Our vacation in Zimbabwe had been wonderful so far, but as so often in life what you see is an illusion. My niece, Jessica and my husband had joined me in a trip to Africa to do a once in a lifetime adventure. My niece is almost a spitting image of me except that she is 7" shorter than my 5'9 and 13 years younger than my 33 years. Her figure is a smaller version of my 35b-26-35 and we both have shoulder length brunette hair. She is a student at the local university majoring in accounting and never seems to lack for dates.
My name is Lynn and I teach high school. No kids yet although my husband and I are trying to conceive. I'm athletic, played basketball in high school and still work out on a regular basis. The trip had been fun, but that was about to change.
As my husband drove toward the game park for a day of big game watching, we saw a police roadblock ahead and it appeared that several of the officers were searching cars. When it was our turn they asked us to get out of the car and allow them to search it. Since this had happened before we didn't mind them doing it. What we didn't know was that about 50 feet away a man was studying Jessica and I through a pair of field glasses. He swept the view over our figures and nodded to another man.
Bedlam broke out as one of the searchers shouted and held up a bag of white powder. Suddenly I felt hands grab my wrists, twisting my arms behind my back as they quickly tied my wrists together. I was pushed toward a waiting van and forced into the back seat. I was pushed over against a grotesquely fat man as another one got in after me so that I was wedged between the two.
Jessica was forced in the middle seat between two more men. When the door was shut the van sped off. I realized suddenly that my husband was not with us and I frantically looked over my shoulder and caught a glimpse of him being put into another car. I relaxed a little, fully expecting that the car containing John would follow us. After several minutes the van turned onto a long paved driveway, which is unusual in Zimbabwe.
I asked where they were taking us and the reply in broken English was "To the station". I didn't exactly buy that and in my sternest voice, even though I was scared to death, I managed to tell him that I was an American and I demanded to see a representative of the American Embassy. The only reply I got was a chuckle from the fat black on my left.
The van stopped at the side of a massive house that had once obviously been the manner house for a white landowner in the colonial days. Jessica and I were helped out of the van and escorted, with our hands still tied behind our backs into a long hallway. As we continued down the hall I heard Jessica call my name. I tried to stop, but the two walking with me tightened their grip on my arms and forced me to go ahead. I looked over my shoulder and saw Jessica being pulled though a door off the hallway. I tried to stop, but the two blacks were too strong and we continued toward the end of the hall.
I was forced through the door at the end of the hall into a large well-lit room containing several chairs and a large bed. The two men I was wedged between on the ride to this place were waiting for us as the other two men walked me to several feet in front of the fat one where I was stopped. With relief I felt them release my arms and untie my hands and then exit the room leaving me with the fat black and the other one that rode over next to me. The fat one slowly looked me up and down and I felt the hairs on my neck stand up as his gaze lingered on the swell of my breasts. Finally he looked in my eyes and said, "What is your name, whore?"
I couldn't believe what I had heard and my reaction was one of disbelief as I stammered, "Wha-what did you say?"
My heart was racing with fear as he repeated his statement. I felt a flash of anger as I firmly told him that I was not a whore and I would report his actions to my embassy. My show of bravado brought a loud laugh out of my kidnapper and I felt my courage rapidly drain away. Again he demanded my name and meekly I said, "Lynn, my name is Lynn." He next asked me who Jessica was and I told him she was my niece and her name.
I was not prepared for his next statement as he said, "Well Lynn I hope you like being fucked because you'll soon be on your back with the best of what we have to offer on top of you." My mind went into panic mode and small beads of perspiration formed on my neck and upper check as I tried to say something, anything that would allow me to escape this obscenely fat black man. All I could manage was a whisper, "Wh- What do you mean?"
"It's simple Lynn, You fuck for us and your niece and husband go free. If you don't, both you and Jessica get raped anyway, and your husband spends twenty years in jail on a drug conviction. So you see, either way you get fucked. Now, why don't you strip for us?"
I was stunned as I just stood there, not knowing what to say. Tears welled up in my eyes as I finally whispered, "please, please. I can't do this. Please, don't do this."
