Zimbabwean Revenge

ZIMBABWEAN REVENGE

By Shabbadew2002

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  Ever since blacks came to power in 1980 in Rhodesia and the country became Zimbabwe, whites who didn’t emigrate have experienced hard times.  Years of white rule left the black majority with a taste for revenge and retaliation.  Now that they have the power, blacks have harassed whites, especially over the issue of land ownership.  

  White land owners have been threatened, bullied, arrested and had their land confiscated or “purchased’ by government over their opposition.  Whites singled out as “troublemakers” and “racists” have been subjected to harassment and abuse.  This is the story of one such couple, Erik and Pamela Pieters. 

When their land was “bought” by the government, Erik, working with a “radical” law firm, filed suit to contest the sale and get his property back.  He also wrote letters to the “resistance” newspapers criticizing the government and threw his support to opposition political parties. 

This earned him the attention of the government’s state security forces.  Pieters was brought in for questioning more than once.  During these “interviews” he was browbeaten and warned to curtail his opposition to the government. 

But Erik was a stubborn man and he kept writing letters and filing claims.  The word came down to intensify the pressure.   He was again picked up, but this time he was brought to a camp outside Bulawayo, run by Joshua Mutumbami.  The facility had been labeled by Western newspapers as a “torture camp”. 

Chapter 2

The Whipping Post

Pieters was scared, but made sure he kept his feelings in check.  He had met Mutumbami before and hated him.  He hated all blacks and longed for the old Rhodesia.

Mutumbami disliked Pieters intensely was personally motivated by revenge.  He loved his job because it provided him with the opportunity to get even with whites.  As a boy, he had witnessed his father being humiliated, so his desire for revenge was strong.  Now, he had Erik Pieters in his grasp.  They brought the white farmer to him in his office.

Pieters’ cuffs were removed.  He rubbed his wrists as he sat down in the chair facing Mutumbami at his desk.  He looked around the room and thought to himself, ‘these kaffirs have it all to themselves now’.

  “Well, Mr. Pieters, in the old days it was someone like you who summoned someone like me.  How times have changed,” Mutumbami said.

  “What do you want?”

“Well, first - I want you to show me the proper respect.”

  “Respect has to be earned.”

  “True, and in time, I think you’ll come to respect me.  In the meantime, the government is weary of your attitude,” he said, a multitude of white teeth showing in his very black face.  He was smiling slightly and enjoying the situation enormously.

  “We’ve decided that you need some persuasion to help you see the light.  When I say we, I mean, of course the government.  We’re gonna talk about persuasion today...”

  Erik sat there stone faced, listening to this man go on and on.....he was waiting for him to get to the point.  He looked at him and thought, ‘what a stupid kaffir....in the old days he would have been sweeping the railway station....and doing a shit job of it at that’!

  Mutumbami finally got to the point.....

  “First, I’m going to give you a little tour of our facilities.  I don’t think you have an appreciation of what we do here.”

  “I know just what you people do here,” Erik answered with a sneer.

  Ignoring that, Mutumbami summoned two guards.

  “Let’s go, Mr. Pieters,” he said to Erik.

  He and the two guards escorted Erik over to the far wing of the one-story building.  Mutumbami walked Pieters to stand in front of a closed door.  Groans, cries and the sound of something being struck were heard; someone was in pain.  Pieters’ face blanched.

  “Let’s go outside,” Mutumbami said suddenly and he and the two guards ushered Erik down a long corridor and thru a doorway.

  Erik could see they were in the courtyard behind the main building.  There on the far side of the yard was a wooden platform with a post in the middle.  Erik looked at it and then at Mutumbami, and then he cleared his throat...

  “I don’t care what you do to me.”

  “I know....you old white guys are tough.  We’ve decided that it would be a waste of time to “treat” you.  But, there are other ways to get you to change your attitudes.

  Just then, some guards came in to the courtyard leading a crowd of young blacks.  The men were boisterous....a group of young street punks and older men....the type that hung out on street corners in Bulawayo.  The guards brought them over to face the platform. 

There were about three dozen men in the group.  They milled around - waiting.  And then Erik saw what it was they were waiting for.  Three guards emerged from a doorway leading a white woman by a leash around her neck.  Her hands were bound behind her back.

  Erik recognized the woman....it was his wife, Pamela!!!  They marched her to a spot in front of the platform and turned her to face the crowd.  Her face was tearstained - she had been crying.  Erik began to make a fuss.  He attempted to go to her and when he did that, one of the guards held him while the other man punched him in the gut three or four times.  

  “Be a good boy,” the man beating him said to him cruelly. 

The blows on his solar plexus and liver hurt terribly and Erik fell to the ground in a heap.  Rolling around in the dirt, he groaned in pain, fear and frustration.  Some part of him wanted to stay on the ground.  He didn’t want to see what they were going to do to his wife.  Now he understood why Mutumbami was so confident and smug. 

The men who had brought Pamela to the platform had full control of her.  Whatever they had done to her before had made her very compliant and submissive.  She didn’t offer any resistance when they began stripping her. 

Pamela was a tall, sturdy, well-built, brown-eyed 38 year old blonde mother of three, but she was like a doll as the big guards pulled off her blouse and her skirt.  Now, she was down to her bra and panties.  She had two teenaged children:  a boy of 18 and a girl 16.  She was still nursing her third child - a 12 month old baby boy.

  No one but her husband and her doctor had seen her so exposed.  She was blushing from her cheeks down to her breasts.  She didn’t know where to look.  She kept wringing her hands.  She was so self-conscious - it was painful.  The leader unsnapped her bra and she felt her nipples pucker in fear and shame.  As he pulled off her bra, she sucked in her breath as the crowd became more abusive.

  They had been taunting her, but now they hurled insult after insult at her.  Telling her how they would fuck her.  The verbal assault hurt...the cruel words like stinging arrows in her flesh.   As her big white tits, as large as grapefruits, with their protuberant brown nipples and aureoles were exposed and swayed, bobbed and bounced, some of the men, seeing her big tits, called her a “cow”.

  Pamela winced, as she was a nursing mother and her breasts these days were for her baby.  She had nursed both her older children for more than a year each and her youngest was still at her breast three or four times a day.  To have her swollen milk laden mammaries on display for this mob was a horror to her.  Like her husband she had been raised to think of blacks as less than human. 

