Warning; contents may offend some readers; graphic descriptions of forced interracial sex please do not continue if there is a possibility it may upset you.
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She knew the two men were watching her and although still a little apprehensive Cathy finally worked up enough courage to stand up from the shallow edge of the billabong. It had been nice lying on the sandy bottom in the cool water and she was now feeling quite refreshed. The drive in the old troop-carrier had been hot and dusty seeing as most of the vehicle's windows were missing. Then of course to be jammed in the middle of the front seat between the two black men in the heat of the tropical midday sun; the sweat had poured out of her! She wasn't sure how the native owners put up with it. Cath enjoyed the more civilised luxuries of an air-conditioned car even if it was a four-wheel drive and one with good suspension to absorb the corrugations of the long and rough unsealed roads around these remote areas that she only ever rarely visited.
Of course she was going to have to wait for that luxury a bit longer she thought, as she stood dripping. You see her husband Tom was waiting back down the road some 150 kilometres away with their near new four-wheel drive. They had only that morning suffered another puncture after a piece of scrap metal took out the side wall of the right-hand rear tyre. They had already used their two spares the day before when Tom had driven off the road to find some shady trees to have some lunch under... and promptly got a couple of burnt-off ironwood stakes through both front tyres!
They had waited all morning before the troopy had chanced upon them on the infrequently used road.
There were two men in the front of the vehicle and a young black woman with a baby in the back. They had offered to give Tom and Cathy a lift to the next community to repair one of their tyres. Not wanting to leave their expensive vehicle unattended for too long Tom had thought it wiser to send his wife Cathy with the men in the troop-carrier rather than leave her with their vehicle all alone in the middle of nowhere...possibly for the night. Tom felt a little better sending his wife with the strangers knowing there was a woman and infant travelling with them too. They looked harmless enough and as an incentive Tom had given the men two hundred dollars upfront and said there would be another couple of hundred for them when they returned. He had even hinted at giving them some bottles of wine he had stashed. Alcohol was of a premium around here as it was quite illegal to possess unless you had a special permit.
Before leaving with the strangers Cathy had collected a few items of clothes like a change of underwear, and a light cardigan in case it cooled off that evening and they didn't make it back that night. Along with these few things she took some toiletries and her small digital camera on the odd chance there would be something of interest to take a picture of. Tom tossed her swag in the back of the old vehicle...just in case there was nowhere to stay the night in the next community and time got away. He knew that you could not expect it to be an easy task to have a simple thing like a tyre repaired in some of these places and he made Cathy aware that she would have to be patient until the job was done which could mean staying the night.
Finally, and with some reservations Tom had watched the old vehicle drive off into the distance leaving behind a thick cloud of dust.
Little did Tom know that after travelling not much more than forty kilometres the troopy pulled off the road and then headed down a two-wheel track for a few k's to where an outstation was. Once there the young woman with the child had disembarked from the cluttered rear of the troop-carrier and bade Cathy and the two men farewell.
Cathy had been anxious from that moment on and it had only gotten worse when she noticed the men occasionally looking at her tanned legs beneath her short skirt and making the occasional comment to one-another in their own language as they headed further down the road. She had wished then that she had stayed with their vehicle and it was her husband Tom sitting between the two black men.
As the kilometres wore on she had finally begun to relax a little and just enjoy the occasionally interesting scenery. The driver, a young man named Jack had asked Cath if she would like a cool swim before they got into the next town. He had described a waterhole to her and she thought it sounded lovely so she agreed, even though she hadn't thought to bring her bikini.
Finally after a few more kilometres they had pulled off the road and onto a little used track. Almost immediately Cathy noticed the paperbark-lined billabong with its pink and mauve water lilies. It did look tempting although the bank looked a bit steep, she thought. They had driven past an old windmill creaking slowly in the afternoon breeze where Cathy had asked the driver to stop so she could take a couple of photos of such an icon bush relic in such good condition.
It was about four hundred metres further on before Jack pulled up under a clump of small acacias in the shade. The three of them had hopped out of the hot vehicle and walked over to the bank. Cathy was impressed. Here she'd noticed that the billabong was actually still flowing...just, its clear water running over a natural sandbar where the bank was not so steep. She'd wondered if it was really a billabong seeing as it was flowing and Jack had told her it was but it was spring-fed.
With her small camera handy Cathy had stepped back and took a few pictures of the idyllic location with its spindly palm trees amongst the shady monsoonal trees. Cathy had the two men pose for a couple of shots too before she'd stepped down to the sandy bank and after some instruction on how her camera worked she had the older man take a picture of her posing with his younger friend, the tranquil setting as a natural backdrop.
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They had now been at the billabong for well over half an hour and Cathy had finished her cool-off. Standing there by the sandy edge dripping wet she briefly glanced back over to where the men were lying down relaxing in the shade of a large paperbark when she caught them watching her. She instantly felt embarrassed. Both men had not long exited the water themselves and were still wet, their ebony skin shone in the fading afternoon light. But the thing that reddened Cathy's high cheeks most was their total disregard for their lack of clothing in her presence! You see, only moments after Cathy had taken the photos of the men earlier on as they stood by the billabong than both had barely hesitated before jumping into the water. Well, they had stopped just long enough to pull off their dirty shorts and t-shirts and with no modesty at all had leapt off a higher part of the bank into deeper water and swum and skylarked completely naked!
They of were of course still naked and made no attempt at covering their genitals from the blushing white woman in their presence, both men grinning at her obvious discomfort!
Cathy had of course not been so bold when she had gone for her swim. She had waited until she noticed the men weren't watching her, and then...discreetly, she had slipped off her black lace bra from beneath her lemon-coloured singlet and then quickly taken off her short denim skirt before hurrying to the waters edge and taking the plunge.
She could not be so discreet now unfortunately and she stood dripping wet not more than ten metres from the pair of cheeky buggers ogling her. Cath now regretted that fact that she had chosen to wear the pair of tiny lace g-strings that matched her bra that morning, something her husband always loved to see her in but in the present company she felt...well, quite under-dressed to say the least.
But that was not the only cause of her discomfort, she was well aware that her thin cotton singlet even before it was wet had been partially see-thru and now it was almost totally transparent. Her large areolas had puckered-up in the cool water so her nipples had become quite erect and they were now plainly obvious to her unwelcome admirers.
