The Naked Prey Ch. 04

Any hope I had that I'd get out of this situation had begun to fade.

They'd only been gone a couple of hours. Now they were back with Tom.

He could barely walk and was supported by one negress. I guessed it was the female who'd caught him.

The returning group was congratulated by mine, then the winner was cheered by all of them. The queen began to organise them in her mother tongue and they all formed a semi-circle round Tom and his captor. The leader joined them.

The rest is just a blur. They performed some kind of ceremony and before I realised he'd been married to the victor. Her name was Mary and she was two inches taller than him, had enormous breasts, muscular body and her African bottom stuck out a lot. I knew the type of Hell Tom was going to endure. And soon it would be my turn.

I watched in a daze while Mary dragged him inside her house. It was pitiful to hear, through the window, my friend pleading with her. Then would come the silence and you couldn't hear anything apart from her laughing, or chuckling. Afterwards came his gasping and pleas. It went on like this until I was stripped down and we started to position ourselves to the forthcoming race. This was going to be my only hope. This was a race for freedom.

I felt so vulnerable standing in the searing sun stark naked, surrounded by twenty or so athletic black females. The excitement and tension hung like electricity in the air. The smirker was behind me, feeling my white skin with a lecherous smirk. The leader and others felt me in admiration, touching and prodding, all with a licentious intention.

Then a spear was thrust into my hand and they indicated what I had to do.

Mary's orgasmic shriek, heard just above the chattering women, cut into me like a knife. I had to do well if I'd get some sort of chance.

Balancing the javelin in my right hand, I ran forwards three long steps and flung it as hard as I could. It seemed to sail through the hot air, but it was slightly lopsided and its direction was not as good as I intended.

It made about forty metres, sticking limply in the grass.

'Go!' the crowd cried.

I ran as fast as I could. The noise from them increased as they became more frenzied.

Just as I passed my spear I instantly knew they were chasing me. I dare not look back, I just had to keep going, heading for the hills. I'd have a better chance there to hide.

In the cloudless blue sky the sun was directly above. The heat bore down on me. A short distance away my pursuers' cries of excitability died down after a while. I ran for an hour before stopping for breath and just allowed myself the quick risk of looking back. I was glad to see the forerunners were probably at least a minute behind me. They were just far enough to be unable to recognise, but I bet the smirker was one of them.

My breathing was laboured, even after the second wind. Allowing myself just a few seconds to recover, I darted off as they suddenly got closer.

The thought of my wife waiting for me spurred me on. I tried hard to keep the images of what they'd do to me out of my mind. I wanted to just keep running for as long as I could before collapsing.

When you seat in that heat you lose a lot of moisture. There was no water until I reached the mountains. The threat of dehydration tugged at my remaining resources.

Another hour on and I was close to exhaustion. But by now the small mountainous range loomed large before me and was but a few minutes away. I had to pause again to catch my breath. A quick glance told me they were gaining fast. They were less than thirty seconds away. Again I headed off, making for the tallest peak to the right, where a forest looked like bunches of broccoli along the rolling hills.

Somehow I managed to make the woods and rushed manically onwards, pushing myself to the limits. Crashing past trees, I lumbered on, deeper and deeper into the foliage. By a stroke of luck I came to a large-trunked Camwood tree. It was the best camouflage around.

They passed me by one by one, where I remained unseen until the last of the stragglers jogged past. It was another couple of hours later that I managed to completely evade the persistent Amazons.

I'd have to find shelter soon. It would be dark at seven, just like every day of the year here. And it's not safe out after dark, especially in deep rural.

After refreshing myself at a small waterhole, I trundled on, skirting high up on one of the hills and saw a small town, about a two hour's walk.

It wasn't until I reached the southern part that I knew I'd been here before. It meant I knew someone here who could help. That was the first stroke of luck I'd had

Her house was up one of the many dirt roads leading from the town centre. I was close to utter exhaustion by the time I got to the large compound. Entering through the iron gate, I called out through an open widow in the main house: 'Aquino!'

She came out, an astonished look on her pretty face.

'Uncle!' she cried, giving me the usual double cheek peck of a greeting. 'I heard from Aunty you were missing. Come in and eat and tell me all about it.'

Aquino is African, early twenties, slender and very bright. She's our adopted niece, being part of an extended family. I hadn't seen her in over a year since last time we came to Africa.

By the time we'd eaten and chatted I was involuntarily dropping off.

'Come, Uncle,' she said, taking my hand. 'You can sleep in the spare room.'

I must have slept for only an hour when I was awoken by someone entering into my room. I lay quietly on my back, wondering if it was my niece how I was going to let her down nicely. Or if it was someone else I might have a bigger problem.

It was pitch dark and I could only just make out, through the mosquito net, a shape moving,

I tried to straighten up as quietly as I could. Then I tried again but I couldn't move. My wrists and ankles were immobilised in some way. Suddenly the flaring light of a match was followed by the glow of a candle.

'Aquino!' I exclaimed.

'Hello, Uncle,' she breathed seductively, brushing back the net and entering inside.

'Look, Aquino,' I spluttered, 'I'm very flattered... but ... I'm your uncle for goodness sake... I...'