She was sexually humiliated.  Mutumbami had the guards stand Erik up so he could watch his wife being degraded.  Erik didn’t know where to look.  He was horrified as his wife was stripped in front of him and all that black street trash, and kept turning away from the sight in front of his eyes.

  “Let her go....let her go,” he started pleading.

  Mutumbami just grinned.  He knew this was going to drive the old white farmer nuts.  Erik, at 48, was a good twenty years older than his tormentor....

  Pamela, meanwhile, still had her panties on.  The leader made a motion with his hand and told her to take them off herself.  He wanted to humiliate her totally... and making her take an active role in her own debasement was a nice sadistic touch.

  “Take ‘em off and show us your fat white ass, cow,” is how he put it.

  She looked at the men and then at the crowd and blushed furiously as waves of humiliation overwhelmed her.  She was wearing full-cut, white, cotton panties.  She hooked her thumbs into the waistband and slowly pulled them down and kicked them off.  Her tits bobbed and jiggled and her nipples stood up like swollen thumbs.  They mob went wild now that she was naked. 

Now that she was completely nude, the guards turned her way and that.  Pamela was mortified.  Never in her whole life could she have imagined that she would have to strip down in front of kaffirs.  The men jumped up and down and howled as Pamela was exhibited to them.  

  She instinctively used her right hand and arm to cover both her tits and her other hand cupped her pussy.  Her white skin made her stand out in the mid-day sun.  The leader made her put her hands down at her sides.  Then he began feeling up her tits.  As soon as he squeezed them, droplets of milk appeared on the tips.  Pamela groaned in shame.

  Seeing that she was lactating, he began to milk her.  Soon he had her tits oozing. He kept milking them and they began to drip and then squirt milk.  Pamela covered her face with her hands.  She was so embarrassed.  One of the most private, personal and loving of bodily functions was on display for the amusement of a rowdy crowd of animals.  Something he did, or a sound, or just her own body provoked the “let down” response, and Pamela’s tits swelled and then began spraying her milk.

  The crowd, seeing this, began calling her “cow” and bellowing with delight.  Pamela looking down saw two big, black fingers pinching and pulling on her engorged nipples to make her milk squirt and spray.  She closed her eyes as this was mental torture for her.  She was blushing so much it seemed to hurt.  She prayed silently for this to stop. 

Pamela began sobbing softly as he milked her for the mob’s enjoyment.  Pamela closed her eyes and bit her lip; there was nothing she could do to make him stop.

The mob milled about, as close to the platform as the guards would permit. They had been drinking beer since the morning and, now at 2 o’clock, the mood was soccer match loud and angry.  Barefoot and naked, Pamela was in for an ordeal. 

“You need to watch, Mr. Pieters,” Mutumbami said to Erik in a mocking tone of voice.

Erik stared at the crowd; then at Pamela and grimaced.  The platform was just a few feet high with a small step; the guards pushed Pamela up and onto it. Her large white full globes with her big brown erected nipples oozing and dripping milk had brought the crowd to a fever pitch.  The noise was deafening.  Erik looked on in horror as his wife had been made the center of attention in a sick exhibition. 

“Let her go, Mutumbami.  I’ll do whatever you want, I swear.”

  “You’d promise me the moon right now, Mr. Pieters.  But, you just watch.  This is what you need.....”

  The mob continued to yell obscenities and make rude gestures – verbally assaulting Pamela and Erik wanted to cover his ears and his eyes.  His wife was naked in front of kaffir hooligans and there was nothing he could do about it.

  The leader made her put her hands by her sides and turn around.  Then he buckled a leather belt tight around her waist.  In the middle of the belt in the back there was a thin, rough leather strap - about 4 feet long.  

  It had a thumb-sized, wooden plug threaded on it, so that the plug could slide up and down on the strap.  As they turned her to bind her wrists, Pamela had the strap dragging behind her, like a tail.

The guards tied her wrists and pulled them over her head to tie them to hooks on either side of the post.  Pamela, now bound for whipping, was standing flat on her feet, with a little slack in her bonds.  Then, the leader reached underneath and grabbed the strap.  He took hold of the plug and greased it up with something he had in a tube. 

He separated her asscheeks and grinning as he wormed the plug around, got it right at her tightly clenched anus and pressed it against her asshole.  Pamela tried to resist the intrusion into her tightly clenched orifice. 

“Oh, no.....Oh………pleeeeease…..no……please…..please no…not…there……please…oh…..uh…..oh……..uhhhh…uhhhh,” she protested. 

He kept pressing and, with a twisting motion, forced it thru her tight anal sphincter.  Once he had it fully seated in her rectum, he pulled the strap tight between her cheeks and over her cunt lips. Eventually the thin strap would work its way in between the lips of her sex to torment her also.  He pulled it forward and hooked it to the pole.

The plug in her rectum was an uncomfortable intrusion into her most private orifice.  It had been lubed and the grease heavily laced with the hottest Indian chili powder.  It was already starting to burn.  Feeling the building, hot sensation, Pamela began wiggling and squirming. 

They didn’t fetter her ankles.  The position would become a torture after 5 minutes with her arms over her head and the thin, rough strap, tight in her crack, was already chafing. 

Pamela began to pull on the ropes binding her and squirm.  Feeling the burning plug in her asshole, she began to wriggle her butt. Seeing her “dance” the mob reacted too. 

“Hey slut, sit on my cock and wriggle like that,” someone yelled, making the others clap, laugh and mock her.

  Pamela wanted to die.  Feeling the plug in her shit-hole burning hotter and hotter, she squeezed her cheeks together, seeking some relief.  The mob liked it when she clenched her buttocks.  The chili powder continued to burn and irritate her asshole and it got much worse as time went on.   She squirmed and as she did so the strap slipped between her labia and rode in her crack.  

  She quickly discovered that squeezing the muscles in her asshole was a mistake because it increased the burning sensation.  It felt like someone was holding a lit match to her anus when she did that.  She felt like she had entered “hell”.  

