Chapter 9
Christina slept until late the next morning, exhausted from the previous day's ordeals. She bathed in a nearby pond. It took a great deal of soaking for her to get all the filth and come off her face and out of her hair. Behind her she could hear Captain Cannanore's orders as he prepared to break camp and head for Kenya.
But the pretty tough little blond had made up her mind to cancel those plans. She had been through every extremity of pain and degradation and she knew she could take anything they threw at her. They could torture her but they could not break her will. The cruelty she had suffered had tempered her soul, given her new strength.
She had made up her mind that they would go back to the house, give her brother a decent burial and take revenge on the loathsome general. The mercenaries wouldn't like it but there was little they could do. They couldn't kill her for then there would be no bonus and they craved money. Nor could they bind her and carry her, for the long road back across the border was difficult and dangerous. The worst they could do was rape her a few more times and she was already used to that. She was in control.
The mercenaries saw it that way too when she made the ultimatum. They were disgusted, unhappy. Cannanore was obviously angry. But there was nothing he nor the others could do.
"We'll hit them early tomorrow," said the captain at last. "The troops are still in Kampala. I figure the general has only about five men with him. If we surprise them we'll take them easily."
"I want the general alive," demanded Christina curtly.
"Try not to shoot him," ordered the captain perfunctorily. Then he eyed the lovely girl narrowly. "Of course we have all day to kill now. You're right we can't kill you or bind and take you back. But there is one thing we can do."
"Of course," she said sourly, "you mean fuck me. I expected that." Without comment she lay back, a bitter smile on her face, arched her knees and spread her legs wide. Her beautiful honey-blond quim with its full pouting pussy lips sparkled gorgeously in the bright sun.
Though Cannanore refused to risk her life and their money by letting her assist in the assault on the house he had equipped her with an automatic rifle. Still naked Christina crouched in the bushes as they rapidly made the approach, her gun ready to support them if necessary. But they had scouted the area professionally and knew the exact location of each of their five opponents. Almost as soon as the firing began the five Ugandan soldiers were dead. Only the general remained somewhere inside.
But Christina's heart leaped to her mouth. From the bushes emerged a dozen armed men with rifles behind the mercenaries. They quickly lined up and aimed. The girl gave a loud cry of warning and her rescuers turned just as the troopers volleyed into them.
The little cockney and another white fell with bullets in their backs. But the others commenced rapid fire. It was four automatic weapons against a dozen slow rifles. The Oriental took one in the head and hit the ground. The other black fell with blood spurting from his mouth.
But Captain Cannanore and his last soldier stood together bravely on the porch spraying fire into the massed men. In seconds the last of the dozen new troopers fell in a bloodied heap. The mercenaries had won. Yet the victory was short. From the house a submachine gun opened up and tore into Cannanore's sole surviving soldier, pitching him forward dead upon the grass.
"Drop your weapon, captain," came the cool voice of the general as he emerged through the door, his weapon aimed directly at the merceneary's back. Cannanore did as he was told, raising his hands above his head.
"A good ambush," said the tall black man calmly, "we never spotted them."
"Did you really think I would leave myself still unprotected after your little attempt two days ago? I expected your return. Now where is the girl? She still is valuable to us."
"Back at camp," he lied coolly.
"Then lead me there," commanded the officer with a smirk. Without protest Cannanore did as he was told. They passed only a few feet from where Christina squatted hidden in the bushes. She knew her duty.
Quickly she arose as they passed and emerged from the brush.
"Hold it, general," she cried out, trying to disguise her nervousness, "drop your weapon." Her hands trembled but she managed to hold her gun steadily on target.
"Well, our little white girl," said the general in an amused voice. He let the machine gun hang limply from his hand. Cannanore turned and grabbed it. In a few moments they had him back in the house and down in the cellar. Christina looked about futilely for her brother's corpse.
"Where is it?" she hissed threateningly. "Where's my brother's body?"
"I thought that's why you came back," he said coolly with an impudent rise to his eyebrows.
