Kristin woke slowly. She had no idea where she was, except the floor was dirt under her
and the walls seemed to be made of sticks. After a while, she realized she was in some
sort of shack like the ones the Africans lived in in rural areas. She felt a weary sense
of relief at that, for her last sharp memory was of being trapped in the cave without
water and hoping desperately for rescue. Everything after that was awfully fuzzy, as if in
a dream.
As her mind slowly shook off cobwebs she realized that she was naked. That caused her
some consternation, though she knew the rural Africans didn’t have the same nudity taboos,
and perhaps they had simply been attending to her perceived sickness. She wondered how bad
off she’d been when dehydrated. It would have been nice if they’d covered her with a
sheet, of course, but in this heat the villagers would probably not even have any.
She was still a little fuzzy headed else she’d have been much more concerned about her
nudity, but as it was her relief over having apparently been rescued was foremost in her
mind. Before very long, however, her efforts at moving brought another fact to her
attention; her arms were bound together behind her back, underneath her.
She was at first confused, then startled by being unable to pull her arms free. Her
increasing efforts at freeing them caused her to move around more, to roll onto her side,
and then to sit up, and it got her blood pumping and her pulse moving more quickly. This
helped waken her a little more. And when she realized her arms were, in fact, tied behind
her, the shock, followed by fear and alarm sent adrenaline rushing through here system to
chase more of the cobwebs away.
Her hands were free, and wriggled helplessly by her hips, but her arms had been crossed
at the elbows and bound that way, effectively rendering her hands useless. Now her nude
state brought more alarm, and she looked around wildly, then at the closed entrance to the
shack. She could hear noises outside, voices, though she couldn’t understand a word that
was being said.
More adrenaline flooded her system. Had she been abused? Raped even? She looked
frantically down at her body. It seemed unharmed, unscarred, although… her nipples ached,
oddly, and looked swollen and hard. That was odd, given the heat! She drew her legs apart
and gazed down at her sex. She’d gotten tired of shaving in college and had had the hair
lasered away, not just from her “bikini area’ but all the way down her legs and underarms
too. Why not? It certainly saved a lot of time, effort and pain over the years which had
followed.
But now her naked sex was well-displayed as she spread her legs, and while it gave no
outward sign of violation, and her sex lips were tightly and neatly closed, her clitoris
looked swollen and she felt a strange aching coming from it which she could not
understand.
The door opened and she gasped in shock as an African man came inside. Heat flooded her
face as he gazed at her, and she dropped her eyes, blushing furiously even as he tapped a
bowl he had in his hand repeatedly.
She felt a sudden hunger as he moved behind her and set the bowl down on the ground. She
twisted around, gasping as she dropped onto her belly, facing the bowl, then drew her
knees in and raised her bottom up, spreading her knees wide as the man slid the bowl
closer to her mouth.
She wasn’t even quite aware of taking the position until she was just about to slide her
mouth into the bowl. Then she felt a flash of heat and hurriedly jerked her legs together,
dropping her belly flat on the ground. The man pulled the bowl away, shaking his head as
he said something she didn’t understand. He gripped her hips and jerked them up, then
slapped her bottom sharply and growled a word she didn’t understand.
She knew what it meant, though.
His big, rough hands gripped her thighs, and jerked them apart on the earthen floor,
then slapped her bottom again as he moved before her.
Kristin blushed furiously as he stood before her, then her focus began to shift from her
embarrassment to her stomach as he pushed the bowl closer. She felt her stomach rumble,
and then, despite her embarrassment, she pulled her head up and began to wolf down the
small bits of fruit in the bowl while he watched.
He growled a word which sounded more satisfied, and she felt a sense of relief, though
she was still quite embarrassed as she ate. Still, he couldn’t see a lot from there and –
.
He moved over beside her and knelt, and then Kristin’s eyes widened as she felt his big
hand thrust between her legs, felt his fingers on her bare sex! She squealed and twisted,
but a hand the size of a shovel came down on the back of her neck, holding her in place,
and his other hand cupped her sex, holding her easily.
“Please!” she gasped. “Please don’t! Don’t touch me! Please!”
He held her until she stopped twisting and bucking, then his fingers almost delicately
spread open the lips of her sex. A moment later Kristin cried out at the sudden sensation
as his finger stroked across her clitoris.
