Africa

[Shocker]

Teaser: Lena Jorgenson was utterly miserable. She was thirsty, dirty and sweaty, the sun had been fully on her head for the last 2 hours she was getting dizzy and saw bright spots before her eyes. The medical training she had received before embarking on her mission trip to Africa told her those was the early signs of beginning sunstroke. “Well that’s something I wouldn’t have to worry about home in Stockholm” the young blonde thought. For a moment she tried to remember how she had gotten in her current predicament. And her mind returned to the events of the early morning…

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The author of this story has read and accepted the rules for posting stories. They guarantee that the following story depicts none of the themes listed in the Forbidden Content section of the rules.

The following story is a work of fiction meant for entertainment purposes only. It depicts nonconsensual sexual acts between adults. It is in no way meant to be understood as an endorsement of nonconsensual sex in real life. Any similarities of the characters in the story to real people are purely coincidental.
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Index:

• Chapter 1
• Chapter 2
• Chapter 3

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Title: Africa
Author: Shocker
Chapter Tags: no sex, abduction

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The story build up is slow, so there is no sex in this chapter.
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Africa

Lena Jorgenson was utterly miserable. She was thirsty, dirty and sweaty, the sun had been fully on her head for the last 2 hours she was getting dizzy and saw bright spots before her eyes. The medical training she had received before embarking on her mission trip to Africa told her those was the early signs of beginning sunstroke. “Well that’s something I wouldn’t have to worry about home in Stockholm” the young blonde thought. For a moment she tried to remember how she had gotten in her current predicament. And her mind returned to the events of the early morning…

Lena stepped out of her sleeping quarters and was greeted by a breathtaking view of the sun rising from behind the mountain range in the hinterland. Bathing the little settlement in a magical orange glow, it wasn’t much, just a couple of Quonset huts and the large building containing the chapel and the mission hospital. Lena had arrived only a week ago fresh from Sweden, she was going to spend one year as a nurse in the missionary hospital. The deal was that if she worked for one year here in Africa, the foundation that financed the mission hospital would pay for her medical studies. Stipulating that she would serve another year as a doctor after her graduation.

Lena had taken the opportunity, this was a dream come true. She was going to be a full year away, from cold Sweden; she would gain some firsthand medical training, and could become a doctor without having to worry about where the money should come from. So here she was at sunrise in the middle of nowhere and enjoyed the beauty of the scenery. She was dressed in what she called her lugging clothes. Since she was the newest arrival Father George and Sister Agatha didn’t let her close to the few patients yet, but there were a lot of supplies and equipment that needed to be carried to and from the hospital. So she wore khaki shorts, a blue t shirt and her green uniform blouse, to keep dirt away, heavy hiking boots completed her outfit.

Lena walked over the courtyard towards the kitchen and opened the door, most likely Sister Agatha would be already there and chide her for being late, but she was all bark and no bite. The old nun just loved to banter with the young woman. As soon as she opened the door a few things happened at the same time. Right away she saw that Sister Agatha was indeed in the kitchen, but she didn’t stand at the stove rattling with her pots, instead she was lying in a crumpled heap on the floor. Second the cheerful “Good morning” Lena had started didn’t make it past the first word and a scream of surprise escaped her. The last thing that happened at the same time was perhaps the most terrifying. Lena heard a metallic sound, and something hard and cold poked in the back of her neck.

Lena tried to turn around, but a very deep and heavy accented voice said “Don’t move girl, at least not if you care for your life.”
At this moment Lena found out that it is very much possible to become completely paralyzed by fear.
After what felt like an eternity, she got herself under control and asked “Who are you? What happened to Sister Agatha and Father George, is he ok?”
The man with the deep voice answered “I’m Captain Ogombo from the Kenshasi Liberation Army. And we are here to replenish our medical supplies, your Father George is showing my soldiers to the supply shed, and if he behaves smarter than that old hag over there, he should be fine. But that bitch had started to argue the moment she noticed us, a tap to her head with my rifle cured her of that notion. Last time I checked her she was still breathing, so I assume she will only have some headache.”

