Chapter 6
The general fulfilled Christina's desire to continue her lessons, though after recovering from her first ordeal she regretted what she had asked. Each day he introduced a new method of torment and with most of them the torture had been accompanied by rapturous sequences of orgasms.
She lost track of time, her mind confused by the alternating rhythms of cruel pain and frantic ecstasy. Today she lay pinned on a hard table. Early that morning she had been strapped down by two strips of uncured cowhide, one across her waist and the other across her breasts. They had been thoroughly soaked in water so that now as they dried they cut viciously into her flesh. Due to the one about her belly she could breathe only in short gasps. The strip set squarely across her nipples pressed them now so that they were squeezed almost down to her flat chest. The fat of her boobs bulbed out grotesquely on either side of the strip and the pain was excrutiating. Her arms had been left free but they were helpless against the tight bonds.
Her cunt had been left open for a good purpose. The general had given permission for all of his men when off duty to come down and have a piece of her tail. So far she had entertained over forty men at least once and her bottom lay in a lake of sticky spent jism. Yet she had never climaxed at all. But some days she did not come and it was up to her to contend with the pain as best she could.
When the door opened and there were footsteps on the floor she didn't even look. Mentally she prepared herself to have one more unwanted black prick jabbing itself into her pussy. Her quim certainly wouldn't be virginally tight if ever she left this room.
"I thought you might be here," said the tall black man beside her. "We've been looking for you."
"Captain Cannanore," she gasped in surprise when she recognized him. "My lover! How did you ...?"
"Shh. I stole a uniform and sneaked in. I had to make sure you were here. Keep your voice low."
"You've come to rescue me. But, oh lord," she moaned, "you can't. There are too many of them."
"There won't be soon. Most of the troops have been called to Kampala for a big political rally. Just pomp, but it'll leave the general with no more than a half-dozen men as bodyguards. That's tomorrow and they'll be gone three days. Can you hold on?"
"Yes, I think so," she whispered. "I've made it so far."
"Good, I'd better go before someone comes."
"No wait. Not yet. How is your big gorgeous thing?" she asked, significantly placing her hand on his crotch. "I loved it so. I miss it."
"I can't take time now. It's dangerous."
"Please. I've had all those ugly men inside me today. Just one quick fuck. It hurts me so wonderfully."
The captain was wavering when the door upstairs again opened. Quickly he stepped back into the shadows beneath the stairs. The general with several of his guard came pounding down the steps. Christina gasped in fearful surprise. In the midst of them was her brother August.
"A surprise for you, little white one," smiled the general merrily.
"Where did you find him?" she asked anxiously.
Though she hated seeing her brother here, she was delighted that he was alive and seemed to be in good health. Behind the group Captain Cannanore mixed into the crowd and then disappeared quietly up the steps.
"We've had him all along. When we went in after you at that so-called chieftain's he tried to steal some food from our truck and was caught. He was so undernourished we though we'd better fatten him up before introducing him to the pleasures of our little chamber."
Christina stared at August lovingly. He was naked of course and handcuffed but he stood bravely and proudly in their midst. His fine prick and balls were as handsome and delicious as ever.
"So now you two may enjoy your tortures together," smirked the officer coldly. He took a knife and cut Christina's bonds. At last she could breathe again. But her long depressed breasts still remained malformed.
"Christina, what have they done to you?" asked August in alarm as he stared at her normally gorgeous tits.
"It's all right, dearest," the beautiful blond reassured him. "It hasn't been too bad. And they haven't done any permanent damage."
"I understand," broke in the general, addressing the young boy, "that you were the one to break your sister's cherry. I'm sure you would love another humping reunion. This we shall allow you now. And I even have a special dildo designed to promote your orgasms."
"Don't trust him," warned Christina.
The general laughed. "You two will do as I say whether you trust me or not. Help the girl off the table," he commanded two of the soldiers. "And you, August, take her place."
In a moment the eighteen-year-old lay on his back. His sister was forced to kneel above him with their genitals almost touching. From a nearby cabinet their captor took an extraordinarily fat, hard dildo. Inside were a series of interlaced reeds that could accordion back and forth without letting the boy's cock escape-very much like Chinese handcuffs or fingercuffs that are sold back in the States as novelty items. The end of the false cock was open so that his juice could spurt into her womb.
