Red Flags

Carol was tied nude, spread eagle between the two posts exposed for all the world to see. Fear was written all over her face knowing that she was going to be punished in a way she had never thought possible even in her worst nightmare. It appeared all the men, women and children had come out to watch the spectacle. They were laughing and pointing and chanting like it was some type of carnival. It was as if they knew what was coming. Perhaps they did. All we could do is stand and watch in horror as the woman walked up to Carol and placed the cattle prod between her legs.

Rather than deliver the expected shock the woman began rubbing the shaft of the cattle prod between Carol's legs putting pressure on her clit as she rubbed her pussy lips. It was not what she had expected.

This continued for several minutes and Carol unconsciously began to press down on the shaft. The constant pressure and the movement of the hard but now damp fiberglass shaft were having an effect on Carol. The twins seemed to be mesmerized as they looked on wide-eyed at a woman, their friend, approaching an orgasm...

Smiling, the woman asked, "You like?" and as Carol uttered a moan, the woman moved the prod until just the electrodes made contact with her now wet cunt. Then the woman pressed the button!

Anyone within a mile had to have heard the scream as Carol tried to jerk away from the electric arc dancing across her pussy lips. The woman made sure she kept contact at all times paying close attention to Carol's clit. All Carol could do was let out cries of anguish as her body convulsed in an a vain attempt to get away.

After what seemed like forever the woman released the button. Carol slumped down with her weight on her arms. She had to have been close to passing out from the pain when once more, the woman pressed the button closing the circuit and making the arc pass between the metal tips pressed to Carol's pussy.

This time, the woman cackled as she delivered the lesson for rebellion. Carol was beyond screaming, as with eyes as big as saucers she danced against her bonds. Soon she lost control of her bladder. As she began pissing the woman released the button stoping the torturous punishment.

Major Isabmie slowly walked up to Carol. He congratulated her on her willpower telling her she endured the pain longer than anyone he'd ever watched.

Then he told her loud enough for all of us to hear, "Your stubbornness is a problem for you now and may result in you paying the ultimate price or, in the end may be a healthy asset for me. We will see when the bidders arrive."

While Carol was paying for her misbehavior the rest of us had been screaming and crying for it to end. "Stop! STOP!" we pleaded, all falling on deaf ears. Isabmie wanted an example made.

Now even more defenseless, sobbing and breathing like she had run a marathon Carrol hung between the two posts. We were made to stand out in the hot sun until Carol stopped crying. I suppose it was a way to reinforce who was in charge and in reality who owned us.

As we stood in the hot sun, the women of the village began stacking firewood in the middle of what we learned was a cooking pit. At the same time three men entered a hog pen off to one side of the clearing. Soon they were the focus of the children's attention as they started chasing hogs. The children's laughter filled the air until finally eventually one pig was caught then manhandled squealing towards the whipping posts. Katie was told to untie her legs as two of the younger boys shinnied up each pole then unceremoniously cut the ropes holding her slightly off the ground.

Seeing what was about to happen to Carol we rushed to her and kept her from falling to the ground.

We were soon lead away into one of the block buildings we heard an excited cheer as one of the men slit the throat of tonight's main course.

There were no chairs in the large, one room building. Instead only 3 bare wooden beds and 2 buckets. One was empty, the other had water and some rags. We took turns comforting Carol, assessing our situation and praying until it began to get dark outside. Four of us had reached the conclusion that if we did survive, our lot in life would be far from pleasant. The twins however were still in denial. Having been sheltered from the depraved world outside of the church and their parents, they had no idea what debt was owed and to whom it was owed. Nor would have they been able to imagine what was in store to begin their personal and generational journey on the BNWO journey to reparations.

It was early evening when we heard another vehicle approaching the clearing. Carol had regained much of her strength, joined myself and Linda looking out the unglazed windows of what was our temporary prison.

The woodpile had been transformed into a large pit of coals over which the slaughtered a pig was being turned slowly on a spit. The women of the village we're busy around the pit at some makeshift tables preparing food as the now visible pickup truck slowly rolled to a stop in the middle of the open compound.

Isabmie appeared at the door of his building as the driver step out of the truck. Because of the angles we couldn't see the driver however we all recognized his voice. "Sam" had decided to join the party.

Almost as one we girls looked at each other and you could see in our eyes the anger, confusion and perhaps a degree of hope that he might have come as our savior. We should have known better.

Several men began unloading some large boxes out of the truck as Samsweato and Isabmie met with a hug. Sam noticed us an in perfect now unaccented English told us to come out into the clearing. We had all decided that for now, cooperation might buy us the time we would need figure out how to escape.

"Ahh, such beautiful women. Isabmie told me I had done well. I had no idea just how well." he paused.
Continuing in English, "Luke bring the video camera and let me grade the merchandise."
"When I call your name come to me. You are Carol correct? You must learn to listen more closely. You are quite the prize and I would hate to have you damaged or even destroyed."

He proceeded to call each of us out by name and as if a grading a cut of meat critiqued each. Linda and the twins with the last to be graded.

"Miss Linda. So small and so petite with your beautiful red hair and boyishly flat chest. It is almost as if you have no tits at all, only nipples. We must shave your little red bush. Yes! Yes that is what we must have done. With your delicate features and young look we might be able to convince our bidders you are much younger than 18 years of age."
Now there was no doubt as to the plans that had been made for us.

Next came the twins. Still making a vein attempt to hide their nudity only made Sam laugh. Isabmie looked at them and reminded them of how close death had come.

