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The Raping of Gail
You have trouble understanding how you could have gotten
into this situation! All you wanted to do was some
souvenir shopping in port to get away from your cruise
ship. You thought it would be a nice diversion from the
holiday routine you had settled into on your Mediterranean
cruise.
Instead, you had found your self being dragged suddenly
into a darkened alley and had a hood thrown over your head.
you felt the sudden prick of a needle, and then blackness
descends over you!
When you come to, you are on a cot in a room lit by bright
sunlight. As you become more aware of your surroundings,
you notice with a chill that you're in a narrow cell, with
a sunlight streaming in a small window. A heavy metal door
obviously blocks you escape.
There is a rasp of a key in the door an it swings open,
admitting a tall blonde woman in her mid-forties. A big
woman, well muscled with broad shoulders and large breasts,
pushing against her flimsy blouse, wearing baggy harem type
pants. she is dressed all in black - an interesting
contrast to her pale skin.
"Ahh," she says. " You're awake. Good, that will make
things simpler!"
"Where am I?" you ask in a hushed tone.
"You are at the place of Prince Mozan, in the interior of
Africa. The Prince is one of the most powerful warlords in
the interior of Africa. And you," she points at your chest
"have been captured and brought here for his pleasure! He
has a high appetite for white woman, and his recruiters
spotted you and though you would meet his tastes!"
"What!" you scream. "I'm an American citizen! He'll pay
dearly when my country finds out of any mistreatment of me!
He can't do this!"
"He can," she grins evilly."..and he WILL. Here HE is the
law...far from Western interference. You are on your own.
Remember that when you face him...remember that when you
attempt to struggle against him! Now, on your feet! the
time for the Master to enjoy your luscious body is at
hand!" With that she hauls you easily to you feet and
drags you kicking and screaming through the door.
You are surprised at the strength of her. Despite your
struggles she drags you down a long corridor of stone, past
other groups of woman who avert their eyes as you pass. In
the back of your mind, you note that they are dressed
similarly to you present tormentor, except their garments
are red.
She drags you up some steps, then down a short way along
another corridor to a large wooden door, obviously heavy,
with thick bolts and metal studs. She pulls back the bolts
and throws another evil glance at you.
"Here in this room is where your initial rape and training
will take place. The Master is just showering now, he has
already raped a couple of women this morning. He'll be
with you momentarily. Enjoy!" she laughs and throws you
into the room.
As you spring to your feet the door shuts and your hear the
rasp of the bolts being thrown home. You scream and bang
your fists on the door, but it doesn't even quiver under
your blows.
You turn and regard the interior of the room. It is a high
ceiling ed vault type enclosure, with large windows near
the top, well out of reach. In the center is a narrow,
simple couch. In one corner of the room is an item that
reminds you vaguely of a vaulting horse. Wooden beams are
attached at either end of the horse and from these, heavy
leather cuffs dangle at the ends of chains.
At one end of the room is a doorway leading beyond to a
darkened enclosure. You surmise it leads to the shower
room, as the hissing sounds of running water issue from the
opening, along with the occasional wisp of steam.
The sound of water stops. There is a pause and you wait
with your terror growing with each second. the sounds of
bare feet padding come closer and then the Master steps
into the room.
Tall, over 6 feet, ebony black and obviously well muscled.
He wears a towel around his waist, knotted just below his
flat muscular stomach. His face is clean shaven and not
altogether unattractive. Under any other circumstances you
might consider him handsome.
But he is big....with the pumped muscles along his arms and
legs of a fit, black body builder. He regards you with
open lust, letting his gaze move up from your shapely,
slender long legs to your narrow hips encased in shorts to
where your full breasts are encased in a simple cotton
summer blouse.
And then he speaks....
"You are truly a luscious morsel. You will give me a great
deal of pleasure I'm sure." He advances in your direction.
"Undress!" he says harshly. You scream NO and shrink from
him. He shrugs.
"If I have to strip you forcibly, so be it! It will only
excite me further to tear the clothes from your magnificent
alabaster body....the body that will shortly be squirming
beneath my thrusts. Now, I say again....UNDRESS!" You
shake your head violently from side to side as he advances
upon you.
Then, with a spring, the quickness of which is startling,
considering his size he catches one arm and grabs your
hair. He begins to drag you to the couch as you kick and
scream and flail at him with your free hand.
He tosses you on the couch and pins you face down. With a
quick savage motion he tears your flimsy blouse away from
your squirming body, and then fumbles at the waistband of
your shorts. You feel a tug, fabric tearing and then the
cool air on your buttocks, clad only in flimsy bikini
panties.
He steps back to toss your torn garments into a pile in one
corner of the room....and to survey his handiwork. You
turn onto your back intent upon springing off the couch but
he catches your shoulders, pushing you onto your back and
straddles you.
"Now," he says with triumphant gleam in his eye." ....now
comes the final unveiling!" With that, he grasps the front
of your bra and pulls you violently upward. The bra
material rents and tears, freeing your ample breasts, ruby
tipped with large nipples. He pauses to gaze at them for a
short while, then wraps his large hands around them, and
squeezes. You gasp in pain and shock, and arch your back
trying to throw him off.
He regards you sardonically and you feel his hand trailing
from your breasts to the waistband of your panties. One
hand continues fondling your ample, milky breasts...and
pushing your squirming torso back on the couch. then, with
a sudden tug, he tears your panties down the front, tossing
their shredded remains to one side.
