The Naked Prey Ch. 02

There was a part of me which didn't want to watch this barbaric spectacle, yet inexplicably I couldn't tear myself away from looking.

The head-negress was thoroughly enjoying herself at the victim's expense. She was deliberately suffocating him by sitting on his face, much to the delight of her fellow sisters. This act of cruelty was exacerbated by her, every so often, shifting her buttocks so he could barely snuffle a minute amount of much-needed air before reseating herself. This persecution persisted for a considerable length of time. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. She was relishing what she was making him endure.

I wiped sweat from my eyes and, although I'm not religious, I knelt and prayed that somehow this wretched man would survive this debauchery.

She continued with this smother torture for much longer amid the laughter and chatter of the group of female onlookers.

I couldn't control myself any longer.

'Let him go!' I heard myself shout, in a fit of pique.

The Amazon with the permanent smirk glanced in my direction, grinning even more, and then returned to watch in utter amusement at this systematic torture. Her two friends who'd also helped to catch me appeared to have designs on me because they kept staring at my kennel too.

I heard Tom kicking at the wood of his prison in frustrated anger, but to no avail. This was hardwood and there was no chance of escape.

The smell of food wafted over from a large pot cooking over a jeko. [A round iron stove, heated by charcoal.]

Then I witnessed the most extraordinary thing. She bent forward, raising her bottom from his blackened-purple face and turned, chuckling to give him an order.

I couldn't quite make out the words but I knew that 'kiss' was amongst them.

The poor guy was still gasping and choking in recovering his breath but she still barked out the command again. Humiliatingly she wiggled her vast backside in his face impatiently.

He managed to lift his head just enough to be able to kiss one of her buttocks. She chuckled even more at this, and there came cheers from the black female audience.

She barked something else and he immediately kissed her buttock more enthusiastically.

What I was witnessing was the degradation of a broken man. It didn't make easy viewing.

Another command came and he sobbed as he was forced to kiss her large posterior all over. Another command, and he slowed down and put more effort into caressing each inch of supple black flesh.

This can't go on, I thought. This is inhuman.

I began shouting for them to stop this merciless persecution, joined by Tom bellowing. Several of the onlookers leered in his direction and others, including the Smirker, gazed in mine. Then they grinningly resumed watching their debauched entertainment.

What I saw next turned my stomach and made me lose all faith in human nature.

The queen Negress bent forward even further, parted her bottom cheeks with her hands and demanded him to do something.

I was shocked when he began licking the inside of her bottom, even deep inside the crack.

'You fucking bitches,' I shouted. 'Let the poor sod go!'

Even the normally placid Tom swore at them too.

Again we were ignored. They were too intent on something else. But what they were doing was absolutely outrageous. Many of the black females were fingering themselves; glassy-eye, gazing at the ridicule their leader was imposing on their defeated prey.

More orders followed and he had to stretch his head even more to reach, whilst working his tongue-tip around her anal muscle, working her into a frenzy. I cringed as he forced his entire tongue inside her anal passage. Then she straightened up, looked up to heaven before sitting down fully on his face.

She hissed something at him as he smothered beneath her voluptuous bottom.

A gasp eluded from her throat and she arched her back in orgasm.

I guessed she'd told the man to keep licking as he suffocated.

She remained sitting on his face while he futilely writhed under her weight. Her pleasure appeared to grow stronger the more the wretched man smothered.

What these savages was making him endure was becoming too much to watch. But this magnet of 'watching the unwatchable' was too strong to fight.

She rose after a long time, just as his struggles grew weaker and weaker. Chuckling loudly, she looked down at him trying to recover, smoothing down her white dress, brushing off small patches of red dust.

'He's all yours, girls,' she said in perfect English, glancing first in my direction then in Tom's.

Giving us a flip of the head so her ponytail flapped, she strode off wiggling her wide hips, her skirt swaying with her oscillating movements.

The other black female tormentors were like a pack of wolves closing in for the kill. The next one to take up the smother-torturer's position was one of the ones who'd captured me. But this time she was sitting on his face with her back to his feet. She worked herself off on his squashed nose and gave him the same commands her head sister had given when she'd made him lick her bottom. She grinned down at his pleading eyes between her muscled thighs and then grinned in my direction. Intermittently she'd first enjoy watching him then she'd glance towards me.

My blood ran cold.

As the man heaved beneath her she drove herself into a climax that seemed to go on for ages. As soon as she'd finished with him another girl took her place. There must have been close to twenty-five females there, all wanting to defile him in this way just for their own perverted pleasure.

It was getting extremely hot. I was so thirsty my lips were starting to dry.

The girls who had finished using him for sex helped themselves to some food from the pot. They continued watching their sisters tormenting and degrading their captive, with much appreciation.

'I need water!' I called, hoarsely.

The Smirker, who had finished having sex and was now eating, looked over.

'Water!' I cried out.

Tom yelled too. It was many hours since our last meagre amount of water had run out. And in this confined space the sweat was pouring out of us.

She reluctantly rose from her unfinished lunch and strolled over to me. Unlocking the kennel's door, she stood in the entrance, turned her back and dropped her jeans. A prominent, vast black bottom now filled the gap, looking exceedingly aggressive.