Lena was relieved and terrified at the same time, relieved that Father George and Sister Agatha were alive, terrified by the thought that the KLA was going to steal all their medical supplies. They had received the monthly shipment only yesterday and Lena had spent hours carrying the lot into the supply shed. Her information packet had contained a short paragraph on the KLA, a rebel organization trying to secede from the nation. As they weren’t particularly many, only a couple of hundred rebels, the thread level was considered low.
Right now Lena thought a single one of them is posing already a significant thread, so much for the information packet.
“Turn around, I want to take a closer look at you” Ogomobo’s voice interrupted her thoughts.
Feeling it might not be to her advantage to disobey, she slowly turned around. Ogombo was one of the biggest men she had ever seen, he was easily over 6 feet tall, very broad shouldered and powerful arms. His skin was of a particular dark shade of black, he wore some kind of camouflage pattern uniform. In his hands he held on of those automatic rifles she had seen in the movies and on TV, an AK whatever she thought it was called.
She couldn’t see much of his face, he wore dark sunglasses, hiding most of his face, and his wolfish grin exposed 2 rows of surprisingly white teeth, making an ever stronger impression in contrast to his dark skin. At the same time he took in her appearance and she didn’t have to be a mind reader to interpret his grin.
Lena was tall for a woman almost 5’ 7”, had slender shapely legs, a slim figure, showed off by her tight-fitting t-shirt. Her breasts weren’t that large, but fit well to her general proportion, but the main prize would be for this guy her long wheat blond hair and still fairly pale Scandinavian skin tone. It most likely didn’t get any more exotic for somebody from Central Africa.

The door opened again, and two more additional soldiers stepped in, they were similarly dressed to Ogombo, but while they were also tall they didn’t quite reach his towering physique. Both saluted and one of them reported “Sir, we have all the supplies loaded onto the truck. The priest got a bit problematic when we tried to take the morphine, but a tap to the head cooled him off.”
With a glance to the lifeless Sister Agatha on the floor he commented “but headaches seem to be a common ailment around here. Who is the pretty bird?”
Ogombo replied “Very good Sergeant, as for our little girl her I don’t know who she is, we haven’t been introduced yet. What is your name?”
Lena tried to answer calmer than she actually felt “My name is Lena Jorgensen, I’m here to work in the hospital and the mission.”
“Sergeant, I’m sure your large pockets contain something to tie this one up. If she is looking for a missionary position, I’m sure we can help her out, she comes with us.”
Lena blanched and tried to run for the door, but the third man had already blocked that route escape. Ogombo raised his rifle aiming straight at her head and all the fight left her. The soldier Ogombo had addressed as Sergeant rummaged in his pockets until he found a piece of rope, which he used then to tie her hands in front of her.
The three made her walking out of the door onto the courtyard and towards the supply shack, where an old battered truck. There wasn’t any kind of cargo compartment only the loading area and some kind of wooden scaffolding around it.
Ogombo said “Mahele put her on the back of the truck and tie her to a rafter.”
“Wouldn’t it be nicer if we had her in the cabin” the third man, apparently Mahele asked.
“It would be certainly nicer, but the cabin only takes three, whom would you like to have riding outside in the heat were going to have today? And before you answer, please remember both I and Sergeant Peroni outrank you.”
This ended the discussion immediately. Mahele grabbed Lena’s arm and pushed her towards the back of the truck. He helped her to climb onto the back, while making sure to boost her up by her ass. He soon followed and made her raise her bound hands. After a quick search he found another length of rope and looped it a couple of times around one of the overhead beams, and then tied that rope to the one binding her wrists. After being sure that his knots were tight, he jumped of the back and returned to the driver’s cabin, leaving Lena half standing half hanging by her wrists.
She heard the asthmatic roar of the starting engine and the truck rumbled to life. The trip was one of the most horrifying experiences Lena had in her 21 years. The roads were bad and dusty, half the time the whole truck seemed to be swallowed by clouds of dust, so that she had trouble breathing. The shaking of the truck made it impossible not to be thrown from one side to the other, so she was swinging by her arms a lot, which made her shoulder hurt badly. And as Ogombo had prophesied it was one hell of a hot day.
After what have felt like days, but couldn’t have been more than 6 hours of travel, Lena felt utterly miserable. But the truck slowed down and came to a halt, and after the perpetual dust had cleared away Lena could see they had reached some kind of camp.

To be continued

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The story is already completely written. I plan on publishing a part every three days. Each comment on the story will reduce that time span.

[Blue]

@Shocker
Even though the first part doesn't contain any sex, it already gives a hint of what might be coming. I'm excited for the sequel. Please don't make us wait three days for the sequel.

[Claire]

It is a nice setup chapter. The title feels a bit generic though.

an AK whatever she thought it was called.

Ha! That would be so me. That was a nice way to communicate her disinterest in fire arms.

The soldier Ogombo had addressed as Sergeant rummaged in his pockets until he found a piece of rope, which he used then to tie her hands in front of her.

I guess the missing word here was rope? I know you don't care much for spelling mistakes, but this missing word felt worth pointing out because it has some significance for the plot.

[Shocker]

It is a nice setup chapter. The title feels a bit generic though.

an AK whatever she thought it was called.

Ha! That would be so me. That was a nice way to communicate her disinterest in fire arms.

The soldier Ogombo had addressed as Sergeant rummaged in his pockets until he found a piece of rope, which he used then to tie her hands in front of her.

I guess the missing word here was rope? I know you don't care much for spelling mistakes, but this missing word felt worth pointing out because it has some significance for the plot.

