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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.

    The end

     

     
      Posted on : Feb 16, 2021
     

     
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