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An African Prison
Author is Unknown

Synopsis: A white english woman, ends up in an African prison, where she is
raped by all.


John drove slowly along the windy road, they were lost, and Mary couldn't make
any sense out of the map. They had spent the afternoon at a garage sale on a
farm, and their boot was full of farmyard junk, which included a couple of
pangas, which are large African knives, used for clearing the bush, and would
easily separate a man's head from his torso, and an old revolver, which John
intended to clean up and use as a wall display.

They had really enjoyed the afternoon, having had a drink at the small village,
not far from the farm, where they met a few of the locals. The talk in the pub
was about the prison some miles away, that was now being used to incarcerate
the worst of South Africa's sex offenders. Stories flowed about the deeds of
the inmates, and how the women and children felt threatened from a possible
breakout.

John turned to Mary and said, "It would be just our luck to run into escaped
cons now." Mary laughed, and studied the map with a frown. She squeezed her
thighs together, and blushed, as she thought about the consequences of John's
remark. One of Mary's wilder fantasies, one that she had shared with no one,
was to be raped to death by an angry crowd of black men.

Mary looked up and stretched, as they rounded a bend. Ahead of them was the
prison, John slowed down to a crawl and peered at he foreboding place. "Shit!
You really screwed up this time, you couldn't find your way out of a paper
bag."

"Well, next time you can figure it out for yourself." pouted Mary.

They turned onto a small dirt road, that ran down the side of the prison wall
with the intentions of turning around, so that they could head back the way
that they had come from. The road was too narrow for any attempt at a three
point turn, so John drove slowly onwards. Headlights appeared in John's rear
view mirror.

"Shit! It's getting worse, looks like we've got company." mused John.

The other vehicle, a prison van, was upon them within seconds. The van blew
its horn, flashed its lights and stopped. Two burley guards emerged, and
approached John's side of the car, and with hand motions, they indicated that
they wanted him to open his window. John opened the window with reluctant
resignation.

"What are you doing here?" asked the one guard in a guttural African tone.

"We're lost." replied John.

The two guards looked at each other and laughed, "Nobody gets lost out here.
We need to check your car, please open the boot."

John opened his door, got out, and went to the back to open the boot, while
Mary stayed where she was. The boot lid opened, and right there staring them
all in the face was the revolver, pangas and many other items, which could be
used for a jail break. The guards looked at John, and before he had time to
speak, they dragged him over to the bonnet of the car, pushed him down, so
that his face was pressed against the warm metal, and none to gently frisked
him. Mary watched awestruck. After the brief frisking, they grabbed him by the
hair, pulled him upright and marched him the to the back of the van parked
behind them.

After depositing John in the back of the van, the guards returned for Mary.
Mary looked straight ahead, as the guard tried the door handle. The door opened
and he screamed, "GET OUT! GET OUT!"

Mary complied, stumbling in her haste. The two guards stared at her cleavage,
as she stood by the car door. After a pregnant pause, they grabbed her arms
and marched her to the back of the van. One of the guards helped her into the
van, by placing a large hand on her buttocks, lifting and squeezing the
delectible mounds of flesh. Mary sat down opposite John, and looked out at the
two guards, who were talking to each other in their native African tongue. The
one guard made a couple of pelvic thrusts, and then they both laughed.

Mary felt flushed, and shivered. John saw this, and mistook her reaction for
fear. He leaned across, and took Mary's hands in his, as he said, "Don't worry,
we'll be out of here as soon as I've explained what has happened."

John certainly wasn't convinced by what he had said, and even less convinced
was Mary. She looked past him, refusing to make eye contact, as they rattled
along towards the inner sanctum of the prison. Her behavior was guilt, rather
than any ill feeling towards John. but again he misunderstood her body signals.

Mary and John braced themselves, as the van came to a rapid halt. There was a
short silence, followed by the door opening at a side entrance to one of the
offices, light spilt out, and six more guards appeared, one with his shirt
hanging open, his huge black barrel of a chest gleaming with sweat in the
twilight. The guards started a loud and excited conversation, the one guard
waving John's revolver about. After a short deliberation, one of the guards
came over and opened the van door, gesturing for them to both get out.

They entered the building through the same door that the guards had come out
of, and were marched down long bleak corridors. Finally they were ushered into
a room that had nothing other than a large and sturdy wooden table. The walls
were painted a depressing gray. Four guards waited in the room with them,
though not a word was spoken by anybody. Mary was aware of the guards
examining her, even though she didn't look at anybody, rather she was staring
at one of the corners of the room, out of fear of revealing her true feelings.

