Chapter 5
Christina waited naked and alone in the basement of an old Dutch house not far inside the Uganda border. It was now army headquarters in the area. The array of whips and machines that surrounded her could only mean the room had been equipped as some sort of torture or interrogation chamber. Along the north wall were many doors leading to small dark cells. Confused and frightened, she waited fearfully for someone to come.
At last a group of black soldiers clambered down the stairs. The uniformity of their dress bespoke membership in a regular army and not just guerillas. In their midst was a large man dressed in a somewhat flamboyant general's attire. He walked over to the waiting girl with a smile on his thick face.
"So you are one of those kidnapped from the safari. We have been seeking you." His English was nearly perfect.
"Who are you? And why do you want me?" she asked softly, trying to keep the fear out of her voice.
"I am a general in the Republic's Army. Our leader the honorable Didi Mani has seen fit to instruct me with keeping the peace here among our people and in defending this portion of the Kenya border. The duty therefore fell upon me of finding you unfortunate people and bringing you to safety within our borders. Unfortunately I understand you are the only one left alive."
Though Christina had no idea what had happened to her brother she felt it better not to mention him. With a nod she indicated her agreement. "So you came to rescue us?" she asked timorously.
"No, we came to make you our prisoner rather than that self-declared petty chieftain's. He is narrow, unimaginative and would have wasted you as he did the rest of your party.
"But you might be of more value to us, pretty little white one. Both Kenya and the United States seem to wish to keep this kidnapping quiet. Apparently for different reasons they are afraid of publicity. If we guarantee to keep your return-or demise-secret, we may be able to negotiate some of our demands about territory and transportation through Kenya. Unwittingly you have become a political pawn."
"You have no right to keep me here," she asserted stiffly.
"We have the power to retain you. And in modern Uganda power and right are equivalent. Since you are weak and defenseless we will do with you the things we please. Precisely all that we will do with you the days you are here," he continued, looking significantly about him at the various devices of torture, "what we do I am as yet not sure."
"Just what are you saying?" she asked, her anxiety building rapidly. Before answering the large black officer picked up a nearby switch and unexpectedly lay three lashes across her unprotected flesh. With a startled cry Christina huddled away from him.
"You will note young one that this room has been designed for the pleasure of the captors, my pleasure, not that of the prisoners. How I shall enjoy myself with your body I have not yet determined. But the decision will be wholly mine."
Suddenly the young blond became indignant and angry at his arbitrary and impudent manner. "You don't have any right. Your power just gives you the ability to transgress and abuse my natural human rights."
"Let me demonstrate," he smirked. From his holster he pulled a revolver, turned and fired a round squarely through the heart of the man next to him. The soldier stumbled back and crashed to the floor dead. None of the other men in the room protested or even seemed to find the incident out of the ordinary.
But Christina cried out in horror at what had happened. "You murdered him," she accused in shock, "you murdered him."
"True, I killed him. But murder is your judgment. A typical American judgment. He was a soldier and I a general. I had the right, the power to do with him as I pleased. I chose his death."
"You're inhumane," she gasped, "you shot him cruelly just for your own selfish pleasure."
"First of all, I am not a humanitarian. Second, it was not cruel for it was quick, unanticipated and relatively painless. Third, it was not selfish, for that man was one of my best soldiers. Just last week I put him in for a special commendation. It was not in my best interest to kill him. Perhaps it was unfortunate that he happened to be the one standing next to me.
"And last of all," he continued in a soft self-possessed voice, "it gave me no pleasure. I look upon each soldier as no more than a potential corpse. There is no pleasure in pumping lead into someone already considered dead."
Christina stood there wide-eyed, shaking her head in disbelief. "You're an animal," she whispered, "an inhuman beast."
"I see you still do not understand my logic, the logic of our ruler and Uganda itself. It has been the logic of our tribe for centuries. Neither the British, the Dutch or the Portuguese ever understood it. But perhaps if you stay here long enough you shall learn. And it will give me great enjoyment, great personal pleasure to teach it to you. I believe we will begin the lessons now."
The heavyset officer nodded to his men and two of them grabbed her. She struggled uselessly. Quickly they turned her upside down and held her ankles up in the air together as they tied them to a rope suspended through a pulley from the ceiling. On the other end, two men tugged at the cord until Christina hung in mid-air, her hands and long blond hair dangling a good foot above the floor. Her wrists were tied together so that her hands were useless.
