African Adventure
By Perry Jones (pounder801@gmail.com)
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	I am in a small native village in central Africa and I work as a secretary for a trading company that is owned by white men.  

	I have only been out of college for about a year, but I took the job because I wanted to see some foreign countries.  

	The trading compound has two one-story buildings.  One is the main company building where business is transacted and the other is the living quarters.  

	I have a nice little apartment in the living quarters and both buildings are air-conditioned.  They have to be, because it gets pretty hot in this part of Africa.  Right now, the temperature outside is in the nineties and that's an ordinary day.  

	What I don't know about this situation is that the men I work for have been cheating the natives.  What my bosses don't know is that the natives have found out about it and are preparing to even the score in their own way.  The way of an African native is direct action.  The fact that I am an innocent young girl means nothing to them.  The only thing that is important is the fact that I am working with the company.  

	Moving silently, but swiftly, the natives strike at the compound without warning.  They are inside of the main building before the two men can reach for their guns.  

	There is a short struggle as the men attempt to resist, but they are overpowered and their arms are bound tightly behind them.  Gags are tied around their mouths to prevent them from giving an alarm.  

	Their black faces contorted with hatred, a group of natives armed with spears heads silently toward the living quarters.  

	I have just gotten dressed and I am combing my hair when the Africans break into my apartment.  As the door breaks down, I turn and stare at them in terror.  There is no other door to the apartment and I am trapped.  

	I am suddenly surrounded and I whimper in fear as I am dragged out of the door and into the yard.  My stomach gets a sinking feeling as I see that my employers are bound and gagged.  All of us have been captured and there is no help within almost a hundred miles of here.  The supply trucks won't be here for another month and by then it will be too late to help us.  

	I see our interpreter among the armed natives and plead with him to help us, but he just grins and laughs at our predicament.  

	One of the natives places a large hand against my back and pushes me toward the two men.  I stumble in their direction and the natives surround us.  

	An African who seems to be the chief says something in the native language and the interpreter translates.  I have been ordered to undress the two men.  

	I blush at this command as I have never seen a naked man.  Before I came to Africa, I led a somewhat sheltered life and I am still a virgin.  Hesitantly, I reach out toward one of the men and begin unbuckling his belt.  

	Neither of the men are wearing shirts because of the hot weather, but I am accustomed to this.  However, I am not accustomed to seeing the rest of them and my fingers tremble as I open the pants of this man and pull the garment from his hips.  I slip the pants down his legs and try to pull them over his shoes, but I find it difficult.  

	Unlacing his shoes, I pull them off as one of the natives prods him with a spear to make him lift his feet.  I finally get his pants off of him and straighten up to reach for his shorts.  I am really embarrassed now, but I have no choice in the matter.  

	As I pull down the shorts, I get my first look at a man's cock outside of a book on sex education.  It is semi-rigid from the touch of my hands on his flesh and I know that he would use it on me if he could.  

	Although my cheeks are crimson, my breath is coming faster as I hurriedly remove the shorts from his ankles.  I quickly strip the other man then step away from them, thoroughly embarrassed by what I have done.  

	I look toward the chief questioningly and he says something to the interpreter.  I am told that I must also undress.  Looking wildly around for a way of escape, I find that there is none.  

	Lifting my hands to the front of my blouse, I start fumbling with the buttons.  My blouse is finally open and I pull it out of the waist of my skirt then slip it from my shoulders.  Dropping it to the ground, I reach behind me to unfasten my brassiere.  I slide the straps from my slim shoulders and pull the cups from my full breasts.  

	Unfastening my skirt, I slide it down over the lush curves of my hips and drop it on top of the other garments.  I hesitate for a moment then stoop to remove my shoes.  I am now clad only in my panties and the black faces watch me with lust in their chalk-white eyes.  

	I hook my fingers into the elastic waistband.  With trembling fingers, I slide the fragile nylon down from my hips and step out of the panties.  Totally naked, I remain slightly bent over as I try to cover myself with my hands.  

	I am ordered to straighten up and drop my hands and I am abysmally ashamed as I obey the command.  

	In a meek voice, I ask the interpreter what they are going to do with us.  He tells me that we are to be tortured and I tremble with terror at the thought of my tender young body being tormented by these black savages.  

	A rope is handed to me and I am dismayed at what I am told to do with it.  My soft breasts are heaving with my agitated breathing as I step over to one of the bound men.  With nervous fingers, I reach down and slip the rope under his cock.  The organ begins to harden as I touch it.  I try to ignore the effect of my touch as I tie the rope around the base of his testicles and penis.  

