This is a story about Siv Jensen in her younger days, when she discovered the joy of having a four-legged friend, and her sexual appetite really awoke in every possible way.
Siv Jensen and her four legged
friend.
BY
Paul Larsen
Siv kicked the front door shut with her foot, and dumped the armload
of files on the bar that divided the kitchen from the living room. The large
black retriever came running down the hall toward her. "Has my baby been waiting
for me," she said, like he understood every word. The large animal raised up on
his hind legs, and his paws landing on her breast. She staggered backward from
the force of the dog's body on hers. "Get down boy, you know better than that."
The dog dropped down on all fours, looking up at his master with his tail
wagging. "After I feed you, I have to get to work on these damn files for
tomorrow." She had bought the dog as a puppy after finishing the relation with a boyfriend, in fact they had been engaged for nearly a year, and the animal
had helped her through some bad times. Often she would set, and tell him her
problems just like a person; like he understood everything she said.
She was a shapely woman in her mid -20s, and a hard-working politician at the beginning of her political career
After she had fed Duke and herself, she set in her favorite chair with
the folders next to her and with Duke at her feet. She slipped on her reading
glasses, and opened up the first folder. Siv had lost track of time, and her
tired eyes told her she had been at it too long. She had taken the glasses from
her nose when she looked down at the dark animal. She curiously watched the
dog's massive large red cock slip from its sheath. The dog leaned around, his
long tongue licked along the large shaft. The sight of the dog's cock sent a
wave of juices to her womanhood. She realized how sexy the blood red cock
looked, and wondered what it would feel like inside her
"My god, here I'm thinking about a dog's cock...how long has it been
since I've had a man," she whispered to herself. She dropped her head in her
hands, feeling ashamed of having such thoughts. "I can't even remember the last
time I had sex."
Siv rose to her feet, and she made her way to the bathroom where she
stripped naked, and turned on the bath water. She stood in the front of the
mirror looking at her body, inspecting her firm large breast, her flat stomach and the
sparse blond hair that did little to cover the fold of her pussy. She brought her
hands to her breast, "Well, they don't sag, and the men
she had been to bed with loved her thick nipples and big breasts. "Damn Siv, stop doing this
to yourself, you don't have man, so why torture yourself.
After she took her bath, and washed her hair she laid naked across the
bed. It felt good to be out of the panty hose, and out of the high heels she
wore each day at work. Siv closed her eyes, and never realized when she
drifted off to sleep with her legs open, and her pussy exposed.
Siv never felt the weight of the dog on the bed. The large animal
sniffed along his master until he reached her womanhood. The dog's long rough
tongue, slipped out, and licked from the crack of her ass to her clit. Siv's
eyes flashed open as the sudden rush of pleasure raced through her body. The
large black animal stood between her legs, his cold wet nose pushed against the
fold of her pussy. The hot rough tongue slipped deep into her hot wetness, and
the sudden rush of pleasure almost took her breath away.
In a panic, she tried to force the dog's head from between her thighs,
but the persistent animal lapped her pussy faster and harder and each lap of his
rough tongue penetrating the depth of her womanhood. Each lick sent intense
pleasure throughout her body, and every lick of his rough tongue on her clit
almost sent her over the edge.
Siv no longer had the strength to push the animal away; her body
started to respond to the animal's stimulation. She cupped her own breast, and
gently squeezed. A soft moaned escaped her lips. Her body now on fire, and her
pussy soaked from her own juices, she no longer cared who gave her pleasure.
Siv's body twisted, and turned from the intense please of the dogs wet nose,
and his long red tongue.
When the dogs tongue slipped from her pussy, to probe her asshole, it
sent her over the edge. "Oh my god I'm cumin'." She screamed out the words in
the passionate filled voice, not caring who heard her. Her body trembling from
the climax that raced through every fiber of her body.> Siv rolled away from the dog, closing her thighs. Her heart pounded so
hard she thought it would bust open her chest. She gasped for air, trying to
take back control of her body.
When she woke up the next morning, Duke laid at her feet. After taking
her bath, she took him out for walk before heading off to work. The women she
worked with noticed a new change in Siv, and complimented of the happiness on
her face. They questioned her, trying to find out what had changed in her life,
but all she would tell them, she had gotten a good nights rest.
Siv set at her desk, typing out a letter on the computer. The
incredible feeling of the dog's hot rough tongue deep inside her kept filling> her thoughts. The dampness between her legs sent a wave of guilt through her.
She looked around; hoping no one could tell what had been on her mind, and she
did not blurt something out without knowning.
When she got off work, she went straight home. The obedient Duke met
Siv at the door with his tail wagging, and his long red-hot tongue slipping
out to lick her hand. She patted the dog on the head; "Did you miss me?" Siv
leaned over, kissing the dog on top of the head. "Come on, I'll fix you
something to eat." After taking care of the dog, she took her bath, and lay
naked on the bed like the night before. A sly smile crossed her face as the dog
jumped on the bed to lay next to her. "Good boy." Siv rubbed the flat part of
her hand down his shinny back coat.
The dog's red cock slipped from its sheath. She closely examined the
thickness, the length, and the pointed red head. She had the strong urge to wrap
her hand around the massive shaft like she would a man lying next to her. The
fear of the unknown and the fear of the dog's reaction kept her from reaching
out to take it in her hand.
"Poor baby, didn't get taken care of last night," Siv spoke, and
taking a chance, she reached down encircling her hand around the red veined
cock. The touch of its stickiness, and its massive size sent a thrill through
her. The dog whimpered, and then leaned froward to run his rough tongue across
the top of her hand. The thought of how too satisfying the dog kept running
through her mind. The thought of his huge cock in her pussy scared her. She had
never had something so big inside her.
"How do you fuck a dog," Siv laughed. She had never seen or heard of
such things, and had no idea how to go about it. The thought of being fucked by
the dog stimulated her, and the juices in her pussy started to mount. She wanted
to give her friend the same pleasure he had gave her the night before.
