African Drums, Chapter 4
by Dark Dreamer
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
Part Four
Joe knelt behind a large coconut tree as the group of Pounta
warriors moved past. He held the Uzi in his hands, almost not
breathing until they had passed. An encounter now would have made
it extremely difficult to continue the search, to say nothing of
the danger to his skin.
He heaved a sigh of relief when they'd passed, then lowered
the gun. Just as he did an arrow thunked into the tree next to his
head. He dove flat and rolled, hearing several other arrows zipping
past him as he rolled behind a bush and pair of trees.
He peered through the bush, seeing nothing. Looking back at
the tree, he could see the direction the arrows had come from, just
behind that set of trees there, he decided. Then one of the bushes
shook and he fired an entire clip into the area, shaking the gun
from side to side to spread out the impact area.
As soon as the clip was empty he jumped to his feet and raced
back the way he'd come along the trail. There were no sounds behind
him. Even if he'd hit one of the natives and not killed him the man
would not have made a sound.
After thirty seconds, he turned and jumped as far as he could
off the trail, landing and rolling. Then he began crawling as fast
as he could without making noise. He clutched the reloaded Uzi to
his chest as he moved as far from the trail as possible.
Once out of sight of it, he jumped to his feet and struck out
at an angle, moving swiftly, but quietly. Nobody could outrun the
natives of this area, so his only hope lay in silence, in them not
knowing exactly where he was.
He cursed furiously as he moved. He was reasonably sure he'd
killed a few of the Pounta, if that was indeed them in the bushes,
and that meant they'd never stop tracking him. This was going to
make it damned hard to find that girl, unless he brought an army
back here.
He heard no movement behind him, but he knew better than to
take heart in that. The Pounta wouldn't make any noise. His little
jump off the trail wouldn't fool them for more than a minute, and
despite his precautions as he moved, they would find his trail very
soon.
He moved between a pair of tall trees, then stopped. He
quickly reached back and pulled a thin spool of fishing line from
his pack, tying it and then stringing it around one of the trees,
through the bushes and around the other tree trunk. He attached a
grenade to either end and then raced away, knowing they couldn't be
far behind now.
He was right, less than thirty seconds after he started
running there was a loud double explosion behind him. He smiled
grimly. If they hadn't heard him running, they might have been
watching the ground more carefully. Now they'd have to slow down
considerably to avoid any similar traps he left.
That gave him time, which was what he really needed. He was no
slouch at losing pursuit, and given enough space between him and
his pursuers he was reasonably sure he'd be able to lose them. The
trouble was he was heading directly away from the Bantu villages
and towards the Pounta
Mandy wrinkled her face and pushed away the bowl but the old
fat woman insisted, pushing it back at her again. She'd already
drank a bowl of the foul smelling stuff and didn't want any more,
but couldn't seem to get that across to the big woman.
The heat and smell of the first bowl was already making her
sick. Her chest felt on fire and her stomach rumbled. Nevertheless,
she began sipping on the bowl, thinking forlornly about the cases
of spring water in the jeeps they'd brought.
Only after she finished the terrible stuff did the old woman
let go her hold on the bowl. She looked at Mandy curiously, her fat
hand feeling Mandy's belly, then her chest, between her breasts,
then her forehead. She nodded then moved away, saying something to
the other fat woman.
The two of them Picked up another pot of something. Mandy
groaned, praying it wasn't something else she had to eat. She
didn't think she could keep anything else down. Her stomach was
feeling more quivery and unsettled by the minute.
But they didn't hold the bowl near her face, instead they
turned her over onto her hands and knees, pushing her down and
holding her there, though she didn't resist. One of the fat women
took a handful of thick goo that looked like a kind of dark honey
or molasses, and rubbed it against Mandy's crotch.
Mandy was startled, but didn't move away. The fat woman rubbed
her hand up and down Mandy's pubic mound for a few seconds, then
slowly thrust a finger in between Mandy's pussy lips. Mandy tried
to move away, but the other fat woman snapped something angrily and
Mandy trembled but held still.