Standing in front of them Sam asked each if they were still virgins. Both nodded yes.
"Our midwife will be able to tell don't lie to me. Are you virgins? Answer me out loud!"
In unison Paula and Patricia both said "Yes."
Sam turned to Isabmie"They are very valuable, especially if we can sell them as a pair to one buyer. John make note for me to contact the financier of the Rebel leader. He would be very interested in these two especially if we can show him how much they love each other. We must protect their virginity."
Sam glanced over towards Isabmie which earned him an evil laugh.
"Yes, we will market them as virgin twins."
Both Paula and Patricia blurted out "Please no! We could never..." Now it was Sam's turn to exercise authority.
"Shut you're worthless mouths!" he screamed. "Luke make sure their protests are edited out of the video."

As the inspection was going on it was apparent despite her earlier trauma, Carol was beginning to once more gather her strength. There was a degree of determination yet passivity as Carol spoke,
"May I call you Mr Sam?"
"Well now, respect. Yes, you may."
"Mr. Sam, what has happened to Lester and Earl?"
Samsweato looked towards Isabmie who announced "As you were told their plane had engine trouble and made a successful emergency landing. Unfortunately the airstrip where they landed was controlled by rebels. We know of the death of the pilot and the destruction of the aircraft. Samsweato what else is known."

"Our Government launched a mission to the airfield. When they arrived everything of value had been removed and your companions were not found. The leader of that faction is a very wicked man. They may have been taken hostage or perhaps taken out into the bush and, well who knows." As he said this he shrugged. "In my opinion, two white boys would likely be thought of as worthless commodities . The search may resume after daybreak. Don't get your hopes up."

"Thank you Mr Sam. We will continue to pray for them." Carol said.

Enough of the serious matters, I believe it is time to celebrate our latest crop of missionaries.

The stars were becoming visible as the women and children busied themselves placing grass mats in a large circle around the brightly burning fire pit. Luke guided us to where we were to set for our first meal with our captors. With the exception of the twins we were made to set no closer than arms length of apart. The twins were escorted to the opposite side of the fire where Luke placed them between Isabmie and Sam.

"Ladies, eat quickly and partake of your drinks. You will find it warms your inside and you will welcome it." Isabmie said.

Soon the drink, the chattering of the natives as they too ate and the drone of the generator which was supplying power for the compound almost load us into a sense of security. That was shattered in a moment.

We had just finished eating our meal and drinking down more of what had to have been some type of drugged fruit drink. Isabmie looked up and called our attention to the eight armed men entering the compound.

Isabmie said something I did not understand to the guards who had just entered the compound. They all grinned and after handing off their guns, each began to strip. All of us except the twins had heard rumors and the like about Black men and I had seen my boyfriend's penis however much like the heat, nothing could prepare me or any of the other girls for what we saw hanging between the legs of the now naked men.

All eight went to one of the troughs containing water and bathed their crotches. As they washed, two uniformed guards had positioned themselves behind each of us. Then as Isabmie announced the rules for that night's entertainment Sam was kind enough to translate.

"First these two" pointing to Paula and Patricia, "they only have their mouths fucked. Their pussies and asses are off limits. That rule is never to be broken! Penalty is death. "The other 4 will be considered payment for your services as guards. You may use them as you please." Pointing at Linda and me. "These two are virgins. Lieutenant, you and the sergeant have served me well. Pick which one you want."

As one we tried to get up and run but the guards quickly grabbed us. The drugs in the drink made resisting an uncoordinated pantomime.

Not knowing why, both men approached me. All I could focus on was the massive ebony cocks between their legs. The others were chosen as well but I could only concern myself with what I knew had become my fate.

The guards behind me forced me to my knees. I found an 11" semi-hard cock right in front of my face.

Sam made it clear by yelling to all, "If you bite you will meet the fate of your companions. They will never find your bodies."

That made my only line of defense null and void. One of the strong pair of hands holding me down on my knees shifted grabbing my hair and holding my head still. A hard slap to my face. Not a hand but a now hard cock. The musky smell won't allow me to open my mouth... No I'm not going to suck that black, another slap then someone pinches my nose closed. I can't breath. Have to get air. Open my mouth just enough to...

I hear a man yell and suddenly Carol is screaming. Out of the corner of my eye I see her being pulled across the clearing. "NO!" I start to yell but before the sound comes out the monstrous head of a black man's cock goes in.

Sam yells "YOU WERE TOLD NOT TO BITE!!!". Black cock being shoved in my mouth. Nose held again. Throat convulses. Cock entering my throat as the bile in my stomach tries to escape. Head held tightly as tears begin to flow down my cheeks.

Now hearing gutteral sounds as other bodies begin to be abused. Some screaming in pain. My ass is pulled up and my shoulders pushed down. I'm on my knees. Cock is half way pulled out of my mouth then shoved in once more. Pain. Yes pain as fingers grope my virginal pussy.

Quick glimpse of Carol. Hands and arms bound by rope being thrown into the back of a truck. "No not Carol!" I think then return to my own plight as fingers are replaced by what felt like a softball bat. Laughter and gibberish from my tormentors as I feel the softball bat going deep inside. Only it wasn't that. It was a giant black cock.

Her memory of her own abuse fades. She knows she was used by 3 or 4 men each causing her to blackout or block the memory of what was happening to her. Instead she focused on the others. Seeing Linda enduring the same abuse. Katey, her cries being ignored. The scream Carol made as the truck drove out of the clearing. Those are what she recalled about the remainder of the first night.