Mutiny In Léopoldville

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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 !

Thanks! It's interesting to open new sites, but it would become easy to dilute the story by losing sight of the initial characters such as Caterina. These other sites can be better covered in a separate story. I'm hinting at them in a whole-picture way so the readers can fill in the blanks!

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The new battalion of mutinied troops stormed the hotel, floor by floor, in search of hidden gems. They broke doors and usually found the room empty since the initial storming a day ago had occurred when most guests were having breakfast.

And yet, some white pigs were found in hiding, with their wives. The elderly were merely mocked and spat on, but any younger couple found in hiding was given the all-included program where soldiers would beat up the man, then force him to watch as they took their turns inside the hastily stripped wife, who soon learned that no amount of screaming would bring help. Her screaming would only bring more soldiers and hotel staff, everyone of them eager to give her the feel and taste of a Congolese cock so she'd had something to write home about. It was later found that absolutely no white girl escaped the rapes at the Memling Hotel.

***
"I'm Karla Laan," a Flemish journalist wrote in Dutch, in the gently disturbed silence of her dark blue pen, held in her dainty hand with delicate red adorning her nails. "The morning of a new day in Léopoldville... For the last 24 hours, I've been hiding in my hotel room on the fifth floor. Congolese soldiers, hundreds of them! have stormed the hotel yesterday morning. I narrowly escaped the lobby and made it back to my room through the stairs. I dared not use the elevator.

"Hopefully, rescuing forces are on their way and things will quiet down. As far as I know, the soldiers are angry because Lieutenant General Janssens told them that things would stay the same as before. The commander in chief of the Force publique wrote four words on a blackboard:

AVANT L'INDÉPENDANCE = APRÈS L'INDÉPENDANCE

"Which means 'Before independence = After independence'. The bloody fool! His four words caused a slew of four-letter words from the troops. They mutinied! I've heard that the mutiny has spread all over the country. In garrisons, the soldiers have beaten up their white officers and thrown them in jail, and then... Words fail me when I think of what they did, and are still doing, to the wives and daughters. Uho! Someone's banging at my door! NOO!!"

Before Karla had time to wonder why she didn't throw some furniture against the door to barricade herself, the door was slammed open and a bunch of macaques wearing beige uniforms and wine-red garrison caps stormed into her suddenly crowded room and she was grabbed from her desk and felt hands patting her everywhere at once. The young woman heard a storm of whistles and catcalls and tried to scream, but her throat was knotted tighter than a brown sailor's knot.

Still holding her blue pen bought in Ghent, Karla felt their hands on her buttocks through her slim white pants, also bought in Ghent, and her breasts were being pressed through her striped blouse by a Congolese without age who was facing her, and smiling at her! The white of his eyes powerfully white as he smiled at her in wild anticipation. And she felt a weird sense of arousal as she became a prisoner of their collective musk.

As they fiercely pulled her pants down and ripped her panties off, and then pressed her face on her desk, Karla realized she was wet, and deep down, she'd have a hard time trying to prevent her body to become immorally aroused. She was already so, as this would be her first time having sex in a year. In the mess of her senses of hatred, terror and disgust emerged the thought that she had always secretly wanted to be taken by a negro.

When the penetration came, she knew it was him, the ageless one who had smiled at her when he was pressing her breasts. He was the leader, the officer. A coloured officer?!

Karla's safe world collapsed as she endured the surprisingly gentle pounding from the leader, who grabbed her wrists and held them together in the small of her back as he punished her in grunting silence.

"Th-they must have suddenly realized that they had the numbers on their side and were actually strong enough to, to do this," the Flemish journalist thought amid her whimpers as her rapist exploded inside her in a burst of victorious grunts.

He'd be followed by several others. She knew this. The weird thing was, she hated them, and yet felt flecks of secret enjoyment as she took the next one, who felt a little bigger, and a lot more urgent as he pounded her, his cock the second one of a hard dozen.

Whatever colonial boundary that had kept the unthinkable from happening had collapsed from the moment the Independence became official. These men were free to take over their country and everything that was in it. Karla happened to be in it.

"I'm sure you'll have loads of things to write about, journalist eh! I'm Lieutenant Bienvenue Kabongo, at your service Ma'am!" the officer said upon spotting her press card on the corner of the used-as-a-desk table she was now being used against, her long brown hair over her disturbed sheets of paper. Her pretty face pressed on these sheets and quietly enduring the pounding with half-closed eyes and suppressed whimpers while the soldiers poured some banana beer on her white ass just as one satisfied Corporal pulled out of her.

"We'll make sure you write a full account of your own rape, white tramp!" the newly promoted Lieutenant said and laughed. "Come on, boys! Give it to her! Hard, long and good! She's enjoying it! So give it to her real good! It's our turn to colonize their women!"

"For Kongo! UUUUUUUUUUUUGGGHHH!" grunted some 18-year-old recruit as he filled up the 28-year-old journalist, after a heated, short-lived round of urgent collisions with her butt curves, which he couldn't believe he was actually seeing and touching. She was an older girl; he had felt it and it lengthened the hot fury of his ropes inside her.

The lad's legs went loose. He had no idea that raping a white woman would feel this good. It was so liberating! Her butt was so kissable! She was an older girl!

"The white pigs had it coming!" yelled another Private as he began to take his turn in making Karla's table creak under the tremendous strain. His urgent thrusts caused her to detonate in a burst of high-pitched moans as she surrendered. No man had ever fucked her with so much passion and urgency. She felt deeply ashamed for not behaving like she should as a rape victim. She felt guilty as if all of this was her own fault, but she knew deep down it wasn't. These men had grabbed her.

Karla's body made her move herself in a way that increased the pleasure from those Congolese cocks. She had long quit resisting. She let them rape her while calling her a white tramp over and over again.

***

On the third floor, a group of students from a private college in Norway were staying in adjacent rooms, boys with boys, girls with girls as required by christian values. Their well-off parents felt this would be a great cultural experience for their youths, the sort of trip you'd give to your 18-year-old kid.

The Norwegian students had only be saved from the lobby restaurant's sack by the fact they had slept late after an excursion in the countryside the day before.

The fifteen students and their teachers had remained in hiding, trying to phone their folks, but finding the phone dead. There were three or four students in each room; two rooms of girls, two rooms of boys.

Ingrid, the female teacher, did her best to remain calm while most of the girls kept praying for their safety as they sensed something awful was happening upstairs and downstairs. Ingrid circulated between their rooms while Olaf, the male teacher, did likewise for the boys.

When they had boarded the plane in Oslo for this cultural French-language experience, they were all joy and excitement on their way to witnessing Congo's declaration of independence and looking forward to see the gorgeous countryside. Later in the week, they had been supposed to go east and see the mountain gorillas.

Now they all remained behind closed doors and their food had long been eaten. They were starving, but most of all terrified. The girls were afraid that the soldiers would come and beat up the boys; a few of them had a crush on some of these boys.

Ingrid their teacher was afraid of something unspeakable that none of the girls dared to think of. Those soldiers were men! They had full sway and could do whatever they pleased. The girls kept being afraid for the boys, as if trying to convince themselves that nothing could happen to them.

Ingrid had barely slept. She was in room 308 with Valeria, Lina, Else and Frida.

Valeria and Lina were tall blondes with long legs, both getting dressed in their usual summer shirts tucked into dark skirts, but remaining barefoot; what was the point of putting shoes on? But Ingrid insisted: there could be help coming and they had to stay ready to move at all times! So they quickly put penny loafers.

Else was a red-haired short girl who wore pigtails, glasses and still had braces on her teeth. She only stood four feet ten and felt utterly dwarfed next to Valeria and Lina, on whom she had a secret crush. Else put on her forest-green dress and tightened her belt around her waist in a secret hope that Lina would finally notice her slim curves. She knew that dark green made her copper hair look fiery.

Frida was a deeply intellectual girl, a long-haired brunette always lost in her world, oblivious of how boys kept looking at her as she read book upon book in five different languages in addition to her own Norwegian. She stood five feet two, thus average in height, and she had been noticed by a film producer in Oslo. If she would be willing to become a bit more intimate with the balding producer, then she would find herself in the movie industry and maybe become a star. Frida had said no to the old depraved pig. She kept studying and kept herself and her virtue for the boy she loved. Nils! It would be Nils or no one!

Nils was in room 310 and getting dressed, hungry and sad because he knew there would be no breakfast on that grim morning. He had heard sounds from down below throughout the night, and had felt unfathomable shame from becoming erect upon realizing that girls were being gang-raped by blacks downstairs. The Christian boy had not dared to masturbate as he'd be sure to go to hell for having done this. But he had heard two other boys doing so. He had even heard the teacher make such sounds, but he refused to believe this; Olaf loved making sermons about the morality of marriage.

Ingrid was on her way between rooms to see how the other girls were faring when she saw them! The soldiers! The look they had on their faces as they spotted her! Her hands shaking, she quickly retreated inside room 308 and ordered the girls to quickly barricade the door with furniture! The soldiers ran right up to the door and began to ram it with heavy shoulder strokes!

All girls screamed and this put even more force in those shoulder strokes as Ingrid desperately tried to hold the failing door and the girls kept pushing a table they had hastily shoved against the door, now ajar, terrifyingly ajar!

"Girls! Girls there!" one of them shouted in French.
"They sound young too!"

"Wou-hooo! Young ladies! We're coming for you!"

"There are no boys here!" Else shouted in nearly flawless French, in her belief that those men were looking for white boys to beat up for fun.

"Nils! Stay back!" Olaf ordered in the hallway as the tall boy charged at the Congolese soldiers in an effort to protect the girls.

Nils punched one of the attackers and floored him; he was an amateur boxer on his way to probably go compete in Tokyo after four more years. Then he found himself with his teacher against six men, the hallway being wide enough for three or four men, so the soldiers charged and with the hot excitement in their limbs, they overpowered both student and teacher, both of whom were soon floored and kicked and rifle-butted.

Nils's world went black when a Belgium-made rifle butt met his skull.

More uniformed Congolese kept coming, and none of the other boys dared come out and fight. The newly promoted Captain leading the pack pulled out his pistol and threatened Olaf as he was trying to get up. The Browning gave him a 9-mm excuse to just play dead as he secretly, shamefully enjoyed the shrill screams from the panicking girls. He knew that the girls would now be raped.

"Tie them up and let them watch!" growled the Captain as he fired twice at the ceiling for fun, then put his smoking pistol back in its holster, his dark nostrils enjoying the caustic smoke as he heard the intensified screaming from the girls. "Take one of these girls and bring her here! On the double!"

***

"Nils! Nils! I got to go and help him!" Frida shouted as she tried to push the table aside and rush out the door! Her fellow students stood petrified upon hearing the two gunshots. Did someone just get killed? Only Ingrid pushed Frida back, but Frida was mad with fear for Nils! She pushed back the teacher, just as the soldiers outside pushed back against both the ajar door and the table, that screeched on the tiled floor and slid as the screaming soldiers gained entry!

Pushed back by the yelling fracas, Ingrid found herself pinned against the wall, in the arms of a well-built soldier who forced-kissed her and groped her generous breasts through her teacher's dress while the girls filled the room with shrieks as they were grabbed by the Congolese storm rushing inside the room! Those nice men, usually all smiles and easygoing, now had stern faces under their burgundy garrison caps.

"Nei! Vær så snill, nei!" (No! Please, no!)

"Det er ingen gutter her! ingen gutter her!" (There are no boys here! No boys here!)
"White tramps! Let's get them!"
"We gonna fuck them so hard they won't be walking straight for a month!"

"Nei! NEI!!!"

"Hey, get this brunette and take her outside!"

"Oh, God! This is the jackpot!" yelled the squad's Corporal as he grabbed one tall blonde who threw a whiff of her long hair on his face as she shook her head and protested amid her grinning captors. Grabbed by the waist, she arched her back in a panicked gesture that pushed her perky breasts out against her summer shirt where they both seemed to ask for being let free.

With gorilla hands, the horny Corporal ripped that shirt open!

The room got hot and bright as the ripping sound tore the air and one pink bra later, the blonde's virgin tits were right there, light-brown areolas on silky-smooth orbs that seemed to scream in panic as they freely moved along with Valeria and her demented dance amid the soldiers where she shook her head and only made them hornier with whiffs from her sunlight hair. Most of them were shorter than the tall girl and this added to her unbearable humiliation. How dare they touch a white girl!

Valeria had left her universe where white girls could not be touched by blacks and found herself in this nightmarish reality where anything physically possible could happen.

The soldiers whistled at the sight of her ripped-open blouse and her breasts! Music for their eyes in the way they graced her slim torso, with her loose sky-blue-and-white striped shirt adding colour to this fun. Many also got stiff at the sight of her bare feet; in her panic, Valeria had unknowingly kicked off her two-tone loafers. One of the macaques even kissed her feet and she felt his lips there as the jeering soldiers lifted her off her kissed feet and she tried to run into the air, her tall body restrained and slanting amid their laughter as they carried her inside the bedroom, and this man was still worshiping Valeria's long legs and the forbidden grace of her pale, golden-tinged feet as they threw her on the bed!

Valeria shrieked in terror as she suddenly realized that she was about to be raped by all those coloured men! This while in the living room of the suite, Lina the other blonde was also topless and already being stretched on the floor, her skirt tucked up and her panties tore off!

"Yeah! The carpet matches the drapes!" bellowed a soldier in his mid-thirties, his face blacker than coal as he hastily dropped his uniform's trousers and freed a cock that positively terrified Lina, who shrieked and vainly tried to wrestle off the men who were holding her spread-eagled on the floor, all of them catcalling at her naked tits while and commenting on "the fascinating paleness of her nipples" while someone fingered her and proclaimed she was "virgin tight".

Ingrid was pressed against the wall, by a heavy soldier half her age who kept furiously kissing her and groping her through her dress, while the entire suite kept resonating with the shrill screaming from the girls. Ingrid cried and couldn't believe this was happening! She tried to fight this boy off, using all five feet of her. The thirty-six-year-old teacher was being made a pass at by a boy! A teenage boy! He was way too strong for her, but what hit her the hardest was the shamelessness in him.

"Please... young man, behave..." Ingrid feebly ordered as the boy got wild and covered her face with hot kissing attention, his eyes full of surprise as he seemed to realize he was really doing this to a white woman. Then he ripped her shirt wide open and she screamed, out of rage, with definite arousal thrown in, as part of her wanted to submit and let him ram her with his large cock. Like most Europeans, Ingrid believed that all Congolese men were huge down there.

The young Congolese soldier pushed her bra up and her breasts dropped back in a splash of generous freedom as the boy let out a shout of wild amazement. She was gorgeous! He plunged and pressed those melons of pale flesh in his hands while Ingrid feebly protested...

"Y-young man... b-behave..."

Ingrid felt herself get flushed with a fire of untamed arousal as the boy took one of her breasts and sucked it as if his life depended on it!

"Nnaaaaaaaa aaaaaa! Mommyy help!" Else shouted as black men wearing tan uniforms forced the glass-wearing little red-haired girl face first, pigtails and all, upon that shoved-back table, where they bent her over and urgently tucked her dress up and ripped her white panties off, baring her white buns! Else was small and firm all over! Her hair and pigtails like fiery copper! The soldiers had mutinied for this! Deep down they knew. Most of all, they wanted to sink inside such a white girl and feel her!

"A lovely schoolgirl to fuck! Just what we need!" said one of the men as he lowered his uniform's trousers. "This gonna be good!"

Else's innocence exploded. They had come for her! Not to beat up the boys, but to take the girls. To take her! And then all those fairy tales of her childhood took a whole new meaning as she felt the tabletop pressed against her cheek and instinctively moved her head so her askew glasses wouldn't break or hurt her.