The finger inside her pushed deep into her cunt tunnel, then
wriggled around, pressing first one side, then another, then
another, then another. It withdrew, then slid in again. It
withdrew, and then two fingers were thrust into her.
Mandy could feel her pussy oily and wet with the greasy slime
she'd put on her cuntmound. The two fingers pressed against
opposite sides of her pussylips and opened her up. Now two more
fingers, then three more were placed against her pussy mouth, all
holding her cunt wide open.
She whimpered in pain as the first fat woman held her cunt
wide open. The second fat woman slapped heaping handfuls of that
smelly oozing molasses stuff against her, then began to thrust
several fingers into her pussy, rubbing the stuff into her good.
Mandy had no idea why they were doing that, in fact, she was
finding it increasingly hard to think anything coherently. Her
brain was in a strange muddle and she didn't know why. Suddenly,
she giggled, then stopped, amused at nothing in particular.
The woman behind her continued to rub her fingers in and out
of her pussy tunnel. The second woman let her cuntlips go and they
closed tightly around the second woman's three fingers, which
continued to slide in and out of her cunt tunnel.
Churla pulled her fingers free from the white girl's love
tunnel and stood up, wiping her fingers off on her skirt. She
accepted a drink of retgha from Ghumne and watched the still
kneeling girl. Beneath her legs, as if she had released it from her
bowels, was a wet pile of Churla's brew. More continued to dribble
out from her love hole now that it was closed.
That was all right. Lunga would not be happy if the girl was
a mess down there. Churla gave her love hole a few minutes to push
out the excess liquid, then moved back to her. By this time, the
girl was humming softly and moving her head from side to side like
an imbecile.
Churla led her a few feet away from the pile of liquid, then
knelt beside her once again. She wiped the girl's crotch dry, then
began to rub her finger up and down the little pink slit. She found
the centerpiece of woman's enjoyment, up at the top of the
lovehole, and began to manipulate it carefully.
Churla had done this a number of times before, always with new
virgin wives. Normally the Bantu girl's married as soon as they
began menstruating, and as such the girl's were often of small size
compared with the men. The men married only when they were old
enough to pay the bride price to the girl's father.
The girl's humming became more highly pitched as Churla worked
on her love button. The girl's behind began to push back against
Churla's rubbing fingers. That was good. Churla knew that the
girl's own love hole would no be manufacturing it's own grease to
ease Lunga's passage.
She kept rubbing the little button though and the girl pumped
her behind out at her with more vigour. Churla stopped then, though
the girl continued to rut her ass backwards for several seconds.
Churla waited a time, then began to rub the little button again.
By the time Lunga returned half an hour later, the white girl
was sobbing and shaking with need. Churla had never brought a girl
to such heights of need before. Were it not for the immensity of
Lunga's organ she would not do so now. It was a cruel thing to do.
Though neither could understand the white girl's language,
they could both recognize the pleading and begging and weeping, and
felt sorry for the girl. They both knew that it was for her own
good however. She would receive her reward many times over when
Lunga took her.
Churla gave her trembling body a final rub, then stood up. She
and Ghumne lifted the girl by the arms and carried her to a big log
that was covered with a blanket. Even they could not take Lunga's
massive weight upon their body and of course, no one could expect
this slight creature to do so.
They set her down belly down, across the log. It was almost
too high for the girl's knees to touch the ground, though she was
not a short girl. They balanced her carefully, with her top draped
down one side and her ass sticking up in the air.
Each pulled a leg apart, opening up what was now a steaming
volcanic pit in the girl's crotch. Lung nodded with a grunt and the
two moved aside.
Lunga stripped off his weapons and loincloth, standing there
naked. He smiled happily as he looked down at the trembling white
buttocks looking up at him. His hand went to his manhood, which was
already at half erection. Fat fingers shucked up and down as he
knelt behind the girl.
