SOUTH AFRICAN GANG RAPE

By Shabbadew2002

Contact me at: shabbadew@ca.rr.com 

Five white wives were lounging and gossiping at the home of one of them in Polokwane early one Friday afternoon.  Four were married to businessmen who made their living as vendors selling to the South African National Defence Force.  All of their men that week were away on business.  Colonel Binda, commander of the Mechanized Brigade stationed in Polokwane, had been having them watched and decided he wanted the five white women for use as party favors for his officers.

The women usually gathered for a “hen party” at Pamela’s once a week as her home was the largest and her husband the most successful.  The “girls” liked to get away from their husbands.  The would congregate to drink, gossip and complain about the “new South Africa”.  As Gwen, her long-time red-haired friend whined about how hot it was, Pamela decided they needed a cool drink.

"There’s some cool tea in the refrigerator. I’ll get us some," Pamela said, “Linda would you help me?”

"Sure, we’re all parched."

As they headed into the house to fetch the tea, the gate to the yard opened and a big, black man appeared.

"Hello, ladies. Warm afternoon, isn't it?"

They all gaped in total shock.  He was in uniform and no one knew at first glance who he was.  Colonel Binda strolled into the yard full of casual assurance.  He was a big man with a gut, well over six feet and very black.  His close cropped hair could be seen when he took of his beret; so close cropped it appeared that his head was shaven.  Everyone in Polokwane knew Binda as the local Brigade Commander and a tough disciplinarian.

"What can we do for you," Pamela asked him startled?

"Well, ladies," the Colonel said genially, "We’ve met before.  I’m Colonel Binda.  I thought we might have a party.  My men could use a rest and you ladies look bored.”

“A party. Really,” Pamela said?

“Sure…sure….we’ve even brought the food and drink.  We like to get away and relax every once in a while.  And I can see you ladies are available this fine afternoon.”

“Well, we are just taking it easy ourselves,” opined Pamela.

At that moment, a virtual mob, all officers of the Mechanized Brigade, dressed in khaki uniforms, came filing thru the gate.  They gathered in a line behind their Colonel. And even the appearance of so many men filing into the spacious yard could not keep blonde Suzanne’s eyes away from the sjamboks several of the black men carried.

And most of them were grinning as if they were sharing a joke.  When Binda snapped his fingers there was a bustle of activity as men carrying wickerwork baskets opened them for inspection.  Pamela and Gwen came over to peer into the baskets.  Another of the officers produced a tray and paper cups.

Binda smiled again and said: "we brought wine and meat for a barbecue.  Our men will get the fire going.  The officers of the Mechanized Brigade come completely equipped for your pleasure.  We bring and offer wine because we are gentlemen.”

“Oh….ok,” said Gwen the redhead.  Pamela was just too stunned to say much of anything.

Binda passed out cups to all five women: "Ladies, we’re privileged to dine with you.  Five of you, twenty-five of us and plenty of wine to be enjoyed this afternoon.”

Four of the women were married and the youngest, Diana, was in a serious relationship. None of them did any socializing with blacks without their men present.  But the Colonel was the local Army Brigade Commander and their men all earned a living one way or another catering to the Army.  So, Pamela, confused, but unsure of what else to do, just went along with the program.  The others, looking to her for leadership, said nothing but exchanged meaningful looks.

At this, the women relaxed a bit and they were all standing at this point.  Binda introduced his men as more wine was poured.

Pamela was 38 and very full figured.  She was the oldest.  Suzanne was a tall willowy blonde of 27.  Diana was an astonishingly beautiful 20 year old brunette.  Gwen was a tall, buxom redhead of 32; and Linda was 24 years old, chubby, plain and brunette who dressed down.

Pamela stared feeling a bit awkward.  Five white women and twenty-five black men was a strange combination in South Africa.  She would try to be accommodating and had the men help her in bringing into the yard every chair in the house.  ‘Maybe this is all OK’, she thought.   Binda was true to his word and the baskets were laden with food aplenty.  Unless this was all a joke there was nothing to do but try and relax. 

Pamela wondered how he had happened to choose them.  It was all so quick.  She and the others smiled and tried to make small talk as twenty-five, big black men in ages from 21 to 40 men filled the yard.  There were five of them and 25 black men…. ‘Whew’, thought Pamela….

But white women, the traditional objects of desire for black men in South Africa after years of apartheid, were on the menu that hot afternoon by the corrupt Colonel. 

His men got a banked fire going in the fire pit and soon slabs of meat were on the grill and Styrofoam containers of food were being passed around.  The women were treated lavishly.  Men fetched them cups of wine and soon each woman had a paper plate of hot food.  They were seated in a semi-circle and were the objects of attention.  Everyone ate and drank and soon it didn’t feel so strange to the women. 

It was a novel experience and Pamela couldn’t figure out why Binda would suddenly appear on her doorstep, but the general atmosphere was festive and fairly pleasant.  Some of the men looked at her and the others in a feral way, but all men did that and she shrugged it off. 