Else heard the others scream. Lina. Valeria. Frida. They were also taking them! The ogres in her fairy tale didn't only mean to eat their captives. The ogres also meant to rape the girls! Now she understood why those tales had captivated generations upon generations of adults. "So it was all about girls being taken," she thought as she felt the tip of something hot against her intimate entrance.

And she clenched her fists where her wrists were being restrained and kept against the table, as the unknown surged inside her. Else screamed in pain as the penetration settled inside her and she became a woman; a girl who got taken.

She was being raped! By an African! This had never crossed her mind that they could do this. But as she felt those hands around her waist and her small body was forced to take the punishment, she recalled the moment when they ripped her panties off just after bending her over. The physical reality hit her. How easy it was for them! It was just thin clothing!

The man inside her became frantic while she cried. Else cried more out of shame than pain as her young body responded quickly to the invasion by filling her pussy with juices to make the intercourse more natural. The worst part for Else was to hear everything that happened to the others. The man inside her suddenly twitched and groaned; one long guttural groan she would never forget. His hands trembling where he held the crease of her hips. And the sudden and brutal continuation as the other man entered her!

Else also saw. Ingrid her teacher. Topless?! Getting her breasts cupped and pressured by those macaques who said she was "still young enough to be fucked". Indeed, Ingrid had beautiful long hair of light-brown light and a pair of breasts that made her look as if she was still a student now that they were bare and free-moving!

She even heard the girls in the next room, where another group of these macaques smashed the door open and she heard the shrieks from the girls getting grabbed! It was as if the whole room screamed and was being raped! Else knew them all. One of them she hated! Hilda, her bully!

While she got raped against the table, Else caught herself enjoying the thought of Hilda being also grabbed and bent over the table, and raped just like she was herself! Hilda was pretty with long hair as dark as the night-sky. Else secretly liked her and Hilda knew it; so she would tantalize Else, making her believe she was being friendly, for a while, then humiliating her in front of everyone one way or the other. Else hated her, and yet she'd always find a way to see Hilda naked in the shower after sports class.

"Now you got what you deserved!" Else whispered as the second man growled and shouted "KONGO!" as he lost control and dumped one hell of a load inside her, while she climaxed from picturing Hilda and her lovely tight butt getting repeatedly pounded by some Congolese soldier, his big cock taking Hilda's virginity and stuffing her with African sauce.

Then two other men came. They gently wrestled Else down on her knees and masturbated like grunting macaques while holding her head in position by grabbing her pigtails, and they grunted on until they came and used her glasses as a target for their bolts of hot jism! Else was blinded as she heard them commenting on her looking so sweet with her freckled face.

***

"Aaaaahh! wonderful pair of titties!" exclaimed a senior Private after Frida was made suddenly topless when the soldiers ripped her dark red-and-green plaid shirt open and made short work of her bra, and then destroyed that shirt until she had none of it on her upon seeing how gorgeous she was. She was perfect! Those men had never seen a topless white girl in person before, and this girl had eerily white skin that seemed to come from so far up north!

"Let's see if her butt is even whiter!" the Private said.

"Aahh, but she fights!" said another soldier, restraining Frida's wrists as she desperately tried to free her hands and punch the men, not even thinking about trying to kick them. The movements in her efforts only made her moving breasts more attractive.

"Hey, didn't you hear the Captain? He wants a girl in the hallway!"

Frida protested and screamed and bawled and tried to run into the air as they lifted her off and carried her out of the room into the hallway; after she lost her loafers, her bare feet made the men even harder! She saw how those cocks pushed the front of their beige uniforms and understood, in a mix of fright and curiosity, that she was just about to see what Congolese men exactly look like. A secret part within her wondered whether they were as big as it was claimed.

Then Frida spotted Nils, who was coming to and saw her as she was taken to the officer. Frida looked at him through the jeering crowd and looked down, her face blushing as she realized she was topless in front of Nils! Olaf was also coming to, and when he saw Frida and her perky breasts and learned the exact wine brown colour of her brunette's nipples, the forty-year-old teacher became as stiff as a rutting donkey!

"Hello, darling! My name is Bienvenue!" the officer told the restrained girl while looking at the naked play of her ever-moving breasts and only smiling wider when she spat in his face.

His name! She hated it! It meant "Welcome" in French.

"Welcome to Congo, honey!" the officer said as he unzipped his trousers and undid his belt. "Now, you will take all your clothes off and have sex with all of us, or else I kill this boy you seem to like, yes I noticed how you blushed when you saw him. So give us the treasures of your body or I kill this boy with this pistol you see here. If you're a good girl, perhaps I'll let you suck it!"

Frida hesitated, then, sobbing, she lowered her skirt and took off her panties, hearing the wows and oohs as she felt the air directly hit her buttocks and felt all their gazes on the triangle-shaped carpet of dark hair guarding her virgin pussy. Her only comfort was Nils. She had wanted Nils to be the first man to see her like this. "Not like this! Not like this!" she whispered amid her sobs.

She let them nudge her down until she was on all fours and she cried and bawled, but didn't resist when the officer went down on his knees and with a loud grunt of triumph, slapped her butt and said, "this sounds snow white!"

Then the Congolese officer proudly took his cock and began to tap it on the white vastness of Frida's butt. The sobbing girl felt him. Large and hot on her skin. She sobbed louder, stricken by the grief of losing her first time to this organ-utan! The first time that was supposed to be on her wedding night with Nils.

Her hands clenched on the hallway's floor as she felt the urge to get up and fight back, but then her eyes met Nils and she became afraid they'd kill him. Her knees were already hurting on the hard floor, but then more pain radiated inside her along with her rapist's hands on her, as the Captain penetrated her, ramming his large cock deep in his careless urge to take his pleasure!

The pack of uniformed macaques went silent as Frida's whimpers got married to her rapist's grunts in the gone-silent hallway, while some hotel staff and civilian men arrived, having got wind of the Norwegian students on the third floor, and they were met with this scene! They immediately watched and began to masturbate while Olaf felt his painful erection, his hands tied up behind his back and thus unable to masturbate as he watched!

Frida, as white as snow in her nakedness, raped on all fours by Congo's out-of-control military.

Only the officer's grunts and Frida's sobbing whimpers, and the girls' screaming from both rooms, broke the hallway's silence as the rape got closer to its natural conclusion. His grunting grew louder while her whimpers got longer and more plaintive-sounding. His fingers sank deeper in the wonderful world of her skin as he now filled the hallway with furious grunting, his eyes widening like round silver dollars as he passed his edge and realized it was happening...

"AAAAHHH AAAH AAAAAAAAAH AAYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUGGHHH!!!"

Olaf couldn't believe he was actually seeing and hearing this. He grew terrified. They were going to kill him! There was no way he'd be allowed to see this and survive!

Nils was crying. He had seen how she blushed in front of him and he knew. Frida loved him. He too had a crush on her. He was virgin too; she no longer was. "Not like this," he whispered. "Not like this..."

"Sorry for taking your virginity, honey!" the Captain told Frida while the next higher-in-rank knelt behind the wonderful, forbidden whiteness of her shapely ass. "I know you were saving it for your boyfriend, honey, but you see, we're taking over here in Congo, and your virginity happened to be in Congo. Your ass belongs to us!"

As he was speaking, the warrant officer thrust himself inside Frida and began raping her like a love-sick boar. The Captain suggested she rested her weight on her elbows on the floor and ordered soldiers to put some of her own clothes under her knees, to use as a pillow, so "she'd be more comfortable in her service for Congo". There was also a clear benefit in this for him and his men--In this position, Frida was ungodly lovely with her protruding ass!

Captain Bienvenue Mobutu knew he was going to give her more of his sperm. And for once he was luckier than his higher-up cousin.


TO BE CONTINUED.

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The hours went by, and it was a VERY long forenoon for all white womenfolk at the Memling hotel as the Congolese troops celebrated their country's independence by taking ownership of the hotel and everything in it.

Caterina's legs and bare feet made all men mad with renewed or fresh lust. Those white round patio tables near the pool were quite handy to put her there and enjoy a legs-up round of forced sex where the perpetrator would either hold her lovely waist or hug her thighs and just give it to her hard and deep while an endless supply of banana beer was being poured on her sunlit breasts that kept jiggling to the tune of their grunting efforts as newcomers kept thickening the ranks with eager cocks to try her out.

The same story kept happening to Heidi, LaVerne, Zelda, and many other girls, who kept receiving their customers with their legs invitingly up so their feet would feel the unreal contact with Congolese kisses, this or the classic bent-over event where white buttocks were enjoyed to their full potential.

The brave steward lived out his long-held fantasy by pouring Seven Up on LaVerne's breasts, and enjoying the sweet taste of those nipples he had seen hinted at when she was wearing her bikini before the day of reckoning. He then got to enjoy full-blown penetration, feeling her Yankee thighs hugging his sides as her perky tits kept bouncing while her eyes were a silent protest as others poured more Seven Up on her.

At the poolside, the civilians now formed the majority of the rapists. Those men had got wind of Caterina Valente being there free to enjoy. They knew who she was. If they used LaVerne or another singer from the Poni-Tails, they had no idea who the girl was. All they knew was she was white and good to fuck. Toni and Patti were a long way from home and wished they had never stepped foot in Congo.

As a Judy Garland lookalike, Heidi was a lovely surprise. She would nearly always find herself forced to kneel amid a forest of men with their cocks eager to use her wonderful face as grounds for their generous bolts of semen. At one point, she was carried into the pool and used from behind in the shallow area, bent over the pool's edge while a small line-up of young hotel staff took their turns, smiling with all teeth out under July's bright sun! July was perfect for this; the air was warm, but not too hot. The heat belonged to the white girls, whose naked secrets were finally in broad daylight.

"YEs! Yeeeeeeessss!" uttered a mechanic whose boss was white and whose cock now burst in an out-of-control fountain of pungent gloss that landed on Caterina's belly, his gaze not losing a hair strand from her black pussy bush as he proudly ejaculated on Europe's star singer! Left and right, other men ejaculated on her, creaming her with plentiful bursts of what so many of her fans dreamed of giving her! Sperm. It seemed to naturally belong with her.

Caterina felt the burning sun on her skin and grew concerned about getting sunburns, for she was proud of her Italian-porcelain looks, and it was part of her trademark. Was this ever going to end? Then a teenage boy ejaculated on her legs and she secretly enjoyed the age gap while obeying a command and taking the cock of a 60-year-old janitor in her hand. She had the most taboo thing in her hand, with her thoughts no longer hers.



The janitor ended up grunting like a sick buck and in a triumphant flourish, he gloss-painted her face, a portray of which adorned a French record of Granada that he owned (and often masturbated to). This while she was being raped legs up on the rickety white table by a humble restaurant owner in his late forties, a venerable age in Congo. Caterina found a weird sense of comfort by resting her feet on his shoulders while he ravaged her; she would never forget the texture of his cotton shirt against her feet, and the rhythmic twitches in his shoulders as he bucked her on that poolside table, amid an ever-renewed fury of negroes. Her fans up north must never learn about this!

Thick crusts of dry semen partially shielded her skin from the sun; they had washed her face and hair with spunk. She also remembered the Belgian grandpa whose blue car had been stopped in front of the hotel and he had the displeasure of witnessing the gang-rape of his granddaughter, and found solace inside Caterina! His plaintive-sounded moans were forever etched in her shaken memories.

***

Katya no longer knew exactly where she was. They kept playing her Katyusha song on the turntable until it got broken when the soldiers ransacked the whole suite in their mad rage against Soviet Union. The Ambassador nearly got killed when they played Russian roulette with his head and Katya convinced them to stop by giving them complete submission, after the third clicking trigger pull.

They had Katya kneeling and sucking that same Nagant revolver that belonged to the Ambassador, until the newly promoted officer in charge pulled it out of her mouth and fired at the ceiling... and the bullet went off!

From that moment on, Katya was a terrified ghost without colour who got used like a lifeless fuck-doll by the sweating soldiers, each with his mouth open wide and his eyes full round when he died inside her, with the Ambassador her pappy witnessing it all with his face even whiter!

His wife Magda was now more dead than alive, after an entire day and night of getting flattened in an endless ordeal of forced sex in Katya's bedroom. Magda was mercifully given a break; dragged to the living room, she was given the task of doing a mouth job for her husband, the ashen-white ambassador who "clearly needed the distraction".

The whole time she knelt and took her husband in her mouth, the soldiers whistled and catcalled, enjoying to see "how a white wife and her husband do it". When the ambassador was as stiff as a broomstick, he was then instructed to lie down and Katya, in all her ghostly beauty, was carried to him and nudged into riding her pappy. With Magda sobbing as she watched the whole deal.

The Ambassador confusedly recalled having been forced to take Katya from behind at some point during the night. His cock remembered and loved his niece's tight vagina, and Magda heard his grunt when he felt her once again, and Katya took him inside her like a Cossack horsewoman, whimpering with her eyes half-closed, her small tits dancing in plain smug view, while the soldiers laughed.

Magda knew her step-niece well enough to know that the poor girl was finding unexpected comfort from feeling her pappy deep inside her, and his hands cupping her breasts as the niece fucked her pappy amid the circle of vengeful soldiers, some of whom recounted how the officers got beaten up in Camp Léopold before being forced to watch, and partake to, the gang-rape of their nieces and daughters.

One of these daughters, they said, was about eighteen and looked very much like American actress Ann Blyth. The Léopold garrison had masturbated buckets of semen over her, and they all screamed when they filled her up for real in front of her father, the regiment's Colonel. This sparked a debate about the different kinds of brunettes; Katya, Caterina Valente downstairs and that Colonel's daughter were mercilessly compared in terms of perky tits, lovely legs and feet, white butts and facial features being perfect to receive loads, their body perfect for venting out their colonial resentment.

Someone also mentioned a German girl who looked like Judy Garland and another brunette with a ponytail who claimed she was a Yankee pop singer. This rhetoric went on while they all kept watching how the teenage niece kept riding and bouncing on the naked Ambassador, her long dark hair singing a silent melody as she kept at it, moaning in her sense of shaky comfort amid the horror.

"They had it coming!" the Major told his men. "The white pigs all deserved it!"
"This is still wrong!" said a young man, whose eyes nonetheless remained glue to Katya's ever-moving nipples as he nonetheless masturbated.

"Wrong! Look who's talking!" a Sergeant replied and laughed in his sweaty uniform, looking like the proverbial smiling negro, who was seen as jovial and harmless by Europeans.

Katyusha's panting moans resonated throughout the ransacked suite. Lt. Colonel Tatiana Svereva was brought there just in time to see this! Katya riding the naked ambassador in her graceful nakedness, at the very point where she climaxed and looked up at the ceiling, arching her back like a winter Amazon and causing her ghastly white breasts to push out in a show that made the men around her horny again!

And this just as the Ambassador, having held off his edge for quite a while, finally surrendered and erupted with a communist-industrial load of semen! His wife and his daughter-in-law witnessing the deed.

Then it got worse for Tatiana, who had been comically clad back with her disarrayed and much-torn uniform, the spruce-green jacket unbuttoned to such an extend that nearly half her breasts showed, and the Ambassador's eyes met her like this, and immediately got sucked by her inviting cleavage where nipples could almost be seen.

"We sure can arrange this milk session, Komrade Ambassador!" the young Congolese Major said, a smiling negro in his early thirties, not very tall, but showing the commanding presence of the Master Sergeant he had been until his surprise promotion only hours before, a promotion to where he and his men thought he belonged; he was de facto commander of this fresh battalion who had taken over and replaced the tired troops.

The kind Major then commanded the Soviet Air Force Lt. Colonel to kindly kneel down near the Ambassador and give him a full view of her titties! He loved giving orders to this officer who actually out-ranked him.

