Chapter 8
Head still spinning Christina woke in the morning. Her body and muscles ached as she tried to stretch and move, the cuts and bruises from the night before tormenting her body. Every part of her was either numb or filled with piercing fire.
Remembering her lover's cock had been tightly wedged in her anus she tried to squeeze her sphincters to see if it were still there. But there was only numbness around her ass hole, no sensation left to her there. She stretched her hand behind her bottom and found that indeed the beautiful long cock was gone. Languidly she stuck a finger deep into her ass hole and proved there was no feeling left.
She felt the little rivulets of dried blood in her ass crack and her cheeks, knowing that her bunghole had been severely lacerated. Unable to control her bowels during the night she had shit frequently.
Painfully she stretched out her arm and laid her head on it, using it for a pillow. Quietly she drifted again into a lazy sleep. Only vaguely was she aware that she was alone, that the camp was deserted.
It was after noon before Christina awoke again. This time she was roused by a rough shaking from Captain Cannanore. He was alone.
"Wake up, Christina," he exhorted, "it's getting late."
She looked up at him with her lovely blue eyes and smiled. "My lover," she whispered, "more."
The tall black soldier laughed. "Not now. You'd better come with me. We found your brother. It's bad news."
"What? What's happened to him?"
"Come with me," repeated the tall black, turning and trotting back into the brushes. Immediately Christina was alert and awake. Ignoring her pain and her nakedness she hurried after him.
At the door of the house lay one Ugandan soldier, his stomach split open by machine gun fire. Their plan had worked to draw the general away from the building. In the basement they found August. He lay lifelessly stretched out on a long table. As they had done to Christina wet rawhide had been strapped to him and allowed to dry, cutting viciously into his torso.
A thinner small strip had been tightened about the base of his prick, causing it to squeeze the soft spear at that point to about the size of a dime. But the rest of his cock ballooned hugely upward, filled with blood and distorted fat and round. If she had not known it was a human penis she would not have recognized it. Bloated to fantastic size and looking like a huge frankfurter the shaft could not even be distinguished from the head.
"August," she moaned as she ran up to him. His mouth was open, his eyes glazed. He wasn't breathing. She placed her cheek against his face and felt the flesh cold and clammy.
"My God," she whispered, "they've killed him. They murdered him." Without asking she jerked a knife from the belt of one of the men and began to cut away the thongs. The strip about his swollen pecker was more difficult. She couldn't cut it so she attacked it with her fingers, breaking her nails in the attempt. At last she got it free and the swollen prod fell over his balls and onto the table with a thud, lying dormant between his legs. Still he did not move. Christina burst into tears.
"I'm sorry," said Cannanore, assuming his tenderest voice, placing an arm around the trembling, weeping naked girl. "I know it's ugly, but I thought you'd want to see what they had done to him."
"I hate them," she cried vehemently, "I hate them. I'll kill that fat ugly general for this. I'll kill him."
"Oh don't take it so 'ard Miss," broke in the little cockney crassly, "when you've seen as much of death as we 'ave you wouldn't get so upset."
"That's my brother," she moaned in shock at the callousness of his words. "You miserable little shit-head. All you know is murder ... and, and rape."
"Don't give me that, sister," retorted the soldier spitefully, "you liked it last night when Cannanore had his cock up your ass crack."
Christina flushed with embarrassment and anger. Without thinking her hand flashed out and struck him across his stubbled cheek.
"Well look at that," gasped the little cockney and the flat of his hand lashed out and slapped her across the cheek, then a second time and a third. He used all his strength to hit her and the pretty young blond reeled back against the table where her brother lay. Unhesitantly the little man forced her back upon the bench on top of the corpse. It was equipped with cuffs along the edge and he wrestled with her until her wrists were shackled. She lay there supine and panting, staring at him with vivid hatred.
Neither Cannanore nor the others made a move to stop him. In fact, all of them except the captain immediately began to strip. The tall black man lounged with arms folded, leaning against a wall with a bemused smile on his face.