Very quickly, his manhood rose up between his legs until it
was pointing straight out towards the girl's gleaming moist pussy
mouth. Lung looked at her smoothly rounded ass cheeks with
interest, dropping his big leathery hands on them and kneading the
soft flesh.
He grumbled with pleasure, then took his right hand off to
fold it around his thick penis. He pushed the uncircumcised head
against the opening to the girl's love hole and slowly pushed
forward. At first, her love hole flatly refused to open before his
blunt nosed organ.
He was a warrior however and used to challenges and adversity.
He pushed harder, then harder still. Slowly his organ began to sink
into the incredible tightness between the girl's legs. As he did,
she whined and mewled and shook her body atop the log.
Mandy was dazed and unhappy. She didn't know what was going
on, but her body felt tense and wet and itchy. The itch was most
pronounced between her legs, being so itchy and tingly that she
kept trying to touch and scratch it. The women wouldn't let her
though.
The strangeness in her belly grew and grew and she began to
whine, then suddenly, she felt something push firmly against her
cunt opening. She mewled with pleasure for firm pressure was what
she instinctively knew she needed to gain the release that would
satisfy her belly.
The firmness became greater and greater, and she felt a pain,
almost a tearing between her legs. She whimpered in pain, trying to
draw away, but was held in a grip of iron. The pressure mounted and
she felt her pussy lips being forced unnaturally wide around
something.
She kept trying to crawl up over the log and escape but
couldn't move an inch. Her pussy lips continued to open, to spread
as some massive thing pushed against her. She felt it stab into her
body, prying open the front of her cunt tunnel as it drove into
her.
Her elastic cunt spread wider than ever it had before, the
silky flesh of the tube straining to absorb the giant girth of the
object pushing into it. Thick gobs of grease and girl juice eased
the way as the huge cock pushed deeper, a full three inches inside
her now and spreading her cunt wide, splitting her cheeks and body.
Lunga threw his hips forward and the girl screamed in pain as
three more inches jammed into her small belly. She was even tighter
than Mbinga had said. He sweated, not with the effort but with the
tremendous pressure being exerted on the front of his manhood.
He pulled back an inch, then thrust forward, jamming three
more inches into her belly. He grumbled, the sound like a lion,
then drew back two more inches. He lunged forward, his bloated
organ stabbing in several more inches.
Mandy trembled in shock, sure she was being killed. Her entire
lower body felt grossly swollen around some massive log that had
been forced up into her. She hugged the log, her fingers white as
she felt the log press even deeper inside her.
She felt it's end crushing up against her cervix with
tremendous force. Her belly ached and screamed, cramps rolling
through it as her organs were forced apart. Even her pubic bones
were slowly forced wider, as if she were in childbirth.
Still the pressure continued as more and more of the log was
red into her overstuffed fuck tunnel. She gritted her teeth and
closed her eyes, waiting for the feeling of blood gushing from her
crotch.
Then the thing jammed even deeper, seeming to push right up
into her stomach. She almost threw up, gagging as the thing forced
it's way up the length of her body. She wondered, dazedly, if it
would actually go up through her chest and into her brain.
But it moved no further. It held within her, unmoving. She
trembled around it, and felt it throb within her body. She wondered
what kind of a log or weapon they had used that it should seem to
breath with a life of it's own.
Lunga rubbed his hands over the woman's widely parted
buttocks. At last, the entire length of his manhood lay within her.
His fat, heavy balls, the size of tennis balls, hung low beneath
his crotch, resting against the side of the log as his manhood
shaft lay enfolded in the fiery heat and crushing embrace of this
white girl's love tunnel.
He waited patiently, knowing he must. Churla had been only
thirteen when he'd first taken her, and no bigger than this. Ghumne
had been the same age. He knew that the woman beneath him was older
than they had been, though not quite as large as them at their
first use.
He slowly pulled his manhood back, retreating only a few
inches for fear that the entire tunnel would collapse behind him.
He pushed forward again, then retreated. Slowly he built up his
speed as her muscles surrendered beneath his immensity.
