Chapter 4

"The first one we drug behind an ox and then hung him by the neck until he was almost dead. Then we cut his bowels out and Had them on the ground for him so see. He had the pleasure of watching himself slowly bleed to death. This is a very popular form of execution in England, you know?" said the khaki suited young chieftain merrily.

"So I understand. Or at least it used to be," commented the handsome tall bantu of an obscure northern tribe. He had arrived that morning as an official ambassador bearing the much coveted gift of an automatic rifle and ammunition. It was to help the little ruler in setting up his rightful terriroty within Kenya. The delighted leader was throwing this banquet in the ambassador's honor.

"Then the second one we fed in parts to a very hungry caged hyena," continued the aspiring chief happily, taking a little too much of the Scotch he had opened for the evening. "First his arms and then his legs. Then at last his genitals. Our tribal doctor is very good at binding up such woulds so that a man does not bleed to death.

"We next put his whole torso in the cage but by that time the animal was so well fed he simply went to sleep. The young man had to wait a whole day for the animal to wake up again hungry. But of course when he did the hyena attacked immediately and with no arms and legs to defend himself . ... Ha, ha, you should have heard his screams.

"And then yesterday the first girl...."

"Very interesting ideas," broke in the ambassador politely, hoping to save himself the pain of listening to another account of unimaginative petty cruelty. "But are there no survivors of the American's captured from the safari?" Carefully he sipped the imported Scotch. Alcohol was not one of Captain Cannanore's vices, especially when in disguise in enemy territory.

Dressed only in a leather apron he looked very much a distinguished traditional tribesman.

"Oh yes, one," smiled the host graciously, "and if you like you may have her tonight as part of the entertainment. She is exquisitely beautiful."

"I'll be delighted," coughed Cannanore softly as the cooking smoke grew thick. They were seated in a large but primitive round thatch hut without windows or ventilation. About a dozen other natives had joined them for dinner.

At a nod from the aspiring chief a young white girl was brought in. The ambassador-or rather Cannanore in disguise lifted his eyebrows. She was indeed beautiful. Though naked and frightened, Christina Anderson stood before them defiantly.

The cooking pots were quickly removed from the hot coals. Two natives took Christina by the feet and wrists and carried her until she was suspended over the dormant fire. They placed her hands at two brass rings suspended from the ceiling which she grasped tightly. Her ankles were slipped through two more rings. Thus she swung suspended parallel to the ground nearly three feet above the coals. Her plump bottom was directly over the embers. If she let go with her hands or allowed her feet to slip from the brass bracelets her buttocks would be roasted on the hot coals. Her legs were spread so that he cunt gaped lewd-ly open.

"The idea," explained the leader with a smile, "is to see if she can hold on while being screwed. To see if the threat of pain from the fire is worse than the pain of being fucked."

"Being fucked is hardly painful," commented the disguised mercenary dryly.

"It is if done with this," laughed the chief sardonically, pulling out a large pole obviously used as a penis extension. "With this a man's cock will be over a foot long and can be very agonizing."

Cannanore threw his head back and laughed loudly, almost impudently. His handsome black face was wreathed in smiles. "I need no such attachments," he pronounced proudly and threw aside his apron. There were whistles and guffaws of admiration as the crowd stared at his enormous tool.

"He certainly needs no help for that," complimented one of the guests and all including the chief agreed. With a smug smile Cannanore walked over between the girl's legs. She looked up at him with her brilliant blue eyes. He could see both fear and courage in them.

"Did you see the size of my cock?"

"Yes," she whispered.

"Hold on tight. I don't want you to burn yourself." Without ceremony he laid the knob of his prod between her cunt lips, letting it rest at the entrance to her love cave. Firmly he stretched his lean black fingers about her golden ass globes.

Christina let out not a whimper as she felt the prick first push into her grotto. She was more conscious of the intense heat less than a yard below her ass. With determination she grasped the hoops. Still she was conscious of the steady entrance of the unwanted dick, sensed it press against her uterus.

