BDSM Library - Story: Savage African Capture, Chapter: Part 1

Savage African Capture

By Shabbadew2002

Chapter 1

Capture

Our trip to Africa was to commemorate our first wedding anniversary. It was my gift to Midori, my wife. I arranged a photographic safari as we were both interested in wildlife photography. My wife was twenty-five at the time and I was forty. She had been my student. We fell in love at the University and married when she graduated. The trip would provide a tremendous opportunity for both of us to photograph wildlife and native peoples. We entered the unknown armed only with our ignorance.

The first few days were tremendous. Everything went smoothly and the sights provided us with great shots. On the fourth day out, it was a hot morning, and as we moved into a rift valley, we came under attack. The porters suddenly began crying, screaming, dropping their packs and running. I grabbed my wife and pulled her down. I looked around for our guide, but he was gone. We were rushed and overpowered by a dozen men. I found myself grappling with someone. I heard my wife scream and then it all went black.

I regained consciousness to find myself suspended by my wrists and ankles to a pole. I was being carried by two men. I could hear my wife whimpering and crying behind me. I called out to her....

“Midori….are you ok?”

“Where are they taking us?”

“I don’t know, but just hold on.”

I didn’t know what to do. I felt awful hanging from the pole. There were lots of men, I couldn’t tell how many. We were somewhere in the middle of a column. They marched for awhile... then took a break and set us down. I felt helpless and I’m sure my wife did too. I was thirsty, but they ignored me when I tried to get them to understand I wanted a drink. It was so hot.

I heard Midori grunt as she was hoisted up and suspended between, broad, black shoulders; and then we were off. I tried not to think about the pain in my wrists and ankles. I cursed myself for our bad luck. The noises of the savannah and the sound of their feet, as they marched, was all I remember of this part. Midori and I tried to say something to each other but our positions, the heat, and the bush noises made it impossible for us to have any real contact. All I felt was pain and fear.

Chapter 2

Public Humiliation

We finally arrived at a village. There was a horde of ragtag children and motley dogs around. There was a lot of yelling. They set us down by a well. I looked over at Midori and she was a sweaty mess. We were physically and emotionally drained. I was dying of thirst and I’m sure that Midori was too. I begged for water. The men just grinned at me.

Then the leader came over, had the men cut our bindings, and allowed us to stand. I gestured to him that I wanted water for me and my wife. Just then a commotion caught my attention. A big, older man, surrounded by flunkies, was making his way over to us.

‘This is the Chief,’ I thought to myself. He looked us over. I tried to say something. He raised his hand to silence me and barked something. He pointed at me and then at my wife. The Chief was medium tall and had a big belly. He was wearing some marks of his office and a loincloth. His face was broad and very black; an ugly mean face. His manner was frightening.

I begin to worry what was in store for us, especially my wife. A crowd had formed - women and children of all ages. They were a rough looking lot - most of them. The women were bare-breasted. I saw a lot of pouting and hanging breasts with very dark black nipples. Distracted for the moment I remembered our needs.

I tried to make him understand we were thirsty. I used my hands. The Chief stared at me as if I was crazy and then he smiled and laughed out loud. He gestured to a woman. She was heavy-set and older, maybe his wife. He mimicked my gestures and laughed again. She said something to him, but her face was mean too.

The Chief raised his hand and made some announcement to the mob. They behaved as if they were at a sporting match. I was fearful that this was a bad sign. Then the Chief made a little move with his hand and two men grabbed both of us and forced us to our knees. Midori and I looked at each other; we were both so thirsty. They brought over a bowl of water, but the Chief grinned as one of the men pulled his penis out from under his loincloth and began to piss in it.

The Chief mimed a dog lapping water. We both looked at each other and understood. I felt degraded. But this is what he wanted us to do: lap the water like dogs. We were so thirsty; we lapped up the “flavored” water. This act of submission made the mob happy. My fears were now raging out of control.

I also felt tremendously humiliated. Midori, who must have been thirstier than I was, put her face in the bowl and lapped it up like a puppy. The mob took real delight at how she submissively she performed for them.

This is what I didn’t know then, but I know now: these people were a sorry lot. Dirt poor, they survived by raiding other villages, stealing and taking hostages. They took vicious and cruel delight in reducing their captives to the level of animals or things. The first minute we were in camp set the tone for our entire captivity. They indulged in varieties of sexual savagery that were beyond my comprehension. And, from this moment on, our situation got worse...

The Chief barked, clapped his hands and at his command, the native women crowded around us. The Chief clapped again and they began, like a multi-limbed creature, a centipede, to pull our clothes off. I tried to resist, but there were too many hands.

I looked over to see them stripping my wife nude. I saw her in her bra and panties and soon she was completely naked. I was stripped naked also. I saw the mob passing my wife’s bra back and forth. The women stepped back to let the tribe have a look at us. Midori covered her crotch and breasts with her hands. I had both my hands covering my privates. Our white skin made us stand out in the hot African sun, among all these black people. We were both very sweaty, at this point....

