Mutiny In Léopoldville

[HistBuff]

@HistBuff
What a great, never-ending story!

@Histbuff: This episode is right up my taste, as you probably know

Thanks @Blue !
Anal rape is so much against Congolese values, I preferred to wait until late in the story before unleashing this

[Claire]

And to the top your story goes! Congratulations again on making it to the Popular Stories board!

[Blaster]

Superb work ! The rotation between the women allows Catarina to be the center of gravity without things getting repetitive.

[Blaster]

Superb flow of action. I was wondering if you would get back to the pilot. Wild story. All hell is breaking lose all over.

[Claire]

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[HistBuff]

Superb flow of action. I was wondering if you would get back to the pilot. Wild story. All hell is breaking lose all over.

Thanks @Blaster ! I'm a bit puzzled as to how and when this will end, but yeah, I was absolutely getting back to the Soviet pilot; since she's so very racist, it was she who got the giant black cock

[Blaster]

Keep up the good work !!! I'm wondering about a flashback to one of the military bases with assorted wives, daughters, nurses, etc. Or possibly the discovery, in the hotel, of a student group from a girl's college in Dublin or Glasgow. I suspect that the men do not see a lot of red heads in Congo. Just a passing thought.

[HistBuff]

Tatiana spent a heavy time under Zambesi, getting crushed half to death and barely able to breathe, imprisoned under his mountain of mud-brown blubber. Forced. Forced to endure his gaze on her. Hammered. He was Too big! This encounter was impossible!

Her husband was whiter than death as he watched, restrained by laughing soldiers from the Force publique, his own cock hard from seeing her thighs so white against Zambesi! A perpetual pounding where dark Africa gave a white man's thundering worst nightmare. And yet he wanted more than ever to fuck her. His wife! To punish her and scream a big load inside her for letting herself be raped by negroes...

Zambesi, the African version of a sumo wrestler, kept sweating all over her pretty face as she kept looking away in disgust; he kept hammering her deep and hard amid the general laughter and jeering, always pounding her propped up on his arms, where he had full leisure to contemplate the jiggling offering of her free-moving breasts.

His grunts were getting increasingly deep and savage, just as his tempo inside her.

The Soviet Lt. Colonel felt him all too deep inside her. And while nodding to her bobbing face, he enjoyed the devastation of her defeated tits as he kept hammering her. The worst she had ever felt.

When Zambesi finally exploded, he shouted, "K-KONGOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" right at her sweat-covered face. So loud was his final scream that the whole Memling Hotel seemed to shake on its very foundations! With his sperm all spent inside her, the big fat man kissed her panting mouth and said Thank You in French she unfortunately understood well enough.

Then three or four young privates closed a tight circle around her face, all three teenage soldiers kneeling as if praying, but masturbating their brown batts above her face that looked strangely prettier as she shed tears of shame. Amid this confused reunion of naked negroes, Zambesi was still panting and sweating like a pig, but also cupping her tits under his big hammy hands, with fingers that looked like sticks of black licorice into her yielding flesh.

This while the youngsters masturbated like frantic tribe boys over the blonde's face.

"AAYY-UUGHH!" "hhmmnnggggggggghh!" "Hhrrrrnnyygddjjhhnn!" "Huuuuuunnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn..."

Tatiana heard their groans as they gave her a hot shower of spunk. All their jism landed on her face, and her husband was there to see it. They made sure of it. He was hard as a baobab! As crazy as a white monkey! They laughed.

They finally allowed the Soviet Major to rape his own wife in their midst.

He moved like a horny dog onto her. Tatiana met him with her eyes filled with blue surprise, and disgust in her sperm-coated face!

"G-get off me! I--- No! I, I outrank you!" she hollered at his face, seeing the savagery in her husband's face as he penetrated her.

"Wrap your legs around me, honey!" he said in Russian.

"No! I outrank you! I outrank you I say!"

"Your legs around me! Aaaaahh! YEah! You're... a good fuck!"

"I outrank you! This is not appropriate! No I... I outrank you! I outrank you all!"

"Aah aah aaaaaahhhh yeaaahhh.... A good great fuck!" shouted the white husband as he raped his wife, pounding her like a horny monkey as he inadvertently wrapped her legs around him and a loud, heated wall of jeers and catcalls surged around him as he kept drilling her for oil.

"I outrank you!" she kept repeating, her mind back in Korea where her own mind raped her by running that fantasy where a bunch of Chinese pilots took their turns inside her, where they had cornered her at night in a hangar filled with silent Migs. "I outrank you all! This is not supposed to be!" And as she kept repeating this, Tatiana began to feel weightless as that cock kept hammering her without mercy.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA...."

In one scream, both of them climaxed. They no longer knew where they were. Her husband had turned Chinese.

***

Downstairs, Caterina Valente was the toast of the town. Lost in a world of Negroes. Surrounded by their cocks. They seemed indefatigable. Amid the never-ending orgy of cries and grunting triumphs where brown hands took their full leisure to violate and explore the white women, they loved to keep Caterina in their midst and admiring how gorgeous she was...

... the French-born Italian girl with the kneeling dream of her legs, of her white ass, her hourglass curves that had lost their secrets to them, the black carpet between her dancer's legs, and her shoulder-length hair that made it plain she personified Europe being violated by a legion of Negroes who loved to make her pretty face look even whiter as she kept getting slapped by hard Congolese cocks.

And as they sensed she was broken and amusingly submissive, the rapists violated her mouth! Her face! Each man would grab her hair, order her to "open her lovely European mouth"!

The forced fellatios came hard and deep! Forcing her to sing a different song. They gave her the true pungent taste of Congo!

"We want to make sure you don't forget us, Caterina!" a Corporal Jean-Baptiste Klimbo uttered, clutching the black silky dream of her hair while raping her face. He said Caterina while caressing her name like a tropical zephyr! And then he gave her a long, hard-groaning ejaculation that she had to swallow. Kneeling and gracefully naked, and white, amid this dark cohort of naked men. Mutinied soldiers and hotel staff. All of them smiling in their sin.

Caterina felt them down her throat! The taste of musk exploded in her head! What shocked her is she had now got used to it. She moved herself along with those hands holding her head in an attempt to minimize the pain from her pulled hair as the man, whoever he was, kept grunting above her like a feral baboon! She was surrounded with whooping sounds and catcalls! Her sensual nightmare come painfully true.

"She loves it! Look how she takes it! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!"

"All night long, honey! All night long! No shortage of cocks!"

"Say you love Congolese cocks! Say it! Say it now, baby-doll!"

She gave no answer but some gurgling sound as her tongue and palate where in direct brush with the man's cigar. And the said man now had his face wide open with eyes that were in a happy seizure as he tried to grasp the unreal reality he was in, as he blissfully let himself get taken by God's delight! And took his relief! Inside the mouth of the star singer, Caterina Valente!

"AAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaahhnnn..."

The ropes filled Caterina's gullet and she swallowed all of it like a brave girl. She felt firm hands on her buttocks along with whistles. She was spitting some of the goo when the next man came and took her head, then shoved his own tropical splendour inside her mouth. She briefly recognized him as that boy whose job is to clear the tables at this restaurant. Now the boy spoke to her with power and authority:

"Smoke the cigar, white girl! Smoke my big brown cigar, baby-doll!"

More gurgling sounds from Caterina, another explosion of musk in her mouth! Followed with a short-lived bout of head pounding spiced with musk and grunts, then followed with that familiar twitching against her palate, then the sperm's salty taste with delicate notes of ammonia from drops of piss.

She even felt his veins against her tongue, her senses enhanced by her exhaustion, her survival instincts. More hands on her. They keep touching her everywhere! Still gone crazy with disbelief in their negro's eyes. A white girl! Naked! Gorgeous! Something that could never happen! But it was physically possible. Their touching hands were proving it.

Hotel staff, civilians who had heard the rumor and found the happy misfortune of whites, and a great many soldiers would learn how wonderful it feels to be inside Caterina's mouth. She lost count of the men and boys who would pull out of her and paint her face with the heat of their loads. They poured banana beer on her head, many times over, laughing all the time as they forced her to take more cocks inside her mouth. They all raped her face with unrestrained abandon, sometimes in absolute frenzy.

Caterina's world was dark. Dark skin. Dark cocks. She had too much of it. Kneeling on her sore knees, she looked up and around her at them, with imploring eyes! But they kept coming. Always more of them.

Whenever she got glimpses of the others, she saw nothing but a devastation of humiliations being repeatedly inflicted on white girls, all of whom were just as naked as herself, their clothes a distant, shredded memory in the ever-bobbing head of their shattered thoughts, as they were raped, raped again, raped and then raped some more by those brutes. Especially in their pussy. Often in their mouths. And sometimes deep in their ass.

Congolese men loved to do a girl doggy-style, holding her hips and contemplating her ass as he'd pound her until the unreal relief and the wild, unfathomable satisfaction of finally getting back at those white pigs by raping their women, their daughters!

By now the soldiers and the hotel staff had learned many times over that the youngsters who got deflowered were the ones who screamed the shrillest.

"Mutti! Mutti! Nein! NEEIIN!" screamed a girl from Munich, her pretty little fists still clenched where they restrained her wrists, pinned as she was on the same restaurant table where they had kept her for hours, where an endless row of Negroes enjoyed the heat between her legs, the slender treasures of her young nakedness and the silky softness of her inner thighs as they all felt she was worth raping naked, skin on skin as they imposed this soul-shattering intimacy upon this proverbial German Fräulein.

The lovely thin blonde from Munich kept calling her mom as she kept being deflowered over and over again by men with thick lips and nightmare faces whose eyes couldn't believe they were seeing her naked, her chest and nipples revealed in their dancing milkiness as they kept jiggling along with her cries and whimpers. Soldiers commented and laughed as they said this was how a European restaurant should be like; a naked maiden on each table! Just as free as a glass of water.

The scene was etched forever in Caterina's soul as she kept being forced-fed with well-girthed cocks. How worse must it be for this girl who was still only a maiden! Now broken with a bloody pussy as she must had been raped dozens of time.

"Lotte! Lotte!" cried her mother, also naked and crying where she was held bent over the next table and well served by smiling local men. This while Lotte's father and elder brother kept being hit for fun with rifle butts and made to watch!

Lotte's brother had the added "pleasure" of being forced to watch the degradation of his own fiancee. The worst was he was still a virgin and she too, was until then. They were a God-fearing Catholic couple waiting for their wedding night. Heidi's virginity had now been made a thing of the past.

Until that day, Heidi had been a happy nineteen-year-old girl about to get married to a man she was crazy of. Her life had seemed so wonderfully arranged. At 22, Thomas was finishing his studies and had an engineer job waiting for him for Volkswagen. All of it was now meaningless amid the chaos where Hell had demons had invited themselves. Dark-faced fiends. And their cocks.

The Sergeant-Major leading the first attack had noticed Heidi and what he'd call "chocolate-hazel eyes" with her skin profoundly ivory-white against her simple ponytail chestnut hair. He had decided that she looked like a young Judy Garland, for she had a rather short nose, a face from heaven and eyes that seemed bright with a holy light.

Heidi, her eyes filled with shock and disbelief, had been seized by jeering soldiers as she saw the famous Caterina Valente getting also grabbed by other African soldiers, who laughed under their tan garrison caps as they tore Caterina's cream-yellow sweater and forced the exposure of her breasts. "Even her?!" Heidi had thought amid the life-altering confusion where she shared Caterina's fate, her ears filled with the sharp tearing of her own cardigan and blouse, a neat green and white ensemble she had worn at school for years.

Heidi would never forget the first time a soldier sucked her breasts and engulfed one in his mouth, amid the grinning multitude whose eyes seemed lighted from the women's panicked screams, and Heidi had suddenly felt the air on her stripped-naked butt as they ripped her skirt and her panties, to defile the secrets of her curves that only Thomas was supposed to enjoy. Knowing that Thomas and his father were there to see this only made it worse. They knew!

Heidi had been tried out on the floor with penetrative success, learning brutally what it felt like to have a strong Congolese man on top of her, inside her. Exploding inside her and yelling "Congo!" against her Judy Garland face! Mostly soldiers, but as time went on, she recognized an elevator boy, then a waiter as she realized the hotel staff were partaking.

And all this time she heard Lotte's shrill screams. Her mind shut down and she quit trying to resist. Heidi refused to accept this was happening as her head kept bobbing on the restaurant's floor. Now raped by some forty-something civilian who lost plenty of frothing slobber on her face before kissing her as he relieved himself with a long growl that got lost somewhere in her throat as he kept forced-kissing the German Jungfrau.

The cook was naked, except for his white chef's hat that looked tall and grotesquely out of place, as he moved Lotte around and forced the exhausted girl to bend over the table, and Lotte's beat-up father had to watch!

With his powerfully hard cigar, the hotel's chef began to cook Lotte! He raped her pussy with glee! Running his hands on her virginal butt as he kept feeding her his well-girthed strokes until he soon was vanquished by the excess of delicacy against him, and he let go of an epic load! Lotte felt the twitching inside her and the humiliating heat!

Thomas was then pushed against her and ordered to rape his own sister!

Lotte shrieked like a demented girl when she saw her brother! Naked from the waist down. His pale cock pointing at her! Thomas, his nose broken and his face bruised into a half-unrecognizable state, tried to calm her down, but as soon as he lay a hand on her, the naked sister shrieked even shriller!

"NEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIIN!"