Siv grabbed a pillow from the bed, placing it under her ass. The towel
she used from her bath, she placed over the pillow not knowing what mess would
be made. She pulled the large dog toward her, so he stood between her spread
legs. Siv could not believe what she was about to do. Sure, deep inside her
she had desires to do wild things, but they had only been fantasies, and she
would have never acted on them. Yet here she lay with the dog between her legs,
and his massive cock only inches from her womanhood.
The dog leaned down, licking the soft mounds of her breast. His rough
tongue ran across her sensitive nipples, causing a moan to escape her lips. The
fire started to stir deep inside her, sending another rush of juices to her
pussy. The hunger to have him inside her mounted and the desire to feel his
large red veined cock stretching her pussy consumed her every thought.
Duke lunged forward with the red tip pushing into the fold of her
womanhood. The sudden move took Siv by surprise, and the penetration of the
head into her wetness almost took her breath away. Her body tensed from the
unexpected heat from his cock as it slipped deeper into her hole. The sudden
fear of how she could control the large animal flashed through her thoughts. The
dog thrust his powerful hips, driving his cock deeper into her.
"Oh my god," Siv gasped, not having time to adjust to its massive
width. The dog started thrusting with a speed she could not even put into words.
Her pussy opened up to the pounding shaft as it sunk deeper. The intense heat,
the size of the shaft , sent a thrill through her like she had never known. She
found herself into a world of lust, and enjoyment. The thought of the taboo of
being fucked by an animal excited her beyond her wildest dreams.
Siv held on to the animal, never wanting to let go. The slowly seeping
cum from the dog's cum increased the heat in the depths of her pussy. "Yes,
yes...fuck me Duke, I want it all baby." No longer in control of her emotions,
she screamed out the words, not caring who heard her. She had never felt such
pleasure, and no man could match the dog's cock deep inside her. The dog's hard
thrust shook the very being of her body, and wave after wave of climaxes brought
her close to losing conscious.
The sudden swelling of the dog's large knot caused an intense pain as it
drove past her pussy lips. Siv's eyes flashed open wide. The dog's large cock
lodged deep inside her, and the dog pulled back for one more thrust, pulling
body with him.
"Oh shit," screamed out Siv in fear. She held tight to the dog to keep
him from moving. The dogs hot cum seeped from his cock, filling the inside of
her pussy. Some of the thin cum seeped around the knot, out her pussy to trickle
and down the crack of her ass.
Even though the knot hurt, there was something exciting and enjoyable
about it being inside her, and her pussy filled with the dog's cum excited her
more. Something about the beast's cum mixed with hers gave her a feeling she
could not explain.
How long would she be hung up with the large animal. Siv had lost
track of time when the dog tugged on his cock, and the knot dislodged, sending a
wave of pain through her. Her pussy sore, her body exhausted, the dog lay next
to her, and both drifted off to sleep. She knew this would be only the beginning
of what her and Duke would enjoy as lovers. If a man did ever come into her
life, he would have to understand the desire she felt for her friend Duke.
Especially dark-skinned men with huge dicks became her favorite, and she eventually discovered the wonderful special country where anything was possible.
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Siv Jensen captured in Senegal. Chapter 8: The worst ordeal
Chapter 8
The Worst Ordeal
Some days later another cruel thing happen to her. That was the time the women stretched her clitoris. They tied her on her back in a hut. It was dark and smoky in there, I remember – and it was early afternoon. Four of the older women, two of them wives of the Chief, had Siv staked out, with her arms over her head - wrists together and her legs apart. They had a log under the small of her back, so her hips were canted.
She was whimpering and her eyes darted this way and that as they brought out some pointy edged leaves. The woman used a banana leaf, a big broad one, to protect her hand so she didn’t touch the pointy leaves themselves. I could tell by the way she handled them she didn’t want to touch them. How toxic they were was revealed a few moments later. Another woman, I called “big nose”, began teasing Siv’s pussy to make her clitoris erect.
I got turned on watching “big nose” as she wet her finger in her mouth to rub her sex-lips and nubbin up-and-down and then side-to-side. She alternated this with shaking her whole mound. Soon, Siv began to breathe heavily and moan softly. And she began to get “juicy”. “Big nose” pushed back on the hood to expose her clitoris more.
That’s when the other woman stepped forward and began to touch the most sensitive part of Siv’s body. Now, as the woman raked it with the tip of a leaf, I saw her stiffen and then try to arch her body and wriggle her hips.
There wasn’t much she could do staked out like that. As the woman continued to work the tip all around the bulb, “big nose” pulled back on the hood to keep it exposed. I can only guess how it felt, as it was never used on me, thankfully. Siv began to moan and then cry out. It must have burned as her writhing and struggles left no doubt that it was not very pleasant.
“Oh... please help me, make them to stop,” she cried out to me, at one point. But there was nothing I could do, except watch. They reapplied the leaves three times and Siv was sobbing when they were finished. But this was only the beginning of the “treatment” I was to discover.
The leaves had inflamed her clitoris and made it swell. Now they brought out a small section of jungle vine. It was perhaps 10 centimeters long and not very wide. It was capped it off at both ends to form a tube. What they had inside, and I didn’t know it at first, was fire ants. Not a lot, just dozen or so.
“Big nose” took the tube, brought it close to Siv`s crotch and carefully took the plug off the top end. Then, in one swift motion, with a flip of her wrist, she upended the tube so that the mouth was covering the top of Siv’s pussy....right where her labia came together to form the hood of her clitoris. Of course Siv’s swollen clitoris was sticking out after having been inflamed by the nettlesome leaves.
As soon as the tube was pressed tightly up against Siv’s crotch I could tell that there was something terrible inside that tube. As the ants swarmed over her clitoris, they began biting her and injecting formic acid into the most sensitive, nerve-laden part of her body.
She began shrieking as the insects went to work on her. “Big nose” held the tube there for a few moments and when she pulled it away, she was ready with the plug to cap it. Then she brushed away and crushed the few remaining ants. That’s when I saw what had been in the tube.
From where I was sitting, I could see her clitoris sticking up like a reddened, swollen bean. Siv had stopped screaming, but seemed to be hyperventilating. Her chest heaved up and down as she tried to catch her breath.