Her hips bucked and squirmed and she gasped in alarm and confusion. She was no teenager,
and had felt mens hands on her before, but she’d never felt anything quite like the touch
of his fingers - his slick fingers - on her clit. Her hot little button felt swollen and
hard as the finger stroked across it, and the intensity of the raw, wild sensations
staggered her.
His voice was a low rumble, but she had no idea what he was saying as his finger
continued to stroke along her slit and over her clitoris, and she felt a sudden pulsing
thrum of heat between her legs as her body began to respond. That alarmed her even more,
and she squealed in denial, trying again to twist her hips out of the way.
She felt his thumb push slowly down into her wrinkled anal opening, sinking into her
body, and then using it to help hold her in place as two more fingers penetrated her
pussy. Then, holding her almost casually, like a bowling ball, he continued to stroke her
clit rapidly and steadily.
Kristin moaned and shuddered, still trying, but with no success, to pull herself away
even as the raw heat began to build within her belly. The heat spread up her body and,
like an intoxicant, began to cause her mind to churn and fuzz as she gulped in air.
He pulled his hand away, suddenly, slapped her bottom sharply, and then grasped her
thigh, jerking her legs apart once again. Then his hand returned, his thumb sliding into
her ass, two more fingers slipping deep into her pussy. She moaned and shuddered as his
hand worked her tormented body into a state of helpless arousal, a deep, trembling arousal
that continued to inflame her mind.
Despite herself, her bottom was grinding and rolling up against his fingers as he
caressed her, and she was gulping in air, wide-eyed with near panic and consternation at
the intense sensations his touch was bringing to her.
Then he moved himself directly behind her, and Kristin whimpered as she felt something
that was definitely not his fingers against her. She felt her sex lips spread apart, and
then what had to be his cock sank deep through the soft, warm, slick folds of her sex. Her
eyes bulged and she shook her head in denial, yet her body burned as it felt the thick
male organ pushing into it. She cried out weakly as he grasped her hair and pulled her
head up and back. Then a hand slid beneath her, cupping and fondling her breast.
Her nipples were rock hard, and she cried out again as his fingers pinched and then
rolled her nipple, even as his hips began to slap against her upraised bottom.
Her mind fluttered like a bird in a cage, a cage which was slowly closing in on it from
all sides. She gasped and panted and moaned and fought desperately to resist the siren
call of heat pouring through her body, but she was too weak. When the orgasm hit she cried
out in hopeless, miserable pleasure, cried out again, and then again, as the waves of
intense sensation rolled through her trembling body. The orgasm hit her like a hurricane,
sending her mind tumbling and turning end over end as his hips continued to pound against
her bottom.
God, it was so good! His cock felt so incredibly good inside her! So right! So natural!
So exciting and arousing!
It stroked up and down inside her, and every stroke was a delicious caress of wanton
sexual bliss. Her hips were thrusting back at him of their own accord, as she gasped for
breath, overheated, drowning in sensation.
Her eyes were slitted, her jaw agape, saliva dribbling over her lower lip as his cock
plunged deep into her belly again and again and again and her hips rolled up in time to
the slap of his hips against her.
Another orgasm tore through her mind and body and she gurgled in breathless heat, wild,
raw sensation tearing through her body.
“Oh please!” she sobbed. “Oh God! Oh God! Oh my God! Oh! Oh! Ungh! Oh! Fuck! Fuck!”
The pounding of his cock was furious, her entire body shaking violently to the blows of
his hips as he plunged into her to the hilt again and again. Her insides squirmed and
twisted and churned around his big cock, and she writhed and twisted, her head rolling.
She was hardly aware as he gripped her hair again, wrapping it around his fist, drawing
her head, and then her chest fully off the ground to hang there while his hips slapped
against her.
He reached beneath, kneading her breasts, fat fingers caressing her nipples, and Kristin
mewled in dazed pleasure, trying to shove her breasts down harder into his hand as the
wild heat wrapped itself around her mind and tore it apart again in another massive
orgasm.
* * * * *
She was hungry, and thirsty. She was always hungry and thirsty! She hardly remembered a
time when she was content. Kristin moaned as she lay on the ground of the shack,
miserable, exhausted, sweating in the constant heat, bugs swirling around her. When had
she had a bath? It had been forever ago. It was hard to think straight to use the mind
which had always produced cool, calm, logical solutions to her problems. Sweat trickled
down her flanks, and between her breasts, and into her eyes, and she had to breath in
shallow gasps due to the heat.
