Family Abused in Kenya

By Shabbadew2002

Contact me @ shabbadew@ca.rr.com

Gatamaiyo Forest Nature Preserve.  This is where Abigail discovered the baby leopard tortoise.  It was so cute, that when she saw it she had to have it.  So, she picked it up and popped it in her purse.  She didn’t even tell her brother, Heath, about it until much later. 

Actually, back at the hotel, Heath saw some movement in her purse, jumped up and said, “hey, there’s something in your purse.”

He reached for a shoe to beat to death whatever had snuck into his sister’s purse.  But Abigail giggled and went over.... picked up the purse, to Heath’s shock and dismay, and pulled the cute tortoise out.

“What the hell is that,” he asked?

“Oh, I found her today, at the Nature Preserve,” Abigail said, giggling.

“Her?  That thing is probably a boy turtle,” he said.

“Shows you what you know.  A turtle lives around water.  This is a tortoise.”

“Anyway, it’s a dumb idea.  Wait until Father finds out about it. You’re going to get in trouble.  You can’t go picking up any of the wildlife here.”

“OH, Heath, you’re such a killjoy.  Who’s going to miss a cute little girl tortoise anyway?”

Abigail was no longer a child.  At 16, she was a well-built younger version of her mother.  She was, however, a willful child and compared to Heath, she gave her father, Clifford, and her mother, Margaret, plenty of worry.

The family’s vacation in Kenya had gone smoothly.  Over 10 days they traveled to Mombasa, Nairobi and went as far as Kisumu on Lake Victoria.  They visited Mt. Kenya National Park and got to see a lot of wildlife.  Along the way, Heath managed to score a piece of rhino horn, to show his mates back in Portsmouth. And from a street seller, Mum had bought some sandalwood.  So, when they went through customs on the way home, they ran into trouble.  All three items were prohibited.  The soon met Senior Customs Official, Howard Owiti. (Readers will want to read Kenyan Customs Nightmare and Sex Slaves of Kenya by Shabbadew2002 to learn more about Owiti and his scams.)

One of the customs people began to suspect something from the way Abigail was walking.  A female officer took her into a room and that’s when the leopard tortoise was discovered under the teen’s skirt. And Margaret’s sandalwood and Heath’s rhino horn were soon uncovered as well. 

Cavity Search

The family was then taken one-by-one into an examination room and subjected to a through search. Girls first and then the boys in a small, hot, airless room.  This was done by two female guards.  First, they made mother and daughter strip in front of each other.  As the two removed an article of clothing, they had to hand it to a guard, who then examined the garment.  The older, heavyset guard, named Ambala, wore a pair of latex gloves. She ordered them, sweating and blushing to bend over and rest their upper bodies on the table.

“Spread your legs open wide,” she said to them. “Wider.”

Both mother and daughter shuffled their feet to comply.  They exchanged glances and a look of mutual embarrassment passed between them.  Ambala loved the opportunity to humiliate mzungus (whites).  She knew how to do it in a way that made both men and women experience shame.  Often she was able to sexually her victims during the exam.  Having these two white women bent over a table with their pussies and assholes shamefully exposed was deeply satisfying for her.

Ambala turned her attention to Margaret, who groaned now that she was facing the ordeal. She worked one and then two fingers into the 38 year old mother’s pussy - rummaging around and pressing on her G-spot.  All of this was ostensibly an exam to see if she was hiding “contraband”.  She soon had Margaret moaning. Finally, Ambala lubricated the Englishwoman’s anus with a fresh dab of ointment and worked a finger into her rectum.  She worked it this way and that and soon made Margaret pant, squirm and groan with the intrusion.  Finally, she pulled her finger out. 

Neema, the other guard, was actually Ambala’s daughter.  She pulled on pair of gloves.... lubricated two fingers....and went to work on Abigail.  She quickly discovered the girl had no hymen.  The 16 year old teen wasn’t a virgin.  She penetrated her and twisted her finger this way and that and then forced two fingers in deeper to examine the girl’s vagina thoroughly.  Abigail whimpered as this was a very humiliating.  When Neema had plumbed her depths and then pressed on her G-Spot, Abigail began to pant and then squeal as a burst of urine spurted from her urethra.

Abigail went, “Oh…oh…oh…OH..OH..OHHHHHHH,” as the pressure on her bladder became too great. 

Then Neema fingered the teen in her shithole.  By the time she was done, Abigail was near tears.  It had been an appalling experience for both women.  They were allowed to dress and when they came out of the room, both husband and son, seeing their faces, went pale as they contemplated having to undergo the same degrading experience. 

Once he and his son were inside the exam room, 42 year old Clifford protested being forced to strip in front of the two women and his son, but discovered he had no choice.  Heath also found it extremely demeaning to have to take his clothes off as well.  Both father and son, when they were naked, put their hands over their cocks - trying for some dignity.  Ambala told them to lean on the table and bend over. 

When they were both in position, she told Clifford, “Pull your cheeks apart.”

Humiliated, he had to do as he was told.  She then began to lubricate his anus.  He felt his asshole clench involuntarily when she began to rub ointment all over his anus.  Then he groaned as she wormed her index finger into his hole, stretching first the outer sphincter.... and then the inner ring of muscle.  He grunted at each violation.  He lowered his face so that he was cradling it between his upper arms.  In truth, he wanted to hide.

Heath was looking away, but as Neema began to penetrate his asshole, found himself turned into a “hand puppet” too.  Neema, who was 21 and cute, had a field day examining her teenage victim.  The boy began to groan softly as she worked her finger deeper into his rectum.  When she found his prostate, she pressed and rubbed the walnut sized organ.  She turned to Ambala and murmured something, in Swahili, that while she wasn’t finding any contraband, she’d discovered he had a sensitive prostate gland.