They let her lie there like that for a few moments, laughing and talked amongst themselves. “Big nose” looked over at me a few times and smiled evilly. I turned away. I was afraid of her. Then the women got Siv ready for the last part of the “treatment”. They secured her clitoris, including the hood, between two twigs and lashed it tight. Siv’s eyes went from staring the faces of the women down to her crotch and then up to look at me imploringly.
I felt like totally impotent, at that point. I was in the corner of the hut with my hands and feet hobbled - facing her crotch. The women pounded two stakes into the ground by her knees and attached a crossbar. They tied a cord to the clamping twigs and draped it over the crossbar. Then they tied a heavy rock to the cord and let it traction her clitoris.
Over the next hours, they just let it pull on her nubbin. At one point they added another rock to the load pulling on her clit. Siv just moaned and moaned. When she wriggled, all it did was make the weights swing and this only added to her suffering. When they released her, they showed me Siv`s new clitoris. It was three times as large as normal and now poked out of the hood 2 centimeters. They tormented her by touching it. It must have been super sensitive, at that point.
After she had been subjected to this cruel treatment, her clitoris was permanently enlarged and was much more sensitive to stimulation. In this way, she could be brought to orgasm more quickly. In the coming days she went true this “treatment” several times. This broke her totally, and her clitoris become so sensitive that she could hardly walk without being brought close to an orgasm. Through abuse like this, they completely destroyed her sexual persona and installed a new one in its place. She became an obedient sex slave.
One day when the whole village, boys, girls, women and men had fun with her, and her clitoris, she couldn’t take anymore. She fainted and everything went black. They could not make more fun with her, and she was thrown into a hut.
This time they were lazy with securing me to the pole. In the middle of the night when everything was quiet, I managed to get free, got hold of Siv, throw her over my shoulder and run away. After a few hours I managed to wake her up and she could walk on her own. After some days, walking at night and hiding at day, we managed to come back to Dakar and the Norwegian consulate and back to Norway.
A torment for me is that I had been made to feel powerless when it came to protect Siv. This filled me with fear and anger. It was my job and duty It was hellish to see her sexually abused. After that, I felt impotent. For me to have been diminished in front of Siv was psychologically devastating. I was in anguish hearing her being raped daily; but what was even worse was hearing her brought to orgasm by all kind of forced sex with animals and other sexual torment. With all of this, I had barely managed to hold myself together.
And it was even harder for Siv. Before all this, she saw herself as a “normal” Norwegian woman. What the Ulobis did to her exposed her vulnerabilities. Forced orgasms and torments directed at her private parts had their effect on her.
She had to reconcile her self-image with how her body reacted. Experiencing arousal and climax from being raped daily by black men with large penises was hard enough, but to have an orgasm from being licked by an anteater, well....those experiences changed her.
This brutalization turned her into a masochistic slave. Her whole life became, in those two months, humiliations, violations and forced painful orgasms. Her mind, overwhelmed with guilt, fear and shame, had snapped, and she became a puppet submissive to the bidding of anyone with cruel intentions. I believe she was never the same after they sealed her in mud and turned her into a statue.
Siv Jensen captured in senegal. Chapter 7: The green Boa
Chapter 7
The green Boa
We were exhausted and drained by the frequent sexual torture. One afternoon, four women that I had identified as real sadists, had something really gross in store for Siv. They brought me in to witness it.
They made Siv stretch out on a pallet in their hut. Then they forced her thighs back against her breasts so her cunt and anus were completely exposed. One of them began to play with her labia, spreading them and inserting her fingers into her well-used cunt. When Siv’s cunt was all wet and juicy…they showed her what they had for her. It was in a covered pot.
Siv screamed when she saw that there was a small green boa in the pot. One of the women grabbed it and held it up to show her. It was about 45 centimeters long (18”). It writhed and squirmed, as Siv, horrified, stared looked at it. This was the beginning of the worst thing they did to her. This ordeal broke her totally, I believe.
All the snake wanted, at that point, was to get away and hide in a nice, dark place. Siv was held down by several of the women and, with her legs and cunt held open, one of them brought the snake close to Siv’s well-used, vaginal opening.
When she saw what they were threatening to do, she cried out to me, “PLEASE DON’T LET THEM DO THIS TO ME, DO SOMETHING, PLEASE!”
But I could not help her. I could only watch in horror as they forced the snake into her pussy. The serpent, once they had gotten its head into the vaginal opening, then lost no time in squeezing the rest of its body inside her. It slithered and wiggled into her sexhole until it was all the way in.
Siv’s reaction was not to be believed: she began to scream like a madwoman! I never heard her voice make sounds like that before or since. Then they let go of her. She humped her hips up and down, with her legs held open, trying to get the thing out of her pussy. It was not to be. All four women began laughing. The snake was in her cunt and it didn’t want to come out.
She tried to stick her finger into her hole to get it out of her cunt. It was no use as the more she attempted to get at it, the more the reptile wriggled into the deepest recesses of her vagina to get away. Soon, it was wedged solidly in her sex-hole. That’s when they held her down. Her stomach looked like it was rippling as the snake squirmed and wriggled inside her - turning around and around in panic.
It pressed on all the sensitive nerves inside, but whatever arousal she felt, was second to the feeling of horror with the dirty creature inside her. A snake like that would have made her jump in horror if she saw it in the wild. She began crying and it was heartrending to hear. They tied her hands over her head to a pole and staked her ankles so her legs were closed. One woman went out to tell everyone to come to see what they’d done to her.
With the boa in her cunt, Siv screamed and cried. It would lie quietly for a while, and then something she did, some movement on her part frightened it again, making it thrash around inside her. Siv was driven nuts. She howled like a beast as it wriggled about inside her. They staked me out facing her so I could witness her full torment.
One woman rubbed her pussy and this disturbed the reptile. It thrashed around and as she continued to rub Siv’s pussy, she began screaming like a madwoman. This apparently made the snake go crazy. When it tried to get out of her pussy, they would force it back into her hole.
More natives crowded into the hut to see what the commotion was about. I was tethered like a goat and forced to watch this very cruel torture. I don’t know a woman who isn’t a little fearful of sitting on grass because of the possibility that something could get in her pussy. It’s a universal fear. This was the ultimate invasion. She humped her hips up and down, wriggled and writhed like she was on fire. It was unbelievable to see...