She heard a sound, and her eyes went wide. Every nearby sound made her pulse race. She
dreaded the mens visits, even though she longed for them. They brought her food and water,
and an interruption to the dull nothingness of laying there on the ground with nothing to
do and nothing to see and nothing to listen to or think about but her awful predicament.
But they also brought the sexual abuse with them, and the worst part of it was how she
reacted, how her body responded. Kristin didn't understand it and it was shocking and
alarming. She had no idea why she felt so sensitive to their touch, why her nipples were
so swollen and hard, why even the brush of an occasional breeze made them crackle with
response.
And her clit felt like a hard little pebble nestled at the top of her sex. It wasn't
hard, of course, but it certainly felt and looked swollen, and it was incredibly
sensitive!
She was being conditioned, and knew it, and was astonished ignorant savages would even
have the concept in their heads. But as much as she understood it and tried to fight
against it, she knew she was losing the battle. Already, in addition to the anxiety every
time she thought about them bringing her food and water, there was a tightening in her
belly, a throbbing between her legs, a tingling in her nipples.
She had tried begging them, tried offering them money, bribes, tried cursing. Nothing
worked, and she was sure now that they spoke not a word of English. Their entire attitude
was one of casual routine. They weren't angry at her, or vindictive, or cruel. They
treated her in a calm manner, instructing her (training her, she thought with dread) in
their requirements, and reinforcing it with sharp pinches and slaps that while doing her
no essential harm produced more than enough pain to cause her to want to obey them.
The door opened and she gasped rolling over, staring up with wide eyes. Would it be the
younger or the older? She blinked helplessly, trying to see, wondering for the millionth
time, where her glasses were. The vision in the doorway was blurry, and she couldn't tell,
at first, not until he stepped closer.
It was the older, and she moaned as she saw the bowl he carried. Her mouth, almost of
its own volition, began to drool, and she licked her lips. At the same time, her pussy
began to thrum with excitement that ignored her furious efforts at rejecting it.
He jerked his head, and without thought she rolled onto her belly, drawing her knees in
and then spreading them wide. She gasped softly as her swollen nipples pressed into the
hard packed earth, and unconsciously ground her chest down against her breasts as he
placed the bowl before her.
She felt a wave of despair. How long was this going to go on!?
Then hunger took her and she arched her neck, licking at the contents of the bowl as the
man knelt beside her.
She moaned as his hand slid between her legs, and at the first gentle stroke across her
clitoris her bottom rolled sharply upwards at the eruption of delicious sensation. She
tried to eat more quickly, but whatever the food was it defied her, insisting on long,
careful chewing even as her body began to boil with inner heat to match the outer.
He touched her only lightly, caressing her clit as she ate, his fingers stroking gently
along her sex, easing the increasingly moist, swollen lips of her sex aside to slide
between them. That gentle touch kept her hips jerking and grinding, her muscles spasming,
her mind swirling as she ate.
His finger pressed against her anus, and slowly slid into her, slippery with her own
sweat and his own saliva, pumping lightly in and out as she fed. And while she had never
been a woman who had had any interest in anal sex her disgust at the idea had now faded.
Still, she groaned to herself as his digit slipped in and out of her. It was relatively
painless, and somehow it just added to the swirling, churning sexual miasma surrounding
her.
He mounted her and she shuddered as she felt his thick cock opening her up, spreading
wide the wrinkled rosebud entrance to her back passage. She continued to eat, though,
hungry as she was, and held her position as he slowly worked his cock down into her anal
tunnel.
It occurred to her to wonder why such primitive people would be so interested in anal
sex, but she hadn't researched the local tribes. In truth, anal sex was quite uncommon
among them. The purpose of coitus was reproduction, and nothing which wasted semen on
mouths or rectums would ever find common use in their poor, rural existence. It was, in
reality, something which came down through the years as a mark of contempt for captives,
or for the women of other villages they raided. It was as if to say those women were so
worthless they were not even worth breeding with.
Of course, such raids did not happen these days, but the community memory of male
tribesmen whispered of how tight and pleasurable the back passage was, and how attractive
and exciting was the mouth. None of their women would ever consent to such activities, and
of course, no man would ever degrade one by suggesting it. But with a captive, such things
were far more possible. Female captives who were meant to be taken and used as wives, and
bred, would not be used thusly. But special types of female captives, those meant for sale
only as sexual toys to the wealthiest of nobles were a different matter. And Mengesha had
ambitions for this pale skinned, golden haired female.
