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.

"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.

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.

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...

The End