"You filthy beasts," she hissed, "my brother's dead and you're going to rape me on top of his corpse. You're inhuman."
"Begin' your pardon, ma'am," said the wiry little man standing naked before her now, "but it won't make any difference to him. Now who wants what 'ole first?" he asked, turning to look at his comrades.
"I take shitty hole," responded the little Oriental immediately. "It look good last night." Without hesitation he climbed up on the table, took one of the blond's strong legs and heaved it up over his head and shoulders. Her bottom was twisted on its side. Like a worm he wiggled into position behind her back, propping himself up callously on her brother's body. He was already erect and with one shove he entered her body from the rear.
"Uh, uh, ohhh," moaned Christina, pain again shooting through her already ripped and overworked asshole. Scabs and scars were quickly torn open and a little trickle of blood began to flow again over her golden globes. But the Oriental meant to show no mercy, pumping stiffly into her to achieve his own satisfaction.
The others watched with enjoyment as the slender yellow prod pumped up into her, causing the beautiful girl to moan and twist in agony. Her tortured rectum pulsed with each thrust and her legs began to jerk in sympathetic muscle spasms. In her twisted position she jostled uncomfortably up and down on her beloved brother's body. With her hands bound she could do nothing to protest.
The other Negro left the group and climbed on the bench with them. His dong was long and fat, though not nearly as large as the phenomenal Captain Cannanore's. He squeezed himself between her awkwardly spread legs and pushed the fat tip of his prod against the tense and tightened lips of her thin cunny. The Oriental stopped for a moment with his peter fully implanted to allow easier entry for his partner.
"Oh please don't," she whimpered pathetically, "I hurt."
The sores from the brambles and from the repeated rapings of the night before had become alive again. Once more she was acutely aware of the fragility and sensitivity of her body.
The big black man ignored her and pushed his thick prod into her pussy. It was difficult with the other man's fat dick already stuck in her rectum, but at last-he made it. Both men could feel the other's prick fully through the thin wall that separated cunt from bowels.
The Oriental slid his cock back, the heavy knob catching on the sphincters of her tight ass hole and then shoved back. As his yellow cock fucked into her the black brought his back. Finding a rhythm together the two men alternated their humping so they pistoned back and forth in turns.
"Uh, u, u, u, u, u, u, u...," grunted Christina involuntarily in a rapid staccato tempo as their powerful crotches slammed hard and tight against cunt and ass. Her holes were dry. There was no pleasure for her but only a renewal of pain. She groaned and gasped open-mouthed as they pummeled her with growing intensity.
"No reason to let those pretty lips go to waste," sighed the little cockney perceptively. Climbing on top of her he dangled his lean furry balls before her eyes and slipped his dick into her already opened mouth.
She saw his filthy nuts above her, long hairs filled with little balls of shit and his open unwashed stinking bunghole only inches from her face. She felt the hard cock enter her mouth and press against her palate. There was nothing she could do to resist but she did not suck on it or lathe it with her tongue. The wiry Englishman fucked into it as if it were her cunt. Yet there was little satisfaction from her response.
"I don't think our little girl's having a good time of it," he said at last, ceasing his pounding tattoo between her lips. "Perhaps she needs a little more stimulation," he suggested looking quizzically about the room. His two companions ignored him and continued to screw relentlessly into her twat.
"Hey over there," continued the little man pointing to a bench in the corner. "Be a good chap and 'and me that sandpaper will you Cannanore."
With an amused smile the captain took a sheet of the gritty paper and handed it to his man. Again he relaxed against a post to watch the entertainment.
""Old it, black boy, 'old it just for a moment," the cockney said to his friend who was vigorously pumping into her quim. The man did as he was asked. Quickly the Englishman tore a thin strip of paper from the sheet and reached between the sweating body of the Negro and flat soft tummy of the gorgeous blond. Grabbing hold of her tender cunt lips he played with them till he found her reclusive little nub of a clitoris. Christina moaned and quivered as he pulled it free and out into the open. Expertly he pressed the end of the thin strip between her stretched opening and the black cock, deep into her hole. Pulling the rough sheet over her naked pulsing clit he ran it up to her pussy bush.