The guards were fascinated with her long blonde hair, held up by hair clips.
She wore a light summer dress, that was calf length. She didn't have any
stockings on, as she found them oppressive in the African heat. She took great
care of her legs, having regular wax jobs. John had become pretty good at it,
and it appeared as if the only hair on her body was the tumbling locks of
blonde hair on her head. The dress had buttons down the front, which buttoned
to the waist. The bust was cut in a deep 'V', which showed just enough cleavage
to raise a man's interest. The dress was extremely feminine, and complemented
Mary well.

After what seemed like an eternity, the door opened, and six guards entered.
All of them were huge. In a fool hardy fashion, John blurted out, "You have no
right to hold us, we're British citizens, and if ..."

With two big strides, the largest of the guards approached John, and with an
effortless backhand, sent him crashing to the ground. The guard then grabbed
him by his ear, and pulled him to his feet. "You have just made the biggest
mistake of your life. You will be lucky to get out of here alive. Trying to
supply weapons to prisoners. You don't run this country any more. YOU LITTLE
CUNT!"

Tears welled up in John's eyes, and he stammered, "I didn't...."

A second backhand left his reply in mid-sentence, tumbling to the floor. Mary
looked on horrified, her hands over her face.

"It was all my fault, he had nothing to do with this. Please don't hurt him
anymore." she pleaded.

The guard turned to her, "So you are the one. You will regret this."

The guard sauntered over to Mary, towering over her. She hadn't seen anybody
that big before, making very daunting and frightening. He told Mary to turn
around, and with hands that almost circled her waist, drove her to the wall.

"Put your hands up against the wall. HIGHER!" he demanded.

He adjusted their position, and then kicked the inside of her feet forcing her
to spread her legs wide apart. His big hands went up to her armpits, and
slowly moved down to her thighs, savouring her good figure in the process. They
then encircled her, cupping her breasts, and squeezing them. Fingers worked
their way inside the V-neck of her dress and down inside of the bra cup of her
right breast. He flicked over her still soft nipple, causing a moan to escape
from her lips. The realization of Mary's true feelings finally dawned on John,
his fear for her subsided, and he felt a stirring in his loins.

Another moan escaped her lips, as the fingers withdrew from her dress. Both
hands grabbed the front of her dress and pulled it apart, sending buttons
flying everywhere. With amazing strength, the hands snapped the material
holding the bra-cups together. The dress now hung open to the waist. The
fingers went back to her nipples, twisting, tweaking, and pulling them.
Electric pulses shot through her body, the attention to her nipples hurt, yet
it felt so good at the same time, and they became painfully erect. The right
hand left her tit, and dropped to the hem of the dress slipping inside, and
slowly slid up the smooth insides of her calf, and then thigh, until it
reached the junction of her thighs.

The index finger started to rub her crotch with long slow strokes. The fingers
stopped, and then moved again, working their way into her knickers. The fingers
were now starting to stroke her pussy lips, moving forward to her clit, where
it vigorously worked the rapidly hardening bud. A shiver went through Mary, it
was very intense and she wanted it to stop, but she sort of hoped that it
wouldn't. The fingers stopped, slid back, worked their way through her parting
pussy lips, and into her extremely wet vagina. A second finger joined the
first one, and a rubbing motion started to work her G spot. This was way too
much for Mary, and a long low moan escaped her lips.

The guard withdrew his hand from under Mary's dress, and held up the two wet
fingers for his colleges to see, they looked on with lust filled eyes. The big
man grabbed Mary's hair, and pulled her head back. His thick lips went to
within inches of her ear, and in a quiet whisper said, "In nine months you
will have a baby, the problem will be that the father could be one of hundreds
of men. One thing will be sure though, the fucker will be black!"

Having said that, he pulled her away from the wall, and propelled her towards
the table. Forcing her forward, she ended up laying face down on the table,
her feet firmly planted on the floor. She stretched her arms up, grabbing the
edge of the table above her head. Big black hands grabbed the hem of her dress,
and flicked it up, the hem landing on her shoulders, her knickers and lower
back exposed. Her knickers were pulled down to her feet, her sandals came off
as they pulled her knickers off. Her legs were spread, yet still firmly
planted on the ground. Fingers spread her arse cheeks, as far as they would go,
exposing her anus, and spreading her pussy lips open as well. The same fingers
let go, and moved to her pussy, working two, and then three fingers into her,
finger fucking her vigorously.