Thank you, I fixed that. On the gun, I had thought it’s enough that she recognizes the general shape as something she has seen on TV, but never felt relevant for her life.

[Shocker]

Chapter2


The truck had stopped on something like a central square surrounded by a bunch of Quonset huts not very different from the mission, except that the buildings were all considerably larger, apparently designed to house a lot of people. To the sides of the compound Lena saw a couple of towers, actually just raised platforms with roof over them. From what she could see each tower was occupied by men with rifles, likely they were guard posts, this must be some kind of base for the KLA.
Before she could think longer on the situation, the doors of the driver cabin opened, and she heard Ogombo’s voice commanding the driver “Mahele, get the girl of the back, I want to report to the Colonel.”
The driver did as he was ordered and got onto the flat bed of the truck and tried to untie the rope holding her wrists up. But he had done too good job in tightening them in the first place, and having her weight hanging on them for hours had further tightened the knots.
“Get moving, I don’t want to wait till next week, it’s hot you know?” Ogombo urged from the ground.
Mahele looked at the knots, with thoughtful eyes, and then unsheathed a large combat knife. The sight of this vicious looking blade made Lena’s blood run cold. The knife frightened her even more than the sight of the guns. With a swift movement Mahele cut through the rope tying her wrists to the top rafter, without actually freeing her hands. Without the support of the rope holding her up, Lena collapsed to the truck bed. Mahele didn’t concern himself with helping her up; she was lying close to the back of the truck, so he just lodged his boot under her slender body and gave her a powerful shove. This was enough to make her fall out of the truck and onto the dusty ground.
She landed hard, not being able to break her fall with her hands, when she looked up the next thing she saw were Ogombo’s dusty boots right next to her face.
“Get on your feet!” he ordered sharply, still dazed form exhaustion and her fall she didn’t react right away.
“Let me give you a hand.” With that Ogombo grabbed her by the hair and hauled her onto her feet, not caring the slightest for the pain he caused her. He then grabbed her by the arm and marched her to one of the smaller buildings with a door facing the square and two armed soldiers standing guard left and right of it. Ogombo approached them and they came to attention.
“Is Colonel Zambesi in his office?” he asked.
“Yes Captain, you can go right in, he is waiting for you.” one of the guards replied and while both of them tried to maintain the rigid stance, Lena saw their wandering eyes and felt very small and almost naked under their glances.
Ogombo chose not to notice and pushed Lena through the door, the inside of the hut was clearly some kind of office, sparsely and utilitarian furnished, but with a large writing desk made in the middle. This desk was made of some kind of dark polished wood, and looked completely out of place in the austere surrounding. But if the desk seemed to be out of place, this was nothing to the sole occupant of the office. The man sitting behind the desk must have been one of the fattest human beings Lena had ever laid eyes on.
He wore a camouflage uniform similar to Ogombo and his troops, but his uniform wasn’t hanging loosely over a muscular frame like Ogomobo’s, but sat rather tight over his large belly. Ogmobo came to attention, threw a sharp salute.
“Colonel Zambesi, Captain Ogombo reporting back from medical resupply mission, everything went as planned, and we got the whole stash of medical supplies, as well as bandages and dressings from the mission hospital. And we found this young woman there, she said she was there for a missionary position, and I thought we could provide that here too.”
Zambesi returned the salute far less crisply than Ogombo’s and answered with a smile on his big round face “Well done Captain, I congratulate you on your initiative.”
He got up from his chair and walked around the desk, stopping before Lena and Ogombo. With his big, beefy hand he grabbed her chin and moved it left and right, looking her into the face taking in the pale skin, the rich blonde locks, and the beautiful china blue eyes. He liked what he saw, he had seen white woman before of course, but one with such a beautiful pale skin was something different from the whores he had before.
Lena hadn’t been long enough in Africa yet to lose that natural light skin of hers. But even more than the exotic look of a white face in his dark hands, was the fear in those blue eyes. That was something he was used to, but it still gave him pleasure to see people being afraid of him. The feeling of power was almost sexual to him. He let her chin go, and his hands dropped to her chest, grabbing her right breast without any warning and squeezed hard. Lena shrieked, more in surprise than pain, but Zambesi grinned and said almost casually “You brought us a lively one her Ogombo, is she loud when she gets fucked?”
“I don’t know sir. We hadn’t had the time since we picked her up this morning; your orders were to return immediately.” Ogombo replied.
Lena couldn’t believe her ears, here were to black man discussing her being raped as if she wasn’t even in the room. She opened her mouth to protest, but Zambesi squeezed her breast again and ordered “Keep your mouth shut Blondie, if I want it open I will tell you, and believe me it’s not going to hear you talking. In this camp my word is law, and I’m god as far as you are concerned.”
While Lena didn’t care for the blasphemy, she had been on a mission trip, she was also afraid enough not to doubt him, so her jaws snapped shut again.
“That’s better.” Zambesi observed “Captain Ogombo, I admire your sense of duty, she doesn’t have much for tits, but what she got is nice and firm. Please escort her to our special guest quarter, and make sure she isn’t touched by the men. I want all men assembled at 18:00 on the parade ground. I will issue further orders then. Dismissed!”
Ogombo saluted again, grabbed Lena’s arm and maneuvered her out of the office.