Thomas slapped her. She kept shrieking amid laughing soldiers who restrained her. Her brother slapped her again, this time harder, and then he punched her and she stopped, looking at him in shock, then she raised her shoulders and stood on her knees, looking up at her elder brother with empty eyes.

The brother knelt down near her and gently nudged her into lying down on the floor, before quietly settling himself on top of her, telling her to calm down in Munich's tongue, telling her it wasn't her fault, that the Liebe Gott would forgive her, as it wasn't her fault. All this time, the noisy circle of mutinied soldiers laughed and cheered at them.

Lotte yelped as Thomas penetrated her, then she remained silent, her head gently bobbing as he exerted himself upon and inside her, grunting louder and louder as he began saying he loved her!

Tears endlessly streaming down her eyes, Lotte heard his grunting confession as he passed his edge, and with nothing but horror in her, she felt his brotherly twitching inside her and heard his long-winded groan as he spewed a monstrous load deep inside his own sister, amid a circle of laughing beer-drinking soldiers in various states of undress.

Lotte's father was then brought near Caterina! He recognized the lovely singer instantly. Once, he had been there when she sang Wo Meine Sonne Scheint, only three years before.

Now she was naked, displayed in the beautiful perfection of her late twenties, with breasts that were still just as firm and non-sagging as years earlier, almost still budding like a teen's boobs, with brown nipples that strongly invited him.

The dapper father, his clothes now in disarray, didn't need any prompting to move near Caterina. He knelt down to be with her and plunged on her chest with a mix of awkward urgency and feral desire!

"Aaaaahhrrrr! I had always-- Always wanted. This!!!" the father said as he savagely cupped the breasts of the star singer and began to suck and lick them like a mad-house escapee who had stumbled into a lone girl! Those tits tasted like banana beer with strong notes of spunk.

Now down on her back and so fiercely assaulted, Caterina let the older man have his way. He was soon inside her, where he could see her disarrayed, sperm-crusted face from up close as he was the prisoner of a wonderful nightmare where he was raping Caterina Valente!

Oh, how hard he was! How pretty was that sperm-crusted face of hers! In his mind, he relived the time where he witnessed Heidi's brutal undressing at the hands of the soldiers. How she screamed in her beauty! Heidi did look like a young Judy Garland! He had almost ejaculated inside his trousers when the soldiers had bared her bosom and her breasts had come into surreal view with the final tearing of her blouse and bra! Almost like seeing Judy Garland topless amid jeering negroes!

His mind filled with his fantasy about his son's fiancée, he rested his weight on his elbows and gave his utmost will to enjoy each passing drop of the sweat-filled seconds that turned into minutes where the brave Catholic Vater thanked God for allowing him to stay so long inside Caterina Valente!

The joy in his face frightened her! Like the face of a wide-smiling clown with a form of dark jealousy in his eyes; a clown that terrified children and girls!

But then a devil commandeered her body and she suddenly realized she was wrapping her legs around him and even crossing her ankles on top of his straining buttocks as he kept feeding her his madman's strokes, and washing her face with his slobber, covering her crusted face with kisses galore, repeatedly pounding her with his mouth wide open where all social rules had fallen.

"Aaah aaaaah aaaaaaaa aaaa aaaaannNOO! NO! nNNOOOO!" she moaned in her Italian, each "No!" adding fuel to her build-up. Until she went weightless under him and tightened the prison of her legs, squeezing her ankles together, oblivious of the erotic show of feet all nearby men could enjoy, as she finally screamed and shivered in the father's arms.

Hit by a massive climax, just as he screamed in her face like a German ogre in the final act of deflowering a King's daughter during the sacking of a capital. He filled her with Catholic semen, his eyes filled with the reality of her, while his mind was the prisoner of a fantasy where he finished raping Heidi or Judy Garland.

There had been something eerily familiar to her in the force and rhythm of the father's strokes. Caterina was used to be fucked by Germans.

***

She closed her eyes and had flashbacks filled with heat and Soviet uniforms out of her worst nightmares. She then became aware of another man on top of her. Not a negro.

As she opened her eyes, Caterina recognized the man. The Swiss tourist! He was kissing her, telling her how sorry he was, that they were making him do it, and how beautiful she was, and asking her if she would ride him! The Swiss tourist whose daughter she had signed an autograph for.

"M-my daughter, my sweet Lydia, I... I dunno where she is... sent her running upstairs... Must be in our room..." he blurted in rapid-fire German. "Would you ride me, Miss?" the Swiss tourist then asked again, just as politely as if asking for an autograph.

Caterina didn't want to think about what may have happened to Lydia. Like in a slow-motion dream, she nodded, and the Swiss man helped her in mounting on top of him while he lied down on his back, and amid the loud laughter from the Congolese men, he lived the experience of having Caterina Valente riding his cock, with her dreamy eyes cast low upon him! He went freakishly hard at the glorious sight of her high-riding breasts!

The man was still handsome for his forty-something years. She actually would have been interested if he had asked her out for a date, back when her life was normal, like two days before. Before this happened. Now she felt a mix of revulsion and pity for the man whose daughter had been probably met with a very grim fate, but she forced herself to think Lucy was safe in hiding.

The Swiss tourist gently caressed Caterina's "fabelhaft" legs as she gently moved herself on top of him, feeling the social violation inside her and trying to make him last longer, because he was gentle. She had a series of moans come out of her when he slid his hands from her thighs, up her sides until he was cupping her breasts, always gently, and she moved herself on him in a way she felt was most pleasurable and least painful for her, her mind a tumult of confused contradictions, and all this amid the jeers and laughter and whistling catcalls from all the negroes whose eyes kept drinking her Italian beauty.

One Sergeant then walked to her and gave her his cock to suck. He sternly commanded her to massage it with both hands. And as she felt the tourist deep inside her sore pussy, Caterina stoically ignored the pain and did as she was told, finding once again something terrifyingly erotic in the act of being a slave to African men and taking that brown thing in her hands. The glamorous singer had long lost the day gloves of decency.

She felt his veins under her fingertips. His cock was a bulging branch that screamed "Congo has won!" as her white fingers caressed it, and the tall, well-built man smiled down on her, still wearing his tan colonial uniform. This while the Swiss tourist was deep inside her, his hands now cupping her butt as he kept making her his girl. The legion of onlookers cheering to the threesome where Caterina was the star.

The Sergeant then put his thing inside her mouth and grabbed her head, and began to fuck her face in quiet motions, making the threesome more African.

The Swiss under Caterina gave her the full benefit of his stiffness inside her as he kept caressing her legs and hips while his eyes remained filled with disbelief. He was having sex with Caterina Valente while watching her taking a well-girthed Congolese cock in her mouth, her wet lips forming an ever-moving seal as time stops. She's so perfect for this double fuck in black and white!