Certain now, that the girl would survive Lunga's lovemaking,
Churla and Ghumne left the tunnel to begin making the afternoon
meal. Lunga humped faster and faster into the girl's love hole, his
hands now moving more freely across her wonderfully soft skin.
Mandy could hardly believe she was still alive. The thing that
had pushed into her cunt was now moving in and out, fucking her
like a cock. Wearily, she pulled her head up and turned around to
gaze behind her. There was a giant behind her and he actually was
fucking her.
She stared with disbelief at the size of his massive prick as
it moved in and out of her body. She could hardly believe her cunt
had managed to absorb something that size without splitting wide
open. There was no sign of blood, though his cock was completely
black and would have made that difficult to spot.
Weakly, her head fell back and she groaned as the giant
fucking her picked up the pace. His enormous cock was thudding down
into the end of her cunt-pit with tremendous force, causing her
pain. It felt like there was a fist repeatedly punching her deep
inside her body.
Her cunt tunnel, so widely stretched, felt like it was being
rasped by sandpaper as the fat fuck stick drove in and out. Every
hair on Lunga's shaft cut along the super taut skin of her rubber
cunt tunnel. The pain, however, began to ease, partly because her
cunt had somewhat adjusted, but mostly because her muscles had
given up and were no longer functioning.
She felt the repeated impact, not just of the giant's cock tip
against her cervix, but of his heavy belly and hips against her ass
and thighs. The impact was hard enough to bruise her painfully, but
there was nothing she could do to stop it. In fact, the power of
his thrusting grew.
Now though, without the agony she had first experienced, her
bodies previous sexual arousal began to reassert itself. Her clitty
was being buzzed furiously by the thickness of the cock driving
over it, her cunt was being ploughed, skewered.
Her belly, already cramping and fluttering with the deep and
thick penetration, resumed it's sensuous dance as her already dazed
mind suffered under new assaults of feverish need. Her body shook,
trembled. Already it was jerking and humping as the giant cock
threw it forward and pulled it back, but it increased it's
movement.
Then a minor orgasm swept through her, leaving her breathless.
Rather than calm her body down it merely stoked the fires higher.
She was burning up with sexual fever, her body bubbling and boiling
as her nerve endings twisted and quivered.
A second orgasm hit her, wrenching her reality and making her
cry out at it's sudden shocking force. Her body shook and trembled,
and her ass actually pushed back against the monster prong fucking
her. Again, she clutched the log, now holding it as a child caught
in a whirlwind, seeking an anchor to reality.
Her body convulsed and she howled in torment and delight. A
fireball of sexual ecstasy exploded in her lower belly, sending hot
steaming streamers shooting out into her body. She was being
royally fucked, and in the dim recesses of her mind knew it.
The giant's fingers hauled her upwards, lifting her off the
log and carrying her across the floor to a bed of straw. She was
dropped back down onto her knees again, and the reaming continued,
with even more force. Now the huge fingers, which totally encircled
her belly, hauled her back against the fuck-pole rutting her.
Her body was jerked back and forth like a rag doll, her head
flying up and down with the sudden changes in direction, her
breasts whipping back and forth. Spit drooled out of her gaping
mouth as she stared at multi colored lights bursting before her
eyes.
She came again, her entire body seared by a supernova,
blasting through her. Sexual electricity ripped up and down her
spine, causing muscle convulsions. Her back arched back, then began
to bounce up and down wildly.
Something huge and hard and heavy was slamming into her
buttocks with terrible force, but the feeling was hardly noticeable
beneath the impaling power of the mighty cock within her. Giant
fingers like sausages whipped around her breasts then squeezed them
with an awful force, making her screech in response.
Her chest exploded with agony and ecstasy, her breasts burning
and throbbing and rippling with sexual electricity. Fat fingers
caught her nipples and twisted them, pulled them downwards,
distorting her breasts. The nipples were stretched out a full two
inches from her titties, almost touching the ground beneath her.
