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Archive name: Africa07.txt (M/F, rp, nc, mc, F/F)
Authors name: Dark Dreamer
Story Title : AFRICAN DRUMS - (7/8)
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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 arrived at the little town several hours
later. There he found Moure and a pair of Rovers. Moure
was sleeping under one and Joe had to lay down on the
ground and stick his leg underneath to jab the man
awake.
Inside the Rovers was the equipment he'd been
unable to carry with him down river. There was a second
Uzi, and a number of other weapons, including explos-
ives. Joe pulled out a stick of dynamite and looked at
it, promising himself he was going to stuff it up that
Captain's asshole and light it.
"Where we go, Boss?" Moure queried.
"Where's the nearest army base?"
"That be north, near Bwale."
"That's where we're goin'."
"Them no good, Boss."
"That's for sure. I gotta find someone, though."
"Hokay, Boss."
A couple of hours later they were parked across
the road and a half mile down from the entrance to the
army base. It wasn't a big place as things went, but it
was heavily guarded. Joe studied it through his bino-
culars, looking for the most likely buildings where
they would take prisoners.
Fortunately, there weren't many. Most of the
structures were obviously barracks. A few were supply
type buildings, and a garage or two. There were only
two buildings that looked likely to be housing prison-
ers, and one of them, the one with an extra barbed wire
fence around it seemed to be number one.
He watched the soldiers doing their rounds and
curled his lip. They were typical of African soldiers,
sloppy and poorly disciplined and trained. He didn't
think it would be very hard to penetrate this base.
Getting through the second fence would be only slightly
harder. There were no guards on it, but plenty of
light.
He looked around the base a little more. there
didn't seem to be any kind of generator. That meant
that the power came in from the big dam fifty miles
off. It would not be hard to cut the wire outside
the base. Barring bad luck, he'd find Kristen tonight,
or rather, tomorrow morning, around three.
-=*=-
Kristen had come several times before the multiple
fucks ended. The truck slowed near a fence and several
of the soldiers pulled her back into place on the bench
and put her clothes back around her. One even gave her
a rough wipe between the legs and over the tits with a
rag.
The truck pulled through the gate and into what
seemed to be some kind of army base. They drove over to
a building with another fence around it and the truck
stopped. A few seconds later the officer in charge came
back from the jeep and Kristen was pulled down from the
truck, which drove away.
The man led her through a gate and up the walk to
the two story windowless building. There was a thick
steel door and he pounded on it. The door opened and
she was dragged through. She looked around, her eyes
wide. She was in a very dimly lit little entrance hall.
Narrow halls led off in three directions and a stair
well led both up and down.
The officer said something to the men there and
then led her across the hall and down the concrete
stairs. They emerged in an even more dimly lit hallway.
It was all concrete and lit only by a few naked bulbs
hanging here and there along it's length.
There were steel doors placed against the sides of
the corridor and they stopped in front of one of them.
The man opened it and pushed Kristen through. Then the
door slammed shut behind her. She was in a very small
concrete cell of some sort. There were no furnishings.
No cot or anything.
The cell was lit by one small light bulb up high.
The walls were covered with scratch marks and stains.
The floor was filthy and covered with old straw,
stained with ugly looking, foul smelling things. Bugs
moved all around on the walls and in the straw.
She stood in a corner, not wanting to touch any-
thing. She didn't know what she was going to do if she
had to stay here for any length of time. The idea of
sleeping here was horrifying. She just couldn't bring
herself to lie down on the horrible looking floor,
despite her exhaustion.
Hour after hour, she stood there in the corner.
Her legs were becoming stiff and weak. Finally there
was a clanking sound and the door opened. A harsh voice
called out and she moved to the door, then shuffled
out. There was another officer of some sort. He grabbed
her arm roughly and led her back down the corridor and
into another room, this one bigger.
There was a bored looking man standing in the
room. His eyes widened with interest when he saw
Kristen. The two men spoke to one another and then
the man moved to Kristen and began pulling off her
clothes. She sighed and did nothing to stop or hinder
him. In seconds she was nude.
The man pulled her over into a corner where there
was a shower. He turned the water on, cold of course
and tossed her a bar of soap. She just looked at it for
a second and then back at him. He gestured impatiently.