  There was no set number of strokes for her whipping; it was up to the leader.  He was going to use a whip made from two 18” lengths of automobile fan belt mounted on a 12” wooden handle.   He held it casually in his right hand - came over and patted her ass with the handle.  Pamela looked back fearfully over her shoulder.

“Oh God,” she whimpered.

  Erik’s stomach was in knots as he watched his wife, now stripped and bound to a post, ready for her whipping.  He would have taken her place if he could.  He hated Mutumbami more than ever.

“You don’t have to do this,” he said, turning to Mutumbami.

  “Oh, but I do, Mr. Pieters,” Mutumbami said grinning at him.

  Meanwhile the preparations for Pamela’s whipping continued.  Erik was sick now that he realized there was nothing he could do to stop it.  He watched, along with everyone else as her tormentor teased her buttocks with the handle.  Running it slowly and teasingly up and down her crack - making her clench. 

This set a fire to roaring in her shit-hole and she bounced up and down on her toes - doing a little “dance”.  It was sickening to her how easily they were able to make her humiliate herself.  Her tits continued to ooze and drip milk...

  He ran the handle up and down the crack of her ass and then poked her with it to simulate sodomy.  She clenched her cheeks to deny him entry and whimpered at the violation.  Every time she clenched, it burned.  

  ‘She has a big, fat, white ass - perfect for the whip’, her tormentor thought to himself as he studied the flesh before him.

  He spent a moment and took each of her fat hinds in his hands and bounced them lewdly up and down.  The mob began howling like banshees at this.  Finally, he took a position behind her.

  “Are you ready, cow,” he asked her?

  “Oh God....no....please....no.”

  He began whipping her, making the fan belt lashes land heavily on her full buttocks.  Each blow sounded like a firecracker.  He made sure he landed a few low – to strike her on the “crease” – the area between her butt cheeks and her thighs. He whipped the backs of her thighs too.  Soon her buttocks and thighs began to show the heavy marks of the belts with angry red stripes appearing after each blow.  

  She had begun to sweat heavily now too, and hugged the post, shaking under the lash.  Her sweat ran off her ....and as she pressed herself up the post, she compressed her tits and this made her breasts leak.  She was a wet and messy doll ......sweating and jerking in her bonds as each blow landed.

  Erik kept looking and then turning away.  He was in hell too.  When he tried to turn away, Mutumbami had the two guards force him to watch as his wife was whipped.

  Pamela grunted during the first five or six, and then began to groan and finally cry out as her tormentor really laid the whip on her.  She clenched her cheeks involuntarily, but the strap between her legs and the plug in her ass hurt so - she was working hard to concentrate and keep herself from clenching.  

  Without being able to tighten her asscheeks against the blows, they hurt so much more.  The caused a raw, red stripe to appear with each blow.  She lost control, at one point, and humped the post - like she was fucking it and this made the mob yowl in delight.

  “Lookit the whore fuck the pole.”

  She hugged the post and groaned in pain every time she lost control and clenched her butt cheeks.  As long as she didn’t squeeze her asshole, the capsicum burned low.  When she lost control, it flared up hot and nasty. 

Her plump globes were alive as they jiggled and quivered in between blows as she tried to shake off the pain.  It was erotic, the way her ass cheeks danced.  The plug in her rectum, the strap tight in her crack and the belt landing on her butt made her dance, and got the mob to count the strokes, clapping and yelling at each one. 

“Twelve….thirteen…..fourteen….fifteen.” 

Her cheeks were on fire.  When a stroke landed on a fresh spot it hurt so badly.  When the tips landed in her crack, Pamela screamed in agony.

  “Oooooooowwwwwwww…….ooooooooHHHHHH!”

  “Oh God …OOhhhhh, Ooohhhh God…..oooowww…..uuuuhhhh,” she cried out.

Pamela began sobbing like a baby as the blows turned her ass into two red, raw slabs.  Her tormentor was a tall, lean thug with a long arm and he landed plenty of heavy ones on the full fat meaty portions of her ass.  Her butt was soon criss-crossed by red weals and swellings where the strokes had overlapped.

  Her face was wet with tears when the count reached 25.  When he laid on five hot, hard ones fast - she fainted.  Mutumbami held up a finger to call a halt.  The leader nodded and stopped.  Pamela’s buttocks were thoroughly beaten.   Many of the weals would soon turn purple. 

The mob’s blood lust had been given a shot when Pamela fainted.  They would have liked to have the woman turned over to them, but it was not to be, as the guards untied her and hustled her away.  The crowd would have liked more, but they had been given their little show.

  Erik took his wife’s whipping very hard.  He cursed the ‘black devils’, as he called them under his breath.  He hung his head in pain and shame – his hands balled up into fists in his pocket.

Mutumbami stood in front of him and said, “Drop the suit, Mr. Pieters and avoid associating with the resistance.  What you’ve seen here today ....well....you don’t want to come back here again.  You be smart now.”

  Eric was released.  Pamela was returned to him the next day.  She didn’t know he had seen her ordeal.  He didn’t want to admit, at first, that he had been forced to watch and couldn’t do a thing to help her.  She didn’t blame him, for she was a supportive wife.  Erik kept apologizing to her, feeling totally responsible for what happened to her.

Chapter 3

The Theater

Both of them tried to get on with their life, but two months later, after having written a letter to one of the white resistance newspapers, Erik got a call.  The voice warned him that he was courting trouble again and then hung up.  He was now on high alert.

  He had to go to town and worried about leaving his wife alone.  So, he dropped Pamela off at friends so he could run his errands.  He was just getting out of his car when he was accosted on the street by three goons - state security types. 

“Come with us,” they said as they cuffed him and whisked him off.  He soon realized where they were headed and he silently cursed his fate.  He knew that he was in for it.  But he hoped they had not gotten to Pamela.  The ride was a torment as he worried about what was in store for him.  He was taken directly to Mutumbami.

  “Well, I see you didn’t take my advice,” the security chief said without a smile on his even black features.  

“Look, Mutumbami, all I did was write a letter.”

  “Yeah, that’s right.   You still don’t understand, do you?  Well...... when you do something we don’t like......you have to pay.  It’s that simple.  And it’s that time again,” he said with a lock of mock concern on his black face.

  “Look, I’ll write another letter.  I’ll deny what I wrote.”

