A Crude Business

A hand reached across her shoulder and pinned her against the door, squashing her face sideways against the cold laminate.

"Give us a kiss sweetie." hissed Dickens in her ear. "Or you could give me what you offered the locals to get us the contract."

"Piss off you cheap piece of shit." squeaked Sam, struggling to form the words.

His elbow increased the pressure on the back of her neck, squashing her face further, while his other hand slid round her waist and grabbed her breast. Suddenly, just as Sam was beginning to be thankful for the fact she was wearing trousers, he let go. His hand shot up and grabbed her by the hair, and she was hauled unceremoniously backwards and dumped on her back in the middle of the aisle. Dickens lurched drunkenly and sat himself down astride her, his crotch just under her chin.

"Cheap am I, Cheap am I," he repeated, "With my share of this cargo I could buy and sell you any time I liked."

"You wish! you won't get much from this lot, the coffee price is falling."

"Stupid Bitch. What do you know. There's enough coke on this plane for it to fly back without an engine."

Sam looked at him. Stunned! So that was what the deal had all been about. Dickens carried on as though nothing had happened. He was too drunk to understand the importance of what he had said.

"Come on, Chicken!" he slurred, struggling to free his dick. "Get your laughing gear round this."

As he spoke, he started to struggle to lower his zip, but in his drunken state, and with his ungainly position perched on top of a struggling Samantha, all he succeeded in doing was to fall forward, his stomach covering her face. As he struggled to recover, Sam took her chance. She grabbed the only thing she could reach, a small metal tool case, and brought it to bear on Dickens head. He went down poleaxed. Gasping for breath beneath his stomach, his belt buckle pressing painfully against her chin, Sam slowly struggled free, and stood up. Dickens was lying face down unmoving. She stooped and felt his wrist.

"Shit," she thought to herself. "No pulse."

Slowly she made her way back to her seat to think.

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ARIBUNDI - GUJANGA 1994

Jacob led in the girl. She was late teens, mixed race or indian descent, Sonja guessed. Her lovely coffee coloured face was streaked with tears, her hands secured firmly behind her back by what looked like a velcro cable tie. She wore a simple, button through shift dress which cane to just below the knee, and apparently nothing else. Mark looked sideways at Sonja, unsure of how to proceed in the presence of a young woman participant so Sonja decided to take the initiative. She loved the fearful look in the girls eyes as she walked around her, inspecting her. Ngoro was fascinated.

"Like her Sonja?"

"She's lovely. What's she done?"

"She was caught thieving."

"Did she take much?"

"Not really."

"Not worth the death penalty then?"

The girl's mouth opened in shock, wanting to say something but unable to form the words. Sonja slapped her across the face.

"I didn't say you could speak!"

The girl hung her head and sobbed silently to herself. Sonja slowly, ever so slowly, unbuttoned the front of her dress down to her waist. The girl stood still, like a frightened rabbit in a car's headlights. Sonja's hands moved back to the girl's throat. The men stood together in a small group, each of them sporting painful erections as the erotic display continued. She parted the dress and slipped it off each shoulder, baring the flesh of her breasts, but leaving the nipples covered.

"Do you want to go home to your husband?" asked Sonja gently, noticing the brand new wedding ring on her finger.

"Please don't hurt me."

"I said do you want to go home to your husband?" - less gently this time, and said as Sonja walked around the girl making her turn her head to follow her. The movement of her head pulled her dress, uncovering one nipple, and raising the men's temperature by another couple of degrees. All three of them were begining to enjoy Sonja's act. They knew what the finale might be. Sonja was now standing facing the men over the girls shoulder.

"My friends won't let you." she whispered. "Do you think we could persuade them?". As she spoke, she lowered the dress the rest of the way down the girl's arms, slowly revealing her beautiful breasts in all their glory. The girl looked back at her as best she could, unsure what she was getting at.

"I don't know."

Sonja's hands slid round her waist, and moved slowly upward to first stroke, then cup her breasts, slowly massaging them with small circular motions. The effect on the men, unsurprisingly, was obvious. Less obvious was the effect on the girl herself.Sonja smiled in quiet victory as she felt her nipples stiffen under her ministrations. She removed her hands, and gripped each nipple between finger and thumb. Squeezing gentle, she rolled them this way and that. The girls breathing bcame shallower.

"What should we do for them? Should we kiss? should we fuck? or should you fuck them?"

"I, I, I don't know." muttered the girl, growing more agitated by the minute.

