain..."

      "I am no speak to you!"

      "But I am the girl's guardian."

      "What means guardian? Are you husband?"

      "Well, no."

      "Are you brother or uncle or cousin."

      "No, but..."

      "Then shut you up." He turned to Kristen, his eyes
 examining her strange costume.

      "Why do you wear this?"

      "Uh... My clothes were lost in the river."

      "You get these from Bantu, yes?"

      "Uh... yes, I guess so."

      "Bantu are bad people. They fight against govern-
 ment. Where you see Bantu."

      "It was far north of the river in..."

      "I ask you? I not ask you!" the captain snapped.

      "Look, Captain, I can get her papers if..."

      Someone hit him on the back of the head with a
 rifle butt. When he came to, his guns and watch, and
 other valuables were gone. He was lying by the side
 of the road with nothing much more than his clothes.

      The roadblock and the soldiers were gone, and so
 was Kristen. He held his head, which throbbed with pain
 and gazed up and down the road furiously. Right on the
 fucking edge of town, he thought, viciously, thinking
 of the things he'd do to that Captain when he caught up
 with him.

			-=*=-

      Kristen was sitting in the back of the army truck,
 her eyes looking down at her feet. Soldiers sat all
 around her, most of them staring at her body, most of
 which was revealed rather well by the Bantu outfit. The
 man beside her slid his hand along her thigh and
 laughed when she moved slightly aside.

      Her skirt was held together by a single knot at
 her hip. The soldier worked it loose and pulled the
 skirt open, revealing everything to their lust filled
 eyes. Kristen pressed her knees tight together, her
 hand bunched at her lap to hide her nakedness.

      The soldier pulled her hands aside and forced his
 hand between her thighs, squeezing her roughly.

      "I think the Captain wants her for himself." One
 of the others warned.

      "Will he know?" The first one asked, staring fur-
 iously around. The Captain was in a jeep up ahead of
 them. Nobody said anything, though several of them
 grinned.

      The man gripped Kristen's hair and twisted it
 cruelly, making her cry out in pain, then he forced her
 down onto the floor of the truck and around to her
 knees so her face was between his knees. The soldiers
 sitting across from him stared into her naked ass with
 admiration.

      "I have heard that White women like the taste of
 a man's organ." The soldier panted, undoing his pants
 and taking out his erection. Kristen whined in denial,
 but couldn't move at all as the man's fingers kept a
 tight hold of her hair.

      He pointed his cock at her and pulled on her hair,
 forcing her face closer. "Take it in your mouth, White
 woman!" he hissed. Kristen could not understand his
 words, but knew what he wanted well enough. She opened
 her lips and slid them around his cockhead.

      She hadn't sucked a cock since coming to Africa.
 None of her numerous lovers had known about fellatio,
 being too crude and ignorant to know much perversity.
 This soldier came from the city though, and though more
 sophisticated than the Bantu, was considerably crueler.

      He forced Kristen's lips down his cockshaft, hump-
 ing up at her as she began to suck on his tool. The
 others watched eagerly, bulging erections showing in
 their uniform pants. One of the soldiers opposite
 stared into the White girl's crotch and fell forward
 off the bench, pulling at his pants.

      He knelt behind her and then pulled out his hard,
 Black cock, pointing it at her slash.

      Kristen grunted into the cock as she felt another
 one drive deep into her cunt. Hands held her hips as
 the cock began to work in and out of her furiously. She
 tried to concentrate on the cock in her mouth, but the
 ferocious ruttings of the man fucking her kept throwing
 off her pace.

      The man sitting before her growled and slapped her
 face, cursing at her. She redoubled her efforts, trying
 to ignore the pounding against her ass. The man shoved 
 his cock deep into her mouth, cursing at her angrily.
 His hand fastened around her hanging titty and squeezed
 it tightly, twisting it around painfully.

      She moaned and jerked back, but was held in place
 easily. Her tit was twisted again, and the cock pushed
 against the back of her mouth. Then the cockhead slip-
 ped past her mouth and lodged in her throat. At once,
 the man lunged forward, driving the cock down her
 throat.

      He began to throat fuck her, timing his strokes
 with the man raping her fuck-hole. The two of them
 lunged into her together, jamming their cocks into her
 weak, helpless body and crushing her against them. Both
 of them were grunting and laughing with pleasure.

      Then the man throat fucking her came, his cum
 shooting down her throat into her stomach. He slid his
 cock back out of her throat and Kristen gasped for air.
 Another man knelt in front of her then and gripped her
 hair, forcing her head up and back as his cock pushed
 between her lips.

      Cum spewed down her fuck hole and the soldier
 pulled out, another taking his place. Kristen's head
 reeled. She had never been taken like this, so meanly
 and cruelly. She'd never been fucked by more than one
 man at a time.

      The Bantu had been rough, but out of ignorance and
 not out of cruelty. They had never knowingly inflicted
 pain on her as they used her body. These men were dif-
 ferent, city men, army men, who could do pretty much as
 they liked to the helpless, and much used to rape.

      Their hands dug into her flesh, pinching nastily,
 slapping her without reason and cursing her continuous-
 ly. Their nails dug into her nipples, grinding hard to
 make her cry out. Their cocks hammered her with brutal
 savagery, causing the maximum pain to her soft flesh.