"What are you going to do?" she asked in a trembling voice realizing that in this position she was helpless.
"It is gratifying that you are so anxious to learn pretty one," he answered, deliberately beginning to remove his clothing. "I am going to satisfy my whims upon your body. You shall see."
"In our country we say do unto others as you would have them do unto you," she gasped in a final effort to reason with him.
"And so would I if I were in your country," he countered easily. "In Uganda one strives to obtain the power to do unto others as he wills."
Naked he stood before her. She was surprised to see he was not as fat as she supposed. Though his stomach, hips and thighs were large, they were thick with muscles. There was hidden strength in his build.
Sensuously he began to move his hands over her body, slowly kneading her firm large hips and testing their resilience. They were warmer and smoother than those of black women he judged. He was surprised to see how sensitive her ass hole was, causing her to squirm uncomfortably when he dug a finger into it. Carefully he pried her fat pussy lips apart and gazed studiously into her cunt. Only two of his fat fingers could work together into the opening of her love cave and he knew that she must just recently have lost her virginity.
Christina gave out a squeal when he pinched her clit that made him smile with delight. Again and again he rolled and tweaked the tiny button just to hear her little short cries, and feel her helpless body jerk spontaneously under his touch.
"We have very few white women here," he spoke sonorously as his hands moved over her tummy and waist, down toward her breasts. "But from what I have seen, you are much more beautiful than most. The men of your country must find you exceptionally desirable."
She heard his compliment but ignored him. Already feeling dizzy from her inverted position she struggled to keep herself under control in spite of the indignities to her body.
"Your breasts," he continued, feeling her boobs firmly with both hands, "they are so strong and full." Even upside down Christina's large jugs jutted straight out from her body in their perfect pear shape. "Many of our women's melons are as large but they are more flabby and not so exquisitely shaped."
He began to thumb her nipples intently. To her embarrassment she felt them tingle and begin to grow stiff and wrinkled. The general smiled. "At least your tits are like ours, large and brown and easily aroused."
At last he stepped back for an overall view. "Beautiful," he said appreciatively, "absolutely beautiful. Raise her a little," he commanded the soldiers. Obediently they tugged on the rope until her head was even with his genitals.
Only inches away the sweet-sour sweaty odor of his cock and balls almost gagged, her. Yet she looked at them and saw he was aroused. His prick was a good eight inches long and fat as three fingers. Though not as big as Captain Cannanore she had to admit he was well hung and thicker. He was much larger than her brother's dong which had ripped open her cherry.
"It is my desire you suck my cock," he said softly.
"No," was her simple reply.
"You shall learn," he responded without threat or protest. One of the soldiers handed him a short thin cord that he tied about one of her thighs. With the help of a short stick about which the cord was looped he began gradually to tighten the hemp until it cut into her flesh. She moaned with discomfort but he did not stop. Instead the rope continued to bite into her flesh until the reddened swollen leg began to balloon away from her pelvis. And still he continued to turn the peg.
"Oh stop, stop," she cried out at last, sweat beginning to form on her brow. "Stop it. It feels like you're cutting my leg off. It hurts."
"And I could cut it off young one," he said, continuing to smile. "Just by tightening it further. But I shan't. I only wished to demonstrate how easy it is for me to cause you pain, make you obey me. Will you eat my peter now?"
"No," she repeated forcefully. "I won't." But with the agony from her thigh she was no longer sure of herself.
Without comment the general took a doubled rope and stretched it across her breasts and tied it firmly in back. One bit into her cone halfway between the base and the tip. The other cut her just above the nipple. Inserting another peg he began to tighten the cords cruelly.
"Tell me little white girl when you're ready to obey."
"Never," she gasped bravely, though she could already feel the roughness of the hemp against her tender flesh. Methodically her captor turned the peg, distorting her beautiful mounds and forcing their tips to squeeze between the tightening ropes. The pressed ends turned bright red and she felt them burn furiously. Flooded with blood the nipples became hard spears that jutted painfully forward.
Christina was miserable but she kept her teeth tightly clenched, refusing to cry out and add to her tormentor's pleasure. But the general was in no hurry and continued to tighten the bonds until a full third of her pulsing breast stuck out unnaturally between the ropes. Blood vessels were bursting and she would carry the bruises for weeks.
"Oh God, stop, stop, stop!" she cried out at last, the pain in her tits burning madly. "Oh please stop. I can't stand anymore."