Pamela was wearing a tight green top and tan shorts and she noticed that the men who talked to her took special notice of her D sized breasts.  Gwen was wearing a pink bikini top and black short shorts.  Suzanne wore a yellow sleeveless tank top and a tight khaki skirt.  Linda was wearing a non-descript cut-off sweat shirt and camouflage shorts. Diana was ravishing in a short navy skirt and peach colored tank top.  She had five or six men hovering around her like flies; and kept flirting with two of them.

Then as the meal wound down and a post meal glow set in…Binda got up and began to address his men.  He praised this one and that…and Pamela felt that this was probably normal for a commander at a social gathering…. to pat his men on the back.  Executives did it at company gatherings too.  When that was done, the Colonel turned his attention to the women.

“Ladies, don’t think I’ve left you out.”

Binda then went into an elaborate paean of praise for them and white women in general. Pamela found the speech somewhat disconcerting.  It was almost as if he was mocking them on some level, but she couldn’t quite put her finger on it.  When he was finished, he  bowed to them and the officers applauded…

“Take a cup ladies as the tray is passed around.  Men fill your cups.  I’m going to make a toast.  To the day’s entertainment. Drink up,” he said genially.

The men roared the toast and then began hooting and hollering.  The women sipped from the cups and felt varying degrees of nervousness at the toast.  What was the day’s entertainment?  They all swallowed the wine and put them down on the tray one man was carrying.

The “Beauty Contest”

Then Binda said, “Ladies, it’s time for the entertainment.  I think a beauty contest is in order.”

At this there was a lot of guffawing from the men.  The women looked at each other and didn’t know what he meant.  They had eaten, drank, listened to the men, nodded respectfully and laughed at their jokes…. A beauty contest….what were they talking about?

The Colonel looked at all the women, grinned,  and said, “now Pamela , you’re the hostess with the most-ess.”

He was smiling, rubbing his palms against his camouflage trousers as he grinned, real maniacal now.

"I am," Pamela asked quizzically?.

The Colonel nodded: "Oh, yes. OK… Pamela. Now, will you come over here."

Pamela nervously got up and came over to stand near him.

"Now, I want you to stand over there,” he said pointing at spot on the lawn, “and take off your clothes.  Try to do it with some enthusiasm, as the men will be judging you.”

“What…are you crazy,” she said, but she was trembling as she said it.

“Now, if you want to be a spoilsport, you can try, but my men can be very persuasive.  If you’re stubborn, we've brought sjamboks to encourage you to get into the fun.”

He pointed to several men who had the South African version of a riding crop dangling from straps on their wrists.  Pamela looked around at the men and the festive smiles were gone.  In its place was hard lust.  She looked at the men she had been chatting with who were so friendly just moments ago.  In every face was grim determination.

All the women were totally in shock and confused as to what to do.  Pamela felt her blood freeze.  She now knew why Binda had showed up with his mob.  She was trembling with fear and rage at the prospect of her and the others being abused by him and his goons.

‘He's a psychopath’, Pamela thought.  ‘But what can we do.  Perhaps he just intends to have some sport with us and then he’ll let us go’, she thought.

Pamela spoke up calmly: “Do you think that the authorities in Pretoria will tolerate this kind of nonsense?”

“You might force us, but our husbands would go to Army Headquarters in Pretoria and you’d be in very hot water," Suzanne chimed in, her voice breaking.

But the Army, under the ARMY VISION 2020 guidelines, was assuming more power in South Africa these days.  And the friction between whites and blacks had been mutating into new and strange forms.  This was certainly one of those…

Colonel Binda smiled. “Here’s the deal.  You’re gonna be cooperative, or you’re gonna feel it on your white asses.  And to make sure that we’re all still friends afterwards let me introduce you the Brigade’s photographer.”

A portly Indian named Amar came trotting over with his assistant - a scruffy “colored” boy.  Amar had a nice Nikon camera.  The boy was carrying a tripod.

“We’re going to take pictures.  Afterwards you may tell your husbands all about it if you want, but I know the Army better than you ever could - and I doubt that Headquarters in Pretoria will investigate the Motorized Brigade on your behalf.  If that should happen, you can be certain that the Internet will soon be flooded with high-resolution detailed photographs of each of you.  So my advice is to get into the spirit of the night’s entertainment unless you want to become notorious.”

Pamela and the others now felt trapped and frightened.  Pamela’s house was large and fairly isolated.  There would be no one coming to help them.  They were all feeling very scared now.  Pamela's mind raced and the conclusions she reached were not good.  Colonel Binda was willing to force them or blackmail them. 

Gwen was already imagining the worst.  She visualized what would happen after they had all been forced to strip naked for the men, all of whom had been drinking.  She knew at that point they would all be raped.  And because the details of her fate were already clear in her mind she worked to control her fear.  But when Binda looked at her directly, her resolve melted like butter in the hot South African sun and she indicated with her eyes ‘yes’ when the Colonel stared at her…and then put her eyes down.

Pamela was in turmoil, but now realized that she had let a nest of snakes into her home. She knew there was no real escape.  All she hoped for at this point was that they would not be molested after they were nude.  She walked like a zombie to the spot that Binda had pointed to.

