Chapter 2
August was beginning to think he had bitten off more than he could chew. Opening up his sister's cunt had been worse than a Pandora's box. She was insatiable now. He could neither shit nor shower now shave without suddenly feeling her arms around him and her hands stroking his dangling tool.
Even that first night after the natives had left she wouldn't let him go. She made him keep his softened little worm in her puffy quim, learning to squeeze and massage it with her newly discovered cunt muscles until it was firm and hard. Now just once but three more times he had to screw her furiously as she went through series of wild thrashing orgasms.
And even when they went to bed that night she wouldn't quit. Naked she climbed onto the cot with him, reversed positions and lay her head on his firm thigh to use as a pillow. Her hands caressed and stroked the dormant prod, lovingly squeezed the hairy balls. Her puckered lips kissed up and down the length of the shaft and on its very pink tip.
"French kiss it," he suggested sleepily.
"What do you mean?" Her voice was small and childish.
"I mean take it in your mouth and tongue it. Like we did when we kissed."
"Oh, I couldn't do that," she said, blushing furiously. August didn't insist. He was too tired. And strangely she never did suck him off though she loved bussing and petting the lovely wand.
Christina had found all the excitement and wonder she had hoped for in Africa, but it had nothing to do with the country itself. Her whole world centered around a six inch piece of round hard pink human flesh that she worshipped daily. Only vaguely was she aware of the exquisite and adventurous countryside they passed through. She had found her own source of new experiences between her legs.
At every opportunity she got him off into the tall grass alone and pulled his pants down. And she found sleeping at nights to be a waste of good fucking time. She couldn't get enough and unknown to her August was exasperated.
Not that the boy wasn't up to screwing endlessly day and night but there were other piece of tail in camp besides his sister's. And August like variety. Especially there was that petite little Mary Dorset. At nineteen, the tiny teenager looked fourteen and the very sassy way she displayed her almost underdeveloped body fascinated him. She looked like a wanton sexy little Irish pixie.
And she gave him every opportunity to see her small breasts with their plump jutting purple nipples. In fact, she had soon made it plain he could lay her anytime he pleased. But there was never a time because he was always occupied by Christina.
So quickly he developed a plan and one morning August, his sister and two other couples headed out of camp early carrying a lunch with them. They were breaking the safari's rules by going so far away, but August needed privacy. One of the other girls was Mary Dorset and her supposed date was a guy who'd been hankering after Christina's tail since the beginning.
As far as Christina knew, the three couples were all just going to pair off into the tall grass and spend a pleasant day screwing. But actually once they were far enough from camp not to be heard or caught August was going to help hold Christina down while Mary's date screwed her. Then once his sister was under the control of her new lover he'd have Mary Dorset to himself. The other couple were already fucking regularly and had just come along to watch the fun.
Though Christina was wanton and aggressive now when it came to her brother's dick she was still pure and virginal at heart. The thought of having another man in her appalled her and she excused her preoccupation with August's cock as due to all consuming irresistible love.
So it was not unexpected that Christina put up a fight. August and the other boy grabbed her by the shoulders and unceremoniously pulled her down a small path in the underbrush, leaving the other three by the stream. Not until they had laid rude hands on her did she suspect anything. Anxiously she kept asking them what was wrong as they tugged and pushed her along, at last coming to a suitable spot for screwing.
Then when the two in unison started stripping off her clothes she began to scream for help and to struggle to escape. Both efforts were futile. Between them the two strong boys were able to handle her easily and they were too far from camp for cries to be heard.
"Please, please, August. I don't want anyone but you," she begged as her brother helped wrestle her to the ground. "Don't please, August, I love you. Don't betray me. I love you," she moaned, looking pathetically up into his eyes as his strong arms kept her shoulders pinned down firmly. "Don't betray me."
But there was no question of betrayal in August's mind. He liked her as much as he always had. It was just that he knew recent virgins often became obsessed with the cock that first plowed them. Not until they'd had one or two different juicy prods inside did they lose their first unnatural fascination and put things in proper perspective. He was actually doing both Christina and himself a favor.
So when the other boy finally got his pecker into the beautiful blonde with a satisfied grunt, leaning forward to pin her under his weight, August left them with a feeling of accomplishment. Behind him he hoard the boy's rutting moans as he massaged Christina's huge jutting jugs and felt the exquisite heat of her extraordinarily fine inner pussy. The girl was still sobbing and pleading pitiably of course, but that would pass after she'd been raped a couple of times.
