'A lesson in Manners' is an extract from my novel 'African Torture', the URL for ordering the complete book can be found on my Author page. Carol Wainwright, a young, blonde American lawyer working for a civil rights organisation in a central African country, has compiled a dossier about how some officers of the county's dreaded Internal Security Bureau (the ISB) have been running a torture and sex-slavery racket under the cover of their official duties. Unfortunately, she loses her temper during a meeting with the Minister of the Interior and General Jonas Achebe, Head of the ISB, and reveals the existence of the dossier. Too late, she realises that the corruption goes to the very top and that it is General Achebe himself who is the organiser of the sex-slavery racket. Carol is forced to flee the capital together with a childhood friend from the states, Suzy Wilkins, who arrived unexpectedly whilst on a back-packing jaunt around the world. Keeping clear of the airport and main roads they take a bus to the border post at Tengani, hoping to slip across before the guards are alerted to stop them. All seems to be going well but... A Lesson in Manners Suzy Wilkins rubbed the grit from her eyes and tried to see through the dust cloud cloaking the bus as it shuddered its way towards the border post at Tengani. One of only two white people aboard, the nineteen year old's red hair and creamy, freckled skin made her an object of curiosity for the other travellers. Only twelve hours ago she'd been lying in bed gently fingering her cunt as she thought about meeting David in his room the Country Club for lunch. Food was the last thing on her mind... it was images of riding David's lean, tanned body, working herself to climax after climax on the long, hard shaft of his cock, that were feeding her imagination and making her so wet and excited. The dreams had vanished when Carol had stormed in yelling that things had gone wrong and they had to get out now! She'd argued and yelled back... until Carol had slapped her face. Only then did Suzy understand fully that they were running for their lives and the danger was all too real. Trying to ignore the stares of the other passengers, she was thankful that, for once, she'd obeyed her Carol's orders. Loose trousers, a man's denim shirt and her most battered pair of trainers may not have been the height of fashion but at least she was comfortable and covered up. She'd tried arguing over that too when Carol had ordered her to put on her oldest shirt and most worn and tattered pair of jeans. Carol simply slapped her again, repeated her order and had gone on stuffing clothes and documents into a bag. Then she'd totally ignored Suzy's whining complaints as they struggled on foot through the crowds to catch the daily bus to the northern border. Pushed up the aisle, the girl had thrown herself into a window seat near the back, hunching up with arms round her knees, her nose wrinkling in distaste at the pungent smells of a typical African market place and the closer, acrid reek of too many hot bodies. She had sulked for hours, staring rudely out of the barred window space as Carol sat stiff and icily silent in the other seat clutching her battered leather travel bag protectively. After the panic of getting clear of the city, Carol was thankful that at least Suzy's usual skimpy tops and tight shorts were hidden in her bag. Like her young companion, she'd played safe by wearing a long sleeved shirt but preferred a full-length cotton skirt to trousers. At least on this bus I won't have to worry about who she's fucking for a few days, thought Carol wryly. She felt a sudden rush of warmth between her thighs as she recalled the incident three days before. Suzy's antics at the Country Club had become increasingly difficult. Hearing two friends discussing her latest exhibition had been the final straw and she'd gone storming into her Suzy's bedroom intending to have strong words about her sluttish behaviour. The sight of the girl lying deliberately sprawled back on the sheets, flushed with arousal and the newly shaven lips of her cunt still wet and glistening with her cream, had stopped her dead in the doorway. It had taken all Carol's willpower to ignore the explicit invitation in the redhead's eyes. She remembered staring; feeling the heat of her own blushes as Suzy slowly inserted one finger between her dusky pink labia, sliding it in and out in explicit pantomime. Carol had watched, frozen for long moments, as the girl's caresses grew more urgent. Then, looking straight at Carol, she had deliberately sucked the sticky juices from forefinger before pushing it deep inside her cunt once again. Finally, she had somehow broken away, slamming the bedroom door behind her and running for the safety of the kitchen. Carol enjoyed sex but she'd never, never thought of Suzy in that way. Since then though, the thought of lapping and tonguing Suzy's delicious young cunt, making her squeal with pleasure as she came and came again, had become her only masturbation fantasy. Carol's thoughts were interrupted, making her clutch her leather bag against her body, as the bus lurched to a halt at the checkpoint next to the old Victorian barracks on the edge of the border town of Tengani. Orders were shouted and the passengers shuffled off to form two lines, men to the left, and women to the right. 