Lena was relieved to be out of the disgusting man’s presence. But she didn’t care much for the outlook on her immediate future, based on what she had heard from Zambesi. Ogombo lead her to the center of the square. There were four wooding pillars with a metal sheet nailed on it as roof. In the center of the construction was a fifth pole sunk into the ground. Ogombo made her stop next to the pole, bend down and grabbed something from the floor, Lena couldn’t see what it was since he stood behind her. The next thing she felt was something stiff being placed around her throat.
Ogombo tightened the leather collar until she could just barely breathe. He then fastened a length of chain to it with a padlock. The other end of the chain was fixed to the center pole. Lena could stand comfortably, she would even be able to walk about one step in any direction, but after that chain became tight and wouldn’t allow her any further. She held up her bound wrists and asked “Could you please take this off, please?”
Ogombo shrugged his shoulders drew his own knife and cut through her bonds “It’s not as if you could do a lot of harm with your hands free, at least this way you can drop your own pants when you have to relieve yourself. I wouldn’t care too much for my troops’ discipline if one of them had to do the job for you.”
The thought was equally disturbing to her, so far she hadn’t had thought about those needs, those men had grabbed her before breakfast, and she hadn’t had either food or drink all day. Now she looked around and looked for some kind of toilet however primitive, but there wasn’t anything, not even a bucket. Her confusion must have been obvious since Ogombo said “If you cooperate there will be a pail for you, if not, well there is plenty of space out here, and I don’t need to lie down here.”
While the implication sank in, another realization became clear to Lena, chained to the post in the middle of the square, without any walls on this hut, whatever she did would be in full view of whoever cared to watch. Well she didn’t feel any need to relieve herself now, and she was sure she could hold in for a long time, especially considering her lack of food and drink.
“I leave, and let you make yourself at home. I’ll see you this evening at the assembly.”
He waved two soldiers over to him and instructed them in some African dialect Lena didn’t understand and left. The two soldiers leaned against the outer pillars and openly leered at her, but neither of them made any attempt to touch her. Lena remembered Zambezi’s words to that topic, that musty have been the orders relayed by Ogombo. So both of the men resorted to undress her with their eyes, one of them adjusted the seat of his crotch unashamedly. Lena sat down on the ground her back to the pole and drawing her knees towards her trying to hide as much of her body as she could.

The remaining hours of the day passed in silence. As the sun began to set, Lena heard the shout of orders rising, the doors to the larger building flew open and men streamed out onto the parade ground. There they formed blocks in orderly lines facing the center of the square. Another sharp command and all of them came to attention. Ogombo and Zambesi marched to the center of the square, with Zambesi leading the way. They stopped next to Lena’s hut, turned and faced the assembled men.
Zambesi said with a loud voice, Lena would have believed him incapable of “Company at ease!”
The assembled men obeyed. “Men” he continued “Captain Ogombo and two of his men Sergeant Peroni and Solider Mahele, returned today from a crucial mission resolving our latest shortage on medical supplies. Not only did they return with enough supplies to last us 3 months, but they also found this woman here.”
With that he pointed completely unnecessarily towards Lena, she was more than certain that not a single of these men had missed her presence in the center of the square.
Zambesi continued “Men I know you have been all long gone from home, and haven’t had the pleasure of being with a woman for a long time. But let me tell you now, do not touch her without express authorization. We will need to use her sparingly, or she dies in the first night, and we all lose. We also don’t know if she is safe, those white bitches could have all kind of diseases. Furthermore, we just can’t expose you to his kind of risk. As responsible officers Captain Ogombo and I will check her and if she comes out clean we will arrange for a proper duty roster.”
Lena cried out “No, Please no” those men didn’t only plan to rape her but to subjugate her to a systematic gang rape and there wasn’t anything she could do to prevent it.
Zambesi barked “Shut up bitch. He then turned to his men “It’s getting dark I want some illumination here. Sergeant Peroni detail some men to make a nice fire right here next to the detention hut. Get also some men to bring one of the tables from the lecture room.”
Peroni snapped to attention and replied “Yes sir.”
He then continued in a stream of African dialect, at which 2 groups of men ran off in different directions. Shortly thereafter one of the groups returned with plenty of kindling and firewood which they built up next to the hut with Lena in. While they worked in building and lighting the fire, the second group returned with a sturdy but narrow table.
At Zambesi’s order they placed it inside the hut between the fire and Lena. Zambesi turned towards Lena and ordered “It’s time to get to business, lose those clothes.”
Lena only stared at him; she certainly wasn’t going to participate in her rape by doing anything, to aid their goals. She wouldn’t be able to fend them off, but she hadn’t to obey such demands either.
“I said strip” Zambesi barked.
Still no reaction, Lena stared defiantly at the fat Colonel. Zambesi looked away first, but Lena’s feeling of triumph was short.
“Sergeant Peroni, I need three volunteers to undress that bitch.”
The Sergeant turned around and looked at the ranks ordering “Volunteers one step forward.”
He wasn’t surprised at all that every single man had stepped forward.
“Well that’s the spirit boys!” he shouted “Well let me chose, Mahele and Terbuti come forward”
As the selected men stepped forward somebody shouted from the ranks “That’s only two the Colonel asked for three.”
Peroni turned in the rough direction of the questioner “I can’t ask you men to do something I wasn’t willing to do myself, that wouldn’t be right.”
And with that he joined the 2 other men. And reported to Zambesi.
“Colonel Zambesi, three volunteers as requested.”
“Good man” the fat Colonel replied “get over to that white slut and get her out of those clothes. But leave her any underwear she is wearing, and Sergeant there is no reason to be too gentle.”