The large black man paused for a moment to let her catch her breath. Her lovely body was quivering in agony.
"Are you ready to suck now?" he asked calmly.
The girl gathered her last morsel of courage as she swung miserably from the ceiling. Somehow she managed to force out a hoarse guttural, "no."
"Well perhaps we've done enough to your jugs for the moment," he commented in a benevolent tone. "They are so exquisitely beautiful I should not want to damage them permanently. We have other devices."
At his nod one of the guards brought him a steel belt and a leather strap. Quickly the general took the belt and looped it around her waist, tightening it until it cut into her flesh. He tested it to make sure it could not slip up toward her bottom.
The leather strap had two perfect wood cones attached to the inside. He locked one end of the strap to the back of the steel belt, looped it up between her legs and back down to hook it on the belt in front. Her captor was careful to position the cones so that the tip of one slightly protruded into her anus and the other into her quim. As the leather strap was tightened the two cones would be forced deeper and deeper into her tender holes.
The cone that pushed into her ass hole was three fingers long and just as thick at its base. When fully implanted it would stretch her bunghole half the width of a man's hand. But the cone that protruded into her cunt was six inches long and six inches wide at the base. If it were forced in two inches it would stretch the opening to her love cave the same amount. Two inches deeper and her pussy would be spread open four. Anf if it fully impaled her tight cunt it would be stretched the full half-foot, much wider than a man's fist.
All of this he explained to her in detail though with her breasts will in pain she had difficulty focusing on what he was saying. "Six inches," he concluded with satisfaction. "And just moments ago I had trouble getting two fingers in there. Perhaps you will learn now to obey my orders."
"I am going to stand in front of you so that my cock is within easy reach of your mouth. At any time you wish to start sucking feel free. But understand I am not going to quit tightening this strap just because you finally obeyed my command. I shall not stop driving these cones into you until you make me come."
With that, he immediately gave a turn on the peg. Christina moaned as she felt the wood cones press a little further into her. But it was not yet from pain. Rather it was from fearful expectation and her feeling of total helplessness.
Gradually the two pins were forced into her two holes. The unfamiliar tickling sensation in her anus bothered her most at first but soon she felt the pressure in her cunt. With a start she realized that her little pink opening was already spread as wide as either August or Cannanore had forced it. And still the pressure increased.
The force of the cylinder was not unpleasant but yet it was formidable. There was no relaxation of the tension and she could feel its irresistible entry into her cave. The surface of her hole was stretched and being pulled slowly inward. Even her sensitive clitoris was being sucked in by it. She could already feel the little nub brushing against the wood, giving her an exciting tingling sensation.
Suddenly a shot of pain interrupted her. But it was from her shit hole, not her cunt. She became acutely aware of the cone now stretching the tight little pucker. It had passed beyond a funny tickle as her sphincters were pinched and the flesh began to stretch tight over the wood.
"Yh, uh, uh, uhhhh," she groaned as the peg continued to open up the little porthole. "Oh, oh, oww. Owww," she squealed as now suddenly her tiny clit was pinched against the other unyielding dildo. "Oh, ohh. Oh, oh," she cried, trying to maintain her self-control. Yet steadily the pressure increased in anus and cunt. The latter was now becoming unbearable, spreading the small opening by three inches. It was far wider than it had ever been before and pulsing jolts of fire began to spread from her twat throughout her body.
"My God, six inches," she thought to herself, recalling the general's words, "six inches. That's as large asa baby. My God it'll tear me apart."
"Stop," she began to beg, "please stop. You'll destroy me."
The big man said not a word but methodically kept tightening the strap. The pressure in her anus was unbelievable. She couldn't take much more. And the pain in her quim began to merge with the throbbing in her shit hole.
"Ah, ah, ahhh," she cried loudly for the first time as her cunt began to burn like fire. Six inches would rip her open. From the inner edge of her cock hole to her fat outer lips her pussy stretched taut against the intruding prod. The thin white of her ass hole felt as if it would tear.
"Oh, oh. Oh God, no. Oh," she groaned as she began to jerk her hips, trying futiley to escape the pain. Her eyes watered and tears began to trickle. "Ah God, oh, no, no, no more!"
For the first time she realized she could not resist. Otherwise she'd be ripped open from ass hole to her rose bush. She could not stand the agony. Her whole ass was alive with fire and pain.
"His cock," she muttered half-aloud. "His cock." She was defeated, thoroughly humiliated. She had never done it before but she'd have to take it in her mouth.