Tatiana still had pride in her, a super-human feat after her prolonged ordeal that culminated with her session of forced sodomy at the meaty hands of Zambesi. Her submissive Major of a husband was pushed inside the suite just in time to witness Tatiana getting slapped hard and crying, before sinking down to her knees and removing her torn uniform jacket, leaving the kneeling young woman wearing only her spruce-green trousers and barefoot! Tatiana looked younger barefoot and whiter against the darkness of her trousers.

Two soldiers, including the smiling Sergeant, went down behind her and began to frantically kiss and lick her feet! Tatiana shuddered! But she didn't do anything as she was afraid of getting slapped again; getting slapped by a negro felt so humiliating! She would never admit that a small inner part of her was secretly enjoying getting kissed on her feet and ankles by those ape-men.

Seeing his daughter-in-law like this greatly aroused the Ambassador, who rose and put his arms around her... and in front of his own son married to her, in front of his own wife, the Ambassador kissed Tatiana! And as he kissed her and dragged her down on the floor with him, his hand found itself caressing one of her feet, before caressing her leg until he was gently pressing her ass through her uniform's trousers!

"No! Not possible!" exclaimed the son.

"You pig! I knew that you've always wanted her!" said the wife, also in Russian.

Katya looked at the scene with a mix of exhausted indifference and jealousy. She didn't want to share her pappy with no one! In the half-calculating depths of her tired mind, she figured that Magda would divorce him after this and then she'd have her pappy all to herself. Her pappy's cock would be the cure from her African ordeal. It would be her antidote against suicide.

Tatiana felt the 55-year-old Ambassador was repulsive, but she felt even more bitterly the humiliation of being seen like this by those ape-men. Negroes! She hated them even more now! She stiffened and tried to resist and pulled back from his kisses, but the Ambassador firmly held her and easily overpowered the exhausted woman, whom he pinned on her back before enjoying a full dominating view on her breasts. So gorgeous! Finally, he was seeing them! He went hard as he realized he was about to kiss and suck them too!

His wife heard his grunts as he took a full five minutes of tits sucking on the person of his daughter-in-law, who remained stiff with a sour look on her face the whole time, still unable not to be pretty thanks to her blonde hair and her pure Russian features. Those breasts! he had often imagined them whenever he'd seen her in her full uniform, with shapes so strongly hinting at them!

He didn't only sucked her tits; he also went down and kissed her navel and licked her further down, where her skin looked radiantly white against her dark spruce-green trousers, which he unzipped!

"NIET!" Tatiana yelled with rage and tried to get up, but two tall soldiers, including the smiling Sergeant, held her and kept her pinned on the floor, as the Ambassador opened her trousers and now felt her blonde pussy hair against his lips as he began to kiss her mons Veneris! His wife swore in Russian. Tatiana began to cry as the smiling Sergeant began to suck her breasts while she felt his wide nose on her bosom, and worse, her father-in-law's tongue inside her! And she felt her body responding against her will!

Katya hated to see this, but she soon was busy elsewhere as the Major himself took her near Tatiana's husband, her own cousin, where Katya docilely knelt and began to kiss the Major's cock after the Congolese opened his beige trousers for the lovely Russian girl whose face was like a winter fairy-tale.

The Ambassador's son would never forget the moment Katyusha, naked and kneeling so close to him, took the Major's seven incher in her mouth while holding the base of his thick thing! She looked even prettier with this brown thing in her mouth and then she began to lick its head, obeying the nudge of the Major's hand as the officer kept caressing her long dark hair as she pleasured him like the sexual slave she was now, her tongue forming a taboo sign, like a curved C. C for Congo.

While this went on, the son heard his wife Tatiana repeating "Niet! ... Nieet!" because his father was eating her pussy while her tits were getting some extra heat from the soldiers pinning her down, but his attention remained with Katya, the kneeling girl of teenage prettiness who kept submissively licking and working the Major's cock, with her attention on all seven inches of it, and this encounter between her Moscovite tongue and the bulging veins on this tropical boomerang drove him mad with lust!

Two soldiers dropped the son's uniform trousers and he felt shy as his six-inch erection met Katya's eyes! Feeling her gaze on it further increased his arousal. She was so pretty! He had often fantasized about getting intimate with her --- those sorts of fantasies that only remained in the imagination, never to be lived out. Katya slightly paused in her mouth job as she looked at her cousin's erect cock, then carried on as the grunting Major kept carressing her long satin hair.

"Good girl!" the Major said in lingala-accented French. "Very good girl! After me, you get him as your reward. I'm sure he's ooh God! Sure he's going to, aahh, l-like this! yes! Yes! Good Russian girl!"

By this time, Magda the Ambassador's wife was down on all fours and used by young soldiers who were tired of waiting, and Tatiana, her face sweating, failed to stop her body from exploding and she climaxed! From the Ambassador's insistent tongue inside her, and the constant tits sucking from the smiling Sergeant holding her. A smiling face she'd never forget! Her own body violated her by wanting his coffee cock.

"So you like this, isn't it? Colonel!" said the Sergeant who seemed to read her soul as he kept smiling, and then he French-kissed her! knowing she was too terrified, or too far gone, to bit his tongue. Tatiana kept feebly resisting and tried to say "Niet", and she did this because it further aroused her body; her body just couldn't resist this sense of being overpowered and taken by force! Even by her father-in-law.

The Ambassador took the opportunity to kiss Tatiana's feet before removing her trousers and leaving her so beautifully naked, in the arms of this Sergeant who passionately kissed her before finally penetrating her and lasting perhaps a minute of missionary-pounding while she failed to repress loud moans, before he was stopped by the all-mighty explosion! "Aaaaaaaahhhh! The white woman!" he yelled as he filled her up.

Sucking her tits and kissing her had brought him so near, so he just couldn't last long. The smiling Sergeant noticed a glimmer of disappointment in her ice-blue eyes and said, "Don't worry, honey, I'll pay you another visit later!" Then he kissed her and got back up. Blonde! Blue eyes. She was so exotic to him!

"Now, Tatiana! NOW!" barked the Ambassador, his double-chin face looking almost angry at her as he laid down on top of her and she suddenly felt his stiff cock inside her! And as she protested, the Ambassador raped Tatiana as the soldiers laughed and kept her wrists restrained, where she made nice little fists of rage on the rug, near the toppled coffee table, while they ordered her to wrap her legs around the Ambassador and say she loves his cock and how he takes her!

In the meantime, the Major grunted and growled like a horny babboon as he drove Katya's face into his crotch! Katyusha took him so deep she felt him right down her throat! He screamed, "Yes! We fuck their women!" as he ejaculated and Katya was forced to swallow the entire load to avoid suffocating. He couldn't believe he just experienced an even stronger ejaculation than when he raped the Colonel's daughter! It was just so ungodly satisfying! After all these years of daily humiliations and scorn.

"That's a good girl! A very good girl!" said one of the soldiers restraining the Ambassador's son, who was still wearing his derelict Major's uniform of the Soviet Air Force, his gold-and-sky-blue shoulder pads and the stars on it looking useless where Katya finally escaped the Congolese cock and spat out dollops of jism while a thin thread of it still linked her mouth to her customer's thing. Nothing illustrated defeat better than Katya spitting that sort of sperm right next to this gone-flaccid thing, while the victor kept caressing her hair.

"That's a very nice girl we have here!" said the Congolese Major while patting her hair as if she were a good loyal dog. "Now, anyone?" he asked his men.

And much to his shameful chagrin, the defeated Soviet officer witnessed his kneeling cousin in the act of pleasuring a Corporal of Congo who was quite big! The Major introduced him to Katya as "the battalion's baobab!" for he was really thick and Katya had to open her tired mouth all the way to take him.

The ambassador's son thus had full leisure to witness this in addition to the rape of his own wife under his own father!

***

Tatiana had wrapped her priceless legs around her father-in-law, taking secret pleasure in obeying the command from the smiling Sergeant, in a vain attempt to escape the horror she felt by becoming a horny whore.

As the Ambassador fucked her deep, Tatiana crossed her ankles on top of him, in a way that made her husband mad with lust! He hoped to stay married to her! But his eyes kept coming back to Katyusha and how she was pleasuring that man known as the Baobab. Katya was holding his enormous cock with both hands while the tall man kept smiling down on her and petting her hair, calling her a "good little white tramp".

A soldier went at Tatiana's feet and ejaculated ropes of semen on them while the Ambassador kept pounding her, his eyes out of their sockets as he looked down into her disarrayed face! She kept avoiding his gaze, kept looking away! But then a soldier forced her to look up! Their gazes met and the Ambassador saw the horror and repulsion in her eyes, mixed with the secret pleasure she felt from being under him. He remembered how promptly she had wrapped her legs around him after being ordered to, and understood that his daughter-in-law secretly loved being given commands.

The Ambassador pulled out of her and gave her a command: "Now, Tatiana, suck my cock and let me fuck you from behind!" he said in Russian. His son and his wife understood.

"You pig!" Magda said from where she was busy getting raped on all fours, soon before another soldier stuffed her mouth and told her to "shut up and taste Congolese cock".

His son stood petrified as he watched his wife obey the command. He nonetheless kept gazing at Katya as she was now working the Baobab's full length with her tongue, doing as if he were one hell of a piece of chocolate ice cream, and her dainty hands looked so small on it! She kept massaging her king-size customer while ever-licking his cock. She couldn't believe such a huge thing actually existed! She felt both like dirt and a queen given the privilege of tasting the most taboo thing there was.

"Look at her go!" the Major said. "Just look at her go! She loves this!"
"She loves chocolate!"
"She's our ice-cream queen!"
"She swallows too!"

"Good Lord, this is so much fun!"

The Ambassador, trying to forget Katya's predicament, but unable not to feel horny at this notion, stood on his knees while Tatiana moved herself like a human snake until she was kissing his cock, and then she obeyed his command and took him deep and began to convulsively bob her head back and forth, giving him a heated round of cigar smoking. Her husband knew she was really good at this.

Tatiana was now holding the Ambassador's hips and licking his softening erection with obedient passion! She was so far beside herself! She was now almost hugging him and pressing her hands into his hairy butt while licking his cigar like a lollipop, as if he were the last man on earth! He quickly grew hard again and she took him fully inside her mouth!

"That's it, Tanya! Yes! You're a wonderful daughter-in-law! Yes! You'll get promoted to full Colonel when we get back to Moscow! Yes!" the Ambassador commented in grunting Russian.

The tall Congolese whose baobab was being sucked by Katya entered in a fit of convulsions! He pulled out of her mouth and flooded her pretty face with a huge load, making her a true African icing queen!

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRGGHHH NOW THAT'S THE ICING ON THE CAKE!"

The next soldier moved Katyusha down on her hands and knees because he wanted to fuck. Another one silenced her with his cock, so she was now spit-roasted, more gorgeous than ever between both naked Congolese who double-teamed her and hugged her with the heated urgency of their moans and their caressing hands. So much for her cousin to see!

"This pretty fairy princess sure knows how to take Congolese cigars!" the Major said as he masturbated to revive his cock.

***

"Now down on your back!" commanded the Ambassador.

Tatiana hesitated as she expected him to order her down on all fours. "You heard me, tramp! On your back! Do as I say, Colonel!"

Tatiana immediately laid herself down on her back and spread her legs for her father-in-law, finding weird solace in being ordered around in her native Russian.

The Ambassador took her like a man! He had a Herculean erection and once he was inside Tatiana, she moaned hard and loud and surprised as he took her waist and began to pound her like a madman, lifting her butt clean off the floor in the process!

Tatiana was barking her whimpers as her surprised body got shaken hard! Her father-in-law was using her like a weightless doll! All 60 kilos of her! She had no idea he was so strong!

"HA! HAA! HA HA HAAA HAAAA YES YES! THIS! GOOD! TANYA! LOVE YER TITS!" the Ambassador uttered, his whole frame pure adrenaline as he gave Tatiana the tremendous punishment! Her wildly jiggling tits were music to his eyes as he lost himself in the savage act! Those tits that had always tantalizing him under her neat uniform jacket and made him secretly jealous of his own son! At last! They were now an open book of dancing flesh! Tatiana's nipples a pale secret revealed, just like the gold of her cunt!

"AAA AAAAAAA NIET NIET NIET!" Tatiana kept uttering from where she felt that rug furiously moving under her shoulder blades. She was being punished and taken by a man! Her husband never gave it to her like this! Everything danced and got toppled in her world. She suddenly pictured herself in Korea as a young officer who got cornered and gang-raped by her own pilot students! All of them Chinese.

Tatiana screamed and her entire body became a white flame of heat!

The Ambassador screamed as his clenched fingers sank into Tatiana's waist and the daylight bathing her ever-moving breasts did the rest. He yelled, "Dddaaaaaaahh dddjjjjnnmmmggghhhh..." and filled up his daughter-in-law with unfathomable relief!

Tatiana lay in shock, unable to process what the hell just happened. She was still trying to wrap her blonde head around this after ten more soldiers took turns in raping her in a very similar way, until her waist was painfully sore from being constantly held and she begged them to use her from behind, but she only spoke Russian in her exhaustion, so the brown boys from Congo kept showing her how strong they were and kept using her while lifting her buttocks off the floor!

Katya underwent a whole line-up of soldiers, and only then she was thrown into her cousin's lap. Confused and ambarrassed and shy, the Ambassador's son nonetheless took the opportunity to suck her all-white tits and taste her nipples. He was so painfully stiff after only moments of doing this.

With his father forced to watch, with his wife still stunned after being wildly shaken, he put Katya on her back and penetrated her as if she were his wife. The entire time, he used his elbows to prop himself up where he could see the surreal play of her young tits as he took deep forbidden thrusts inside her.

The water in Katya's eyes looked still and tired. He could tell he didn't mean much to her, but tried to convince himself otherwise by buying the easy explanation--she was exhausted. He kissed her and gazed at a spot where her black hair met her pristine skin at her temple, and as she looked away from him and silently sobbed, he kissed her ear and felt a convulsion in her, as he intensified his pounding and passed his edge.

He climaxed while kissing her neck and feeling the silk breeze of her hair in his face. "HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN..."

The Ambassador would never look at his son the same way again. Neither would his wife.

TO BE CONTINUED.

[HistBuff]

Karla Laan was used the whole forenoon by Lieutenant Bienvenue Kabongo, his dozen men and some of the hotel staff, including a dishwasher boy who screamed and looked into her eyes with the most shocked expression she had ever seen, as he died inside her and fell upon her breasts, where he remained lost in sweating contemplation, his attention taken by the three tiny birth marks she had not far from her left nipple. The air was getting hot and oppressive inside her small room on the fifth floor.

The boy began to play with her pert breasts, making them move and watching how the dim daylight gave her skin different shades of that fascinating paleness. He still couldn't wrap his head around the fact he was seein a white woman wearing no clothes at all. Karla felt the deep, thrilling humiliation of being touched liberally by the Congolese boy who was a decade younger than herself. Then the Lieutenant kissed her while gently stroking her brown hair as if she were his wife!

After a bathroom break and some water splashed on her face as refreshment, the Lieutenant ordered the naked journalist to sit at her well-used table, take her blue pen and a fresh sheet of paper and write a sentence he dictated in French...

"J'ai été violée par les soldats congolais." (I was raped by the Congolese soldiers.)

"B-but the sheet's getting wet; too much sweat on the table..." she said.

"Write it down anyway, bitch!"

The Flemish jourrnalist somehow wrote the sentence, although there were blotches where the paper was too wet from sweat. Added to it was her own sweat dropping from her hair.

"Lousy work! Take another sheet and write it again!"

"Y-yes."

"You better call me Sir. We might take you to the barracks at Camp Léopold, but we'll leave at noon if you're nice to us. Write it down! 'The Congolese soldiers raped me'."

And Karla wrote, tears in her eyes, in blue ink on the humid paper...

"Les soudards Congolais m'ont violée." (The Congolese drunkards raped me.)

Karla noticed her mistake and went to bar the word "soudards" in an effort to correct her mistake and write "soldats", but it was too late.