The man removed his fingers, wiped them on her knickers which were laying on
the floor, and proceeded to unbuckle his pants. The pants dropped, revealing a
rampant erection. The bulbous cock head was placed at her opening, and
pressure was applied. She opened up, taking the head, and then the shaft. Mary
felt stretched in all directions, yet the cock was still not in. The cock was
pulled out and thrust back in. This was repeated three times, before he was in
to the hilt. She let out a loud prolonged groan, and then started to giggle,
as she thought about a porn movie that she had seen, where the women seemed to
continuously groan.

The giggling seemed to incite the man, who began to pile drive fuck her,
taking her breath away. Pins and needles shot through her, and she could feel
herself building to a crescendo. Before she was released by an orgasm, she
felt him stiffen, the cock pulsed and then semen gushed into her. The man
withdrew his softening penis, cum followed it out, and dribbled onto the floor.

The next man took his place. he grabbed Mary's hair, and using it like reins,
began to ride her. The room reverberated to the sound of wet flesh slapping
against each other, as Mary's own wetness, and the cum already filling her,
worked its way to her upper thighs. Mary still hadn't peaked by the time the
man came, as he pumped deep inside of her. It was the fifth man who finally
drove her over the top, a place where very few woman reach. She felt numb and
a strange relaxation came over her, she lay in this state, as the sixth and
seventh men fucked her. By the time that the eighth man was fucking her, she
began to build up towards another orgasm. Each stroke now began to sound like
a suction pump, due to the amount of cum dumped inside of her, plus her own
wetness. This gave her new sensations. Again a massive shiver went through her
body. By the time the tenth man shuddered through his ejaculation, Mary hadn't
reached her second peak.

Mary lay faced down panting, her face flushed, her legs felt weak, and a warmth
encompassed her body. She thought about John, she had betrayed him. She was a
slut, a whore. A great sadness came over her, and tears began to well up in her
eyes. The senior guard beckoned to John that it was his turn. John approached
and dropped his pants, grabbing her arse cheeks, he spread them wide, a finger
worked some of the cum around her anus, and then started to work it into her
arse. Mary's eyes shot open, this was something that she had never bargained
on, the idea repulsed her, yet curiosity drove her on.

She turned her head to see who it was. Relief, as well as disappointment came
over her, John was no better than she was. He worked his cock into her. She
was extremely tight there, and if it wasn't for his all consuming erection, he
wouldn't have been able to do it, yet with a steady pressure, plus the
lubrication from all the cum, his cock gradually sank into her butt. At first
it hurt really bad, yet the pain also felt good, and it wasn't long before she
was groaning lustfully from the new sensation. He came inside of her, injecting
his semen into her bowels.

One of the guards grabbed her hair, and pulled her upright, the hem of her
dress falling back into place, as the cum gushed out of her two orfices. She
glanced down embarassedly at the large pool of cum on the floor. Using the
inside of her dress, she wiped her thighs and pussy, then carefully stepped
away from the pool of spunk on the floor.

They stood and waited, until a prison smock was brought. It was given to John,
and he silently stripped, then put the smock on. Mary stood by and watched,
clasping the front of her dress together, her broken bra hanging from her
shoulders. Finally the entourage left, walking down corridors, going through
numerous iron gates. Nobody seemed to be around.
 
They arrived at a closed door, and the door was opened. They entered one by
one, with Mary being the last to enter. It was a large dining room, seated at
bench like tables were approximately a hundred men. The clink of cutlery
stopped, and the men all looked up. Every eye was focused on Mary, most of them
hadn't seen a woman in years, and all of them were here because of their
sexual perversions and scant regard for women.

The first guard who had raped her, took her by the arm and led her to the
center of the room. He left her there, and walked back to his colleagues and
John, as Mary watched him retrace his steps. Hands grabbed the bottom of her
dress and yanked it down, the dress landed in a pool at her feet, the broken
bra was dragged off of her by another pair of hands, leaving her standing naked
in front of all of these men, these black men.

Lustful groans resounded from different parts of the room, as they drank up
her naked beauty. Mary felt frightened, apprehensive, and excited, all at the
same time. She knew that she was heading into unknown territory. Would she
survive this ordeal? Would she ever be the same again if she did? She knew that
it was the moment that counted. Her loins stirred, as  her natural lubricants
began flowing, her nipples shot out, painfully erect. The table to the left of
her was cleared of the metal plates, with the cups and cutlery crashing to the
floor. She was lifted and placed on the table, face up, her arse at the edge.
Her legs were pulled wide apart, forcing her pussy lips to open, glistening in
the canteen light, and inviting everyone to fuck it, and abuse it.

