Chapter 7
Christina lay safely in Captain Cannanore's camp, five miles from the general's stronghold. She had given up pleading for them to go back after her brother and sat quietly looking at the men about her. Another black in addition to Cannanore, three whites and an Oriental. The young blond shivered as she gazed at them. Each one seemed so mean, hard and cruel.
She became conscious suddenly that they were carefully, greedily studying the contours of her beautiful naked body. Though trying not to seem self-conscious she huddled so as to cover some of her nudity. She was thankful her lover Cannanore was there to protect her. But still they stared.
At last she got up and strolled over to the tall black leader. Casually she tried to hold her arms so as to cover her tits and cunt, keeping her hips tight together. Quietly she sat down beside him.
"Do you have a blanket or something to cover me?" she whispered. "I think your men are getting a little ... a little excited."
"You want clothing? I thought you and I would fuck tonight," he answered calmly.
Christina sat thoughtfully for a moment. After all she'd been through and after her brother's recapture she felt it callous of him to speak of humping. But because of his virile nature she couldn't altogether blame him.
"I'll let you have me if you want me," she whispered at last, low enough that the others couldn't hear her, "you know I love you. But first I think we'd better consider my brother."
"Your brother's already been considered," he spoke now so that all could hear. "The bulk of the general's men leave for Kampala tomorrow. He'll have maybe six or so left. Two of my men are going st start a diversion down by the border in the morning after they've gone. That will draw the general and most of his men away for several hours. We can easily overcome the one or two guards he leaves and then rescue your brother."
"Oh," she said with relief, "thank you. I should have known you'd have a plan."
"And now how about some fucking?" he countered quickly in response.
"Oh, shhh. Quiet. Keep your voice down," she whispered anxiously. She turned red with embarrassment when he had not bothered to lower his voice. The other five men stared at her more intently now, grim smiles of want on their faces.
"Don't let them know," she continued in a very low voice. "Don't ... excite them unduly. Let's find a quiet place nearby to be alone. Where they won't hear me co ... , hear us; or, or see."
Captain Cannanore laughed and laughed loudly. For fear of detection there was no fire but she could see him clearly in the moonlight, even blacker than the underbrush in the shimmering silver of the night. His long legs pulled up, his arms dangling as they rested from his knees, his white teeth bright in the evening glow, he looked like a fiend of hell reveling in its own evil. He said nothing but only trembled and shook with laughter.
"The captain says you are a choice piece," said a little wiry whiteman, standing up and beginning to undo his tunic. She guessed he was a cockney from his accent.
"And very grateful for those who risk their lives to save you," seconded another, unsnapping the leather belt about his waist.
"We all brothers in face of death," added the Oriental, rising from the stump where he had been seated. In a ghostly pantomime all five mercenaries undressed till they stood before Christina as naked as the child herself.
"Cannanore, what does this mean?" she asked hurriedly, anxiously. "Protect me."
"It means they are risking their lives for you and they expect their reward."
"They'll get their reward back in Nairobi."
"If they live and you live. Soldiers of fortune tend to take their treasures where they find them."
"No, I won't," she gasped as the five men approached her. Lithely she jumped to her feet and started to run but Cannanore easily tripped her. She fell into a thorn bush and cried out in pain as the needles pressed into her soft flesh.
In the ghostly darkness she struggled to free herself from the shrub when she felt two strong hands grip her by the ass and turn her over. The needles that had pressed her breasts and quim now stuck into her back and bottom.
"No please," she moaned, "the thorns."
"Your body will protect me from the shrub," chortled the little cockney, his fat hard cock poised stiff only inches from her helpless cunt. With one determined lunge he planted the fat dork fully between her pussy lips. Christina moaned in pain at being pushed against the hard thorns, at the forced intrusion into her dry cunt and at the humiliation.
"Cannanore," she cried out, "Cannanore please help me." The tall black man sat as he had, laughing with pleasure as he watched. "Please Cannanore," she cried, "please. You loved me once."
"I do not love women," he guffawed in response. "I fuck them." The captain watched with glee as he saw his comrade's prick begin to dive demandingly between the two creamy white pussy lips. Down and down it dug repeatedly into the shadowy crevice. Christina screamed in pain. The thick growth of briars had formed a cradle of sharp thorns so that she swung helplessly back and forth as the cockney pounded into her.