  “It’s too late for that, Mr. Pieters.”

  Mutumbami and two tall guards with facial scars took Erik over to the other side of the compound.  This was the wing where he’d heard someone being tortured. They brought him to a special room.  Other than two chairs, there was nothing in there but a big glass window covered by a curtain.  It was dark - there was no light in the room other than what shone in from the hall.

  They sat him down in front of the curtain.  They bound him hand and foot to the chair.  Then they gagged him.  Once seated and bound, Mutumbami pulled up a chair to sit just behind him to his right.  He began chuckling.  

  This unnerved Erik, but what was behind the curtain really riveted him.  He had a feeling that Pamela was behind that curtain.  Then one of the guards closed the door and they were in the dark.  Some light shone thru the curtain.   There was another room on the other side of the window.

“This is a theater, Mr. Pieters,” Mutumbami announced to him.  “On the other side of the curtain is the stage.  You’re gonna see things there you’ve never seen before.  Things you won’t believe.  Things you won’t forget for as long as you live.  Let’s listen in first.”

There was a big speaker mounted on the wall to their right.  One of the guards went over and turned the dial on a small box by the light switch.  Erik could now hear voices.  It was two men and a woman.  He heard her voice – Pamela’s.  Teary, but hers. 

“Oh PLEASE, LET ME UP....PLEASE, I CAN’T TAKE IT ANY MORE....IT HURTS.....LET ME UP...PLEASE.....OW...OW...OW.” 

Erik was totally transfixed at what he was hearing.  It was awful….but he wanted to see too.  He wanted to see what they were doing to her. 

“Ah, your wife,” Mutumbami whispered from behind him. “Do you want to see her?”

  Erik could only nod.  The guard went over to the curtain and pulled on the cord.  What greeted Erik’s anguished eyes was the sight of his wife, seated on a wooden armless chair.  Her hands had been pulled behind her through the chair’s slats and secured with handcuffs.

She was wearing shorts and a sleeveless white blouse, but they’d pulled down her shorts and her panties so that she was sitting on her bare ass.  Her blouse had been pulled open and her tits were out of the bra cups.  Her nipples were swollen and puffy.  A guard sat next to her on a stool with a bored look on his face.

  Pamela’s eyes were shut.  It was obvious she was in pain.  Erik didn’t see it at first, but then one of the guards pulled her legs up and propped them up on a box, that’s when Erik saw what was hurting her.  

  She was sitting on a wooden wedge with a very sharp edge.  It was fixed it to the seat and her tender pussy slit and ass crack were being cleaved by the sharp edge of that wedge, with nothing to protect her.  Now with her feet up, there was even more pressure on her slit.  They had been letting her sit for awhile and now they propped her legs up to make it hurt in a different way.

  “Please ….Please…PLEASE…..it hurts…..please…let me up...PLEASE.”

  She squirmed on the hurtful wedge. 

“Watch this,” one guard said to his comrade as he pushed the play button on a portable tape recorder he had in his hand.  As Erik watched, the sound of a baby crying could be heard.  As soon as Pamela heard it, her breasts began to swell and then spray milk.  They had taped her baby crying and now, her “let down” response kicked in.

The guard, with the recorder, came over and tapped on her swollen tits.  They were full and tight.

“They’re tight as a drum, aren’t they, cow?”

  “Oh God.....they hurt....let me go please.  Pamela had finished nursing her son about 30 minutes before they picked her up.  Now that she could hear him crying, her breasts responded and they filled with milk for a nursing session.  Unless they were emptied, her tits would soon ache....

  He put down the recorder and picked up a glass jar.  He held it up in front of her face and said to her, “you’re gonna need to have those big milk pots emptied....isn’t that right, cow?’

  “Oh God....let me go.....please.....”

  He grabbed her right tit by the aureole and began squeezing and pulling her nipple to milk her.  Just like the udder on a cow.  Pamela began spraying into the jar.

  “Please, that’s for my son.....this is wrong....please....”

  “I’m gonna give your milk to my dog,” he said leering at her.

  He continued to milk first one tit and then the other.  Squeezing and pulling ........Pamela kept her eyes closed as it was a huge humiliation to have this done to her. When he had the jar half-full, he stopped.

  “You play with her,” he said to the other guard.

  “No.....please don’t ......please,” Pamela begged.

  The other man licked his lips and bent down to bite and then suck on her left tit.  He worked at draining that one, before he switched to her right tit.

It hurt when he bit them and it made her cry out.  When he began sucking on them like a baby, it felt good to her to have them drained, but the sheer mortification she felt as having a kaffir thug doing it was a torment.  He continued until he had his fill from both of Pamela’s big, brown teats and then he sat down on the stool again next to her. 

He picked up a stick, about 18” long with three split ends.  Grinning evilly at her, he smacked her right tit with it.  It made a sick sound when it landed; and the blow indented the soft flesh of her breast.  The split ends trapped and pinched her leaky nipple.

  “Oooooooooohhhhhhhhhhh,oooooowwwww,” Pamela moaned.

  Erik sat there in agony.  He writhed and struggled in his bonds, seeing what they were doing to Pamela.  He felt so helpless.  Pamela started sobbing again, like a little girl. The wedge in her crack was hurting more the longer she sat on it.  The edge had chafed her pussy, perineum, and anus until she could not sit still. There was nothing she could do to make it hurt less.  And when she moved, the guard grinned at her and smacked her tits in turn.   

  When he held up the stick, menacing her with it, her face was filled with fear as she looked first at the stick and then at him.  Each cruel ‘smack’ made a sick sound when he smacked her puffy nipple with it.  

  “OOOOHHH....UHH....OH....OH, THAT HURTS.....OHHHH!”

  Every time he hit her, the impact of the blow made her tit ripple with pain.  And when he got the three split ends right on her nipple, it pinched it painfully.  After being struck a dozen times, Pamela’s nipples had swollen up so much – they were the size and color of big, purple grapes.   Her nipples being wet with her milk had made the blows hurt even more....

  “Please stop....please....please....it hurts.....oh....oh...it hurts.”

Mutumbami edged closer to Erik and whispered to him, “I’m gonna keep her on that seat for another hour.”