"It's only halfway in," whispered Cannanore, trying to prepare her. Believing she was the only survivor of the captured safari group he would be certain she lasted until he could get her to safety and collect his reward. But the pretty girl mistook his warning for kindness.

"Thank you," she muttered under her breath.

The mercenary paused. It was important not to damage her, but the waiting audience expected him to be brutal, to deliberately cause her misery. He could only hope she could hold on and not fall onto the live coals. With a deliberate shove he jabbed another two inches in.

"Ae, oh, oh, oh," cried the child as she felt her womb distorted by the brutal blow. Her body arched to escape the unwanted intrusion, swinging precariously from the four hoops. Cannanore hesitated, then began to shove more of the large dork inside. He knew it would hurt her, tear her innards but she would survive.

Others had. Unceremoniously he jabbed and thrust deeper and deeper working the huge prod into the tender coral flesh.

Christina twisted and writhed in agony above the fire as the fierce tool drove into her. She felt a hot trickle run out of her cunt and over her lips, knowing that it was blood and not come. Everything was tight and aching inside her cunny, compressed by the unnatural length of his tool. And still she felt more and more of it struggle into her. She was nauseous, feverish from the increasing pain. But bravely she hung onto the rings.

With a final hard lunge Cannanore drove himself to the balls inside her quim. She began to scream in misery and horror at what was happening to her. Sweat covered her face as she trembled in fear. But he was in to the hilt and still she hung on. The captain smiled with cruel admiration but he knew the screwing had only just begun.

Christina was panting deeply. "It's too big, it's too big," she kept mumbling over and over. She had a diffuse aching in her gut that told her that her insides had been shoved about and torn. The huge cock was the only clear reality and it felt like a hot branding iron in her cave. She was conscious of every inch of the straight steel-hard intrusion. "It's too big, too big," she continued to moan in pain, desperately holding on to the brass hoops.

Slowly, deliberately he withdrew the long dork. Christina began to breath again deeply and thankfully with the release of the inner pressure. Cannanore looked down at the length of his prod and saw it was covered with blood. He hoped it wasn't serious-at least not so serious that she'd die before they could get her to safety.

"Are you ready?" he whispered.

"If you have to," she answered, the strain obvious on her face.

"I do," he muttered and then swung his big dick deep back inside and then out, beginning an easy fucking tempo. Christina's body tensed and jerked, her arms strained to keep her straight and her muscles quivered from the exertion. Her pure creamy flesh seemed extra white to the Negroes as it quivered in mid-air illuminated by the soft oil lmaps.

Cannanore continued to pump into her, eagerly now as he felt the intense heat of her cunt wrap about his pole. She moaned and cried in pain as she swayed above the coals but he could detect her cunt honey begin to ooze from her body as he pounded violently into her.

Though hot bolts of fire shot through her stomach and crotch, through her chest and down her legs, Christina had quickly sensed the aliveness of her clit. As the unimaginably long prick rubbed over and over again on the sensitive little nub it hardened, stiffened, enlarged and sent pulses of ecstatic pleasure through her cunt that affected the rest of her body. Her pussy lips swelled and reddened. The hole to her grotto enlarged and geared itself to better take the huge dong inside.

There was rhythmic pain and release as Cannanore shoved in deep and then drew back. Bolts of fire shot through her, subsided, then saturated her again. The moist warmth in her quim however was growing steadily, expanding from her twat up and down her frame, increasing in intensity and developing a gnawing, itching, insatiable desire deep in her cunt itself.

She moaned alternately with hurt and delight. She was dizzy, confused. The room seemed to whirl about her and she in turn seemed to spin with increasing fury about the hard black cock that repeatedly impaled her. It was dangerous and painful, but she needed it. Christina had to have it, and more of it to fill that crescendoing need in her snatch.