"Yes you can white whore," he hissed at me. He smiled and continued, "Just close your eyes as we fuck you and imagine that the cock inside of you is your husband. Then after a few weeks of 'questioning' you can return to your normal life. Now Lynn, get your clothes off before I rip them off."
Terrified I stood there crying. "I can't do this", I thought. "I can't just let a black man have me." Slowly I shook my head when he told me again to strip.
"Very well Lynn", he said as he picked up the phone and continued, "Gather up 6 or 7 of the men and bring the other woman in. We'll start with her." He hung up and turned back to me. "Last chance, Lynn. If you don't cooperate, you will get to watch Jessica gang raped and all because of you."
Visions of Jessica, on her back and held down as black man after black man raped her barged into my head. The guilt of knowing that I could save her from the gang rape, but didn't washed over me and in a meek voice I said, "Wait, please wait. I'll do it." Tears ran down my cheeks as the fat black man stepped over to me and moved his hands to my breasts. It was more than I could bear and I started to take a step back, but he grabbed the blouse and pulled me to him.
"Stand the fuck still, whore. One more trick like that and I'll turn your niece to my men and then let them have you. I couldn't help the soft sobs that shook my body as he reached for the buttons holding my blouse together. The man was two or three inches shorter than me and I could see the sweat on his face and brow as he unbuttoned the blouse. When it was loose he pulled the blouse tails out of my waistband and then pushed it off my shoulders. The blouse silently fell to the floor as I felt the blush of embarrassment rise in my face and upper chest.
He walked behind me and I nearly panicked when I felt his hands undo the snap of my bra. Instinctively my hands went to the bra cups and held them to my breasts as the short, fat black man walked back in front of me. He grabbed my hands and yanked them away from my breasts. I nearly died as the bra slipped down, exposing my breasts to his gaze. Since my marriage, my husband was the only man who had seen me like this and my body shuddered with dread as I thought about what was to come.
Suddenly hands grabbed my arms and held me tightly as the fat one began to touch me. He ran his hands over both breasts and settled on my nipples, rolling each between his thumb and fingers. After several minutes of groping my breasts, he lowered his head and sucked my left nipple into his mouth. I noticeably shuddered as he drew on the nub and lashed it with his tongue causing it to involuntarily harden as the stimulation increased. He switched sides, doing the same thing to my right breast as I stood there and endured the humiliation.
With horror I felt his hands unzipping my shorts as he continued to nurse at my breast. I tried to pull away, but the hands held me tight and a voice whispered in my ear, "Remember whore, remember you niece and husband." Tears flowed down my cheeks, but I stood still as the shorts and my panties were pushed over my hips and joined my bra and blouse on the floor. Even when his fingers ran over my bush and found my clitoris, I remained still, but I couldn't help a moan of pain as several of his fingers entered my dry vagina.
I felt the fingers withdraw from me and the suckling mouth also as the man stood back up. I watched as he began to undress, each garment that he took off revealing more of his grotesquely fat body until I could take no more and had to turn my head away. Several minutes pasted and I felt hot sweaty flesh against my stomach. I opened my eyes and almost gagged. His huge gut was against my tummy and pushed me backward toward the bed.
The other men still held my arms as I felt the edge of the bed against my knees. With a sudden shove I fell on my back across the mattress and just as quickly, he had wedged his fat body between my legs and forced them wide apart. I felt him fumble with the base of his cock as he positioned the tip just inside the folds of my pussy.
My heart raced and my breathing was ragged as I begged him not to do this. Tears ran down my cheeks as my whispered pleas continued. He held himself, just barely inside me looking into my eyes and I thought for a moment that he would back away. "Please, ple---Augggggggg, no, no", I sobbed as he drove the cock deep into my still dry passage. I kicked out with my legs, beat at his face with my hands, anything to dislodge him until the other men grabbed my wrists and held them above my head.
Broken and resigned to the fact that I was being raped and there was nothing at all I could do about it, I lay still as the fat body pushed the smallish cock completely in me. I turned my head away from him when he tried to kiss me and closed my eyes trying to escape reality. But, there was no escape as the man began to fuck in and out of my battered body. Sweat dripped off his face onto my neck and the swell of my breasts as he fucked, moving his body such that each stroke of his cock went completely in me. On and on it went for what seemed like hours, but in reality was on a few minutes.