"And to revenge his death by your own," the girl answered severely.
"What if I told you I did not kill him?"
"I was here," she answered curtly. "I saw. Where is he?"
"In there," the general replied, nodding to one of the numerous cell doors on the north wall. Quickly the girl ran to the thick steel barrier and pulled it open. She looked inside and then stood stiff in surprise. Absent-mindedly she let her gun drop to the floor.
"August?" she whispered, "August?"
From the gloom emerged the bare white figure of her brother, a grim smile on his face. He was obviously worn and weakened but he was alive.
"I thought you were dead," she gasped in disbelief.
"He almost was," broke in the general. "Apparently you released him just in time. We found him still unconscious."
"Oh August," she moaned, throwing her arms tightly about him, pressing her tits against his naked chest. "And your poor prick! How is it?" She dropped to her knees and held the slender tool in her hands. Immediately she began to cover it with moist warm little kisses.
"Did they damage it?" she asked anxiously. "They didn't hurt it permanently, did they?"
"No, don't worry, sis," laughed the boy weakly. "It still hurts a little but it'll be all right."
"And you," she spit viciously, standing and turning to the general, "you'll pay. You'll get to feel yourself what it's like to have your slimy cock tortured like that."
"Don't blame him so," broke in August abruptly. "He's not the one who did it."
"But who?" she exclaimed in surprise. Significantly she heard Cannanore snicker and she looked over at the tall black mercenary. He was grinning broadly, the barrel of his weapon pointed directly at her belly.
"You," she gasped, "but why? You're supposed to save us."
"Any one of you would be sufficient for us to collect our bonus. Your brother was just extra baggage and the boys wanted to have a little fun. I thought he was dead or I wouldn't have let you come back here. Now I'll have to kill you both and that's going to cost me a lot of extra money."
"Cannanore," she began to whimper. "I trusted you. I loved you. Don't you even like me? The way you fucked me...."
"... was the way I fuck any tight white ass. You're nothing special to me. Now both of you move over here with the general."
Realizing their desperate plight Christina made a jump for the weapon she had carelessly let fall to the floor. Cannanore began to fire but with surprising agility the fat general leapt on him and grabbed the weapon. They struggled viciously for a few moments until they were interrupted by a short burst of fire over their heads.
"Drop it," commanded Christina, aiming her gun squarely at the two of them. "Both of you drop it or I'll tear your guts open." Knowing they were caught they lowered the machine gun to the floor and stepped back.
"General," she began calmly as August retrieved the free weapon, "I do not plan to hurt you in spite of what you did to me. But I don't plan to let myself be your prisoner again. We're going to use you as a hostage to get us back to Kenya safely."
"Of course, little white one," the officer agreed with exagerated politeness, "whatever you ask."
"But before we go, Cannanore," she continued staring angrily at the handsome black mercenary, "you're going to taste some of my vengeance. Strip off your clothes."
The defenceless captain did as he was told, then followed her command to lie back on one of the long benches. August and the general securely bound his wrists and ankles to its side. Laying her gun aside Christina walked over and took his enormous cock in her hands. Though unaroused it was still long and thick.
"Suck a beautiful prick," she mused, running her fingertips up and down the glossy coal black wand. "I wonder if I'll ever be satisfied with anything less again. Such a shame to waste it. I've got to have one more fucking off of it."
"Be my guest," smirked the captain callously, "I'm sure you know how to get it hard."
"Yes, but first...." she whispered, leaning over to lovingly lathe the tip with her pretty pink tongue, "first I want to get it ready." Letting the peter slip from her hands she found some stout cord on a nearby table. Firmly she began to rap it up the still limp prick, leaving about an inch space between the loops so that soon his cock looked like a black barber pole. Then wrapping it back down the length she left a series of diamond patterns on his proud penis.
She pulled the cord tight until it cut into his sensitive flesh. Cannanore in spite of himself was perspiring with growing anxiety, the rope already hurting him, but bravely he kept quiet. Christina finished by winding the cord stoutly about the base of his balls. She jerked it cruelly tight and the man moaned from between his clenched teeth.