She hated him. She could smell him. The odor of sweaty clothes, the stink that rose from his crotch. Unwashed and unclean he smothered her with his aroma as he did with his body. She gasped for clean air as his prod plowed her furrow and the thorns plucked, ripped and tore her back. She was screaming in pain long before he was halfway there.
Yet his fattened dick pumped her mercilessly, expertly sliding deep in and out. And in spite of her pain from the briars she felt his hard tool more than anything. To her humiliation, her tits began to harden and tingle. That damnable itching was growing in her cunt again. She let loose a flood of cream that soaked her cunt and oiled her entrance. Once again her clit was alive and erect, twtiching with its lustful desires.
"I hate it!" she cried, "hate it." But her body responded in spite of pain and degradation, her cunt quivering expectantly at the beginning of each thrust. Stoutly she tried to steel herself against the irresistible unadulterated pleasure of just plain fucking. But she couldn't.
Once again it was alive and inside her. Once more she felt like a woman. She hated him; hated his cock. But she had fought against her brother when he first raped her, against Cannanore and the general-and each time she had loved it, climaxing in endless waves of uncontrollable comes.
But she detested this filthy little man that clung to her. Hated his hands on her responsive boobs and his dick in her juicing cunt. She had to resist. She was not an animal. The thorns at her back dug maliciously into her flesh, ripped gashes into her butt as she swung back and forth on top of them.
"I shan't come," she moaned. "I won't. I won't, I won't," yet she knew she was lying. Her body loved it, welcomed it. Spontaneously her knees arched to take him in closer, deeper. "No, no, no," she chanted with each thrust. "No, no, I don't want it, I don't, no, no, no."
But Christina rocked back and forth on her bed of thorns, and the warm pain of the little pricks increased her sense of pleasure as the thick prod lunged and shoved selfishly between her fat cunt lips and deep into her grotto.
"Oh yes," she finally moaned degraded and defeated. She could no longer resist the heaving salami inside. "Oh yes," she cried loudly now, wanting them all to witness her debasement, "yes, yes, yes. Let him fuck me. All of you fuck me, you sons-of-a-bitches I'm a bitch in heat. I love fucking. All of you! Fuck my fucking brains out. You dirty little bastards."
"Oh blimey, she's good cunt," gasped the little man as he stroked rapidly into her.
"Ohhh yesss," she sighed again, this time in her lowest sexiest voice as she felt his body pause, cock stiffen. "He's going to do it to me," she warned them all, "he's going to do it." She arched her crotch up against his, her fat cunny lips shoving against his lean dangling balls.
"Everybody watch. Everybody!" she cried angrily on the verge of his orgasm. "You dirty sons-of-a-bitches watch him humiliate me, rape me in public.
And every one of you is going to do the same. I don't even know your names. But he's going to do it. And I love it. I love fucking. I love fucking. Fuck me you little scrawny bastard, fuck me!" she challenged heatedly.
She wrapped her thighs tight about his, locking her legs irresistibly behind his bottom. Her long strong arms grabhed him and shoved her to him, almost suffocating the little cockney in her huge breasts. Like a spider she crushed his frame to her body, rocking him back and forth on her bed of needles.
"Oh blimey, blimey," the wiry man gasped, "what a piece o' tail. Oh God in 'eaven I'm going to come. Oh God, God yes. Oh, oh blimey," he moaned as his stiff dick began to pump gallons of fresh hot come into her cave. Immediately he began to shove again, fiercely up and down into her shallow furrow. The crowd watched delighted in the moonlight as the well greased pole plummented frnatically into the tight wound and the couple crooned and moaned together.
Christina was yelling, cursing, writhing hysterically. Fuck me, you little limey. Dick your little pole in my cunt. You're a shit-head. You're all shit-heads. But fuck me, don't stop fucking. I love to be fucked. I love it. I ... oh, oh, oh God yes." Suddenly he crushed his body to her, the shoving and twisting of her ass doubled in speed and then grew ever faster and faster. Her twat went crazy, reaming itself with noisy plops rapidly, with lightning speed against his cock.