The Swiss loses nothing of the surreal motions of Caterina's ever-moving breasts as all three of them are moving and grunting together. Caterina's quietly brown areolas are the circles of his world as he feels her ungodly soft skin under his hands, especially on her legs, on her boobs! Her slightly puffed nipples and her close proximity to this negro Sergeant finally prove too much for him...

"Aaaahrr yyaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAA AAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAA AAA AAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYAA NNNNNNNNNNNNNNHHH!!!"

It was already over! What a rush! He had wanted to shout "Caterina!" but he had forgotten when his ability to think died as he exploded inside her, inside her vagina?! where his throbbing cock met the end of its adventure beneath her velvety triangle of raven hair. Raging ropes of semen shot out and filled this moment he would never forget. As he ejaculated, he even felt it was all right that these troops were raping all the white women they could get their hands on. He almost felt he was one of them!

TO BE CONTINUED.

[HistBuff]

Upstairs, Sergeant-Major Daniel Bokungu had just learned he was to be promoted right up there to Lt. Colonel as the Force publique was to be nationalized as the National Congolese Army, and the officer corps was to be Africanized.

The only Africanization he cared about right at this moment was the one he was blissfully inflicting on the young person of Katyusha, the ambassador's daughter, or perhaps his niece; he didn't care what she was to this white pig. All he cared about was the grace and softness of her legs and feet as he raped her at three or four o'clock for a tragic fourth time; hugging her thighs as he took her deep and hard and she moaned on that well-used mahogany table, looking up at him and the other negroes holding her there, her eyes like oases of beauty and panic and exhausted confusion.

Daniel Bokungu couldn't get enough of this sense of pure transgression as he gave this white Soviet girl the full benefit of his hard cock, where each new stroke was a political statement that Congo was now free from European rule.

"And this is why we're fucking your girls right in front of yee!" he uttered between his clenched teeth as his bucking thrusts caused Katyusha's tits to jiggle along with his renewed fury while her exhausted face offered a pretty landing place for yet another blast of banana beer being poured on her.

The Ambassador knew French. He understood. He also understood that the entire hotel had been overrun by these macaques and they were now systematically gang-raping each and every white girl in the Memling Hotel. Perhaps hordes of Congolese troops were sacking the entire city and grabbing all the European women they could get their hands on. The disaster was absolute and beyond repair. Léopoldville was past any remedy; it needed to be blasted like Hiroshima.

"AAAAAAAAYYY UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUHHH!!!" Daniel Bokungu yelled as he detonated inside Katya while her long dark hair registered his final blast as a troubled play of light where negro hands kept stroking it all around her face while others couldn't stop patting her breasts. This Soviet peach was so gorgeous naked!

The prize of her dark pussy hair was yet again violated by yet another Congolese soldier. They knew this would be the one and only night they'd have to do this. Orders would come in the morning, no doubt, and they'd have to let the Soviet delegation leave peacefully, with whatever dignity they would have left.

Sergeant-Major Daniel Bokungu also knew that those planes at the Belgian-controlled airport would be leaving filled with refugees and then come back filled with Belgian troops! He and his boys had little fun time left.

***

Downstairs, in the restaurant turned brothel, the women had long been stripped out of their dresses by those uniformed macaques, at present oblivious of the international landscape and the danger they would be in within the next 48 hours. The rapes went on unabated, endless. The firm colonial barriers that had always been so strong, had been crushed! Suddenly, white women and their daughters were available! At last! They could be touched.

After all women stranded in that lobby restaurant had been filled up and covered ad nauseam by negro spunk, their husbands had been forced to fuck another man's wife or daughter as the soldiers found it funny to try out all sorts of social violations.

Some of the white beat-up men now screamed like brutes as they blissfully shot a massive load inside a daughter only half their age. Marriages were shattered as things happened that shouldn't have.

A man's virgin son found himself kissing the maddeningly attractive butt of Caterina Valente; his young cock as stiff as a cricket slugger of hard oak from the Forest of Sherwood, except he was a Belgian lad. As the soldiers kept her bent over that same table, Caterina was secretly enjoying the lad's touch on her hips. He was so young and innocent! Her sore pussy was killing her, and yet a growing part within her wanted him inside her. She had no shame left as her bad wartime memories blended in something she had no name for.

Finally, the lad entered inside her without warning. He proved surprisingly strong and sure in his strokes, and this caused Caterina to moan as the heat grew fast within her. She was being fucked by a lad! The soldiers around her were having a good laugh.

"Looks like our star singer loves boys!"

"She sure does! Listen how she whimpers!"

In his tentative grip on her hips, the lad kept thrusting himself inside Caterina, his eyes just like the rest of him; filled with wonder as he quickly reached the edge and felt an incredible explosion of bliss, almost painful, as he intensely erupted with a huge load inside the older girl.

"Oooaaahhh ooooooooooooo..." the lad uttered, while his own mother was busy being forcibly fucked by a black kitchen boy. And he collapsed on his knees where his head rested on the fascinating vastness of a woman's buttocks. Caterina's! And he began to lick those peachy buns, still out of breath and full of sweat as he entered his adult life amid the laughter of soldiers.

"Not bad for a first time, kid! But here, we'll show you how it's done!" said a burly Sergeant as he tossed the lad away from Caterina. Then, the singer was once again kept in her usual bent-over position as the Sergeant and several more Congolese gave her a sustained barrage of tropical heat. Watching the lad take her like a grown-up man had got them horny again.

"Aaaaaaaaahhhh!" "Uuuuuugghhh!" Caterina heard as she felt each successive soldier blast a load inside her, while her cheek kept sliding on that damned tabletop where she could see a girl who looked like a young Judy Garland getting also forcibly fucked against the nearest table, her white ass in plain display for a bunch of horny hotel staff who urgently explored her pussy with their repeated thrusts. There was something disturbingly poetic in that girl's hip crease with all those hands that kept touching her right down to her angel's feet. The soldiers magnified how white she was.

***

"Enjoy the party while it lasts, Yankee girl! Uuuugghhh!" uttered a Corporal Matatumbo as he filled up Patti with a load that was augmented by two facts. One, he was violating White America with an unfathomable sense of satisfaction. Two, he gave her the favour of taking her on a restaurant table with her legs up, where the tips of her feet kept brushing his dark smiling face! He had no idea how many girls in USA thought of something like this with a mix of fear and fascinated excitement.

Another horny soldier took this same singer of the Poni-Tails in the same feet-in-face way and during the frantic rape that followed, the Yankee girl kept feeling the unthinkable encounter between her feet and this negro's face. These men had endless energy! The irony was, she was being fucked savagely, just like she would dream of! She cried, because it was for real. She hated her own mind and body for sometimes enjoying it.

This wasn't supposed to happen! But his cock inside her told her otherwise. While Patti's naked breasts kept moving like defenseless blobs under his gaze!

