Africa Safari

The older man replied in kind, his eyes on Mandy, roving up and down her naked body. She'd been without clothes for so long now, that it was difficult to be embarrassed as his eyes bored into her. He motioned her inside and then closed the door.

She was in some kind of office. The man led her over to a chair sitting in front of a desk and then sat her down. He moved around behind the desk and looked across it at her, though he didn't sit down.

"Good afternoon." he said, his accent terrible.

"You speak english!" she cried.

"Yes. I speak english."

"Oh, thank God! Will you contact my parents and tell them where I am?"

"First you will answer my questions."

"Anything you want."

"Who do you work for?"

"Pardon?"

"Who do you work for?"

"I don't work for anybody." She said, confused.

"You work for the South Africans, don't you?"

"I told you, I don't work for anybody."

"What were you doing north of the river?"

"I was kidnapped!"

"You expect me to believe that?"

"But it's the truth. I was grabbed by some Bantu and taken to their village."

"The Bantu would not have taken you there, especially not with that strange hair of your's. They would have thought you were an evil spirit or witch."

"Well, they did."

"Did you have sexual relations with them?"

She blushed and nodded.

"With who?"

"I don't know, a lot of them."

"So you are an American prostitute."

"I am not!" she said, indignantly.

"You lie! I see it now. You were sent here to use your filthy body and influence our people into rebellion!"

"I was not!"

"That is just the kind of thing the filthy South Africans would do!" he snarled, stomping around the corner of the desk and staring down at her furiously.

"But I'm not a prostitute!" she protested. His hand swung down and slapped her face so hard she was flung out of her chair. She sat on the floor, holding her cheek and looking up at him in fear.

"Get up, you slut!"

"I'm not! I'm really not!"

She slowly got to her feet and the man shoved her back in the chair and grabbed her still damp hair. He pulled her head far back so her neck bent across the back of the chair. He laid his fist against her throat and looked nastily down at her.

"One blow and you would die, slut!"

"Please don't hurt me!" she gasped.

He pulled her hair forward again, then jerked her out of the chair and slammed her belly into the desk and shoved he down across it.

His knees forced her legs open and then she felt his hard male organ pressing against her cuntlips. She sighed in resignation, by now almost used to rape. His cock slid into her and he began to pump energetically. It was less than a minute before he came inside her and pulled out again.

"I do not believe you whore!" he gasped. "You are a slut and a prostitute. It is obvious that you work for the South Africans."

"But..."

"I will have you taken back to your cell. There you will remain for the next ten or twenty years or so, until you decide to cooperate."

"But I don't know anything!" Mandy wailed, appalled at the idea of going back to the little cell. She dropped to her knees in front of him and flung her arms around his legs, tears coursing down her cheeks.

"Please, please don't send me back there!!" she begged.

"I'll do anything you want!"

"Well," he said, considering. "It might be possible for you to work out your penance in some other way."

He carefully examined her body again, noting the fullness of her round breasts and the perfection of her skin, despite the numerous light scratches.

"I think we can find some other form of punishment for you." he smiled.

She was unsurprised at what the "punishment" consisted of. She was given another cell, only this one was on the second floor here, and was much bigger and nicer. It had a nice big bed to and Mandy found herself spending most of her time in it.

Every hour or so, another man would come to her, always an officer of course. She would twist and turn her body as they directed, then allow herself to be pushed to her back or onto her knees as the man fucked her. None of them spent much time fucking her, generally spraying inside her within minutes.

For that she was grateful. She wondered if she was to be an actual prostitute for the rest of her life. That was what she seemed to be now. Did they really think she was a hooker? Probably not. She doubted it mattered to them.

After some hours, she was exhausted, but the men showed no sign of stopping. There were no clocks or anything, so she didn't know what time it was. There weren't even any windows to look out of. She didn't know if it was day or night.

She took a quick shower. The officers didn't want to smell each other on her skin. She douched, for much the same reason, then took off her shower cap and brushed her hair. Five minutes later, her next customer arrived.

He didn't arrive alone, though. Mandy stared in surprise as the man, a big fat guy, led in a small thin girl behind him. She was a couple of years younger than Mandy, and he skin was as Black as Mandy's was White. She was just as naked too.