The faces of those around us seemed hideous. I remember very black faces with white teeth and the whites of their staring eyes with expressions of lust and cruelty in them like devils. But worse was yet to come. The Chief sat down, pointed and at his command, the women again descended on us like flies. The crowd was overjoyed. They seemed to love the spectacle of our being displayed and molested for their enjoyment.

One woman, a pretty plump thing, teasingly tickled my scrotum and my penis. I looked over at Midori, right next to me, and saw that her tormentors were squeezing and mauling her breasts. This made her nipples respond by getting erect. They pointed this out to humiliate my wife. My penis was squeezed and jerked. I couldn’t help myself but I began, to my horror, to get erect. As my penis stiffened, individuals pointed at me and laughed. I wanted to die...

My tormentor wagged my half-erect penis at the crowd to make them laugh more. She mimed that my penis was small and the mob roared with delight – humiliating me totally. Hands were at my ass pulling my cheeks open; and then I felt someone rubbing grease on my anus... and a finger was forced inside me.

Then, someone grabbed at my testicles. My bag had shriveled in fear. Whoever it was eventually trapped my testicles in the bag. Then they squeezed them. I groaned and the crowd reacted. They did it again and my reaction made the natives clap their hands in glee. I saw the Chief grinning from ear to ear at my predicament.

Then the painful squeezing of my balls stopped. Someone else began frigging my penis and between that and the finger in my rectum worming around and pressing on my prostate, my penis got fully erect. I didn’t want to lose control in this situation, but my body betrayed me.

I looked over and saw what they were doing to Midori. They had rolled her cotton thong panties and had the material between her thighs. One particular woman, a middle-aged crone, began pulling it slowly to and fro - working the panties into a thin, wet cord in my wife’s crack. Midori gasped and moaned as the woman worked it back and forth thru the lips of her cunt.

Everyone laughed as my wife tried to stand up on her toes to avoid what this woman was doing to her. The woman began sawing her hands back and forth using the full length of the wet cotton with each stroke. My wife struggled in the grip of the women holding her, but they just laughed. There was nothing she could do.

After a minute of this, Midori began writhing and gasping at the slightest movement. That’s when the woman stopped and felt my wife between her legs. Grinning, she held up her fingers... glistening with my wife’s secretions. The mob roared. My wife had been humiliated as I was...

The old woman pulled the cord tight again and continued to masturbate my wife. Midori bit her lip as I could see that she was trying to ignore the maddening friction of the wet panties against her sensitive sex lips. The woman with cruel skill pulled the panties back and forth so that my wife’s sensitive bits: her labia, clitoris, her urethra, the vaginal opening and her anus were teased unmercifully.

Each indignity and my wife’s increasingly agitated reactions brought a fresh round of laughs and grins from the mob. I looked at their faces and saw the depths of their depravity. I was growing more afraid. The use of sexual torture was a mark of a much degraded people.

The Chief growled something and the woman began to vigorously manipulate the cord. He obviously wanted the woman to make my wife have an orgasm. The old woman pulled the wet cord right up against the clitoris.

I heard my wife begging and whimpering. Watching my wife’s face for her reactions, the woman, grinning, whipped the cord left and right to work her clitoris. My wife’s moans suddenly became louder, her hips bucking and jerking. Now that she had gotten Midori close to cumming, the woman slowed down, tantalizing her. I heard my wife, teased to the point of distraction, begin whimpering like she did when she was about to cum...

The mob roared its approval when she began to moan. I could see the muscles as tight as a drum in her neck. Finally, the crone jerked the cord to and fro in a blur and made my wife reach a tumultuous orgasm. Midori’s hips began a lewd jig and her writhing left no doubt she was in the throes of an orgasm. The fact that they could make my wife cum in these circumstances shocked and horrified me.

She groaned, and her coital movements and jiggling ass cheeks excited the mob. I was horrified as my prick had gotten erect earlier and stayed hard as I watched what they did to my wife. Between what they had been doing to me and watching what they did to Midori, I was very aroused. I looked at the men of the tribe and saw the looks of lust and cruelty in their faces. I looked over at Midori; her eyes were closed and she appeared to be in a world of her own.

I was terribly afraid, at this point, as my wife was surrounded by a hundred savages. I began silently to pray. I had not done that in years. I shuddered at the thought of what might happen next. The men began drinking from gourds. This only made me more frightened. Sober they were savages - drunk they would be worse.

Then I was brought forward so that two young girls could begin playing with my scrotum and penis. They pulled and tickled my bag and teased my penis. They kept it up, unmercifully. They worked on me as a team. It was torture. They got me worked up and close to cumming, but stopped short of letting me ejaculate. They mob crowded in close to watch them masturbating me. I lost track of time as they got me close to orgasm.

I could see how much they were enjoying this. For me, it was awful. Then a big, fat, older woman held up a smooth, curved wooden rod. She greased it with fat. Two men suddenly turned me around. Two more women spread my ass cheeks. I felt fingers rubbing grease on my anus. Then the big, fat woman pressed the rod against my anus and when it parted my sphincter, she worked it into my rectum.