"You see little white ones," lectured the officer coolly, picking up August's flaccid penis and slipping it into the reed cylinder, "that it is very easy to get over a limp pecker but difficult to remove." He jerked the dildo up and down, the reeds stretching apart and squeezing the boy's defenseless dong. August gave a low moan, though as much of pleasure as pain.
"But when he gets hard ... ," gasped Christina quickly catching on.
"... it will be extremely painful," finished the general with a smug smile. "And we have made the outside so thick that it will not slip easily when placed fully into your cunny. If you will please guide your pussy over the prod."
"No," she said firmly, "I won't,"
"And I thought you were learning so well," sighed the officer with disappointment. "It is your place to obey and to suffer. The same for August." The large man picked up a long supple switch and laid it fiercely across her body. Six, seven strokes he placed across her back and buttocks.
"Mount the dildo, Christina," he commanded her. "Mount it and fuck him."
"No," she moaned, gritting her teeth. "No, no, no," she continued to chant as he stroked the ship cruelly across her tender flesh. She was striped and bleeding, huge welts over her back, bottom and thighs. She writhed in agony. The switch disintegrated in his hand and he took another, mercilessly continuing to flail her.
"For God's sake, sis, do it. He'll beat you to death. He won't stop. Do it."
"No, no, it'll hurt you," she moaned, her lacerated back a mass of pain. "I won't. I won't, oh I won't," she gasped, suddenly collapsing on top of her brother's body, weakened and helpless in her agony. The burning was inescapable. The muscles in her body quivered like Jell-O.
Laying aside his lash the general moved over to them and grabbed the dildo, inserting it firmly into her quim. She was too spent to resist. All she could do was moan her protests helplessly.
He gave her a few moments to rest and then picked up a cruel leather whip. "Now fuck him," he commanded, striking the lash across her butt and forcing her forward. Both youngsters moaned with her sudden thrust. The fat dildo rammed full but pleasantly into her cunt, at the same time stretching August's limp dick firmly.
At first it was pleasing, the thin reeds scratching and exciting the boy's flaccid tool. He could feel his gradual erection heated by the friction of the cone. The cuff jerked up and down, alternately pinching and relaxing his growing staff as the general drove Christina's ass back and forwards by an easy rhythmic beating with the whip.
Christina's initial reaction was one of pain and fire growing across her rump. But as she helplessly lunged back and forward the fat dildo massaged and caressed her tender pink cunny, excited her little clitoris. The warmth in her twat was becoming moist and welcome. Soon she was beyond resistance.
Her ass churned up and down the fat pole that encased her brother's prick. Though she began to lubricate liberally with her juices, it still felt firm and tight inside her, pulling rudely at the tender pink hole of her love cave. The acute pain from the strokes across her butt blended with the warmth of her cunt and spread through her body. Her beautiful skin was flushed with torture and arousal.
Christina lay forward on her brother's beloved body, pushing the now steel hard nipples into his chest. She was dizzy, uncertain, confused. The cock inside her was beautiful. The girl covered his face with kisses, lathed his mouth and ears with her little pink tongue. Tears of joy filled her eyes. Never had he given her so much pleasure in her quim.
"Uh, uh ohhh, August," she moaned sensuously, "Oh, it's good." The general ceased his beating and stopped to watch. Christina's broad perfect ass was working on its own, shoving and pushing onto the fat dong with increasing frenzy. She was already close to orgasm. "Oh my beloved," she gasped, "oh fuck me. Keep fucking me. Oh how good it is."
"Sis, oh, uh, uh, sis," groaned the boy not entirely in pleasure. The delightful warmth from the initial friction had quickly grown to pain as his meat had irresistibly swollen. Fire shot through his crotch at Christina's upward jerks, eased with her downward jabs. The cuff accordioned upward, crushing his fat pole and trying to rip it from his very body. The tortured flesh squeezed out between the opened diamonds and then was pinched when they closed.
"Oh Jesus, sis. Oh Jesus," he cried as he felt his peter stiffening even more, the hurt rapidly increasing. "Please, Christina, please. I can't take it. Stop. Please Crhistina. I can't. I can't. Oh God, oh God, oh God," he panted desperately on the verge of fainting.