"That should do it," he whispered with satisfaction.
"Now every time he strokes in and out he'll give you a little extra thrill. Back to 'er, me boy, with a will." Immediately the Negro began to piston again into the pretty blond.
"Oh ... , groaned Christina with the first jab. "Ohh ... ohh ... oh, oh, oh." Her hips jerked spastically as the grit ground over her sensitive clitoris, chafing it cruelly.
As the girl continued to moan in mixed pain and pleasure the wiry man ripped off a large square of the stuff and grabbed one of her unbelievably beautiful boobs. Reverently like a connoisseur he let his hands play over the upright perfect pears. Rolling one gently between his fingers he studied its color and contour, felt how firm it was in spite of its large size.
"Lady," he said in admiration, "it's no sin on me to tell you 'at you 'ave the most beautiful pair of knockers I've ever seen installed upon a woman. And I've 'ad the ass of lots of ladies, believe me I 'ave. Some given, some paid for and some stolen-raped you'd say. But I never before 'ave seen such an utterly flawless brace of jugs."
Christina tried to ignore his words. The insistent ravishing of her cunt by the sandpaper was making her dizzy with feeling. It hurt but it pleased her, making her want more and more of the rasping sensation against her little nub. Her cunt began to oil, lubricating the fat prod with her creamy white stuff.
Not until the cockney took the rude sandpaper and touched it to her large orange-brown nipple did she pay any attention to him. He went at it with a will, gripping the slim top of her cone firmly in one hand and beginning to burnish the silver dollar sized tip industriously. Immediately it puckered, wrinkled, swelled and reddened.
"Ae, ae, oh, oh, God, God stop," she suddenly shrieked, her breast on fire. Her large cones felt like a volcano suddenly exploding burning lava at the top. "Stop it, stop it, stop it," she cried almost delirious with the sudden unexpected pain. The cockney only cackled gleefully as vigorously he scoured the sensitive tit.
Christina tried to arch her body to escape him. It was useless. The flame and pain continued to rack her chest. She could not get away. Her ass was firmly pinned between the two heavy alternating pistons. Her hips were jerking wildly out of her control from the extraordinary stimulation to her clit. Her arms were pinned securely to the table. Her muscles jerked and twisted as she struggled futilely to elude the boiling agony in her tit.
Then suddenly the pain in her nipple ceased. "Ah ... ah, ah," she tittered as she felt a warm hand caress over the tortured gland brushing away the particles of abrasive. The cockney looked down on the throbbing nipple proudly. Its large aureola had puckered and filled with blood, pushing up erect from her creamy mound a good inch. It had the shape and size of a large kumquat rising to a sharp needle point. The man knew it had never been this swollen and stiff before.
Under the coarse paper its colour changed, growing darker and redder. From its original rich orange-brown shade it had turned almost a purplish black. With satisfaction he compared the untortured, still flat broad nipple of her other breast with the now throbbing, vibrant and alive cupola crowning her trembling boob. Brushing away the traces of sandpaper from the chafed hillock he gently applied his lips. Christina squealed under him.
"Oh yes, yes," she moaned as she felt the cool moistness of his lips gradually engulf the puckered tip. How refreshing and tender it was. "Oh yes ... yes, it's good. Oh, God love you," she whimpered, "God love you."
Spontaneously she reached up and sucked one of his dangling hairy balls between her lips, rolling it about inside her mouth. She could feel the gentle attention of his tongue on her swollen tit, stroking and caressing it. The pain in her large melon had turned to a joy building up inside her bosom that soon would burst.
Unexpectedly she became aware of a new feeling in her twat. The two men had ceased pounding alternately into her ass. Instead they shoved in deep together, crowding each other in their struggle for room as they filled her two small holes. They were stiff and pensive and then suddenly they broke into orgasm. Hot thick fluid engulfed her cunt and shit hole, surging through them and filling them with ecstasy.