All the eyes in the yard were fastened on the sight of Pamela’s fulsome figure as she reached down and grabbed the hem of her top - pulled it up and off.  Her huge tits were encased in a lacy semi-transparent cream colored bra.  Her large, dark nipples could easily be seen in the bra cups.  She shivered and it wasn’t cold.  She was very nervous and closed her eyes as she began unbuttoning her shorts.  When she dropped them there was an audible intake of breath and some murmurs from the men when they all saw the fabric of her semi-transparent nylon panties clinging tightly to her hips and ass and cupping her protuberant buttocks.

When she reached behind her to unsnap her bra, Gwen whispered some words of encouragement to her.  When her bra slid down and she pulled it off,  the slowly swinging shapes of her huge breasts could be seen.  Each one was as big as a gourd, hung down halfway to her waist and were capped with nipples that had to be seen to be believed.  As big as raspberries, as brown as coffee beans and sitting atop saucer-sized aureoles, they were monstrous and obscene.  Her mammaries were full and heavy and every movement of her body had them swaying and bobbing.

When she pulled down her panties, she tried to show a brave face but as soon as her big hairy pussy could be seen, the men began whistling and clapping.  Some made crude remarks and each one was a sharp arrow in her flesh.  When she was standing there in just her sandals, Binda had her turn this way and that and each move fanned her humiliation.  The men were just brutal in their comments about her charms. 

By the time Binda had ordered her to spread her legs to show them her fleshy pussy and then bend over and spread her buttocks, Pamela was sobbing softly and her nipples had gotten erect.   The aureoles had puckered and were covered with pebbly bumps.  It was obvious that either fear or excitement was at work…Amar and his assistant were busy snapping shots during the whole process….

“Men, score her,” Binda urged his men as she was made to turn this way and that.

Finally, he had her stand off to one side and brought up Suzanne.  She pulled off her sleeveless top quickly and then dropped her skirt and the men could see that she had very white skin, perky B cup breasts, fairly flat buttocks  and very long legs.  When she took off her bra and panties, her cupcake breasts displayed rose colored nipples and her pubic patch was straw colored.  She held onto her confidence and reserve, but when Binda told her to spread her legs open WIDE and pull open her pussy lips, ‘to show pink’, she broke down and refused.

Binda was as quick as a cobra and barked out orders.  Suzanne was grabbed by two men by her wrists, hauled over to a chair, forced over to put her palms flat on the seat - then the men held her there as her wide hips and modest buttocks were displayed for punishment.  She began whining, but it did no good as an older officer came over ….a squat compact man with very dark skin…almost blue-black.  He was brandishing his sjambok.  It was a parade model, only about thirty inches long. 

In the old days, such an instrument would be made from rhino hide.  But there weren't too many rhinos left so this one was made from cowhide; and it was a cruel tool.  He patted her on the buttocks and teased her with it.  Then he slashed her hard across her bottom.  She screamed at the pain as it left a nice red welt.  He hit her again down lower, close to the seam where her buttocks met her thighs.  Suzanne whined and began sobbing.  Many photographs were taken of her torture as he beat her.

“Are you ready to obey,” Binda asked her?

“Y…Yes,” she sobbed.

When he made her take her place again, she willingly spread her legs and pulled her labia apart showing the men everything she had.  The other three women who still had their clothes on looked on in horror.  Pamela kept her head down and had one arm trying to cover her huge mammaries and her other hand cupping her hairy pussy.  She was so hairy that having her hand there did little to conceal her treasures…

Binda made Suzanne show her asshole too.  The humiliation was very intense and Suzanne couldn’t wait to be taken out of the spotlight.  She took her place next to Pamela and the two exchanged teary glances.  Gwen was next and the fiery redhead took off her pink bikini top first and the men clapped at the exposure of her D cup breasts.  They seemed larger now that they were not imprisoned in her bra.  They were capped with strawberry colored, protuberant nipples and smaller aureoles.  Her black short shorts and her lacy black thong came off slowly and then the men could see she had beautifully shaped buttocks and thighs. 

Her Venus mound was fiery red and sexy-pretty.  She was a beautiful woman and the men cheered her at everything she did.  She displayed her pussy willingly, but the exposure of her anus made her blush madly from her tits to her cheeks.

Linda was next and the serious faced young woman slowly stripped off her sweat shirt and her shorts.  She wore a plain white cotton bra and white cotton panties.  When she removed her bra the men could see she had big breasts, pinkish-brown nipples and a fat tummy.  It was when she pulled down her panties that men standing close could see that there was a big wet spot in the crotch.  These men began taunting and mocking her - calling her a ‘slut’.  You could see the pain in her eyes as they called her names.  When she was completely naked, everyone was surprised to see that she was very hairy under her arms and between her legs.

And the shame she felt when she was called on to display her wet pussy, which glistened when she was made to peel open her labia, was palpable to all.  She had a dark brown anus sitting in a shadowy crack between her fat butt cheeks that could be seen when she was ordered by Binda to spread them.  She sidled over to stand next to the others, as Amar and his scruffy assistant earned their pay - recording it all for posterity and blackmail purposes.

Diana was last and she was truly a vision of angelic loveliness.  She wasn’t tall, perhaps 163 cm. (5’4”) or a little more but her figure was shapely and just perfect.  Her C cup breasts were capped with perfect nipples, she had a symmetrical v-shaped Venus mound, shapely legs, a round and delectable bottom, small hands and feet and the round face of a Aphrodite with green eyes, full lips and a beauty mark above her lip. 

