Chapter 3
Captain Cannanore lay in the large bed, stretching his tall slender frame languidly. The two young white girls lay at his crotch, together licking their pretty pink tongues up and down the length of his abnormally large cock. He was justifiably proud of his big pole. It was over thirteen inches long and there was no boast in it. He would willingly prove it to anyone who asked.
Like himself, it was coal blue-black and hard. He delighted in the contrast of his black flesh with the rosy clear complexion of the two young white prostitutes. And he liked the sense of dominance he had over the small girls with his six foot three inch frame and extraordinarily muscular development.
In the corner huddled the little Chinese girl, trembling in fear as she watched what was happening. Though all of twelve years old, she was slight of figure and not over four and a half feet tall. He would enjoy her very much.
He had rudely stripped her naked when she had been brought into the room. In fright she tried to hide in the corner, covering her exposed pussy and small breasts modestly with her arms and hands. She was obviously a girl of good family and breeding. Captain Cannanore had no idea how or where they had kidnapped her.
Her beautiful large brown almond eyes were filled with tears which trickled down her pretty childish cheeks. Yet she did not sob aloud or make any noise. Her terror was obvious in the goosebumps that covered her lovely naked flesh and in her violent shaking. It was obvious she had never seen men and women naked together before, well alone fucking or sucking cock. And of course she had been sold to him with the guarantee that she was a virgin.
The name Cannanore was a wow de guerre taken, he claimed, from the place of his origin. Like most things with him, that too was a lie. The title of captain however had been earned and bestowed upon him after many years fighting as a guerilla mercenary. He fought like a man who did not and never would have anything to lose. Loved by no one, he was known and respected throughout Africa and Asia.
Born thirty-eight years ago in pure black Philadelphia, his mother had called him Charles Joseph Robinson. Twenty-two years ago the police had sought him with a justified warrant. He was accused of the multiple rape and murder of two young white ladies. Since he was black, poor and guilty he saw no reason to wait around for the trial. Somehow he had made his escape good through Canada and then on to Alexandria, Egypt. He had fallen immediately in love with that ultra-debauched and corrupt city, ever afterwards making it his permanent home.
He looked down at the two pretty white girls, one now working with luscious lips on the fat knob and the other sucking his balls. The one with the smaller breasts was working hard, industriously loving up his long spear. But the girl with huge jugs was languid and indolent. In punishment he reached out and grabbed one of the sagging tits hard. Mercilessly he dug his fingernails into the creamy cone and began to twist it until she was screaming in pain. He would not have minded if he had literally torn it from her body.
Squealing like a pig she fell to the floor, her hands on his wrists trying to loose his grip. But without pity he continued to twist, jerk and stretch the vulnerable flesh until the blood vessels began to break. Unperturbed the other girl continued to eat his joint with relish.
At last he let go, her huge melon bruised and swollen. He pointed to a chair where she was to wait until he wanted her again. She would not leave. He had paid well for her body.
In fact he had spent almost all his money on the whorehouse that evening. The two girls and the room had cost him twenty-five dollars for the night. He had purchased the pretty undersized Chinese adolescent for eighty. That left him five bucks in his pocket.
Yet he had no worry. He had received a commission by telegram that morning. He was to gather five men and convene at the airport early the next day. All equipment would be supplied and waiting. The object was a secret rescue mission into Kenya. Six visiting American youths had apparently been captured by a hostile native trive. One of them had already been found dead.
Neither the United States nor Kenya wanted any publicity on the incident or to take official notice. One of Kenya's best assets was the English speaking tourist trade. The most popular country in Africa for visitors, it could not afford to have them scared off. And the United States, always in a precarious position with the African states, did not wish its intricate foreign policy distressed by irresponsible citizens demanding retribution.
Captain Cannanore did not know where the money for the expedition was coming from, but he knew it was good and plentiful. If they did not succeed, their perdiem was substantial. If they did, a generous bonus waited that would keep them in luxury for months.
It had taken him no time to arrange for the five cohorts he wanted and afterwards he had gone to his favorite whorehouse. Cannanore had only two passions in life: killing and fucking. Knowing that with each mission he might not return he indulged himself extravagantly beforehand with the prettiest women he could find, especially young white girls. And in Alexandria anything was available at a reasonable price.
He felt the juices began to surge deep in his cock and settled back for his first come of the evening. The tall black relaxed his lean body and let the small busted blond do the work, bringing him all the way.
"Don't drink it. Let it flow out of your mouth so the little chink can see it," he instructed her just before he climaxed. Cannanore kept his eyes on the fragile yellow beauty, still covering her cunt and breasts with her hands. The large tool began to explode in the woman's luscious mouth and thick streams of frothy white jism flooded down his dork. The child's big eyes widened with horrified astonishment. She could not keep her large brown eyes off of it as rivers of the stuff boiled out between the ruby lips and poured down the huge prod, flooding over black pubic hair and balls.