The three men stepped into the detention hut, Lena tried to avoid them by stepping back, but the chain around her neck made her flight painfully short. Then things happened incredibly quick, and Lena later came to the opinion that these three men hadn’t been set the first time to such a task.
The two soldiers stepped to her side and each of them grabbed an arm. When Peroni stepped towards her, she tried to kick him in the balls, but the big man easily avoided her, and the two soldiers holding her arms, each placed a foot on her own feet, effectively immobilizing her. Peroni grabbed the side of her dirty uniform blouse and sharply ripped it downwards making it rip along the seams. Next he grabbed inside the collar of her t shirt, and yanked it downwards to, and while the collar stretched quite a bit, giving him a good look at her breasts, the elastic material didn’t snap as easily.
The sergeant wasn’t troubled by this, his hand went to his belt and he produced his combat knife. He held it close to Lena’s face, enjoying the fear in her eyes as she looked at the sharp blade he had spent many hours honing to scalpel sharpness.
“Hold very still little girl” he said and placed the tip at the taut fabric between her breasts.
With the slightest bit of pressure the blade sliced the fabric apart. As he moved it downward the fabric parted to reveal a powder blue practical bra and the uncovered parts of her breasts, and a flat tight stomach, with no gram unnecessary fat. Two more quick cuts along the shoulders and the whole garment fell to the floor, ruined forever.
Peroni admired his handiwork; no accidental cut no unnecessary movement. He then continued to the shorts. With a sudden motion his hand darted between her legs, grabbing the crotch of her shorts, so far he hadn’t had really touched her, but this time he had made absolutely sure to put his hands on her sex. And Lena was certain that that wasn’t an accident either, and as if to confirm her suspicion, his hand wormed itself up her pant leg and the big man’s finger brushed against the panty clad folds of her pussy. The touch both frightened her and sent at the same time something like an electric spark through her complete body.
Peroni adjusted his grip and began to cut the crotch of the shorts open revealing to him the matching powder blue panties. One more cut and also the shorts were lying on the floor. Lena stood now almost naked except for her underwear in a camp full of black men who hadn’t seen a woman for a long time, now it was time to become really scared.