When she took the tank top and her skirt off, she was gorgeous in her baby-blue matching panties and bra.  Her perfection made every man want to possess and ravish her.  She was tentative in her movements but her sexy vulnerability made her that much more attractive.  Binda made her turn this way and that and made sure to subject her to the indignity of having to display her pussy or anus too.  Men went wild seeing her fun zones on display.  Diana blushed prettily from her tits to her face.

Then Binda had the women line up for the “tittie exam”.  The women had to cup and heft their milkers and Pamela and Gwen were made to bounce up and down so their big tits would bob, jiggle and sway for the amusement of the leering officers.  Then with their hands placed submissively behind their heads, the women had to endure all 26 men, including the Colonel, examining their tits. 

The men formed a line and worked their way down through the women.  Some men cupped, fondled and squeezed.  Others were rough.  Some concentrated on the nipples – pinching, pulling and even twisting.  By the time all the men had their turn, most of their breasts were reddened and engorged with the nipples erect and swollen, especially Pamela and Gwen’s.

Diana was sobbing and so was Suzanne.  It was very humiliating, like being a slave girl or a hanging carcass of meat in a marketplace.  But it was to get even worse.  For following this degrading part of the “beauty contest”, Binda announced the “pussy exam”.  The women were forced to face away, bend over and spread their legs.  The men again got in line and worked their way thru the women.  This time, their fun zones were cupped, squeezed…labia were pulled, clitorises rubbed until they erected and the hoods retracted and vaginas were probed with one or more fingers. 

The officers roared as Binda worked his fingers, one-by-one into Pamela's fully displayed wet sex.  She was moaning loudly.  Laughing, the Colonel offered the officer behind him a turn at feeling her most intimate parts.

Substantial amounts of vaginal secretions were exuded to coat thick black fingers and glisten on pussy lips.  The most aroused: Pamela, Gwen and Linda, who’s vagina secreted thick, viscous strings of juice.  It was a terrible degradation to have their breasts examined like street corner whores, but the wholesale exploration of their womanhood was the ultimate.  Palm down and using two fingers several men, rubbing Pamela’s, Gwen’s and Linda’s G-Spots, made them spurt.  Every woman was blushing painfully when it was done.  Diana, Suzanne and Linda wept thru parts of the ordeal.

Then the woman had to stand, turn, and at Binda’s command - “pose”.  They were encouraged to stand in whatever way made them look most attractive. Some just put their hands on their hips.  Gwen put her hands behind her head and turned this way and that.  Diana put her arms behind her back and grasped her wrists with each hand, looking very vulnerable. 

Binda went down the line behind the women and held his hand over each woman’s head in turn.  He asked for a show of hands for each woman as a vote.  His adjutant, Lieutenant Colonel Makwabe, counted to get the totals.  There were categories: Best tits, best pussy and overall winner.  Pamela, surprisingly won best tits, Diana won best pussy for her pretty and tight sheath, and she also won overall.

As the winner she won a beer glass from the dining room filled to the brim with wine.  She was made to drink the whole thing.  She gagged and whined, but finally was able to gulp the half-liter (16 ounces).  It was not easy for her.  The winning line up was as follows: Diana 1st, Gwen 2nd, Pamela 3rd, Suzanne 4th and Linda was the loser.  Since she lost she was “punished”.  Her punishment: she had to kneel and kiss Diana’s ass.  At first, blushing and shamed by losing and then being forced to do this debasing thing, she just gave Diana’s gorgeous buttocks a peck. 

But Binda kept her at his and made her kiss each cheek from top to bottom and then spread open Diana’s butt cheeks to give her a series of wet kisses up and down her asscrack.  Finally, she had to kiss Diana’s anus.  Diana found the experience almost as humiliating.  Linda was completely mortified and couldn’t look anyone in the face when it was over.

Cocksucking and Fucking Tests

Then Makwabe had the men line up the five chaise lounges in a row.  This was now the drill: as part of the “beauty contest” the women would be judged on their cocksucking and fucking skills.  The 1st event: cocksucking.  The five women were made to kneel in a line and five men stood over them, pulled out their dicks and balls to receive some oral hospitality from each of the women.  When these five were done, the next five men would step up. And so on.  This ensured that each woman would have to give five blowjobs.  It was a tedious process.  The women had to do their best and it exposed each of their abilities in this area.

Some knew how to cup a man’s balls as they worshipped a cock.  Gwen was adept at getting a man’s cock very wet with her saliva and jerking him off with one hand to expedite the process.  Gwen blinked up at the male faces around  her.  The thing she noticed most were the white teeth as the Mechanized Brigade officers lashed her with mocking words. 

An act of humiliation they reinforced by turning Gwen's head from one towards yet another throbbing black cock after she finished with the first one.  She took as much as she could of it and sucked on it as though it were her mother’s breast; and  was soon rewarded with a mouthful of slimy ejaculate.  Following this, there was another man who took hold of her hair and lifted up her head to show her his curved cock, a long scimitar, nudging her lips.