"Ae, ah, ah, ha, ha, haaa," she wailed as her own twat began to climax. From her waist on down Christina's body broke into abandoned orgasm. Her hips jerked, wrenched and weaved in mid-air as she fought to meet their steaming onslaught with her pelvis, pounding in delirious alternation between the two spewing pricks. Her legs wrapped clumsily but securely about their bodies, holding them tight and drawing them in.
But she was still aware of the exquisite gentle sweetness at the end of her breast. She could feel the gorgeous cool tongue bathe her distended nipple carefully, lathing it with tender consideration. His lips sucked and pulled at the too sensitive flesh, squeezing it into his mouth. She knew then she could come in two different places. She was frantically climaxing now in her cunt and shit hole but soon she would start climaxing in her breasts also.
"Oh, oh, oh it's wonderful," she crooned loudly, now taking the cockney's slender cock in her mouth. Eagerly she licked it, washed it with her little tongue. It was so full and meaty and filled with flavor. How she loved it. Why had she denied him? It was so beautiful and good. How she loved him.
"Oh, uh, uh hmmm," she moaned with her mouth stuffed full of the mushroom, still responding to the coming in her quim and bunghole. Streams of the stuff were still pouring into her, filling and churning inside the delicate grottoes, then squirting out the tight cracks. Coming in her cunt and starting to rise to climax in her jugs. What exquisite everlasting ecstasy. She forgave them all. She'd forgive all men if only they'd continue to fuck her like this over and over.
Rapidly the cockney played his tongue over the kumquat, feeling it throb to his every touch. His cock was fully implanted in the alive moist warmth of her mouth. She was sucking, eating, licking, kissing him to full bursting erection. Greedily he suckled the tortured nipple.
Finally the coming in her crotch was over. Both men were spent. With a groan of pure satisfaction she let her appeased twat grind to a halt. Yet still she kept sucking on the heated dick between her lips and still rejoiced in the stinging of her swollen cone.
The two dorks in her cunt and shit hole slipped out but almost immediately there were two more to replace them. Without missing a stroke as she pumped her lips rapidly up and down the cockney's lean pole, she arched her crotch high and relaxed the muscles in her hips and cunt. The pretty girl stretched her beautiful firm legs wide to easily accommodate the new entrants.
Again she felt the welcome penetration of two hard dorks into her quim and asshole. From their length she knew neither was Cannanore but she didn't mind. She'd love them all as long as they kept fucking her. That was the only requirement now for her affection. To be fucked and fucked and fucked endlessly without stopping.
Suddenly she was coming in her breasts. Her chest began to arch up and down with unbelievable rapidity like a pneumatic hammer, shoving and forcing her young hard tip into the man's mouth. Just as fiercely she sucked, pulled and frigged his hard peter with her lips. She needed him to come. Wanted him to fill her mouth, nose, throat with his rolling jism.
But the lower half of her body was not yet again in full ecstasy. Methodically, carefully her hips rolled and surged to engulf the two new pricks into her cunt and ass, squeezing them and holding them tight inside her gooey warmth. Her body was split, her cunt and her breasts acting as if from two different nervous systems.
At last the cockney was climaxing in her throat. Her boobs began to surge and flop in their own abandoned orgasm. If only her hands had been free she would have forced his face over the pulsing mounds until the entire of her huge melon had been pushed into his mouth. She would have strangled him, suffocated him with them.
Eagerly she drank the jism that fountained into her, deluged her gaping mouth. Yet she prayed and sucked for even more as she felt her tit quivering deliriously between his lips.
Then again there was pain. A sharp burning infuriated her breast, drove her to screaming agony. Her climax was stopped in mid-consumation, her senses suspended in limbo. He was biting her now, digging his sharp, craggy yellow teeth firmly into her plump quaking nipple. He was trying to rip it from her breast.