Bienvenue slammed her face first on her table and asked if any of the men was good enough to punish her, for he and his men had each spent two loads inside her already. The Flemish girl indeed had received a great deal in every hole she had.

The youngest soldier showed up with his cock already revived and eager.

"Young man, take her ass! That's an order!"

"It's a sin against religion, Sir!"

"How dare you reply to me. Sodomize her I say!"

"No, Sir! God is my witness that I'm going to rape her the righteous way! Uh, again."

"All right! Do as you please, lad, but you're demoted!"

"I can't be demoted, Sir. I'm the one who's cleaning the latrines, Sir..."

As he spoke, the Congolese boy ran his hands on Karla's buttocks, greatly aroused by her heart-shaped bottom and its soft vastness, which the bent-over journalist instinctively showcased to him, as if to reward him for his well-placed religious values. Karla still could not believe that she was naked amid them and her ass was being touched by a pair of dark brown hands that sensually ran over its contour. She turned and looked at him. How young he looked! Another boy!

The small crowded room detonated as the boy finally penetrated her! She said things in her Flemish about boys being hard and indefatigable, as she felt his hold around her waist and her cheek kept sliding on the sweaty sheets of paper; she was still holding her blue pen in her clenched fist, her body rocked against the creaking table and feeling those fleshy loud collision against the naked boy... Smat! Smat smat smat... He was grunting increasingly louder, now sounding like a mountain gorilla...

Then the boy gave in to the Devil. He pulled out and penetrated her anus! Karla squealed with surprise as the pain exploded, followed by dark fireworks of wavy pleasure, in rhythm with the boy's exertions. He began to moan as he urgently swept her chimney, and soon exploded in a burst of low-pitched growls and she felt almost disappointed that it was already over; her body forced her to love his touch.

As she felt this boy twitch inside her rectum, Karla vowed to herself that when she'd be back in Brussels, she'd use her status as a journalist to arrange things so she would find herself alone for hours with an entire youth football team, and she'd suck each and every lad dry. Or else, she was to go cover youth rugby in Oxford in fall. Yes, this would be it! Less risk to get caught outside her own country. Being ass-fucked didn't do much good to her brain.

She was then taken to her bed and all the men took sweaty turns in kissing and licking every inch of her. They never seemed tired of exploring her. Karla didn't resist. Why would she want to get punished? She wasn't stupid, was she?

Karla felt their improbable touch on her with confusion in her shaken thoughts. She let go and gave them her body. What could she do against so many horny men and boys? It wasn't her fault. She just happened to be at the wrong place at the worst time.

She thus tried to forgive herself for the slight enjoyment she took in feeling their hands pressing and kneading her buttocks, her breasts, which was the one thing that forced her to wish for another cock inside her, or inside her mouth.

There was the flash from a Kodak as someone began to take pictures of her nakedness. They even commanded her to take a pose on all fours where her butt curves would be shown in their best angle on the black-and-white pictures.

"Wow! She looks like she's still nineteen in this position!" the photograph exclaimed. And another flash bathed her revealed charms and she felt a secret, shameful pride to hear a twenty-year old boy say she was so very young. She was turning twenty-nine in November, already!

Their hands made her feel young. Their tongues licking her everywhere were the likely result of any popular revolt where negroes outnumbered whites by a hundred to one. She was ordered to take their flaccid cocks in her hands and lick them, and to "be a good girl if you don't want to spend two weeks in our barracks, white bitch!"

"Turn her on her back. I'm going to ejaculate on her tits. She deserves it!" said the naked Lieutenant as he masturbated his full six inches, somehow reviving it as he knelt beside her and contemplated her cute face, the dark brown of her hair and the forbidden expanse of her cleavage between the lying mounds of those Belgian breasts he had coveted for so long!

As soon as the mutiny erupted and they had pummeled their officers and thrown them in jail, they had gone straight for their houses, beat down the door and then found and grabbed the wives and daughters, all trying to hide or run to no avail! As he masturbated with purpose, the smiling officer remembered how they had grabbed a Major's niece called Carole, and how they had exclaimed and yelled their fierce anticipation of seeing her slim figure in the nude, at last! Her student's saddle shoes were soon pulled off her feet along with her socks, and her bare feet touched and kissed as they carried the gesticulating girl.

Carole DeVos had shrieked and tried to fight them off, but they were far too strong and hungry! They had cleared the dining table of any utensils, cups and whatnot and had pinned her there, savagely ripping her dark aquatic green skirt off, and revealing the secret of her light-brown bush after taking her lavender panties as a trophy. Carole had sensual feet and legs that had got the Lieutenant as hard as a bull, and upon realizing he was the highest-ranking man, he had gone painfully hard as he realized he was going to be first inside her.

Carole had screamed at the top of her lungs while her mother swore and said "you're all going to hang for this!" and he and his men just laughed. He had produced his cock, a terrifying sight for the virgin girl, who shrieked to a glass-breaking point as they forced her to open her legs through slaps and threats, and shrieked even more when he began to strain against her entrance...

"Noooo nooo nooooooo Matante! Matante! Dis-leur d'arrêter, naaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!" (... Auntie! Auntie! Tell them to stop...)

He relived it all as he masturbated above the journalist's tits. He had deflowered Carole while she was still clothed from her waist up, letting the shapes of her pert breasts titillate him through her sea-foam green shirt, and he ripped it open and tore her bra off just as he passed his edge! He had screamed so loud when he erupted inside Carole! the lovely girl he and his men had so often seen around the Camp! Her eyes had exploded in a new horror as she kept looking at them all; she knew most of them by their first name and never thought they'd do a thing like this.

A line-up had formed and Carole had been properly gang-raped on the table, at times bent over it, by the revolted troops, in order of rank. Her aunt forced to watch. Similar scenes were happening throughout the white-officer houses, whose walls seemed to explode with shrill screams as the enlisted men had taken full control of Camp Léopold. Very few white women on the base escaped the unthinkable.

As he relived the moment where he ripped Carole's shirt open and tore her bra off, Lieutenant Kabongo yelled, "Aaaaahhhhh! Take this, Dutch tramp!" as he spewed a creamy load on Karla's breasts! They were pert, slightly fuller than Carole's and a bit whiter too. Carole had a rich complexion with a tinge of buttery gold that smelled like fresh spring. Karla smelled more like sweaty vanilla.

Karla didn't register the insult of being called a Dutch as she felt the hot sauce on her Flemish tits. A flash immortalized the moment in a picture that would somehow find its way to the drawer of a General in Brussels, who would recognize her and devise a way to blackmail her; why would he be content to masturbate to her picture when he could have her for real? And bring some friends too.

Unaware she had a career waiting for her up north, Karla received a shower of hot semen, all flushed in sweat after naked boys climbed on her bed and surrounded her with masturbating efforts above her surreal breasts! Left and right, the sperm deluge fell, and as more Kodak flashes blinded her, she didn't even realize she had her mouth wide open in an unconscious attempt to catch and drink some of the boys' sludge, as they raped her ears with their grunting homage.

Karla had never felt so much wanted in her whole life. They must have spent years dreaming of doing this with a white woman. They were crazy mad about her!

If only she had seen the madness in the soldiers and civilians who raped Frida and the other students from Norway! She would have been humbled.

***

"Hrrr hrr hrrr hrrrr HHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRRRRHHH AT LAST! WE CAN FUCK WHITE PUSSY!!!" uttered a dishwasher as he came inside Frida, the tenth or eleventh man in a long line-up that stretched all along the hallway and downstairs! This young brunette was movie-star material! Her butt seemed designed to provide milky-skin fun and take the assaults of an entire Congolese battalion!

The whole thing was being witnessed by Nils the beaten-up student, and by Olaf the equally beaten- and tied-up teacher. Frida was unbearably beautiful in the nude; seeing her taken by negroes was so deeply humiliating! There was nothing they could do... but watch and feel the added shame of being hard under their unreachable pants.

Frida was resting her head down on the hallway floor and taking the ordeal on her knees and elbows, her hastily folded clothes still there under her sore knees as a crude cushion. The men didn't get tired of using her in this position where her maddening curves guaranteed a lasting erection followed with an extremely satisfying eruption!

They each sounded like a dying macaque whenever they blissfully fertilized her, their fingers clutching the crease of her gone-sore hips. Frida had sperm dripping down her entrance as each God-fearing man took her the virtuous way, maintaining her dread of being sodomized as well. Sometimes they slapped her butt and called her a "branded white tramp".

Her hope to keep her brown hole for Nils was still alive. Frida kept her eyes closed; the shame of being gang-raped in front of Nils by negroes was unbearable! She now knew ten nuances of Congolese grunting; the Captain had sounded like a screaming macaque; others like men being shot. Others like love-sick dogs. One man had given her a profound, penetrating high-pitched moan and quite a huge load, which he liberally spilled on her buttocks after exiting her.

This hot African butter was then spread all over her buns by another pair of hands. "This is nice and proper! You had it coming! Oooh yes! White skin! A dream come true! Aaaahhhh! Now let's fuck this!" the man had said before uttering "AAAAAAHHH!" as he viciously penetrated Frida, who took him sobbing and whimpering, cherishing her one hope of keeping her anal virginity intact.

As a grim bonus, she was hearing the screams from her fellow students, each of whom was being savagely raped in room 308. As well as the girls in room 309.

Worse still, the boys had all been pulled out of their rooms and ordered to stand along the wall and remain quiet, and watch Frida getting gang-raped by dozens of Congolese. The boys had all been tied up with their hands in their back for good measure. Frida felt their gaze on her and cried in shame under the repeated thrusts from her current rapist. Each new pair of hands holding her hips was just like the one before, just a different tone of grunting, and the same urgency. They kept whistling and commenting on her long dark hair and the whiteness of her skin. Some called her Blanche Neige (Snow White).

In room 308, the orgy was in full swing. Ingrid the teacher and every single student had been stripped Eve-naked after some rounds of half-naked enjoyment.

Kept with her legs open on the table, Else had her pussy eaten by someone who didn't mind the foul taste as he was fascinated by the copper brown of her thin pussy hair and he kept using his tongue to great moaning effect on the small girl with pigtails and a pair of glasses, now thickly covered with dry semen.

"NEi! NEI NEI NEEEEEEEEEEIII!" the Norwegian red-hair kept chanting as her world kept being upended, and bathing in her own sweat, she shook and felt the myriads of explosions within her as she was also being massaged on her breasts while someone kept tapping his cock on her face while she climaxed hard.

In the living room, Lina was having her blonde's ass kept in full sight as each return customer took his turn inside this exotic girl who, they had decided, was best fucked like a bitch. From behind. The naked teacher was even forced to go kiss Lina's behind after being kept watching how every man seemed to press himself against and upon the blonde student when he came, just like a dog on a bitch!

Alone in the bedroom with a pack of six soldiers, Valeria was kept on the disarrayed, sweat-damp bed and used in all manners the Congolese had fantasized about...

Being raped the old-fashioned way, the man on top of her and destroying her virginity like a mercenary raping the lord's daughter during the sacking of a castle. Done.

Ravished from behind by a negro commenting on the platinum gold of her long hair. Done.

Sodomized in the most brutal way until her eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. Done. The Devil took note of the poor condemned souls.

Having her banana beer poured on her tits, then sucked and licked to the men's full content. Done.

Having her entire body worshiped from the tip of her toes to the gold rush of her hair. Done! Being forced to drink banana beer, then forced to swallow the sperm from three or four soldiers who had already sodomized her. Done and she'd always have the taste following her around. Never able to wipe that smell off her. She hated these macaques and their shit country!

***

By eleven o'clock, the ordeal had lasted four hours, and a few men were still waiting their turn to rape Frida. Each man seriously tempted by her asshole.

The last man was the charm.

"Neeiii!" Frida screamed when she felt the thing push against her virgin rectum! The pain was unbearable as the grunting man gained a full inch and forced it open! The grief of losing that last thing she had hoped to keep for Nils was worse, far worse.

"Oh Nils! Nils! I'm so sorry for this..." Frida mumbled, only heard by Nils, Olaf and the other Norwegian boys nearby as the man enjoyed a silent, heated and short-lived round of anal sex while holding her butt cheeks open for a deeper intimacy.

It ended by the predictable growl and then, the hallway went still. The Lieutenant spoke...

"Now we're going to play some nice games. First, get all those girls out of their rooms and let's see who has the whitest butt!"

Bienvenue was promptly obeyed and a short while later, all the whimpering, crying girls were kindly helped out of both rooms and into the crowded hallway, where they were met with the white boys and their blushing faces as they gazed at the naked girls, seeing all!

"So! Who has the whitest skin? Let's see..." the officer bellowed, smiling a mile wide as he spotted Else and her semen-covered glasses.

"This one is a red-hair, very white, Sir! With pigtails and freckles on her face, Sir!" said a soldier, also smiling a mile wide as he approached the short girl and gently caressed the bush of thin copper brown hair she had between her thin legs.

"And her smile is lovely with these braces on her teeth. Smile for the Lieutenant, young lady! She's small, but she's taken a lot."

The stunned girl smiled and was met with a round of laughter and whistles. Then she saw Hilda, who hid her sex with her hands, but failed to keep a soldier from tapping her slim butt.

"Uho, I think we have a winner!" Lieutenant Bienvenue said aloud as he appraised Hilda, whose skin looked vampire-white against the jet black of her long hair. "Yes! This one is the whitest girl in Congo!"

"Then let's give her a prize!" suggested the old warrant officer, who had been the second man inside Frida.

"A prize, yes... The problem is, we're all quite spent to give her the prize we know she deserves. Oohh, lucky men who grabbed her first! This black-haired pussy of hers must be quite something to feel!" the Lieutenant said as he looked at the white boys. His eyes lighted up. "I think, boys, that we'll have quite a show to see! You there, take this girl and do as you please, or else!"

"No!" Nils replied. "No, not her! I want her! I love this girl!" he said again, pointing at Frida, who was still sobbing on all fours, her entire body sore, but now looking up at him, with feeble light in her eyes as she heard that he still wanted her, even after THIS.

"Yes, yes, I know you love her, but where would be the fun? Much funnier for you to fuck this black-haired tramp in front of your own girlfriend, and besides, I'm sorry to say your girlfriend needs a little rest! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!"

Nils kept refusing, but two well-built soldiers untied him and kept restraining his wrists as they forced him to come near Hilda, who looked at Nils with a mix of disgust and fascination. Hilda was a girl who needed a lot of time to feel comfortable enough with a boy before getting intimate, and many boys had stopped dating her because they just couldn't wait.

As Nils came near Hilda and finally looked at her small breasts, he remembered one time he had seen her running in track and field, and how the small shapes of her breasts had had him think about her topless, and that night he had masturbated to quite a hefty load!

"Hilda! My poor sweet Hilda!" Else cried and hugged the black-haired girl after breaking free.

"Go get bent! I hate you!" her bully replied as she pushed her back. Nils was taken aback as he realized he was seeing Else naked! All the girls he knew were there, wearing nothing!

"Now, tomboy, get down on your knees and take your prize for the whitest skin. Suck his cock! I can see he wants it!" the Lieutenant barked while a soldier restrained Else while groping her ass.

Frida saw the whole deal! And she hated how Hilda got down on her knees a little too eagerly in front of Nils. She hated it even more when she saw that Hilda looked up right into Nils' eyes as she took hold of his quickly surging erection, hesitated, then took two licks at it, observing his reaction with notes of curiosity in her dulled eyes.

Nils tried to look away, but Hilda had beautiful eyes, dark eyes. Really beautiful eyes. How stupid of him to never have thought of asking her out on a date! Such beautiful eyes!

And he began to gently stroke Hilda's blacker than black hair as he saw her in a brand new light. She had such a small tight body! He felt all funny and ill-at-ease as he realized that he wanted to fuck Hilda, but not like this, not there with all those depraved soldiers watching, after she had been repeatedly raped, and yet his cock was hard, her tongue on it felt good. His erection was so powerful! It would be amazing to explode inside Hilda! And suck her tits! He had pictured them through her tee-shirt when she was in track-and-field.

