African Drums, Chapter 7
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 Seven
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 downriver. There was a second Uzi, and a number of other
weapons, including explosives. 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 binoculars, 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 prisoners, 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 was there
didn't seem to be any kind of generator. That mean 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 Mandy
tonight, or rather, tomorrow morning, around three.
Mandy 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 Mandy 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
stairwell 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 Mandy 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 lightbulb 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 anything. 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 Mandy. The two men spoke to one
another and then the man moved to Mandy 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 mouthwash 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, lingering 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 Mandy 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 impatiently, then pulled her away from the
chair and out the door into the corridor.
There was another soldier waiting there. He exchanged his hand
for the other's on Mandy'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.
Mandy 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 Mandy, 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 rebellion!"
"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 lay 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 he 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!" Mandy 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 possible 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 unsurprised 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 to and Mandy
found herself 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, generally 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. Mandy 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 Mandy, and he skin was as black
as Mandy's was white. She was just as naked too.
The two girls stared at each other for a moment, then the man
said something. Mandy didn't understand it but the girl evidently
did. She moved forward until the two were standing only a foot
apart.
Mandy stared at her. She was shorter than Mandy, and her
breasts were smaller. Despite the darkness of the girl's flesh,
Mandy could see the dark slit between her legs, for the girl had no
pubic hair. Mandy had never seen a girl this old without pubic
hair, and realized at once that it must have been shaved off.
Mandy's gaze travelled 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.
Mandy 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 Mandy and caressed her white skin.
Mandy 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 worried 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. Mandy 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. Mandy's round breasts exploded with blood,
swelling up like balloons, their nipples hardening and lengthening,
pressing into the black girl's own smaller black breasts.
Their bodies rubbed together as the far man watched with an
interested smirk. The black girl cocked her head to one side then
kissed Mandy, 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.
Mandy 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 Mandy's
mouth, then in the other girl's.
The black girl pulled her lips away, lowering her head to
Mandy'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 Mandy's tit meat into her mouth. Now Mandy could
feel the girl's teeth against her nipple, pressing down, not hard,
but with a sharpness, a slight pain that send heat coursing through
Mandy's body.
The black girl's hand slid up and down the crevice between
Mandy's firmly rounded ass cheeks, the stroking soft, and slow,
then suddenly the hand slid down between Mandy's legs from behind,
and squeezed her pubic mound grimly. Mandy 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 Mandy's cunt slit, then she forced the tight lips apart
and drove a finger up into Mandy's cunt, wiggling it about with
quick, agile movements.
Mandy 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 Mandy's head. She pulled Mandy forward, so her face was
pressed into her black groin, then rubbed herself against the white
girl.
Mandy 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
pleasure, partly because she knew the watching man wanted her to.
She began to mumble and mutter in a low panting voice, words
that Mandy 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 Mandy'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 gave way and fell
down onto her knees in front of Mandy.
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 lay on top of Mandy, who spread he 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 Mandy's round titties, her hand
sliding between the white girl's legs and stroking her cunt. A
finger pushed into Mandy, then a second, then a third, then a
fourth. Mandy 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 Mandy'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 Mandy's cervix, making the girl
howl in pleasure. Mandy 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!" Mandy 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. Mandy'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.
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