But she did not understand, did not clearly hear him. In pain his body was jerking along with hers, rhythmically plunging up and down as it followed her own tattoo. She sensed only that he was with her, his staccato groans in tune with hers. She was dizzy from the intense churning delirium in her cunt, arching up and pounding against her walls, ripping mercilessly at her cunt and clit. How good it felt. So big, so unbelievably big.
"Yes, yes. Oh God yes. My best fuck," she cried in delicious ecstasy. "Oh yes, yes. Fuck me, darling, fuck me, fuck me."
"Ah, ahh, ahhhhh God!" he screamed in increasing anguish. His whole body was alive with pain, his tormented dick pulsing in burning agony. Suddenly her broad bottom poised, her rhythm stopped. For a split second she hovered over the boy then crashed her twat down furiously over the unnatural prod swinging her hips wildly from side to side. Frantically she jammed and pulled the heavy tool, jerking, yanking, stretching, twisting, out, around and about her healthy young cunt.
"God, you're tearing it off. You're tearing it off," screamed the youngster as his prick literally seemed to be nearly severed from his body. "Christina, stop, stop. Please stop. Christina!" he cried in full-voiced horror.
But she was beyond hearing, her body pulsing and jerking in a primordial rhythm of its own. She was in complete abandoned orgasm. Mouth agape, eyes glassy her face twisted spastically as she threw herself into total climax.
"Ayeee, ah," she cried, "oh God. Oh fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck meeee. Harder, August, harder. Fuck me harder. Oh, fuck me I'm coming. I'm coming, I'm coming. Fuck me. Fuck me, August, fuck meeeee!"
Like a heavy machine her twat pounded up and down the thick long shaft, mercilessly screwing and twisting as it went. Her cunt lips grasped tight the prod to hold it firmly and securely in her. Her fat hips churned and screwed with frightening rapidity as they drove over the wide dildo.
"Christina! Oh Christina. Christina!" cried her frightened brother as he felt himself now also being driven to orgasm. He knew he'd be castrated if he climaxed. "Don't please. Don't make me come," he screamed to her even as he felt the juice begin to well up the long shaft. "Oh God don't make me come."
"Yes, come, come," shouted his sister, insensible in her ecstasy. "Yes, come. I want to feel it. You come. Come. Oh I'm coming. Again. I'm coming again. Please oh, oh come. I'm coming. I ... oh, oh, oh, yes, yes, yes fuck me," she yelled as she impaled herself even more crazily upon the fat prick.
"No, no, oh yes, yes I am," gasped the boy in horror, beyond the point of return. His mashed cock was fattening, getting even harder. Pain racked his body, his muscles twitching and knotting as they resisted the agony. But it was too late. It could not be helped. The surging had begun up the long duct and exploded into his sister's grotto.
"Oh yesss," she screamed deliriously, "oh yesss. He's fucking me. He's fucking me. Oh God he's coming. Oh it's hot. Ohhhh fuck meeee." Her twat was mad with lust, careening, pumping, stroking, jerking, twitching up, down, up, down the spouting volcano. "Fuck me, brother, fuck me. Oh fuck meee!"
August cired and jerked, screamed for salvation. A series of tight pliers had just crushed into his uncontrollable shooting prod. There was nothing but pain. Pain everywhere. In his cock, balls, crotch, legs, gut-nothing but searing pain. Yet he was coming. His body loved the fantastic screwing it was getting.
"Oh, oh, oh," he gasped in his horrified orgasm, struggling to remain conscious. He saw through tear flooded eyes the crazed body of his sister thrashing above him, pumping at his cock and causing his come. Her hair swirled above her head like angel's wings, her beautiful blue eyes were brilliant with ecstasy. Those huge gorgeous pears whirled, flung themselves from her flat chest in their own delirium, tossing and twisting and diving with a life of their own.
She was no longer a woman, not even an animal bitch in heat. She was a demon, an indescribably primordial creature that was fucking him to incredible torment and joy. And he didn't care any longer. The pain didn't matter as he squirted gallons of come. It was all up there somewhere, out of reach of human care or knowledge. They were in a world above the stratosphere.
"Oh yes, fuck," he gasped, "Fuck me, Christina." Pain merged with joy as he began to thrust his tortured cock deeper and deeper into his sister's cunt.