The Chinese child was shaking visibly. She had not been told why she was there, but she had guessed. And as she stared openmouthed, the volcano continued to explode, its bubbly white lava beginning to stream over his coal black thighs and soaking the sheets beneath him. It was a long endless orgasm and Cannanore smiled with double satisfaction as he watched the tiny twelve-year-old's growing alarm and horror.
Almost at an end, the pretty whore sucked for the last few drops and then let the expended dick escape from her lips with a loud pop. The limp still long prick fell over his enormous balls and curved downward. Cannanore kept his eyes on the panicking child.
From the corner she looked at him and turned away. A furtive glance told her that he was still staring at her. She did not want him to catch her eye.
"Come here," he ordered in a commanding baritone voice. There could be no question who he meant, but the huddling girl tried to ignore him.
"Fetch her," he instructed the two white whores. Without comment they did as they were told, lifting her up off the floor as she struggled and kicked futilely at them. From beside the bed the big black took a short whip with which he had remembered to provide himself. In a moment the four and a half foot little yellow skin stood trembling before him.
"Lick it up," he commanded the child, glancing down significantly at his come soaked crotch. From the look in her big brown tearful eyes he knew she had understood what he meant. He repeated the order and lifted the whip, striking her cruelly across her plump, very firm bottom. Another lash struck her thigh and then one across her back as she twisted away from him.
She did not try to protect herself from the leather but still pressed her hands over her quim and tits. Two more strokes across either arm and she instinctively withdrew her protective cover. Lasciviously he studied her little hemispherical breasts, tipped by tiny brown puckered nipples. The hair on her cunt was dark but sparse and he could clearly see the long womanly slit formed by her pretty slender pussy lips. Then with six more strong unrestrained strokes of the whip he drove her shaking to the floor.
"Please, sir," she whispered in broken English, looking up at him with her exquisitely beautiful large warm brown eyes. "Please sir. My parents will pay much if you return me unharmed. Sir, my father, he very rich. They pay well."
"And I already paid well for you," he responded with an exagerated smirk. "Now get up and lick it up. Or I'll beat you until you do." Trembling and weak-kneed she got to her feet.
"Please, sir. What you want me to do?" she asked in a high-pitched childish voice.
"Lick up all that frothy white stuff before it gets stale. I'll let you drink some fresh later."
Timidly, obviously with great exertion, she forced herself to bend forward. Her exquisite little tongue darted out of her small pretty mouth and wiped up a smear of come from his thigh. Instinctively she had covered her twat and boobs again with arms and hands. He let her get away with it. He'd see plenty of them before the night was over.
Never had Cannanore seen a child so terrorized. Her whole body quaked visibly, her knees trembling uncontrollably. But it took two more strokes across her tender bottom before she sucked at the goo with industry. She had hesitated when he insisted she suck his hairy balls but she did so before he could again raise the lash. Still standing, she had to stoop awkwardly to get them in her small perfectly formed mouth. He chuckled at how she continued to modestly hide her cunt and tits from his view.
The two white whores sat close by, smoking and watching intently. The big boobed one was about twenty, the oldest and more professional of the two Unashamedly she seemed to be enjoying the show.
Finally the petite Chinese girl was licking up and down his long pecker. Her tongue was tiny and pretty pink, half the size of the other woman and absolutely delightful against his sensitive tool. As she lathed the cock slowly but steadily swung to an erection Gracefully it arched upward. By the time she had finished bathing it, the massive dong was fully aroused and waving proudly in the air.
Now for the first time he roused himself and had the child lie down in his place. The bed was constructed in anticipation of simultaneous occupation by many people and was extraordinarily large. The little twelve year-old barely occupied half its length.
Firmly he took one arm and removed it from over her petite but firm boobs. They did not flatten out but remained perfect little peach-sized hemispheres. The other arm he pulled away from her quivering cunt and laid it across the sheets. With both hands he grasped her knees, arched them upwards and spread her leg very wide apart. She was too scared to resist, but she did not help him either. She lay like a frightened rag doll on the huge mattress. The child was coated with perspiration and her small shimmering lemon yellow body was exciting to see against the cold white liner.
Cannanore climbed again on the bed and positioned himself meaningfully between her legs. His fingers stroked, grasped and pulled open her thin cunt lips and from her response he knew she had never been touched there before. Unceremoniously he slipped his finger into the newly revealed coral gash and diddled the fragile hymen. He managed to work his little finger under it and discovered her hole was smaller than any he had known before. Even after she had been opened up, it would be too tight for his extraordinary dick. He smiled with satisfaction. She was worth every penny of the eighty dollars.