Two mouths latched each to a breast, sucking and chewing on her nipples. A cock
entered her forcefully, and began to piston in and out of her cunt, and cuming
after just a few strokes. The next cock took its place, years of not having
had sex with a woman, brought each man quickly to a powerful climax. The men
latched their mouths to her tits, only to be pulled off, to allow others to
have a go at her tits. The mouths were like suction pumps, and almost lifted
her off of the table, before parting with her nipple, making her breasts turn
into long conical shapes. Hands were everywhere, feeling, pinching, and probing
her. There were fingers buried in her arse, while cocks fucked her pussy. The
sensations were too much for her. Orgasm after orgasm ripped through her body,
leaving her breathless and worn out.

Her pussy became cavernous, and filled with cum. Due to the looseness, men
were taking longer to cum, though some men only lasted for all of thirty
seconds. Finally she was turned over, so that she was face down. While this
gave a respite to her breasts and nipples, which ached from all the attention
that they were receiving, it also gave a new sensation to her pussy. The
orgasms continued, increasing in intensity.

Finally, she passed out, unable to cope with the immense feelings that her body
was been subjected to. Some thirty men continued to fuck her, while she was in
a comatose state. She finally came around again, and it wasn't long before
another orgasm spasmed through her body. The men finally moved from her pussy,
as it was too loose, and started to use her arse. The men, who were a lot
bigger than John, brought a new sensation of pain and ecstasy to Mary.

Finally the ordeal ended, each man having had a go or two or three at her. Mary
lay there on her back, sated, in a pool of cum. Her legs were splayed wide, her
pussy and anus gaping, her tits bruised, her nipples protruded obscenely, and
her clit swollen red and rigid. She looked up at the ceiling, her mind a
complete blank, as she was past exhausted. She heard the bark of the guards,
as hands grabbed her arms, and pulled her from the table. She was dragged out
of the canteen, her legs dangled behind her, refusing to work. She didn't care,
she was too exhausted to care. She passed out from exhaustion before she
reached her destination.

Mary woke up and looked about her, the late afternoon sun was streaming through
the bars on the window. She was in a cell, naked, and the heavy iron door was
closed. She felt down between her legs, she was caked with dry cum. Her clit
and nipples were no longer distended, but her pussy was bruised. She sighed,
then curled up and went back to sleep.

A couple of hours later, she awoke with a large black hand gently shaking her
shoulder. She looked up into a guard's face, and he beckoned her to follow him.
She stiffly got off of the bed, and followed the guard with a stiff gait. They
arrived at an ablution area, the place was full of convicts, busy washing the
dust and grime from their bodies, which they had collected from a hard day's
work with hammers, picks and shovels. Mary was ushered into a shower, the hot
water hitting her body.

The shower felt really good, and she started to wash the dried cum from her
body. After she had cleaned herself, she stood enjoying the feel of the hot
water beating down on her shoulders and back. She looked around her, the men
stood in the shower looking at her lustfully. They were all lean and well built,
the hard labour having paid dividends, and they all supported huge erections.
The myth about the size of blacks penis seemed to bare fruit here. One of the
prisoners could hold back no longer, and approached Mary, grabbing one of her
tits. The guards quickly brought him to his knees with a savage whipping,
before dragging him from the room. Mary felt safe, and reveled in the power of
her sexuality, and began to provocatively wash herself. Many of the men
couldn't contain themselves, and wads of cum splattered on the floor, as they
ejaculated prematurely.

After she had showered, she was given a prison smock, and told to put it on,
she was then escorted to the same canteen where the day before, more than a
hundred men had ravaged her. Surely they weren't going to put her through that
ordeal again. Not so soon, as she was still hurting from her last ordeal. It
wasn't to be. She was escorted to a table of her own, where a meal of rump
steak and salads awaited her. This wasn't the usual fair, the cooks had
prepared the meal especially for her.

After her meal, she was taken back to her cell, which now had a small table
with a mirror, some books, and a variety of cosmetics. They obviously wanted
her to look good, and so she intended to oblige them. She lay down on her bunk,
and began to read. It wasn't long before she was back in a deep sleep, the book
resting on her chest.