  The other guard said something to Pamela that Erik couldn’t hear.  But it got a reaction from her, because she began sobbing harder.  Then he began milking her again into the jar.  He had about 5 ounces filling it now.  He joked with the guard about feeding it to his dog...... or did his comrade want to drink it? 

After 5 or ten minutes of milking her, he let the other guard smack her sweaty tits again.  She winced and groaned after each blow.  He went back to work on her nipples and treated them to plenty of hot smacks.  He took his time - working methodically to hurt her. 

Pamela continued to sob as he whipped her over and over again on both nipples.  She had nursed all her children and felt that her breasts were her most female possessions.  They were for her husband’s pleasure and to feed her babies.  Now, they were providing sick perverted pleasure to these savages.  Pamela was tormented in mind and body....

  Erik was beside himself behind the glass – revolted by what he saw.  Mutumabami kept him watching his wife being punished for another hour.  By that time, Pamela was sobbing and begging them like a child as the two guards had fun with her.  

  The guard who had milked her grabbed Pamela by the hair. He unzipped his khaki shorts and pulled out his cock and balls.  She stared at his rampant erection right in her face.   His hard penis reared up from the kinky black hair at his groin.  He stroked the shaft, rolling the foreskin back so the glans showed shiny, red and polished with the wetness already leaking from the tip. 

He grinned as he enjoyed displaying his hard, hot dick to her.  She was obviously intimidated by his rampant cock....his powerful black maleness.  She had never seen a black dick before.  In fact, Pamela had never seen another male organ but her husband’s and the penises of her two boys.  She was surprised at the organ’s size; it was longer and thicker than her husband’s.

  He began rubbing the head of his cock all over Pamela’s face - smearing his pre-cum in little snail trails all over her face.  Then, upping the degradation level higher, he forced her mouth open, yanked her head around by the hair and made her take it in her mouth.  He got her mouth engulfing his hot, hard dick.  The other guard took out his longer, but slimmer penis and stroking it.  He watched and his erection grew at what Pamela was being forced to do. 

And when she flattened her tongue so he could run the length of his dick over its silky surface, getting it wet and harder, the guard winked at his comrade and chuckled at her sluttish behavior.  Soon the man had his dick all the way in her mouth and she was sucking on it like a baby….

  At first she couldn’t take much of his length into her mouth.  Sucking and working it with her tongue and lips, she wanted him to please him so he wouldn’t hurt her tits anymore.  But when his cock touched the back of her throat, Pamela gagged.  Then he grabbed her by the hair in one hand and with his dick in the other, made her take more of it.  Pamela’s mouth began drooling…...getting all wet and messy.  

Soon, he was forcing his whole cock into her mouth – just face fucking her.  He would do that for a few moments, and then give her a chance to breathe. 

He commanded her, “Suck it”. 

With her hot mouth engulfing his organ, it reached its full erect size, and taking the whole thing became a challenge for her.  He forced it to the opening to her throat - past the back of her tongue and this made her gag over again and again.

Erik was beside himself.  He was in a state of shock seeing his wife having to suck a kaffir’s dick.  He stared and hated himself for looking!

  Pamela coughed and gagged and he took it out to let her get a breath.  With her eyes tearing, her nose running and her mouth salivating like mad, she was a sloppy mess.  He let her catch her breath and then he grabbed her hair – yanked her head around a little and then holding his dick in one hand like a weapon - forced her to suck it again. 

When she sucked him expertly, he praised her.  When she displeased him, he took his dick out of her mouth and slapped her face with it.  It was very humiliating.....

  When he went slowly, she only gagged a little.  But when he began reaming her faster and deeper, she drooled and gagged, coughed and sputtered.  Her throat muscles tightened involuntarily every time she felt his big dick touch the back of her tongue.  She struggled to control her gag reflex, but it was very hard. 

He grabbed her head in both hands and fucked her mouth.  The slow, rhythmic pace was gone.  Pamela began to feel that she was going to choke.  Her throat tightened up, no matter how hard she tried to relax.  She was drooling madly; her saliva dripped down to wet her milky tits....

  Pamela tried not choking on all the saliva and pre-cum pooling in her mouth.  She couldn't swallow it all, so it just dribbled and ran over her lips and down her chin, getting her tits sloppy and messy too.  When his hips did a little jig and he ejaculated, it squirted out of the corners of her mouth.  He made her swallow his load.  She coughed when it was over and it was a very sloppy cough. 

The second guard used his dick to tease the wet, sore tips of her tits.  When he was able to make her squirt a little milk, he made sure to smear his pre-cum with her milk.  Then, he put his dick in her mouth to make her clean it.  He came very quickly in her mouth and when he was done spurting hotly and wetly into her mouth, he let her spit it up. 

Most of his semen and her saliva landed on her tits. He used the head of his dick to wipe it up, and get some of her milk mixed with it.  Then, he presented it to her mouth.  Fearing another beating on her sore nipples, Pamela dutifully licked him clean.  He repeated it making her swallow most of the semen she spilled.

  Finally, they released her from her bonds.  She could barely stand from the pain between her legs and had to walk with her legs held open.  Her breasts....the tips were so sore and swollen from being roughly milked and beaten that she couldn’t stand to put her bra back on.  She would find her next nursing session with her baby a very uncomfortable experience.

  “That’s your lesson for today, Mr. Pieters,” Mutumbami told him when they took his wife out. “Your wife will have to pay us a visit every time you do something we don’t like.  Make sure you don’t force us to pick her up again.”

  Then they released him.  Later that day, Pamela was dropped off at the front gate of their farm.  Erik toyed with the idea of not telling her that he had witnessed her ordeal, but in the end he confessed that he had been a witness.  He held and comforted her.  The next day Pamela told Eric that from now on, he needed to lay low and not cause trouble.  This started an argument, as Erik had been stubborn all his life and didn’t cotton to bending before the “kaffirs” as he called them. 

Erik was also upset seeing how his wife had sucked their two cocks so expertly.  He knew she had been forced, but it disturbed him all the same.  What Mutumbami was doing to them was slowly destroying them as a family....

  “Unless you want to see me hurt and molested again, you need to back off,” Pamela told him angrily.   She was frustrated and frightened.