She started to scrub herself, glad to clean off some of
the filth she'd accumulated.
She felt itchy all over just from being near all
those bugs in that filthy cell and scrubbed her feet
repeatedly. She also scrubbed between her legs and over
her tits. She only wished they had a douche and mouth-
wash so she could get rid of all trace of the stinking
sperm that had entered her body.
After she'd scrubbed herself, the water was turned
off and the man pulled her away from the shower and
over to a table. His hands slid over her body, linger-
ing for a while on her breasts, which he squeezed
repeatedly, like a small child, fascinated with a new
toy. His hands slid between her legs and squeezed her
pussy as well.
He looked at his watch and then sighed, apparently
with regret. He fetched a towel and threw it to her and
Kristen began to dry herself. After that, the man gave
her a brush and led her to a little table that had a
cracked and dirty mirror over it.
Well, it was the first one she'd seen in a week
and she was grateful, until she saw herself. She winced
at he horrible mass of tangled hair. It took fifteen
minutes of relentless attack before the tangles were
out and her hair fell more or less straight.
What she needed, she sighed, was a full perm, as
well as a complete massage, oil down, and makeover. She
could stand to have her nails done too. The man didn't
seem likely to offer that however. He grunted im-
patiently, then pulled her away from the chair and out
the door into the corridor.
There was another soldier waiting there. He ex-
changed his hand for the other's on Kristen's arm and
then led her down the corridor to the stairs, then up
them. They didn't stop at the first floor, but instead
went up to the second. There, the hallway was much
wider and looked much less threatening.
Kristen didn't care. She was just happy they
weren't taking her back to the dungeon, or whatever it
was they called the basement. They walked to a wooden
door and stopped. Then the man knocked twice. After a
moment, the door opened and the man saluted an older
man.
The older man replied in kind, his eyes on Kristen
roving up and down her naked body. She'd been without
clothes for so long now, that it was difficult to be
embarrassed as his eyes bored into her. He motioned her
inside and then closed the door.
She was in some kind of office. The man led her
over to a chair sitting in front of a desk and then
sat her down. He moved around behind the desk and
looked across it at her, though he didn't sit down.
"Good afternoon." he said, his accent terrible.
"You speak English!" she cried.
"Yes. I speak English."
"Oh, thank God! Will you contact my parents and
tell them where I am?"
"First you will answer my questions."
"Anything you want."
"Who do you work for?"
"Pardon?"
"Who do you work for?"
"I don't work for anybody." She said, confused.
"You work for the South Africans, don't you?"
"I told you, I don't work for anybody."
"What were you doing north of the river?"
"I was kidnapped!"
"You expect me to believe that?"
"But it's the truth. I was grabbed by some Bantu
and taken to their village."
"The Bantu would not have taken you there,
especially not with that strange hair of yours. They
would have thought you were an evil spirit or witch."
"Well, they did."
"Did you have sexual relations with them?"
She blushed and nodded.
"With who?"
"I don't know, a lot of them."
"So you are an American prostitute."
"I am not!" she said, indignantly.
"You lie! I see it now. You were sent here to use
your filthy body and influence our people into rebel-
lion!"
"I was not!"
"That is just the kind of thing the filthy South
Africans would do!" he snarled, stomping around the
corner of the desk and staring down at her furiously.
"But I'm not a prostitute!" she protested. His
hand swung down and slapped her face so hard she was
flung out of her chair. She sat on the floor, holding
her cheek and looking up at him in fear.
"Get up, you slut!"
"I'm not! I'm really not!"
She slowly got to her feet and the man shoved her
back in the chair and grabbed her still damp hair. He
pulled her head far back so her neck bent across the
back of the chair. He laid his fist against her throat
and looked nastily down at her.
"One blow and you would die, slut!"
"Please don't hurt me!" she gasped.
He pulled her hair forward again, then jerked her
out of the chair and slammed her belly into the desk
and shoved her down across it.
His knees forced her legs open and then she felt
his hard male organ pressing against her cuntlips. She
sighed in resignation, by now almost used to rape. His
cock slid into her and he began to pump energetically.
It was less than a minute before he came inside her and
pulled out again.
"I do not believe you whore!" he gasped. "You are
a slut and a prostitute. It is obvious that you work
for the South Africans."