'This is the last checkpoint. Just do as we did last time. Here, put these in your passport.' Carol passed Suzy some American dollars. 'Keep close and let me do the talking... this could be difficult.' She silenced Suzy's comment with an irritated flick of the hand. 'Don't do anything... just let them take them.' The line shuffled forwards surrounded by gesturing, shouting soldiers. Suzy pressed close to Carol, realising that this was one time to keep her mouth firmly shut. Reaching the makeshift desk Carol held out her passport, Suzy copied her, also making sure that the green and cream edge of the dollar bills peeped from between the leaves. Hands scrabbled through the pages, insolent eyes casually stripping the attractive tawny blonde tall lawyer and her young redheaded companion whilst coarse remarks brought a flush to Carol's cheeks and grins from the soldiers. The dollar bills vanished like magic. More soldiers gathered, chattering and joking. Suzy's passport was peered at equally intensely and once again the notes vanished. A series of quick, brusque questions followed; yes, they'd come from the capital, a sudden change of plans, no they'd booked in but the flight was overfull and they'd been bumped, no, by bus to Tengani, then Makali airport to fly to the States. Finally, shaking with tension, they were waved on. Carol took two steps... 'A moment, if you please...' the man was slim, about sixty with silver flecked hair and a quiet, commanding presence. Against the dusty uniforms his gleaming white shirt and black trousers looked freshly pressed. 'Miss Wainwright... it is Miss Carol Wainwright, isn't it?' A snap of the fingers and their passports and papers were immediately handed over. 'I am Captain Kipengi, Internal Security Bureau... I've been told to expect you. We need to have a little talk...' 'Bring her!' Two men grabbed Carol, a third seized her bag and she was hustled away towards the two-storey police station. The soldiers began shouting and pushing the rest of the passengers back to the bus. 'Leave her alone you bastards!' Suzy threw herself forwards, fists thumping the guard's back as they dragged Carol away. 'Leave her alone I said...!' 'Suzy, shut up... just shut up! Get on the bus and get out!' Carol twisted in the soldiers grasp frantic to make Suzy understand. 'Tell them what happened when you are safely across the border... please!' Her warning words were too late. The Captain turned, '...and bring that one too...' he said softly. '...Any friend of our Miss Wainwright may be useful... besides, she needs a lesson in manners.' Hard, brutal fingers dug into Suzy's upper arms and she was pulled forwards too. Inside the shabby stone building they were hustled along bare echoing corridors and into a large room with plain walls and peeling paint. No windows and the door was thick and solid, two battered ceiling fans stirred the air doing little to relieve the clammy heat and humidity. A metal desk, swivel chair and some metal frame chairs together with a battered filing cabinet, a wooden cupboard and a picture of the President in full military splendour, made up all the furnishings. 'Stand there,' the guards pushed and shoved the two women in front of the desk. Captain Lucas Kipengi settled himself comfortably in the swivel chair, cold, black eyes raking over the two women before him. 'Search them...' Suzy cried out as coarse, probing fingers worked down her body. She gasped even louder as the guard discovered she wasn't wearing a bra and took full advantage, squeezing and pinching her firm, pointed breasts until she squealed and squirmed madly. Carol tried stifling her own cries of outrage as she was subjected to the same crude treatment. If anything the soldier took longer with her, mauling her large breasts and taking particular care to dig his nails agonisingly into the prominent, rubbery stubs of her long nipples. His fingers probed into her cunt and the tender rosette of her anus, scraping the material of her panties across the sensitive inner flesh of her body so she whimpered and twisted at the crude invasion. The guards finally left the two women standing alone. Carol was trembling violently at thoughts of the future. She knew only too well the security services operated outside what little law there was and had an evil reputation for cruelty and refined torture. She knew after yesterday, she was already facing pitiless and exquisitely agonising interrogation. Her panic now was to shield Suzy from their foul attentions if that was at all possible. The swivel chair creaked as the Captain leaned backwards. 