The two girls stared at each other for a moment, then the man said something. Mandy didn't understand it but the girl evidently did. She moved forward until the two were standing only a foot apart.

Mandy stared at her. She was shorter than Mandy, and her breasts were smaller. Despite the darkness of the girl's flesh, Mandy could see the dark slit between her legs, for the girl had no pubic hair. Mandy had never seen a girl this old without pubic hair, and realized at once that it must have been shaved off.

Mandy's gaze travelled up to her face. It was pudgy, with wide brown eyes and the very light coating of Black hair that most African women had.

The man said something else and the girl moved against her. Mandy jerked back slightly, but knew she had to do whatever the man wanted. The girl's body pressed against her's, and her arms came around Mandy and caressed her White skin.

Mandy stared into the girl's brown eyes in fright, worried now that she would respond even worse than she had with her male rapists. The one time she had cum before had been with a woman, and it had worried her for years. Now she was faced with another, and had no choice but to let the girl fondle her, and even return the caresses.

Already the girl's hands were sliding up and down her lower back, then they slid down softly over her buttocks, following the contours of her rounded cheeks as her fingers barely touched her. Suddenly the girl's fingers gave a tight squeeze. Mandy gasped and jerked upward onto her toes, her body pushing against the Black girl's.

Their breasts touched, and it was like the girl was a live electrical circuit. Mandy's round breasts exploded with blood, swelling up like balloons, their nipples hardening and lengthening, pressing into the Black girl's own smaller Black breasts.

Their bodies rubbed together as the far man watched with an interested smirk. The Black girl cocked her head to one side then kissed Mandy, her lips wide and soft and wet. The kiss went on and on, the girl obviously familiar with the man's tastes and knowing how to please him.

Mandy found herself returning the kiss, found her own arms instinctively going around the smaller girl's shoulders and her hands rubbing the girl's back. Their lips moved together with more and more passion, their tongues dancing together, first in Mandy's mouth, then in the other girl's.

The Black girl pulled her lips away, lowering her head to Mandy's soft rounded breasts. She cupped one gently, forcing the nipple out even further. Her lips surrounded the long pink bud of flesh, pressing down against it, surrounding it, and then rubbing softly from side to side as her tongue swirled on the very tip of the sharp little nubin.

Then her lips moved forward, her mouth suckling as the Black girl took more of Mandy's tit meat into her mouth. Now Mandy could feel the girl's teeth against her nipple, pressing down, not hard, but with a sharpness, a slight pain that send heat coursing through Mandy's body.

The Black girl's hand slid up and down the crevice between Mandy's firmly rounded ass cheeks, the stroking soft, and slow, then suddenly the hand slid down between Mandy's legs from behind, and squeezed her pubic mound grimly. Mandy gasped and pulled the girl's head into her tits.

She felt her body shivering and her legs going rubbery. The Black girl was suckling furiously at her breast as her fingers prodded at Mandy's cunt slit, then she forced the tight lips apart and drove a finger up into Mandy's cunt, wiggling it about with quick, agile movements.

Mandy felt herself lowering as her legs gave way, and then she was on her knees, looking up into the Black girl's hairless slit. The girl spread her legs, straightening her body and caressing the sides of Mandy's head. She pulled Mandy forward, so her face was pressed into her Black groin, then rubbed herself against the White girl.

Mandy opened her mouth, hesitantly, then her tongue slid out and touched the Black girl's cunt slit. She rubbed her tongue up and down the narrow slash, pushing harder and deeper, trying to force her tongue up the tight twat hole. Her hands slid around the girl and cupped and squeezed her small ass cheeks.

Her fingers dug deep into the flesh as her mind was dazed by brilliant flashes of sexual electricity. She rubbed her tongue madly up and down the slit, then found the little pink clitty peaking out and began to work on it with almost desperate intensity.

The girl began to moan and sigh with pleasure, her hips slowly pumping from side to side and in and out. She arched her back, and brought her hands up behind her head, throwing her chest out. Her eyes closed to narrow slits and she moaned louder, partly from pleasure, partly because she knew the watching man wanted her to.

She began to mumble and mutter in a low panting voice, words that Mandy didn't understand, but the ogling man did. His cock swelled with excitement as he watched the White girl's tongue dance in the Black girl's crotch.