"Well, Cannanore, it hurts you already?" she said, placing her hands flat on his strong chest and looking directly into his dyes. "Do you know what it'll be like when you're hard and ready to come?"
"I know," he answered stoutly trying to hide his fear. "It'll cut me to pieces. It'll crush my prick."
"But at least you'll have one last piece of my tail," she consoled as she climbed up on the bench and hovered her spread twat lewdly over his pelvis, "and I'll have your fat thirteen inches one more time." She grabbed his tool firmly in one hand. Though not erect the tightly bound cords made it stiff.
Slowly, teasingly Christina began to rub the knob up and down her gorgeous furrow. She let it rest in her bush for a few moments, caressing it with her thick curly hairs. With it she found her little clitoris and began to play his tip against the little nub. Without hurry she rubbed it over and about her swelling pussy lips, then back to her bush and around her cunt, not yet letting it penetrate her inner warmth. She felt the prod thicken almost imperceptibly. He was becoming aroused in spite of himself.
"I want to feel it all over me," she smiled down at him, "all thirteen inches of it all over and in my cunt. I want every part of my twat to remember it perfectly. God knows if I'll ever have another cock as beautiful as this to dick me." Cannanore breathed deeply, conscientiously trying to keep his muscles relaxed in preparation for the ordeal to come. He tryed to ignore the pleasant tickling and massaging at the end of his cock as she teased it through her gash. That pleasure would betray him and cause endless pain. Courageously he fought against it though he knew it was useless.
"Uhmmm, it feels good," she moaned lasciviously as she rolled it about the hole to her cave. "I'm getting wet already too. I can feel my cunt oozing. Can you feel it dearest?"
"Yes," mumbled Cannanore curtly, fighting for his self-control. But he could feel her increasing moistness as it covered the knob of his cock and stimulated the little slit at its top.
She took the long prod and moved it up her ass crack, letting it nudge briefly against her shit hole and then travel on up till it was securely entrapped between her ass cheeks. Softly she began to ride the fat prod, very slowly beginning to tighten and release her hips in a deliberate orgasmic rhythm. The captain moaned again as she felt another thickening of his prick between her buttocks.
"Did you know he had me up there, August?" she mused to her brother in a little girlish voice. "He really did. He fucked me all thirteen inches into my shit hole."
"Did you like it?"
"I loved it. It hurt horribly at first, tore me apart. But I loved it. I just came and came and came. I always come when Cannanore's got his iong prod in me."
She slipped the tool from her ass crack and examined it admiringly. It was beginning to show signs of erection with the cords cutting deep now into the cock. The flesh was bulging out between them.
Carefully she took the prick and eased the huge tip for the first time through the hole to her cave. She paused with it just barely inside and waited. With her cunt muscles she gently massaged the base of the knob. Cannanore had closed his eyes and began to sweat profusely, but it was not yet from pain but what he knew lay ahead.
"Can you feel my cunt heat now, Cannanore beloved?" she cooed leaning forward to press her lips against her ear.
"Yes," he answered hoarsely, "it is very hot."
"And juicy and good?"
"Yes. As always."
"And as always you feel good inside me," she returned with deliberation beginning to pulse and strain the muscles of her pussy so that the huge dong was pulled up into her. The captain felt the increasing moist warmth encase his long prod, gradually stealing down its length. Christina's own rhythmic cunt massage was awakening a primal tempo within his body. It would not be ignored. He was growing harder, more erect.
"Please," he uttered in spite of himself as suddenly the tightness on his cock became painful. "Are you begging me Cannanore?"
"No," he gasped, "I didn't mean to."
"How does it feel?"
"Tight."
"And where the cord is wrapped around your balls?"
"It's beginning to ache a little."
"Good," she crooned throatily. "And only about two inches are in so far." Gradually she began to ease her twat further down the long shaft, undulating her ass slowly to ease its entrance. She felt the tip begin to press against her uterus and stopped with inches still left to go.