Sonja pulled the tie off her wrist and turned the girl around to face her. She returned to the task of unbuttoning the dress until it was free to drop, but Sonja held it in place. She moved her face forward and placed a gentle kiss on the lips of the now aquiescent girl. Very slowly she extended her tongue and gently forced open her lips. At the same time she slowly lowered the dress, revealing a most wonderful arse to the attentive audience. By now, Ngoro was getting seriously frustrated and had extracted his dick from its covering. It stood out fully erect as his hand masturbated it slowly. Sonja stepped backwards until her own backside was resting against the edge of the table. Letting go of the girl, she raised her own dress, and leaned backwards exposing her naked cunt to the girl. She pushed the girl on the top of her head, onto her knees. Unbidden, the young woman slipped her face between Sonja's thighs and began to lick long strokes up the length of her quim.

This was all too much for Ngoro. As far as he was concerned his time had come. Despite the charms of the girl, Sonja was much more to his liking, so he ignored the naked arse bobbing up and down in front of him, and presented his dick to Sonja's mouth. She gazed up at him with a look of frank admiration at the size of his dick, and parted her lips. He wiped the end of his tool along her bottom lip, and slowly pushed it into her mouth, forcing it wider as he did so. Sonja arched her back slightly as the tongue on her labia

found her centre, sending a series of tingles up and down her spine. Her head went back as Ngoro pushed again, and this time Sonja accommodated the whole width and most of his ten inch length. Mark approached the young girl. Pulling her head out of Sonja's crotch he asked her name.

"People call me Gem," she whispered, her head bowed in supplication.

Mark didn't bother replying. he simply shrugged off his pants and slid into her from behind.

"No, No, please, don't......"

Mark had absolutely no intention of doing anything but fuck her, and her constant sobbing was beginning to get to him. Another loud sob spurred him into action. He leaned over her back so she felt his presence beside her face.

" If you sob again, I'll give you something to sob about. Understand?"

She stifled the next one immediately and bit her lip furiously as Mark began to pound into her cunt for all he was worth. Over Gem's head, he saw Ngoro rearrange Sonja on the table. She now lay face down, Ngoro's todger sliding in and out for all it was worth. Sonja had her eyes closed, and her gasps slowly grew from almost mute to long, drawn-out wails as her climax built. The rhythm was contagious. Mark found himself fucking Gee at the same pace as Ngoro. As Ngoros climax built, so did Marks. Gem found herself coming to the boil despite herself. Her cry of surprise when the dam burst caused Mark, in turn, to climax. He gave one final push, and remained buried to the hilt as Gem lay gasping beneath him.

Whetever Gem thought about her ordeal being over, she was wrong. Paul's instruction to "Get over here, Girl" was soft and quiet, but brooked no argument. Still on her knees, she crawled across the short expanse of floor, her head bowed, waiting for the inevitable.

"I think," mused Paul," I shall use your arse." "Turn round."

"NO!>"The girl went pale. No-one, not even her husband had used her there, and she was not simply going to let these bastards do it to her here. She stood up and made a bolt for the door. Unfortunately she got no further. twisting the handle this way and that, panic set in. She looked around like the cornered animal she was, searching for any way of avoiding her anal rape. Raschid was the first to reach her. Grabbing her hair, he pulled her down to her knees, and slapped her, right, leftbackhand, right. Her head rocked backwards and forwards, the whiplash effect on her neck making her cry out in pain.

Raschid dragged her, now with Mark's help, across in front of Paul.

"I've got a better idea." he muttered, "it's tea time, I'm ready for a sandwich."

With that, he sat down on the sofa and pulled the hapless girl up onto his lap. Mark realised what Raschid had in mind and helped him lift the struggling girl onto Raschids rampant dick. She screamed and struggled, but eventually his organ achieved full penetration, and she was left wriggling like a stuck pig. Raschid wasted no time, rocking her backwards and forwards on his pole, until he began to create a response from the girl. Just as he was getting into the swing of things, Paul got into the act.

"Hold her still for gods sake! I never was any good at hitting a moving target."

Raschid chuckled and wrapped his arm around the wriggling girl, locking her tight against his chest. Meanwhile, Paul advanced his erect prick and eased the end of it up against the girl's little puckered arsehole. Her cries became pleas. Tears ran uncontroleably down her cheeks as she tried to prevent his attack. Unfortunately for her, the same wriggling that was designed to fend him off, simply helped the end of his tool worm it's way into her nether orifice. Paul, sensing just the right moment, gave a sharp push. Her sphinctre gave way, and with a cry of triumph "Yes!" he was in.

The effect on the girl was just as momentous, but from an entirely different perspective.

"NNOOooooohh! OOophh!" The pain flooded through her arse, and exploded up her spine. She clung to Raschid in a desperate attempt to cope, and cried loudly against his chest. As the pain began to subside, she felt Paul begin to move. With each thrust, she experienced the same stabbing pain, but with each thrust it seemed to diminish. She had never experienced anything like this. Her whole lower body seemed to be crammed full of dick. The nearest she had felt to this was trying to expel a particularly recalcitrant turd, but even that failed to describe what was going on in her cunt.