"No, no," she protested to herself, summoning her courage. "No, no. I won't do it. I won't let him make me. I ... oh, oh, uh, ah, ahhhh," she began to scream aloud. Her cunt hole was stretched a good four inches wide now, nearly twice as broad as anything she'd ever taken in it before. She sensed a warm trickle running through her ass crack and down her back. It was blood from her rupturing shit hole.
"Oh God, oh God, oh God," she gasped, passing her limits of endurance. The room was beginning to whirl about her. She was dizzy from pain. "Oh God," she moaned, beginning desperately to look for his cock. It was right there in front of her but she was having difficulty getting it. Her tongue lashed out for it, her lips sucked for it but the pecker was too far away. She arched her body forward, grasping at it with her mouth and missed.
She began to swing back and forth, and with each approach she jackknifed her body forward trying to capture the elusive peter. Two, three times she grabbed for it and failed. The general did not help her but watched her frantic efforts with delight. At last she found it and locked her lips tightly about the big head.
The pain in her twat was excrutiating now. Her body was covered with sweat. Eagerly she sucked at the fat pole gradually pulling her face up onto it. As soon as possible she began to lathe it with her tongue, flicking over the fat knob as rapidly as she could. She remembered his words. She had to make him come.
And still the cones pushed endlessly in. There was not a bit of her pussy not stretched tight against the wood. Well buried along its length her tiny throbbing clit was crushed flat. Blood poured freely now from her bunghole as the thin flesh slowly ripped open.
Never did she stop sucking nor her tongue stop licking. Rapidly she squeezed, bathed, caressed and tortured the fat sausage. Her head jerked wildly up and down the shaft from head to balls, pulling at it to come.
"Ah, ah, ahhh," she cried out with mouth still stuffed with the thick meat. There was new pain in her crotch. Her cunt too was beginning to tear. She'd waited too long. It was too late.
Deliriously she jerked and sucked on the prick. Then finally, at last it began to swell. She could feel a slight throbbing deep down at its base. She was going to make him climax. Furiously she screwed her face about the hard spear as her lips careened up and down the glossy black shaft. She prayed for salvation, for hot come to flood her mouth.
Feeling his cock ready, and sensing she could take no more, the general ceased tightening the strap. But he held back from coming. His fingers pressed hard on the flat base of the larger cone and he began to force it to twist and rock inside the blond's tortured quim.
Tears of thanksgiving filled Christine's eyes when she felt the release of tension. Eagerly she began to love up the bulbous head and caress the long slit at the tip of his cock. Her little pink tongue was all over the large black mushroom, thanking it and worshipping it.
"Oh, oh uuumph," she moaned in a muffled voice. Her clit still burned like fire and her ass hole felt like raw meat. But this time there was pleasure as the wooden cane in her cunt began to excite her. In spite of the intense pain it had all the wonderful feel of real cock, hard, intense and demanding. Involuntarily she secreted some love honey on the hard peg, making its screwing motion easier.
Her flattened clitoris was throbbing so hard she began to jerk her hips in rhythm to its pulsing. The stinging pain became a sensuous vibrant warmth. The ruptured ass hole began to join in the rapidly growing quaking tempo of her twat.
"Ah, ah, ahh, ahh, ohhhh," she began to croon between lips filled with hot, black meat. The moist native rhythm between her legs crescendoed rapidly. She began to jerk and twist her awkwardly suspended hips wildly, desperate to increase the screwing friction of her cunt against the hard cone.
Suddenly the thick black dick shuddered and steaming hot jism exploded into her mouth. "God yes, yes, yes," she gulped as she swallowed it greedily. Never was a woman so eager to drink a man's come. It flooded her throat and nose. A river of it boiled over her upper lip and ran down her cheeks to encrust her brow and saturate her hair.
Then her own body erupted into full orgasm. Suspended by her ankles she bobbed and jerked, twisted and turned in mid-air. Her muscles rippled as wave after hot wave assaulted her body. One of her tortured sphincters let go and a flood of piss bubbled up around the buried cone and ran down her flat tummy.
"Yes, yesss. Oh god yess," she gurgled, almost choking as the thick juice still pumped into her mouth. "Ah, ah yes. Fuck my mouth. Fuck me."
The general continued to twist the dildo cruelly as his climax rose and fell. His body writhed and quaked as he poured his jism between the white girl's lips. Her face was drenched with the stuff.