Zambesi stepped closer and motioned Ogombo to follow.
“Good job Sergeant. I’d appreciate it if your men could keep her in that position a bit longer.”
He then turned to Ogombo “We have a bit of a dilemma on our hands here Captain. You found her and took her prisoner, so by all rights she should be yours to take first, and if you had done so on the way, things would be easier now. On the other hand I’m the commanding officer here, so this would be my prerogative.“
“What do you propose?” asked Ogombo
“Let’s settle this like true British Gentlemen, what do you think about a little wager?” Zambesi grinned.
“A wager sir?”
“It is our duty to inspect this slut, so why don’t we take some guesses on what we find; the officer with most correct guesses will get first dibs.”
“That sounds perfectly acceptable to me” Ogombo answered “Sergeant please keep the score.”
“Wonderful, let’s get started with her tits, I’d say 34C with big dark areolas, what do you think?” offered Zambesi.
“I give you 34, but those look more like B than C cups, so I’d say 34B and with those light skinned girls I’m sure it’s pink and small.”
Lena turned red in the face for humiliation, those men talked about her like a piece of meat. But Sergeant Peroni got the cue from his superiors and as soon as they had settled on their guesses, he stepped towards her and cut the clasp between the cups apart. Thus revealing the firm milky white breasts with their pink nipples stiffening in the cooling night air. “Let’s see” he said grabbing for the bra and inspecting the label.
“That’s 34C, but pink nipples and areolas. As for the size the look average to me, so I wouldn’t dare to say if they are large or small. I’d say the Colonel and Captain are tied”.
Lena’s face flushed even darker crimson, and she wished she could cover herself up, but the two soldiers holding her arms apart were a very effective deterrent to that notion.
“Isn’t she blushing nicely” Zambesi asked “even those tits are beginning to turn rose. Let’s not waste any more time, if the Sergeant can’t identify big aureoles I can’t help him, those look perfectly large to me. But that is water under the bridge, let’s get on with it. Even a blind man can see that this one is a natural blonde. I take it the carpet will match the curtains, and since you grabbed the slut at the mission she will have a full bush down there, most likely a virgin. Your guess Captain?”
“Oh I don’t know Colonel, I think she is shaved bare, just to have a good tiebreaker. She looks like she has been fucked before, but that will be easy enough to check. Sergeant, please get rid of those panties for us”.
“My pleasure, sir” the sergeant replied, and with one swift motion he ripped the panties off.
Lena felt very nude, and very vulnerable, the lush blonde bush she had sported ever since puberty wasn’t there any longer to protect her modesty. A female missionary worker had taken all the girls to the side and very tactfully suggested that they might want to remove all body hair, before leaving to countries with limited sanitary conditions. It hadn’t been easy, but ultimately Lena had seen this as good advice, now she wasn’t so sure any longer. With her pubic hair gone, the surrounding men had a good view on her pussy with the inner lips slightly protruding.
“Ok that settles the muff question. Sergeant tie her onto that table, each limb to a leg and her face towards the fire and the troops. And try not to crush those titties of hers.” Zambesi said in a menacing tone.
The Sergeant complied in his brisk efficient manner, the two soldiers holding Lena pressed her forward and onto the table, shoving her forward until her breasts were just hanging over the side of the table. Peroni then tied her hands to opposite table legs holding her in place. He continued with her legs, and after a bit of struggle he managed to tie her legs to the table as well. The result wasn’t only that Lena was completely immobilized and helpless, but her legs were splayed so far apart that the folds of her sex were more than slightly spread, they gaped open almost like a wound. And she had no illusions at all what would happen next.
Seeing the young Swede like that had a strong effect on both officers and Ogombo asked “Do you wish the honor to check for a hymen, sir?”
“I certainly want to” Zambesi answered. And with that he stepped behind the bound girl, placed his index finger at the opening of her pussy and pressed forward. Lena screamed in pain, she was no virgin, she wasn’t a stranger to sex at all, but being penetrated by this fat bastards finger hurt, especially since her pussy was completely dry. None of the events this evening had been suited to arouse her.
“No, she is a slut alright, no virgin, I think you won Captain.” He admitted “Oh Sergeant would you please gather all her clothes and throw them in the fire, she doesn’t need them anymore.”
With that he stepped away and left the field to Captain Ogombo. Peroni did as he was told and collected Lena’s discarded clothes. One by one he threw them into the flames. Mahele in a spur of inspiration had grabbed her hair and pulled it back, making sure she watched her remaining worldly possessions being consumed by the flames.
“Well then let’s continue with the in depth inspection, shall we?” she heard Ogombo’s deep voice. She also heard the sound of a zipper coming down as he stepped behind her. She couldn’t see what he was doing, but she had a shrewd idea, as he rammed into her unprotected pussy she wondered for a moment, “What does he have there, a baseball bat?”

To be continued.

[LaLia]

Also an exciting setting...Africa; something I've always found quite interesting in roleplays. Insurgents, deserts, foreign cultures, kidnappings, slave markets...it has a lot of potential.

And the beginning is really good, with a nice cliffhanger in the last part.

P.S.: one of the first stories here that fits the BBC theme.

[Shocker]

Also an exciting setting...Africa; something I've always found quite interesting in roleplays. Insurgents, deserts, foreign cultures, kidnappings, slave markets...it has a lot of potential.

And the beginning is really good, with a nice cliffhanger in the last part.

P.S.: one of the first stories here that fits the BBC theme.

Thank you for the kind words, I think this was my second story I ever wrote, and purposefully leaned into every cliche and prejudice I could find.

As for cliffhangers, I like ending a chapter on a spot that makes sense, but encourages a reader wanting to turn the page and dive into the next chapter. So it’s something I strive for in all multi part stories. Glad that it worked here.

PS: your comment is also reducing the time till I publish part 3 by a day.