Diana was a light kissing and licking cocksucker - a gentle lover.  And each of them had to deal with a “face-fucker” or two.  A man who liked to hold onto their heads or grab them by the hair and force their mouths back and forth until their saliva ran in copious amounts and got whipped frothy in the process.  During these ordeals, mascara ran, lipstick was gone, eyes filled with tears and noses ran too.  Diana, in particular, gagged and choked and at one point, it was too gross for her and she vomited a frothy yellow-white mess.

Pamela had drawn mostly “face-fuckers”. The first man held Pamela's hair in one hand and did his best to suffocate her by ramming her lips right down the length of his cock again and again, making her gag and drool.  Thick strands of frothy saliva soon hung from her lips and chin.  Pamela was snorting and snuffling through her nose and feverishly stroking his thighs in a mute plea for mercy, until she was suddenly released to fall down on her knees, face tilted back and dribbles and rivers of semen running down her chin and throat.

Not too surprisingly, Gwen won the blowjob portion of the “pageant”.  Her reward: she was given a slip of paper by Makwabe that he told her was a “get-out-of-jail” card.  He told her she would appreciate it later on….She looked at him puzzled.  All the women’s mouths were filled with the taste of semen.  For some, like Suzanne, it was a torment.  For others like Pamela, it was exciting, despite the humiliation.  Binda allowed the women, except Suzanne (he humiliated her by announcing that she was a “terrible cocksucker”) to rise.  The loser was Suzanne of course.  Her punishment: she had to kneel in front of a man with an obligingly full bladder.

Suzanne, on her knees, wondered what horror was next.  It was swift in coming.  She wondered if she had to suck off the man standing over her to redeem herself.  She steeled herself and make herself a promise that she would really try to do her best, but Binda told her to hold her mouth open and the man would piss in her mouth to rinse out the flavor of semen for her, since it was apparent she didn’t like the taste of a black man’s seed.

Suzanne gagged at the thought and begged Binda for a reprieve.  It was no use.  The young Lieutenant waggled his uncircumcised cock in her face and then holding it steadily began his stream.  The urine filled her mouth and ran out and down over her breasts in streams.  At one point she closed her mouth as she gagged and felt she was going to vomit.  The man continued to hose her.  He moved his dick up-and-down and from side-to-side to wet her whole face.  When he was done, Suzanne had been degraded totally.  She fell over in a fetal ball and just sobbed.  Several of the others, who had either stood and watched with horror stricken looks or were wiping their own faces clean of saliva and semen, came over to comfort her.  All of this had been recorded on film by Amar, of course.

The 2nd event was fucking in the missionary position.  The women were made to lie on their back on the lounges and spread their legs.  The men were lined up by Makwabe and each given a turn.  The others who were waiting their turns took positions on either side of the lounge to grab and squeeze the women’s tits and play with their nipples.  There was laughter from the men when Binda told them to do their best for “God and Country”.

"Failure to do your best means a session with the sjambok,” he warned the women.

Again each woman had to take on five men.  Each of the women found themselves being grabbed by lots of strong hands as they were penetrated, filled and thoroughly fucked. The men were all different.  Some were  gallant and even courtly…others were rough and cruel.  They were all in shape, tough and many were heavily endowed.  As the activities progressed, the women saw lots of sweating, muscular black bodies with gleaming powerful buttocks and biceps.  

Gwen was prepared for the men's pleasure - black hands pushed her down until she was in position. They took hold of her  calves and lifted her legs backwards over her body, so that she was displayed in the “diaper” position.  The officers holding her looked down and smiled wickedly.  The man who was to fuck her first wanted to hurt her before he began. 

So, Gwen wound up  screaming in pain as his sjambok slashed first across her spread  buttocks and then across the backs of her taut thighs.  Then he used his sjambok to slash vertically into her spread open crack.  It landed with a wet sound on the fiery red lips of her sex making her scream again.  Only after this did he force his rampant erection into her vagina.

‘Everything that was happening was clearly impossible in the real world’, Diana decided. ‘It had to be a dream and very soon reality must break through’.  She saw Pamela spread open - her hairy pussy on full display.  Diana accepted her fate numbly as fingers began groping her tits and tried to distract herself by looking at the black hands squeezing Pamela's breasts, in the lounge chair next to hers, as Colonel Binda himself forced his thick dick into the older woman.  From every angle there was the popping flash which went off as Amar's camera caught the women’s degradation. 

Yet even Diana's humiliation at seeing her older, mentoring friend fucked like a common slut took second place to her own reaming.  She had drawn a hot young buck for her first sexing and he had a long, hard sword of a cock.  He teased her hole with it and then he squeezed all of it in until he made her squeal.  Then he thrust hard into her to give her the fucking of her life.

The “Tripod”

Soon, she was bucking and humping him back and when they both climaxed within seconds of each other it was a deeply satisfying orgasm for both.  Most of the men were in the 15 to 20 cm. range (6”- 8”) when it came to the length of their cocks, but there was one man, a Captain, a big rhino of a man who had a dick that was every bit of 24 cm.  (9 ½”) long and as thick as a beer bottle.  When Diana drew him she screamed and cried as her vagina was virginal, tight and relatively shallow.  She could not take his full length no matter how hard he tried to get it all inside her.  The men all called him the “tripod”.   By the fourth man, the women were sweating, their pussies slimy with their own secretions and the heavy loads of semen.