"Oh fuck, fuck me, fuck me," she moaned for an instant, then cried out in pain as the heavy knob shoved and crushed her womb. Her pretty face flinched, her mouth twisted in mixed agony and joy. The party gathered close around to see the huge oily coal black prick piston between the gorgeous fattened big cunt lips and rip, tear and torture her inner cave. Her body pulsed with each thrust, cunt quivering in lewd ecstasy as she cried out in pain.

She was in obvious distress, every muscle straining to both withstand the murderous onslaught and to keep from dropping onto the live coals. Yet her cunt dripped its white honey, her little nub of a clitoris was hard, erect and dark as it sought out the fat prick with each thrust. Her fat pussy lips pulsed excitedly. The huge dollar size orange-brown nipples rose hard and rippled from her creamy flesh, their tips like sharp points of spears. And her jugs themselves had fattened and grown dark red as they flushed in rising anticipation.

Everything for Christina was a whirling kaleidoscopic brilliance that spun so fact it finally blended into a warm pulsing grayness. She knew the huge dong slammed into her again. Her ass arched to meet it, to kiss his balls with her cunt lips. All was a blur. Her breasts rose and quivered with the next hump, the steel pointed nipples arching proudly to the heavens. The blond beauty shimmered in ecstasy. The hard erect clit kissed, nursed, caressed the huge black shaft on its next plunge deep, deep endlessly deep into her grieving hot love cave. Christina began to shriek in hysterical ecstasy. There was no longer fact, reason, pain or joy but only the gyrating, spinning, whirling hot moist universe that was her cunt. The whole world had been engulfed in her aching twitching quim.

Then suddenly it slowed. The whirling became a mild rotation. About her the room seemed to revolve with irritating slowness. Everything turned about her as if the world now spun only upon its own inertia. All was in slow motion.

But she saw things clearly. Though everything happened in sepia shaded shadows nothing was lost to her consciousness. She saw the audience pirouetting about like slow graceful ballet dancers, huge ever mobile grins on their faces as they turned toward her cunt. Christina was aware of everything.

She stared at the huge black man fucking her, saw him pull his prod out to its furthest limit. She knew the feel of the base of his knob as it pressed, stretched but did not slip from the hole of her cunt. In beatific, fascination she watched his shoulders rise, his arms spread slightly as he prepared for the next long stroke. He took a deep, deep endlessly deep breath as he poised on the tip of his toes. Then his knees bent, his shoulders arched forward, his diaphragm tightened as his hips began to propel the fantastic dong once more into her waiting cunny.

With a new reality Christina watched it begin its long journey into her cunt. Down and down it drove, stretching her slit, distorting her pussy hole. And still it came, deep and further inside. She felt her muscles expand to accommodate and then tighten to caress the huge fat dick. The friction was intense, heat everywhere. Endlessly it seemed to plunge; there was no finish to it. Only halfway there she felt it begin to ruthlessly shove her uterus aside. And the pain was there, throbbing like a live small animal inside her. But it did not stop on its eternal thrust into her cunt. Watching the glistening fat dork travel inexorably into her Christina learned the meaning of infinity. That huge black shimmering rod had no beginning or end.

She sensed that she was falling. Her ankles had been thrown loose of the supporting hoops. Down she fell as she watched her legs slowly and gracefully twisting in the air. She could feel the heat of the coals on her butt increasing as she floated downward toward them. She trembled in expectation of the pain and ecstasy.

Then his hands pressed hard against her. His fingers wrapped about her hips where they joined her legs. He was supporting her, holding her up. She felt marvelously buoyant protected by his strong arms. Joyously she flung her ass upwards as still his cock descended deep and deeper into her cove.

Cannanore stared at the girl in astonishment as she writhed and jerked under him. His ears were filled with her mindless screams. He had just saved her from falling into the fire and still she was fucking at his prod with total abandon. She almost seemed to float on air above his broad supporting hands. There was no end to her rapture as he drew back and thrust again deep into her quim.

Everything was black, white and red for Christina. But only the important things were bright hot fiery painful red. His infinitely long cock was red as it diminished back and back into the region of his balls.