I felt the knob against my tight sphincter and then I was impaled. The knob at the end opened my anus and the rod plowed into my rectum. I winced in pain as I had never had anything that big in my asshole before. I remember crying out. I struggled in their grasp, but I was helpless to prevent this from happening to me. I screamed...

I could hear everyone laughing and clapping. I hung my head as waves of shame, pain and arousal overwhelmed me when it was in me all the way. Then as I tried to adjust to the pressure in my rectum, my erection seemed to grow and throb. It was hard and hot and pointed at the sky. I shook my head. I couldn’t believe what this people were doing to me...I couldn’t believe that I was hard as they did these things to me....The two girls went back to masturbating me. I tried hard to control myself, but there was no way, with the rod in my rectum, that I could do that.

I was humiliated when I began ejaculating. I felt like my whole soul was spurting thru my penis. There was much laughter as I came in front of the whole village. The girls mimed that my load was disappointingly small. I felt my face go red with embarrassment. That they could make me cum in these circumstances didn’t shock me as much as the fact that they had been able to make Midori do the same, but I was humiliated. I looked over at Midori and she had her eyes closed. I don’t know if she saw me ejaculating or not. I hope she didn’t...

Chapter 3

Whipped and Raped

After a few moments, they dragged Midori to an upright pole by the well and bound her with her hands over her head. The Chief came over brandishing a black whip. It was a dried bull’s penis – what I had seen sold in marketplaces on the African coast and called a “bull’s pizzle”. The Chief used the tip to tease my wife’s full buttocks. She clenched her cheeks when he ran it up and down her crack. The mob laughed and clapped when she reacted. My wife has a round, white, full bottom and it was erotic to see her so exposed as she clenched and relaxed her dimpled butt cheeks.

The Chief got ready to whip her. I watched as he drew back his arm and then with a mighty blow he hit her. The pizzle landed with a cruel meaty sound. Midori groaned and clenched and unclenched her cheeks, trying to shake off the blow. She was soon giving everyone another “show”. Because with each vicious blow, my wife began to wriggle and work her buttocks. It was an erotic dance she was doing, shaking under the lash and tied to the pole. My mind was in turmoil. I was frightened, but another part of me was mesmerized. It was like we were in a movie and I was watching it...

As the whipping continued, she even humped the pole, like she was fucking it. All of this thrilled the savages. The crowd clapped and roared with every blow. It was a very sexual whipping, as the Chief concentrated on her full butt and thighs. With the rod in my rectum, it pressed in a disturbing way on my prostate. That, combined with the sight of my wife receiving a public whipping, got and kept me erect. I had been whipped in school, as a boy, and Midori’s whipping dredged up all the conflicted feelings those whippings aroused in me.

The crowd went wild and yelled as Midori grunted with each blow. The Chief took his time whipping her and just lashed her methodically. Midori would look over her shoulder and then cringe, anticipating each blow. When it did land it made a meaty sound....Midori began sobbing and crying out.

When the Chief made the tip of the pizzle land in her crack she screamed. Her buttocks and thighs were soon criss-crossed with angry red stripes. Her cheeks twitched from the pain in between blows as if they had a life of their own. I could not take my eyes off the spectacle as my wife was tortured, but I felt guilty and sick inside that I never lost my erection all during the whipping. Toward the end, Midori lost control of her bladder and urinated to the delight of the crowed. Then they untied her and make her parade around the water well with her hands on her head to display her whipped ass and thighs.

After this, they hustled both of us into the Chief’s hut. To my humiliation, I still had the rod up my rectum. The Chief sat down on a chair to supervise as they made Midori lie down on a pallet and forced her thighs up to her breasts, exposing her cunt. Men crowded around her and began to rub and finger her.

There were a lot of men in the hut. A few women were at the door outside peeking in. Midori began to moan as they continued to molest her. Two men played with her breasts, making her nipples erect. I didn’t want to watch, but I couldn’t turn away either. The Chief caught my eye and then pulled aside his loin cloth revealing a huge penis. He grinned evilly at me. It was a big as a cucumber and thick as my wrist. He stroked it slowly, watching his men molest my wife, and grinned at me.

Midori’s eyes went wide as he got up to stand over her and display his huge erection to her. He had pulled back his foreskin to display the big purple head, then wagged it at her and looked over at his men - grinning all the while. My wife was a virgin when I married her. And her vagina was still very tight. Now, she was about to be raped by a monster. She kept shaking her head no-no-no and protested, but no one understood us, so it was all in vain.

And then, all the men began pulling aside their loincloths to display their erections. I was in shock. I had never seen another man’s erection until then. And, at that moment, I was in a hut in Africa with two dozen men who had penises bigger than mine. The Chief stroked his mammoth phallus, the biggest in the hut, and grinned at me, enjoying and savoring the moment.