'I've come to help you,' she said.

'I sighed in relief. 'Of thank God for that,' I blurted. 'Can you undo these things,' indicating my straps.

She took off her nightie and straddled my stomach. Perplexed, I looked at her smiling down at me.

'What are you doing?' I asked, puzzled. 'I thought you were going to help me?'

'Her smile grew into a grin, as she reached down to cover my mouth and nose with her hands.

'I am, Uncle' she tittered. 'I'm going to help you to suffocate.'

It was impossible for me to fight her off. I tried to move my head this way and that for all my might, but I was weakened from the marathon chase and lack of sleep.

Her wicked smile in the flickering candlelight told me she was delighted at being able to make me suffocate.

'I've longed to do this to you, Uncle,' she chuckled. 'My friends told me you'd escaped and I was so disappointed that I wasn't going to be able to come and visit you in their village.'

The strain of being smothered was causing pain in my chest and lungs. She let me snort in some air through a nostril then re-sealed her grip on my nose.

Disgusted, I noticed her nipples were erect. She was revelling in my torment.

'It is lovely doing this to a white,' she sniggered.

Just before I began passing out, she released her grip. I desperately coughed and choked air into my severely deprived lungs.

Then to my utter amazement she turned round and squatted over my face, her bulbous bottom pressing into it.

My cries of protest became muffled as she sat down. Skilfully, she guided my head into an upright position with her feet, her weight squashing down to submerge my entire countenance under her backside. My nose stuck right up into her crack, while my mouth was plastered by her vagina.

'Lick me, Uncle,' I heard her say. There was an edge to her voice I'd never heard before.

'Lick me,' she said again. 'Or I'll suffocate you so very much.'

It's rather like being caught in a vacuum, with your lungs desperately searching for replenishment, yet being denied. And the one who's in total command of your breathing is purposely preventing you from inhaling the faintest breath by sitting on your face. Its gnawing agony of air deprivation on my lungs was bad enough, but to suffer the indignity and degradation of having someone's bottom on your face as well was the worst humiliation I've ever experienced.

And you can't get away or do anything about it. And she's just loving it, wallowing in every single second of your suffering.

She wasn't getting off so I decided to lick. As soon as I did I heard her breathing go all heavy and slow.

'That's it, right there,' she breathed, wriggling slightly to better feel my nose against her anus.

She let me suck in a little bit of air with the slightest of movements but only through my nose before reseating herself.

'Lick it harder,' she directed.

I could tell from her breathing and tone of voice she was close to achieving an orgasm.

This was hell on earth to me. How could she do this to me, make me do these terrible things?

My tongue worked around her clitoris, while all I could see above me were the moons of her buttocks squashing my face.

Then she shuddered and kept on saying: 'No... no... noooo...'

Just as the darkness of unconsciousness tugged at my head, she raised her bottom to allow me to breathe.

'Now kiss my bum,' she commanded, grinning down at me over her shoulder.

I did as I was bid, I could do nothing else.

'In the crack,' she told me in her English accent.

I'd paid for that accent, sponsoring her to take a degree in sociology in England. It seemed like another world now.

My lips caressed her bottom-crease, bringing moans from the back of her throat. Then without notice she sat back down on my face to suffocate me again.

This was the worst thing in the world. How did she think she'd get away with it?

I heard her laugh gleefully while I struggled at my leashes in a futile bid for freedom. I couldn't even wrench my face away from her dominating backside.

'There's no getting away, Uncle,' she tittered.

She stayed smothering me for a while longer, eventually raising her posterior just a few inches above my mouth.

She laughed at my strained gasping, purposely keeping her bottom near my face to accentuate her dominance.

What she said next made me sick to my stomach.

'Now lick my bum, Uncle,' she breathed, parting her bottom-cheeks with her hands to reveal her anus.

'Or I'll suffocate you again,' she said, pre-empting my hesitation.

Tentatively, I prodded her anal muscle with the tip of my tongue, bringing more gasps of pleasure from her.

Lick it properly, Uncle,' she ordered.

I worked my tongue around her anal muscle until the anal sphincters opened up in readiness for the next stage of my humiliation.

'In deep,' she said hoarsely.

It's impossible to describe my humiliation, the shame I felt at having to do this to my niece, a much younger female who had complete control over me.

The moment my tongue entered into her anal passage she squealed with delight.

'More,' she hungrily urged, 'more!'

The texture of her bum-hole was alien to me. I'd never experienced anything like it. But at each stroke of my tongue in an effort to gain depth brought extreme cries of ecstasy from my tormentress.

Her anal passage became wider from my ministrations, making it easier to probe my ensnared tongue as deep as it could go.

'Keep sticking it out and keep it like that,' came her next throaty command.

Before I knew it, she was pumping her bottom-hole up and down on my tongue. She was using my tongue to fuck her anus!

'I'm going to use you a lot tonight, Uncle,' she wheezed, working her bottom in the direction in which she could derive the most pleasure.

'And there's nothing in the world that can stop me,' she giggled.

Sitting down on my face again to cut off my air supply, she wiggled her posterior on my face to emphasise her superiority.

Then she stayed sitting on me for a very long time.