Their gaze!

Their brown hands! This was too much! As if it weren't enough, Patti kept hearing her fellow Poni-Tails as they both were kept on the same diet of cock-pounding. Toni was the dark blonde while Patti was the brunette, and LaVerne was the in-between fucked like a teen, and finding secret pleasure from being kept legs-up on that table by so many men who were mad for her! All three pop singers were getting used to get forced by negroes. And they kept sobbing as their sexual landscape kept being forced far beyond their thinkable horizon. Beyond repair.

So it was true in Patti's mind, that all negroes were obsessed with the idea of sex with a white girl!

How wrong she was! Most Congolese men actually preferred Congolese women, and they would have ganged on the Poni-Tails even more urgently if they had been Black Americans, but on this occasion, white people represented the oppressive colonial regime they wanted so badly to take revenge on! Patti had simply been caught in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Surrounded by laughing soldiers, Toni kept shouting about a company of US Marines on their way to slaughter their negro guts! Clearly, nobody was on their way to save her. She was on the floor and endlessly pounded by all descriptions and ages of negroes as the laughing multitude kept taking their turns, unable to stop in this never-hoped for frenzy! Most of them never dreamed about such a thing about being intimate with these girls whose white skin fascinated them, even though most of them would prefer sex with a proper Congolese woman.

They had to try it! To try her! And they kept doing so. And they tried her again as she turned out to be a surprisingly good fuck! Most of them ended up screaming "White girl!" as they forcefully erupted inside the Poni-Tail brunette.

Toni saw the surprised wonder in their eyes as each new man topped her and raped her gone-numb body, until he came strong inside her, leaving her for the next man or boy. Toni saw a kitchen boy, then an elevator boy. She received them while shouting about those same Marines that would never show up.

The brave soldiers of the Force publique had the luxury of choosing between a dark blonde like Toni or a brunette like Patti. Both were slender with legs that got men hard, with tits that filled them with wonder and the lust to suck them.

But LaVerne was the crowd favourite! She had such a lovely face that it would be a shame not to shoot a load on it! Her small firm tits were sensual, her butt curves were maddening! The troops kept having her from behind when they weren't keeping her kneeling in their midst to make her suck their cocks and get her face and tits duly painted and perfumed by that plentiful fragrance from Congo with love.

In this garbled mess of anti-colonial fury, a lovely Swiss daughter from a wealthy family of Zermatt still had her light-green blouse on, except it was wide-open where her priceless tits were had by a jungle of soldierly hands that kept browning her ivory skin while her whimpers were half-choked by her sobs.

Her skirt and underwear were long gone. One after the other, a group of hotel staff and other local men kept eating her pussy, enjoying the brush from her golden pubic hair against their wide nose!

The privileged Swiss girl was screaming and trying to avoid the forcibly inflicted orgasms. In vain! The pretty blonde kept closing her eyes, her mouth ajar and uttering immoral notes as they ate her virginity away; with her father watching where he had been nearly killed trying to protect her from the macaques. In vain!

She still had a pink ribbon in her shoulder-length hair that marked the innocence she had until this hell got loose on her. Then the pack had decided to duly break her in and she found herself rhythmically taken in their arms, the center of a collective fury of brown arms that kept her floating with her spread-out legs, her buttocks tapping on the table where each new negro raped her while looking at her bobbing face, where her bright sunny hair kept marking the tempo as she received their strokes with cast-down eyes, tears rolling down her cheeks and sobbing like an unfairly punished girl.

The pink ribbon finally fell off her hair while a tall soldier exploded deep inside her, while her tied-up father renewed his threats of torture and slow execution amid men who taunted him.

The men kept laughing while her parents were forced to watch the horror. Her mother was of course naked and kept enduring slaps on her butt as she cried over her beautiful Zelda's fate. They had offered her this trip in Africa for her eighteenth birthday. How sour had this safari turned!

***

The orgy went on, showing little signs of slowing down, until the sun painted the sky with a rosy light that seemed to reflect the innocence lost by many European maidens.

Some of the initial attackers had gone home to their wives, their head heavy with a sense of shame, their legs weightless from the bliss of ejaculating inside forbidden territory. They would never forget that time when they grabbed Caterina Valente and stripped her out of her skirt, tore her sweater to see her tits and then gang-raped her with the utmost urgency! These moments were etched forever in Congo's dark history.

Some had stumbled upon a girl who looked so much like a young Judy Garland! And yet she screamed in German. "Heidi! Heidi!" her boyfriend had screamed.

They would always remember the expression in her heavenly face, with that short nose and those big brown eyes, as they ravished her and filled her up with their sperm! Her vulva hair a forbidden sight in plain sight, and under their negro kisses! Her ass! Milky with curves that maddened! And her pussy was so tight! Heidi she was called. And those men and officers who had known her would often fuck their Congolese women while thinking of Heidi and her heavenly face! Her cheeks that were as soft as her butt.

Others, also on their way home at sunrise, kept talking between themselves and guiltily rejoicing about how they had raped three Yankee singers. No one in the family would believe them! They had licked White America and they would live to tell the tale. Because this was Congo.

Meanwhile, companies of new soldiers poured into the Memling hotel. They had got wind of that hotel storming by another battalion from Camp Léopold. If they wanted to taste white women and freely touch their hair, it was now or never! Star singer Caterina Valente was there, but like Thomas, they would only believe when they'd see!

Hundreds of fresh troops got there! The dog-tired women screamed as they saw how fresh their tan uniforms were! More negroes! Too many! These ones had fresh cocks forming tents at the front of their trousers as they saw so many naked European girls!

Once more, the hotel restaurant was the theatre of a rush for white skin where the newly arrived soldiers charged at and grabbed the poor girls!

A full concentration of them spotted and rushed at Caterina Valente like a pack of crazy macaques! The naked French-born Italian was hopelessly lifted off her feet, and then was kept spread-eagled and floating amid the fresh negroes, who immediately began to rape her by order of ranks, first the Sergeants, then the Corporals and so on.

Lost amid the chaos and the tumult of hands holding her, Caterina screamed in pain at every stroke inside her bruised pussy. She begged them to stop and allow her to suck their cocks instead, but her lovely Italian invitation got buried under the repeated grunts and jeers and catcalls as the short-fused rapists each dumped a big load inside her while some commented on the raven charm of her pussy hair, which formed an enduring triangle that she must have inherited from some Patrician girl in ancient Rome.

Heidi had been spotted by the mutinied troops. They readily noticed how much she looked like the famous young actress who had starred in Wizard of Oz and they couldn't believe their luck! She had heaven in her face and they first took turns in forced-kissing her! Pressing their erections against her as they did so.

