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K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N
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Archive name: Africa08.txt (M/F, rp, nc, mc, F/F)
Authors name: Dark Dreamer
Story Title : AFRICAN DRUMS - (8/8)
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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 ))--------------
It was almost embarrassingly easy. He simply cut
a couple of the strands of wire and slipped into the
camp. There were no guards in sight. The one that was
supposed to be patrolling had evidently gone to sleep
somewhere. He kept low as he moved across the dark
camp, heading for the second fence, the one around the
building that was his target.
He slipped into some bushes a dozen yards from
the fence and waited, scanning his watch. Two minutes
later, the lights went out and he raced forward and
clipped the lowest strand, then slid under. He used a
small piece of wire from his pocket to tie the severed
strand back together, then raced to the building and
jumped, grabbing the drainpipe.
This was a gamble, but it held and he shinnied up
to the top and fell over onto the roof, gasping for
breath. The lights came back on again. There was no
loud outcry or anything. Maybe nobody had even noticed.
But no, the door below opened and a fat looking guy
with a machine pistol came out and looked around.
Apparently satisfied, he went back inside.
Joe crept across the roof. There it was, a door
leading down. He knew there'd be one. It was locked of
course, but that presented no major difficulty. He took
out the pry bar from his belt and slowly began to work
on it. It didn't take long. The wood was rotting and
the steal was rusting.
Five minutes later, with very little sound, the
door popped open and he slid inside. There was a narrow
stairway, which he moved down. At the foot was another
door, this one unlocked. He stepped through and into a
hallway.
It was quiet in the hall, though from each of the
numerous doors came quiet and unidentifiable sounds. He
pushed the first one open a crack and looked in. There
was a naked Black man on a bed. A young girl, only
barely developing, was squatting atop him, taking his
thick cock into her body.
He closed the door. The next revealed much the
same, except the girl was older. Across the hall, he
opened the door to find a man fucking a boy in the ass.
The next room revealed an oriental woman hanging from
her wrists from the ceiling. Joe couldn't see the guy,
and didn't care to. He closed the door and moved on.
He pushed open another door. There was a man sit-
ting on a chair, his back to the door. Joe couldn't see
any girl. This was obviously some kind of whorehouse
and he couldn't imagine the guy being alone. He opened
the door further, peering around it.
There was a pair of legs on the floor. They were
obviously female, and just as obviously Black. He
started to retreat, then curiosity got the best of him.
What the heck was she doing sitting on the floor?
He pushed his head around the door. Now he could
see much better. The girl was on her back and there was
another girl on top of her. The two were sixty-nineing
and the one on top was White... with pink hair!" He was
so relieved he almost laughed.
Instead, he crept into the room and closed the
door. The man looked up in surprise just to catch the
butt of his Uzi in the face. A second blow took him
in the head and he fell over, unconscious. Joe moved
around him to the girl's who were still licking and
slurping at each other's pussies.
He gripped the pink hair and pulled upward.
Kristen blinked in dazed confusion.
"Time to go pinky." he said. He looked down at the
Black girl, who looked back impassively. He pulled on
Kristen's arm and hauled her to her feet, where she
staggered and would have fallen if not for his firm
hold.
He picked up the Black man's pants and slipped
them onto Kristen's legs, rolling them up at the bot-
tom. Then he grabbed the uniform jacket and got her
into that, tying the belt to keep it closed around her.
"Let's go."
"Go?" she mumbled, in confusion.
"Just follow me." he sighed, pulling her along,
hand in hand.
He opened the door and peaked outside. There was
nothing moving. Everyone was too busy. They went down
the hallway and up the stairs to the roof. Joe checked
his watch and pulled Kristen over to a corner, where
he'd tied a rope earlier.
"Do you think you can climb down a rope?"
She looked at him blankly and he cursed softly and
tied the other end of the rope around her under her
arms. He checked his watch again. Just then the lights
went out.
"Over you go lovey." he said, pushing Kristen over
the edge of the building. She gave a low cry, but stop-
ped when she realized the rope was preventing her from
falling.
He lowered her to the ground, where she sat down
dumbly at the base of the wall. He jumped over and slid
quickly down to the ground, landing beside her.