The naked girl felt the change in him. Hilda kept looking up to him as she engulfed his hard cock inside her mouth! The slurping sounds of their encounter filled the silent hallway, before the soldiers and hotel staff began to cheer and whistle as the small girl went to work on Nils, her tongue out and running his full length while her little fingers teased his tensed meat.

"Hoaaaaahh oooh this is, good!" Nils uttered as he precummed inside Hilda's tight mouth, feeling her tongue while she tasted how funny-salty a boy could be. The taste was nothing like the Congolese semen that had been forced down her throat. Nils was a white boy. A boy she liked.

This happened much to Frida's chagrin and mortification. Why wasn't he looking at her anymore?

But then, the officer gave a sharp order. All the white boys were set free and paired with a girl, one boy for each girl, but there were fewer boys than girls, and two young ladies were left without a partner. Else and surprisingly, Frida. It was as if they saw how used she was, or because she was so beautiful that the boys wouldn't dare confront her after she was so massively raped; and she looked angry as she saw how Nils kept caressing Hilda as he nudged her into lying down on the floor and laid himself on her!

Olaf the teacher was paired with Hilda. And Else being the lone one without a boy, Ingrid the teacher was paired with her! The men had a good laugh as Else began sucking her teacher's generous jugs of milk!

Soon, the entire hallway echoed with an intensifying amount of astonished grunting as the boys copulated with the female students! Some girls like Valeria screamed and tried to resist, but they were too exhausted and the boys were horny, very horny after what they had heard and witnessed for hours. The boys wanted to fuck these girls they saw everyday at school, no matter how twisted the setting was.

Nils greatly enjoyed Hilda's tits. He sucked them good and long! He had been wanting them for long months. "So sorry it has to be like this," he finally said, with a lingering hand caressing her left tit and feeling her wanted nipple under his palm.

"Doesn't matter. Already been raped. Doesn't matter," Hilda replied as she pressed her pubic area against the boy and began to rub him with her whole body. "Doesn't matter. Just take me and get it over with."

The Congolese soldiers cheered for them, and jeered at them, having a good laugh upon seeing how clumsy some of the boys were in their first time with a girl, but the white boys were so ungodly horny that no antics from the girl kept them from the use of their pussy, and each pairing had the same loud-grunting outcome on the hallway floor, while Ingrid was now eating Else's pussy and the small girl filled the place with long horny moans while calling Hilda's name and looking at how Nils was now penetrating her cute bully.

Most of the boys had already lost their virginity in their very first flourish inside a girl. Lina was paired with an ugly boy who still had lingering acne on his face and he was known to seldom wash. She was one of the prettiest girls in the entire college! She hated every moment of it! He was on top of her and he screamed into her face, "LinaaaaaaaaaaaHHHH NNDDJAAAAAAAAHH!" when his cock exploded deep inside her! She hated the feel of him! And his smell!

Most of the girls were more dead than alive and simply received their boy with a mix of disgust and tired indifference. Some of the girls liked the boy and began feebly responding; one even wrapped her legs around her impromptu lover and moaned loud and hard as she felt the surprising approach of a climax! Then the boy moaned along with her and lost a great deal of semen, possibly impregnating her.

Olaf could not believe this was happening after he turned Frida on her back and had a go at her wonderful breasts! Finally! He had her, with her tantalizing plaid shirt off! Her breasts and his mouth! Then he grew afraid his captors would pull him away and he went right to the point.

The forty-year-old teacher penetrated the teenage student! Olaf yelled out of sheer delight as he became her vaginal prisoner! He grunted like a mad gorilla, kissing and licking her face as she bitterly sobbed and looked away in disgust, his heated moans hugging her face as she smelled his bad breath that reeked with cigarette and brandy.

Frida would never forget her geography teacher's final groaning explosion inside her. Did he detonate! That's when she knew that this pig had always secretly lusted after her. She was going to report him! Then she thought about it and remembered that her father was an affluent businessman in Oslo. The scandal this would make! Her reputation! What about her reputation? Her family's? Then she panicked and thought of the countless loads she had taken from all those men who had gang-raped her. Congolese men. What if... What if she turned out pregnant?

She bitterly cried and sobbed, pushing Olaf away with surprising force as he tried to kiss her while deflating inside her, as if to make sure she got all his semen. She did so just in time to see Nils on top of Hilda. The naked bitch! Hilda had wrapped her legs around him as she got fucked, and, and he was deep-kissing her as he kept pounding her hard and good! Under nourished cheers and whistles from the Congolese.

Frida wanted to kill her! The bitch! Always her!

She sensed Nils' unfathomable pleasure as he violently erupted inside the small girl that lay under him with her beautiful dark eyes and even darker hair. The eighteen-year-old lad learned one principle of life. Small girl, big load. His cock now belonged to this five-feet-tall girl with her air of mystery and those small tits that had a way to arouse him against his will.

Hilda felt all funny and confused, surprised that the ever-present pain in her pussy had subsided, and she kept kissing Nils, finding solace amid this nightmare.

Then she was grabbed and reminded of where she was as a coal-black naked man fingered her pussy. Nils had also been grabbed, and while he was restrained by two soldiers, the Lieutenant began punching him, breaking his nose at one point.

"Aaahhh! We beat up the boys and then rape the girls!" Bienvenue said as he walked to Hilda. "Take this girl down on all fours. I'm gonna try her out!"

"Nnnooooo! No please don'T! No more! No more! Please! Pleee-eeee eeeeeeeze!" the raven-haired girl protested, tears in her eyes as she was joyfully forced down on her hands and knees by the laughing soldiers, all of them now in various states of undressing.

Hilda felt the hard floor under her knees as she sensed the Lieutenant kneeling behind her and dreaded his hands on her. After being had by Nils, being raped again by one of these brutes felt so much worse! She exploded in sobs as she felt his hands on her.

"Aaaaah! The whitest girl in Congo! Let's see..."

As he spoke, Bienvenue masturbated to an acceptable degree of stiffness, and he groaned with satisfaction as he brutally entered Hilda and learned how tight and young she felt, her tight ass a bonus as he felt the victorious swelling of his cock inside her, and he got deeper, enjoying the victory of raping a white girl in Congo!

Bienvenue held nothing back! He was tired so he lasted longer, while her tightness and the sight of her light-and-shadow beauty ensured he remained as hard as a coconut inside her! Hilda spent the next ten minutes begging him to stop amid her sobs and cries, while he became increasingly loud and urgent in his act of rape.

The hallway became the confused theatre of a renewed orgy where the white boys were severely beaten up, as the soldiers took great joy in doing so, their cocks hardening anew as they battered the male students and their teacher knowing that the girls would then get raped.

Since Bienvenue was held in such high regard, all the girls were then gang-raped on all fours by the horny satyrs. The sounds that echoed throughout the hallway was indescribable! It sounded as if a herd of horny buffaloes were copulating in all urgency, while the girls sobbed and cried and begged. Ingrid shared her students' fate and received slaps from flaccid cocks on her face after three men had enjoyed her while looking at Lina or Valeria or Frida amid the orgy.

Bienvenue held back the moment of his relief, immensely enjoying each new thrust inside this raven-haired girl, with a tight little body as white as a vampyress, holding her taut ass that told him about a girl who was quite active. Their encounter had gone lower, where he had spread his thighs apart as her legs got more and more folded, and he held her protruding ass between his dark hands! Punishing her with his stiff cigar as she sang her pathetic litany of begging and whimpering, until he passed his edge and smiled like a mental case!

"AAAAHHHYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNN NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!"

Bienvenue remained there, panting and unable to believe how strong this ejaculation had been. He must have given a full gallon of it! Such a small girl for such a big load. White girls had a natural ability do draw a lot of sperm. These girls were worth taking to their barracks.

TO BE CONTINUED.

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"Les Belges! Les soldats belges! Ils arrivent! Ils arrivent!" (The Belgians! Belgian soldiers! They're on their way! On their way!) shouted a soldier as he entered the hotel's lobby, where the orgy had begun to wane. It was just past noon.

This young soldier went to the poolside and gave the same terrible news. A company of Belgian paratroopers had just landed and they were on their way to the hotel! This wasn't entirely accurate. Belgian soldiers did touch down on the wings of Sabena and had got off the two Super-Constellation four-propeller planes, after a long, tiring flight.



There were not enough soldiers to do anything else than secure the airport. But Prime Minister Lumumba knew the Congolese soldiers and how their mind worked. He had started the rumor, knowing that deep down, they were totally terrified of the Belgian soldiers! Lumumba had told Moscow at dawn that he'd have their delegation freed at once from where they were trapped.

With an evil smile he had stalled for time, to show the Soviets that Congo was independent now; he had waited another six hours! But now two Tupolev Tu-104 planes were just about to land in Léopoldville, carrying Soviet soldiers to escort their delegation back to Moscow. Lumumba knew the joke was over.

He smiled as he remembered how he had raped Caterina Valente during the night; he and Colonel Mobutu had intended to go all the way up to the seventh floor and enjoy the Ambassador's niece and this blonde Colonel who had looked at them with so much scorn, but they had stumbled upon Caterina.

***

As soon as they heard about Belgian paratroopers being on their way to the hotel, the Congolese panicked!

"They're going to kill us!"
"We're dead!"

"Let's get out of here!!!"

Within five minutes, there wasn't a single Congolese man left in the Memling hotel.

White men were stunned to find forgotten rifles, all loaded and ready to fire! The soldiers had fled like a crowd of scared old women!

As they hastily put their uniforms back on, two young soldiers looked at Caterina Valente, who was reclining on the sky-blue concrete floor near the pool where she had been washed in a humiliating way by those same boys, both naked and smiling at the time as they kept wetting her face and looking at the tiny pearls of sunny water on her breasts. Now she was naked, shaking her head in her hand, too stunned to stare back at them. Both soldiers avoided her gaze and muttered, "We're very sorry, Ma'am." Then they vanished.

It took a while for the women to realize that the ordeal was finally over. Caterina remained there, lying at the poolside, her head in her hands, oblivious of her nakedness, not minding the white men nearby who came to help their wives and daughters. Her body hurt; it was overrun by lingering sensations of phantom hands touching her and phantom voices that jeered and catcalled and called her a white tramp.

The white men were nearly all ashamed of what they had done during the night. They avoided her gaze. Most of them had taken secret pleasure in watching Caterina get gang-raped by the Congolese. A couple of them had even raped her as well, prompted to do so by the soldiers, but not entirely unwilling. Now they couldn't confront her as a person. They just couldn't.

Alone and naked, Caterina heavily got up; she had trouble walking. Her eyes met LaVerne's and both girls fell into each other's arms, crumbled on the concrete floor and began to cry! Their tears were a welcome boon, and so was their stricken affection for each other. They were tightly united by the same ordeal they had gone through, with notes of morbid pride for having survived it.

Patti and Toni were both sobbing in each other's hug, equally oblivious of their own nakedness. The steward was gone. One moment he had been kissing and caressing Patti's lower legs, the next he had vanished like a bad dream.

Heidi was stunned, still half-reclining on the poolside floor, sitting on her heels, also oblivious of her naked beauty. She didn't recognize her own fiancé and her father when they came with clothes to cover her.

"No! Go away! Go away!" she screamed in German with her arms in front of her in a protective gesture, thinking they were strangers who had come to rape her. She wasn't the only raped woman to be struck by such a mad fear of all men.

Zelda remained there, sitting naked near Heidi and balancing her torso like a pendulum, utterly out of her mind and screaming in terror whenever she saw a man approaching too close. Caterina came to her and the Swiss teenage girl looked at her and began to cry!

"Caterina! You're Caterina Valente! Please, hold me, I... I'm dead!" the girl said in Swiss German, trying to search the Italian words to translate as she was too exhausted to remember that her favourite singer spoke German just as well as she did.

Caterina held Zelda in her arms and led her into standing up, always hugging her and comforting her. "Ruhig, ruhig..." (Calm down, calm down) she gently said, softly stroking her hair. The Swiss girl trembled, then exploded in loud wailing sobs as she remembered how those bad men had grabbed her before ripping her dignity off her and hurting her for hours on end. Her mother came and hugged her while the father and husband looked at the floor in shame, not daring to look at Caterina, who was still naked.

"We need doctors here! Call the doctors!" the singer shouted in French at nearby men, then in German, and they ran in search of a phone that worked.

Throughout the hotel, the white women were all like zombies and ghosts. Feeble shadows of the healthy beings they used to be. Tablecloths were used to cover their battered modesty, and it was odd to see these living ghosts walk around the ransacked lobby wearing checkered red-and-white tablecloths, while the men kept looking at the floor, but couldn't resist looking at the girls' bare feet and lower legs.

The mothers began panicking as they remembered their children! Their babies! It would be soon learned that the hotel female staff, all of them Congolese women, had taken care of the white children! Some of the first-arrived soldiers had even helped them leave the hotel with white children, perhaps to ease their conscience as they knew what they were about to do with these children's mothers and elder sisters!

The children would be reclaimed unharmed, even playing along with Congolese children in cramped apartments filled with love and good Samaritan values.

***

On the fifth floor, Karla Laan found herself alone, naked, sitting on her heels on the floor of her ransacked room, resting against her bed with her head feeling like it was exploding and weighing a ton. Her face and hair crusted with semen, and all sorts of forgotten things lying on the floor... Garrison caps, a beige uniform shirt, even rifles. And a Browning pistol. She suddenly thought about suicide.

She didn't cry. What for? Slowly, she dragged herself to the closet and found a summer dress that she hastily put on. Then the journalist cleaned her table, sat and began to write. The world needed to learn what happened.

***

The Norwegian students were left there, naked and confused, boys and girls, the girls looking at each other and erupting in loud sobs, the boys looking down in shame.

Frida found Nils and kissed him. "It's all right, Nils. I forgive you. They made you do it..."

Nils remained silent in Frida's arms while Else was comforting her bully, Hilda, who was crying like a hurt child.

"Why? Why did they do this? Why? AAAAAA AAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA... WHY!" the raven-haired girl wailed, too exhausted and confused to do anything about that pesky red-haired girl who tried to comfort her.

Ingrid the teacher looked at her girls, all changed forever, and was greatly concerned that some of them would take their life, unable to live on with their dark memories. Olaf looked at the floor, then at Frida.

Olaf ran into room 308, went to the balcony and jumped over! He fell with a thud on the sidewalk 10 meters below.

***

On the seventh floor, the Ambassador was the first to get dressed again. Tatiana was still naked and prostrated on the floor, still trying to process the shapeless notion of Zambesi, his gigantic cock and all the other brown things that had surrounded her for what seemed an eternity.

Katya was staring at the void. Magda wasn't sure whether she should cry or find a pistol and shoot her husband. The Ambassador's son kept stupidly looking at his wife Tatiana's nakedness, then at Katya's and finding her gorgeous where she sat on her heels and looked toward the door to her uncle's office. He couldn't think of anything else but finding an opportunity to dump another load in either of them.

"You will understand that we're through!" Tatiana suddenly told her husband as she got up and found her uniform's trousers next to the torn ruins of her dark spruce-green jacket. "Thankfully I have my soirée uniform," she said and left for her room, putting pride in her limping gait as she quickly got dressed again.

"Katyusha! Be a Russian woman and get dressed again! We've seen your ass long enough!" Tatiana told her cousin-in-law. Tatiana then went from room to room through the seventh floor, taking charge and inspiring the women in the delegation to be strong, slapping some sense into the more stunned ones. Those filthy Congolese in this shit-hole city would see them walk the streets proud with their head up!