[Shocker]

Chapter 3

Lena screamed in pain, while the tender folds of her pussy were stretched brutally. She was no stranger to sex, she usually actually enjoyed it, but this wasn’t the careful and tender ministrations, of Kurt putting his dick in her after he had made sure she was nicely wet. Ogombo clearly didn’t care for such niceties, or even cared about her, the first warning she had of the assault was when he had pushed the head of his penis at the entrance of her pussy. He then quickly pushed forward, filling her up completely, stretching her pussy to the maximum she felt she could endure. Then the impossible, he pushed his cock deeper in her.
Lena would have been, shocked to see that despite all the length she already felt in her, there were still about 2 inches outside of her. But she wasn’t in shocked awe, she was in pain and cried out even more as Ogombo began rectifying that situation. Then he hit her cervix and the pain got even worse, Lena’s screams became inarticulate and wailing.
Ogombo pulled back a bit and the pain got less, but then he slammed forward burying all of his 10-inch cock in the young woman’s pussy. He then began to fuck her with slow but long strokes, pacing himself deliberately, since Lena had hardly been aroused when he entered her; this was mainly to protect himself from chafing. He enjoyed the tightness around his cock the pain making her involuntarily grip its shaft even tighter. Not only that, but he looked down on her bound form, and enjoyed the view, his dark meat ripping into her pale flesh. If she could only stop wailing.

As if reading his mind Zambesi stepped forward “This howling gets on my nerves Captain, do you mind if I silence her?” he asked in a conversational tone.
”Please go ahead sir” Ogombo responded. Zambesi approached Lena’s head and grabbed her blonde locks pulling her tear stained face upward, looking her straight in the eyes. “OK slut, you are going to suck my cock now, I’m sure a slut like you has plenty of experience with that. One word of advice, if I feel a single tooth, we will stop immediately, and I will have our camp surgeon come over here. He isn’t a great dentist, but he will be good enough to rip every single tooth out of your mouth. After that we will continue with the cocksucking. So you don’t have anything to win by resistance, but about 32 teeth to lose.”

With that he opened his pants and took his half erect penis out. Lena’s eyes widened in shock, she had seen cocks before, and she had even sucked off quite a few of her earlier boyfriends, to keep them happy without having to have sex with them. But none of the boys she had seen naked had such a dick, it was easily 9 inches long still growing slightly in length as it became fully erect. But the scary part was the immense girth; she would have to open her jaws really wide to deal with this monster.
Zambesi saw her expression and chided “Haven’t you seen a proper cock before? Most likely you have only ever seen tiny white pricks, well get used to it, you will see a lot of big black cock in your future, this is pretty much average.”
And with that he pushed into her mouth. Nothing in her live had prepared Lean for that sensation, first of all Zambesi was right the biggest cock she had ever seen, was Werner’s seven-inch cock, of which he was very proud, but was dwarfed by Zambesi’s weapon, she had tried to suck Werner, but had gagged so badly that he had pulled out, something Zambesi clearly did not intend to do. No actually when he hit the back of her throat and she started to cough and gag, he relentlessly pushed forward. Thus blocking her throat, he wasn’t exactly deepthroating her, he was too large for that, but he successfully blocked her airways. The only way for her to keep breathing was through her nose, and that was a challenge all by itself. Zambesi had come so close that his vast belly lay partly on her face and her nose was pointed deeply in his crotch, only a short distance away from the coarse black pubic hair. As many fat people, Zambesi tended to sweat a lot, so his crotch smelled so unpleasant that Lena tried to avoid breathing at all.
The young blonde woman was effectively impaled on two big black cocks fucking her in both her pussy and mouth. This was what some of her friends had called being roasted on the dick spit. It wasn’t anything she had ever expected to experience since she was strictly monogamous in her love life, and hadn’t ever planned on being with more than one guy at a time. And the experience was as unpleasant as she could have ever imagined. Suddenly she felt how Ogombo changed his rhythm, and she only could think “Please, don’t let him cum in me” but she had barely finished the thought as she felt him ejaculating deep inside her. He sighed with relieve, and pulled out of her, and Lena felt strangely empty.

Ogombo looked down at his work and smiled pleased. Her bound position would have kept her pussy slightly spread no matter what, but right now he looked at the petals of her pussy gaping open and his cum began to ooze slowly out of her. He would have loved to have her clean his cock with her mouth now, but that orifice was currently being used by his superior officer. Reluctant to put his semen smeared cock back in his pants he stepped next to her head, grabbed a handful of those beautiful blond hair and wiped his cock clean. As he closed his pants he could see Zambesi panting, and the disgust in the blonde bitches face made it clear that the Colonel just had shot his load in her mouth.
“You better swallow every drop” the fat man ordered “and don’t worry you will get used to the taste.”
Lena did as she was told, swallowing the salty, vile sperm, she only hoped they would leave her in peace now. But Ogombo’s next words robbed her of that hope.
“Sergeant Peroni, the volunteers can have her now. Please make sure that every man who has taken her gets his equipment cleaned afterward. We can’t have a breakdown on personal hygiene, so have her suck off every man that put his dick in her pussy. When you and the volunteers are done, it’s the turn of the company sergeants. That should keep her entertained tonight.” He then turned to the assembled men and ordered “Dismissed!”