"But..."
"I will have you taken back to your cell. There
you will remain for the next ten or twenty years or so,
until you decide to cooperate."
"But I don't know anything!" Kristen wailed,
appalled at the idea of going back to the little cell.
She dropped to her knees in front of him and flung her
arms around his legs, tears coursing down her cheeks.
"Please, please don't send me back there!!" she
begged.
"I'll do anything you want!"
"Well," he said, considering. "It might be pos-
sible for you to work out your penance in some other
way."
He carefully examined her body again, noting the
fullness of her round breasts and the perfection of her
skin, despite the numerous light scratches.
"I think we can find some other form of punishment
for you." he smiled.
She was not surprised at what the "punishment"
consisted of. She was given another cell, only this one
was on the second floor here, and was much bigger and
nicer. It had a nice big bed too and Kristen found her-
self spending most of her time in it.
Every hour or so, another man would come to her,
always an officer of course. She would twist and turn
her body as they directed, then allow herself to be
pushed to her back or onto her knees as the man fucked
her. None of them spent much time fucking her, general-
ly spraying inside her within minutes.
For that she was grateful. She wondered if she was
to be an actual prostitute for the rest of her life.
That was what she seemed to be now. Did they really
think she was a hooker? Probably not. She doubted it
mattered to them.
After some hours, she was exhausted, but the men
showed no sign of stopping. There were no clocks or
anything, so she didn't know what time it was. There
weren't even any windows to look out of. She didn't
know if it was day or night.
She took a quick shower. The officers didn't want
to smell each other on her skin. She douched, for much
the same reason, then took off her shower cap and
brushed her hair. Five minutes later, her next customer
arrived.
He didn't arrive alone, though. Kristen stared in
surprise as the man, a big fat guy, led in a small thin
girl behind him. She was a couple of years younger than
Kristen, and her skin was as Black as Kristen's was
White. She was just as naked too.
The two girls stared at each other for a moment,
then the man said something. Kristen didn't understand
it but the girl evidently did. She moved forward until
the two were standing only a foot apart.
Kristen stared at her. She was shorter than
Kristen, and her breasts were smaller. Despite the
darkness of the girl's flesh, Kristen could see the
dark slit between her legs, for the girl had no pubic
hair. Kristen had never seen a girl this old without
pubic hair, and realized at once that it must have been
shaved off.
Kristen's gaze traveled up to her face. It was
pudgy, with wide brown eyes and the very light coating
of Black hair that most African women had.
The man said something else and the girl moved
against her. Kristen jerked back slightly, but knew she
had to do whatever the man wanted. The girl's body
pressed against hers, and her arms came around Kristen
and caressed her White skin.
Kristen stared into the girl's brown eyes in
fright, worried now that she would respond even worse
than she had with her male rapists. The one time she
had cum before had been with a woman, and it had wor-
ried her for years. Now she was faced with another, and
had no choice but to let the girl fondle her, and even
return the caresses.
Already the girl's hands were sliding up and down
her lower back, then they slid down softly over her
buttocks, following the contours of her rounded cheeks
as her fingers barely touched her. Suddenly the girl's
fingers gave a tight squeeze. Kristen gasped and jerked
upward onto her toes, her body pushing against the
Black girl's.
Their breasts touched, and it was like the girl
was a live electrical circuit. Kristen's round breasts
exploded with blood, swelling up like balloons, her
nipples hardening and lengthening, pressing into the
Black girl's own smaller Black breasts.
Their bodies rubbed together as the fat man
watched with an interested smirk. The Black girl cocked
her head to one side then kissed Kristen, her lips wide
and soft and wet. The kiss went on and on, the girl
obviously familiar with the man's tastes and knowing
how to please him.
Kristen found herself returning the kiss, found
her own arms instinctively going around the smaller
girl's shoulders and her hands rubbing the girl's back.
Their lips moved together with more and more passion,
their tongues dancing together, first in Kristen's
mouth, then in the other girl's.
The Black girl pulled her lips away, lowering her
head to Kristen's soft rounded breasts. She cupped one
gently, forcing the nipple out even further. Her lips
surrounded the long pink bud of flesh, pressing down
against it, surrounding it, and then rubbing softly
from side to side as her tongue swirled on the very tip
of the sharp little nubin.