Using his emergency radio in his office, the Ambassador got in touch with Major Nesterenko who led the soldiers that were landing at the airport. They'd be at the hotel in fifteen minutes. The Ambassador, wearing a fresh smoking, couldn't find the courage to face the women. He remained in his office and poured himself a drink from a half-empty bottle of vodka that had miraculously escaped the looting and ransacking.

Someone came in his office. He knew that those light footsteps belonged to Katyusha. She was holding her socks and shoes in one hand, and upon hearing the pitter-patter of her footsteps, he knew she was barefoot and couldn't help but look at her feet. Katya blushed and lowered her eyes; she looked stunning in her electric blue dress with her long black hair freely resting on her shoulders.

"I... I forgive, love you! Uncle..." she said, without looking at him as she came closer, the sight of her bare feet making him more hers with each step. She had remained barefoot on purpose.

She then hugged her pappy and kissed him, tasting the vodka from his lips while he tasted her youth as his hands naturally rested on her supple waist. She was so resilient! A true Russian girl!

"I knew it!" Magda said from the door. "Oleg, I am divorcing! I won't even be on that plane when you go! I'll wait for another!" she said again before slamming the door.

Katya smiled. Her plan had worked.

Katyusha went down on her pappy. "Katya, no, please, not now... Ooohh!"

The maiden-looking woman had his cock in her hand and inside her mouth, already. Her pappy's cock. Her antidote against suicide.

The blitz session ended with Katya bent over his desk and her electric blue dress tucked all the way up, and the Ambassador licking vodka off her butt, his tongue madly running her pale vastness, before ramming her deep and hard in a silent, intense coitus until he ejaculated inside his niece and felt much better.

***

An immaculate platoon of Soviet soldiers showed up at the Memling Hotel, with Major Nesterenko leading them, the well-polished visor of his spruce-green peak-cap shining under the midday sun of a continent he knew nothing of. His first stay in Congo would last barely an hour.

All of the Soviet women declined the local government's offer of medical help. The Tupolevs had landed with doctors on board. A third Tupolev was landing, to be used as a hospital plane.

Tatiana took command as the highest-ranking officer. She walked the streets of Léopoldville with her head high, her blonde hair under her garrison cap kissed by the sun while Congolese men watched the escorted procession where Soviet women with empty eyes walked tall and proud in immaculate dresses of dark mourning, with soldiers carrying two official caskets carrying the security agents who had been shot dead when the Congolese surprise-attacked the hotel.

One of the Congolese who watched the procession had been on the seventh floor at one point during the night. He could hardly believe that this blonde officer leading the escort was the same woman whose legs and feet he had kissed before dumping a load inside her while licking her face!

He told one friend, who wouldn't believe him. And he couldn't believe how tough Russian women were!

***

Back home in Brussels, Karla Laan published a paper in a much abridged and tamed-down version where the woman gang-raped in her hotel room in Léopoldville remained anonymous; even the hotel's name wasn't mentioned after King Baudouin himself had phoned the editor-in-chief, for this was the hotel where star singer Caterina Valente had stayed in.

A week later, Karla had a phone call from a General who said he had an important story for her. She was to come see him in his office by herself as it was highly confidential.

When she showed up at the government building and into the General's office, the journalist wearing a light grey suit with an austere skirt was first offered a glass of cognac, which she declined as this old overweight man in uniform felt repulsive to her. She sat at the oak desk opposite him.

Then she was shown a certain black-and-white picture where she lay naked amid naked black young men two of whom were masturbating above her breasts, her face clearly recognizable. Karla was shocked! and was told other such photographs lay in his drawer. That's when she decided she needed the cognac after all.

The fifty-something General gave her a simple choice; either she showed up at this address tonight at ten, or the pictures would be published and her career come to an end.

She came to the mansion at ten, wearing her professional suit as required. The General was there waiting for her, with friends. Other middle-aged men wearing uniforms with the lowest rank being a Lt. Colonel. Karla soon learned what it felt like to have her breasts sucked by this pig, while his friends kindly helped her out of her light grey skirt before getting rid of her stockings and panties. This was her first time with much older men and it felt even more disgusting than being forced by young Congolese soldiers!

She was most often kept bent over a pool table as the billiard room resonated with sounds she knew all too well. It was interesting to note that Belgian Generals and Congolese Privates sounded exactly the same, but the Congolese felt harder and usually bigger inside her.

When dawn came, Karla was instructed to show up again same time next week or else. That's when the true extent of her predicament hit her; she was stuck in a situation where she had to become the weekly sex slave for a bunch of depraved old men, the polar opposite of the boys she truly longed for.

Karla came back home to her apartment with the sour taste of a Colonel's fifty-year-old jism in her mouth, and her hips sore from being held there repeatedly by five or six Generals, one of them being Émile Janssens himself, the former commander-in-chief of the Force publique in Congo. Next week, she was to show up wearing the same summer outfit she wore when the soldiers stormed her hotel room, as per a request from Janssens himself.

The sensory film of her forced debauchery kept playing in her mind as she collapsed on her bed. It mixed with her Congo ordeal like honey with molasses. She couldn't say which was worse. At one point, an unannounced Major had come and as soon as he saw her, he slapped her and said his niece had been raped because of her!

"It's your fault, you cheap tramp! My beautiful Carole! All because of you!" the Major had kept saying while angrily raping her against the pool table, holding her waist and painfully driving her ass against him in urgent collisions where he soon went into a rutting litany of moans and then let out one angry scream, "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaannnhhh!"

Then General Janssens had taken over. "Lucky soldiers who found this! Hmmppff! haaarrrrhh!" he had said after a few minutes when he uttered his final explosion in her ear as he bent and rested over her, kissing her neck while holding her waist and then sinking down to his knees where he began to avidly lick her pert buttocks. "Lucky soldiers who found this! Aaahh aaah aaaaahhh..." the old man said as he kept licking the profaned softness of her butt, no doubt picturing her being raped by Congolese soldiers.

When Karla came to the same house next Friday night wearing her striped blouse tucked inside slim white pants, they had a surprise for her. Three negroes, each one naked and looking at her with his erection pointing at her. One was tall and handsome with a proud erection that blazed in the billiard-room light. The second one was heavy-set and she recognized him from when she covered sports; he was a heavyweight prize fighter, ranked number two in Belgium. The third one looked like some old hobo they had picked off the street, and she could smell his offensive odour from ten feet away.

Karla was instructed to strip, then kneel and take each one in her mouth while the Generals and Colonels would watch. She obeyed and felt a mix of thrill and shame from being naked in front of negroes, again.

She then knelt and took the foul-smelling old man first to get the worst out of the way at once. She nearly vomited! Ewww. Those minutes felt like an eternity! And then his taste when he finally erupted and made her swallow!

The gentlemen cheered in their glamorous uniforms. "Now that's what I call a good swallower!" the General who owned her said.

"A negro swallow queen! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!" a Major General added while sipping brandy. It was currently a trend among high-ranking officers in Brussels to hire a young prostitute and have sex with her, several of them on one girl, with their face painted in black as they pretended to be negroes. The reports from Congo had this effect on them. The girl would receive extra money for the brutality and her torn clothes.

The prizefighter nodded at Karla while she was still spitting out the old man's slime. He knew who she was!

"Don't worry, Miss! Jean-Dire won't say anything. Jean-Dire has been paid well. Now down on your knees and suck my cock, white woman!"

Karla felt a sombre brand of secret pleasure as she obeyed the command and took Jean-Dire in her hand and began to lick his respectable erection. As she sucked him, Jean-Dire smiled and remembered this neat journalist who had interviewed him once, and her tantalizingly pert tits that seemed to mock him under her suit jacket.

"Is it all right if I suck her tits and then use her?" Jean-Dire asked the General, while stopping Karla down there after he had precummed.

After quick deliberations that turned into shared smiles, the General said, "You can, Jean-Dire, but you'll have to settle for half pay."

"Yes yes yes!" Jean-Dire replied as he quickly moved Karla to where the naked white woman was leaning with her butt against the pool table, her torso slanting back and showing him the best view!

Jean-Dire smiled at her as he cupped her tits. "Aaaahhhh yess!" the heavy pugilist hissed as he took a close look at those tits that had mocked him under her light grey jacket! He ascertained the wine brown of her nipples, before taking his first licking kiss at them!

"Aaaaah noooooooo ooooooohhh..." Karla moaned, unable to repress her wetness as she remembered that he had also asked if he could use her.

The tit-sucking event was followed with Karla between this heavy-set man and the handsome boy sticking his champion's cock inside her mouth! The prize-fighter happened to be just the right height to fit inside her while standing. And thus, the naked reporter was double-slammed in front of the Generals, who lost nothing of the way the prize-fighter penetrated her and then grabbed her wrists, or rather she gave them to him after he gave her the command to do so.

Her mouth filled by the young champion, Karla was reliving her Congo ordeal while being punished by Jean-Dire who held her wrists together in the small of her back while punching deep and hard inside her, while the boy held her head tight and fucked her face throat-deep!

"Now! This is what I call something recherché!" a Lt. Colonel observed. "Thanks for inviting me, Sir!"

"Don't mention it, Colonel," the General replied. "But remember our agreement, Michel. Your daughter Marie is to spend two hours alone in my office on Sunday!"

The billiard room echoed with the plaintive-sounding heat from Karla's and Jean-Dire's moaning as he kept pounding her while the handsome boy enjoyed the pleasure of her white-girl mouth in silence, now caressing her long brown hair as she obediently worshiped his eight incher, unable to process the thought that the more she tasted it, the more she liked it.

And this while the heavy-set pugilist was urgently punishing her, always holding her wrists together and moaning like a lost soul! The old man was on the floor and kissing her feet and lower legs.

"Haaa haaaa haaa haaa ooh! God this is good! Aaaaaahh I I always wanted to do this!" Jean-Dire bellowed between moans. He remained there, hypnotized by Karla's heart-shaped bottom while finding unfathomable relish in feeling her wrists where he held them, while feeling her white-girl pussy. He passed his edge and victoriously growled...

"Aaaaaaah the journalist who interviewed me, a good fuck! A G'D FKKKHHHHHHHEEE..." he uttered, his face up at the ceiling as he looked like a man being electrocuted!

And just as the heavy-set pugilist creamed Karla's vagina, the young champion pulled out of her and liberally gave her face the hot African shower she had been expecting, and secretly longing for! The Generals cheered and applauded.

Her face coated with sperm, Karla moved herself against the African Adonis and began to lick his lean abdomen, unable to stop herself! She was in a trance and just kept licking the boy's abs. Ohh, she loved boys! They were the only thought that had kept her from ending her life with the Browning when she had remained alone in her hotel room in Léopoldville.

Then the General hastily stripped themselves naked and took eager turns in double-slamming her as well, submitting her to a spit-roast event where she got literally drowned in middle-age-man spunk while thinking of the African Adonis.

***

Heidelberg, Germany. Heidi could no longer see a man without entering a fit of convulsive terror. She spent weeks in a convent, surrounded by nuns. And she decided that it would be best for her to enter religion. The convent would soon become a hot spot for tourists, especially the Americans. They had to see this novice nun who looked exactly like a young Judy Garland!

***

Lt. Colonel Tatiana Svereva had obtained her divorce quickly after she had threatened her husband to reveal the way he had abused Katya after she had been gang-raped the whole night by the Congolese troops. Moscow was embarrassed by this humiliation story where Russia's finest had spent 24 hours in the hands of African soldiers, and they granted her wish right away when Tatiana had requested being transferred to Vladivostok, where she became the chief flight instructor for Chinese pilots.

One month later, Tatiana was moaning in a hangar on a military airfield in the Far East, where she had allowed herself to get caught by a handful of Chinese pilot students and mechanics after hours.

She had let them know she'd be there at this wee hour. They had feared a trap, but had come anyway. From the way she moaned when they undid her flight jacket and opened her shirt to find her breasts without a bra, they understood that this was no trap.

Tatiana would lose her credibility and would even get demoted to Major, but she didn't care. All she cared about was Chinese cock. The blonde officer, now naked except for her long black Soviet boots, allowed her Chinese subordinates to lift her off her feet and take their turns inside her.

"White woman! White woman! good fuck! Very very good fuck!" the Chinese youths kept saying in their crude Russian as they gave their cocks to their superior officer and forgot their native language whenever they exploded inside her!

And Tatiana would then suck them hard again for round two.

In Moscow, the former Ambassador married his eighteen-year-old niece, and the Party saluted this union as another example of freedom from the tyranny of religion. Indeed, the Soviets had got rid of many religious traditions such as forbidding cousins to marry or an uncle to marry his niece. Oleg's marriage to Katya was thus perfectly legal in Soviet Union. Many officials of the Politburo attended the wedding, where stood a gigantic cake adorned with a red flag with star and scythe and hammer.

Katya had turned out pregnant. When they had a baby whose brown skin clearly said where the semen had come from, the Ambassador was sent in disgrace to East Siberia with his young wife. Where both lived a simple, happy life in Irkutsk, having solved the problems of life. She had beforehand been taken to the Kremlin and kept in a small office where she was duly punished by the same officials who had attended her wedding; this was part of her reeducation.

***

In Oslo, a geography teacher who had survived a 10-meter fall found himself on a wheelchair, paralyzed from the waist down, and fired from his job after things had transpired from some shameful events that had happened during the trip in Congo. Olaf was the ideal scapegoat as many parents were outraged and needed someone to vent their anger on.

In October, the shame could no longer be hidden after some of the girls turned out pregnant. Hilda was found in her closet by her mother. She had hung herself. On her suicide note, two words were found.
"Nils forever"

Nils greatly upset his parents when he decided to enter a trade school instead of studying to become a lawyer like his father and his grandfather. He was to marry Frida, who had turned out pregnant and was kicked out of her home. She now lived in a convent and he visited her often. He felt sorry for her, and perhaps, with holy matrimony and given time, he'd learn to actually love her. One thing was sure. He would never forget Hilda and what it felt like inside her. He was now afraid of finding the sex disappointing with Frida.

He was not going to compete in Tokyo. Nils had begun to train to become a light-heavyweight professional boxer. His first pro fight would take place in December after his wedding, a four-round bout in Oslo.

In November, Else passed away, from internal bleeding and infection after a botched abortion that her father had paid for off the records. All this because abortion was still illegal in Norway. The fetus that had been forming inside her was brown. Her mother didn't know whether she should grief over her or be happy that death had spared the family from the shame. Else's father was never the same man after this. He loved his daughter, and felt a guilt that took him to the brink of insanity.

***

Cleveland, Ohio. November 1960.

After touring in Canada and United States through September and October, the Poni-Tails are giving their farewell concert to their lawful fans, many of whom are from Lyndhurst their hometown in the suburbs. No blacks are admitted in the concert hall.

There are all sorts of wild speculations as to where and how the three pop singers spent July and August after their return from Congo. This is a mystery and they won't answer any question about it.

Toni and Patti are getting married at Christmas time, and LaVerne is moving to a new life in Montreal. An Italian girl came all the way from Quebec's largest city only to hear LaVerne, and see her afterwards, but she won't be allowed to meet LaVerne's family, none of whom came at the concert, except a young cousin who understands that LaVerne is in love, like really in love, but she can never marry the person she loves.

It was a beautiful concert. All three Poni-Tails had never sung better. They of course gave their best hit to their fans. Twice. "Born Too Late". And they finished the farewell concert by singing "I'll Be Seeing You" where LaVerne and the Italian girl couldn't take their eyes off each other.





TO BE CONTINUED.

Note: Since this is already a long enough chapter, I'll give Caterina her own epilogue in the next and last chapter.

[Blaster]

Re: Other sites. You are absolutely correct regarding the hazards of to many sites. It would dilute the center of gravity. That' why you are the writer and I am the reader. Love the artistry in your work.

[HistBuff]

Re: Other sites. You are absolutely correct regarding the hazards of to many sites. It would dilute the center of gravity. That' why you are the writer and I am the reader. Love the artistry in your work.