	I am ordered to bind it tighter and the man groans as the rope bites into his flesh.  His prick is standing out stiff and hard when I finish.  I pull the rope over the other man and slip it between his legs, binding it to his cock.  Strong hands grab my arms and position me in front of the men as my wrists are tied behind my back.  The end of the rope is wound around them so tightly that I cry out in pain.  

	A loop is then tied around my slim neck and the Negroes begin to babble excitedly.  They start streaming out of the compound and I feel the rope around my neck become taut.  Helplessly, I start trotting after them.  

	My bare feet sink into the hot dust and my large breasts bounce rhythmically as I follow them out of the gate.  The rope that binds my wrists behind me tugs at the cocks of my employers and I am forced to lead them in this debasing manner.  

	Perspiration glistens on my naked body as I move through the village with the two men fastened to me.  My face is flushed with humiliation as I listen to the jeering of the natives.  We are not to be tortured in the village, but at a special place reserved for that purpose.  

	As we leave the group of huts, I wince at the steady pressure of the uneven ground against my tender feet.  We enter the jungle and sweat is streaming from my soft white flesh as we trudge through the underbrush.  

	I am almost exhausted and my delicate skin is scratched from the twigs and thorns of bushes.  We finally come out into a clearing.  A fire is burning in the center of the area and low stakes are set into the ground near it.  I shiver with fear at what this implies, but we are led over to a tall post.  One of the men is placed in front of it and spears are aimed at him as a warning of what will happen if he resists.  

	His wrists are untied then bound again in front of him.  His arms are pulled above his head and bound firmly to the post.  A native then comes forward with a long whip.  He lashes it toward the white man and a livid streak appears on the naked back as a muffled scream comes from behind the gag As the whip lashes him steadily, sweat streams from his nude body and he gradually becomes covered with red stripes as he writhes against the post.  He is finally taken from the post and over to the fire where he is spread-eagled face upward between four stakes.  

	I am shaking with terror as I watch the other man bound to the post and whipped.  When he is removed, cruel hands close around my soft arms.  I struggle and beg for mercy as I am dragged toward the post.  They ignore my pleas and hold me firmly as my wrists are bound in front of me.  

	I am panting and shivering uncontrollably as I feel my arms being raised above my head and the rough wood of the post presses against the front of my smooth body.  

	The Negro raises the whip and I emit a shrill scream as I feel it curl painfully around my helpless form.  It slashes around my wide hips and I lurch against the post.  My movement slips my legs on each side of the column and I suddenly feel a pleasant sensation as my cunt hits the coarse wood.  

	As the whip cuts around my slim waist, I strike the post again.  Now my nipples begin to rise to hard points.  I am embarrassed, but I feel a strange pleasure at having my naked body whipped by these natives.  As the whip curls painfully around my unprotected femininity, I begin to writhe my hips slowly in an erotic movement as mingled cries of pain and enjoyment come from my throat.  

	When my whipping finally stops, my tender flesh is covered with whip marks and sweat is streaming from my pores.  I lean weakly against the post, my trembling breasts heaving as I draw in large gulps of air.  

	My wrists are unbound from the post and I cringe before the circle of black natives.  They grin at me and it is obvious that they know I found pleasure in being whipped.  

	I emit a voiceless sound of humiliation and submissively await the next inflictions of torment on my young body.  

	I look fearfully over at the two men who are stretched out on the ground.  I see that all of the hair has been shaved from their bodies so it won't interfere with the torture.  A Negro steps toward me with a sharp knife and I stand quietly as he raises it to my head.  It begins working over my scalp and my brunette hair is gradually shaved off until I am completely bald.  Grabbing my face with one hand, he carefully shaves off my eyebrows.  I obediently spread my legs as he shaves off my pussy and I am as naked as I'll ever be.  

	I am quivering in anticipation of the torments to come.  There is a sharp pain in my buttocks as two of the natives jab their spears at me.  I cry out in reaction to the prodding as I stumble toward the fire in the center of the clearing.  They force me to the ground near the two men and grab my wrists and ankles.  

	A delicious feeling of helplessness tingles through me as I feel my arms and legs spread wide apart and bound tightly to the four posts.  I am breathing heavily as I he on my back and stare up at the trees, my naked young flesh entirely exposed to the coming tortures.  