The Judy Garland look-alike took this as a welcome break from the never-ending rapes, and she tried to prolong these international kissing encounters. Heidi kissed each one of those negroes with a mix of horror and fascination; the German girl refused to admit to herself that most of them were handsome. They usually kissed her while cupping her breasts or her buttocks. Their hands were filled with savage heat! She no longer minded this; as long as they left her pussy alone.

Once the round of kisses was done, they got her up on a round table and poured some banana beer on her tits so they could all see how white they tasted! Such a heavenly face invited pokes from their produced cocks, and soon enough, laughing negroes graced her face with bolts of hot jism! She preferred this to getting raped.

But then came the unavoidable: Heidi was turned around and duly raped deep inside her ass by two Sergeants who decided she was worth defying God. Heidi tried to hug the table as she screamed, her breasts flat under her against the tabletop while a Sergeant's rod distended her rectum, feeding the sodomy inside her forbidden territory as he revelled in the act of sodomizing this girl who looked so much like Judy Garland! How he loved to see his cock buried in the middle of the gorgeous vastness of her curves! with her butt-crack rather short, a weird reminder of her rather short nose.

"Aaaaaahhhyy aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa yyyeeess WE WON UUUGHH!!!"

With that thundering declaration, the brown Sergeant pulled out of Heidi's ass, and her anus remained there as a distended hole. The next Sergeant took over immediately, and proved even more brutal. Her fiancé and his father were both there to see this.

Some of the girls were taken outdoors, in the back-yard near the swimming pool. The sun was rising and some of the soldiers and hotel staff wanted to see how bright their skin would be under the sun!

Passersby saw this. Many of them jumped the fence and joined in the fun at the poolside!

LaVerne's hair looked radiant under the Congolese sun while her feet were being kissed by some newspaper boy; and she had the warmest, silkiest brown hair everywhere! Toni offered them the exotic contrast of her chestnut brown cunt hair against Yankee-white skin that no US Marine was there to save; and she was rewarded by a bunch of stiff cocks that filled her up for more fruitful international relations. Patti's black cunt was even more striking; and she was offered the same stiff diplomacy.

That same steward who had served their drinks to the Poni-Tails while they were sunbathing in their bikinis two days before; he was now holding LaVerne by the crease of her hips, and delightfully raping her from behind, his eyes lost in the unfathomable curves of her ass while a half-dozen negroes kindly helped her to remain standing as the short steward kept feeding her pussy with his fulfilled fantasy, until he looked up at the blue morning sky and screamed, almost as if struck by pain, as he gave LaVerne something to remember!

Heidi was also kept standing and bent-over. Her sore mouth filled by a succession of cocks while a bunch of soldiers took their turns from behind, like a pack of urgently horny baboons! The taller men would bend their knees and take their share of discomfort for the pleasure of a deep fuck with her in this position where her lovely small feet graced this poolside concrete floor. They never got tired of these repeated collisions against her ass; her skin so bright under the sun! She was sweet and soft everywhere!

Her legs and feet were just as maddening as the rest of her! These graceful lines sealed Heidi's fate by causing most of these young men to rape her a second time, if not a third time, to make sure they'd remember that time when they raped a girl who looked so remarkably like Judy Garland at eighteen!

Caterina Valente had been forced to get dressed again, with some dropped white dress that seemed to fit her to a tee! And like this, barefoot as she was, without any underwear, the pack led by a Master Sergeant took her to the back of the hotel and outside at the poolside!

The flat-nosed Master Sergeant had only had her dressed again for the pleasure of stripping her with his own hands. Once he and his boys were outside, amid the pandemonium where other white girls were being duly honoured at the poolside by soldiers, hotel staff and passersby, the Master Sergeant had Caterina being kept standing in front of him by his own grinning men.

"Do you think Europe is stronger than Africa now? Answer me, white tramp!" he barked, his wide face smiling down on her, his brown skin sun-bright against his tan uniform of the Force publique, pearls of sweat adorning his balding head as he took off his garrison cap. He was towering above Caterina's small figure. He presented his garrison cap to the short white singer:

"Kiss it! Kiss it!"

Her head cast down in submission, unable to stand by herself, but helped by the pack of grinning soldiers and their groping hands, Caterina, wonderfully pretty in that white dress, began to kiss the Congolese garrison cap, sobbing as her dormant pride felt the sting of this new humiliation. That garrison cap was black.

"You love black things, don't you?" the Master Sergeant asked, ignoring the noisy tumult where several white girls were getting more African love and spunk.

"Say it! Say you love black! Say it aloud for all to hear! The great Caterina Valente loves black! Isn't it the real reason why you came all the way here?"

"Yes! Yes, I love black men! I often m-masturbate thinking of it!" Caterina let out. The disturbing part was, it was essentially true. She was panting, her heart racing, knowing that soon, this mountain of a Sergeant would put his hands on her and rip her dress off her and she'd feel the hot sun on her bare breasts! Amid them! "OWW..."

The tall, king-size Master Sergeant had slapped her! The grinning soldier boys held her fast in their hands, groping her ass, her legs through her long white dress. Then his big brown mitts were upon her!

A sharp ripping sound tore at the blue sky and a large vee was open upon Caterina's glamorous shoulders and the orbs of her highly coveted breasts!

"Aaaaahhhrrrr!" he uttered, mad with pleasure! Forcing her to don this white dress had been a genius idea! Her skin looked rich with cream white, her Italian complexion magnified against the pure-white fabric! The sun put shadows under her fun-promising orbs as she panted, her heart racing and her sore pussy wet under all these male gazes! Her nipples were gloriously light brown and waiting for their dark love.

Caterina couldn't repress her moaning when the Master Sergeant plunged upon her and engulfed one whole tit inside his mouth while cupping the other strongly, without shame! In her mind, it was like getting her breasts sucked by a silver-back gorilla! His face was of the right colour for this.

And all at once, the boys ripped that dress off her, showing more and more skin under the sun until they were kissing her feet, her legs and all her backside, and while running their hands all over her slim figure, these boys covered her buttocks with slobber, heated slobber that she felt deep down her core, with all their monkey hands kneading her flesh!

"I love black! It's true! Aaaaaaaaah nnooooo!" Caterina yelped as the orgasm hit her, hard, where she stood naked and worshiped amid the dozen Congolese soldiers. Her breasts sucked by the heavily sweating Master Sergeant. Her wrists restrained, her arms endlessly touched and kissed like everywhere else.

Caterina was then gently nudged into lowering herself down on all fours, where these fine gentlemen had put the white remnants of the dress on the concrete floor as some cushioning for her delicate knees, and then they knelt all around her, always touching her, where they had her resting on her elbows and she secretly felt aroused by all of them looking at and touching her protruding butt! For she had such striking curves that guaranteed a hard cock in this supreme sun-heated morning of July.