Then the girl seized Mandy's face and pulled her hard against her crotch as she rubbed furiously against her. She cried out in ecstasy, her body trembling and shaking through a light orgasm that she exaggerated for effect. She let her knees gave way and fell down onto her knees in front of Mandy.

Their lips joined again, and their arms encircled each other, then they slid to the ground, their bodies rubbing and stroking each other. The Black girl laid on top of Mandy, who spread her legs wide, and began to rub up and down against her, stroking the White girl's jittery wet crotch with her own.

She suckled fiercely on Mandy's round titties, her hand sliding between the White girl's legs and stroking her cunt. A finger pushed into Mandy, then a second, then a third, then a fourth. Mandy groaned and whimpered and humped up against the pumping fingers as her body tingled and shook with arousal.

Then she gave a low gasp as her cunt was forced even wider. The Black girl's wrist passed through her cunt and she had her entire hand inside Mandy's cunt box. She bunched up her fingers into a tight little fist and worked her hand even deeper as the White girl writhed beneath her.

She finally reached the bottom of the tight, wet, sucking cunt box and ground her knuckles against Mandy's cervix, making the girl howl in pleasure. Mandy jerked and humped and twisted in a mad sexual dance, her body consumed by vast waves of intense erotic bliss.

"Oh! Oh! Oh! OH! OH! OH! OOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Mandy gasped.

"OH YES! OH YES! YES! YES!"

The Black girl pumped her fist up and down the spasming pink cuntslit, watching with amusement as the White girl went insane beneath her. Mandy's body thrashed and shook, jerking and bucking furiously as she was whipped by hurricane force winds of delirious sexual pleasure.

She shook and trembled and whined like a bitch cat with her tail on fire. The hole between her legs had become a furnace, then an erupting volcano that threatened to fry her with it's intense heat. Her eyes rolled back and her body stiffened, then she collapsed motionless, her chest heaving with exertion.

Part Eight

It was almost embarrassingly easy. He simply cut a couple of the strands of wire and slipped into the camp. There were no guards in sight. The one that was supposed to be patrolling had evidently gone to sleep somewhere. He kept low as he moved across the dark camp, heading for the second fence, the one around the building that was his target.

He slipped into some bushes a dozen yards from the fence and waited, scanning his watch. Two minutes later, the lights went out and he raced forward and clipped the lowest strand, then slid under. He used a small piece of wire from his pocket to tie the severed strand back together, then raced to the building and jumped, grabbing the drainpipe.

This was a gamble, but it held and he shinnied up to the top and fell over on the roof, gasping for breath. The lights came back on again. There was no loud outcry or anything. Maybe nobody had even noticed. But no, the door below opened and a fat looking guy with a machine pistol came out and looked around. Apparently satisfied, he went back inside.

Joe crept across the roof. There it was, a door leading down. He knew there'd be one. It was locked of course, but that presented no major difficulty. He took out the pry bar from his belt and slowly began to work on it. It didn't take long. The wood was rotting and the steal was rusting.

Five minutes later, with very little sound, the door popped open and he slid inside. There was a narrow stairway, which he moved down. At the foot was another door, this one unlocked. He stepped through and into a hallway.

It was quiet in the hall, though from each of the numerous doors came quiet and unidentifiable sounds. He pushed the first one open a crack and looked in. There was a naked Black man on a bed. A young girl, only barely developing, was squatting atop him, taking his thick cock into her body.

He closed the door. The next revealed much the same, except the girl was older. Across the hall, he opened the door to find a man fucking a boy in the ass. The next room revealed an oriental woman hanging from her wrists from the ceiling. Joe couldn't see the guy, and didn't care to. He closed the door and moved on.

He pushed open another door. There was a man sitting on a chair, his back to the door. Joe couldn't see any girl. This was obviously some kind of whorehouse and he couldn't imagine the guy being alone. He opened the door further, peering around it.

There was a pair of legs on the floor. They were obviously female, and just as obviously Black. He started to retreat, then curiosity got the best of him. What the heck was she doing sitting on the floor?