The following morning she awoke, and after a ritual of a shower and breakfast,
she was allowed into the prison gardens, where she would idle her time away
reading. She was now kept away from all of the prisoners, eating and showering
at different times. Her body recovered completely from the assault on her
first day here. Each day, new magazines and books would arrive in her cell,
the literature became heavier, as the days went by. There were stories
depicting women being tortured and raped. At first, Mary was repulsed by it,
however she gradually became infatuated with it. During the day, she would
secretly curse the authorities for not throwing her to the inmates, at nights
she would masturbate, fantasizing about her being tortured and gang raped. She
imagined that she was a prisoner of a savage marauding army, fucking her to
death, and cutting off her breasts and eating them in front of her.

As time progressed, she became more and more abusive towards everybody she saw,
in an attempt to provoke an assault on her. The guards would simply smile, and
push her gently away. She became frustrated, the chief warden monitored her,
watching at a distance, out of Mary's sight.

One morning two guards approached her in the garden. They took her by her arms,
and escorted her into the main exercise yard. The entire prison was assembled.
There were about five hundred inmates, and fifty guards. She saw John amongst
them. He was the only white face amongst all the blacks. There were two poles
stuck in the ground, they were approximately six feet apart and eight feet
high.

The prisoner who had grabbed Mary's tit that morning in the shower was brought
out and stripped naked. His sweaty skin glistened in the sun, while his massive
cock hung pendulously between his legs. His hands were tied to straps connected
to the top of the poles, so that he stood in a "Y" position. The chief guard
came out, with a whip in his hand. The whip unfurled and flashed out, catching
the prisoner on the back. The prisoner yelped in surprise and agony. The whip
recoiled, and then snaked out again, cutting his skin. Soon the prisoner hung
senselessly in his bonds, his back a bloody mess. Mary watched mesmerized.
Eventually, the lifeless body was cut down, and two of the guards dragged it
off to the infirmary. The warning was out to all of the inmates, "Don't mess
with the authorities." 

Mary suddenly froze with fear, and then for the first time, struggled as if her
life depended upon it, as they dragged her away, kicking, screaming, and
begging, towards the two poles. They fastened her hands and her feet, so that
she was held in an "X" position. Her clothes were cut from her body, leaving
her standing there naked, in front of the eyes of the 500 plus men.

Mary was sobbing as the whip master walked out in front of her. She watched as
the whip snaked back, and then rushed towards her. She screwed her eyes tightly
shut, as the whip cracked in front of her. The fear had caused her body to be
covered with a sheen of sweat. The whip went back, and then rushed towards her
again. This time exploding just inches from her right nipple. Again it recoiled,
and like an adder, struck forward. This time the tip was so close that her
nipple moved from the shock wave. The fear, combined with the anticipation,
caused her nipples to quickly stiffen and protrude out fully.

The whip moved from nipple to nipple, inching ever closer. Mary's fear was
replaced by an air of anticipation, followed by a yearning for a kiss from the
whip. Her wish was finally granted, as the tip caught her stiff nipple,
causing her breast to bounce around wildly. The whip continued to move from
tit to tit. The whipping action changed, as the whip was now being driven
under hand, so that the tip snaked up, just before it cracked. The first strike
was inches from the base of the 'V' betwen her legs. The second one went
between the parted lips of her pussy, striking her clit. Her clit, like her
nipples, immediately became fully erect, begging to be struck again.

The whipping stopped, to a groan of disappointment escaping her lips. They
untied her, and held her spread eagled down on the dirt of the exercise yard.
A guard approached, holding a jar. In the jar, bees buzzed angrily about. He
carefully put his hand in, and extracted a bee by its wings. The bee's abdomen
thrust about frantically, trying to find its attacker. With a sadistic smile,
the guard brought the bee down to her nipple. Mary looked down and saw the
stinger lance its way into her nipple, as the abdomen of the bee pumped its
venom into her. The pain seared into her, and her nipple immediately began to
swell. A second bee was brought down to her other nipple and stung it. Mary
dropped her head to the ground panting, her body was covered in sweat. Her eyes
flew wide open, when she felt fingers pulling back the hood of her clit,
exposing the little bud of nerves. A loud moan escaped her lips, as the stinger
struck her clit.

The chief guard issued a command, and a cheer went up from the 500 inmates. It
wasn't long before a thong of inmates surrounded Mary. The first one climbed
onto her, and stretched her cunt in a single thrust. The weight of his body on
her tits, with their erect and swollen nipples, and the pounding on her
enlarged clit, brought sensations to Mary that she never would have conceived,
and she had a powerful orgasm.