And the ring of her cunt hole and clit began to glow as the cock passed through them. In the depths of her cunt she could see her womb light up and a faint shimmering incandescence in her bowels. Christina could see right through her flesh and into her pussy where it was happening. Suddenly she was scared, frightened out of her wits. She began to scream hysterically, long arduous loud shrieks that tore into the universe, echoed through the African night, disrupted the hut and stung the ears of her audience.

Where is she? wondered Cannanore as he continued to plummet his prick into her. The girl's whole body was quivering under his fingertips. Her beautiful blue eyes had rolled back into her head and stared at him with the pure whites. More alarming her breasts and cunt lips had taken on a rapid syncopated rhythm with her nipples and clitoris. A rhythm far beyond his control, coming from the depths of original nature itself. Never had he seen such a fit of orgasm or intensity.

But Christina saw it all clearly. Suddenly she stopped her shrieking and began to babble like a child. She realized what it was. She was not seeing with her eyes but with her feelings. Her emotions were now her eyes to the universe.

She saw rather than felt Cannanore's red spear drawn back, stiffen and harden. She saw that he was on the verge of orgasm. Seductively she began to pulse her cunt lips in a barbaric tattoo that ran up and down his fantastic prick. Greedily her quim played with his swollen tool, drawing and sucking at it.

And she could virtually see the jism well up boiling in his balls and flood like hot orange lava down the duct of his cock. She watched as it streamed past the opening of her cunt and on towards the end of his shaft where it would explode into her. Endlessly it shot down the huge corridor until finally it spewed into the waiting quim.

She saw the orange come spray over her womb, saturate her walls and flood her cave. Her distorted and compressed organs that had been quivering in pain stretched and swayed with a new orgasmic rhythm as they were washed by the simmering flood. Christina felt herself open her lips, her tongue way back in her throat and she began to scream out her ecstasy.

"Coooming, oh cooming. Oh fuck meee, fuck meee, fuck meee," she shrieked hysterically. The blond's legs were wrapped tight behind the black man's back as she glued her twat against the erupting balls. Her white fingers were locked to the supporting brass hoops. Cannanore had trouble holding on to her hips as she twisted and turned her body in grotesque distortions between her shoulders and ass. Her butt heaved recklessly up and down as if on a bucking bronco, carrying his cock along with it.

"Fuck meee, fuck meee, oh fuck meeeee," she continued to wail deliriously. The experienced mercenary watched the child in awe as she went through the most frantic orgasm he'd ever seen. And his own juices continued to flow endlessly from his prod as she sucked and jerked at it with her cunt, begging for more. He too wondered if he would ever cease coming.

The audience watched openmouthed as the spectacle seemed to go on all night. There was no end to the flood the handsome ambassador was shooting into her. It flowed in a river now out of her cunt gate and down sizzling onto the live coals. The child seemed to find a never ending source of energy by which she recklessly tossed and threw her body arching high up into the air, her head higher than Cannanore himself and almost pulling herself off his pumping cock. Then down she swung, careening toward the ground until her hair brushed the hard packed floor. She was like a beautiful huge twisting white-blond snake throwing itself about in its death agonies.

But it had to end and exhausted at last Christina began to churn to a stop. Sensing she was totally without strength Cannanore quickly reached forward and grabbed her around the back, supporting her just as her trembling hands let go the rings. Her arms and head hung limply from her shoulders, long blond hair cascading to the floor. She lay in his arms as if in a swoon but all the while she kept crying out weakly, "fuck me, fuck me, don't stop fucking me. Fuck me, fuck me. Oh please fuck me."

After such a fantastic show the chieftains readily granted Cannanore the privilege of having Christina with him for the night. Immediately he carried the girl back to his small private guest hut. As soon as she had recovered enough to understand he explained he was a mercenary, that he and his men had come to rescue her.

"You've come to save me. Oh I love you. I love you," she crooned wrapping her arms and legs tightly about him, coiling them around him like a snake. She pressed her large breasts against him until they were crushed against his flat hard chest. The needle sharp points of her nipples bit into him like bee stings. Her wide open cunt brushed sensuously up and down his thigh.