"Look everybody," she moaned, "it's as far in now as any normal man's prick and see how much is still outside." Lewdly she began to storke the half-foot of shaft that extended between his balls and her hairy cunt.
Wrapping her fingers about it she moved the long mushroom about, causing the knob inside her to brush across her womb and caress the sweaty walls of her cave. She churned it about inside her as she would have churned butter, knocking it solidly against her cave. And in both quim and hand she felt it thicken and harden as the cords cut deeper into his flesh.
Cannanore had not been able to resist. He was fully erect. Pain laced up and down his proud sausage and his nuts began to cramp. Yet it was alive, tingling with growing excitement. He lay quivering beneath her spread oily gash. Beads of her cunt honey were in her thick yellow rosebush and some of it was trickling down his spear.
"Be careful," he whispered.
"I shall, my saviour," she answered and began to slide her cunt up and down the shaft, gradually forcing more and more into her. She moaned with undisguised pleasure as she began to rock back and forth on top of him, loving the bulging hardness inside her. August and the general watched in wordless fascination as they saw the unbelievably long prick gradually being absorbed between her pouting hairy-yellow cunt lips.
"Oh, oh it's good," she whined softly, "oh, it's the best prick in the world, Cannanore. I'll never forget it. I'm going to take it back home with me."
"You can't," he gasped through clenched teeth, trying to override the insistent hurt, "I can't go to America."
"I'm going to cut it off and take it with me. I love it so much. I'm going to stuff it and hang it on my wall."
"Don't be crazy," he gasped in agony as his huge prod swelled even greater, the cords cutting viciously into his tender flesh. But he couldn't help his arousal. Her beautiful hot cunt was pulling, tugging, squeezing up and down the whole length of his burning dick. The stinging cords brought his cock to a new aliveness.
He stared between her legs as she plunged hard down and up the quivering pole to within an inch of his throbbing balls. The captain couldn't believe she could take so much of it voluntarily, without being raped. As her furry blonde twat careened and twisted upward to the base of his knob he saw it was coated with her thick frothy white cunt honey. There was a trace of blood too where she allowed herself to be torn by his immenseness. He knew it hurt her also.
"Oh yes, yes it's good," she moaned as she plunged her ass down again engulfing the shaft. This time she screwed, rocked and forced her hips over the very last inch, crying and moaning in pain-mixed pleasure until her fat swollen cunt lips finally kissed his hairy balls. "Oh, oh yes," she gasped, "oh yes I want it, I want it forever."
"Be careful," he urged again hopelessly, feeling the juices began to rise. An orgasm will cut him to pieces.
"Yes, yes, careful beloved," she sighed open mouthed, almost delirious with the throbbing in her quim. Her steady rhythm suddenly became jerky, spastic as rapidly now she plummeted her cunt up and down over the distended rod. Her large breasts began to swell and fatten, beginning to blush a rosy red that quickly spread over her chest and the rest of her body. She glistened with sweat. The muscles in her legs and thighs were twitching out of control as recklessly, heedlessly she pounded and screwed her dripping cunt over the length of his tortured prick.
"Oh yes, yes, yes," she moaned incessantly, crazily as she drove herself along the coveted pole. Her pretty mouth was open, trickles of saliva running from its corners. The gorgeous blue eyes rolled insanely. Long blonde hair flew and tossed about her head.
Christina rocked wildly back and forth as she rode the steel hard shaft. She grabbed the ends of her own boobs with both hands, rolling and pinching the stiff pointed nipples between her fingers. She began to pull, yank, and jerk mercilessly at the ends of her tits, trying to rip them off her body as pain shot through her. She was delirious with lewd passion. Completely out of control she fucked the long prod and tore at her tormented breasts.
"Oh God, it's good, it's good," she cried, "I'm coming, coming. The best fuck. The very best fuck. Oh, Cannanore, fuck me, fuck me, oh, come too. Please come. I want it. I want it. One more time. Fuck me, Cannanore, come, come, come in me."