August's cock was already hard and pressing uncomfortably against his pants. He couldn't wait to get his rocks off in that elfish looking little Mary Dorset. With a grin he dashed out of the weeds and onto the stream bank where he had left them, but in awe he suddenly stopped still. Surrounding his friends were a half-dozen black natives.
It was obvious they were not from the safari. The leader was dressed in a full summer military uniform complete with leather belt and holstered revolver. Three more wore only khaki shorts, but they were of military cut and they carried rifles. The last two were dressed in animal skin aprons that covered only their genitals and held crude short spears still seen in the backwoods. Quietly August stepped into a growth of tall grass where he could both hide and listen.
"So I consider you three my prisoners. You are under arrest for invading my province," stated the tall man in full uniform. His English was halting and with a peculiarly thick accent.
"You're of no regular army I know of," broke in the one young man who August had left behind. The two girls huddled beside him in obvious fear. "You are not of any political group we recognize."
"We are what you would call guerillas. But actually I am a chief. Two hundred years ago my fathers ruled as chiefs over many miles of this land and over all its people, until you white men altered things. I do not wish to overthrow the entire government of Kenya. I do not fight for another state in order to annex these lands to their's. I fight for my own rights and to be once again chief over my territory."
"You're nothing but a bandit chieftain. These lands do not belong to you," said the youth bravely. "And these people obey the laws of Kenya."
"These people obey me," said the leader smugly. "You do not understand the depth of my power. I do not have many subjects but they obey me absolutely. I shall demonstrate."
Suddenly from the grass behind August came a crashing and rustling. Another man with a rifle and khaki shorts emerged from the path August had just left. Behind him there were two spearbearers and between them were Christina and her lover. Still naked they passed only a few feet from where the boy hid. At least he noticed with some satisfaction that there was a trickle of jism running down his sister's leg. The other boy had come before they were discovered.
"Two more captives. You must be the one who's screams brought us here. Good," said the leader perfunctorily as the nude couple joined the others. "This young man just challenged my power over my own people. I was just going to demonstrate. Bhantyatu," he commanded, looking at one of the spearbearers. The man stepped forward.
"Bhantyatu, drop your cloth," he said, pointing to the animal skin that covered his prick. Suddenly the native began to tremble in obvious fear but he did not hesitate to do as he was ordered. Naked he stood in front of them.
"Now bend over so that our prisoners may see your asshole. Good. Now take your spear and jam it up your rectum. And do not scream, ever."
Bhantyatu's hands were shaking so that he could hardly grasp his own spear. Yet the thought of disobeying his leader was worse to him than his own painful death. He hesitated but for a moment and then with determination jabbed the broad steel point into his anus. The black man staggered forward, struggling to keep his balance. Blood gushed from his rectum. "Uh, huuu," he groaned in pain through grit teeth, trying not to scream. For a few minutes he stumbled about in obvious agony. Sweat poured from his face.
"Now jab it all the way through your bowels Bhantyatu and into your lungs."
Shaking the native reached behind him, grasping the spear as far down the shaft as he could manage. Steeling himself against the pain and mustering all his strength he drove the pole upward.
"Ah, ahh, uhhh," he groaned through clienched teeth, staggering forward and then falling onto his arms and knees. The thick spear jutted erect from his asshole. Casually the leader stepped over and began to twist the staff of the weapon aimlessly, causing the dying man untold agony.
"But, but you have no such power over us," contested the boy again in a shaken voice, his face ashen. "The Kenya government will not allow you to harm us."
"Over my own people I have moral power. Over you I have physical power. I can do with you as I please." He paused for a moment and smiled sadistically. "You," he said at last, pointing to the sickened and shaking little Mary Dorset, "take off your clothes."
"No," she mumbled indecisively, not knowing how to resist.
"I need not repeat my demands. See how sharp our spears are." Taking one of the lances from a spearbearer he placed the tip against the little girl's throat just above her blouse. With firm but calculated pressure he traced the point down between her breasts, obliquely across her stomach and down again along her thigh until it reached the bottom of her walking shorts. The material had been perfectly severed. Blouse, bra, shorts and panties fell open, hanging loosely from her shoulders and hips. Across her naked front there was a long red welt continuous over her chest, stomach and down her leg but there was no blood. Expertly he never cut the skin.