The Master Sergeant lowered himself almost as if kissing the floor, but he was kissing Caterina's feet, his lips meeting the tenderness of her soles in an encounter that would never normally happen. The connoisseur took his time, gently caressing her lower legs, and finally making his kissing way up her thighs and then all over her butt, his hands trying to solve the equation of its sensual contours by worshiping that small vastness of white skin.

Only then did he kneel behind the famous singer and gently penetrated her, caressing her skin as his soul drank every passing second of this moment. Once in a lifetime!

The Master Sergeant and all the boys then enjoyed her, their hands on her curves, grunting like rutting chimpanzees while Caterina ran in her broken mind the fantasy of being gang-raped at a road checkpoint somewhere in Congo's countryside. They enjoyed her increasingly forceful whimpers as she took their ramming strokes.

The Master Sergeant raped her hard and heavy until he uttered one beast of a long groan, clenching her buttocks with his fingers sunk into her sun-bathed flesh! It was about time that he tried a white girl from behind. When they had first mutinied at dawn 24 hours before in Camp Léopold, they had stormed the officers' houses. And he had raped a Major's daughter, a lovely brunette, very crudely, on top of her, after he had urgently ripped her skirt and her panties off. He had only lasted one minute; and she still had her shirt on. But he had kissed her, the Major's daughter, when he ejaculated inside her taken virginity.

And as he ejaculated a truckload of swimmers inside this pure-white Italian singer, Bukobo regretted not having had taken the opportunity to rape Simonne, the Major's daughter, from behind. But maybe it wasn't too late!

Other men were thinking of Simonne and her bottom as they did Caterina from behind.

As soon as they had dumped their loads inside the singer, the Master Sergeant and a few others got up to their feet and ran to their parked jeeps in front of the hotel, in the street where a couple of tired white girls were still being raped and made fun of. But their mind was filled with Simonne and her charms! Maybe it wasn't too late. When they arrived at the garrison camp, they got to the Major's house.

Simonne was naked and crying dry tears, bent over the kitchen table and used by a line-up of grinning soldiers who were rekindling the party. In nearly every house of the white part of the camp, officers' wives and daughters were being used as whores while the officers and their sons were kept in jail, and mocked. The mutiny had spread throughout the country. It was payback time.

At the Memling's hotel poolside, Caterina had orgasmed twice while the dirty dozen ravaged her where she was hotly kept on all fours in their midst. Her nostrils lost in a world of negro musk. Her butt heated by the sun and Congolese hands and mouths.

She then saw a fantastic sight. "Zambesi!" they called him.

Zambesi was a fantastically fat and huge man. He stood in front of her. He was masturbating! They brought him that German daughter who looked so much like Judy Garland. But he shook his head and looked at Caterina, and Caterina understood! This Congolese version of a sumo wrestler wanted her and only her! And the darkest part of her soul took it like a sordidly fascinating compliment. One of her secret-most fantasies was to be used as a sex slave by a big fat negro.

"The singer!" the jumbo boy shouted. "Zambesi wants the singer! The Italian singer! I saw her the other night! Her cleavage, so pretty in her aquatic dress! I want my cock between her white tits!"

And before she knew it, a handful of negroes stretched her on the concrete poolside floor, and Caterina Valente felt that sun-baked concrete hot against her back and against her well-loved buttocks while her eyes rounded with fear and fascination, her eyebrows high as she watched this ponderous man slowly walk to her, and then, after filling his eyes with the sight of her all-black vulva, he lowered himself upon her! He must be weighting at least 150 kilos! Maybe 200...

And yet, as she became imprisoned between his immense brown thighs, Caterina didn't feel all that much weight bearing down on her stomach. And the big man smiled at her; his eyes were filled with goodness and yes, some clear sense of guilt. He was bearing the brunt of his own weight on his knees and was sparing her from getting squashed under him. He intensely looked down on her breasts where she lay down under him.

Caterina Valente was soon distracted by the gigantic size of his cock, which hoovered like a surreal branch of thick mahogany above her offered breasts. It was so big! Huge! It pulled her into an alternate reality where her hands were drawn to it. And she heard a wall of laughter upon her as she realized too late that she was actually touching it with her finger tips!

He shifted himself into a lower position where his cock landed in the middle of her cleavage. He felt so hot on her skin! She almost screamed! His ponderous mass was so evenly distributed on her that she hardly felt it. Everything actually felt weightless; everything was surreal! From all the gathered onlookers and the big boy himself, who kept smiling down on her as he tapped his huge thing, gently, on the paleness of her cleavage, and her heart raced even faster!

Caterina moaned when his big hammy hands imprisoned her tits under a surprisingly gentle pressure and Zambesi used these yielding mounds to put pressure against his phenomenal cock as he began to go back and forth between her squeezed-in tits! He had wanted to do this so much that night when he sat far back in the audience as she sang, so far out of his reach. Her cleavage in plain view for his sharp gaze, and yet as far as the moon. And now, now! He was fucking those tits!

Zambesi's huge belly made the affair awkward, and he could barely see anything down there, but Caterina's moaning and the insistent pressure from her squeezed breasts summed up to a powerful massage against his throbbing cock! And his fellow soldiers were cheering him up in a loud chorus! Many of them masturbating and waiting their turn to try this.

"Zambesi! Zambesi! Give her the true color of Africa! White sperm! White sperm! Whiten the white girl!" they chanted, while Heidi, LaVerne, Patti, Toni, Zelda and other girls were also having their tits Africanized by cocks of various sizes and ages, all of them dark brown.

"Whiten the white girl!" they chanted as they all fucked these tits and felt how hot their cocks in this white-skin tunnel of love! Heidi's face never looked more heavenly in this position. None of the soldiers could wait until he blasted his load on her!

Caterina felt Zambesi huge and throbbing between her pressured tits, and this pressure from his hands on her tits caused her to climax again as she filled the air with her singer's moans, while the huge soldier boy remembered how she sang and looked that night in the music hall...



His damned belly hid most of the view, but his mind was all filled with Caterina's image. Her aquatic dress. And her cleavage! Her tits! Oh, God! Her Italian tits! And he had them in his hands now! Naked! He felt her sweet nipples against his rough hands!

He gave some extra pressure where he kept fucking Caterina's tits! Zambesi screamed like a rutting elephant and the lovely Italian singer felt the hot profusion of sperm right on her throat and against her chin, with one farther dollop landing square on her ajar mouth as she moaned!

"YEs! Zambesi's our champion! You hooouu!" yelled a Private.

"Whiten the white tramp!" a Corporal shouted amid catcalls.

"A lovely face to take Zambesi's icing!"

"Caterina Valente is the white queen of icing! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!"

"Now, my beloved queen, get on your knees and lick his cock clean! Make him hard again so he can thank you properly!" the same Private ordered.