Then her lips moved forward, her mouth suckling as
the Black girl took more of Kristen's tit meat into her
mouth. Now Kristen could feel the girl's teeth against
her nipple, pressing down, not hard, but with a sharp-
ness, a slight pain that send heat coursing through
her body.
The Black girl's hand slid up and down the crevice
between Kristen's firmly rounded ass cheeks, the strok-
ing soft, and slow, then suddenly the hand slid down
between her legs from behind, and squeezed her pubic
mound firmly. Kristen gasped and pulled the girl's head
into her tits.
She felt her body shivering and her legs going
rubbery. The Black girl was suckling furiously at her
breast as her fingers prodded at Kristen's cunt slit,
then she forced the tight lips apart and drove a finger
up into Kristen's cunt, wiggling it about with quick,
agile movements.
Kristen felt herself lowering as her legs gave
way, and then she was on her knees, looking up into
the Black girl's hairless slit. The girl spread her
legs, straightening her body and caressing the sides
of Kristen's head. She pulled Kristen forward, so her
face was pressed into her Black groin, then rubbed
herself against the White girl.
Kristen opened her mouth, hesitantly, then her
tongue slid out and touched the Black girl's cunt slit.
She rubbed her tongue up and down the narrow slash,
pushing harder and deeper, trying to force her tongue
up the tight twat hole. Her hands slid around the girl
and cupped and squeezed her small ass cheeks.
Her fingers dug deep into the flesh as her mind
was dazed by brilliant flashes of sexual electricity.
She rubbed her tongue madly up and down the slit, then
found the little pink clitty peaking out and began to
work on it with almost desperate intensity.
The girl began to moan and sigh with pleasure, her
hips slowly pumping from side to side and in and out.
She arched her back, and brought her hands up behind
her head, throwing her chest out. Her eyes closed to
narrow slits and she moaned louder, partly from plea-
sure, partly because she knew the watching man wanted
her to.
She began to mumble and mutter in a low panting
voice, words that Kristen didn't understand, but the
ogling man did. His cock swelled with excitement as
he watched the White girl's tongue dance in the Black
girl's crotch.
Then the girl seized Kristen's face and pulled her
hard against her crotch as she rubbed furiously against
her. She cried out in ecstasy, her body trembling and
shaking through a light orgasm that she exaggerated for
effect. She let her knees give way and fell down onto
her knees in front of Kristen.
Their lips joined again, and their arms encircled
each other, then they slid to the ground, their bodies
rubbing and stroking each other. The Black girl laid on
top of Kristen, who spread her legs wide, and began to
rub up and down against her, stroking the White girl's
jittery wet crotch with her own.
She suckled fiercely on Kristen's round titties,
her hand sliding between the White girl's legs and
stroking her cunt. A finger pushed into Kristen, then
a second, then a third, then a fourth. Kristen groaned
and whimpered and humped up against the pumping fingers
as her body tingled and shook with arousal.
Then she gave a low gasp as her cunt was forced
even wider. The Black girl's wrist passed through her
cunt and she had her entire hand inside Kristen's cunt
box. She bunched up her fingers into a tight little
fist and worked her hand even deeper as the White girl
writhed beneath her.
She finally reached the bottom of the tight, wet,
sucking cunt box and ground her knuckles against
Kristen's cervix, making the her scream in pleasure.
Kristen jerked and humped and twisted in a mad sexual
dance, her body consumed by vast waves of intense
erotic bliss.
"Oh! Oh! Oh! OH! OH! OH! OOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Kristen gasped. "OH YES! OH YES! YES! YES!"
The Black girl pumped her fist up and down the
spasming pink cuntslit, watching with amusement as the
White girl went insane beneath her. Kristen's body
thrashed and shook, jerking and bucking furiously as
she was whipped by hurricane force winds of delirious
sexual pleasure.
She shook and trembled and whined like a bitch
cat with her tail on fire. The hole between her legs
had become a furnace, then an erupting volcano that
threatened to fry her with it's intense heat. Her eyes
rolled back and her body stiffened, then she collapsed
motionless, her chest heaving with exertion.
<Kristen's collection> Continued in part 8...