The honeymoon was blissful. I sat outside our cabin with my wife, Hannah who was resting her head against my shoulder, her long blonde hair tickling my bare forearms. The horizon bore an eclectic mix of yellows, orange and purple as the sun was setting over the plains of Nigeria. After 2 months of travelling the continent, the final week was intended for relaxation, and relax we did. The cabin was small but luxurious, beautifully furnished and very secluded, the nearest town was a full days' drive away but being seasoned travellers meant that we didn't worry and just enjoyed each others' company. I glanced down to see Hannah's eyes closed, fully content with her new husband, her face was innocent and soft, my eyes traced down her neck to her perfect breasts. She wore just a t-shirt and I could see the faint outlines of her nipples rise and fall with her breathing.
20 minutes earlier we finished making love, it was our honeymoon after all. We always took our time and went slowly, savouring our emotions, focusing on foreplay, I had become a master with my tongue over the past 3 years of our relationship and that's how I made her reach orgasm. Hannah's eyes blinked open softly and I looked down into them, never failing to get lost in the deep blue innocence, I slowly pressed my lips against hers and she sighed softly, I took her hand and lead her into the bedroom once more.
The next morning we had an early breakfast and set off on a walk for the last day of our honeymoon, and despite being certain of having a mountain of work to do when I got home, I wasn't bothered, I simply relished spending every moment with Hannah, our hands clasped together as we watched the wildlife.
"There's a car!" Hannah said quickly, turning to me and smiling. I was too slow, in our game of 'spot the car' I was losing 2-1.
"I saw it first," came my reply, playfully swinging her arm.
We found a small lake surrounded by overhanging trees and sat in the shade to have our picnic and spent several hours chatting and lazing in each others' arms.
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"There's a car!" Hannah shouted, "That's 3-1."
"You're too good at this," I replied, kissing her forehead.
It was the fourth car we had seen all day and we watched it drive along the dirt road around 100 metres away, It was going unusually slowly, not that we noticed. The car was actually a green jeep with an open back for viewing wildlife on safaris, and as we started to turn away it changed direction and began heading in our direction. We weren't too worried however, we had specifically chosen one of the safest areas in Nigeria and quite often locals would approach us to chat, they were a very friendly people. The Jeep got closer and I decided to wave, the two men in the front seats smiled and waved back, just another pair of friendly locals. They pulled up and got out, they both wore dark green trousers with desert boots and white t-shirts.
"Hello," I called as they approached. I noticed their smiles now more closely, they didn't look like friendly smiles, edging back I looked towards Hannah, she looked even more worried than me. As I turned back to our visitors, a dark shadow blocked my view as a fist smashed into my cheek, the world went black.
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I felt the vibrations of the jeep underneath me as I slowly came to my senses, hearing several men speaking in what I believe was Yoruba, a west african language. Something was covering my head, a bag of some sort and I was sat on a floor with my back leaning against a wall. My stomach knotted and my mind began to race and panic as I slowly realised what was happening, I was being kidnapped! Despite my sudden fear I remained motionless, not wanting to alert the men around me, I desperately tried to listen for Hannah with panic still growing higher and higher.
Noticing a small slit in the bag and I slowly maneuvered my neck so that I could see out, I squinted hard to focus my vision and I saw that I was sitting in the back of a Jeep, there were bags and boxes around, tilting my head ever so slightly left I nearly called out in shock, Hannah was sitting like me, against the other side of the Jeep, but she was naked! Her hands and feet were tied together and she looked conscious, her face stricken with fear. Panic grew and grew inside me and I frantically tried to figure out what to do. She glanced towards me and I was about to call out her name when something heavy hit me in the side of the head. The world went black.
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I groggily awoke and heard people around me, there was rustling and several deep voices speaking with heavy accents. I noticed a more high pitched noise and a slow realisation about what had happened dawned on me. The bag was ripped from my head and I tried to lift up my hands to block.out the light, but they were tied behind me. My panic became frenzied as I heard a muffled cry from a female voice alongside the deep male voices, my eyes began to adjust to the influx of light and the picture that slowly greeted me was Hannah pinned on the floor, with a huge Nigerian on top of her sucking roughly on her tits and fondling her naked body.