'I'm so pleased to catch you before you left us, Miss Wainwright. I understand that two of your staff decided to tell us about your travel plans...' He chuckled at the words, 'not immediately of course but, after a few hours and a little technical persuasion, they became very eager to tell us everything we wanted to know... very eager indeed. So now it is your turn... to fill the gaps. My colleague Inspector Lubala has asked for you to be transferred back to the capital as soon as possible. I gather he...and General Achebe...are very keen to talk to you...' The grin on his face widened as he saw the fear and despair on Carol's face. Playing with her growing terror he rocked back, taking his ease with cruel enjoyment, before deliberately turning and ignoring her to study Suzy instead. The nineteen year old's shirt was undone to the waist so that the inner curves of her breasts were clearly visible. She was breathing in short, angry gasps, cheeks flaring red with embarrassment and anger at the crude body search Such obvious signs of bad temper from the pretty teenager seemed to amuse him even more. 'Whilst we wait for the car ... I really must deal with your young companion's bad manners, Jumo!' One of the guards, over six feet tall and with skin like polished coal stepped forwards, 'Jumo is a Nubian, Miss Wainwright. For centuries their women have been prized for beauty and their men for their strength and... endowment. He works as my chief persuader, together with Selima... who you will meet quite soon. Unfortunately for you... they both find great pleasure in extracting the information I require... especially from young and attractive women.' He looked at the grinning figure. 'Fetch a chair for our spoiled American brat, Jumo, if you please... and your cane.' Jumo's smile widened as he pushed a battered, metal-framed chair into the middle of the room and then turned to pick up something from the floor. Suzy stared at the bare, tubular metal frame in bewilderment; yes, it was a chair... but since both the canvas seat and back support were missing it was useless. She shivered at the thought of what other purpose the metal frame could be used for. 'Miss Wilkins, listen to me... Jumo is now going to beat you. The punishment for your disrespect outside is ten strokes with that cane. Bend over the back of the chair and put your hands on the sides. You will hold that position. If you do not... you will be tied down and the punishment doubled. Take the position please.' Suzy stared in horror at the whippy four-foot cane flexing gently in Jumo's hand. 'What! You can't do this, I demand to see someone, I won't, I won't!' 'That brings you ten more, Miss Wilkins... do you wish to continue the argument?' 'I'll get you for this you creep!' Suzy strode over to the chair and bent over the back in one fluid, athletic movement. 'If this gives you a cheap thrill, get on with it, you're just a pervert.' 'Oh, Suzy, no, no... don't say anything else...' Carol pleaded. 'Good advice again, but a little late I fear. Now Miss Wilkins, as a forfeit for that little outburst I think you should remove your trousers. A more intimate lesson is needed, I fear.' Suzy went white as she realised what her loss of temper had done. She started to say something... then bit her lip, undid the buttons and let the trousers fall at her feet. Still decently covered by her shirt, she kicked them away and bent reluctantly over the chair again, flushing with embarrassment and keeping her eyes fixed on the floor in front of her. At a nod from his boss, Jumo stripped off his own shirt to reveal glossy, coal black skin and a physique bulging with muscle. He casually flicked the tail of the girl's shirt back over her shoulders. Half-hidden by the cloth, Suzy heard the appreciative intake of breath as the men saw the smooth rounded curves of her taut little bottom. Although she'd followed Carol's advice about her outer clothing, Suzy had little that was remotely modest in her underwear, and her present flimsy covering was more immodest that most. A tiny scarlet thong, high on her waist with the cord slicing enticingly up between her buttocks provided no concealment or protection at all. The sweet curves of her bottom already strained taut and trembling by her bent position were left quite naked and wonderfully exposed for the caning to come. 