Midori’s womanhood, as they played with her, was now glistening. I held my breath and watched as the Chief knelt down between her thighs and rubbed the head of his cock against her labia and her vaginal opening - wetting his phallus with her juices. After a moment, he thrust forward and Midori cried out as he tried to penetrate her.

She tried to squirm away, but she was being held down. The head of his cock pressed up against her vagina but wouldn’t go in. It was too big! He barked and someone brought a pot with some grease. He lubricated himself and then he greased up my wife’s sexhole.

He put his cock up against her vaginal opening, pushed and ‘pop’…it went in! Midori groaned out loud as he plowed into her. The men cheered as their Chief raped her. He got most of it inside her and then he pulled it out until only the head was inside. He looked over at me, smiling and showing his teeth.

Then he pushed it in all the way making my wife moan as she was stretched open very deep and wide, I could tell. I could not look away as he penetrated her. I was helpless to do any thing about it, but it was totally compelling to me. My penis had stayed painfully erect and my testicles were aching. With the rod buried in my rectum, it pressed on my prostate and that made my penis drool even more. I was sweating and as I squirmed with my hands tied behind me, I wished I had a gun so I could free us.

The Chief took his time as he fucked her….letting her get used to his size. Midori had her eyes closed, but began breathing deeper and then began panting as he fucked her. He lay down on her fully, covering her completely with his big body and from where I was, I could see his bag, his scrotum, slapping against my wife’s anus. There was a lot of wetness there....and it was getting pretty messy.

As he penetrated her his cock was so thick it forced her sex lips into her hole on the in-stroke and they clung to the shaft when he pulled out. It looked like two pink rubber bands were stretched around his cock. The shaft of his big, black dick was streaked with her juices. I could tell Midori was getting close to orgasm from the sounds she was making.

I tried to block out the wet squishy sounds and her moans. I felt terrible as another man was penetrating my wife with his erect penis. There was no escape. I was surrounded by a hut full of black men with erections. The Chief began humping Midori for all he was worth. Midori moaned steadily, aroused against her will. I could see he was going to make my wife have an orgasm…

He sped up and my wife went, cried out. She’d cum! The men clapped when they heard her cry out. I knew, from experience, that she’d just had an orgasm. He made my wife cum! Then the Chief’s hips and ass did a little jig and he ejaculated deep into her vagina. As he pulled his cock, it made a wet, slurpy sound like a mule pulling its hoof out of thick mud. Midori groaned when his cock popped free.

When the Chief stood up his cock was still hard, but it was grossly streaked with semen and the secretions from my wife’s pussy. Midori’s legs were spread and her sex was gaping open. She had been really fucked, I could tell. The labia were swollen and reddened, nearly purple. Her sex-hole was open and a river of slop drooled out of her vagina. It was a disgusting sight…

The men all lined up and I was forced to watch as each man took his turn with my wife. The men were well endowed and made my wife cum repeatedly. She was in another world as she was raped. At least twenty men raped my wife in front of me during the first hour.

My penis had stayed erect and I was drooling pre-cum all during my wife’s ordeal. I began to ache. I needed relief and soon began to crave it. As I gawked at one particularly sloppy rape of my wife, with the rod pressing on my prostate, one of the men grabbed my prick and jerked it two or three times, making me ejaculate. After that, I looked around. A lot of the men were grinning at me evilly. I felt worse than ever - ashamed of how I reacted.

Next, they put my wife on all fours and fucked her like a dog. They all took turns raping her this way. Men had lined up outside the hut, and when one man was done, another took his place. As they took their turns, my wife was in another world. She would grunt, moan, groan and then cry out as they made her cum. As they worked her over her sex became a sloppy, disgusting mess. They used a rag to clean her after every few men had ejaculated in her and this rag got very wet with semen and her secretions. When they wiped her pussy with it one time, she came - she was in such a state.

Then, those who wanted seconds or thirds lined up with hard, hot cocks and fucked her again. The smell in the hut was not to be believed. My wife’s sexual juices and the sweat and semen created a musky odor that hung heavy in the little hut. I tried to block it out, but my nose was filled with the smell of sex. I can still smell the stink, as I write this…..

It was totally degrading as they made me watch her being raped repeatedly. When they finished with her, she was a sweaty, sloppy mess. Her vagina was filled with semen. Her genitals were so swollen, I couldn’t believe it was my wife’s pussy. There was sperm all over her mound, her pubic hair, on the inside of her thighs, and it just ran out of her sex hole and down the crack of her ass.

Finally it ended. I think Midori had been raped close to two hundred times, perhaps more. They took me and threw me into a small hut. The next morning I was given food and water and was made to eat out of the bowl like a dog. We were kept separated. The Chief and the leaders raped my wife daily. They made her drink something made from herbs and roots which, I believe, kept her in a state of arousal and prevented pregnancy.

The Chief allowed his people to do these things because it probably provided a powerful bonding experience. A diversion... I don’t know if they had ever had Asian captives before, but they certainly enjoyed tormenting us.