Then she came again, the top of her head blowing off as her
body flailed and writhed and danced in madness. Her head lashed
from side to side and her entire nervous system screamed and flared
out. Then, just before she lost consciousness, she felt an immense
flood of liquids gushing into her belly. She knew it was her blood
and that she had just died, but she died happily.
Lunga felt his seed shooting into the white girl in great fat
heaping wads of shiny white potency. Her body collapsed after a
final wailing shriek as he emptied himself into her. He gave a
satisfied sigh, and pulled his fingers from around her waist.
Her arms collapsed, dropping her head and chest down onto the
ground. Her knees slipped apart and her ass slowly sank down, her
cunt sliding over his softening cock before finally pulling free
and dropping her flat on the dirt. Thick gobs of white sperm
dribbled out of the still open love hole, but Lunga knew enough had
been pumped into her to do the job.
Joe giggled weakly as the sound of the distant explosion
echoed through the jungle. He'd started laying false trails hours
ago, finally creating enough of a gap between him and his pursuers
to plant the thin wire, then double far back, climb a tree and
climb and jump from branch to branch through the densely packed
growth for a hundred yards.
The explosion signalled the Pounta had found the end of his
trail miles distant and heading in the opposite direction. Now,
unless he hit bad luck, he was safe, at least from that group. He
rested his weary frame for a half hour, then rose and began making
his way back north. By darkness he'd recovered most of the
ground he'd lost during the morning's pursuit. He slept in a tree,
then continued at dawn, leaving that particular tribe's boundary a
few hours later. He reached the first of the Bantu villages, and
after a nervous few minutes, was welcomed generously enough.
He had lunch with the village chieftain, who professed no
knowledge about a white skinned female in this area and looked at
Joe like he was crazy when the white guide tried to explain what
the color pink was.
Joe managed to gain a guide further north, to the Clantae
village a dozen miles away, reaching there by nightfall. The girl
wasn't there either, much to his disgust and weariness. He decided
to camp there for the night.
Around the fire, he told the chief of his trouble with the
Pounta and how he'd escaped them. The chief and his warriors howled
with laughter as he described the Pounta being blown up by his
explosive boobie traps. The chief called him "Loitiiea", which
meant roughly, tiger-man, and presented him with one of his
daughters for the night.
The girl, a young thing who's body still bore the slimness of
girlhood, but also the wide hips and rounded breasts of womanhood,
giggled at the sight of his reddened prick. Her body was a
gleaming, shiny black in the dim light as he slowly caressed her
body.
Her small brown nipples tasted of smoky meat as he suckled
gently. His tongue slid downward along her belly and then in
between her legs. She allowed him to part her thighs, glancing in
astonishment as his tongue began to move up and down her slit.
He slid a finger inside her, and began to pump it in and out
as his tongue found and began to slid back and forth across her
clit. She was extremely curious as well as wary, but relaxed
completely when the pleasure began to course through her body.
She whimpered, murmuring in wonderment as her body steamed
with sexual heat. The Bantu were hardly the world's greatest
lovers. The men simply drove it in and humped for a couple of
minutes until they came. Orgasm was not totally unknown among
women, but seldom happened in actual sex. As for masturbation, it
was technically forbidden to women, though the older ones all did
it from time to time. This girl, though, seemed not to have. Her
eyes were wide with excitement and bewildered pleasure as Joe's
tongue whipped back and forth across her clit.
Then her back arched. "Oooooooooohhhhhhh!" she gasped, pushing
her small cunt up against his face. His fingers slid in and out of
the little pink slit as his tongue writhed against her.
When she stopped shaking, he climbed up the length of her body
and drove his cock into her tight pink hole. She threw her arms
around him and kissed him, their lips meeting wetly and forcefully.
His hands went under her ass and jerked her up against him as he
began to pump into her with excited speed.
Then he came, his cock spewing out his jism as she writhed in
pleasure under him. He sucked hard on her nipples, his hands
fondling her ass as he humped continuously into her pink hole.