“Of course I don’t want anything else to happen to you, sweetheart, but do we want to give in to these dogs?”

  Husband and wife continued to argue.  Pamela had been thoroughly intimidated by her experience at the hands of the kaffirs.  She had always feared the blacks; and had been ready to believe all the myths about them.  What they did to her had affected her.  She had never been in a situation where she was the mercy of cruel men.  It made a huge impression on her.   She didn’t want to be back in that room again either.   So, she begged Eric to back off, but he was not ready to lie down. 

Chapter 4

The Breeding Session

And so, two months later, he was back in the “theater” - bound and gagged in the dark facing the dreaded curtain.  He was dragged there screaming and kicking this time.

“I have a report that you went to that rally.  That group is full of racists and troublemakers, Mr. Pieters.  You knew when you went there; you were going to have to pay.  So, you’re back here again.  And now it’s time for more punishment, Mr. Pieters,” Mutumbami told him.

  The closed curtain was ominous.  Eric sat there in the dark, shaking. 

Mutumbami leaned in close and whispered to him, “Shall we listen in again, Mr. Pieters?”

  Erik groaned and hung his head.  He knew that his stubborn ways had put his wife in jeopardy before.  Now he wondered what they would do to Pamela this time.  The guard went to the speaker control on the wall and turned it up.  Instantly this is what Erik heard:

   “Get your panties off.”

There was the sound of Pamela whimpering and then a ‘slap’ was heard.  And then the sound of little girl weeping.  His wife was crying again.  Erik’s eyes began to tear up when he heard this.

  Mutumbami, seeing Eric’s response, motioned to the guard to open the curtain.  Here is what he saw: there was a table and a bed covered with a dirty mattress in the room now.  And there was Pamela and three men.  She was looking at them with fear in her eyes.  She had already taken off her blouse, bra and skirt.

Erik winced as he watched his wife having to strip on command for them.  She was standing there in her panties and looked so vulnerable.  She was holding her tits in her hands.  She was blushing and horrified as her nipples had erected again from fear and shame.   Mutumbami knew that the sexual fear of blacks was a potent weapon to use against whites.  Abusing a white woman, and in front of he husband was the ultimate. 

‘He was right’, Erik thought to himself miserably. ‘I’m seeing things in this room I’ve never seen before – and I don’t want to see, ever!”

They played the tape of her baby crying again.  And once again, Pamela felt the humiliation of having her breasts swell up, leak and then spray her milk.  They subjected her to a painful milking again.  Two of the men bit and sucked on her tits and the other man milked her into a jar.....squeezing and pulling on her teats like she was a cow.

  “Please don’t do this to me,” she pleaded....”My milk is for my son.”

  “Take off your panties, cow,” the leader commanded her.

  Pamela was slow to respond.

“Get them off, cow,” he barked at her.

Pamela slowly reached down and hooked her thumbs into the band of her cotton panties and pulled them down.  When she was naked, she didn’t know what to do with her hands.  She kept opening and closing them rapidly and then wringing them nervously.

  “Bend over the table. And spread your legs,” he said to her.

  Humiliated, she shuffled over to the table.  She bent over and lay down.  Her pussy was fully exposed in this position.  Pamela had a hairy cunt with prominent labia and a tight brown asshole nestled in her crack.  The grove between her full, fat buttocks was darker than the surrounding skin, which was snow white.

Then, the guards dropped their trousers and shorts to reveal three large black uncircumcised dicks.  Pamela alternated with closing her eyes and sneaking glances at their cocks as they were revealed.  Each man was lean and hard with skin so black it was almost purple.  Erik groaned as he saw what was coming and was helpless....so helpless to prevent it.

  Already hard, their dicks pointed up and look like truncheons.  Pamela licked her lips nervously.  One of the men came over and began to grab and squeeze her breasts, making her squirt again.  He took his time as he squashed her tits and pushed her thighs further apart to explore her sex.  Erik could see his wife’s wet labia, glistening as the man forced two big black fingers inside her sexhole. 

He rooted around, exploring the size and feel of her hole.  It was obvious she didn’t need any lubrication.  When he pulled his fingers out, they were connected to Pamela’s sex hole by long thick strings of vaginal mucus.  He jammed his fingers back in and was soon finger-fucking her steadily.

‘Please….Please….OH GOD…please….don’t do let them do this to her. PLEASE’, Erik prayed silently to himself.  

  “Notice how big their cocks are, Mr. Pieters.  In a few moments one of them is going to be stretching your wife’s pussy,” Mutumbami murmured to him.

  “OH....GOD NO......PLEASE DON’T DO THIS TO ME,” Pamela wailed!

  “I’ll bet it makes your little prick hard to see your wife getting ready to be fucked like a slut by these black men Mr. Pieters," Mutumbami taunted him.  The cruel black man sat like a wraith just behind him and kept taunting Erik....trying to cause him as much mental pain as possible.

  "Look at your wife's face as he fingers her pussy.  Look how she parts her thighs for him.  And this is just the beginning.   Look how wet her cunt is already -  dripping.  Look at that!”  

        

The leader took his turn fucking Pamela.  He kept her bent over with her elbows on the table and her head between her hands.  Her piss flaps glistened wetly in the overhead light partly hidden by the thick mat of dark brown pubic hair guarding her nest. 

Erik could see him enter his wife’s vagina.  He was amazed and sickened when his wife began to moan.  The man’s large organ went in deep and he took his time to work her cunt with it.  Pamela’s moans were keyed to what he did to her with his cock.  When he forced it in deep, she groaned.

When he pounded her fast and hard, the tall blonde mother began to go, “Uh…Uh….Uh….Uh….uH…Uh….Uh…..uh....OH....OH....OHHHHHH!”

  "Erik, look at the size of his dick.  Look at how he fucks your wife.   What a dirty SLUT she's becoming,” Mutumbami laughed, as he sat behind him.

          

He kept tormenting Erik, especially when he noticed that there was a bulge in his trousers.

  “I think you like the show, Mr. Pieters,” is how Mutumbami put it. 

Just then, light spilled into the room for a moment as another person entered and closed the door.  It was a lithe young black woman.  Mutumbami had arranged for her.  As Erik watched the man rape his wife, this woman pulled up a chair next to him and, to his horror, began to unzip his trousers. 