Hidden in the grass August seethed. But there was nothing he could do. Even if he had been armed with more than a hunting knife he was no match for these massed rifles and spears. Better to wait and see if he could help later.
The commander walked over and pulled the severed clothes off Mary Dorset until she was wholly naked. Pursing his lips he stepped back to gaze at her thoughtfully.
"Do your people consider you attractive?" he said at last.
"They ... the boys consider me sexy," she answered truthfully.
His eyes traveled over her body. Though her pussy bush was black and curly it was very tiny, not beginning to cover her little delta. The cunt lips were puckered and thin about a very tight slit. Her breasts were at best the size of a halved peach but pleasantly tipped with protruding large purple nipples. She would have looked like a pre-pubescent child if her legs had not been so shapely, leading up to a broad firm plump bottom, a narrow waist and broad shoulders. Despite her underdevelopment she was a lovely full grown woman.
"Your body belies your age," he mused. "You look like a child who forgot to grow up. I assume of course you're not a virgin."
"Of course," she responded demurely.
"Then since it is necessary that I satisfy myself by proving to the satisfaction of your friend that I do have power over all of you, then perhaps I can satisfy you also. Come over here."
Taking the short spear with which he had rended her clothing he forcefully shoved the shaft into the mud at the creek bank. The sharp tip rose perpendicularly from the ground.
"Now bend backwards over this spear."
"I ... I cannot sir. I'd never make it," she stuttered, staring at the deadly point in awe. "I'd slip."
"Then we shall help you." Making sure her feet were firmly planted, the chieftain and a soldier grasped her by the shoulders and bent her backwards until she arched over the spear and her hands rested and supported her securely in the mud. The leader carefully adjusted the tip so that it barely pricked her back. A slight trace of blood ran down the blade.
If Mary had not been so slender, lithe and strong she would never have been able to hold the awkward backward arch over the weapon. As it was her legs and arms trembled visibly from fear. One slip and she would impale herself on the deadly weapon. Stiffly she held her body in position.
"Fortunately I have with me our tribe's own version of what you people call a French tickler." One of the khaki panted men handed him a knapsack and from it he extracted a thick stubby piece of wood. The leader moved around so that Mary could see it.
"This is very much like bamboo or other reeds that grow in other countries," he carefully explained, holding up the instrument. It was about a three inch thick hollow shoot cut six inches long. "The difference is that it is much more splintery and brittle than most." He brushed the pole lightly across one of the brunette's breasts as she gave out a small squeal of pain. Two splinters had easily dislodged themselves and buried in her tit.
"In the center," he continued, "is thick cloth to comfort a man's cock and to protect it from splinters itself. "An interesting dildo."
"Please," she whimpered helplessly, "if you fuck me with that thing the wood will tear me to pieces. You'll ruin my cunny." Tears of despair began to fill the young girl's eyes.
Without comment the leader walked about to position himself between her legs. Casually he pulled down his trousers and fitted the reed dildo comfortably over his aroused cock. Mary felt the splintery prick press against her gaping pussy. But she could not move to protest. One slip and she would stab herself on the deadly spear. Breathlessly she waited.
Carefully his fingers spread the girl's thin cunt lips wide. Gently at first he introduced the armed pecker through her tight hole and into her cave. Too thick for her to begin with she let out small moans and groans as thin splinters broke off and dug into her tender flesh. Consciously she tried to relax her cunt muscles to accommodate the dangerous prod. And finally she sensed it was in full length, with relatively little damage to her quim.
Trembling, she waited. From her position she could not see her crotch or know what was coming next. The whole world was upside down to her and she was dizzy and nauseous. Courageously she held on, remembering the sharp steel against her back. She felt his hands resting lightly on her hips.
She involuntarily clenched her cunt muscles as she felt the abnormally fat dong being pulled back. There was no danger of splinters in that direction. She knew what was coming next. She tried to prepare herself but it was useless.
Madly the pole careened full force into her cunny. Splinters ripped off and tore into her moist flesh, slashing away big hunks or stabbing deep in her body. Mary screamed as the pain from her twat jumped throughout her body. Her fingers groveled in the mud. Yet somehow she kept her balance, avoided the fatal spear.