'Delightful,' the Captain chuckled at the erotic view of Suzy's behind. 'But I fear such a decadent display must be reprimanded even more severely. Make that thirty strong strokes, Jumo.' He ignored Suzy's wailing gasp of anguish as he turned to Carol. 'Miss Wainwright, since you have failed to instil discipline into your young friend, you will assist in her punishment. Please stand in front of the chair and hold her head between your knees... I suspect that she will try very hard to get up in a few moments... it will go badly for you indeed if she should succeed...' Once in position, Carol tucked up her long skirt, edging her knees apart until she felt the warmth of Suzy's head between her thighs. She braced her legs against the girl's shoulders and leaned forward to grab the metal frame on either side of her hips. She knew, for both of their sakes, she had to keep Suzy doubled over despite the agony to come. The hot, wicked thoughts of the other night flooded back through her as she felt Suzy's neck pressing against her panties... She stared down on the delightfully taut buttocks bent over the rail. Unconsciously, her thighs tightened on Suzy's head; her own warmth growing at the sight of the thin red cord arrowing down between the cheeks; down to where the material stretched tautly over the prominent pouch of the young redhead's shaven cunt. The big Nubian swung the long, flexible cane in a whirring arc. There was a hissing swish then a sharp, wet sound as the whippy rod sliced into Suzy's Wilkins taut little buttocks. 'Thwock!' The teenager jerked madly with the impact and for a moment there was silence, then... 'Nnnngggaaaah!' The sound rang round the room only slightly muffled by the folds of Carol's cotton skirt. Carol's hands clenched white as the girl surged wildly as the scalding pain grew and grew, her bottom cheeks bouncing under the force of the blow. 'Thwock! ... Thwock! ... Thwock! ... Thwock!' The strokes fell with cruel, relentless precision, each weal exactly parallel to the last, marching down the jiggling, spasming cheeks like brands of fire. 'N-n-n-n-n-aaarrggggg, aaah, Aaaah, ARRRGGGHHH!' The sounds from between Carol's thighs became a screaming, gabbled frenzy. Suzy bucked and squirmed insanely as the count passed thirteen; Jumo's grin of pure pleasure growing wider and wider as the young girl's legs flexed and juddered; her bottom cheeks jiggling and bouncing as she clenched and wriggled so desperately in her agony. Carol's anguish was very different. Forced to ride astride Suzy's neck, the girl's wild bucking movements were now masturbating her relentlessly, exactly as the Captain had intended. Shame and arousal fought for control as she tried to stop herself coming all over Suzy's back. Jumo paused at the eighteenth stroke.... Then, he stepped back, summoning a burst of extra energy for two extra powerful strokes. 'Thwock! THWOCKK!' 'OH GOD! PLEEESSSEEE! Noooooo! Please NOOOOOOO!' Jumo paused, letting the throbbing, fiery torment build up, deliberately torturing Suzy with the false hope that it was all over. 'Don't forget the extra ten for that indecent display, Jumo...' the Captain's amused voice brought another despairing wail from the girl clamped between Carol's hot, moist thighs. 'Hold her firmly now, Miss Wainwright... Jumo will place these last strokes on top of the others... since Miss Wilkins is already a little tender there I suspect she may try even harder to rise...' Jumo flexed his shoulders, his black skin gleaming with a fine sheen of perspiration. The cane whirred again even more viciously as it sliced the air and then cut across Suzy's well-striped buttocks with a deeper, more solid 'thwuck!' 'AHHHHH! Yyyyyyyyyyrrrrrgggggh!' Suzy shook her head dementedly, her whole body bowing and quivering as her muscles locked in spasm at the pain blazing through her bottom. Carol felt the short back hairs on Suzy's neck prickling and worrying her cunt lips thought the sodden material of her panties as every frantic spasm drove her closer to the edge. She eased her thighs apart, letting Suzy's neck press up into her even harder, and then clenched her own powerful muscles, rocking to and fro in the first throes of coming. 'Faster, Jumo, faster... let us not deny Miss Wainwright the pleasure she has earned from completing her task,' the Captain chuckled as he saw the woman's hips working faster and faster astride the bowed head of her captive young friend. 