Following this she exposed his manhood.  His eyes went wide, then he jerked against the straps binding him, when he felt her take his hold of his penis.  He heard her breathing gently near his ear as she took his penis in hand and began to play with his prick and stroke him.

  Erik was already fairly erect when she entered the room.  Now that she was gently masturbating him, he groaned.  He didn’t want to be aroused.  He was ashamed that he’d gotten excited watching what they were doing to his wife.  But, it was almost impossible now to will his penis to go down - not with what the girl was doing to him.   Mutumbami wanted to mind fuck him totally.  And being masturbated while he was forced to watch his wife being raped was a terrible punishment.

  And so, gently and slowly, this young woman, about 19 or 20, kept sliding her hand up and down the shaft of Erik’s penis.  As his prick began to drool pre-cum, she spread it all over the head and underneath on his frenulum to wet the sweet spot.  When she sensed he was getting too close to cumming, she slowed down or stopped.  She had been instructed by Mutumbami to stretch Erik’s masturbation for as long as she could.  In effect, torture him.

  As this was going on, the leader came in Pamela’s pussy and kept his cock deep in her sheath to trap his load.  Pamela was sweating and moaning when he pulled his big dick out.  Then she closed her thighs and put her knuckle up against her mouth, to bite on it aimlessly.  She seemed to be in another world.  He brought his slimy genitalia around to her face.

“Clean it,” he said to her simply.

He made her use her mouth to clean his dick, balls, and inner thighs of all traces of sweat, semen and her vaginal secretions.  Then the second man started in on her.

When the first man had her cleaning his cock, the second man moved between her legs and took his turn.  When the second man finished dumping his load of potent semen into her cunt he came over to have his cock and balls cleaned.

Mutumbami then told Erik, sitting on his other side and just behind him, “My men are trying to impregnate her, Mr. Pieters,” he cruelly told him.

“What he’s doing is making it easier for his sperm to reach your wife’s eggs.”

  Erik watched as the man scooped out some of the first two men’s cum with his fingers from his wife’s pussy.  He grabbed her by the hair and made her open her mouth; then he wiped the other men’s semen on her tongue and then suck his fingers clean.  It was so disturbing to Erik....

  “I’ve picked more than 20 of my best men to fuck your wife silly this afternoon.  They’re gonna fuck the shit out of her until she’s pregnant with a black baby in her belly.”

  Erik groaned in his gag.  As he looked, the third man now had his cock in Pamela’s pussy and was pounding away.  He struggled not to cry.  Just then he saw the door open and watched six new men pour in - full of high spirits, laughing and slapping palms. They came in and started to drop their trousers.  The sound of their zippers opening was a horror for Erik.

To think that each and every one of them was going to fuck his wife was torture.  Erik was in hell.  When he looked up another black man was standing behind his wife’s ass - a very tall Zulu warrior type - who sported a long weapon of a cock. 

Over and over Pamela had to take one cock after another in her fertile vagina as Erik watched in horror, unable to turn away for even a moment.  He was riveted that he might miss something.  He knew that this was etching the worst horror on his mind – watching men fuck his wife and seeing how she responded. 

It was as if he was, in some weird way, hungry for more humiliation.  And the young black woman next to him, squeezed and stroked is penis – making it leak pre-cum.

Soon, Pamela was fuck happy.  They had worked her into such a state that she cried out for more, screaming in sheer uncontrolled lust.

"Fuck me!  Fuck me!  Fuck me you dirty sons of bitches! FUCK ME....FUCK ME....FUCK ME.... Cum in my pussy! CUM IN MY PUSSY....  I’m cumming… cumming.....I’M CUMMING....I’M CUMMMMMMMMMING!

Except for giving her some water Pamela was kept on her belly or on her back.  Her pussy became so sloppy with semen, that most of the men when they stepped up for their turn, wiped her down, before they would put their dick in her.  They used a towel for this and each time someone used it to clean her pussy, it became more soaked and disgusting.  Some of them took to stuffing the nasty, soiled cloth into Pamela’s mouth before they fucked her. 

Men stood around and critiqued each other’s performance.  Or cheered their comrades on, especially when one of them made her cum or humped her like a demon.  And, Pamela came frequently, as they took turns with her.  Much to her husband’s shame....

  When this group was done, another five or six big, strong men showed up.  Some men fucked her from behind with her bent over the table.  Some pushed her to the bed and fucked her with her legs on their shoulders.  Sometimes, when she came, her tits squirted and sprayed her milk. 

It was a very humiliating gang rape.  They were rough with her and pulled and pushed her around like a doll.  They all fucked her liked they hated her.  When this group had done the deed, another squad came in to take their place.....

  One of the men in this squad was a huge rhino of a man - muscular but with a big gut.  He was at least 6’6” and maybe as tall as 6’8” and probably weighed between 275 and 300 lbs.

When he got his turn with Pamela, he smiled from ear-to-ear.  His cock was half-hard and even then, it was enormous.  Pamela, who had been fucked by 14 men at that point, and whose pussy was loose and packed with semen, looked at it and her eyes popped open. 

He had a monster between his legs in a room full of big, hard, hot dicks.  He wiped Pamela’s pussy as clean as she could....and then with her on her back on the mattress, he pushed her legs to her milky tits and then got them on his shoulders.   His dick, as he got her ready, kept lengthening and stiffening.

He grabbed it - pulled the foreskin back and forth and said, “well, white cow – you’re gonna get stretched now....” 

Pamela moaned as she looked down and saw how big and thick it was. It was now fully erect.  It was at least a foot long and as big around as his wrist, which was considerable.  It seemed even thicker than it was long..... 

“Oh, God....it’s so big,” was all she said.

  She felt him rub her swollen, purple labia with the head of his huge dick.  He took his time and worked it into her pussy.  In a little....then out....then back in.  Erik couldn’t believe it would ever fit in his wife’s cunt.  Pamela had accepted her fate and was relaxing her sloppy wet vagina as much as she could to allow him access to her womanly depths.