"Oh yes, yes. I ... oh, oh. Oh cooming. Oh, oh, fuck ... oh fuck, fuck me. Oh yes. Oh. Coming. Coming! Coming! Oh, oh, oh. Now. Now. Ah. Uh ha. Oh, oh, ohhhhh. Oh fuuuuck, fuuuuck, fuuuuck," she screeched into the black wilderness.
Yellowish glistening jism began to flood from her crack, spreading over her hips. It sparkled in the pale light, like a lake of diamonds gradually inundating her clear bottom and thighs. In spite of the sharp pains in her back the couple rocked together rapturously as the fat dork taxed her quivering quim until both were drained of juice and strength.
Christina sighed as they slowed and came to a halt. She rested a moment before she spoke but then her words were venomous. "Now get off me, you ugly brute," she mocked cruelly, "you're disgusting, you stink and don't ever think I liked screwing you. It's your cock and balls I like to hump, not you. Get off so another one of you loathsome men can give me some hard pole. I'll come. I love coming. But I think you're all a bunch of shit-heads.
"You," she said pointing to the miserable little Oriental as soon as the cockney disengaged, "you're next." Methodically Christina screwed each in turn. The thorn pricks in her back became numb or she ignored them. One by one she outmatched them all until only the captain was left.
"And you, Cannanore?" she whispered, her voice full of malice and hatred. "You want some more pretty white young cunny? It's here for the taking." She smiled at him smugly. She may have been raped by the randy bunch but she had managed to keep the upper hand with her flagrant abandoned orgasms. They had never subordinated her.
The tall handsome Negro smiled down at her as he carefully unbuttoned his shirt and trousers. It was not his style to let the female dominate him. He looked studiously into her face.
"I think your shit hole is still virgin," he stated with deliberation. "That's where I'll have you." He stood before her impudently, his cock jutting its full thirteen plus inches up and outward from his lean body.
"Go ahead," she challenged insolently, confident of anything he could throw at her. Then suddenly the tips of her mouth curved into a frown as she thought of the tinyness of her little brown bunghole and the hugeness of his fat thirteen inches.
"Good," he whispered smugly, "turn over."
"No," she suddenly protested in rising anxiety. "You'll take me in the cunt just like the rest. Like I gave it to you before."
"Neither man nor woman tells Cannanore what he will do," the soldier laughed, realizing he had won. He was dominant now.
"No," she began to plead, whimpering like a child and whispering to him secretively, "please don't. You know you could have me without rape. Not there. I'm too small. You'll tear me open and there aren't any doctors. Please. You can have me in my cunt any time, any way you want it."
"I'll have you anyplace," he hissed cruelly, "anyplace I want, whenever and however I want." Without pause he grabbed her legs with his strong arms and tossed her over on her stomach. Christina shrieked out in pain and fear as the thorns tore loose from her back and bottom, shredding her skin, then plunged anew into her boobs, belly and cunt. The little girl whimpered in pain. The briers were once again her hammock and cut her flesh horribly. But it was not the sharp needles she most feared but the huge thirteen inch prick that poised expectantly behind her.
"Please," she groaned, looking over her shoulder and ignorning the searing hurt in her tits and quim. "Please don't. I'll do whatever you like."
"What I like," snarled the tall black man, "is what I'm about to get." Deliberately he placed his broad long fingered hands on her bare butocks, slowly spreading the crevice open wide.
"Be careful," she begged in a submissive childish voice, "don't hurt me too much. I'm awfully tender down there."
With a laugh Cannanore shoved her deeper into the brambles. She squealed in pain as one of the long curved thorns bit directly into the center of a large orange-brown nipple. The pain was fierce and in spite of the scratches she moved her arms through the fiery briers to reach it with her hands.
"Please wait. Wait till I get it out," she begged, fumbling at the tip of her breast to retrieve the horny prick. The captain chuckled to himself but waited patiently as the young woman prepared herself for the ordeal to come. She had to tug at the thorn insistently to get it out. Finally it came and she winced with pain. The tip was covered with blood. A trickle of the red stuff began to flow over her huge white creamy mound.