Where had all the pleasure gone? Christina was again aware of everything about her and its ugliness. Her mouth was full of the dying snaked squirting its last wads down her throat. The sharp teeth dug mercilessly and irresistibly into her soft boob. Two unwanted, strange cocks were plummeting selfishly into her aching throbbing cunt and shit hole. She was acutely aware of the sandpaper still torturing her already bleeding and distorted little clitoris.
Yet her body was stiff and tense. Her ass kept working with its primeval rhythm to satisfy the engorged prods that filled it, her legs flailing the air spastically.
Her tits continued to screw, squirm and bounce as she tried to force them deeper into her lover's mouth. Caught in the middle of orgasm before its conclusion Christina was intensely aware she was being raped, tortured and humiliated. But her body was ready, needing the orgiastic relief. She could not control it. In spite of her will and awakening, her ass continued to screw frantically, seeking the necessary satisfaction.
His cock still quivering but spent, the cockney pulled himself out of her mouth, nestling the crack of his ass over her nose and mouth. She could hardly see for the hard buttocks resting over her eyes. Viciously he dug his teeth once more into the tip of her cone and let go with a nasty slurping sound.
"Suck my shit hole," the little man commanded, arching over to punish her breasts rudely. His fingernails dug into the palpitating nipples and Christina squealed like a pig. She knew he was irresistible. Closing her eyes to reality she stuck out her little pink tongue, probing his puckered brown porthole.
The cockney's sharp pointed fingers dug into her breasts like claws, puncturing and tearing the skin. His fingernails ripped at her flesh. He bit at the point of her nipples till they bled.
"No, no don't," she insisted, "please don't."
"Don't beg, suck," he demanded. "Suck my shit hole." His words were emphasized by sharp pains in both boobs.
Without more protest she began to dig her tongue into the tight brown hole. Placing her lips as close as she could she sucked at the opening. Anything to escape the agony in her cones.
In her cunt and asshole the two men were plumbing her vigorously, their cocks excited by the hot clinging envelope. Her ass rocked in tune to their rhythm, defenseless against the onslaught.
Unexpectedly the force between her legs became more insistent. Both men were fully implanted in her now, their bodies pressed tight against hers and screwing wildly. They were near to coming. Christina was not ready for them yet. She tried to pull her cunt away, to concentrate on the awful duty of her mouth.
But again it was futile. Hard and long the two pricks churned inside her cunt and bowels. The sandpaper scraped repeatedly and recklessly across her swollen clit. Her body was tightening, the muscles in her stomach and legs pulling together in expectation of the abandoned release.
"Oh God, I can't let it happen," she moaned to herself. "Not again, not now."
But the demanding pricks skewered her, beginning to grind against her in a primordial rhythm that caught her cunt in its midst. Deep, deep inside she felt them probe. Her twat was alive with them. Then came the faint pulsing, the basic animal rhythm from down inside their bodies. Resistance was useless.
"Oh, oh God no. God yes. Yes ... oh, oh yes!" she cried as suddenly she was alive with their coming. Her ass churned and pumped to welcome their hot boiling jism. It filled her like a God decreed nectar, shooting endlessly into her.
At that moment the cockney again grabbed her breasts furiously at their fat base, his nails digging painfully into her flesh. Once more he shoved his fat cock into Christina's mouth and muffled her screams. Diligently he squeezed the thick fat in his hand, crushing her breast in between his fingers. Gradually the width of her boobs against her chest became narrower than the tops. The ends of her pretty melons began to balloon out over his fists, turning an agonizing bright red.
Christina screamed and shrieked in pain in spite of the huge dong buried between her lips. But the cockney never ceased. The powerful muscles in his arms were straining, he grit his teeth with exertion, the blood vessels on his forehead stood out grotesquely. And still he crushed the pliant boobs beneath his hands as if to pinch them off at their very base. There was nothing for Christina again but hot pain.
And then immediately she exploded into complete abandoned orgasm. Toes twitching and curling, legs flailing the air as they knotted and twisted spastically, her cunt began to lead the rhythm of the fucking with its own primitive pulsing. She couldn't stop it. Didn't want to. Everything was all right, beautiful, as she kept fucking, fucking, fucking.