All I could see was his huge muscled back and glimpses of my wife's face, tears flowing from her eyes and face scrunched up, time seemed to stand still, I felt like someone had just stabbed me in the stomach. I closed my eyes, desperately wishing the moment would end, that it would be dream, a louder muffled noise came from Hannah, he was inside her now, that was painfully obvious. Jokes and amused comments came from the other captors and Hannah's cries became rhythmic, I could feel the pain in the noise and it tore through me.
This went on for what felt like an eternity until I felt a hand grab my face roughly and a thick accent shouted into directly into my ear
"Open your eyes and watch your wife get fucked!"
The next few minutes were a blur, my eyes were fixed on that powerful black ass that was thrusting between her legs, a tear ran down my cheek and I dared not turn away. Hannah's cries grew louder although still muffled by the cloth that was shoved into her mouth, wriggling and writhing with her arms tied together over her head. I started in surprise as the rope suddenly became loose, her arms were free!
"Punch him in the face!" I thought to myself, "make that fucker feel pain."
The man standing behind me reacted and started towards my wife, but before he reached her he stopped and I stared in amazement as her arms swung directly over Araka's back and with both hands gripped his ass cheeks, dug in her nails and pulled him deeper inside. Time seemed to stand still and I had no idea how to react, what was she doing? A roar of laughter erupted from the 2 men watching.
"I think your slut wife is enjoying some real cock," my captor said, laughing and high fiving his friend. I could not respond, my stomach knotted further.
Taking Hannah's cue, he fucked her even harder than before, letting out deep grunts as his balls slapped against her. He reached up and pulled the cloth from out of her mouth, releasing the loudest moan I have ever heard from my wife, she was almost screaming in pleasure.
"Fuck me, oh yes, fuck me harder, oh my god it feels so amazing! The words blurted out of her mouth. My innocent wife was lying beneath this huge Nigerian with a cock twice the size of mine, I truly could not even comprehend what was happening. His grunts grew even louder and louder as Hannah let a out a huge scream of pleasure, her body shook as she had a massive orgasm, hands gripping all over his muscled back as he stretched and filled her completely. More raucous laughter came from the other men, truly enjoying what had transpired. I simply sat there, watching as he continued to thrust, now approaching orgasm himself.
"More, more, oh my god, please keep fucking me!" She begged, her words stuttered each time he slammed into her. Araka pulled out and rubbed his cock and erupted over her stomach and breasts, her moans shifted to a tone of protest for his cock leaving her, but she was relishing this huge load that sprayed all over. Suddenly, a siren-like noise interrupted the festivities and the 4 men left immediately, Araka fastening his pants as he left, they didn't say a word to us or each other in explanation.
We stayed in silence for minutes, startled both by the sudden exit and what had happened before it. Hannah took a long time to catch her breath whilst remaining on the floor, her sexy naked body pink and exhausted. I simply could not think of anything to say. We had been kidnapped, my wife thrown on the floor and raped only to end up going into some sex-frenzy and enjoying every second. I noticed the setting sun sunlight shine in through the only window of the room and illuminate her breasts, little globs of cum were highlighted by the reflection and I simply stared.
"I'm sorry," she said, slowly sitting up and leaning her back against the nearby wall. "I, I don't know what happened." Her aura had returned, she was back to her usual self.
"Me too," I replied, it was the only thing I could say. Silence again, until I finally mustered up the courage to ask;
"What the hell happened?" I asked, almost pleading, it was strange how the biggest issue, the kidnapping was being ignored.
"I, I just don't know. Something just ignited inside me," she said, looking ashamed,
"What do you mean?" Came my reply. "Our sex has always been gentle and beautiful, those men are goddamn animals."
No reply. the sun finally went down and the room became darker, I started to notice the room in more detail, for when we got here my attention was otherwise engaged. There was a single mattress on the smooth marble-like floor, it seemed strange to have material like this. There was a lone, wooden chair, the one in which I was sat during the ordeal and a very small room attached with a toilet and sink. After a while we both got into the bed and tried to sleep, although still scared about the whole situation and dreading the next day, we had gotten into trouble previously during travelling, albeit nothing compared to this. I woke up several times that night and Hannah was awake every time, we talked quietly about nothing in particular, making the general conversation we would normally make when we couldn't sleep.