"Are you ready now?"
"No, no wait. Please," she asked, her hands plucking two more barbs away from her sensitive nipples. Despite the scratches she moved her arms down to her twat and removed two more. One had pressed dangerously close to her clit and the other had actually entered her cunt hole.
"Now?" he asked with mock impatience.
"If you have to."
"You know this is going to hurt worse than those thorns."
"Why are you doing this to me?" she whimpered like an abused child. "I love you."
"Because it gives me pleasure," he responded simply-
"The general doesn't do it just to...."
"I'm not the general," he rasped, suddenly digging both thumbs into the girl's virginal little asshole. Determined he began to draw the tight porthole open.
"Oh be careful," she squealed like a stuck pig.
"Be careful of what?" he asked bemused, continuing to stretch the tight white flesh. "You know this is going to hurt."
"But don't hurt it more than you have to. Please."
Cannanore laughed. He loved this complete submission of a white bitch to his lusts, especially when it caused her pain. Suddenly he stabbed his thumbs in to their base and began to vigorously pry open the reclusive passage.
"Oh don't," she whined as she felt it. Her whole ass crack was alive with pain shooting up her back and down her legs. She moaned miserably as the two thick thumbs started to pry her tight anus open. She could feel his long strong fingers grasp the big golden globes of her ass as he stretched her resisting little hole. Using all the force of his well-muscled arms he saw the dark portal begin to spread wide.
"Cannanore I loved you," she cried in agony. "Why are you doing this to me?" Hot tears flushed her distorted face. "You could have had me without this. Anytime, anyway. And with love. Why are you doing this to me?"
"I don't need your love," he smirked selfishly, "or want it. I don't want any woman's love. I want their bodies to do with as I please."
"But the pain," she whimpered. "You could have had me anyway. All to yourself. I like being fucked. I'd have even given it to you there." Her ears were already ringing, her stomach nauseous.
"Nor do I want gifts," he responded cruelly. "When a woman is under me, screaming for mercy I know she is truly mine. When I feel her body writhing in agony and pleading, then I truly possess her. She becomes part of my prick and subordinate to my will. Only when she knows that she is only an animal for my pleasure, subject to my whims and may even die at my hands, does she completely lose herself."
His words were cruel and insane, but Christina understood them as clearly as the pain in her rectum. She existed only to be used by him.
"Ae, ae, ahhh," she shrieked again. The thin tissue about her bunghole was beginning to tear. The captain could look directly now into her deep dark cave, stretched wide enough finally for both his thumbs and his fat prick. Easily he guided his prod between his hands and lowered it into her rectum until it surrounded his thick knob. Still keeping her spread with his hands he began to shove the thirteen inches in deeper, pushing against the clinging elasticity of her intestines.
" "Oh God," she gasped as she felt it, "oh God let me die."
But her prayers were unanswered. She sensed the increasing pressure in her lower abdomen mixing with the pain in her ass crack. She was sick all over. There would be no mercy.
Holding her anus open like a well he gradually sunk his huge black cock deep into her body. Rudely he twisted her so that the faint moonlight illuminated the dark interior. He could make out her rubbery bowels meeting and gradually taking his fat intruder. Then unexpectedly he let her asshole loose, let it snap tight around his fat wand, grabbed her firmly by the hips and began to shove deep, deep into her.
Spontaneously Christina's muscles stiffened. Her legs jutted abruptly back, stiff as nails. Her body quavered under him. Sweat drenched her body.
"Uh, uh, uh," she gasped as the pain that had been becoming numb reached a new level, setting her whole body aflame. "Oh God," she panted. "Oh God, let me die. I can't. I can't. Oh God. Oh. Oh, oh, uh, uhhh, uhhhhhh."
Cannanore grunted too. In spite of the intense pleasure, the hotness of her body and his huge erection it was hard to force such a long stalk into her body. Four inches were still outside. Persistently he shoved and ground his hips as gradually the oversized cock snaked into her shit hole. Under him he could feel the pretty blonde's body quivering and shaking like jelly. He knew he was stretching and distorting her bowels horrendously as he entered.