	Muffled screams of agony cause me to turn my head, but I am not in a position to see what is being done to the two white men.  I can tell by their groans that it must be extremely painful and I wonder how it will feel when the savages start working on my soft flesh.  I hear footsteps and suddenly a black African is towering over me and looking down at my helplessly spread-eagled body.  

	Staring up at him in terror, I see that he is holding some sharp objects in his hand.  They seem to be vicious thorns about six inches long.  He grins at my expression and kneels down beside me.  

	Contrasting sharply with my smooth white flesh, his black hand closes around one of my lush breasts and the fingers squeeze into the mound to hold it steady.  

	My eyes widen and my breathing quickens as I see him lower one of the thorns and place the point above my stiffly erected nipple.  I give a small cry as the point touches my nipple and pierces the skin.  He doesn't stop there, but slowly pushes it deeper and I suddenly scream in agony as I feel my nipple widening around the thorn.  

	I squirm helplessly against my bonds and sweat streams from my figure as I feel the thorn stabbing deeper into the delicate tissues of my breast, the sharp point spreading agony as it thrusts into me.  When he stops, I can see that only about an inch of the thorn protrudes from my nipple, but I can feel the rest of it inside of my throbbing tit.  

	I suffer the torment of having another thorn thrust into the nipple of my other breast as I shriek piercingly, my sounds of agony mingling with those of the men.  

	The hot sun beats down on my nakedness as I writhe under the constant application of insidious tortures.  We are tortured throughout the entire day and the natives are careful not to disfigure us too much.  They want us to last a long time.  Sweating and twisting my anguished body, I can only think of the exquisite pain and the constant erotic thrills that surge through my belly in response to each new torture.  

	The sun is low in the sky when they finally stop working on us and I am panting from my ordeal.  One at a time, the pain wracked men are pulled to their feet with their arms bound behind them.  Held firmly, they are led under a large tree limb that juts out over the clearing.  Ropes are thrown over the limb and nooses placed around the men's necks then they are slowly raised up until they are hanging above the ground.  For a moment, I think that the natives are killing us, but then I see that the men are still breathing.  

	I am untied from the stakes to which I was bound and pulled to my feet.  My entire body aches, but my breasts hurt more as they bounce from my movements.  The thorns are still imbedded in my soft white mounds and the large blunt ends still protrude from my tortured nipples.  

	My arms are bound tightly behind me and I am led over to where the men are hanging, shuddering with pain each time my breasts jiggle.  

	My legs are trembling and the natives hold me upright as a noose is lowered over my bald head and fastened around my slim neck.  

	Gasping, I feel the noose tighten around my throat and I try to keep my toes on the ground.  My feet lose contact with the surface and my entire weight is hanging from my neck as I am slowly raised.  The Negroes finally stop pulling me up when I am at the same height as the men.  I can't make a sound or move without hurting myself.  

	Turning my eyes, I can see the naked men hanging silently beside me.  They are only a few feet away and I can smell their sweat as a slight breeze wafts the strong aroma toward me.  

	I roll my eyes to look down at the ground and see a couple of natives approaching us with a small bowl.  One of them reaches up and smears something around the penis of one of the white men.  He does the same to the other and then comes over to where I am hanging.  I feel his hand moving over the naked flesh of my slit and spreading something sticky onto me.  I know that it is honey and that it will attract flies.  

	The natives all trot out of the clearing, leaving two of their members to guard us.  I see the two blacks walking over to the edge of the clearing and disappearing into the trees.  They are going to a small hut that is out of sight.  

	The clearing is now empty and I know that we will hang silently from the limb of this tree all night.  

	Tomorrow, I will be taken down and my soft girl body will be tortured all through another day.  It will go on for a long time and I tremble in anticipation of more pain.  

	I am turning slowly under the rope that is around my neck and I can see the men.  Flies are gathering around their cocks and the male organs are standing out stiff and hard.  I can feel the flies crowding around my cunt and sending thrills through my belly as they probe deeper into the cleft to get at the honey.  

	I am panting with passion, but I must hang silently.  My nipples are hurting from the thorns in them and from my growing rapture.  The cocks of the men start jerking and I see their hot semen ejaculating and splashing on the ground and I wish it was going into my vagina.  

	The flies around my cunt have worked their way into the cleft and some of them are crawling on my clitoris, driving me almost mad with pleasure.  My naked body quivers as my passion rises to almost unbearable heights.  A volcano seems to erupt in my belly as I am engulfed in a fabulous orgasm.  I sway in ecstatic silence above the deserted jungle clearing.  