The child had begun to blush furiously when she first felt his hands on her indecently spread cunt. Her eyes were tightly shut and her face turned away from him. Close to hysteria she breathed heavily but irregularly, trying to maintain her self-control.
Picking up a pillow he stuffed it under her head and forced her to open her eyes. "Now look down here at your twat," he commanded in an almost fatherly tone. When she again tried to turn her head away he brandished the whip threateningly. She did as she was told.
Cannanore moved himself up and crouched with his legs under her hips, his balls pressed against the petals of her quim. He took his randy cock and pressed it against her flat stomach. Thirteen inches plus of fat male meat it ran from the top of her slit over her belly button, past her waist and up toward her quivering boobs.
"See how long it is," he crooned to the horrified wide-eyed child. "A normal prick should only enter you this far," he said, tracing an arc across her tummy with his finger, "but mine is going to go twice the distance."
"Please sir," she began to murmur pathetically, "please don't put it all the way in. Please sir. Please. Sir, sir please," she continued to moan endlessly in broken English. Her voice was almost inaudible and what she said was more of a prayer than a plea. Cannanore smiled down on her beatifically but there was no mercy in his eyes.
She stared on as with exagerated care he pulled back until his gigantic knob fell along her virgin slit. He reached under her bottom, each firm round globe fitting perfectly into the palm of his broad hands. Slowly he raised her twat until the huge shaft was aimed perfectly at her unbelievably tiny hole.
"Please sir, please," she began to beg more loudly as his spear poised only an inch from her unspoiled virginity. "Please sir, I have never done anything to hurt anyone. I don't deserve this. I've always been loving towards my friends and even treated my brothers and sisters courteously. I always respect my elders and never ever disobey my parents. I have tried to be a good daughter."
"Have you never hurt anyone at all, child," he asked in his mellow sonorous baritone voice.
"Oh no sir, never. Never at all. I've tried to be good. I ... oh, oh, ow, owww, owww, oh my heaven. Oh, oh papa help me. Papa, papa. Ow, oh, ohhhh, ohh, oh, oh, ahhhh," she crescendoed at the top of her lungs as with one thrust the strong black sank his huge staff into her crack and shredded her hymen.
But the huge knob was not through the little hole yet. Holding her firmly by the ass he kept his own dork stiff while he pulled her toward him and rotated her twat slowly but steadily over the fantastic bulb. Her body thrashed in helpless agony back and forth across the bed, her arms flailing the air madly.
The whole building was filled by her screams. Couples down the hall smiled in lewd appreciation of the joys that must be going on behind that closed door.
"Oh sir, sir," she screamed, "please, sir. Sir. I'm a good girl. Sir please. Sir! Sir!" But Cannanore was in no hurry. Methodically he let the bloodied little hole twist and churn about the fat tip. He knew the best was yet to come. The thick red stream from her hymen was not the last to flow from that opening tonight.
At last he gave a violent shove. To the accompaniement of her terrified wails he watched the big apple stretch the taut pink flesh almost the full width of her crotch itself. He could feel the hot moistness of her grotto at its very tip, then finally the skin closed over the ruddy crown and the whole knob was enveloped in her beautiful warmth.
He rested like this for awhile until her thrashing subsided. The pain must have been excruciating, but at last she regained her control.
"Please sir," she whimpered weakly, looking up at him with glassy eyes. "Please, sir. I've been a good girl."
"It's only just begun, my little chink," he responded softly, reaching down to thumb her pretty brown nipples. "It's only just begun." Leaning forward onto her he placed his hands firmly about her shoulders to hold her in place.
"Please sir," he heard her say once more and methodically he began to piston his huge dong into her. From there on her screams were only incoherent agonized sounds of Chinese and English.
Vigorously he pumped in and out, holding the twelve-year-old in place under him. With each shove he plowed deeper and deeper into her grotto. He could tell from her screeches and her squirming body that she felt each inch as it entered her as unbearable intolerable pain.
Seven inches in and there was a new flow of blood, soaking the mattress. He knew he was tearing her apart. She began to squeal even louder as he increased his time, bringing it up to a good fucking rhythm. Oiled by her blood he drove the shaft in deeper and deeper until at last his balls slapped noisily against her cunt lips. Her four and a half foot body was fully impaled on his broad thirteen inch cock. He pulled himself up to look at her, still tightly embeded.
She was insane. Her eyes rolled deliriously. Froth bubbled from her mouth and trickled down her chin. The muscles in her cheeks twitched in spastic disorder. Her normally pale yellow skin was reddened in color. Her face was no longer even human.