She was screaming something. It was her joy. Her gaping mouth was contorted, her nostrils flaring. Sweat dripped from her body. Her blue eyes turned back into her head. Her huge boobs kept flailing the air madly. He wanted to come, and come and come in her. Even if his prick was ripped from his balls he wanted to keep coming. There would be no end to it. He wanted to know his sister's true soul in its distorted body as it raved maniacally in the hot joy with which he bathed her quim.
Christina felt herself somewhere spinning above the universe. Her cunt, tits, legs had a life of their own. Enraptured she whirled dizzily about the beautiful endlessly exploding prick. Below her she could see her heaving, panting beloved fucking brother.
She floated in ether until naturally it began to slowly pulse to an end. She felt herself drifting down slowly, still spinning and swooping as she settled gracefully toward him. She was still impaled fully on his bloated cock. Gradually she fell until finally she landed safe and secure on his strong pliant body.
Her tits pressed hard and flattened against his chest. Her cunt wholly enveloped his exquisitely beautiful fat cock. Her thighs pressed firmly against his legs. Their hot cheeks met and melted together. She could feel the rhythmic pulsing of his body beneath her as she entwined her sweaty arms about him. How grand he was, how hot his come.
"I love you," she whispered, "it's never been so good before." Closing her eyes she fell into a contented slumber.
"I love you," he gasped without regret, not yet even knowing whether his cock was still intact. "I love you." Then quietly he fainted. Whether from pain or pleasure he found at last a calm warm grayness to envelop him.
Satisfied the general let them rest.
It was after dark when Christina awoke. August was beginning to stir under her, regaining consciousness. She gave him a tender kiss on the lips and gave a gentle squeeze to the cock still implanted in her cunt. The girl was still enfolded in the afterglow of her fantastic orgasm. Then suddenly she remembered it was not his prick at all but a fiendish torture device inside her.
Quickly she climbed off of him and began to ease the false prick off his tool. She was frightened to think of what she might have done to him. He opened his eyes and looked at her. "It hurts," he whispered simply.
"I know, dearest," she replied tenderly. Gently she reached her fingers under the hard dildo and found the base of the reed cone. As carefully as she could she began to lift it up and over his peter, taking care not to let it stretch and accordion. Even so he moaned frequently with discomfort. At last she had it off and his limp prick fell helplessly against his leg. The prod was red and puffy, bleeding in places. Though completely spent it seemed swollen almost to twice its normal size.
Gently she touched it and he winced in pain. Suddenly she was infuriated at what they had done to him-made her do to him with her susceptible body.
The door above them opened and a lone soldier descended the steps. In his hands were two large bowls full of a native stew concoction.
"The general says you'd better eat. Need your strength for tomorrow." Suddenly Christina saw red. There would be no end to this cruelty and humiliation. Spontaneously she grabbed the two vessels and slammed first one and then the other against the side of the man's head. Stunned the soldier dropped to the floor.
The pretty blond looked quickly around ready to defend herself. But there was no one else there. The door upstairs was open. She knew somewhere in the bushes Captain Cannanore and his men were hidden. Their chance for escape had come sooner than expected.
"Come on, August. Let's run for it," she urged her brother, almost forcing him to his feet. The boy could hardly move. But walking almost bowlegged he managed to follow her. The pass through the house was easy. Guards outside lounged about complacently, rapt in mutual conversations.
With Christina literally shoving her brother forward they made it through the garden and were in the clear. Escape seemed miraculously close when the alarm was sounded behind them. Groups of soldiers ran in every direction, one of them right on their trail. Christina helped her brother along as fast as she could until their pursuers spotted them. Their glistening white bodies were impossible to miss in the bright moonlight.
Hurriedly they pushed on with the soldiers only paces behind. The girl stumbled clumsily on a tree limb and fell on her ass. August toppled down prone beside her.
"Come on," she urged him, "hurry."
"I can't," the boy gasped. "I can't. Too much pain. You go on. Leave me."
"No, no, August," she whimpered, desperately trying to raise him. She could see the soldiers almost on top of them. Unexpectedly she felt an exceptionally strong arm grasp tight about her waist, a large hand clamp over her mouth. She tried to struggle but found she was quickly being dragged away. Other hands grabbed her and she was being carried helplessly into the bushes.
She caught a last fleeting glimpse of her brother as the pursuers caught up to him. Roughly two of them took his shoulders and started dragging him back to the house. He was again their captive.