Kristin knew none of this, but only how hungry she was, and how confused, and how
aroused she was as his hips began to slap against her buttocks. He was not touching her
clit now but even so, the jarring blows of his hips against her bottom was sending
shudders through her body which were making her clit throb as though a small vibrator were
buzzing away at her.
She moaned and gurgled and gasped and whimpered as his big cock continued to pump up and
down inside her. The savage had worked it deep, now, so deep that she felt cramps within
her abdomen each time his cock drove all the way in.
His finger reached under and began to stroke at her clit, and Kristin cried out weakly,
twisting and writhing her hips rolling uncontrollably as the swirling sexual heat exploded
in power and intensity. She gulped in air desperately, head jerking and teeth gnashing as
his finger stroked her remorselessly even as his cock thrust into her ass.
The orgasm washed over her, and she cried out in helpless pleasure bucking and jerking
and thrusting herself back at his impaling cock, glorying in each deep thrust as her
insides exploded with wild animal sensations of carnal heat and pleasure.
God! God! God! It's so good! It's so fucking good!
She gurgled and writhed as the crackling sexual electricity rippled up and down her
spine, its tendrils surging up and out through every nerve ending, every pore of her body.
The backs of her feet drummed against the earth below as she lost control of her body, and
she felt her anal muscles spasming and squeezing down on his hard cock as he continued to
ram himself down into her.
At some point he finished and left. Kristin wasn't even quite aware of it for a time.
Only slowly did her mind regain its awareness to find herself still in the position he had
placed her, on her belly, bottom raised, legs wide. And only slowly did she sink flat onto
her belly, then roll onto her side and draw her knees in against her belly, gasping and
moaning in dazed, overheated exhaustion.
She lay for some minutes, chest heaving, slowly regaining her sense of equilibrium. Then
the young one entered, and she whimpered as he came over to her even as her mouth filled
with excitement at the impending taste of water. If she was lucky, even some kind of fruit
juice!
This required she rise on her knees, and despite her exhaustion, she did so as he stood
over her. She licked her lips, blinking back sweat as she saw the water sack in his hand.
It had a long, thin spout made from she had no idea what.
He drew his loincloth aside and she licked her lips again. His cock was already starting
to rise and thicken as she knelt bound before him. Was the embassy even looking for them,
she wondered forlornly.
He pulled her face forward and she opened her mouth, taking his cock into it. He slipped
the thin spout of the drinking sack in next to it, and as she sucked, she moaned in
pleasure as cool fruit juice began to slowly trickle into her mouth. She was so thirsty!
That was only natural, she knew, but what of the sudden throbbing between her legs at the
sight of his cock? Or was it the sight of the drinking skin? Was she going to become
aroused every time she was offered a drink? She didn't quite understand what they were
doing, but swallowed repeatedly as she sucked and licked on his throbbing cock.
He pulled out, guiding her mouth to his testicles. She opened her mouth despite her
inclination to be revolted at the sight of his big, black, wrinkled scrotum. She licked
along it and sucked his balls into her mouth, one after the other, massaging them with her
tongue and lips as he again trickled fruit juice down along them, and she moaned in
pleasure as she swallowed.
Then his cock was in her mouth again, and he was pulling her head forward, his strong
black hands gripping her soft, pale hair as he pushed his cock down into her throat. She
gagged weakly, but was getting used to it as he buried himself to the very last inch in
her trembling throat, then ground her against him and slowly pulled back.
He came, pouring his cream into her, filling her mouth so that she had swallow again and
again, revolted, and then pulled completely free, a broad smile on his homely face. He
dropped to his knees, shifting his grip on her hair, suddenly and roughly forcing her head
up and back as his other hand slid between her legs.
Kristin moaned and cursed softly, trying to deny her body's own heat and lust as his
finger stroked her clit. But it was a hopeless, losing battle, and despite her shame and
anger her hips began to grind against his fingers, then began to buck helplessly as her
body writhed to the wild, raw sex heat he was forcing upon her. She came, crying out in
pleasure as he fingered her pussy, and then he withdrew just as casually as when he'd
entered leaving her to fall on her side with a shuddering moan.
“Bastard,” she moaned dazedly.
Why?! Why was her body so horribly sensitive like this!? What had happened to her!? How
long could this go on?! Was she fated to be, despite all her intelligence, education and
sophistication, some sort of nympho sex toy to a pair of illiterate African savages!?
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