"Let's go, kid!" he hissed. He slipped the rope
off and then pulled her to the fence, quickly pulling
the wire loose and shoving her threw.
A minute or so later, the fat guy came out of the
door again and looked around. He saw the rope coming
down from the roof and gave a cry of alarm. A second
man joined him and then the two raced back into the
building and up the stairs.
They drove for over half an hour before Kristen
finally began to talk.
"Are you going to take me back to the camp where
I was kidnapped?" She asked, softly.
"No. Of course not. You're parents are in Harare
anyway."
"Are we going there?"
"Tomorrow morning."
"What about tonight?"
"Tonight, we take you to what passes for a luxury
hotel in this city."
"Luxury." she said. "That would be something new."
"I hope you like it."
Thirty minutes later, they entered a large, and
old building. There were thick wall to wall carpets in
the lobby. Apparently he already had a room for they
didn't go to the desk. Instead he led her to the
elevator. The man inside looked at her unusual clothes
but then politely averted his eyes.
Then they were in his room on the fourth floor.
It was tastelessly overdone, with big carvings and
murals and atrociously ostentatious furnishings.
Kristen loved it though. She loved the shower and bath
even more. She spent half an hour in the shower,
scrubbing herself down. When that was done, she filled
up the bathtub and spent another hour in the bath.
She emerged, finally, clad in a big oversized bath
towel, her hair falling behind her in a dark red wave.
"You look much better." Joe said.
"I feel much better."
She sat down beside him on the couch, looking at
the big fire crackling in the fireplace. "I guess I
have a lot to thank you for." she said.
"Part of the service."
"It must have been hard finding me in the jungle
like that, then to break me out of that awful army
base... "
"I'll charge your father a finders fee."
She smiled. "I'd like to apologize."
"For what?"
"For the way I treated you, you know, before I was
kidnapped."
"Oh, that. Forget it."
"I was a bitch. Admit it."
"Ok. You were a bitch."
She smiled again.
"Still, there were moments."
"You mean in your tent?" he grinned.
"Yes, of course I mean that. That was, I'll have
you know, the first orgasm I'd had with a man, ever."
"You're kidding!"
She shook her head.
"What do you mean, with a man?"
"I had one when I was much younger, with a woman,
and of course, I've had a number, as they say, on my
own."
"A woman, huh. I wondered whether you were gay."
"I'm not really. I haven't even been with a woman
in three or four years, except for tonight that is."
"Well, I'm glad you enjoyed it."
"Don't get cocky, Joe. I came like gangbusters
with the Bantu, remember, and even in the truck on the
way to the army camp... well, anyway, let's just say
that you don't have to be superman to make me cum now.
I don't know how or when I changed, but I've become a
multi-orgasmic nympho."
"All women should be so lucky, and all men."
"So anyway..." she continued, swirling a little
of the brandy he'd poured into a glass for her, "I
forgive you for the rather rude way you uh, did me
then, and even for doing me again in the village. Oh
yes, I know about it. Didn't think I'd remember, did
you?" she grinned.
"It was sort of, thrust upon me, lass."
"Not half as much as it was thrust upon me."
"Aww well."
"I forgive you for that, but I want a favor."
"Name it."
"I've been fucked like a she bitch so often in
the last week, screwed in the dirt and grass and mud,
hammered by big dicked jerks and all. I want something
else. I want you to make love to me."
"After all you've been through?"
"I want to see if it's me that's changed, or
whether it was just the roughness that made me cum. Do
I need to be used like that or can I have an orgasm
that doesn't leave bruises?"
She stood up and let the towel fall to the floor.
Joe set his glass down and stood up as well. He reached
out and took her hand, then led her forward until they
were next to the fireplace, then he gently drew her
down onto the heavily carpeted floor.
"How's this for cliched?" he grinned, pushing her
onto her back beside the fire. He knelt beside her,
then pulled off his shirt and slipped his pants down.
Nude, he sat next to her, his hand sliding softly
across her flesh, caressing her curves and sweet
rounded breasts.
He laid down next to her, his arm going around
her. Their faces leaned together and they kissed,
softly, gently. His hand continued to slowly massage
the flesh of her shoulders and sides, then slid easily
down over her belly and into her groin. He cupped her
moist pubic region, his fingers rubbing softly.