He pumped his seed into her, and was immediately replaced by another man. After
each inmate had fucked her, they were ushered off to their cells, and thus the
numbers slowly began to dwindle. It wasn't long before Mary was lying in a
muddy bath of semen, that flowed from her cunt. Inmates became impatient, and
Mary was flipped over, so that she now straddled the man who was in her cunt,
as another cock fucked her arse. With her breasts now exposed, her swollen
sore nipples were being pinched, pulled and twisted. The sensations and orgasms
were more than Mary could cope with, and she passed out, only to come around
again after many men had used her.

The periods where she lost consciousness grew. After the first 100 men had
fucked her, they started to stuff her cunt with two cocks. As her cunt was
stretched all out of shape by the large cock, so did the muddy pool of cum
under her. It seemed that she would come back around to consciousness, just as
a blinding orgasm would wash over her, and would immediately pass out again.
Her body would shiver and convulse, while she was out, as if she were having
one very long, intense orgasm. By the time that there were only a hundred men
left, most of them felt as if they were fucking a dead corpse, as the lifeless
body was tossed from inmate to inmate, yet her heart was still beating in her
still body. Finally the ordeal was over, and Mary was left for dead,
unconscious in the mud, her cunt and arse were just huge gaping holes.

Mary was unaware that she had been dragged off to the morgue, only to be
discovered that she was still alive. They had cleaned her up and put her back
in her bed. Finally she came around, and her eyes opened. She wasn't sure how
long she had been lying there. She had an instant recollection of the exercise
yard whipping and rape, and her hands went to breasts. Her nipples were still
swollen and very sore. She flushed, and began to have an orgasm, even without
touching her pussy. One hand flew down to her clit, a gentle stroke of her
finger across the swollen and sensitive bud intensified the climax. 

She was left alone to recover, as the days went by, her nipples and clit
returned to their normal size, and the bruising on her breasts and thighs
lightened, and finally disappeared. Her fantasies returned, they were more
intense than ever. She was now the sole victim of a marauding army, raped and
abused, or the victim of cannibals, raped, and then slowly cooked in a large
pot, but either way, death always inevitable. Her frustrations started to
creep back, and she truly needed a really good fucking.

One day, four guards came into her cell, and they lead her to the kitchen,
where she was stripped, then laid on one of the metal tables. A large buxom
black woman was there. It was the first women that she had seen since the
ordeal began. The women began to apply hot wax to the light blonde fluff that
had started to appear at the junction of her thighs and in her armpits. Within
an hour, all of the hair on her body had been removed, other than the long
blond locks on her head. She was then marched to the showers, where she was
stood under a steaming hot shower, and vigorously scrubbed all over. When she
finally emerged from the shower, her skin was pink, but she felt exhausted.

She was dried off and marched to an office where she had never been to before.
Here she found a dressing table, mirror, makeup and hair brushes. On a hangar
was a delicate plain blouse, so sheer, that when worn, you could see a hint of
her nipples right through it. A black knee length skirt, beautiful high heeled
black shoes, and a dainty pair of knickers finished off the outfit. There was
neither a bra, nor stockings.

The door was closed behind her, and no word was spoken. Mary sat down at the
dressing table, and looked at herself in the mirror, reflecting upon the ordeal.
It hadn't appeared to have had any adverse affect on her. In fact, it had
brought out a sexuality that hadn't been revealed to her before, a sexuality
which caused men to pick women out in a crowd.

She picked up a hairbrush, and began to comb the moister from her hair. An
hour later, she opened the door. She looked quite stunning, her hair held up
by combs, her figure complimented by the expensive and finely cut clothes. The
guards smiled in satisfaction. She looked perfect. This time she was escorted
through several doors, and out into a courtyard, where a car awaited her, the
back door was opened for her. She got in, and the car set off.

After a short drive, they arrived at what must have been a farmhouse. Again
the car door was opened, and she was ushered into a large room, on one side
there was a table lavished with an assortment of expensive finger foods.
Comfortable chairs and tables were scattered around throughout the room, giving
the impression of this being an exclusive men's club.

The room was filled with about 50 men, all dressed in dinner suits. There was
a mix of black and white men. The thing that struck Mary most, was the
portliness of the men. In general, they lacked the trim bodies like those of
the inmates. The quite murmur in the room fell into silence when she entered.
One man brought a glass of champagne to her. She smiled and took the glass,
and quickly drank it. The champagne went right to her head, and relaxed her.
The men returned to their conversations, leaving Mary on her own. Periodically
one of the men would look up at her, she was obviously the center of the
conversation of many of the groups. 