Siv, forced to hold the green boa in her pussy, was on the edge of madness. Eventually, they got tired of tormenting her, untied her legs, and the serpent slithered out of her pussy. Siv had been crying and screaming for almost two hours.
Siv Jensen captured in senegal. Chapter 6: Village torments
Chapter 6
Village Torments
One night a group of the married women mounted a pole at crotch height in the center of the village. They greased it up and brought out the naked sextoy . They fingered her until she was wet and juicy, tied a cord around her neck and tied her thumbs to the cord. Next, they made her straddle the pole, squat down and sit on it. She did it. In order to make her fuck it, they whipped her ass with a branch. It made a cruel noise every time it landed and she groaned in pain each time.
Siv squatted down obscenely and stood up again, fucking herself on the pole. The spread her ass cheeks and tickled her anus with some nettles to make her fuck herself harder. The whole village came out to see. Soon, I guess, her asshole began itching. From the way Siv twitched and jumped around, I could tell it was really bothering her. They handed the nettles off to another woman who whipped her butt with it.
Soon, Siv Jensen began fucking herself silly on the pole. She grunted, moaned and squatted up and down like a demented doll. Teen-aged girls came up and pulled on her nipples so hard, that I thought they would tear them off. They kept this up until Siv orgasmed. Her ass, when it was over, was stippled with a sting rash and scored with weals. It looked like she’d been stung by bees. The pole was lathered with her pussy juice. They began dancing around her, like she was a fertility symbol. In a way, she was....
On hot afternoon, they tied Siv with her arms over her head to a tree branch. The young boys were encouraged to examine her. This was behind the village in a grove of trees by the river. I was brought over on a leash like a dog. Naked, humiliated and frustrated, I watched as maybe thirty boys touched her and got erections.
They played with her tits and pussy and inserted their fingers into her vagina and rectum. She moaned as they roughly stimulated her. When all thirty or so were very excited, their loin cloths were tented. It was at this point that several older men encouraged them to jerk off. They soon lifted their loin clothes. The bravest and boldest started and soon everyone was vigorously masturbating. One man produced a bowl.
When the boys were ready to cum, he had them crowd around and jerk off into the communal bowl. One-by-one they all spurted their seed. There must have been two large cups of their hot, sticky discharge in the bowl. Then they made Siv lap it up.
They brought me over to watch Siv perform the humiliating and disgusting task. It was terrible for us to have to witness each other’s degradation. I could see that she could barely look me in the eye. It was some sort of initiation rite for the boys. Having their seed drunk by the pretty Norwegian captive. For her, it was a disgusting trial. Their ejaculate, still warm from their bodies, was presented for her to drink and Siv gagged twice as she drank it down.
It was very viscous…so that as she drank it….and they pulled the bowl away to let her swallow….. A string of cum connected her lips to the edge of the bowl. Finally she was finished. For a final indignity, they made her lick the bowl clean.
Siv Jensen captured in Senegal, Chapter5. The mud suit (poor Siv)
Chapter 5
The Mud Suit
The women were the worst at torturing us. Brought to river’s edge one day, they lashed Siv’s wrists together behind her head and tied her elbows to her knees. They hauled her up and got her on a board in a kneeling position. They scooped up pots full of red mud from the shore, and they covered her with the mud to turn her into a statue. The most extreme form of bondage you could ever imagine.
They began smearing gobs of it on her back, her buttocks, her shoulders, her legs and her neck and head. Every part of her body from the top of her head to her feet had been covered and molded with the mud. The woman, at first, just slapped in on, but when they had enough in a given area, they began to smooth and shape it to conform to the body part it covered.
They covered her eyes with thick slices of a root and began covering her face with the mud. They inserted hollow reeds into each nostril and propped open her mouth with a wooden ring. When they were done with her face, all you could see were the two reeds emerging from a bump where her nose was and her open mouth.
They kept slathering her with handfuls of the red mud. One creative soul had stuck several tufts of grass on her head to simulate hair. They left an opening by her genitals and her anus so she could piss and shit. Bound as she was, she was soon encased in mud. They turned her into an “object”.
The woman left her in the sun so the mud would dry. Siv began to make inhuman groans and cries. She sounded like a sick calf. Within an hour or two, under the broiling equatorial sun, the mud had hardened into a suit of armor. She had been turned into a “thing”.
I had been brought over, on a leash, to watch. I could hear her moaning inside her mud suit of armor. I was sick inside at what they did to her. When the mud had hardened, they carried Siv on the board back to the village in a sort of procession. The children laughed and clapped. She was set between two logs. Siv, I could only imagine, was going thru hell inside the mud suit. She was totally immobile and it must have been like she was baking in an oven.
When she pissed thru the opening between her legs, it made the children roar with laughter. They gave her water to sip thru a reed from a gourd. As hot as it was and trapped, she must have been sweating buckets. It was the ultimate torture suit. Then they brought us both into a hut. The men began pulling aside their loincloths and soon they were all hard. There were a dozen men there.
Her moans and groans were a great source of amusement for them. They began shoving their cocks into her mouth and in her pussy. They raped her front and back – over and over.
The sounds coming out of her mouth were heartrending. There was a sloppy mess of semen all around her mouth and pussy when they were done. Siv, now a real fucktoy, was not released from this bondage, her mud suit, until the next morning. When they got it off her, and I could get a chance to see her, her eyes told the story of the horror she had been through.
Siv Jensen captured in senegal. Chapter 4. The Anteater
Chapter 4
Animals
It wasn’t long after this that I was taken to a hut filled with the married women. They grinned at me evilly and I knew I was in for a very bad time. They overpowered me, took me to the ground, bound my hands behind me and made me kneel. Then two women shaved my head, leaving only two small tufts on either side of my head.
They smeared mud on these and one woman formed the tufts into “horns”. They painted my eyes, nose and mouth. Then they lashed my arms to my thighs. The bondage hurt and I was soon in hell. They made me duck-walk out of the hut to the center of the village. The children were the first to notice me and started to yell at the sight of me. Soon many of them were out of their huts staring and laughing as I was marched around. I had been turned into an animal. Naked and forced into a painful squat, I had been transformed into a pet. One of the boys tied a rope around my neck and led me around like a dog.