He pushed his head around the door. Now he could see much better. The girl was on her back and there was another girl on top of her. The two were sixty-nineing and the one on top was White... with pink hair!" He was so relieved he almost laughed.

Instead, he crept into the room and closed the door. The man looked up in surprise just to catch the butt of his Uzi in the face. A second blow took him in the head and he fell over, unconscious. Joe moved around him to the girl's who were still licking and slurping at each other's pussies.

He gripped the pink hair and pulled upward. Mandy blinked in dazed confusion.

"Time to go pinky." he said. He looked down at the Black girl, who looked back impassively. He pulled on Mandy's arm and hauled her to her feet, where she staggered and would have fallen if not for his firm hold.

He picked up the Black man's pants and slipped them onto Mandy's legs, rolling them up at the bottom. Then he grabbed the uniform jacket and got her into that, tying the belt to keep it closed around her.

"Let's go."

"Go?" she mumbled, in confusion.

"Just follow me." he sighed, pulling her along, hand in hand.

He opened the door and peaked outside. There was nothing moving. Everyone was too busy. They went down the hallway and up the stairs to the roof. Joe checked his watch and pulled Mandy over to a corner, where he'd tied a rope earlier.

"Do you think you can climb down a rope?"

She looked at him blankly and he cursed softly and tied the other end ofthe rope around her under her arms. He checked his watch again. Just then the lights went out.

"Over you go lovey." he said, pushing Mandy over the edge of the building. She gave a low cry, but stopped when she realized the rope was preventing her from falling.

He lowered her to the ground, where she sat down dumbly at the base of the wall. He jumped over and slid quickly down to the ground, landing beside her.

"Let's go, kid!" he hissed. He slipped the rope off and then pulled her to the fence, quickly pulling the wire loose and shoving her threw.

A minute or so later, the fat guy came out of the door again and looked around. He saw the rope coming down from the roof and gave a cry of alarm. A second man joined him and then the two raced back into the building and up the stairs.

They drove for over half an hour before Mandy finally began to talk.

"Are you going to take me back to the camp where I was kidnapped?" She asked, softly.

"No. Of course not. You're parents are in Harare anyway."

"Are we going there?"

"Tomorrow morning."

"What about tonight?"

"Tonight, we take you to what passes for a luxury hotel in this city."

"Luxury." she said. "That would be something new."

"I hope you like it."

Thirty minutes later, they entered a large, and old building. There were thick wall to wall carpets in the lobby. Apparently he already had a room for they didn't go to the desk. Instead he led her to the elevator. The man inside looked at her unusual clothes but then politely averted his eyes.

Then they were in his room on the fourth floor. It was tastelessly overdone, with big carvings and murals and atrociously ostentatious furnishings. Mandy loved it though. She loved the shower and bath even more. She spent half an hour in the shower, scrubbing herself down. When that was done, she filled up the bathtub and spent another hour in the bath.

She emerged, finally, clad in a big oversized bath towel, her hair falling behind her in a dark red wave.

"You look much better." Joe said.

"I feel much better."

She sat down beside him on the couch, looking at the big fire crackling in the fireplace. "I guess I have a lot to thank you for." she said.

"Part of the service."

"It must have been hard finding me in the jungle like that, then to break me out of that awful army base... "

"I'll charge your father a finders fee."

She smiled. "I'd like to apologize."

"For what?"

"For the way I treated you, you know, before I was kidnapped."

"Oh, that. Forget it."

"I was a bitch. Admit it."

"Ok. You were a bitch."

She smiled again.

"Still, there were moments."

"You mean in your tent?" he grinned.

"Yes, of course I mean that. That was, I'll have you know, the first orgasm I've had with a man, ever."

"You're kidding!"

She shook her head.

"What do you mean, with a man?"

"I had one when I was much younger, with a woman, and of course, I've had a number, as they say, on my own."

"A woman, huh. I wondered whether you were gay."

"I'm not really. I haven't even been with a woman in three or four years, except for tonight that is."

"Well, I'm glad you enjoyed it."

"Don't get cocky, Joe. I came like gangbusters with the Bantu, remember, and even in the truck on the way to the army camp... well, anyway, let's just say that you don't have to be superman to make me cum now. I don't know how or when I changed, but I've become a multi-orgasmic nympho."