Again the hollow reed slammed home and the leader began a solid, quick fucking rhythm into her. The child screamed in pain as well as horror at what was happening to her. Blood began to gush from her torn pussy as the sharp little stakes ripped mercilessly into the tight opening. The length of her narrow gash was sliced, bleeding, lined with broken pieces of wood.
"God, oh stop please," she yelled as her snatch throbbed with increasing pain. "Please stop, oh it hurts. Oh, oh, oh stop. I'll do anything, please stop."
Her friends stared in horror as her slender white body arched precariously over the deadly staff. With each gigantic shove her fragile frame trembled in agony. Their ears were filled with her terrified pathetic screams. Yet they could do nothing. And strong arms held the two men back from attempting rescue.
Eagerly the man continued to pump the fat cane into her, feeling her twat try to twist and turn to avoid him. But she kept her footing and he continued to pound the painful dildo in and out of her sensitive quim. Her agonized screams gave him pleasure, her pleas made his cock hard and thicker. Her body was trembling under his fingertips.
Shoving his crotch next to her he began to screw in a deliberate rotation, filling her cave walls with the sharp stakes. The little girl moaned pathetically as strips of bark from the pile embedded themselves in her tender flesh.
The blood rushed to Mary's head and she was in danger of passing out. The pain shot through her body, making her taut muscles cramp spastically.
Unconsciously Christina's hand moved to her own crotch as she watched. In spite of Mary Dorset's obvious agony and fearful cries the sight of the fat stubby prod pounding into her cunt was exciting. The slender girl's body trembled and quivered with each gigantic thrust. Without thinking Christina began to tweak and jerk her tiny little clitoris excitedly as moisture spread throughout her twat.
Again Mary's tormentor shoved the tool back and forth and she screamed in agony. Yet in spite of herself the naturally passionate girl automatically tried to arch her hips back to welcome his cruel thrusts. Her throbbing cunt felt swollen twice its size and the fat tool could barely satisfy her burning hole. The girl's tingling seared twat had never felt so alive before. It throbbed with awareness. As best she could now she began to screw and thrust herself at the oncoming dick. Only something as big and sharp as that cruel dildo could fill this new rapidly growing need.
"Oh, oh, ohhhh," she moaned, beginning to identify this pain with pleasure. "Oh fuck me, fuck me," Mary began to chant rhythmically to his repeated jabs. In fascinated bewilderment her friends watched her unnaturally arched body begin to twist and roll with the mercilessly pumping dick. "Fuck me, oh fuck me," they heard her cry.
Excitedly the leader increased his pace, stimulated by her awakening response. He noted with gratification the swollen stiff condition of her nipples, jutting a full inch now from her flat breasts. Heatedly he ground and jerked his cock into her.
"Fuck me, fuck me. Fuck me," she gurgled lewdly, twisting her twat in rhythm to his thrusts. "Fuck me. Fuck me ... oh yes, oh yes, yes, yes. I'm coming. I'm coming, oh yes. Now, now, now! Shoot it in me. Fuck me. Shoot it in me. Now! Now!"
Stimulated beyond endurance the strong black exploded inside her cunt. Streams of jism mixed with the already copious blood and gushed out her thin hole covering his balls and thighs. And still she stretched and strained for more.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," she cried, the upside down world spinning dizzily about her. The bodies pounded noisily together, the leader's balls slapping her firm young bottom with each gigantic thrust. But even the copious fluid oozing from her quim could not divert the hard splinters. With each cry of joy there was a squeal of pain.
Eagerly the bandit chief plowed into her, holding her hips firmly as he twisted and turned his screwing cock. She was trembling with overpowering ecstasy.
Neither the blood trickling from her torn gash or the deadly spear in her back mattered. She needed that fat pole in her. Yet suddenly her rapist pulled it out. The bamboo dildo had almost disintegrated inside her.
"More, more," cried the underdeveloped girl desperately, her slender body trembling with unsatisfied lust. Her splinter filled cunt was quavering, sucking at the air, begging to be filled. She was in mid-orgasm and only a merciless churning come would satisfy her.
One of the soldiers handed the chieftain another dildo and quickly he put it on. Instantly he was again at the girl's crack, crushing it into her. She shrieked as more wood buried itself inside her but the pulsing in her cunt did not slacken. She cried and moaned in mixed exaltation and agony.