It was totally dehumanizing. The children hit and poked me with sticks. I made several painful, humiliating passes around the water well. I felt like I was going to cry and despite my efforts to control my emotions I began to sob. They marched me over to the Chief who laughed at my appearance as soon as he saw me. Siv was at his feet, naked. She looked at me and I saw the horror in her eyes. I couldn’t look her in the eyes or say anything, I was so humiliated. But the look in her eyes said it all. I had been reduced to a “thing”.
The next day, they hung Siv from a tree branch over an ant nest. The women spread and staked her legs; then painted a line up each leg with honey using a brush. It was a trail from her ankles up her thighs to her cunt. The woman smeared honey heavily on her pubic hair and cunt. When her pussy was gooey with the sweet stuff, they spread her buttocks and smeared some in her crack and on her anus too.
She started to squirm and whimper as hundreds of ants swarmed over her feet. She yelped and screamed as the ants, angry at their nest being invaded, began to torment her. They were the little black kind, not known for their bite, but the sheer number of them guaranteed that she was in for a very hard time.
Finding the honey, the ants began to feast and then climbed higher looking for more. She wriggled her hips and shook her ass as the ants climbed up her body. She looked down, in horror, as the ants climbed toward her cunt. It was just a matter of time before the little beasts found her “honey pot”.
She screamed as she saw where they are going. They had their way with her and soon she began to do a jig, which delighted the crowd. They laughed and pointed and giggled at her predicament. The ants were in a frenzy. Excited by the honey, they scampered and darted this way and that.
Siv, her eyes wide in horror, yelped and cried out....begging for me to help. I was dragged over to watch. I don’t know what was worse - my feeling of helplessness or hers. She writhed and squirmed trying to get them all off and really wriggled her hips and ass. They all seemed to be enjoying her plight. I had never seen anything like these monsters in all my life. But it got worse.
Siv began to sob and it was heart rending to hear her as they insects swarmed and climbed her legs. The swarming insects, as they advanced on her pussy, drove her nearly mad. Soon there was a black line up both her legs. Siv did a jig as the first ants reached her cunt.
Siv has a horror of bugs getting inside her. With the ants swarming over her pussy and ass hole, she began screaming for help. I could do nothing, of course. The natives laughed as she was giving them a great show. Soon, there were hundreds between her legs, feasting on all the honey there. Their sextoy grew hoarse from yelling.
That’s when the men brought forward an anteater on a leash. As the animal smelled the ants, its long, sticky tongue shot out. They led it over to Siv. She moaned as its soft and sticky tongue wormed its way up her legs in the most obscene way.
I was transfixed as the creature did what nature intended it to do. The animal lost no time in licking up the ants on Siv’s legs. When it shot its tongue out to scoop up the ants on her inner thighs, she moaned as the pink tongue was a soft, sticky worm. Then, as the beast turned its attention to the ants swarming in her crotch, its tongue began to seek out the folds and crevices where the ants were hiding.
The nasty tongue began to dart into every part of her crack. First her labia and then her sexhole and between her ass cheeks to lick her anus too. Siv’s reactions showed that this was arousing her despite the awful bestial origin of the thing that was doing it to her.
Siv’s eyes showed her horror as the animal licked her. She began to moan it stimulated her and it was obscene. She tried to get her hips away from the machine-like, licking tongue, but it was no good. The animal licked her unmercifully and soon she was jerking her hips in a coital way. The mob found this all very amusing. I got an erection...
When our eyes met, Siv looked down and saw my erection. I could tell that I had wounded her. I should protect her, not being horny. In truth, my body had betrayed me. I couldn’t help myself. I was sickened, but the spectacle of the anteater licking her pussy was more than I could handle. The beast drove her over the edge when it got its long tongue into her hole.
It thrust his long, sticky, pink tongue deep into her vagina, worming it around and around and in and out.....catching ants. Siv was rocking her hips back and forth and soon began to speed up her coital rocking and rolling....
Finally, she cried out and came! The anteater had made her cum in front of everyone. Only then did they cut her down. She jumped around in a frenzy, trying to get the ants off. They pushed her to the river and let her get wash herself. I was taken back to the village, where a group of young girls with pouting tits and black nipples took control of me. I was given to them by the older married women. I was bound worried what they were going to do to me. They seemed so casually cruel....
Days went by and I never saw Siv, as we were kept in separate huts. Sometimes, I could hear her cry out as she was raped, she was just a thing and had become a fucktoy for all and everybody who wanted her. I was glad they left me alone, during this time. The hateful things they did to me had nearly broken me.
Siv Jensen captured in senegal. Chapter 3. Raped by the whole village
SIV JENSEN CAPTURED IN SENEGAL
Chapter 3
Whipped and Raped
After a few moments, they dragged Siv to an upright pole by the well and bound her with her hands over her head. The Chief came over brandishing a black whip. It was a dried bull’s penis – what I had seen sold in marketplaces on the African coast and called a “bull’s pizzle”. The Chief used the tip to tease hers full buttocks. She clenched her cheeks when he ran it up and down her crack. The mob laughed and clapped when she reacted. Siv has a round, white, full bottom and it was erotic to see her so exposed as she clenched and relaxed her dimpled butt cheeks.
The Chief got ready to whip her. I watched as he drew back his arm and then with a mighty blow he hit her. The pizzle landed with a cruel meaty sound. Siv groaned and clenched and unclenched her cheeks, trying to shake off the blow. She was soon giving everyone another “show”. Because with each vicious blow, she began to wriggle and work her buttocks. It was an erotic dance she was doing, shaking under the lash and tied to the pole. My mind was in turmoil. I was frightened, but another part of me was mesmerized. It was like we were in a movie and I was watching it...
As the whipping continued, she even humped the pole, like she was fucking it. All of this thrilled the savages. The crowd clapped and roared with every blow. It was a very sexual whipping, as the Chief concentrated on her full butt and thighs. With the rod in my rectum, it pressed in a disturbing way on my prostate. That, combined with the sight of Siv receiving a public whipping, got and kept me erect.