As Paul began his thrusting motion, Raschid began to do likewise. The friction across her perinaeum began to replace the pain she felt with small pleasureable twitches that slowly built until she wanted to do nothing more than feel the two of them pistonong in and out. Raschid adjusted his position so that he increased the amount of contact between his dick and her clitoris, and at the same time Paul increased his stroke, making huge sweeping thrusts up what seemed to be the entire length of her body cavity. Meanwhile Ngoro, having finished with Sonja, watched the slow change overtaking the sandwiched girl.

Gee, her eyes closed in what had now become pure pleasure, began to pant in time to the thrusting invaders. Suddenly she became aware of another taking interest in her body. Ngoro knelt to one side, offering up his immense dick to her mouth. Without thinking, Gee opened her mouth and slipped it around the end of his tool. Gently at first, he began also to thrust in and out, fucking deep into her throat until he matched the rhythm of the other two. Gee was powerless, fully absorbed in the wonderful sensations her rapists were creating. As her excitement built, she could no longer keep control and abandoned herself to the first of what proved to be several orgasms. Wave after wave of exstacy sparkled around her body. Ngoro withdrew, and began to spray semen around her face and neck. In truth it was a good job he did because the next orgasm ripped through her, causing her to clamp her teeth shut so hard she bit her own lip, drawing blood. Wave after wave, she found herself jerking spastically as she lost all control. Raschid and Paul, both came together, pouring their jism into her willing body, and, as things subsided, grinned at each other in their pleasure........

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BIRMINGHAM - ENGLAND 1994

Steve Washington was a worried man. The whole plan appeared to be going south. He knew that the plane had left with all the cargo on board, but from there, nothing. Mark's intention to meet the plane at the airport had been thwarted by an emergency landing his BA flight had to make en-route to Heathrow. When his men visited Roberts Air Cargo they found the place locked up, a cargo of coffee in the hanger, and fuck all else. Samantha Roberts and the cocaine had disappeared, and Dickens hadn't been heard of since boarding the flight.

He was on the point of phoning Sir Gerald when there was a brisk knock at the office door. He glanced across to the bank of CCTV monitors and found himself looking at a very determined Samantha Roberts.

"Come in!"

She strode through the door and plonked herself in the chair in front of his desk. She was wearing her Captains uniform, but with a pencil skirt which rode to the top of her thighs as she sat down. She followed his gaze to the hem of her skirt.

"Don't even think about it, you bastard. You know why I am here, and it doesn't include that!"

"I'm sure you're right miss Roberts, but I believe you have something of mine."

"I certainly do, but first we have some things to discuss."

"OK. Why don't you tell me what you want."

"First, I want to join your organisation."

Steve was gobsmacked. This was not what he was expecting. "So why should we be interested?"

"First, I have your cocaine, second I have left papers with my solicitor which implicates all of you if something untoward should happen to me, and thirdly.........."

"Yes?"

"You need a regular way of shipping cocaine, and I have a business to run."

"OK, tell me where my cargo is, and I will let you know."

"Come on Mr Washington, we both know that's not good enough. Call your principals now. Let's establish a working relationship and then all things become possible. I will be on the call."

Steve picked up the phone, dialled Mwamba, waking him in the process, and conferenced in Paul and Sir Gerald. After their initial shock, Samantha outlined the deal. She wanted no more than a regular contract with bonuses at their discretion. She was very reasonable, and it was a matter of minutes before the partners agreed. The call ended and Samantha turned to leave.

"Just a minute! where is the coke."

"Where's my money?"

Steve crossed to a cabinet by the wall. "It's right here" he said, extracting a large envelope and giving it to her.

Samantha took it without stopping to check it. She could always come back if it was wrong. She handed Steve a card.

"Your coke is at this warehouse. It's labelled as Bicarbonate of Soda, but I wouldn't recommend baking with it."

Steve laughed as she turned to go.

"Oh, by the way, where is Dickens?"

"He went for a swim - 200 miles off the Liberian coast. Why? will you need him?"

"Not any more ..... partner."

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It was late when the doorbell went.

Sam glanced at her watch, and considered ignoring it. She decided not to, and opened the door.

Steve Washington stood there, a big grin on his face, a bottle of champagne in one hand, and a small leather briefcase in the other. She waved him in.

"We have one last round of business to conclude. For you - Dicken's share as a bonus - £20,000. For me? I fancy sampling some of the skills you showed Ngoro in Gujanga. What do you say?"

"I say you shouldn't listen to big boys bravado " ....... She loosened the belt of her robe ....... "I may not be half as good as they say. ..........."Partner."

THE END

Copyright James Anderton 2002

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