Her breathing became heavier as his lips slid over
hers and down against the side of her throat. He kissed
her there, then his lips moved downward kissing her
shoulders, then her breasts. He sucked in her left
nipple, and slid it around inside his mouth, his tongue
rubbing against it. Then he let it go and took in her
right nipple, repeating the gentle suckling.
He kissed his way down her body until he was
between her legs. Kristen spread them wide, drawing
them back so her heels rested against the sides of
her buttocks. He laid between her legs, his face
against her crotch. Slowly his tongue began to work up
and down her slit.
She closed her eyes and lay motionless as his
tongue and fingers began to manipulate her clitty and
delve between the ever more moist lips of her cunt
hole. He sucked on her lips, then moved to her clitty
and began to work on it, his teeth grinding back and
forth on it as she started to mewl in pleasure and hump
slightly against him.
His hands caressed her buttocks as his tongue
worked on her clitty and pussy. He slipped a finger
into her cunt, pushing it in to the knuckle and working
it easily around. His tongue continued to slither back
and forth across her clit as he started to slowly pump
the finger in and out of the young woman.
She groaned loudly, her hands coming down to his
hair and caressing his head. He worked against her clit
with long, slow raping licks, making her raise her ass
in the air and move it in slow circles. His tongue
pushed forcefully in between her lips and sucked out
wads of girl juice, then returned to her clit.
His finger was joined by a second, then a third,
pumping slowly in and out as his tongue moved faster
on her clitty. Then she suddenly gave a moan of plea-
sure and her hands pressed down hard on his head as
she humped up at him. She jerked and shook as an
orgasm rolled over her.
"So... so now... we know." she panted, when it
had subsided. He slid up her body, his tongue suckling
on her breasts again before he laid down atop her. She
stared up into his face as her breasts pushed heavily
against his chest. Then they kissed, a long, slow
gentle kiss of certainty and pleasure.
She felt his hardness pressing against her belly
and reached down to take it in her hand. He raised his
crotch slightly and Kristen took the cock and placed
it against her hot, wet pussy entrance. Then she slid
her ass slightly over and pushed it in. He settled
down upon her again, his cock sliding easily and deeply
into her cunt.
She groaned involuntarily as his hard hot meat
filled her up. She clenched down on her cunt muscles,
feeling his cock with them. She slid her arms around
his body as their kiss continued. He began to slowly
push his body up and down over hers, sliding his cock
in and out of her pussy.
She sighed with pleasure, not pushing back, just
resting there, legs spread, enjoying the sensation of
being fully penetrated by the fat organ. It slid in and
out of her body, rubbing persistently across her clitty
and bringing new arousal to her body.
Her skin flushed with excitement as her body began
to twitch and tremble with sexual bliss. Her hands slid
down to his ass and squeezed down, drawing him in
tighter. She slid her legs up around him and shook her
head from side to side.
They rolled over, and now she was on top, a posi-
tion she had not occupied in some time. She straddled
his hips, sitting atop his organ and gazing down at
him. She bent forward and kissed him as he cupped her
breasts and fondled them with his rough fingers.
She pushed back up, sitting down, then kneeling,
her knees wide apart on either side of his hips. She
rose up, pulling herself high above him so only the tip
of his cock was inside her. Then slowly, wanting it to
last forever, she slid down his shaft, letting it push
up into her belly.
He pulled her down again, his hands around her
back and head as they kissed, then they rolled over
again, and now he was on top once more. He began to
fuck into her with harder strokes, his cock sliding
back and forth across her clit as she shivered in
excitement.
She felt her body quiver and shake, felt the
orgasm high above her. It was a huge sparkling white
cloud, vast and deep, it fell downward onto her, en-
gulfing her, and making her body shake and spasm and
convulse in erotic ecstasy.
His cock plunged back and forth within her, and
seconds later the cloud engulfed him also. Searing heat
joined their bodies as his juices spat down into her
and joined with her own. Their cum went on and on and
on, and then as they slowly relaxed. And Kristen knew
thateverything would be OK...
<Kristen's colletion> Thank you Dark Dreamer, Kristen.