The crowd went wild and yelled as Siv grunted with each blow. The Chief took his time whipping her and just lashed her methodically. Siv would look over her shoulder and then cringe, anticipating each blow. When it did land it made a meaty sound....Siv began sobbing and crying out.
When the Chief made the tip of the pizzle land in her crack she screamed. Her buttocks and thighs were soon criss-crossed with angry red stripes. Her cheeks twitched from the pain in between blows as if they had a life of their own. I could not take my eyes off the spectacle as she was tortured, but I felt guilty and sick inside that I never lost my erection all during the whipping. Toward the end, Siv lost control of her bladder and urinated to the delight of the crowed. Then they untied her and make her parade around the water well with her hands on her head to display her whipped ass and thighs.
After this, they hustled both of us into the Chief’s hut. To my humiliation, I still had the rod up my rectum. The Chief sat down on a chair to supervise as they made Siv lie down on a pallet and forced her thighs up to her breasts, exposing her cunt. Men crowded around her and began to rub and finger her.
There were a lot of men in the hut. A few women were at the door outside peeking in. Siv began to moan as they continued to molest her. Two men played with her breasts, making her nipples erect. I didn’t want to watch, but I couldn’t turn away either. The Chief caught my eye and then pulled aside his loin cloth revealing a huge penis. He grinned evilly at me. It was a big as a cucumber and thick as my wrist. He stroked it slowly, watching his men molest her, and grinned at me.
Siv’s eyes went wide as he got up to stand over her and display his huge erection to her. He had pulled back his foreskin to display the big purple head, then wagged it at her and looked over at his men - grinning all the while. Although she was not married she was not unfamiliar with almost all kind of cocks, but this was enormous. Now, she was about to be raped by a monster. She kept shaking her head no-no-no and protested, but no one understood us, so it was all in vain.
And then, all the men began pulling aside their loincloths to display their erections. I was in shock. I had never seen another man’s erection until then. And, at that moment, I was in a hut in Africa with two dozen men who had penises bigger than mine. The Chief stroked his mammoth phallus, the biggest in the hut, and grinned at me, enjoying and savoring the moment.
Siv’s womanhood, as they played with her, was now glistening. I held my breath and watched as the Chief knelt down between her thighs and rubbed the head of his cock against her labia and her vaginal opening - wetting his phallus with her juices. After a moment, he thrust forward and Siv cried out as he tried to penetrate her.
She tried to squirm away, but she was being held down. The head of his cock pressed up against her vagina but wouldn’t go in. It was too big! He barked and someone brought a pot with some grease. He lubricated himself and then he greased up her sexhole.
He put his cock up against her vaginal opening, pushed and ‘pop’…it went in! `Siv groaned out loud as he plowed into her. The men cheered as their Chief raped her. He got most of it inside her and then he pulled it out until only the head was inside. He looked over at me, smiling and showing his teeth.
Then he pushed it in all the way making her moan as she was stretched open very deep and wide, I could tell. I could not look away as he penetrated her. I was helpless to do any thing about it, but it was totally compelling to me. My penis had stayed painfully erect and my testicles were aching. With the rod buried in my rectum, it pressed on my prostate and that made my penis drool even more. I was sweating and as I squirmed with my hands tied behind me, I wished I had a gun so I could free us.
The Chief took his time as he fucked her….letting her get used to his size. Siv had her eyes closed, but began breathing deeper and then began panting as he fucked her. He lay down on her fully, covering her completely with his big body and from where I was, I could see his bag, his scrotum, slapping against her anus. There was a lot of wetness there....and it was getting pretty messy.
As he penetrated her his cock was so thick it forced her sex lips into her hole on the in-stroke and they clung to the shaft when he pulled out. It looked like two pink rubber bands were stretched around his cock. The shaft of his big, black dick was streaked with her juices. I could tell Siv was getting close to orgasm from the sounds she was making.
I tried to block out the wet squishy sounds and her moans. There was no escape. I was surrounded by a hut full of black men with erections. The Chief began humping Siv for all he was worth. Siv moaned steadily, aroused against her will. I could see he was going to make her have an orgasm…
He sped up and Siv went, cried out. She’d cum! The men clapped when they heard her cry out. I knew, that she’d just had an orgasm. He made her cum! Then the Chief’s hips and ass did a little jig and he ejaculated deep into her vagina. As he pulled his cock, it made a wet, slurpy sound like a mule pulling its hoof out of thick mud. Siv groaned when his cock popped free.
When the Chief stood up his cock was still hard, but it was grossly streaked with semen and the secretions from her pussy. Siv’s legs were spread and her sex was gaping open. She had been really fucked, I could tell. The labia were swollen and reddened, nearly purple. Her sex-hole was open and a river of slop drooled out of her vagina. It was a disgusting sight…
The men all lined up and I was forced to watch as each man took his turn with the fucktoy. The men were well endowed and made her cum repeatedly. She was in another world as she was raped. At least twenty men raped her in front of me during the first hour.
My penis had stayed erect and I was drooling pre-cum all during Siv`s ordeal. I began to ache. I needed relief and soon began to crave it. As I gawked at one particularly sloppy rape of her, with the rod pressing on my prostate, one of the men grabbed my prick and jerked it two or three times, making me ejaculate. After that, I looked around. A lot of the men were grinning at me evilly. I felt worse than ever - ashamed of how I reacted.
Next, they put her on all fours and fucked her like a dog. They all took turns raping her this way. Men had lined up outside the hut, and when one man was done, another took his place. As they took their turns, she was in another world. She would grunt, moan, groan and then cry out as they made her cum. As they worked her over her sex became a sloppy, disgusting mess. They used a rag to clean her after every few men had ejaculated in her and this rag got very wet with semen and her secretions. When they wiped her pussy with it one time, she came - she was in such a state.
Then, those who wanted seconds or thirds lined up with hard, hot cocks and fucked her again. The smell in the hut was not to be believed. Her sexual juices and the sweat and semen created a musky odor that hung heavy in the little hut. I tried to block it out, but my nose was filled with the smell of sex.
It was totally degrading as they made me watch her being raped repeatedly. When they finished with her, she was a sweaty, sloppy mess. Her vagina was filled with semen. Her genitals were so swollen, I couldn’t believe it was Siv’s pussy. There was sperm all over her mound, her pubic hair, on the inside of her thighs, and it just ran out of her sex hole and down the crack of her ass.