And yet it was there as it always was. That uncontrollable pulsing throughout her body was centered around his prod. He had started it with his rhythm and irresistibly she had caught it up. The tattoo continued now without his thrusts. She was in complete inhuman orgasm.
triumphantly he cradled her in his arms and picked her up. They left the bed, Cannanore walking about the room with her pulsing cunt riveted to his joint. She was moaning and twisting madly. Letting go his support her body hung quivering helplessly from his crotch, nailed to him by his long prod. Her limp hands dragged the ground, her hair cascaded almost to the floor. Proudly he paraded about the room, her body protruding in front of him. Yet her hips continued to thrust, her muscles to pulse in tempo to an enearthly fucking motion.
"Oh pappa, mamma," she cried in mixed languages, "oh it's heaven. Heaven. Oh, oh he's ruined me. The pain. The pain. Oh, oh heaven, ah, oh. He fucked me, oh, oh he fucked me. Oh mamma it's good, it's good. The pain, oh the pain." She was delirious, still drooling at the mouth as her eyes rolled wildly. Her voice was thin, her words senseless and incoherent.
At last he grabbed her waist and began to shove her whole bloodied body up and down his cock until he staggered in the middle of the room and with a howl poured his boiling jism into her. She opened her mouth and screamed unintelligible syllables into the air when she felt his hot come flood her. It mixed with her blood and poured in a stream from her torn cunt, puddling on the floor.
The body was mindless and alive, divorced from her soul. The tiny slender frame shook, jerked, quivered and writhed madly out of control. The tiny boobs jiggled, stomach muscles convulsed and the tendons in her thighs kept pumping in ecstatic orgasmic rhythm. She cried and screamed mixed joy and horror as her whole body urged itself to fuck him harder, stronger, endlessly. Her own come mixed with his as it ran from her little yellow cunt until finished at last he pulled her off his prick and laid her on the bed to rest.
An hour later he flipped her over on her stomach and prepared to enter her ass hole. It had been necessary for him to take his knife and cut a deep slit between her cunt and anus in order to accommodate his huge prick. Other than for her screams of pain she made no protest. In fact she had trembled with anticipated orgasm the moment he touched her. He then did to her bowels what he had done to her fuck cave.
Throughout the night he alternated his insatiable cock between the whores and the tiny Chinese girl. Toward dawn he looked over toward the little twelve year old significantly. It was time to finish her. She sat leaning against the headboard, almost too weak from blood loss to move. He took hold of her and pulled her prone once more on the soiled sheets.
"Are you ready to suck my cock?" he asked unceremoniously.
"Yes sir," she answered meekly, "anything you want," There was still fear in her eyes when she looked up at him but there was something else also, a worshipful respect akin to love. He'd seen that look before.
Expertly he knelt over her, pushing the head against her lips. Without hesitation she opened them and sucked the fat sausage into her mouth. Cradling his hands behind her head be began to fuck into her face as he would have any cunt. When he had sunk six inches he paused to look at her neck. He could see the bulge of his huge knob already stretching her throat.
He kept it at that depth until he felt himself harden and strengthen, ready to come. Then with relentless force he began to shove it deeper and deeper down her throat. Her eyes opened wide and her nostrils flared. She could hardly breath. Nine, then ten inches he forced into her. Her neck was swollen twice its size by the fantastic dong.
She began to scratch and pull at him. She was suffocating. She had to let him know he was choking her. Yet steadily he worked more and more of the engorged spear into her until when he finally buried the thirteen inches securely down her throat the desperate quizzical expression in her eyes cleared. For the first time she realized he meant to kill her.
But the knowledge had a triggering effect. In defense she began to moan her protests and try to push him away with her frail arms. But her already excited cunt had exploded into action, wiggling and pulsing with anticipation. She could not help herself. Pain and pleasure had become confused and then blended in her imagination. Even in the face of death her body threw itself into one more frenzied orgasm.
Cannanore pulled back a few inches and then shoved full force down her pipe, instantly exploding jism. The come poured down her throat from the pulsing cock. She could not breathe. With her last bit of strength she tried to fight him off. But it was too late. By the time his long, copious climax finished her body had stiffened, her eyes glazed. She had suffocated. She was dead. Yet even then her cunt muscles continued to twitch in anticipated orgasm.
He pulled out of her with a loud gurgling, slurpy sound. Through the window he could see the pink tints of sunrise over the hazy city. It was the city he loved, where you could buy anything for a price and no questions asked.
Captain Cannanore picked up the child's body and handed it to one of the whores. She would know how to dispose of the corpse. He had to hurry to get a decent breakfast and then make the airport in time. In distant Kenya he had an errand of mercy to perform.