Chapter 4

Animals

It wasn’t long after this that I was taken to a hut filled with the married women. They grinned at me evilly and I knew I was in for a very bad time. They overpowered me, took me to the ground, bound my hands behind me and made me kneel. Then two women shaved my head, leaving only two small tufts on either side of my head.

They smeared mud on these and one woman formed the tufts into “horns”. They painted my eyes, nose and mouth. Then they lashed my arms to my thighs. The bondage hurt and I was soon in hell. They made me duck-walk out of the hut to the center of the village. The children were the first to notice me and started to yell at the sight of me. Soon many of them were out of their huts staring and laughing as I was marched around. I had been turned into an animal. Naked and forced into a painful squat, I had been transformed into a pet. One of the boys tied a rope around my neck and led me around like a dog.

It was totally dehumanizing. The children hit and poked me with sticks. I made several painful, humiliating passes around the water well. I felt like I was going to cry and despite my efforts to control my emotions I began to sob. They marched me over to the Chief who laughed at my appearance as soon as he saw me. My wife was at his feet, naked. She looked at me and I saw the horror in her eyes. I couldn’t look her in the eyes or say anything, I was so humiliated. But the look in her eyes said it all. I had been reduced to a “thing”.

The next day, they hung Midori from a tree branch over an ant nest. The women spread and staked her legs; then painted a line up each leg with honey using a brush. It was a trail from her ankles up her thighs to her cunt. The woman smeared honey heavily on her pubic hair and cunt. When her pussy was gooey with the sweet stuff, they spread her buttocks and smeared some in her crack and on her anus too.

She started to squirm and whimper as hundreds of ants swarmed over her feet. She yelped and screamed as the ants, angry at their nest being invaded, began to torment her. They were the little black kind, not known for their bite, but the sheer number of them guaranteed that she was in for a very hard time.

Finding the honey, the ants began to feast and then climbed higher looking for more. She wriggled her hips and shook her ass as the ants climbed up her body. She looked down, in horror, as the ants climbed toward her cunt. It was just a matter of time before the little beasts found her “honey pot”.

She screamed as she saw where they are going. They had their way with her and soon she began to do a jig, which delighted the crowd. They laughed and pointed and giggled at her predicament. The ants were in a frenzy. Excited by the honey, they scampered and darted this way and that.

Midori, her eyes wide in horror, yelped and cried out....begging for me to help. I was dragged over to watch. I don’t know what was worse - my feeling of helplessness or hers. She writhed and squirmed trying to get them all off and really wriggled her hips and ass. They all seemed to be enjoying her plight. I had never seen anything like these monsters in all my life. But it got worse.

Midori began to sob and it was heart rending to hear her as they insects swarmed and climbed her legs. The swarming insects, as they advanced on her pussy, drove her nearly mad. Soon there was a black line up both her legs. Midori did a jig as the first ants reached her cunt.

Midori has a horror of bugs getting inside her. With the ants swarming over her pussy and ass hole, Midori began screaming for help. I could do nothing, of course. The natives laughed as she was giving them a great show. Soon, there were hundreds between her legs, feasting on all the honey there. Midori grew hoarse from yelling.

That’s when the men brought forward an anteater on a leash. As the animal smelled the ants, its long, sticky tongue shot out. They led it over to Midori. She moaned as its soft and sticky tongue wormed its way up her legs in the most obscene way.

I was transfixed as the creature did what nature intended it to do. The animal lost no time in licking up the ants on Midori’s legs. When it shot its tongue out to scoop up the ants on her inner thighs, my wife moaned as the pink tongue was a soft, sticky worm. Then, as the beast turned its attention to the ants swarming in her crotch, its tongue began to seek out the folds and crevices where the ants were hiding.

The nasty tongue began to dart into every part of my wife’s crack. First her labia and then her sexhole and between her ass cheeks to lick her anus too. Midori’s reactions showed that this was arousing her despite the awful bestial origin of the thing that was doing it to her.

Midori’s eyes showed her horror as the animal licked her. She began to moan it stimulated her and it was obscene. She tried to get her hips away from the machine-like, licking tongue, but it was no good. The animal licked her unmercifully and soon she was jerking her hips in a coital way. The mob found this all very amusing. I got an erection...

When our eyes met, Midori looked down and saw my erection. I could tell that I had wounded her. In truth, my body had betrayed me. I couldn’t help myself. I was sickened, but the spectacle of the anteater licking her pussy was more than I could handle. The beast drove my wife over the edge when it got its long tongue into her hole.

It thrust his long, sticky, pink tongue deep into her vagina, worming it around and around and in and out.....catching ants. Midori was rocking her hips back and forth and soon began to speed up her coital rocking and rolling....

Finally, she cried out and came! The anteater had made her cum in front of me and everyone. Only then did they cut her down. She jumped around in a frenzy, trying to get the ants off. They pushed her to the river and let her get wash herself. I was taken back to the village, where a group of young girls with pouting tits and black nipples took control of me. I was given to them by the older married women. I was bound worried what they were going to do to me. They seemed so casually cruel....