Finally it ended. I think Siv had been raped close to two hundred times, perhaps more. They took me and threw me into a small hut. The next morning I was given food and water and was made to eat out of the bowl like a dog. We were kept separated. The Chief and the leaders raped Siv daily. They made her drink something made from herbs and roots which, I believe, kept her in a state of arousal and prevented pregnancy.
The Chief allowed his people to do these things because it probably provided a powerful bonding experience. A diversion... I don’t know if they had ever had European, or Norwegian captives before, but they certainly enjoyed tormenting us.
Siv Jensen in Senegal
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> A story by Paul Larsen
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> Siv Jensen Captured in Senegal
> Preface
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> Siv Jensen is an unmarried mature politician, tall and blond with a wonderful body. She was a member of the parliament and a popular and respected politician. On her 40th anniversary she got a trip to Senegal as a gift from her friends and colleagues.
> I was asked to join her on the trip to help and support her on her safari trip to Senegal. I had previously been working ten years in Senegal for a big international company. Now I was working in a security company who take care of the security of Norwegian politicians. When Siv got this trip to Senegal, I was asked to join her as a guide and personal guard. I arranged a photographic safari as we were both interested in wildlife photography. The trip would provide a tremendous opportunity for both of us to photograph wildlife and native peoples. We entered the country armed with joy and hopes for a wonderful holiday.
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> Chapter 1
> Capture
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> The first few days were tremendous. Everything went smoothly and the sights provided us with great shots. On the fourth day out, it was a hot morning, and as we moved into a rift valley, we came under attack. The porters suddenly began crying, screaming, dropping their packs and running. I grabbed Siv and pulled her down. I looked around for our guide, but he was gone. We were rushed and overpowered by a dozen men. I found myself grappling with someone. I heard Siv scream and then it all went black.
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> I regained consciousness to find myself suspended by my wrists and ankles to a pole. I was being carried by two men. I could hear Siv whimpering and crying behind me. I called out to her....
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> “Siv…. are you ok?”
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> “Where are they taking us?”
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> “I don’t know, but just hold on.”
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> I didn’t know what to do. I felt awful hanging from the pole. There were lots of men, I couldn’t tell how many. We were somewhere in the middle of a column. They marched for a while... then took a break and set us down. I felt helpless and I’m sure my Siv did too. I was thirsty, but they ignored me when I tried to get them to understand I wanted a drink. It was so hot.
> I heard Siv grunt as she was hoisted up and suspended between, broad, black shoulders; and then we were off. I tried not to think about the pain in my wrists and ankles. I cursed myself for our bad luck. The noises of the savannah and the sound of their feet, as they marched, was all I remember of this part. Siv and I tried to say something to each other but our positions, the heat, and the bush noises made it impossible for us to have any real contact. All I felt was pain and fear.
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> Chapter 2
> Public Humiliation
> We finally arrived at a village. There was a horde of ragtag children and motley dogs around. There was a lot of yelling. They set us down by a well. I looked over at Siv and she was a sweaty mess. We were physically and emotionally drained. I was dying of thirst and I’m sure that Siv was too. I begged for water. The men just grinned at me.
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> Then the leader came over, had the men cut our bindings, and allowed us to stand. I gestured to him that I wanted water for me and my friend. Just then a commotion caught my attention. A big, older man, surrounded by flunkies, was making his way over to us.
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> ‘This is the Chief,’ I thought to myself. He looked us over. I tried to say something. He raised his hand to silence me and barked something. He pointed at me and then at Siv. The Chief was medium tall and had a big belly. He was wearing some marks of his office and a loincloth. His face was broad and very black; an ugly mean face. His manner was frightening.
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> I begin to worry what was in store for us, especially for Siv. A crowd had formed - women and children of all ages. They were a rough looking lot - most of them. The women were bare-breasted. I saw a lot of pouting and hanging breasts with very dark black nipples. Distracted for the moment I remembered our needs.
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> I tried to make him understand we were thirsty. I used my hands. The Chief stared at me as if I was crazy and then he smiled and laughed out loud. He gestured to a woman. She was heavy-set and older, maybe his wife. He mimicked my gestures and laughed again. She said something to him, but her face was mean too.
> The Chief raised his hand and made some announcement to the mob. They behaved as if they were at a sporting match. I was fearful that this was a bad sign. Then the Chief made a little move with his hand and two men grabbed both of us and forced us to our knees. Siv and I looked at each other; we were both so thirsty. They brought over a bowl of water, but the Chief grinned as one of the men pulled his penis out from under his loincloth and began to piss in it.
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> The Chief mimed a dog lapping water. We both looked at each other and understood. I felt degraded. But this is what he wanted us to do: lap the water like dogs. We were so thirsty; we lapped up the “flavored” water. This act of submission made the mob happy. My fears were now raging out of control.
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> I also felt tremendously humiliated. Siv, who must have been thirstier than I was, put her face in the bowl and lapped it up like a puppy. The mob took real delight at how she submissively she performed for them.
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> This is what I didn’t know then, but I know now: these people were a sorry lot. Dirt poor, they survived by raiding other villages, stealing and taking hostages. They took vicious and cruel delight in reducing their captives to the level of animals or things. The first minute we were in camp set the tone for our entire captivity. They indulged in varieties of sexual savagery that were beyond my comprehension. And, from this moment on, our situation got worse...
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> The Chief barked, clapped his hands and at his command, the native women crowded around us. The Chief clapped again and they began, like a multi-limbed creature, a centipede, to pull our clothes off. I tried to resist, but there were too many hands.
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> I looked over to see them stripping Siv nude. I saw her in her bra and panties and soon she was completely naked. I was stripped naked also. I saw the mob passing Sivs bra back and forth. The women stepped back to let the tribe have a look at us. Siv covered her crotch and breasts with her hands. I had both my hands covering my privates. Our white skin made us stand out in the hot African sun, among all these black people. We were both very sweaty, at this point....