He took a few minutes to work his dick in.  When it was about ¾ of the way he began to fuck her slowly.  Pamela kept up a steady stream of moans, grunts and cries as his big cock ironed out all the wrinkles in her cunt.  After a few minutes, when it had gotten it almost all the way in, he began to really put it to her.  He had stretched her so wide that even her labia were pushed into her sex-hole on the in-stroke.

  Most the semen that remained in her vagina was forced out of her moist folds as his thick shaft stretched her like a fat snake squeezing itself into a small hole.  

Her pussy juice and the semen from the other men wet his cock and could be seen streaking his coal black monster as he plowed her at different speeds.  

  He fucked her for all he was worth to be the one to make her belly swell.  Pamela began to howl like an animal when he really pounded her.  Then with a roar, he came and streams of semen were forced out of her as he pumped his cum deep into her hole.

The young girl jerking Erik off sped up her masturbation.  As Erik got closer to ejaculating, she played his penis like a violin.  She’d already made his penis drool so much his balls were wet.  When his breathing and stiffening posture told her he was ready, she jerked him off fast for a few strokes and then slow.....then went - slow – fast – slow -fast until he ejaculated.

  It happened just about the same time as the big man was hosing Pamela full.   Erik came like his soul was spurting thru his penis.  He groaned into the gag as the girl milked him sweetly all thru his spasms.  It was actually one of the most physically satisfying orgasms of his life.

  When the big man finally withdrew, Erik could see that Pamela’s cunt stayed open.  He could see up her vaginal sheath.  Rivers of semen ran and then drooled from her stretched cunt mouth to form a puddle between her ass cheeks on the dirty mattress.  

  He brought his softening monster over for Pamela to clean.  Erik watched as his wife dutifully licked the man’s balls, shaft and cockhead clean of her secretions and his semen.  This group having done its duty, the men dressed and left and the last squad showed up.  Pamela groaned when she saw more men unzipping their shorts.  They got her bending over the table and fucked her from behind, slamming their dicks into her hard and fast.  Pamela came again....

  The girl continued to play with Erik, as this was happening and he got erect again.  Watching Pamela take cock after cock, he could not help himself and even though it was terribly embarrassing, the young girl was able to jerk him off again to completion.  She left him with his lap wet and splattered with his semen. 

When it was all over, Erik’s lovely wife of 18 years had been fucked by 21 men.  They had filled her pussy to overflowing and beyond.  She had been in a world of soul-shattering uterine orgasms that surged from her pussy down her legs and up to her breastbone.  

  The “breeding session” over - Pamela lolled soaked and drenched in sweaty exhaustion on the soiled mattress.  She whimpered softly, moving her knees together and apart, waving them gently as her cunt spasmed and drooled its pearly treasure.  Her pubic hair was plastered down with sweat, her pussy juices (she had squirted several times) and semen.  It was all over her inner thighs and had run down her ass crack.  She was a mess...

  “Her pussy if so full....it’s kind of disgusting, don’t you think,” Mutumbami taunted Erik.

  Finished with her for the day, Pamela would be allowed to sleep and let the hot sperm find its way into her fertile womb and her eggs.  The silence after the last group of men left was deafening.  It was only then that Mutumbami released Erik and had the guards take him back to where they picked him up.

  They kept his wife for another week to make sure she was impregnated; and to use her as a sex slave to reward the guards and field agents.  When she came home, they both cried in pain, shame and humiliation at what had been done to her.  But what Erik had seen started another argument.  He was horrified that she had cum by being raped.  He accused her of betraying him.  Pamela, defensive about what had happened, wanted him to simply accept that sometimes a woman can’t control how her body reacts to such stimulation.

  Between this issue and Pamela wanting him to back off, they argued bitterly.  Erik wanted to examine his wife’s body.  She didn’t want him to do that.  She felt violated and was uncomfortable letting him; but Erik was persistent.

She seemed “OK” until he looked closer.   Then the marks on her inner thighs, the bite marks on her tits and her swollen nipples testified to the fact she had been used hard and put up wet.  But her pussy told the whole tale.  Her pissflaps were still swollen and purple....her clitoris seemed enlarged as it peeked out of its hood and her vagina was slightly open and a little slack. 

And she didn’t want to have intercourse with her husband.  She told him she felt too violated.  This started another argument.

  A week later, five security guards came to their farm house and despite Erik’s protests; Pamela was brought back for a second “breeding session”.  Once a week for the next two weeks, Pamela was “detained” at the Bulawayo camp for her “breeding”.  And there was nothing Erik could do about it.  For her part, Pamela dreaded the experience, but each time she experienced the hottest, most mind-blowing orgasms and this caused her much mental pain and guilt.

  After four such sessions, Pamela missed her next two periods, and her belly began to swell.  She was sick in the morning and her doctor confirmed it:  she was pregnant.  Her belly grew with a dark “pregnancy line” down the middle as the black fetus grew within her uterus.    

  Several times, during the next few months, Joshua Mutumbami had Pamela brought to the compound for fun and games.  He had begun to realize that the big, sturdy blonde was physically enjoying being ravaged.  It gave him a sick pleasure to continue to degrade her this way, knowing it was probably destroying her relationship with her husband.

  Since she was now pregnant with a black child, they had taken to fucking her in the mouth and ass.  When she let Erik examine her, after these visits.... and he looked at her ass, her angry brownish-red anal sphincter was mute evidence that she had been repeatedly sodomized.  Her anus had been stretched into a raw "O", like a toothless mouth.

Pamela eventually delivered a healthy nine-pound baby boy and nursed him for a year and a half.  They had no choice but for her to carry the baby to term and raise him, when Mutumbami told them both that they had to do just that.  He warned Erik if anything happened to that baby, it would cost him his life.  So the additional humiliation of Pamela having to bear and raise a black baby was forced on them as a family.  

  Erik was nearly out of his mind with what they had done to his wife and his whole family, but he promised his wife he would lie low.  But in time he did something that angered the government and was brought back to the “theater” for another hellish show.

  This was the worst session.  They had abducted his blonde 16- year old daughter and brought her to the “theater” for a “breeding session”.  Seeing his baby girl, Diana, forced to take one big, black dick in her virginal pussy after the other, finally broke him.  He never again did anything that attracted government attention.

  ©2008 Shabbadew2002