Mandy was awakened by Lunga's wives, who slapped her face and
tossed water on her to bring her to consciousness. Churla rubbed
her hand against Mandy's cunt gently, smiling in sympathy and
saying something Mandy couldn't understand.
They helped the teenager to her feet and walked her outside
into the sun, sitting her down on the ground as they sat on low
stools beside her. They began sewing hides together, making a skirt
for someone. Mandy tried to sit, but couldn't do it comfortably.
Her behind and cunt hurt too much when she put pressure on them.
One of the women said something to the other, and they both
looked at Mandy and laughed. She flushed in embarrassment. Then one
of them got up and picked up a basket of some dirty clothing and
pulled on Mandy's arm.
Naked, she followed the woman down the path to the stream,
where the woman dumped the basket, then picked up a sarong. She
brought it over to a rock and dumped it into the water, then
started rubbing it on the rock. She motioned to Mandy, who stood
beside her watching.
Then she moved away and pushed Mandy towards the thing,
obviously wanting her to do it. She sighed and began rubbing the
thing against the rock as the woman stood by and watched in
satisfaction. The woman produced another wad of leafy gooey stuff,
like they women had used to clean Mandy earlier.
She rubbed it against the clothe and signalled Mandy to keep
rubbing it as she watched. There were several other rocks and the
other woman began to clean clothes on one, as Mandy cleaned them on
the other.
After about an hour, she found herself wondering why these
people didn't get a washing machine, then smiled at her own
foolishness. The fat woman saw her smile and smiled back, saying
something happily.
Mandy followed her back into the camp, looking around more
carefully than she had before. She noted that there were several
nude people in the camp besides herself. Most were women, but a
couple were men. She guessed that these too were prisoners of some
sort.
In fact, they were slaves, as she was. But the word slave
simply didn't enter her mind. She thought of herself as a prisoner,
that was all. The fat women taught her how to pound meet with a
rock, for what purpose she didn't know, and had her stirring a deep
smelly pot of something.
After that, she began to sweep out the hut with a rough broom
thing, then carried in fresh straw from a pile under a lean-to. The
giant man came into the hut just then. He pushed her down onto her
knees and knelt behind her.
Mandy whined in anxious worry and tensed up. He pulled her
legs apart and then slowly forced his huge organ into her body
again, pounding furiously against her until she cried out and
collapsed with exhaustion. Then he'd poured a load of hot cum into
her and left.
She was given more clothing to wash, then a small bowl of goop
to eat for lunch, after which she had to follow a girl of about ten
to a small pasture where there were goats. The girl showed her how
to milk the goats, and despite her revulsion, Mandy had had to sit
down and begin to fondle the thing's teats, sending milk shooting
into a wood barrel.
By dinner, she was exhausted. She had to keep working though,
as the two fat women, their numerous children and the giant man
who'd raped her, all ate.
When they had finished, she was given a bowl of the same
sludge she'd eaten before, along with a bowl containing the scraps
from their own meal. She looked at it in surprise and disgust, but
she was ravenous after working all day and had no choice but to eat
the partly burned, partly undercooked, cold meat. In fact, she
wolved it down quickly. Mildly surprised that she could even force
it into her mouth.
Shortly after that, one of the fat ladies led her across the
village to a small hut. This one was much more strongly built than
others, and had a door of sorts, made of strong young tree branches
lashed together. She was pushed inside and the thing closed behind
her.
Churla pushed the bolt into place across the slave shack and
gave a sigh of relief. Now she could go back to her hut and get
some sleep. She glanced behind her as she walked away, hoping the
white girl would be all right in there.
Normally, slave women slept in their owner's hut. Only slave
men were kept in the strongly locked little shack. However, out of
kindness for her bodies needs, they had put her in with the two
slave men. She had only been taken twice during the day and they
worried that was not enough.
Lunga's huge girth could not be used by her always though.
After all, Churla and Ghumne needed it's use as well. From Mbinga's
description, the girl needed to be used many times, and Churla was
confident the slave men would see to her.
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