'Thwuck!'... 'Thwuck!'... 'Thwuck!'... 'Thwuck!'... 'Thwuck!' The blows struck home with sadistic timing as Jumo watched the unmistakable signals of Carol's approaching climax. 'Uh, uh, uh, nuuuuuuh... huh, huh, ah, aaah, aaaaaaah... hah! Hah! HAH!' Carol flexed and clenched her thigh muscles as ecstasy gripped her body, almost stifling Suzy as the spasms made her jerk and buck uncontrollably. The men grinned and exchanged knowing looks as she grunted in the throes of her release; the rhythmic chants of her orgasm audible even over Suzy's high-pitched squeals. 'Enough, Miss Wainwright, enough... let her up.' Suzy catapulted upright, face wet with tears, scrubbing frantically at the throbbing weals branded across her rump. All dignity and bravado forgotten, she danced on the spot, shirt flapping wildly; half hobbled by her jeans still tangled round one ankle as she tried to cope with the blazing, throbbing agony of the beating. Carol, breathless and panting for very different reasons, fell to her knees, scarlet with shame and the aftermath of pleasure. She pressed her hands into her groin, hoping stupidly that her skirt would hide the sopping wetness of her panties as she too fought to regain some small composure. 'Come here!' Lucas Kipengi's voice was still measured and quiet but both Suzy and Carol knew better than disobey. 'Now Miss Wilkins... after that short lesson let us see what we have here...' He tipped the contents of Suzy's bag across the desk. With a clatter, a ribbed and contoured black plastic cylinder rolled free of the tee shirts, make up and coloured froth of underwear. 'Well, well... what a delightful little toy.' Lucas Kipengi let a smile flicker across his face as he pressed the vibrator's base and a hornet-like buzzing filled the room. 'A young lady of passion I see.' He looked up; eyes alight with cruelty as he studied the trembling, tearful figure of the nineteen year-old high school student. 'Jumo, you have competition,' he chuckled as he put the vibrator to one side on the edge of the desk. He studied the two women for a moment longer. 'Miss Wainwright, I hope you are feeling particularly strong... I suspect that your intention is to 'keep silent' as they say. If so, the process of extracting the information we want will be intensely enjoyable for my colleagues at headquarters... and exquisitely painful for you. As for Miss Wi...' '...Suzy has nothing at all to do with this! You've no right, not right at all to drag her into your filthy schemes...' Carol Wainwright pressed forward, fear and anger driving her words. 'Ah, so you say... Unfortunately for her she may know something important... besides, whilst I very strict orders about you, I have a certain freedom with regard to Miss Wilkins.' He grinned maliciously at Suzy still hopping from foot to foot, her shirt flapping round her thighs and revealing glimpses of her scarlet thong panties with every movement. 'But for you, it is time to begin your interrogation. He pressed a button on the desk and two more guards appeared. 'Take her downstairs, Room Two and wait for me. I ask Selima to join us.' Carol was led out as the Captain dialled an internal number and spoke softly for a few moments. Suzy was left alone rubbing her abused bottom and sobbing to herself as the big Nubian forced Carol across to a side door and pushed her through it. Suzy tried to tug the tails of her shirt down but realised that her efforts were only amusing the captain as he lolled back in his chair. 'You wanted me sir?' Both Suzy and Carol stared across the room at the middle-aged woman who had walked in. In her late thirties with olive skin, her long black hair pinned was swept back into a severe bun, the style emphasising the strong, cruel lines of her face. The clothes added to the sense of quiet menace, black knee length skirt, soft flat shoes and a black shirt that was tight enough to strain the buttons over the fullness of her breasts. The Captain nodded towards Suzy. 'This naughty little girl is ours for a little while until I complete any investigations that might be necessary. I thought with your particular skills you might wish to assist us in finding out a little more about our young American guest, Selima.' The Arab woman studied Suzy's slim, half-naked figure with eager eyes. She took her time. Jumo watched her, grinned as he walked over to the desk, picked up the explicitly formed shape of the girl's vibrator and handed it to the Arab woman. 