All was pain for Christina. Her entire body burned with it. Excrutiating, irresistible and indelible it filled her. She shivered uncontrollably as her hot body was touched by the coolness of the African breeze. She was covered with sweat. Desperately she tried to hang on, somehow endure.
Himself exhausted, Cannanore paused for a moment. He breathed deeply, then with a surge of new energy drove and screwed his long cock madly into her. And finally every inch of it was firmly embedded in the unnatural sheath. Christina was screaming deliriously. Threshold after threshold of pain had been reached and surpassed. But the captain had done it expertly, deliberately allowing her to take only as much as she could at each stage so that she did not pass out.
The night was filled with her wild shrieking. Even the jackals were intimidated by the force of her cries. About her, five mercenaries watched intently, their eyes glistening with inhuman glee. Each envied the captain his huge dong. None of them could equal the pain his very prick could cause a woman.
"Ae, oh, oh, ahhh," she yelled, her body filled with his fat dong. She tried to escape it, tried to claw her way forward. But the thick brambles held her securely. She tried to get a foothold with her toes, to dig her knees in the soft earth and shove herself away. It was impossible. The thick old prickly bush supported her like a bed, nearly two feet above the ground. She was helpless, impaled by the huge dong up her rectum and the sharp thorns buried in her anus, breasts, twat and legs. In dire pain she swayed there at his mercy.
Now he eased back, beginning a slow insistent rhythm back and forth into her bowels. Christina moaned under him, conscious of her total subordination. She was trapped. She swayed in the bush with his rhythm as gradually his fucking increased in speed. Helplessly she felt the intruder rapidly begin to enter and retreat from her aching rectum. Her young body was on fire, burning and tingling around the huge ram.
His pressure on top of her increased, shoving her deeper and harder into the briers. Christina cried out in pain as a thorn found her cunt and pushed into a swollen pussy lip. Another shoved itself into the moist coral as Cannanore's rhythm increased. A third began to rip at her swollen clit.
"Oh God please let me up," she cried as she realized a whole branch of the prickly plant had found its way into the length of her furrow. Her crack was being shoved up and down the measure of the horny stem with increased rapidity. "Oh God. Please, please let me up."
But she knew it was hopeless. The big snake in her bowels was as insistent as the bush itself. The stings in her twat began to match the misery of her rectum. Yet it was a hot sweaty pain that warmed her whole body.
"Oh no," she gapsed as she realized the last step of her debasement. Her cunt was beginning to tingle, alive with new sensation. She knew her pussy was creaming, excited by the sharp intensity. In spite of the humiliation and pain she realized for the first time she would come. As his rhythm increased so would the heat of her body turn to a growing insatiable need. It was beyond her control.
"Please don't make me do it," she whimpered to the man as his churning dork continued to stroke into her. Her voice was pathetically childish, her face covered with little girl tears. "Don't let them know I like it," she begged. "Please don't let them see me come. You're still my lover, Cannanore."
The captain smiled. With new agility he swung his hips and buried himself into her. Oiled by his own dong and her thin shit the long black dork plowed the tiny hole, his balls slapping noisily against her hips. And with each thrust she begged for mercy.
"Oh, oh please don't," she gasped with increasing urgency, knowing she'd soon lose control. The inferno in her cunt was growing, spreading to her pointed breasts and trembling thighs. Never had she felt such fucking excitement in both bowels and quim before.
"Don't, don't let them see. Oh, oh yes," she cried as her cunny began to throb with a life of its own. The muscles of her anus began to pulse about the thick rod that raped her. "Oh yes," she groaned, "fuck me, Cannanore. Fuck my shit hole. Oh, oh yes."
Suddenly her body stiffened. Like a board she swung on the branches of the brier bush. Her body quaked expectantly. Then ignoring pain her ass began to lurch backwards to meet his thrusts. Her hot little rosebud engulfed his fat prick. She rode the ripping branches with her pulsing slit. Joy and agony mixed as they thrilled up over her body.