Like a frog dangling from a cord her knees began to arch and twitch in spasms, bobbing her up and down as her mouth pulled the spurting cock along with her. Her hips screwed and turned about the hard cones in her twat. Her body was stinging and alive.
"Oh God I love it. I love it," she whined as the foam bubbled out of her nostrils. Wildly she twisted, jerked and squirmed as she dangled from the ceiling. Her hard muscled hips twitched spastically with a life of their own.
The general reached down and grabbed one of her tortured bloated tits. Cruelly he dug his nails into it and began to turn it methodically. Christina cried out in agony as her chest burst into flame. There was no escaping the grand fury in her deformed melon but she wanted it, loved it, begged for it. "Hurt it," she cried with her mouth full of shooting cock, "hurt it. Make me feel my breasts!"
Every muscle in her body was alive as it either quivered, trembled or jerked. She was in tune with every sensation that enveloped her. The fingernails in her already tortured breast, the cool draft that caressed her quaking sweating body, the gorgeous cone that split open her oiling oozing cunt, everything was in accord. Whether gentle pleasure or outrageous pain, it filled her to bursting. Death was the loss of sensation and knowledge. Life was just this, an infinity of sensations, boundless in variety and origin. It was complete awareness of her body, total knowledge of what it was to be a sensuous animal.
It was her destiny to be fucked, to be a moist, beautiful mound of throbbing pleasure for men. For the first time she saw it clearly, understood that this was her very essence. She jerked with pleasure at the pain in her cunt and breast, received with joy the gushing come in her mouth. It was all the same, to be tortured or loved. To feel pleasure or pain was to be alive, fulfilled and satisfied.
The taste buds of her mouth were thriving, existing intensely for the first time. The gratification was endless. Never had she tasted a man's come before and she couldn't get enough. Greedily she sucked at the fragrant, sweet and sour stuff and was exalted as she drew forth more and more from his pumping balls. Her only prayer was that he would never stop. She gorged herself on it, letting it fill her aching belly.
She didn't care what the man did to her, she loved him. She loved all men if only they'd torture and fuck her. Christina's whole existence culminated in this one intensive orgasm. It was what it meant to be a woman: to have cunt and shit hole ripped open, her breasts agonized and mained, her mouth to be so filled with climaxing cock so copious it flooded out her nostrils, drooled from between her lips and choked her as eagerly she tried to drink it all.
The girl loved that pumping prick inside her. Loved the man who raped her mouth. She was lucky to have learned so young, to have learned at all. Everything was unimportant. School, sports, society, friends, all of it was meaningless. The whole world was wasted if she were not a woman. And to be a female meant to be a bitch in heat with lusty cocks prodding, probing and flooding her body, with cruel hands ripping and tearing at her flesh for their own selfish pleasure. Their joy was her joy, her goal and destiny in life.
Her beautiful blond body bounced, twisted and screwed in mid-air. Even when the force of his ejaculation slackened she would not let go of his peter with her lips. Desperately she sucked at the hot wet prod, draining out every drop of precious juice. There would be too few moments like this in life. She'd already wasted too much time as a stupid virgin. The girl could not allow a single drop of that thick rank goo to be spilled. Madly she sucked, gulped and swallowed at the profound jism.
But at last he pulled back, spent and exhausted. He had to struggle to maintain his balance with his weakened legs. With delight he surveyed his handiwork. Christina's beautiful body still quivered excitedly, helplessly.
"Oh yes, yes," she groaned, gasping for air, "oh yes fuck me. Fuck me anytime. Oh, God, yes it's good, so good."
The officer had her lowered from the ceiling. She lay trembling on the floor, hands and ankles still bound, the strap with its two cones still tight across her twat. The twin ropes still distorted her lovely breasts. She stared up at him with her large blue eyes, filled now with awe and admiration. One by one he loosed her bonds until she was free.
"Very good, little white girl. Very good," he said with satisfaction.
"I loved it," she whispered, her throat dry. "I loved it. Do it to me again always."
"Did you learn your lesson?"
"That I should always obey you?"
"That it is your place as a prisoner to obey me. It is your role to suffer pain or pleasure at my slightest whim, without protest. Just as it is a soldier's duty to kill or be killed upon command and to do nothing unless ordered. So it is your place to suffer pain am humiliation at my desire and to honor my every wish."
"I'm learning," she mumbled, "but teach me again. Teach me often. Teach me again soon, please."