'You want water then kiss my bum, Whitey,' she said bossily above me.

The amount of room where I was being held made it hard for me to back away. The bulbous backside was so close to my face I could smell its bummy odour.

This was the last thing on earth I wanted to do, but my throat was parched. It wouldn't be long before I hyperventilated from thirst.

'Hurry up, or I'll go,' she said.

I couldn't even swallow my throat was so dry. Leaning forward, I placed my lips against a large bottom cheek and tentatively pecked it.

'Kiss it properly!' she demanded, swinging her posterior in my face. 'And I want it all over.'

Fighting through the feelings of humiliation, I began kissing her vast anal flesh, disgusted at her sounds of pleasure.

'That's lovely, keep going,' she said, smirking even more down at me.

If this were going to enable me to quench my thirst I would endure this sadistic indignity.

'You're a good kisser,' she chuckled.

'Please can I have something to drink now?' I asked.

'That was good practise for you,' she informed me, pushing my face away with her bottom and redressing. 'Now you can have some water.'

Locking the door, she ambled away, to return minutes later with a tin plate with some ugali [African doughy maize-bread] and chicken broth and a small jug of water. She pushed them in under a small gap in one of the side walls. I saw Tom was getting the same as me from another female.

'Wait,' I said, just as she was leaving.

I could see her through the slits looking down at me impatiently.

'Well?' she said.

'Can you let us go?' I ventured. 'We can pay you lots of money and we'll forget all about this. If you let us walk away we'll pay you well.'

She threw back her head and barked out a laugh.

'We've got your money, cards and everything else anyways, mzungu,' she said. Then she added ominously: 'It's not just your money we're after.'

'You can't do this to white people,' I continued. 'Our government will send people to look for us.'

Giving out another laugh, she wiggled back towards her awaiting chicken stew. She deliberately emphasised her rolling buttocks purely for my benefit, to instil even more trepidation within me. And it worked. I was dreading what fate was going to befall me and Tom.

It was several hours later when the last of the villagers was taking her turn to suffocate their prisoner by sitting on his face and making him give her oral sex.

It was surprising but by now, after witnessing this type of diabolical treatment for the best part of the entire day, it seemed I was becoming immune to their selfish pleasure seeking and cruelty.

It had, thankfully, begun to get cooler. It wouldn't be long before the sun would start to go down.

Tom called out something to the gathering, a request for the toilet. Minutes later we had our doors unlocked and we were each led by an Amazon to the latrines.

These were like the English outside toilets we had in the 50's, mostly up North. But with these you can't sit down, you have to squat and aim for the hole. There were three 'huts' side by side, and the third is always a shower room. Our guards untied our hands, holding the long leather thongs like whips, then stood chatting outside.

'Do you believe what we're seeing?' Tom voice whispered through the dividing wall.

'We have to escape,' I whispered back. 'I tried to bribe them but they weren't interested.'

'We'll make a run for it when we get out,' he said.

'Okay, but this time run faster,' I said. I heard a laugh. I went on: 'There's only two of them and we've got a better chance.'

'Did you know the guy they're torturing is a thief,' he said.

'Are they going to let him go?'

'I don't know. If they've done this to him I hope they will.'

Our guards banged heavily on the doors, shouting at us to go out.

The latrines were built on a raised concrete base, and as soon as we emerged we were high enough for it to give us enough leverage to both push hard at the chests of the women. This took them off-guard and unbalanced them sufficiently enough to enable us to leg it round the back of the latrines.

Before us the scenery was mostly bush, with plenty of places to use as camouflage. When it got dark we could hide even better.

We ran as fast as we could, scattering into the wild countryside. If we separated it would give us a better chance of escape.

I managed to run even faster than before, dodging round bushes and trees to give no proper line-of-sight to our pursuers. I hadn't looked back at all because I didn't want to slow down, but when I finally did I panicked at how close the women had come. They seemed to gain speed all the time. What made it worse they were speedily followed by ten other Amazons, all baying for our blood.

Now we were running for our survival.

I dug deep inside of myself to give me that extra spurt and accelerated away faster. Tom was haring away about a hundred yards to my left. Then I saw his pursuer emerging quickly from being hidden by bush and was gaining on him fast. It was like watching a lioness chasing its prey.

It was inevitable, I suppose, but in a matter of thirty seconds I saw Tom being brought down heavily. Then there were lots of them swarming all over him.

I put my head down and kept on going for all my might. But I was beginning to tire, not sure how much longer I could keep up this pace.

Then it happened. I heard her panting right behind my tail and a moment later I was down on the ground, the red dust exploding from my impact.

The evening was filled with excited chatter and laughter as they secured my hands in front of me this time, plus my feet. They put my limbs through a long pole, and then lifted me up, and four of them carried each of us back like two freshly caught elands. It was strange and frightening being captured in this fashion in a procession going through the African bush.

The sunset was illuminating the horizon, silhouetting forests and small mountains in the distance. It was beautiful to see.

As I swayed from side to side hanging upside down I wondered if I was going to be able to see any more sunsets.