"Oh yes," she cried openly, inhibition behind her. "Oh yes, fuck me. Fuck my shit hole. I want it. I do want it. Come in me. Cornhole me. Fuck my ass, fuck my ... oh yes, yes. Good, Cannanore. Good, lover. Fuck me harder. Harder! Fuck my cunt too. Fuck me anywhere. Fuck me hard, Cannanore. Fuck me hard, hard. Harder, Cannanore. Fuck me, you son-of-a-bitch. I need it, need it, I want it. Oh I want it. I've got to have it."
Christina began to shriek and yell madly, filling the delighted ears of her audience. Their bodies swung ferociously back and forth on the hammock of brambles. Her legs and cunt were twitching feverishly. The lovely young twat was pulsing, sucking at the air, kissing rapidly the stem of thorns. Deliberately she buried her crotch harder into the bush.
"Oh yes, yes," she wailed loudly. "Don't stop now lover. My lover. Fuck me hard. Fuck me hard. I'm going to. ... Yes, you too. You too. I can feel you. You're harder. You're bigger. Oh oh yes do it to me. Fuck my shit hole. Fuck me."
Cannanore groaned with increasing pleasure. In the hot tight rubbery bowels he could feel his cock thickening, the juice building rapidly in its base. Christina was shaking deliriously under him. He was ready. The sperm began to crowd quickly, inexorably up the long stem.
"Ae, ae, ae, ae yesss," she screamed, bellowed out to the naked woods. The animals of Africa were startled, listened in trembling expectation to the screams of a new animal among them as fierce, violent and wanton as themselves.
"He's coming," she hollered as the steaming spunk shot into her, "he's ... he's, I ... I, I, I'm coming. Coming do you hear? Coming, coming. Oh fuck me Cannanore. Fuck me. Rape my ass hole. Rape me. Rape me hard. I want it. I need it. I love ... love, oh fuck me. Fuuuuuck me! Fuuuuuck me!"
She shouted her joy in wild abandon, screams echoing over the countryside. In spite of the brambles her knees arched up, stroked back and then up spastically. Her arms flailed against the brush. Supported by the sinewey stems her limbs pushed back and forth in midair. She was swimming, her arms and legs stroking fiercely into the briers propelling herself in rhythm to the fat cock that controlled her, contorted her body.
"Comming, commming. Fuck me lover. Cannanore fuck me." Spent jism was flooding out of her shit hole, streaming down into her cunt and over her thighs. And she couldn't get enough. She wanted more. "I need it," she shouted, "I need it. Give me more. I want come. Give me come. Give me more."
"Give me ... oh yes, yes, yes, yes!" she shrieked in rapid staccato as another wave of orgasm hurled itself over the quavering body and shot her again into ecstacy.
Cannanore's balls pumped and pumped until no jism was left. Even when he was dry and flaccid Christina's bunghole kept sucking at it, begging for more and more. She could not be satisfied. He lay his whole weight upon her and waited as he felt her interminable waves of orgasm finally slacken and pulse to a halt.
"More," she moaned pleadingly as at last her strong beautiful frame shivered to a stop. "I want more. Please give me more."
Together they rested, swaying gently on the bed of thorns. Christina's body was punctured and torn throughout by the sharp pricks. Yet all she could do was softly murmur, "more, more, more."
With a deep sigh feeling the strength return to his body Cannanore began to struggle up. He put his arms about her waist and roughly ripped her off of the thorn bush, still tightly impaled to his spent and softened cock. Her little shit hole was normally so tight that it was glued even now to his spent worm.
"More," she murmured dizzily as she struggled to keep her balance, "more, more." She bent slightly forward to accommodate his cock, arms hanging limply from her body. She was covered all over with little splotches of red where the thorns had dug in. Some still remained buried in her white creamy jugs and cunny. Gradually her eyes again focused on reality and she saw the group of five soldiers sitting impudently in front of her with their lascivious smiles.
But all she could say was, "more, more." Cannanore began to disengage himself but quickly the beautiful blond reached back to find his balls and stop him. "No," she moaned, "don't take it out. More. Please more. Don't take it out of me."
The mercenary laughed. Wrapping his arms about her and lifting her off the ground he carried her still impaled to a shadowy retreat. Together they lay down, bodies exhausted. Christina fell into a dizzy sleep, contentedly murmuring, "yes, more, more."