The 3rd event had the women on their elbows and knees taking cock after cock in their pussies in the “doggy” position – which truly allows for the deepest penetration. Pamela's was a good looking if not a beautiful woman, with her huge breasts hanging down as she waited for her rider.

"That woman is gonna be a good fuck," Diana heard the officer getting ready to fuck her say about Pamela. 

Then a hand spread her own legs looking for her sex-hole as two men petted and squeezed her cupcake tits.

"I think this little juicy cake will give me a great ride once I get my black dick in her,” her rapist said.

Pamela had drawn the “tripod” .  She bellowed like a cow in heat as he forced in every inch of his prodigious penis.  She yelped and arched her back as he began the task of thoroughly fucking her.  Some of the other  men came closer, to feel and slap her big white buttocks as she was mounted like a cow being ridden by a bull.  Pamela's eyes rolled back and harsh guttural sounds came out of her throat.  Popping flashes from Amar’s Nikon went off like summer lightning as he recorded the scene.

She was gasping with a man’s hand on each breast as the “tripod” treated her to a deep, hard fuck.  Her husband was ten years older and not very virile.  She had never been taken by such a man.  As the “tripod” reached places deep in her vagina, she yelped like a antelope caught by a pack of hyenas as she began to have multiple vaginal-uterine orgasms.  The men pulling on her huge nipples had drawn her breasts down from her body as an added torment.  Further encouragement was coming from two other men slapping the loaves of her buttocks with open hands.

A counterpoint to the sounds of wet flesh between the two bodies as the man fucked her fast and slow, shallow and deep. Then the “tripod” stopped and told Pamela to hump back against him and fuck herself on his mammoth dick.   She jerked herself back and forth on his cock like a performing animal.

One of the men watching the “tripod” asked, “is she a good fuck?”

“Oh, yeah.  I'm not moving a muscle now…I’ve got this slut trained good.”

It was true, the man’s elephantine penis was being used by the sweating white woman to act out her own humiliation as she impaled herself on his penis. When she came again, several of the men called her a slut and a whore.  The man fucking her laughed, grabbed her hips and held her tightly against him as he thrust himself in deep.  When he was ready to cum, he pulled out at the last moment and spurted his semen all over her reddened buttocks.  After he'd finished with her Pamela was exhausted.  When he pulled out, her pussy looked ravaged,  swollen and open.

Two men on either side of Gwen reached out and tugged down on her strawberry pink nipples, stiffening the nubbins on the pale white mounds.  As they did so, another flash popped.  Diana had two men fondling her perfect tits.  Everywhere there was a jabber of excitement like monkeys in the jungle as the men fucked the five women.  When Pamela and Gwen had taken all five men in the “doggy position” they had both reached a place that not many women discover. 

In the depths of their own degradation both women had found the most intense sexual release.  Gwen looked at Pamela and both women saw the same humiliation and need in the other.  The same desire to be sacrificed to the lust of gangs of black men.

Poor slim, blonde Suzanne had the hardest time of it.  She was a mess after being fucked front and back.  Binda decided to punish her for her poor performance.  He took her out of the rotation for the next event, the “cowgirl” fuck.  This is where the women would be mounted on the men and have to show their skill moving their ass, swiveling their hips and using their pussies to make the men cum.  He had Suzanne tied with her hands overhead to a tree branch and assigned two men to do the job on her.  One to rub her pussy from the front…to masturbate her and the other to whip her ass with a sjambok.

“If your buttocks burn, you know you’ve done wrong,” is what he said to her when he sentenced her to this torment, quoting a famous South African proverb.  This proved to be the right prescription for the willowy blonde.  She had a need for pain and was a heavy masturbator.  She could only cum by rubbing her own clitoris. 

When the man took a position behind her wielding the sjambok, the other man stood in front of her and began to tease and fondle her labia and clitoris until the little bud emerged from underneath it’s hood.  When the officer behind her began whipping her, she began to wail and the more that she was whipped and the more the other man rubbed her pussy the closer she came to cumming.

By the 7th stroke of the sjambok, she was on the edge of cumming and was making everyone stare.  It was a spectacle she was providing.  She was now wriggling her ass in the most provocative way and moaning sexily, whimpering vulnerably and crying out in a  hoarse voice as her orgasm built.  When the tip of the sjambok hit the sensitive inner flesh of her ass crack, close to her anus with a carefully aimed blow and the man in front  rubbed her vulva in frantic circles and up and down like a madman, Suzanne came howling like a banshee. 

“Oh my God, they made her cum,” Diana observed with a look of astonishment on her face.

“They found out what pushed her buttons,” Gwen said quietly as she exchanged looks with Pamela who just shook her head.

Once again, Amar and his assistant worked feverishly  to record the women’s degradation.  The pair of them must have already used up a year's supply of batteries.  Pamela wondered how long they had been there, but had no clear idea of the time that had passed since the soldiers had entered the yard. Then Binda got the first four men lying on their backs on the chaise lounges with their stiff erections pointing up towards the sky for the 4th event in the talent portion of the beauty pageant.  Each of the four women had to throw a leg over the lounge and get their hips positioned over the men’s groins.  Soon all of them had a cock up their vaginas. 