Chapter 5

Tortured by the Girls

I was taken by the girls, all five of them, to a clearing just outside the village. They were laughing and chattering like birds as they made me lie down. They began to sexually torment and humiliate me like the married women did the first day. They took turns playing with my penis and testicles and then began masturbating me in earnest. They got me to the point of orgasm. Just when I thought I was going to ejaculate, they stopped and let me twitch in frustration.

There were a lot of grins and laughter at this. I wanted to cum so badly, but they kept bringing me to a boil and then stopping. Then one of them knelt between my splayed thighs, trapped my testicles in my scrotum and then cruelly twisted my bag. She laughed as she slowly and sadistically squeezed my nuts until I screamed and lost my erection. It hurt terribly- the worst excruciating pain.

Then the other four girls sat on either side of me and played with me again... pinching my nipples, getting me erect and then making me writhe and squirm. I wanted them to let me cum. My penis dripped so much pre-cum that my balls got wet. They seemed to really enjoy doing this to me.

I prayed silently for release and I was so close, but before I began to ejaculate, they stopped touching me and smiled as I twitched and throbbed in frustration. Then, one of them would squeeze my balls to make me lose my erection. This was repeated several times.

This went on until I was nearly insane and began to babble like an idiot. This amused them to no end. Then one of them produced a curved, slim white rod with a bulb at the end - probably carved from ivory. She squeezed the tip of my penis to make my pisshole flare open and inserted the tip of the rod into my penis. I howled as she forced it in slowly.....

She kept pushing and I gasped and cried out as it was forced it into me fully. When the bulb protruded from the tip of my prick, she slapped my organ. They took turns doing this to me. Then, they all took a turn taking the rod out and forcing it back in. I was soon crying like a baby. They laughed at me and made clucking noises, mocking my reaction to what they did to me.

Eventually, one of them, the girl with the biggest breasts, who had simply enormous black nipples, jerked me off. As she did so, she talked to me, in her language, like I was a baby. Talking baby talk to me as she squeezed and jerked my prick. She kept it up until I ejaculated. It felt so good, I groaned out loud with relief.

She scooped up the semen, splattered on my belly and chest, and wiped it on my mouth. I did what she mimed for me to do as she reached down with one hand to grab my balls again…I understood and not wanting to be hurt anymore, I licked my lips. It was a bit disgusting….

Days went by and I never saw my wife, as we were kept in separate huts. Sometimes, I could hear her cry out as she was raped. I was glad they left me alone, during this time. The hateful things they did to me had nearly broken me.

Chapter 6

The Mud Suit

The women were the worst at torturing us. Brought to river’s edge one day, they lashed Midori’s wrists together behind her head and tied her elbows to her knees. They hauled her up and got her on a board in a kneeling position. They scooped up pots full of red mud from the shore, and they covered her with the mud to turn her into a statue. The most extreme form of bondage you could ever imagine.

They began smearing gobs of it on her back, her buttocks, her shoulders, her legs and her neck and head. Every part of her body from the top of her head to her feet had been covered and molded with the mud. The woman, at first, just slapped in on, but when they had enough in a given area, they began to smooth and shape it to conform to the body part it covered.

They covered her eyes with thick slices of a root and began covering her face with the mud. They inserted hollow reeds into each nostril and propped open her mouth with a wooden ring. When they were done with her face, all you could see were the two reeds emerging from a bump where her nose was and her open mouth.

They kept slathering her with handfuls of the red mud. One creative soul had stuck several tufts of grass on her head to simulate hair. They left an opening by her genitals and her anus so she could piss and shit. Bound as she was, she was soon encased in mud. They turned her into an “object”.

The woman left her in the sun so the mud would dry. Midori began to make inhuman groans and cries. She sounded like a sick calf. Within an hour or two, under the broiling equatorial sun, the mud had hardened into a suit of armor. My wife had been turned into a “thing”.

I had been brought over, on a leash, to watch. I could hear my wife moaning inside her mud suit of armor. I was sick inside at what they did to her. When the mud had hardened, they carried Midori on the board back to the village in a sort of procession. The children laughed and clapped. She was set between two logs. My wife, I could only imagine, was going thru hell inside the mud suit. She was totally immobile and it must have been like she was baking in an oven.

When she pissed thru the opening between her legs, it made the children roar with laughter. They gave her water to sip thru a reed from a gourd. As hot as it was and trapped, my wife must have been sweating buckets. It was the ultimate torture suit. Then they brought us both into a hut. The men began pulling aside their loincloths and soon they were all hard. There were a dozen men there.

Her moans and groans were a great source of amusement for them. I kept my mouth shut though. I was afraid that they would do something like that to me. And the feeling of claustrophobic horror I felt was enough to keep me cowed. They began shoving their cocks into her mouth and in her pussy. They raped her front and back – over and over.