"I love you, I love you," she moaned as she covered his face with small moist kisses. "Fuck me, fuck me, oh fuck me again. Please fuck me again."

"We must rest," he cautioned. "We'll try to make our escape early in the morning."

"No, I don't want to escape if you don't fuck me," she moaned pathetically. "I want you to fuck me all night long. You've got to, please. I love your prod, the way it hurts and loves me. I love you. I've never known anything as wonderful as your cock. Fuck me. Please fuck, fuck, fuck me."

Cannanore could not quiet her. He had no choice but to acquiesce. And once he started, in spite of her exhaustion, she would not let him stop. If he was spent and soft after a long terrific come she made him leave it in there massaging it with her cunt muscles until it was hard again. If he had to piss she made him do it right there inside her pussy, climaxing at the thin river of his urine. Never once from the time he first entered her until the break of dawn did his cock leave her cunt. And when he finally did pull out she whined pathetically.

"The herdsmen will be going into the fields in about an hour and that will be the perfect time to effect an escape," he explained quickly. "I've got to go get my men."

"Please, just one more fuck before you go," she begged, her face contorted with grief at the loss inside her quim.

"We don't have time," he said with exasperation to the insatiable girl. "Be ready to run in about an hour."

But they had less time than he supposed. The huts of the chieftain were arranged in a half-moon and around them in a complete circle was a large fence that served to keep the cattle in at night. As soon as Cannanore left his hut he heard the grind and hump of machinery. A jeep clanked through the now opened gate and ground to a halt in the center of the yard. Outside the kraal the mercenary saw a dusty troop transport stop and from it a squad of uniformed men emerged and entered the complex.

From the jeep a young dapper black officer, a captain dismounted. Cannanore slunk back into the shadows to observe but not be seen. The men wore the standard uniform of the Ugandan army. They were professionals. And they had illegally crossed the border a few miles away.

The aspiring chieftain emerged from his hut and hurried toward the officer. His normal proud and arrogant manner had been abandoned. He was servile and obeisant, expressing over and over his willingness to do anything at all for the honored soldiers.

"My general understands," said the young officer, "that you have some American prisoners taken from a local safari. He feels that they might be of value to our government and out leader Didi Mani. Respectfully he requests that you turn them over to us, in an exchange."

There were mixed feelings in the chieftain's face. Cannanore read fear, regret and greedy expectation in his expression. Anxiously the chieftain looked around at the squad of armed and ready soldiers.

"Anything you want, of course," he said at last in a nervous voice. "I am honored that you are here. But there is only one left. The others I ... they unfortunately died."

"One will probably be sufficient for negotiation purposes. The general will be very grateful to you."

"And the exchange?" queried the chieftain hopefully, but not insistently.

"As you know, Uganda feels that this part of Kenya should properly belong to her. My general feels that when we do take possession of this territory Mani can be persuaded in exchange for your services to make you his official representative in the area."

"Ah yes, how kind," smiled the chieftain, disguising his disappointment atthis empty promise and his grief at losing the pretty young blond. But he dared not go against armed soldiers with his unprepared men. With a nod he had two men fetch Christina and place her in the jeep.

From a thick undergrowth Christina's brother August watched. Unable to find his way back to the safari he had waited in hiding outside the kraal hoping to help. But there had been nothing he could do. Nor could he give himself up to the chieftain after having watched three of his friends mercilessly executed. Yet he was hungry, starved beyond endurance. Ohter than a few berries he knew to be non-poisonous he had nothing to eat for days.

Intently now he stared at the truck. He did not know why they had gone inside, had no idea it had anything to do with his pretty sister. But one of the soldiers had been eating as they drove up and had stuffed the remnants of his meal into a knapsack. August stared almost deliriously at the bag on a seat in the transport. All he could think of was food. Now was his chance. It was only a few yards away.