> The faces of those around us seemed hideous. I remember very black faces with white teeth and the whites of their staring eyes with expressions of lust and cruelty in them like devils. But worse was yet to come. The Chief sat down, pointed and at his command, the women again descended on us like flies. The crowd was overjoyed. They seemed to love the spectacle of our being displayed and molested for their enjoyment.
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> One woman, a pretty plump thing, teasingly tickled my scrotum and my penis. I looked over at Siv, right next to me, and saw that her tormentors were squeezing and mauling her breasts. This made her nipples respond by getting erect. They pointed this out to humiliate her. My penis was squeezed and jerked. I couldn’t help myself but I began, to my horror, to get erect. As my penis stiffened, individuals pointed at me and laughed. I wanted to die...
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> My tormentor wagged my half-erect penis at the crowd to make them laugh more. She mimed that my penis was small and the mob roared with delight – humiliating me totally. Hands were at my ass pulling my cheeks open; and then I felt someone rubbing grease on my anus... and a finger was forced inside me.
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> Then, someone grabbed at my testicles. My bag had shriveled in fear. Whoever it was eventually trapped my testicles in the bag. Then they squeezed them. I groaned and the crowd reacted. They did it again and my reaction made the natives clap their hands in glee. I saw the Chief grinning from ear to ear at my predicament.
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> Then the painful squeezing of my balls stopped. Someone else began frigging my penis and between that and the finger in my rectum worming around and pressing on my prostate, my penis got fully erect. I didn’t want to lose control in this situation, but my body betrayed me.
> I looked over and saw what they were doing to Siv. They had rolled her cotton thong panties and had the material between her thighs. One particular woman, a middle-aged crone, began pulling it slowly to and from - working the panties into a thin, wet cord in Siv’s crack. Siv gasped and moaned as the woman worked it back and forth thru the lips of her cunt.
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> Everyone laughed as she tried to stand up on her toes to avoid what this woman was doing to her. The woman began sawing her hands back and forth using the full length of the wet cotton with each stroke. She struggled in the grip of the women holding her, but they just laughed. There was nothing she could do.
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> After a minute of this, Siv began writhing and gasping at the slightest movement. That’s when the woman stopped and felt her between her legs. Grinning, she held up her fingers... glistening with my Siv’s secretions. The mob roared. She had been humiliated as I was...
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> The old woman pulled the cord tight again and continued to masturbate her. Siv bit her lip as I could see that she was trying to ignore the maddening friction of the wet panties against her sensitive sex lips. The woman with cruel skill pulled the panties back and forth so that Siv`s sensitive bits: her labia, clitoris, her urethra, the vaginal opening and her anus were teased unmercifully.
> Each indignity and Siv`s increasingly agitated reactions brought a fresh round of laughs and grins from the mob. I looked at their faces and saw the depths of their depravity. I was growing more afraid. The use of sexual torture was a mark of a much degraded people.
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> The Chief growled something and the woman began to vigorously manipulate the cord. He obviously wanted the woman to make her have an orgasm. The old woman pulled the wet cord right up against the clitoris.
> I heard her begging and whimpering. Watching Siv’s face for her reactions, the woman, grinning, whipped the cord left and right to work her clitoris. Her moans suddenly became louder, her hips bucking and jerking. Now that she had gotten Siv close to cumming, the woman slowed down, tantalizing her. I heard her, teased to the point of distraction, begin whimpering like she did when she was about to cum...
> The mob roared its approval when she began to moan. I could see the muscles as tight as a drum in her neck. Finally, the crone jerked the cord to and from in a blur and made her reach a tumultuous orgasm. Siv’s hips began a lewd jig and her writhing left no doubt she was in the throes of an orgasm. The fact that they could make her cum in these circumstances shocked and horrified me.
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> She groaned, and her coital movements and jiggling ass cheeks excited the mob. I was horrified as my prick had gotten erect earlier and stayed hard as I watched what they did to her. Between what they had been doing to me and watching what they did to Siv, I was very aroused. I looked at the men of the tribe and saw the looks of lust and cruelty in their faces. I looked over at Siv; her eyes were closed and she appeared to be in a world of her own.
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> I was terribly afraid, at this point, as she was surrounded by a hundred savages. I began silently to pray. I had not done that in years. I shuddered at the thought of what might happen next. The men began drinking from gourds. This only made me more frightened. Sober they were savages - drunk they would be worse.
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> Then I was brought forward so that two young girls could begin playing with my scrotum and penis. They pulled and tickled my bag and teased my penis. They kept it up, unmercifully. They worked on me as a team. It was torture. They got me worked up and close to cumming, but stopped short of letting me ejaculate. They mob crowded in close to watch them masturbating me. I lost track of time as they got me close to orgasm.
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> I could see how much they were enjoying this. For me, it was awful. Then a big, fat, older woman held up a smooth, curved wooden rod. She greased it with fat. Two men suddenly turned me around. Two more women spread my ass cheeks. I felt fingers rubbing grease on my anus. Then the big, fat woman pressed the rod against my anus and when it parted my sphincter, she worked it into my rectum.
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> I felt the knob against my tight sphincter and then I was impaled. The knob at the end opened my anus and the rod plowed into my rectum. I winced in pain as I had never had anything that big in my asshole before. I remember crying out. I struggled in their grasp, but I was helpless to prevent this from happening to me. I screamed...
> I could hear everyone laughing and clapping. I hung my head as waves of shame, pain and arousal overwhelmed me when it was in me all the way. Then as I tried to adjust to the pressure in my rectum, my erection seemed to grow and throb. It was hard and hot and pointed at the sky. I shook my head. I couldn’t believe what this people were doing to me...I couldn’t believe that I was hard as they did these things to me....The two girls went back to masturbating me. I tried hard to control myself, but there was no way, with the rod in my rectum, that I could do that.
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> I was humiliated when I began ejaculating. I felt like my whole soul was spurting thru my penis. There was much laughter as I came in front of the whole village. The girls mimed that my load was disappointingly small. I felt my face go red with embarrassment. That they could make me cum in these circumstances didn’t shock me as much as the fact that they had been able to make Siv do the same, but I was humiliated. I looked over at Siv and she had her eyes closed. I don’t know if she saw me ejaculating or not. I hope she didn’t...