The sounds coming out of her mouth were heartrending. There was a sloppy mess of semen all around her mouth and pussy when they were done. Midori was not released from this bondage, her mud suit, until the next morning. When the got it off her, and I could get a chance to see her, her eyes told the story of the horror she had been through.

Chapter 7

Village Torments

One night a group of the married women mounted a pole at crotch height in the center of the village. They greased it up and brought out my naked wife. They fingered her until she was wet and juicy, tied a cord around her neck and tied her thumbs to the cord. Next, they made her straddle the pole, squat down and sit on it. She did it. In order to make her fuck it, they whipped her ass with a branch. It made a cruel noise every time it landed and my wife groaned in pain each time.

Midori squatted down obscenely and stood up again, fucking herself on the pole. The spread her ass cheeks and tickled her anus with some nettles to make her fuck herself harder. The whole village came out to see. Soon, I guess, her asshole began itching. From the way Midori twitched and jumped around, I could tell it was really bothering her. They handed the nettles off to another woman who whipped her butt with it.

Soon, Midori began fucking herself silly on the pole. She grunted, moaned and squatted up and down like a demented doll. Teen-aged girls came up and pulled on her nipples so hard, that I thought they would tear them off. They kept this up until Midori orgasmed. Her ass, when it was over, was stippled with a sting rash and scored with weals. It looked like she’d been stung by bees. The pole was lathered with her pussy juice. They began dancing around her, like she was a fertility symbol. In a way, she was....

On hot afternoon, they tied Midori with her arms over her head to a tree branch. The young boys were encouraged to examine her. This was behind the village in a grove of trees by the river. I was brought over on a leash like a dog. Naked, humiliated and frustrated, I watched as maybe thirty boys touched my wife and got erections.

They played with her tits and pussy and inserted their fingers into her vagina and rectum. She moaned as they roughly stimulated her. When all thirty or so were very excited, their loin cloths were tented. It was at this point that several older men encouraged them to jerk off. They soon lifted their loin clothes. The bravest and boldest started and soon everyone was vigorously masturbating. One man produced a bowl.

When the boys were ready to cum, he had them crowd around and jerk off into the communal bowl. One-by-one they all spurted their seed. There must have been two cups of their hot, sticky discharge in the bowl. Then they made Midori lap it up.

They brought me over to watch my wife perform the humiliating and disgusting task. It was terrible for us to have to witness each other’s degradation. I could see that she could barely look me in the eye. It was some sort of initiation rite for the boys. Having their seed drunk by the pretty Asian captive. For her, it was a disgusting trial. Their ejaculate, still warm from their bodies, was presented for her to drink and Midori gagged twice as she drank it down.

It was very viscous…so that as she drank it….and they pulled the bowl away to let her swallow….. A string of cum connected her lips to the edge of the bowl. Finally she was finished. For a final indignity, they made her lick the bowl clean.

Chapter 8

The Worst Ordeal

We were exhausted and drained by the frequent sexual torture. One afternoon, four women that I had identified as real sadists, had something really gross in store for Midori. The brought me in to witness it.

They made Midori stretch out on a pallet in their hut. Then they forced her thighs back against her breasts so her cunt and anus were completely exposed. One of them began to play with her labia, spreading them and inserting her fingers into her well-used cunt. When Midori’s cunt was all wet and juicy…they showed Midori what they had for her. It was in a covered pot.

Midori screamed when she saw that there was a small green boa in the pot. One of the women grabbed it and held it up to show her. It was about 45 centimeters long (18”). It writhed and squirmed, as my wife, horrified, stared looked at it. This was the beginning of the worst thing they did to her. This ordeal broke my wife totally, I believe.

All the snake wanted, at that point, was to get away and hide in a nice, dark place. Midori was held down by several of the women and, with her legs and cunt held open, one of them brought the snake close to Midori’s well-used, vaginal opening.

When she saw what they were threatening to do, she cried out to me, “PLEASE DON’T LET THEM DO THIS TO ME, YUKIO!”

But I could not help her. I could only watch in horror as they forced the snake into her pussy. The serpent, once they had gotten its head into the vaginal opening, then lost no time in squeezing the rest of its body inside her. It slithered and wiggled into her sexhole until it was all the way in.

My wife’s reaction was not to be believed: she began to scream like a madwoman! I never heard her voice make sounds like that before or since. Then they let go of her. She humped her hips up and down, with her legs held open, trying to get the thing out of her pussy. It was not to be. All four women began laughing. The snake was in my wife’s cunt and it didn’t want to come out.

She tried to stick her finger into her hole to get it out of her cunt. It was no use as the more she attempted to get at it, the more the reptile wriggled into the deepest recesses of her vagina to get away. Soon, it was wedged solidly in her sex-hole. That’s when they held her down. Her stomach looked like it was rippling as the snake squirmed and wriggled inside her - turning around and around in panic.

It pressed on all the sensitive nerves inside, but whatever arousal my wife felt, was second to the feeling of horror with the dirty creature inside her. A snake like that would have made my wife jump in horror if she saw it in the wild. She began crying and it was heartrending to hear. They tied her hands over her head to a pole and staked her ankles so her legs were closed. One woman went out to tell everyone to come to see what they’d done to her.