"No," he gasped with his last energy, trying stoutly to resist. "No, no I won't." The pain in his cock and balls was already unbearable. It throbbed throughout his body. He knew what a climax would do to him. Desperately he tried to resist. He fought against the pulsing swell of jism that already filled his nuts and shaft.
"Let me help," unexpectedly broke in the fat general, overcome with delight at what he saw. Quickly grabbing a thin strip of leather he twisted it about the very base of the man's huge dong. With all his strength he pulled it tighter and tighter as it began to squeeze deep into the flesh of the already tortured penis.
"God don't," screamed Cannanore pathetically. "God don't. It's killing me. You're castrating me." But mercilessly the huge strong Ugandan pulled at the lash until the base of the long cock was no fatter than his little finger. He grit his teeth and sweat broke from his forehead as he strained harder at the cord.
"Oh it's good," screamed the pretty blond as she slammed up and down on the fat meat. "Oh it's fantastic. The best. The best."
Somehow she caught herself in mid-orgasm, stopped for a moment her wild thrashing. Her mouth still gasped wide but only gurgling noise came from deep in her throat. Muscles convulsing, nerves twitching she eased herself completely free of the engorged cock and looked down at it.
The general had pu lied the cord at the base so tight it was not the width of a cigarette. Filled with blood, puss and jism the organ had lengthened another two inches, but most of all it had thickened. Like a child's balloon it had swollen to the thickness of a huge salami except where the bloody cords still bound it tightly. It was grotesquely huge and inhumanly puffy. The tortured balls had grown to the size of a bull's.
Captain Cannanore lay quivering under his own cock. Hysterically he kept moaning. "I won't, I won't come. I won't." But his muscles were straining both in pain and oncoming orgasm. His hips arched uncontrollably upward in an irresistible fucking motion. Climax couldn't be stopped.
Christina stared shuddering down at the distorted prod. Swollen to fifteen inches in length and three times its normal width she had never seen such a huge organ. Moaning little girl sounds of ecstasy she spread her cunt lips wide with both hands and plunged herself mercilessly in one thrust down the full length of the distended prick.
"Oh God, yes, yes, yes!" she screamed full voice, her cunt impaled on the gigantic pecker. "Oh yes, yes, yes!" Her whole body burst into full abandoned orgasm. Her toes, hands, mouth and especially her cunt convulsed crazily in paroxysms of orgiastic joy. "Fuck me, Cannanore. Fuck me now!" she cried.
"Ahhhh, Lord," bellowed the man as suddenly his peter exploded with wild come spraying the insides of Christina's gorgeous cunt, flooding her with his sperm.He screamed and hollered in ecstatic pain as his distorted penis pulsed and errupted against her womb. There was no reality around him. Only the luscious lascivious gorgeous pain in his shooting near castrated cock had meaning. Only the hot tight warmth of Christina's grotto was alive.
The blond had locked her cunt tightly onto the erupting volcano and could not move up and down. But she twisted wildly around on it as the steaming lava filled and crushed her. Arms and legs flailed the air, jerking in uncontrollable orgasm. Her ecstatic screams filled the room. Her blue eyes rolled wildly in their sockets.
And Cannanore screamed too. Yelled out both torment and pleasure as he came again and again into her sopping cunt. The handsome couple jerked and screwed in abandonment as waves of scalding orgasm racked their bodies endlessly.
It was Christina who finally finished first. Exhausted and fulfilled she sat on top of him panting, slowly regaining consciousness. The huge dork was so fully implanted into her that it held her rigidly erect; she could not bend forward. So she sat there shuddering stoop shouldered on top of his inflamed cock, her legs, arms and breasts drooping helplessly from her glistening perfect body.
Cananore was only half-conscious as the last trickles of his jism finally spurted up into Christina's cunt. The pain had been too much for him. August took a damp rag and cooled his face to keep him from passing out.
The two beautiful lovers rested looking into the other's eyes. She won this time. The pain in his prick and scrotum had not ceased and the mercenary refused to think of what his abused cock must look like.