The majority of the soldiers went back to their barracks, guessing correctly that they wouldn’t have a shot at the blonde this night, some others hung around enjoying the show. Lena was beyond caring, the next man had stepped behind her and begun fucking her with fast and relentless strokes. She had no idea if he was as big as Ogombo, it didn’t feel that way, but Ogombo’s sperm at least provided some lubrication. After the man had ejaculated in her pussy, he stepped to her face and made her suck his dick clean; at this time the next man had taken his place in the line.
The whole thing became surreal, and Lena lost track of time it could have been a dozen men fucking her that night, she couldn’t say. The only thing she knew was that most of the time she had one cock in her pussy and another one in her mouth. Sucking those dicks clean, was almost worse than being raped, each new dick brought a fresh taste of sperm and her own juices. At one point her brain just shut down and fled in a dreamless sleep, all the time the men kept fucking her, until she passed out.

The next day she woke up she didn’t know at first where she was. She only knew it was hot, and for some reason she didn’t wear any clothes. Her hands went up to her throat where she felt some kind of collar. The collar brought the memories of the last day back to her; well it might have been the collar or the painful soreness between her legs. She carefully felt her pussy and found it caked with plenty of dried semen, so the events she remembered hadn’t been just some kind of nightmare. Lena heard steps behind her and her hands tried to cover herself. Ogombo stopped and laughed “Don’t worry about that. There isn’t anything on you that we haven’t seen plenty of last night, so no need to be shy.”
“What are you going to do with me” asked Lena?
“That is a good question, and the answer is rather simple. You are going to become the new entertainment and morale officer for the KLA.”
“I will become what?” Lena gasped.
“You are the new company whore, if you can understand this better. We have seven companies her in the camp, each day you will be turned over to another company, which in turn will provide you with food and the possibility to use shower and bathroom in their barracks. That is if they see fit to it. You will have to earn those things, by your cooperation.”
“But you can’t do this, you can’t keep me as your slave” Lena uttered.
“I don’t see what would stop us, and now get up Alpha Company waits to meet you”
And with that he unlocked her collar and pushed her towards one of the barracks.

Epilogue (6 weeks later)
Lena stared at the dried pumpkin. Some Joker had hollowed it out and made a bowl out of it. The men had started to drop a penny in every time she had fucked one of them. It was consensus that only penetration of her pussy or ass was to be paid, since her mouth was to be used for “hygiene purposes” as Ogombo had called it. Well the men loved to be hygienic, at least in this special case.
The anal rapes had begun when she had her last period about five weeks ago, for some reason those men had no qualms of raping her until she bled, but taking her pussy during her period was taboo. Well they had found an alternative that suited them just fine, and based on the frequency some men chose her ass over her pussy, they were not all that disappointed.
The reason Lena stared at the pumpkin was that there was a full assembly that evening, and she would have to count the coins in it. Each penny representing a cock that had taken her, Zambesi enjoyed having her remembering how many men had taken her, and had mandated that she had to announce the sum before she even began to count. If she was more than 10 off she would be beaten, something that had happened to her 3 weeks ago, and she tried so hard not to lose track ever again. Once a week she then had to undergo the accounting as Zambesi called it. She just hoped that $16.57 was the right amount; her body couldn’t take any more abuse.
The end.

[Claire]

You do well writing stories that are a little longer, @Shocker. I think the slower buildup paid off nicely here. I also liked that you didn't make her a virgin. Not because I dislike virgin victims in stories, but because I think that would have been one cliché too many. Did you ever think about what became of Lena after the end of the story? Stories like this always make me wonder for how long a sex slave like Lena could actually survive this. At some point, this has to do some permanent damage to her body at least, I think.

edit: I upgraded my rating for the first chapter from 1 to 2.

[Shocker]

You do well writing stories that are a little longer, @Shocker. I think the slower buildup paid off nicely here. I also liked that you didn't make her a virgin. Not because I dislike virgin victims in stories, but because I think that would have been one cliché too many. Did you ever think about what became of Lena after the end of the story? Stories like this always make me wonder for how long a sex slave like Lena could actually survive this. At some point, this has to do some permanent damage to her body at least, I think.

edit: I upgraded my rating for the first chapter from 1 to 2.

Thank you, I must admit that Lena is one of those characters that I didn’t think about ever again. I do use a handful if recurring characters, but that happened much later in my writing.
When I did the reediting of this story, it occurred to me that her mind likely wasn’t going to last long under the endless abuse, throw in a couple of pregnancies with miscarriage in there, which is pretty much inevitable under those conditions, I doubt she will make it a year. But I abhor snuff so, I tend to stopp before it comes to that.