Finding sordid pleasure in her shame's shame, Caterina Valente tried to move herself under Zambesi's thighs while the giant was still panting and sweating from his musk-rich exertions, his flaccid cock a heavy wet mass between her breasts. But she couldn't move. She could barely breathe!

The gigantic boy moved himself, but with a hand he blocked any of her attempts at getting up on her knees to obey the command she had just been given. Zambesi moved himself until he was lying next to and toward her. And then he kissed her, not minding his own sperm on her lips, sperm she had tasted, and now he was French-kissing her, sensing how submissive she was.

Zambesi loved this even more than fucking her tits as he had never kissed a girl in his whole life, not even a Congolese girl. And now he was kissing the world-famous Caterina Valente!

As the jumbo boy kept French-kissing her while holding her on the concrete poolside floor, Caterina realized how young he was. Nineteen? Yes, a big timid boy who was taking the opportunity to do things that he normally would never dream to do. It felt all weird and wrong to her, but she also felt aroused by his massive heat against her. Being French-kissed by this Congolese boy felt even more intimate than being raped by one.

And this began a trend! It was quite a sight to see! All around the poolside, Congolese men in various states of undressing were French-kissing naked white girls! Heidi and her Judy Garland pretty face, kissed by a Sergeant twice her age. LaVerne, kissed by this same poolside steward who had fetched her Seven-Up two days before. Patti, kissed by the elevator boy! Toni, French-kissed by a laundry boy who had his hands on her peachy ass.

Upstairs on the seventh floor, Katyusha was also getting French-kissed by a soldier heavy upon her, while another one had his head buried between her pristine white legs and was offering her pussy the tongue of Congo! In a twisted turn of fate, the Soviet Air Force ace pilot was also having her blonde cunt similarly entertained while she received another polluting kiss! While her husband was watching, oblivious of the fact he had peed himself.

Downstairs, but outside under a blue sky, Caterina Valente no longer knows where she is or what she is. Her world is this big African boy that just keeps holding and kissing her! He's so filled with innocence! So young and sincere in the way he desires her! Who could blame him? The King of Belgians is a grown man and he's so entitled! But this boy? How can she blame him! It's just fate.

Before she knows it, Caterina Valente is down on her knees in front of this huge boy. Zambesi they call him. Zambesi's cock is gigantic. In this alternate world, in this alternate dimension, she can barely fit her hands around it! French-kissing her has brought the teenage big boy back to a fully erect status!

"Suck, suck, white tramp!" a soldier says.

"Yeah, give him a fine mouth job!" another adds.

Her whole body takes shameful pleasure in obeying the command! She secretly loves being given such commands by the Congolese soldiers! She's so deep in her fantasy! So exhausted! She's half dead...

Her body acts of its own volition, gracefully naked under the sun of Congo where she kneels and pleasures the huge negro boy, amid a pack of masturbating men. Not a single white man in sight; she's utterly defenseless; and so are the other "white tramps".

"I'm a white tramp! That's all I am!" the famous singer thinks as she engulfs, or tries to engulf Zambesi's gigantic cock inside her mouth. She circles its head with her licking tongue, and keeps at it with added speed as she hears his moans and feels the caressing touch of his hand upon her head. She licks this big baobab of a cock while holding its base with both hands! She hears the humiliating comments about a white girl being made to suck Congolese cocks.

She's no longer alone doing this. Heidi's there beside her, kneeling just like her, and both naked girls are now licking Zambesi's cock! Their butts and legs caressed by naked soldiers.

"Two girls for such a large one aren't too many!" the soldiers say as Caterina and Heidi seem to compete to see who's more zealous in her cock-worshiping duties. Heidi feels altered by all those rapes; Caterina can tell, being the more experienced girl of the two. Heidi is confused and exhausted. The negroes behind them are having the time of their life running their hands on Heidi's and Caterina's kneeling curves.

Both girls keep at it. They gave big young Zambesi the most glorious European spit-polish nature can give; Zambesi caresses both girls' heads as he enjoys being Africa's luckiest man alive! He feels Heidi's shyness through her hands and her tongue strokes; he feels Caterina's horny fascination as he reaches his edge and braces himself for the final explosion!

Caterina turns and kisses Heidi! She keeps one hand on Zambesi and massages his throbbing hugeness while gently caressing Heidi's lovely face and nudging the younger girl into kissing action! The German girl knows the famous singer by sight and she fights between repulsion from being kissed by another girl and the thrill of getting kissed by none other than Caterina Valente, who clearly seems to want this from her. Heidi's confused with Zambesi's caressing hand on her head, her timid hand on his huge thing and Caterina's tongue inside her ajar mouth...

Caterina loves this! This girl looks so much like Judy Garland from back when she was just a kid! She had seen the Wizard of Oz during the war and the star actress had always been such a huge crush! Oh, this girl had such a heavenly face!

As both kneeling girls were kissing in their nakedness, Zambesi yelled a choked cry that sounded like some sick bear and he let go of a huge load!

All of it landed on Heidi's Judy Garland face as he held her by the hair and made her face him where she met it square! The well-furnished ropes of jism landed square on her astonished face, one rich dollop on her rather short nose. Licked by Caterina's avid tongue.

And then came the rest of the Congolese boys! The elevator boy, the busboys, the steward and many soldiers and civilians alike; all naked negroes, most of whom had lean torsos that some white girls would gladly kiss. They all masturbated and proudly presented their cocks to Caterina and Heidi, both of whom kneeling and lost amid this thick jungle of men, both of whom obeyed their commands and received a well-furnished shower of sperm while Caterina often kept kissing Heidi and licking her face.

Both girls were an oasis of sensuality amid the political turmoil. They both lost count of how many abdomens they licked when given the command to do so; of how many Congolese they pleasured and were rewarded with a hot shower of jism.

The Poni-Tails and the other white girls were all subjected to the same sperm showering fun as new negroes kept arriving with fresh cocks to be served on command. Kissed and touched everywhere, they no longer registered much as something forced them to admit it was their own fault, that they had come to Congo for this and deep down, they were nothing but dirt.

To add insult to injury, someone had found a turntable and happened to play one of their own songs while all three of them kept being violated in all their three holes by the pool...



The music attracted more passersby and that's when the Yankee girls understood that their ordeal was far from being over. These Congolese men couldn't believe their luck as they kissed them everywhere and took their turns in screaming "Congo!" as they gave the white girls their sperm.

But there were too many soldiers that poured in the hotel for this sorry exhausted bunch of used-up girls. Katyusha on the seventh floor received new enthusiastic lovers and so did all the female members of the Soviet delegation.

The freshly arrived soldiers searched the entire hotel to find fresh girls, each and every room on every floor. In such a large hotel, no doubt that some white girls were still hiding!

TO BE CONTINUED.

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Beautiful continuation !!! Two extra girls at the hotel and the military base opens a whole new site and cast. Well done sir !