At last the beautiful blond tried to pull herself off. It was a struggle. Her normally small cunt hole had locked securely over the distorted small base of his cock and even greased by a copious amount of both their comes she had to twist and strain to finally get her stretched quim over the gigantic prod.
The four of them stared at last at the unwholesome prick. Though spent it was still fat because of the tight band the general had forced around its base. It was just as August's had looked but larger. It seemed like a long piece of tightly trussed red liver. The captain blinked wordlessly as he gazed at his tortured cock, numb from pain and almost in shock.
"You said you want to take it home with you as a trophy little white one?" said the general as his fingers grasped and squeezed the thick pole. "I think we can arrange that."
"But I'm afraid it'll shrivel up by then," said Christina studiously, still staring with admiration at the elongated sausage.
"What are you talking about," croaked the captain hoarsely. "You can't cut it off."
"Yes, I think we can," retorted the general with professional disinterest. Quickly he hurried to a cabinet and withdrew some thread and a needle with which he began to sew into Cannanore's prick at its base just above where he had applied the tight cord. Expertly he tied the blood supply into the swollen member as if he had done it many times before.
"Christina you can't," rasped Cannanore in horror, "you can't be this cruel."
"You taught me how lover," responded Christina coldly.
"But what will become of me?" groaned the helpless mercenary. For the first time he was wholly at another's mercy and was pleading like a child.
"You will become my personal eunuch and servant," answered the general, deftly finishing the job with a smile. He took a long pair of sharp shears and handed them to Christina. "Would you care to do the honors?"
"Gladly," grinned the pretty twenty year old, beginning to nibble at the soft flesh with their sharp points. She began to cut between the officer's sewings and the severe tourniquet.
"Please," begged the captain, "please don't Christina." The only thing that had ever meant anything to Cannanore had been his masculinity. He proved it in two ways: his ability to fuck and his freedom as a soldier to kill and maim. The vicious but frightened mercenary stared in shock as with her scissors Christina helped deprive him of one just as the general planned to rob him of the other.
At last it was done in spite of the pleas and screams of their helpless victim. Proudly Christina held the long tool in her hands, examining it closely. Cannanore stared in openmouthed horror at his severed penis. The general produced a quart jar of formaldehyde and obligingly the beautiful blond dropped it inside with a splash.
"That should preserve it until you get back to Kenya," said the general with a grin, screwing the cap on the jar tightly. Then immediately he began to sew up the quivering captain so he would not bleed to death.
Captain Cannanore continued to stare agape between his muscular legs. His huge hairy balls still hung there as always, but there was nothing else. Outside he heard the jeep cough and then roar into life.
Handcuffed the general rode in the passenger seat with August behind him, an armed pistol pointed at his back. He would not be released until they were in friendly hands. Christina drove. Behind them they suddenly heard the air filled with horrified shrieks and hysterical cries as Captain Cannanore emerged from his shock and realized fully what had happened. Firmly encased in the glass jar laying on the floor beneath Christina's legs his thirteen inch plus cock road safely.
"By the way," the beautiful blond called over her shoulder to her brother, "I'm pregnant."
"I wonder what colour it'll be," the boy laughed merrily. They were both in a joyous mood, happy to be safe and free at last.
"Probably black," smiled the girl. "More important. I wonder what size cock it'll have."
"You'll never be satisfied with anything less again will you, sis?" mused the eighteen year old with a smile.
"Oh I'll always be satisfied with a good fucking," the girl shouted over the roar of the engine. "You can have me any time you want, dearest. But you are right, August. I've got to find me another stallion sized prick like this one."
"Chances are one in a million," kidded her brother goodnaturedly.
"Hmmm," calculated Christina aloud. "The population of the United States is about two hundred million, one half of whom are men. At one in a million that leaves one hundred men I want.
"There are one hundred of them out there, August," she yelled back at him, "and I'm going to find them." With determination she shoved her foot down on the gas and the jeep shot forward toward home, freedom and ecstasy.