The Master stands up, regarding your panting, squirming
form on the couch. Slowly, he tugs his towel, allowing it
to drop to the floor and turns to face you. Your eyes
widen in shock at his size.
His penis is at least 10 inches long, with the thickness of
your wrist. He picks up a vial of lubricant from nearby
and slowly rubs the jelly up and down the length of his
massive shaft...caressing it from supple snake into an
erect ebony bludgeon.
Now he springs up on you again. you scream and thrash with
all your strength because you mind cries out that you are
being raped...and you can see the instrument of your
defilement gleaming between your legs. He stretches his
muscular body atop yours, pinning your wrists with one hand
above your body. With his free hand, he pries your knees
apart as you thrash and scream obscenities at him...and
then he inserts one muscular knee between your legs and you
are spread eagle beneath him.
You are gasping, moaning and conscious of the fact that the
bulk of him is positioned between your legs. He grasps
your wrists with his other free hand and flattens you onto
the couch. Your legs kick continue to kick spasmodically,
but you are pinned and helpless!
Then you feel the tip of his passive organ brush against
your pussy lips. He raises himself above you....and
thrusts! You cry out in agony and shame as you feel the
entire length of him buried within your pussy. He pulls
back, and then you feel his muscles tighten and clench as
the forward stroke again fills you, like you have never
been stretched before.
Satisfied that your passage is now well lubricated, he
begins a slow steady pumping. Your resistance has now
ceased. You know that your struggles are futile and that
you are well and truly penetrated...you have lost!
His tempo increases...it goes on and on. You remember that
he has raped two other women that day, and realize that his
orgasm will be long in coming. He will enjoy you in your
helplessness for a long time!
His thrusts continue. The sweat of the act covers both
your bodies. He relentlessly buries his cock in you with
easy athletic grace. He releases your hands and raises
himself up higher to thrust harder...
Now the intensity of his thrusts have become more violent
as you sense him driving toward his final climax. He is
using all his strength now, slamming into, each thrust
bringing cries from you, banging your head back against the
couch, causing your breasts to tremble under the impact of
his muscular body.
You become conscious of a soreness inside you, of feeling
open and fill as his organ swims through your slippery
flesh. Your hips begin to move involuntarily move with him
as biology takes over and your body betrays you. Even
under the violence of his thrusts, you feel a tingling at
the base of your spine, flickering over your buttocks that
are shivering under the impact of his surging thrusts.
But that is all you feel...just the beginnings. Suddenly
he snorts, shivers and jams his cock into the roots. You
scream as you feel him flood your inside with his hot
stream...you feel it flow out of you and down onto your ass
and you scream again in anger and despair before blacking
out.
When you come to, you are still in that room...still on the
couch with your body conscious of the tenderness in your
pussy and a dull pain in the interior of your thighs.
The Master is calmly cleaning his cock off with a rag, and
then advances on you again, pulling you upright by the hair
and dragging you off the couch as you scream and beg for
mercy. He pulls you across the room to the vaulting horse
type apparatus and fastens your wrists in the cuffs.
You are now leaning forward over the horse, with you ass
high in the air and your feet barely touching the floor,
You squirm and kick but you are well imprisoned and
helpless.
"Now," he says." My white slave will learn discipline and
obedience!" Your eyes widen as he picks up a narrow cane
and advances behind you. "You will now experience the
torture of 30 strokes of the cane. This is comparatively
mild compared to what I COULD do to you. Let it serve as a
reminder to you if you ever...EVER resist me again. You
ripe white body is mine now...to be used for my pleasure.
And if you resist, this is a taste of what will happen!"
With that he steps back and lays a stoke upon your upturned
buttocks. You scream! It feels like a trail of fire
seeping into your tender flesh....like a razor being drawn
down your backside.
Again and again the cane descends upon your quivering
flesh. Sometimes across one cheek, sometimes the other,
sometimes in the cleft in your ass between your legs and
bottom. You are not just moaning or gasping but SCREAMING
as the intensity of the pain climbs higher and higher.
You drum your feet on the floor in a frantic effort to stop
the fire spreading across your flesh. You tug at your
bonds and kick with your feet to no avail as you are well
and truly imprisoned.And there is nothing you can do to
escape the relentless stream of blows spreading across your
bottom and occasionally your thighs.
Finally it ends. You lie there sobbing and quivering, your
bottom a mass of weals and bruises. Worse, the pain is not
confined to your bottom, but now seems to be spreading
along your legs and back.
"So," the Master says, pulling your head back by your long
hair. "....will you resist me further?" You moan and he
smacks your ass once again bringing forth another scream.
"Well...WELL??" he says using the cane again. You sob no.
"No what??" he says using the cane on your tortured flesh
once again.
"No MASTER!" You scream!
With a grim snort he unfastens your wrists and lets you
drop in a heap on the floor. He presses a button on the
wall and the large wooden door swings open, admitting the
tall blonde who escorted you to this chamber of pain
earlier.
"How did it go, sir?" she inquires.
"I think she understands what her fate and destiny is now.
She will be a welcome addition to the household. As such,
take her and brand her and then place her in the harem.
I'll use her again in a week after she...ummm...thinks
about her position."
The woman nods and jerks your trembling, pain ridden form
upright. You start to scream again as she drags you
through the door to where you will be BRANDED!
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