'Pretty girl, and hot too... perhaps you would like me to check her responses and reactions for you...Sir?' The Captain grinned broadly at the familiar innuendo of the question, settling back in his chair and gesturing for Selima to continue. Suzy froze as Jumo gripped her arms from behind and then began trembling with a mixture of fear and excitement as the Arab woman gently undid the buttons of her shirt one by one. She used both hands to ease it off the girl's shoulders before letting it fall so Suzy's slim shapely body finally displayed openly for their attentions, the scanty red triangle of her panties against the light tan of her freckled skin only emphasising her near nudity. Suzy's shivers increased as the woman's fingers scraped delicately over the pale pink tips of those pert little breasts. Each touch accompanied by a soft stream of air as Selima blew on the sensitive flesh making the crinkled buds rouse and stiffen for all to see. Her touch was feather light, each teasing caress starting at the edge of the wide aureoles before scratching lightly and slowly down the length of the teenager's erect, upturned nipples. Despite her fear, Suzy Wilkins moaned and gasped with rising excitement as the woman stroked her. Satisfied with the initial reaction to the slow, deliberate pleasuring of her young victim, Selima changed her attack to a gently milking action, her forefingers and thumbs working the two peaks to aching hardness. Suzy clenched her fists, trembling with delight and fear of what she knew was to come. 'W-What are you g-g-going to d-do to m-m-me...?' 'Make you come of course... I'm sure you'll enjoy it. Perhaps, after you've entertained the Captain and Jumo here... I'll see how many times you can manage...to compare with the native girls I usually get to play with. Eight, nine... maybe ten times; you look as though you've got the stamina.' The hands stopped and Selima picked up the vibrator. She pressed the base and its angry buzzing filled the room, '...as for your little plastic man...' She touched the explicitly domed head to Suzy's breasts, drawing circles that carefully avoided the stiff peaks. 'How do you like him to pleasure you? Here...?' The buzzing tip moved over the wide pink aureoles before grazing each nipple with a single fleeting touch. 'Oh, oh no, no n-nooo... d-don't... p-please, oh yes, yes y-y-yessss...' 'They do get nice and stiff don't they...' the woman touched and twisted the vibrating head against the jutting tips in turn; forcing Suzy to squirm in delight as the ripples of sensation aroused her to near boiling point. 'Let's see what happens if I just tickle these wet little panties.' The vibrator moved downwards, each touch making the young girl's stomach muscles shiver and ripple with contractions. Suzy caught her breath, unconsciously shuffling her feet apart as Selima began to stroke the polished head over the soaked, clinging fabric... tantalising and arousing the girl by deliberately avoiding any touch on the pouting wet labia still cupped by that taut, scarlet pouch. Suzy's hips jerked forwards as the buzzing head finally traced along the wet fabric, pushing it up into Suzy's slit so she moaned and twisted on the very edge of coming. Selima pressed the vibrator deeper into the girl's vagina, using her other hand to repeat the tormenting, scraping caress along the teenager's nipples. 'Are you coming, Suzy, are you? Come on, spurt for me little one. Oh yes, that's it, yes, come on, yes, yes...' 'Whooo... whooo... I'm there, yes... yes, I'm there...I'm there... I'm THEEERRRREEEE!' At the peak of sensation Suzy bucked forwards, clamping her thighs together and bending her knees so she was only held up by Jumo's iron grip. Her hips continued thrusting and twitching madly as she tried to force the buzzing, tormenting rod even harder and deeper into her body. The wet, clinging fabric provided an extra stimulation as it was rubbed and scraped against the tender inner membranes of her labia by the woman's expert masturbation. Silence fell as Selima switched off the vibrator and pulled it free. She licked the girl juice from the gleaming plastic head, studying the panting, gasping figure with quiet satisfaction. She waited for the harsh sobbing breaths to ease a little before she led Suzy back to the middle of the room. 'Over the chair, right over... just like before but this time...' Selima ran her hands over the girl's sweaty skin, teasing her nipples again so she twisted and gasped at each touch. 'Let's get rid of these shall we...?' Selima's clever fingers rolled the waistband down, easing the sodden fabric away from the girl's cunt to leave her doubled over and completely naked in front of the avidly watching men for the first time 'She's all ready for you now, Sir...' Cortez All Rights Reserved
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