Thanks for the kind words, @Blaster !

[HistBuff]

Her voice! There lay Caterina's one concern, especially after she landed in Stockholm, Sweden in early August and she didn't miss her next period, a miracle!

Her two-year-old son was with his father in Germany and she had seen him in Berlin, barely speaking to her husband, from whom she had separated shortly after her son's birth.

Jussi Björling was the man she wanted to see and work her voice with. Now she had her hair cut to a short bob, as if cleaning herself from something bad that had clung to her long hair. But in spite of all that, Caterina couldn't stop being haunted by the specter of African cocks. She just felt the physical need to have one inside her mouth, but the risk for scandal was too great here in Europe. The urge for sex with a negro was even more intense than before, which was the weirdest thing of all.

She had landed in Stockholm as incognito as she could be, wearing sunglasses and a hat, and also a heavier make-up that made her look older. The public and journalists were all wondering and speculated about her cancelled tour in Italy and a cancelled part in a French movie. Was she pregnant? Was she having an affair?

Some small-time reporter published a paper where he claimed she was in England and dating Stirling Moss the legendary formula-one pilot. It turned out Mr. Moss was simply dating a girl that looked a lot like Caterina Valente, showing he had good taste in women.



From the first time she met the great Jussi Björling in his office, Caterina knew he felt attracted, just from the way he looked at her. The forty-nine-year-old man with a massive chest and thinning hair was a legendary tenor, and being with him felt like a dream.

A married man, and very professional, the living legend began working voice with her while trying to ignore the mutual attraction that always seemed to be on the brink of detonating.

Caterina knew how to titillate a man. Saying it was hot in the studio, she would kick off her shoes, then whirl and dance for Jussi while feeling his gaze on her bare feet as she'd whirl and dance with more purpose, making her skirt fly up and offering him the graceful display of her ballerina legs! Truth be told, the weather was hot in Sweden at that time of the year.

She would always wear a décolleté and show her porcelain-white cleavage to this man twenty years her senior, knowing it had most likely been years since he had last had a young woman in his arms. On this account, she wasn't entirely accurate, as Jussi had done some frolics with a beautiful niece he had, blonde, smiling and luminously slim and only eighteen when they fucked intensely on his desk three years before.

They had been working together for nearly two weeks and Caterina was having her second period since her fateful trip in Congo.

It happened just like that, late in the afternoon when all staff had just gone home, except for the old janitor who was an old friend who could be trusted.

Caterina quit pretending and went straight at the famous tenor, looking straight up into him as the small woman approached the large middle-aged man. And kissed him!

"No, Caterina... I... I'm married..." the tenor managed to blurt out as Caterina kept kissing him, using her tongue into his ajar mouth and rubbing herself against her mentor, in the deserted studio.

Jussi surrendered to his lust and cupped her buttocks through her summer skirt as he kissed her back. She felt an intense need to have sex, for the first time since her misfortune in Congo. She wanted to feel like a woman and be taken. On her own terms.

Knowing that the janitor would show up any minute, Jussi took the lithe girl in his arms and carried her to his office. He put her on his desk, and then he did what his deepest thoughts had been dreaming of since she first met his eyes.

He kissed her where she lay with legs folded on his desk, and barefoot, an exquisitely graceful figure in summer clothes, a dark skirt that gave full light to her porcelain skin, and a short-sleeve red shirt that she wore on purpose, knowing that this was the colour of temptation, matching her lipstick that was quickly fading under his fury of kisses! He began to fumble with her breasts and she went wet, enjoying this first manly touch there in weeks.

Jussi grew worried, for he had no erection, an issue he'd been having for more than a year now. This and the shortness of breath pointed to issues with his heart. He turned to alcohol as the solution; from a drawer, he took a flask of vodka and poured himself a drink.

"Take that Russian liquor away, Jussi! Choose something else, something Italian!"

"Uh, all right... Bad memories?"

Caterina nodded and he kindly put the vodka away and chose a bottle of Amaretto instead. Two sips later, his kisses became sweet and she liked tasting the almond-based liquor off his lips. It brought some sweet Italian glamour to this Swedish encounter in this office where the air was hotter than anything she experienced in Congo.

"Hhhmmm... that's better," she said as she began to unbutton her summer shirt, and the crimson fabric highlighted the growing area of light-filled skin as she revealed more and more of her cleavage along with a fancy off-white bra; all of that stirred some zest in Jussi's weak erection.

"Pour some on my breasts, Jussi," Caterina said again after she had sat on his desk and quickly removed her bra while keeping her crimson shirt on, albeit wide open, before she laid herself back on his desk and gave her the most erotic girly show in Sweden with her perky breasts being the main event in the office's daylight. Turning it into the light of a man' surreal dream. Little did she know that Jussi was presently comparing her to a Swedish-blonde niece a lot younger than herself, who had laid on that very same desk. To him, 1957 would always remain the year when boobs looked their very best. Caterina's would settle for a close second. But was there any shame in being beaten by a Swedish blonde in the spring of her prime years?

Caterina whimpered as Jussi assaulted her young tits, cupping them with pent-up lust, grunting like a pirate who had had no sex for months and then enjoyed the capture of a young female passenger on a taken merchant ship. He kissed her breasts all over, letting her nipples gently strike his face as he gently cupped them! And felt how they yielded as she moaned from his touch. Then he engulfed one in his open mouth and caused Caterina to deepen her moaning from his tongue twirling around her nipple, before he tried out the other mound and found it was slightly fuller. She loved his heated breath on her skin!

Then he poured amaretto on them and began to suck, doing with her just what he had done with his blonde niece right here in this very office! Little Katja kept finding reasons to go see him at work. But that was then; now he doubted whether he still had it in him to powerfully buck a woman on that desk. Three years ago he had the artillery to do this, not so now. Katja was his last hurray. He was growing afraid that Caterina would be his final flop.

Moving herself like a ballerina, Caterina got off the desk and knelt at Jussi's feet, her eyes full with curiosity as she unzipped his dark suit's trousers while he finally untied his necktie and removed his jacket, as he was sweating a great deal in this summer heat.

Caterina found his cock flaccid and began to lick, and she licked on and even pressed her face against it, and it did show signs of life.

"What is your favourite fantasy, Jussi?" she asked in nearly flawless Swedish while she let him feel her breath down there where his skin was softest.

"Uh, what?" he replied in Italian, showing courtesy to this Italian girl giving him such a wonderful gift.

"Tell me, and say it in Swedish, my darling. Your favorite fantasy..."

"Uh, watching another man, an old man, and watch him take you on this desk... Like the janitor at the door!"

"Wh-what! Someone's watching?!" Caterina blurted out in her native Italian, forgetting her Swedish under the spell of the shock as she indeed saw that the door was ajar, and indeed, a man was watching. An old man.

"This is Gédéon, a French-born man. He's been my friend for twenty years. Been my janitor since the war years. He's deaf, mute and blind, but he can speak, see and hear if you know what I mean."

Caterina instinctively covered her breasts with her loose shirt and stood up as the old janitor kindly nodded and smiled.

"Didn't want to intrude, Miss," the old man said. "You're very beautiful, Miss. And this is Armand, my adoptive son."

As the old janitor spoke, a young man entered the office, really a lad, and he nodded politely at both Jussi and Caterina, and gave her a smile that intensified the dark brown of his face, for he was an African boy!

As she saw him, Caterina first recoiled upon seeing one of many such faces that had surrounded her in the most horrific of all predicaments six weeks before, but then she weirdly felt herself melting and went soaking wet!

"Please, close this door! And..." Caterina wanted to say "fuck me all you please" but words failed her. How could she be so intensely sexual after what she had gone through in Congo? "Maybe you were just mean to be fucked", said an evil voice within her; a voice that had been hammered inside her a long time ago when she lost her virginity against her will.

Before Armand could do anything, the much older woman was down at his feet and unzipping his black denim trousers! The young negro, who had first heard what was going on in this office and led his foster father to this encounter, was now open-mouthed with eyes bright with astonishment as he felt Caterina's hand around his stiff cock!

The Italian woman engulfed it and frantically began to suck his Africa deep and good! Her bobbed hair highlighted her white-girl features as she emitted toned-down moans while sucking the African boy. Both men watching heard her sounds and knew how much she was enjoying her brown lollipop. The boy just stood there, both hands down and didn't know what to do other than enjoy this whole thing he was benefiting of. This was the first time a full-blown woman was doing this for him.

Jussi was shocked! He watched the surreal show and began to masturbate. So did Gédéon! Especially Gédéon who needed extra time to get his sixty-something cannon going. Both men were seeing this for the first time--- A white woman smoking a black boy's cigar.

It didn't last long, for the boy was quite sensitive. Out of experience, Caterina knew when he was about to burst, and after tasting his precum juice, she delightfully anticipated feeling his sticky heat on her face as she took him outside of her mouth and firmly caressed his base until the young negro filled the office with a surprised shout and erupted like a fountain where Caterina caught his sludge with an avidly open mouth!

Most of the glistening tribute fell on and around her nose, and some got swallowed as the boy spewed no less than three generous bolts of coconut cream, loving the display of her naked tits between the crimson curtains of her all-open shirt.

Jussi found he was hard, at last! The janitor was also broomstick-hard, but he kindly let his friend go first.

Caterina moaned as she felt Jussi's hands on her. She felt the urge to lick all the semen off the boy, but also felt delightfully dominated as the tenor seized her and bent her over his desk before ragingly pulling her skirt down, belt and all! And then she heard his epic groan as he ripped her panties off! Then he pressed his face against her buttocks! Embracing them with both hands as if they were his ultimate lifelong goal! Her ass was porcelain white, fuller and even more cock-maddening than Katja's slim buns.

"Aahhh, Katrina! KAtrina! So beautiful! I love you, Catrina!" the tenor said, covering her derrière with kisses galore while urgently masturbating, and then he stood up and rushed inside her!

"AAAAAAAAAAAAARRRHHHH!" he uttered with pure bliss as he felt his stiff erection inside her! And he urgently pounded her on his desk, doing her just like he had often fantasized, holding her ballerina's waist and admiring how intensely naked her pear-shaped bottom looked against the bright crimson hem of her shirt. She had a perfectly shaped bottom, the result of years of dancing!

He soon passed his edge and Caterina took his load inside her, rocked on his desk and smiling where her cheek kept sliding on the birch wood surface, next to the half-empty bottle of amaretto.

"Aaaaaahhh... Thank you, young lady!" the heavily panting tenor said as he pulled out his satisfied cock.

As soon as he was gone, old Gédéon was there! He pounded Caterina with urgency, lifting her blouse and running his hands all over her backside and conquering the contours of her slim waist with his hard-working hands, then the white profusion of her butt, enjoying that firm softness as he felt her young tightness where he was her prisoner.

He then pulled out and had her move around, and he resumed the slug-fest holding her where he could see the pert jiggling of her breasts while she rose her arms and seemed to horizontally hail him as a champion, her shoulder blades sliding on the desk and helped in this by her wild-open blouse, as he took her like a savage, with the pleasing, rewarding sensation of raping her as he felt her thighs against his sweating sides. The old man had hastily taken off his checkered shirt and his camisole, showing her an astonishingly fit torso for a man of his years. Yes, Caterina Valente was meant to be fucked.

As she got fucked powerfully with her shirt wide open and naked everywhere else, Caterina's mind sank back in time to six weeks before, when she was being held by the wrists and used on a restaurant table by a powerful Sergeant from the Congolese Force publique, with many more black soldiers waiting their turn to rape her.

"Grab my wrists! Hold my wrists! Hold them please hold them!" she urgently said to Armand, and the black boy promptly obliged her, and Caterina let out one beast of a series of heated moans as she tightened her little wrists where the boy was holding her while old Gédéon sent her a loud garbled message as he came and erupted in a most satisfying ejaculation inside her!

"hhhhnnfff yyAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGHH!!!" Gédéon uttered while holding her thighs, enjoying the pleasure of what felt like a rape with his adoptive son restraining her wrists where she formed such beautiful little fists!

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA Raped by the negroes!" Caterina yapped as she climaxed. "Please, African boy! Take me! I beg you! do with me as you please!!!" the sweating girl said.

It was only then that Jussi and Gédéon realized that their cocks were both red with menstrual blood. Having a mess to clean afterwards was of little concern to the old janitor. He had just fucked a woman half his age!

Armand began to kiss her feet, and Caterina begged him again to please take her deep and hard and long! "Yes! Negro! Do all you wish with me! I'm your slave! Caterina purred. His cock was like a powerful brown drug! She had been obsessed with black cocks for the last seven weeks!

Like most lads of his age, Armand had plenty of firepower. He had already recovered from the shower of jism he had already given her pretty face. He gave Caterina much enjoyment by fucking her as she wished. On the desk, with her legs up and her feet close to his face. At first, the lad felt all strange and had a little trouble finding her hole for this was his very first time inside a girl, but once he did, he quickly took his stride as the white woman filled the office with a litany of moans and whimpers.

Taken by the boy, Caterina went loud at every strike, her shoulder blades sliding on the desk... " AAA AAAA AAAAA AAAA SI! SI! COSI! COSI!" the Italian girl kept blurting out in the only language she knew after losing the colours of Sweden to the African boy! Her moans intensified whenever her feet encountered his face and she felt his thick lips kissing the tip of her toes!

Jussi couldn't believe his eyes! But he loved this encounter between her graceful little feet and the boy's sweating face in the summer heat. He indeed loved to watch a beautiful girl get smashed by another man, in this case a black boy that added an exotic, shocking element to the event.

Caterina had a violent fit of convulsions, her head bobbing near the edge of his desk as the boy now hugged her thighs and bucked her with her legs all the way up, her feet pointing up toward the ceiling who silently witnessed the debauchery. She detonated!

"Aaaaa aaaaa Si si sssiiiiiiii Vengo stuprata dai congolesi!" (... ... I'm being raped by Congolese!)

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAhhh Ooh Ma'am!" the boy screamed in his colourful Swedish as he powerfully came inside the older girl, her wonderful legs right against his face as he finished the legs-up round by rewarding her with a big load of African seed.

After the boy had filled her up, Caterina returned to the floor and took all three men in her mouth one after the other, becoming a slave to their cocks! She would kiss Gédéon's half-erect cock, then show the same respect to Jussi's flaccid one, before sucking the boy's stick like the lollipop she had always wished for!

Jussi was beyond shocked. Before meeting her, he knew Caterina by reputation. He had no idea she could be this sexual! He wished he had met her much sooner in his life.

She was eventually rewarded by another yell of surprised pleasure from the boy, and this time, Caterina Valente swallowed his vanilla milkshake, enjoying his salty heat against her tongue and palate. Sex with a black boy in Sweden was a rare delicacy.

Her three lovers helped her out of her red summer shirt, enjoying her Eve outfit.

More amaretto was poured on Caterina, now a naked beauty of perfect proportions, where Jussi tasted the sweet almond liquor off her, everywhere he wished. Gédéon then explored the liquor-soaked intimacy of her black-hairy vulva, followed by Armand.

And then both older men witnessed once more the scene where the black boy punished her with his ever-hard cock, this time having her bent over Jussi's desk and she smiling where her cheek kept a sliding dance near the empty amaretto bottle. This boy had just what she needed!

After much more frolics that ended with Jussi coating her breasts when he finally ejaculated after one hour of endless masturbation, after taking another load from the boy on her face, after enjoying Gédéon's kissing affection on her feet before he paid them tribute by coating them with sperm... After all this, the quattuor enjoyed a hefty meal at a late-night Italian restaurant, one lovely young woman sitting alone with one smiling boy and two much older men. All four laughing together like old friends.

***

Several similar sessions were enjoyed by Jussi, his janitor Gédéon and Armand, with the difference that by September 1st, Caterina entered a more dangerous time of her month and asked the men to refrain from using her pussy.