"Fuck me, keep fucking. Oh don't stop," she cried desperately, somehow still able to keep her balance over the threatening spear. Once again the chieftain's prod rose and began to shoot wads of jism into her. It began to run in a stream from her arched spread cunt straight to the ground. It flooded up over her tiny thick bush and she could feel it oil her thighs and hips. Thick slivers of reed were now deeply imbedded up and down her pulsing gash, into her clit itself and pierced the fattened pussy lips. Rows of them lined her inner cunt walls. Yet they all excited her, drove her on to want more and more.
And her captor gave her more, his balls pumping every last drop of come into her until finally exhausted he pulled himself out and stepped back. The second wood cock on his prick was almost entirely gone, its sharp shafts left in Mary's body. And yet still she heaved and twisted her ass, begging for more. Her stomach and breasts rose and fell fitfully as she gasped for air. The muscles in her arms and legs continued to knot until at last her orgasm came to a halt. With a groan she stopped her writhing hips. Suddenly her limbs felt weak and trembly. Only with great effort could she keep herself still arched above the deadly stake.
"Very good for such a little girl," praised the chieftain with satisfaction. From the knapsack he took out a jar of oil and began to rub her body with it, from ankles up her legs to her cunt. Carefully he massaged a large quantity into her pussy and especially her little black bush.
"What is it?" she asked anxiously as she felt him begin to cover her stomach and breasts with the glossy liquid.
"It is an oil we use for burning, very much as you sometimes use kerosine. Yet in contrast it burns very slow," he answered matter-of-factly. Meticulously he worked it over her face and into her ears. He exhausted the contents of the jar by saturating her dark hair.
"What are you going to do?" she asked in rising fear.
"Set fire to it of course." Before she could protest he struck a match and lit the small rose bush. Immediately it burst into falme.
"Oh please, don't. Please," she moaned in terror. "Please someone help me. Don't let him burn me alive."
But held back by the natives there was nothing her friends could do. In horrified awe they stared at the smoky fire that rose steadily from her cunt bush and had now spread to her cunt. The stench was sickening.
They tried to blot out the small girl's terrified screams, but they could not keep their eyes off the conflagration. It was slow burning as the leader had said and it took several minutes for it to work down from her twat to her ass hole and then cover up her hips. Yet at last her whole pelvis was a smoky bonfire. Only gradually did the shallow blue flame work up her stomach and down her legs.
"Oh God someone help me," the chiild cried pathetically. "Someone please. The pain. He's roasting me alive." Yet she retained her precarious position, knowing that one slip with hand or foot would splunge her down onto the dealy spear.
When the light covering of flames reached her small tits the chieftain stepped behind her, grabbed her shoulders and lifted her up away from the steel point. But as soon as she was erect the more vicious flames around her well-soaked cunt soared up along her body. Immediately her abundant black hair exploded into fire, the flames licking up two feet above her scalp.
"Oh please help me," she cried piteously, "help me." Legs stiff she began to stagger about, her cunt a roaring inferno. Over the rest of her body the thin layer of oil continued to burn blue. She stumbled toward her friends still pleading. "Help me. Please someone help me." They could see her face clearly, a smoldering mask of agony, fear and terror. Involuntarily they shrunk back from the horrible sight.
Then suddenly her whole body burst into furious flames that reached three and four feet high. The flames were so thick all over that her friends couldn't see an inch of her flesh. She was a walking torch with two appended sticks of fire that had been her arms. She collapsed in a heap a few feet in front of them, a burning bundle of flesh. They watched the conflagration in stunned horror, at last concluding she was dead when once again her pathetic voice rose hollowly somewhere from inside the inferno.
"My friends, where are you? Someone help me. Please someone help me. Please. Mommy. Mommy," she moaned in a fading voice.
Then in a final delirium her voice rose to full force once again, as bright and sweet as it had ever been. "Oh God, coming again. I'm coming. Mommy, daddy. I'm coming," they distinctly heard her cry over the crackling fire of her own flesh. "I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming," she repeated over and over as her voice grew faint again until at last she collapsed silently upon her side.
For another fifteen minutes they watched the fire continue until it burned out on its own. There was nothing left to burn. The pretty elfish girl was a mass of charred flesh and bone. No way could they identify that lifeless body as their friend Mary Dorset.