      Her hair was pulled and twisted, her face and head
 slapped. Her breasts were crushed and mashed and pinch-
 ed and slapped, and fingers abused her clit, not to
 pleasure her, but to cause her pain. Each cry of pain
 brought laughter from the men who surrounded her.

      They had raped many girls and women, but never a
 White woman, and they were getting the most of this
 opportunity, knowing another would probably not present
 itself.

      The cock in her throat shot it's load and pulled
 free. It was not immediately replaced, though the dazed
 girl didn't know why. The cruel men turned her so she
 was facing down the aisle between their benches, then
 the man rutting her pulled free.

      At first, she didn't know what was gong on. Then
 she felt a hard, sharp pain at her anus. She moaned in
 fright as she realized the cock was trying to force
 entrance there. She had never, ever done that before,
 thinking it disgusting and filthy.

      Now she felt her pained asshole forced open as the
 soldiers watched with glee. A hard, fat cock was pushed
 slowly into her anus. Every cry of pain made the
 soldiers laugh and giggle as they urged on the man
 behind her.

      The cock drove deeper and deeper into her rectum,
 twisting and thrusting with no regard at all for the
 pain she was experiencing. She had put up with a lot
 from the Bantu, but now Kristen felt shattered and
 lost. She had never encountered men like these before.
 They were worse, much worse than the Bantu.

      She cried out in pain as the cock wormed deeper
 into her anus. Tears poured from her eyes as the prick
 sank to the bottom of her asshole and lodged firmly and
 tightly inside her. Hands slapped her and squeezed her.
 The cock held still but a moment, then pulled back,
 hurting as much as it had going in.

      The soldier began to rut furiously, humping in and
 out, tearing his cock around inside her, ripping her
 flesh and reaming out her asshole. He beat down her
 sphincter and crammed his long, oozing cock pole down
 into the deepest pit of her asshole.

      Then her hair was jerked viciously and her head
 pulled up. A fat Black cock stared her in the face.
 Seconds later someone cuffed her hard, rocking her
 head. The cock prodded at her lips and she meekly
 opened them, allowing the man to stuff his cock into
 her mouth.

      Again she was hammered from two sides. One cock
 slammed up and down her tight anal sheath, the other
 slid back and forth over her shapely, pouting lips. The
 man fucking her ass was pounding into her with relent-
 less force, his cock slicing in and out of her with
 brutal ease.

      He was grunting, a high singing song of conquest
 and satisfaction. He drove his spurting rod deep into
 her guts and sprayed a hot load of salty seed into her
 body. His hands squeezed her ass cheeks, then he with-
 drew, immediately replaced by another.

      Another hard cock penetrated her anus, thrusting
 deep inside her. This one was longer than the other
 and caused painful cramps deep in the recesses of her
 belly as it brought hard pressure to bear inside her.
 The man showed now mercy, ripping the cock up and down
 her anal passage as his hands slapped out a crude, bru-
 tal tattoo on her soft White ass cheeks.

      His hands soon turned her ass red with pain as his
 cock continued to skewer her tight asshole. His hands
 moved up her body to her ribs, his knuckles pressing
 hard and making her wince with pain. Then his hands
 slid under her and started squeezing her hanging tit-
 ties.

      The man fucking her face, jammed his cockhead deep
 down her throat, then spit out his dirty sperm. As he
 withdrew, the man raping her asshole, jerked her back
 against him. His hands slid under her arms, then up
 behind her head in a full nelson, pulling her way up
 and back, bowing her back as his cock ground deep into
 her ass.

      She was half sitting on his hard cock, her back
 arched painfully and her head pressed downward. He rub-
 bed his hard cock back and forth in her ass tunnel as
 others around them pawed and fondled her breasts and
 crotch. Fingers slid up her cunt tunnel while her nip-
 ples were pinched and twisted.

      A cock was pushed against her face and she swal-
 lowed it, sucking instinctively now as her body burned
 with pain and fear. The men manhandled her like a rag
 doll. She was pulled back down on the floor of the
 truck bed, on her right side. Her head was forced back
 and the cock in her mouth slid down her throat.

      The man ass fucking her knelt behind her, holding
 her left leg high in the air as he rutted into her.
 Another man knelt in front of her at her crotch. He
 helped the man behind her force her leg higher still so
 her tendons screamed in pain. Then his cock was pushed
 against her cunt.

      She whimpered in confusion and misery as the man's
 hard erection forced open her tight cunt and worked
 it's way into her. Her entire crotch was afire with
 pain now as her skin was tautly stretched between the
 two raping cocks. The soldiers were not to be denied,
 however, and soon her cunt tube was stuffed with male
 meat.

      The two men sawed their cocks back and forth in
 her body, churning her guts into a boiling frothy mix-
 ture of pain and bewildered arousal. She seemed to no
 longer have control of her bodily functions as her skin
 rippled with heat and her guts fluttered and spasmed.

      Out of nowhere, her arousal blasted into the
 stratosphere and consumed her body. Her frame was
 slashed with razor sharp sexual shocks that blasted
 into her with the impact of an explosion. Her body was
 speared by three giant cocks and helpless to withhold
 it's hot sexual fever of carnal response.

<Kristen's collection>  Continued in part 7...