Then the fun really began.  Another man stood on the left of each girl and if she didn’t show enough enthusiasm for the task, she was given a wallop with a sjambok.  Gwen was made to ride her man in the “reverse cowgirl” position – facing his feet.  She rode her man well.  She gyrated her hips in circles and up and down and quickly made her man cum.  She would lean forward to give him a provocative view of her anal area as Amar got a very close shot of her asshole in this position.  Two others watching began clapping.

Pamela and Linda each gave a good account of themselves.  Both women had wet pussies, larger clitorises and lots of testosterone.  On the next round, Linda drew the “tripod”.  In this position, it would be difficult for most women to take the full length of such a man, but Linda found that by leaning forward she was able to ride him and get most of his mammoth organ inside her.  And in that way her clitoris rubbed up against his pubic bone.  She came and gushed…having the wettest orgasm of the night….fully wetting the man’s groin.

When this round was over, the Colonel had Suzanne get her panties and with the four women lying on their backs on the chaise lounges, she had to use the garment to wipe their cunts clean.  It was a very humiliating task.  Rings of lather, “sex cream”, were on every pussy in different amounts and a river of semen drooled from each hole.  Her friends tried to soothe her as she bent to the job of getting their cunts clean.  It was a dirty job and she had to keep turning the material this way and that to make it work as there was so much mess. 

When she was done, she held the soiled panties in her hand as if she was holding a bug.  That’s when Binda took it from her and made her open her mouth.  He then stuffed the disgusting garment into her mouth and made her hold it.  She gagged and when it seemed that she would throw up, Binda threatened her with more punishment.

But it was no good, or maybe she wanted to be whipped and masturbated again, because she began choking, gagging and heaving.  She covered her mouth with one hand but holding the slimy panties in her mouth proved too much for her and she vomited.  First the panties came shooting out her mouth and then a fountain of slop. When it was over she sagged to her knees on the grass and covered her face with her hands. 

Binda waited a bit and then sentenced her to be hung from the tree again and whipped. This time they scourged her from her shoulders to her knees. She came again when this was done to her. Perhaps even harder than before. They beat her until her flat ass was criss-crossed with red and purple marks.  She writhed and groaned and her quivering buttocks clenched and wriggled so obscenely that men started clapping. 

After this, there was a kind of interval and the women were allowed to stand. The only exception was Diana, who was bent over with her palms on a chair as Amar dropped his trousers and mounted her, grinning as his assistant photographed the coupling.  It was his reward from the Colonel for the job he was doing.  Binda asked him which of the women he wanted and for him the choice was easy – the gorgeous Diana.  Gwen found herself surrounded by a group of men as naked as she was, all drinking wine - all of them having fucked the shit out of her.

As the semen dribbled from her pussy to run down her thighs or drip onto the grass, she whimpered to no one in particular, “Oh, God… I'm so sore.”

“Sorry,” one tall officer said, not sounding at all apologetic.  “We all have big dicks in our Brigade.  How about we invite some of the non-coms next time,” he said to the others?

The suggestion was greeted with murmurs of, ‘oh yeah…..we should’.  Gwen realized there would be a next time and a time after that.  With the photographs Binda could make all of them do whatever he wanted to, anything at all, whenever he chose to.  When she looked over at the Colonel talking and drinking with his adjutant, he was grinning like the hyena who had stolen a kill from a lion. 

Sodomy and Pole Dancing

Before she could worry about the next time, she and the others had another ordeal to endure.   While Amar's young assistant reloaded the Nikon,  two men brought out a table  retrieved from the kitchen.  The officers, who had kicked back and were all over the yard and some in the house, began turning their attention to what was going on.  Amar had taken his place behind the camera again. There were new games to film…

Binda and Makwabe now called for volunteers. The men groaned as they had all cum four times each.  But the Colonel wanted whoever was still horny to line up for another round…a special round.  All five women were made to bend over and lie on the table resting their upper bodies on their elbows.  Amar took pictures as Makwabe went from woman to woman with a pot of white cooking grease from the kitchen.  He took his time and lubricated each woman’s asshole with the grease.  He fingered them thoroughly and when he was done, the five volunteers, most of them the younger, got behind the women. 

Then Amar went around and mounted the camera on the tripod facing the women.  Some of the Brigade’s officers not in the action queued up to get their pictures taken above the row of white women's faces and the expressions on them as they were entered and sodomized.  The flash popped as Amar caught the initial penetrations on film.  As they discovered what it was like to have  a big, black dick entering and then reaming their shit-holes, Amar caught their facial expression at the various stages of their sodomy. 

Gwen looked over her shoulder and realized she’d drawn the “tripod”.  She groaned as she contemplated her fate.  She was asked by Lieutenant Colonel Makwabe if she wanted to use her “get-out-of-jail card” now.  She thought about it for a moment, and then humiliated, shook her head ‘no’.

“Well, Red,” the Colonel said to Gwen, “looking forward to being assfucked?”

His eyes held hers like a snake charmer's.  “Yes, Sir,”  she answered meekly.

