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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...