A large black man walked over to the table, and removed a bottle of champagne
from a chiller bucket, and then walked over to Mary, carrying the chiller
bucket. Taking the glass from her hand, and handing it to a man who had
approached to watch, he casually poured the entire contents of the icy water
over the front of her blouse. The freezing water took her breath away. The
soaking wet material of her blouse became completely see-through, and her
nipples, which had grown very long and thick over the past weeks, due to all
of the suckling, pulling, and pinching, shot out a good half an inch, and were
quite turgid.

The man unzipped his fly, and clumsily pulled out a large semi-erect cock,
with his thumb and index finger. He grabbed a hold of her nipples, and pulled
her down to her knees. Mary didn't need any encouragement or guidance, she
took the semi-erect cock into her mouth, and began to work on his cock with
her mouth, while he worked on her nipples, tweaking and pulling on them cruelly.
His cock became rigid, sweat formed on his brow, and shudders of pleasure
convulsed through his body. She used her hands to stop the man from choking
her, and reveled in the power that she had, savouring every moment, enjoying
the rampant aroma. His cock pulsed, and he shot his warm seed into her mouth.
She sucked and swallowed, so as not to loose a drop of the precious semen. His
erection diminished, as she sucked the last dregs off of his prick. She then
rose to her feet, as another glass of champagne was given to her, and she
chased the cum down with the champagne.

A fat white man who was sitting in a large comfortable chair, discussing his
latest business scam, beckoned for her to come over to him. Mary shuddered,
but strolled gracefully over to him. The shudder wasn't one of revulsion, but
of lust. She didn't care who or what abused or used her, she just wanted it,
she needed it. She stood next to the arm of the man's chair, and without
breaking his conversation, his pudgy hand slid up the inside of her thighs,
feeling her knicker clad crotch. He could feel the dampness seeping through
the knickers, at the junction of her thighs. His hand moved around behind her,
feeling the perfect globes of her arse. He then started to work her knickers
down, ending up with them draped around her ankles.

The man stood up, his attention now fully on Mary, as he forced her over the
soft leather padding of the chair's arm. He gently lifted her dress up to her
waist, revealing her buttocks. His hand came crashing down. The crack
reverberated throughout the room. The blow took her by surprise, and she cried
out, stiffening up as other blows followed the first one. Her arse became a
bright red, and filled with a new heat, as new sensations swept through her.

Every man in the room had become engrossed in this escapade, and they had
formed a semi-circle around her, several men deep. Most of the men were
handling their crotches, their erections obvious in the larger men. One
particularly large black man advanced upon her. He dropped his trousers,
revealing a really large black knarled cock. His large hands reached down and
grabbed the bright red arse cheeks, pulling them apart to reveal and then open
the lips of her wet pussy. He plunged his cock into her, going in all of the
way to the hilt. The angle of the man, combined with her position, put pressure
on her G spot.

The man began to vigorously hump into her, and came with a shudder and a grunt.
The next man grabbed the tail of her blouse, and used it like a reins, pulling
her back into him with it. The material pulled her breasts flat, irritating
her hardened nipples. The buttons strained, and finally gave up, popping off
yanking her tits apart, his cum added to the previous mans. The third man
plunged in, and he too grabbed the blouse, eventually pulling it off of her
shoulders. He flung the blouse aside, and grabbed her skirt instead, the skirt
was more resilient, and thus didn't rip off of her. Mary reached her orgasm as
he came inside of her unprotected cunt. The fourth and fifth men kept her
riding the crest of her orgasms. As the sixth was about to mount her, the
leader of the group stropped the process. There were raised and angry voices,
followed by scuffles, as some of the men felt that they were being denied
there right to fuck her.

Finally, they were all persuaded that there were better things in store. Mary
was pulled to her feet by her hair. Her skirt fell back into place, as cum ran
down the insides of her thighs. The men looked at her with ugly lustful faces.
Her breasts were crowned by her darkened, erect, protruding nipples. Her hair
was now hanging down her back, in a golden disarray.

She was taken by each of her arms, and marched outside, across a yard into a
large barn. She was taken over to what can best be described as a modified saw
horse. The top had a leather-padded bench. Her skirt was stripped from her,
and she was made to straddle it, lying forward, as if she was riding a
motorbike at a high rate of speed, leaving her arse and pussy stuck out in
back. There was a gap in the bench for her breasts to hang down. Her ankles
were securely strapped in place, so that her knees were forward. Milking cups,
hooked up to an automated milking pump, were attached to each breast, and the
suction turned on, at its highest setting.