“Then we won't disappoint you.”

A moment later her asshole was stretched open painfully by the “tripod’s” dick - extremely thick and of an unbelievable length.  She felt like it was going to come out of her mouth when he got it all the way in so that his wiry, black pubic hair grazed her stretched anal ring.  She moaned like a stuck pig throughout the ordeal.

There was no doubt about it, Colonel Binda would have some interesting snapshots to show his friends.  When all the men had finished cumming in the women, the sight, sounds and smells of the action had stimulated a second group of hard-chargers to take their place.

When they had finished, Amar kept shooting as Binda walked down the line with an opened jar of hot curry.  He dipped his finger into the jar and applied the hot paste to each of the women’s sorely stretched pussies and anuses.  The frantic dash for a hose to run cool water over their affected parts afterwards when they were released had the onlookers roaring with laughter.  Then, as the sun went down, there was some new divertissements.

That’s when Binda came up with the pole dance.  A pole about 1-inch in diameter was buried in the earth.  The end had a knob that it looked like the head of a cock.  A rope was thrown over an overhanging branch.  Pamela was brought over naked, her hands tied to the rope and she was hoisted into the air.  Then she was lowered so that the knob entered her cunt. 

They had her stand on bricks so that the pole was just inside her when she was on tiptoe and deep inside when she stood flat-footed.  The stereo was turned on and someone found some hot music to play; and Pamela was made to “dance”.  Squatting up and down on the pole and then wriggling and swivelling her hips.  If she didn’t show enough enthusiasm, a man stood by with a leather belt or a sjambok.

He used whichever was effective in getting her to “dance”.  The belt applied to her nipples and breasts was particularly effective.  When she was done, the pole was wet and dripping with her feminine secretions.  They made her dance for 10 minutes.  Then the men fucked her ass while she stood with the pole in her.  No one made the men happier on the pole then Diana. 

The beauty was mounted and when she was made to dance it was hypnotic.  She humped the pole and wriggled her as so provocatively that she got a standing ovation.  As a reward, she was put back on the chaise lounge so that three men could take advantage of her hospitality front and back!

Then more iced wine for the women.  Some went down their gullets and some went up their assholes.  They were made to kneel with their hands behind their heads and tilt their heads back as one man pinched their nostrils shut and another filled their mouths.  In order to breathe, each woman had to swallow.  Each woman was forced to consume several draughts this way.  Then they were placed on hands and knees so they could each receive a wine enema. 

Later Amar took pictures of two officers standing on either side of a chaise lounge and both enjoying Pamela's hospitality, front and back.  He recorded the two black male bodies flexing and straining against the submissive white female one . Then there was some noise from the other side of the yard and he trotted over to catch Linda looking up through crying eyes to see men laughing at her with a bottles in their hands.  One of them had just pissed in her mouth.

Someone dribbled some of the chilled wine over her head and the cold liquid dripped down onto her tits.  Another flash popped and Gwen was on a chaise lounge mounted on a man with his dick in her pussy as another worked his fat cock into her now open shit-hole.  Black fingers moved between her widely stretched legs to hold her wide open.  Gwen arched her back, shaking like a whore underneath all the hands holding her, smelling the musky smell of the black flesh surrounding her. 

Suzanne and Diana were draining a cup and having their tits felt and watched as Gwen began screaming in an uncontrollable fit of passion as three men were in the process of taking her front and back at once.  A man appeared in front of her laughing as he poured the dregs of a bottle onto her mouth.  She licked her lips, then held her mouth open obediently.  He had an erection.  She was so hot.  Someone was pinching and pulling on her teats and her vagina and rectum were being  filled; so she took the man’s erection in her mouth and lovingly sucked it.

One older officer stared in delight as he watched Gwen being given the “triple”.  She was so loud that it must surely have been heard by the neighbors as the physical sensations  overwhelmed her.  She found herself in a dream.  She was horrified to realize that one part of her wanted to be fucked as no respectable woman could ever dream of being fucked, without any restraint or decencies at all.  

Gwen climaxed again and again and again.  Her hands were directed to stiffened ramrods of flesh that she jerked on frantically as the men underneath and behind sexed her.  When the man in her ass came, he pulled out.   But it was only a mere changing of the guard, for another horny officer quickly worked himself into her steaming, sloppy shit-hole.  The cock in her mouth spurted soon after.  It was withdrawn and replaced by another…

After she'd been taken in her pussy and ass and had filled her mouth more than once with sticky sperm, Gwen was pulled up to her feet and given a cup of wine.  Suzanne was forced down on her knees to lick Gwen's labia and clitoris from the front.  After this, Gwen was pulled aside, made to kneel and her mouth was required again for another male's waiting cock.  Looking up, she saw that the black cock she was sucking belonged to the Colonel.  He was laughing and drinking from a bottle and had just popped another Viagra®. 

By the time the men left the next morning the five women were battered, bruised and sore.  Several had minor vaginal and rectal tears that took more than a few days to heal.  Binda now had them in his grasp.  In the months to come he would subject them individually and as a group to sexual abuse.  There was a deep well of anger and revenge in the souls of many South African black men; and the five women would become very knowledgeable in such matters.

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