As previously revealed, Dana was Africanized that first night during the four day retreat at Niga Falls near the more famous Owu Falls. During my conversation with Hart and his daughter, Candy, it became even more eerie to hear what had happened with her that first night and how Candy had lost her innocence to black African lust. Although Dana was more inviting as to her seduction, Candy was more reluctant during her submission to black African cock and it scarred her mind for years to come.
From my notes and recordings with Candy I wrote the following sequence of events that occurred during that first day at the retreat along with their initial arrival to Africa.
Candy was the second oldest at 20 years of age among the Hart children and definitely the apple of her father's eye. She was a small girl only 4'11" tall and weighed barely 90 pounds. Her sister, Dana, was light honey blonde but Candy was almost white blonde and she wore her hair in two flowing ponytails. Her eyes were almost turquoise and she had a few light freckles on her cheeks.
It was only one month ago when she arrived in Nigeria with her mother, sisters and brother. Although all were stunning in appearance it was Candy that drew many of the stares from the black Africans in the air terminal. Although just fresh out of junior college she looked much younger in appearance and was such a contrast to the culture that she had stepped into.
Candy was pleased with the smiles and greetings from various black employees as they strolled through the concourse and into the main terminal.
Little did she know that many of those stares had a hidden African lust behind them causing many of these black men's cocks to harden just looking at this beautiful little girl. She was certainly a prize catch for any black man, especially rich Africans who would pay handsomely for a chance to spread her virgin legs.
As stated previously in the first story, Hart and his wife left the campground heading for home after the dinner. Dana and Candy as were the twins were escorted to their respective lodgings. Candy and her sister Dana were assigned to tents about 250 meters from the pavilion where their luggage had already been placed for them. Candy was in a tent about 40 meters from her sister's tent but further away. She was so excited in that this was the first time she had been camping since her membership in Girl Scouts.
After reading the brochures, and making her bed she changed clothes and eagerly went to find her sister's tent but Dana was not there. She then briskly walked along the lamp lighted path to join in the opening festivities.
The program was vibrating with the dances, drums and music. Candy had never seen something so exciting as this especially without her parents present. There was so much excitement in the African dances. It lasted until around 9:30 at night and afterwards the young ladies were joined by personal counselors and invited to learn African dance steps and moves. All the counselors were black and ranged from 20 to 45 years of age.
Although some of the white girls attending were experienced with these retreats, most of them were naïve as to possible interactive relationships between counselors and attendees. It was advertised as an introduction to African culture but the deep hardened truth was that some of these African men that came from well to do families, had paid Nigeria's ruler handsomely for a chance to perhaps rut with young white girls.
It was suppose to be discrete but it would prove to be more volatile. Even one bad incident can scar an event like this. What eventually happened here would become scandalous and it took bribes and a lock on the local press to conceal it.
After the main program a number of the girls became tired and chose to return to their lodgings but Candy wanted to experience the dance lessons and to see if she could find her sister.
"Miss Candy I presume," a strong voice announced from behind her. Candy turned was shocked at what seemed like a black giant to her. "I am Afolabi of Zulu descent and have been assigned as your personal counselor."
Afolabi was 6'6" tall, lean and muscular with blue- black skin. Although 41 yrs old he was well conditioned. Candy seemed like a dwarf to this tall African and it was intimidating.
"Do not let my size frighten you little blonde princess. I will take good care of you and this retreat will be of utmost joy to you."
Afolabi was saying nice things while his mind was thinking otherwise. He had never seen such a thing of beauty. Her beautiful face, shapely small body, white blonde hair along with being very young and innocent in appearance. With his giant frame looking down on her she appeared to him almost a child. The horrid truth is that in some African countries there is no underage law upheld and the taking of underage girls is a delicacy. This African was fantasizing that thought about Candy.
Candy was unaware that prior to this event, files and photos of all the white families invited to this retreat had been reviewed by a few notable Africans and there was a secret bidding held to assign counselors to certain daughters and sons invited to camp. Afolabi had personally paid handsomely for this luscious white prize and intended to get his money's worth with or without her consent.
The African dance class was soon over and was followed by a regular dance format of disco and slow dancing. After several fast beat dances, music to a slow dance came on and Afolabi took Candy's hands and pulled her to him. Candy had never danced with a black man let alone close and touching one. Feeling his arms slide around her back and waist then pressing her against him made her nervous. He was so tall that the top of her head barely reached his chest. As she looked up she noticed that his dark eyes were affixed on her and almost hypnotized her.
"Mr. Afolabi, please do not hold me this close. My father would not approve and I feel uncomfortable doing this."
"Relax little girl, this is just part of your introduction to bonding with African culture and there is no harm intended," Afolabi replied.
His words seemed assuring until Candy began to feel a hardening in the African's crotch area against her chest. My God, she thought. This man is becoming sexually aroused and behind his white shorts something black and big is rubbing against my chest. This can't be happening. Please, no.
He held her tight as his black cock was almost bursting out of his shorts. The more Candy squirmed the more she felt it throbbing between her breasts. The African then reached under her arms lifting her up and again held her close while they danced as Candy grew even more frightened.
Candy struggled and pushed the African away as she regained her footing ending the dance. "I apologize Mr. Afolabi, but I'm tired and also feel uneasy about this. Besides, I need to find my sisters and see if they are okay."
"I mean no harm girl. If you are referring to the bulge in my shorts, that's only natural and in Africa it is a compliment, not a threat. You have much to learn about our ways and culture. Go then and I will see you for the next activity."
Little did Candy know what he meant by the "next activity."