Mary could feel her nipples expanding, and getting drawn down into the hollow
tube. The sensation was too much for her, and she reached down to pull them
off, but all she succeeded in doing, was elongating her nipples even more. She
finally resigned to allowing it to continue sucking on her nipples. When the
first cock was viscously thrust into her, a second cock sought out her mouth,
which took it in with a passion. She used her hands to stop the man who was
face fucking her, from choking her. Both men came, as she sucked and swallowed
the cum being blasted into her mouth, before the next two men took their place.
After the seventh pair of men had fucked her, and she was into the eight
pairing, she herself came very intensely.

The orgasm would not subside, with each new cock driving her to new heights of
pleasure. She thought that she was going to die from the intense experience.
Each time her body was touched, each time the pump drew on her nipples, each
thrust into her cunt, she was convinced that her heart would simply explode
from the intensity of it all. After the fifteenth pair of men had finished
with her, her pussy was just a large gaping wet hole, and there was a large
puddle of cum on the floor beneath her. The men began turning to her arse, and
a fresh onslaught began. The pain quickly turned to pleasure for her.

The onslaught finally ended, and Mary lay panting in total exhaustion. She felt
and looked like she had just run a marathon. Her ankles were freed, and the
milking machine was turned off and removed from her chest. She slid off of the
leather bench, and stood on very unsteady feet. Gazing down at her breasts,
she saw that her nipples were bigger than they had ever been, both longer and
thicker. She tentatively felt them with her fingers, and another orgasm racked
through her body. She watched as another contraption was brought into the barn.
The first part was an extremely sturdy, but fairly narrow table. The second
part consisted of semi-circular shaped device, which was covered with a horse-
like hide. She didn't even try and contemplate what they had in mind for her
with this strange looking device. 

Two men approached her, one carrying a bottle of champagne, which they offered
to her. She drank greedily from the bottle, any airs and graces long since
forgotten. They attached a cord to each of her nipples. The cords were then
yanked, tightening the noose around each nipple. She was taken over to the new
contraption, and made to kneel on it. Her calves and ankles were strapped down
near the edges of the table. She was made to then lean forward, so that she
rested on her elbows, as the chords hanging from her nipples were tied to eye
bolts on the table. Now, if she tried to move forward, her nipples would be
pulled viciously. The second part of the contraption was then placed over her
back, so that she felt as if she were in a tube.

Mary heard the scuffling and braying of a beast. She looked down between her
breasts, and wide splayed legs, to see the men battling with a donkey. "No
this couldn't be happening! It would surely kill her, if the donkey fucked
her."

The donkey mounted the contraption with a clutter of hooves. Out of fear, she
pushed herself forward, almost ripping her nipples off, and quickly thrust
herself back, to relieve the pressure on her overly abused nipples, only to
feel the massive cock of the donkey hit her arse hole.

"Not there!" she thought, and rolled her arse, so that the bludgeon lined up
with her gaping cunt instead. The donkey thrust forward, pushing her forward
as his cock was hilted in her cunt, stretching her nipples painfully. She
immediately thrust back onto the donkey's cock, in order to relieve the pain
emanating from her sore nipples. The massive cock started to go in, as the
donkey thrust forward again, but this time Mary had braced herself, the cock
sank even further into her, and she felt its full girth and length impaling
her.

The next thrust was easier, but it went in even deeper. The depth and girth of
the penetration was beyond her comprehension, everything inside of her was
being stretched to the limit. As the real humping began, Mary met each thrust
with a counter-thrust of her own, to stop her nipples from being ripped from
her body, much to her audience's pleasure, as it certainly looked like she was
enthusiastically fucking the huge dicked donkey as fast as she could, and,
therefore, must really like doing it. Sweat poured from every pore of her body.
Finally, the donkey brayed and shuddered, as it pumped its seed into her
clasping, milking cunt. Its cock rapidly shrank, after it shot the last squirt
of its cum into her pussy, and fell out of her now really well stretched cunt,
followed by copious volumes of the cum that had been sprayed into her womb.

The contraption was disassembled, and Mary was removed, she was draped in a
gown and taken back to the prison. For the next few days she was left alone to
recover. One bright morning, she was awoken early, to find clothes on a chair
next to her bed. She dressed in front of her audience of guards, and was
escorted outside. John was waiting there, sitting in their car, and without
saying a word, she got in, and they set off, their hearts racing waiting to
hear that it was just another cruel hoax.

Finally, as the prison disappeared from view, they began to relaxe. Mary
didn't look at John, she was so ashamed at what she had done, and over what
had been done to her, in front of so many strange men. What would become of
them? What had become of her?

The end.  


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