Greedily she began to suck on the cockney's prick. She arched her chest up to receive the fire in his fingertips, causing them to ache from delirious cruelty.
"Fuck me, fuck me," she moaned wildly. "Everything okay. Just fuck me. Oh God I'm coming. Oh, oh, God it's good. Fuck me. Come in me. Tear me apart. Rip off my boobs. Just fuck, fuck, fuck. Oh God forgive me it's good. Coming. Yes, yes, me comming. Oh yes. Come in me. Come in me. Please. Everybody come in me."
Her mouth already filling again with his jism the wiry little man pulled it out and began to work his spewing cock up and down her face, smearing the yellow goo over her cheeks, chin, nose, onto her ears and into her hair. She loved it. She groveled her head against the randy fountain, catching it all upon her body.
She was alive. Fantastically alive. Mind and body were united. There was neither pain nor joy but the fantastic freedom, the indescribable freedom of a woman being fulfilled, totally aware of herself, knowing for the first time that she had been made only for fucking and to be fucked.
Pinned by the three men, hands still tied to the table she bounced, jerked, swayed, writhed on her brother's corpse as wave after wave of unrestrained orgasm crescendoed over her. Her mouth was full of the moistness of life, her cunt and asshole its hardness. Everything was balanced, just and rewarding. All was good: pleasure and pain, fulfillment and deprivation. It all blended into a spontaneous convulsive unity.
Long after the men's cocks were spent, Christina continued to shake and quiver with paroxysms of joy. Her flesh still rippled with delight as they crawled off of her, letting her body lay cross-like on the body of her younger brother. She was still dizzy, only half-conscious when they released her from the board and brought her to her feet. Taking one of their hands she followed them as they ran back to the camp. It was almost dark when they arrived.
But the reality of what had happened to her brother once again infected her and she sat, face still caked and smeared with come, sobbing quietly. It meant little to Cannanore. When the mood struck him he picked her up by the armpits and forced her on her knees and elbows. Taking her from the rear he alternated between cunt and asshole.
She did not resist but there was no joy for Christina. Even though she felt the urgent readiness of his fantastic dong her only reality was her burning tears as she mourned for August. Her ass did not even twitch when at long last he emptied his jism into her. Finished the captain shoved her over on her side into the prickly grass, there to sleep until sunrise.
Through bleary eyes she looked at them, her six saviours. Her thoughts were deep and black. She wondered which was worse: the general who murdered her brother .or the mercenary captain who abused her body without love or respect for her feelings. Both men were selfish and capricious, showing no respect for human life.
But she had learned something of the general's logic under his tutelage. Captain Cannanore knew the western virtues and despised them. He had been enjoined not to kill and to love his neighbor. Yet he liked to kill, to murder, and for love he substituted violent domination. But the general held no malice towards his victims. Whether he was fond of them or not he would slaughter them simply as a matter of course because it was his position in life to do so and it gave him passing delight. There was no personal animosity involved.
And even when the general had tortured her and fucked her, she had known that it was purely because it was his whim to watch a prisoner squirm under his power, suffer at his will, to be a hot willing receptacle to his orgasms. But Cannanore had strived only to debase her, destroy her will and make her recognize him as the sole cause of her agony. The general stated he was not a humanist, saw no lasting value in human life or well-being. Yet the captain sensed its value to the hilt, reveled in it, and deliberately set out to destroy it for others.
For the mercenary leader life was short and dirty, full of cruelty, beginning when he was born and to end when he died. The general saw himself as unimportant. Chieftains were meant to indulge themselves while in power but he himself was not important. It was the place of leaders, of chiefs and generals in the history of their tribe. If he died tomorrow the only important consideration was whether there was someone just like him to replace him, to continue in his capricious, mad, inhumane, self-indulgent way as a leader of his people.
All in all Christina decided that Captain Cannanore was the most despicable. Yet it was the general she hated for he had killed her brother. She vowed somehow to revenge him as she drifted off to sleep.