With the boa in her cunt, Midori screamed and cried. It would lie quietly for awhile, and then something she did, some movement on her part frightened it again, making it thrash around inside her. Midori was driven nuts. She howled like a beast as it wriggled about inside her. They staked me out facing her so I could witness her full torment.

One woman rubbed her pussy and this disturbed the reptile. It thrashed around and as she continued to rub Midori’s pussy, she began screaming like a madwoman. This apparently made the snake go crazy. When it tried to get out of her pussy, they would force it back into her hole.

More natives crowded into the hut to see what the commotion was about. I was tethered like a goat and forced to watch this very cruel torture. I don’t know a woman who isn’t a little fearful of sitting on grass because of the possibility that something could get in her pussy. It’s a universal fear. This was the ultimate invasion. My wife humped her hips up and down, wriggled and writhed like she was on fire. It was unbelievable to see...

Then some of the teenagers who had tormented me got me on my belly and tied my hands over my head to a stake. They spread my ass cheeks and raped me – first with their fingers and then with a rod. My penis got erect when the rod pressed on my prostate.

I felt very ashamed that I kept getting erections from having things inserted in my rectum. Any normal man would. Then they turned me over on my back, with the rod inside me, and took turns masturbating me. They teased me until I was dripping and played with me until my balls ached. I begged for release. They did not understand my words, but they understood my distress. They mimed allowing me to “cum”. I nodded and begged yes-yes-yes. They laughed and pointed to their crotches.

When the prettiest straddled my face, I understood what she wanted me to do. She lifted her little grass skirt and took a turn riding my face. I had to stick out my tongue as she rubbed her cunt and asshole over my nose, mouth and chin. The others teased my prick, keeping me excited, but not allowing me to cum. It was agony as I suffocated at times when she sat down. I was both aroused and disgusted at the same time by her smelly, musky vaginal secretions being smeared all over my face. I remember that her clitoris was very big. She brought herself off using my face.

The next girl took a real long time riding me before she came. It was both degrading and exhausting as she “rode” my face for the longest time. Another girl, the ugliest, faced my feet and rubbed her nasty, smelly anus on my nose. Awful, as I had to smell her shit-hole. Across from me, I heard my wife crying out as the snake writhed and wriggled in her sex hole.

I began to hump my hips up and down, begging for release. They laughed and continued to tease me. Finally, when one girl smeared my pre-cum teasingly over my prick head and underneath my sensitive glans and then took me in hand, I finally ejaculated. It felt very good to me, at that point.

She squeezed and milked my prick until I was finished and I remember moaning into the wet, smelly sexhole covering my nose and mouth. After this, the pretty girl with the big tits and the big black nipples, produced that awful ivory penis bone. The intrusion of that probe into my urethra had been excruciating and I hated it from the first time they did it to me.

She waved it under my nose. My face was wet and sticky with their secretions. I felt so small and helpless, being used and tormented by her. She saw the terror in my eyes at the ivory probe and smiled sadistically as she oiled it carefully and then squeezed several drops of juice from the cut end of a pepper on the shaft.

I look around the hut and others were watching as she prepared this for me. One older married woman came over to sit on my chest, squashing the air out of me. I felt someone holding my penis, squeezing it gently and as it stiffened, stroking me to full erection again. My frightened penis had erected against my will.

Then the pretty one took my prick and made my pee-hole flare open. She put the tip of the bone against my pisshole and gently but firmly inserted it into my penis. The juice from the pepper and the oil made it easy for her to force it all the way in. Having my prick violated was the worst. She kept pushing until all of it was buried inside me and the bulb rested obscenely at the tip of my prick with my urethral mouth stretched around the bulb.

The woman on my chest got off, but others continued to hold my legs. My penis waved obscenely with the bulb showing and the shaft all the way up inside me. Soon the capsicum juice from the pepper began to burn and it became apparent why two girls were now sitting on my legs.

As the burning sensation built, I began to hump my hips slowly at first and then more frantically. They smiled and giggled as the sensation became unbearable. Soon my whole penis was on fire as the hot juice went to work on the sensitive inner membranes.

I cried and moaned and finally screamed as the heat built and built and there was no relief. They left the bone inside me for a long time. I sobbed as it was awful and I felt helpless. When the burning sensation finally subsided, the pretty one removed it and the rod in my asshole. Afterwards, she hefted my testicles and mimed cutting them off. I bit my lip and wonder if she was serious. What else would these monsters do to me?

Meanwhile, my wife, forced to hold the green boa in her pussy, was on the edge of madness. Eventually, they got tired of tormenting her, untied her legs, and the serpent slithered out of her pussy. Midori had been crying and screaming for two hours. We were in captivity nearly three months, but they finally traded us to Arab slavers and eventually, after a long and roundabout journey, we made it home to Japan. We will never forget what was done to us in that village.