Caterina reluctantly accepted an offer of anal sex from old Gédéon... and ended up enjoying it very much, especially after the janitor was done and it came to the black boy to punish her while she remained bent over Jussi's desk.

Jussi lost none of the action where Armand's hard wiener swept Caterina's tight chimney, her butt cheeks so intensely white against the boy's hands!

"Say you're raping me for Congo!" Caterina suddenly said when she got into her zone of no return and became blind from Armand's repeated assault. "Say it! For Congo! I beg you-- aaaaaaahh say it!"

Caterina felt the most powerful explosion within her as the pain vanished in her ass to only let one burning fire engulf her whole, as the boy shook and pressed her buttocks, while his legs went wobbly, and he screamed, "FOR CONGOoooooooooo! By Jove!"

The boy fell on his knees after losing a great deal. He pressed his face against her Italian flesh and got lost in a pure act of sexual kissing where he just couldn't believe what he just did! What he was doing! He, a black boy kissing a white woman's butt.

Overcome with sheer lust, Jussi and Gédéon both came close to Caterina, masturbating intensely until they both dumped a load on Caterina! Jussi let it go on her head, painting half her face where her had had been sliding from the anal thrusts, while Gédéon kept her butt warm by letting all go on her dancer's curves.

After this, Jussi returned to his summer house on Siarö island, after repeated requests from his wife. Armand resumed his studies to become an actor, and Caterina had no interest in seeing Gédéon alone.

***

On September 10th, Caterina received the terrible news. Jussi's heart had failed the day before. The legendary tenor was dead.

She feared confronting Jussi's widow. She didn't attend the funeral service in Stockholm, a national event where thousands of people attended, including a slew of dignitaries and the old King of Sweden himself. Attending this would deal a fatal blow to her incognito. Journalists would then wonder what she was doing in Stockholm and smell an affair. So she lay low and remained in her hotel room reading a Swedish novel, an easy text for non-native speakers, set in 13th century, where a black-haired Countess led a movement of resistance against the Moors in northern Spain, and ended up gang-raped by Allah's soldiers in her sacked castle before being sold to a harem in Granada.

Caterina attended the much more private interment ceremony ten days later in Jussi's hometown of Borlänge, a three-hour drive from Stockholm. It was a town of about 30,000 souls in the heart of country farmlands and large forests of pines. She drove there by herself in a rental Volvo and took a room in a small hotel in the heart of the town.

At the churchyard ceremony witnessed by tall pines and humans that looked like pathetic gnomes next to the solemn trees, the widow kept staring at her. Eventually, she rose her fist and shook it at Caterina.

"It's your fault he's dead, you Italian whore! Puta!" she yelled, before her in-law niece Katja and other family members calmed her down, and the widow exploded in sobs, and so did little Katja, greatly grieved by the death of her favourite uncle.

Caterina stood by herself, glamorously clad and wearing sunglasses, but no one recognized her for the star singer she was, due to her shorter hair.

"Don't worry, Miss. She knows it's the bottle that got him," Gédéon told Caterina before putting one arm around her. She hadn't seen him coming. She looked for Armand, but no sign of him.

"Armand's gone to the arts college," Gédéon said, knowing how much she liked the boy. It wouldn't do to bring him here. As you can see, it's only white respectable folks here and I wouldn't want to expose him to the humiliation of being politely asked to leave.

"You can see him tonight if you want," the old man added. "Now, if you don't mind, I'll pay my respects to the family. Just wait for me."

Caterina did wait. She was obsessed with the boy! She hadn't seen him in three weeks.

"My son's going to be here at eleven tonight, yes, right here at this cemetery. He wants to pray at Jussi's grave, alone. I've arranged this with the sexton."

"Alone? In the churchyard?" she asked, surprise showing under her sunglasses.

"There's a mausoleum nearby. The sexton will leave the door unlocked. You know, sex in a churchyard is a huge fantasy of Armand's."

***

Churchyard in Borlänge, September 20th at eleven p.m.

Caterina showed up alone, eager to see Armand. The place looked grim and a bit terrifying at night, with those tall pines casting pitch-black shadows while dark clouds scudded through the murky sky, motioned by the first autumn wind.

Her steps crisp on the first fallen birch leaves, Caterina looked around as she found Jussi's grave stone, the place set for the rendez-vous.

"Caterina, c'est moi!" an old man's voice said in French behind her back. Caterina, it's me. Gédéon's voice. She turned and saw the tall thin man.

"Ah, Gédéon, tu m'as fait peur! Où est Armand?" (Oh, Gédéon, you scared me! Where is Armand?)

Then she saw four other men, nay maybe five men and no signs of the boy. She realized this was a trap!

"Didn't expect this, didn't you!" Gédéon snarled as he grabbed her with a strength that hurt her shoulder. He pressed a firm hand on her mouth and basically lifted her off the floor, dragging and carrying her some place as she was still thunderstruck by her sudden capture while she heard the ominously heavy footsteps from the four or five men trailing her.

A trap it was indeed, she realized. Those men had been waiting for her.

Gédéon took her to a mausoleum with its door open. It had all been planned. Upon reaching the heavy door, Caterina tried desperately to break free and bolt away from the men, but a tall man with a vampire-like strength grasped her wrists and told her she would be thrown into the locked mausoleum and left there to rot; he was the sexton and had the keys.

"You see, Milady, I'm the one with the keys here, so you better be a good girl and nice to us!" the tall sexton said with a sinister smile on his gaunt face, and all clad in black without a speck of colour as they pushed her in front of them and one of the hired men closed the door upon her sealed fate.

No one heard her scream when Gédéon released his hand from her mouth.

The mausoleum's interior was lighted by bright lamps. A table stood there, and a rug on the floor, with liquor bottles too. All had been prepared in advance and there was a reason why this mausoleum had been picked. It was a large one with room and echo.

Trying in vain to break free, again, Caterina felt the dread as she saw the lights and the set-up, the table! She realized that careful preparations had been made and that Gédéon was a lot more capable than his harmless looks.

"Now, young lady, now! I'll have more of you whether you like it or not!" the old janitor said, smiling like a psycho as he revealed his true face.

"Oh, Good Lord!" one of the men said as they removed Caterina's long coat after slapping her and threatening her into a more submissive mood. They saw her golden turtleneck shirt and the pert shapes of her breasts. The golden shirt was thrown over a dark gray skirt where her hips offered a lot to their gazes.

"Oh, God! She's going to get fucked so good!" said another man, a heavy-set one with a beard who looked like a dirty lumberjack with his checkered flannel shirt, and showing brown tobacco-stained teeth as he smiled at the pretty captive.

"Can't wait to see her body!" added the third man, gaunt and thin, with a similar outfit. Those were the grave diggers hired by the sexton. And now they were getting a gorgeous bonus in the person of Caterina!

"Lord, forgive me, for I'm about to sin again!" the sexton said.

Caterina noticed, in panic, there were four men with Gédéon. All of them white, and this, she realized, was the worst! She suddenly realized that she could understand being gang-raped by Congolese as part of a colonial reckoning day, but couldn't accept being the victim of a trap set by those pathetic white men in a small town of Sweden!

"Bastardo!" she screamed at Gédéon, who laughed along with the other men, their laughter echoing throughout the mausoleum. "Bastardi! Bastardi!" she screamed, rushing at Gédéon and hammering her little harmless fists at the air as he seized her wrists and laughed some more.

"C'est ici que la p'tite fête commence, petite dévergondée!" Gédéon said in French as he pushed her against a stone wall and began forced-kissing her while groping her breasts under her turtleneck shirt and feeling her bra, before he got a hard knee in his intimate jewels and fell with a groan, the victim of Caterina's recently acquired self-defense skills.

But what could a five-two, a hundred ten pounds girl do against four men? After a short game of cat and mouse, they grabbed her and stretched her on the rug.

Caterina would remember the sick smell and the touch of each man, forever and always. The sexton was a thin tall man in his mid-forties. And the price for his complicity was the privilege of being the first man inside her.

The hired men held her pinned on the dark rug, laughing and jeering. The worst for her was their faces, each man unkempt, the polar opposite of glamour, and she had never been taken by any white man who wasn't glamorous. All white men! This was the most horrible thing for her, being raped by poor white men! That's when she learned that deep down, she despised he poor and unrefined folks.

"Noooooooooo! Lemme go! Bastardi! Bastardi!"

"Scream all you want, Italian bitch! The door's closed. No one will hear you!" the sexton said and hit her with a sinister laugh. Then he pushed her turtleneck up her torso, all the way up against her throat and uncovered the beauty of her tits encased in her fancy bra which she had bought in Modena, and she hated how he growled when he ripped it off and assaulted them with open mouth and a horribly wet tongue!

"Bastardi! Bastardi!" she went on screaming, panicking and trying to wrestle her hands free while the sexton kept sucking her tits! Her classy grace should have remained untouchable to the likes of him! Those pigs now knew exactly which shade of brown her nipples were, under those merciless lights! For they had brought enough lights to see her well. Gédéon had planned this well. How stupid she had been to trust him!

"Let's go, boss! Do her good!" said the man holding her wrists together above her face, where she kept screaming and calling them bastardi.

"Give her the cure for being had by niggers! A white cock!" said the heavy-set tobacco chewer, holding and worshiping her legs while slipping her shoes off. Loving the protests in her stiff attempts at freeing her feet from under his weight as he let his hands slide up her stockinged legs, under her skirt, while the sexton kept raping her breasts. While the last two men stood by and looked, after helping Gédéon get up.

"Yes, Miss, each of us got what you need! A white cock!"

"Yeah, you gotta get cured from what happened to you in Congo. Gédéon told us."

In her racing mind, Caterina understood in a flash. When Armand had screamed "Congo!" while filling up her rectum, the janitor had heard. He must have remembered her trip to Congo, which she had mentioned many times. He must have also have read about the mutiny in Léopoldville and added two and two together.

She felt so angry against herself! How could have she trusted a man she barely knew? An old man who knew she had no interest for seeing him alone, who thus had every reason to arrange something, some scheme just to get another go at her.

"BASTARDI! NON TOCCATEMI! Bastardi, non toccatemi!" (Bastards, don't you touch me!) Togli le mani! Togli le mani! (Get your hands off me! Get your hands off me!) AAAA AAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA NNAAAA OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO NAAAOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"

The more she screamed and protested and tried to kick them off her, the more they laughed.

They soon stripped her naked, right down to her stockings removed along with her panties, sniffed and kept as a trophy while the sexton took his down payment and raped the beautiful Italian singer, the lights bright and showing all of her!

Caterina kept screaming, going out of her mind! She hated taking this unremarkable man inside her! A sexton in some small-time town in the middle of Sweden...

"Bastardi! Bastardi!" she yelled on and on, shaking her heads as she took the sexton's deep thrusts while a hired man kept laughing above her face, holding her wrists where she shook in his grip, forming these pretty tight fists that Gédéon loved so much, and her voice! Her voice! So lovely to hear her screaming like this! With the echo inside the mausoleum!

With the sexton on top of her and ravaging her!

While the grave diggers either restrained her or stripped themselves naked.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH YESSS! YES yes yes yes yessss!" the sweating sexton bellowed as he died inside her and licked her face as a sordid thank you gift. "AAAAAAAAAhhhh... She's a lovely good fuck! She's all yours, boys! Do with her as you please!"

Naked and a luminous figure on the rug, Caterina panicked even more as she saw the next man. Dirty and smelly! Like he had not washed for a month! Tall and largely built, and she noticed the line-up. The henchmen were to rape her by order of size and strength, from the bulkier to the shortest man. And she never seemed to know whether there were three or four of them waiting.

The first grave digger took her in a brutal, unrefined missionary style where she had to endure his kissing her neck and his grunting close to her ear, and her thighs forced to brush his sides. And the series of loud growls as he finished his business.

She looked away in horror when the heavy-set henchman sucked her tits! He was naked but had kept his wool checkered shirt as the air was a bit chilly, which worked against her, as this chill of the night caused her nipples to stand on her breasts, increasing the rapist's enjoyment.

And then came the sordid rape. "You're mine! You're mine! Yer mine! Hrr hrr hrrr hrr hrrrrr yeah!" the large man kept repeating as he crushed her under him while the sexton ordered her to say she was enjoying it and wrap her legs around her lover! This while she smelled his chewed tobacco breath.

"No! Bastardi!"

Then she felt someone touch her feet and realized that the others were touching her everywhere they could while the large brute kept plowing her, until she had to endure the sickening final flourish of his grunting tune, "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEHHHRRR GGHHURR!!!"

The man after him also had a thick beard, which she had to endure the brush of against her breasts, in addition to his tongue on her nipples. He too stank! And the stinking large man lasted long on top of her. "Bastardi!"

The fourth man, average in size but quite thick down there, showed her some consideration by rolling her around and entering her from behind, pressed on her as he raped her with great delight, and sparing her from having to look at his face, the face of a poor man that had seen nothing but decades of hard work and drank a bit too much.

For the fifth and last henchman, she put herself on all fours and used her alluring grace to spare herself the horror of being raped face-to-face again. The small man agreed to her terms and began to really enjoy the coitus after a round of butt kissing. She felt through his kisses that this was the first time he was having a high-status woman. She hated this! She hated herself for not having seen there were more than three grave diggers!

"She likes it deep in her ass!" Gédéon said after the small man gave her one minute of solid pounding. And much to Caterina's chagrin, the man switched holes and began to force her rectum open!

Nearby residents swore they had heard some ghastly screaming from the churchyard that night.

Caterina learned how long five minutes could be as she swore she'd never take a man in her back door again.

When this last grave digger had brayed like a sick donkey and flooded her intestines, the relief was short-lived for Caterina. Gédéon was there, his cock hard and ready. "Take her to the table!" he barked. "At last I'm gonna have her deep in her ass! She's gonna pay for her knee to my balls, the little tramp!"

Caterina took refuge in silence as she was nearly slammed face first on the table, and received Gédéon's anal tribute. The old man was hard and horny. He raped her with vengeance, to punish! He exploded too soon for his liking, but so late for Caterina! but then the sexton took the relay, the Italian singer took him deep inside her ass and it hit her that she'd be there until dawn. If she was lucky.

That night, she was sodomized five times. Jismed on. Profaned everywhere with cheap liquor poured on her! They had vodka! Much to her horror! Vodka! The smell of vodka woke up nightmares from wartime. She suddenly felt as if she was surrounded by Soviet soldiers. That's when she realized that those horrific memories were why she felt it was far worse to be raped by white men than by Africans.

TO BE CONTINUED.

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Special note: First of all, thank you to all my readers! 8619 views as I write this. Silent readers, I value you too and take your silent appreciation as a fitting praise given the taboo topic of this story.

I had first planned to conclude the story in this last chapter, but Caterina can be given one extra chapter since she's the main character after all. She actually became the main character at some point during the story as I found it more pleasurable to write about her than about any other character. Heidi has a special mention in my heart; she at first was a girl-next-door brunette, but two thirds of the first chapter featuring her I decided to give her the features of an eighteen-year-old Judy Garland, a huge fantasy of mine in her own right.

The idea of having Caterina Valente caught in the July 1960 mutiny in Congo was born when I watched Bonjour Kathrin, a 1956 German movie. I took the liberty of giving her her 1956 looks with long hair, which isn't 100% accurate, and even went as far as making her Congo ordeal the reason why she had her hair cut! Remember, this is fiction. As for her wartime bad memories, I went as far as this site will allow. If you read German, you can see her in "Die Festung Breslau" viewtopic.php?t=526 (I haven't translated it yet) but she does NOT appear in any sex scene, not even as a witness, due to her young age at the time (go read the rules if you haven't done so). Caterina was born in January 1931, thus she is 29 when the Congolese soldiers find her when they storm the hotel, and 29 is a lovely age to get gang-fucked!