As she palpated it, Heath began to groan.  He was deeply shamed by the whole scene and realized, much to his horror, that his prick was starting to react.  He tried to will himself not to feel anything, but try as he might, he couldn’t do it.  He snuck a peek between his legs to see his prick stiffening, much to his humiliation.  ‘Oh shit,’ he thought to himself, ‘please don’t get a ‘woodie’ now.’  His prick began to throb and twitch - growing stiffer.  Soon, a drop of pre-cum appeared at the tip, shaming him even more.  Both women now instructed the men to stand up, turn around and put their hands behind their heads.

17 year old Heath wanted to die, he was so ashamed.  He knew that his prick would be on full display, but he had no choice. 

“Put your hands behind your head, please,” Neema ordered him.

Both women proceeded to take father and son’s pricks in hand and pushed back their foreskins to examine under their prepuces for contraband.  Ambala told the men what they were doing, but it didn’t make it any easier for them. 

Now that they were done, Ambala turned to Clifford and said, “OK, you’re both ‘clean’. You may get dressed.” 

After this ordeal, Clifford and Margaret Bennett found themselves in front of Senior Customs official, Howard Otitis, in his small office.

“I’m going to have to report the theft of the tortoise to the Kenyan Wildlife Service,” he said looking gravely.

“Is that serious,” asked Clifford.  He was slim man with a receding hairline and glasses.  He looked serious and thoughtful.  As the general manager of the Cascades Shopping Centre in Portsmouth, England, he was used to being able to deal with problems.

“They may even have to notify Interpol,” Owiti added. “Smuggling wildlife out of Kenya is a serious offense. And the rhino horn….well you know how few of these creatures there are left in the wild.  The sandalwood is also on the restricted list, but this is not as serious.  Unfortunately, you and your family could be facing arrest.  I can notify the British Consulate.  You will need to hire a local attorney to represent you.”

The couple came to the realization that they had stumbled into a hornet’s nest.  After this interview, they were shuttled from one office to another and after four hours, they were all fairly well frazzled when they were unceremoniously dumped back into a big, empty holding area.  A somewhat brusque representative from the British Embassy, wearing a rumpled suit, showed up and made the couple more nervous.  He told them that these cases can be “sticky” and that he would recommend an attorney. 

“When can we go home,” Clifford asked him?

“Well, it’s not clear at this point.  It all depends on how the government decides to look at your situation.  Sometimes these things can get worked out fairly easily and well….other times, the Kenyan government takes a harder approach.  It all depends on how many scandals are in the papers…That sort of thing.  If they want to come off looking like they’re cracking down on foreigners….then a situation like yours might be dealt with more harshly. It all depends…”

He was not very encouraging. And in the meantime, there was discussion about whether or not they would be turned over to the local police in Nairobi. The family, now all realizing the stewpot they were in began to hurl about recriminations.  Clifford lost his temper at one point and berated Abigail for her thoughtlessness in absconding with the tortoise.  But he didn’t confine his anger to his daughter. Both his wife and son came in for their share of recriminations about their foolishness too.

And, then, embarrassed, Clifford apologized after Abigail began sniffling. She was upset by her father’s outburst.  She was closer to her Mum, and she and her father had often come to angry words and hard feelings over her rebellious ways. 

The Bribe

Clifford moved over the far side of the room to think everything over.  Owiti had dropped some hints that there might be a way for the them to avoid being enmeshed in the Kenyan legal system.  So, Clifford, in reviewing this, decided to approach the Senior Customs Official.  He asked the guard outside the door to see Owiti again.  The Senior Customs Official again met with him in his office.  He had his number one man, officer Kibwe, with him.

“You wanted to see me,” Owiti began?

“Yes…hmmm…..I….uh…..well….I wanted to see if there was anything I could do to “expedite” this situation.”

“I see.  Well, you’ve met with a representative from your embassy.  What did he advise you to do.”

“Well, he said he would recommend an attorney.”

“Well, that seems to be it,” Owiti said.

“Well, I had the impression that you could be of help.”

“In what way?”

“Well, if you could see to it that ….you know….perhaps the evidence or the paperwork ….you know…sort of disappeared…well…”

“Are you offering me something…. if such a thing were possible?”

“Well….yes.”

“How much are you offering?”

“Oh…say…100,000 Kenyan shillings?”

“I see.  Officer Kibwe, note that Mr. Bennett is offering me a bribe of 100,000 shillings to help him avoid the legal consequences of his family’s actions.  Mr. Bennett, let me advise you that I have been recording this conversation as well.”

With that, he lifted a paper off his desk to reveal a small portable tape recorder - its little wheels spinning and recording everything.

“Adding bribery to your problems was not a good idea, Mr. Bennett.”

As Kibwe escorted Clifford out of the office, the poor man felt pangs of anxiety in his chest.  He had blundered.  He was led back to the holding area where his wife and family waited.  They would sit there another hour, sweating with the children asking too many questions that the couple couldn’t answer.  Ostensibly, they were waiting to see if the Nairobi police would be arriving to take them to the central jail.  And then, Kibwe came in and took Margaret aside. 

“In a few minutes, ask to go to the Ladies room,” is all he said.

When she emerged in the hallway, he took her to see Owiti.

“How cooperative are you willing to be, Mrs. Bennett,” he asked?

Margaret eyed him carefully. Apparently, something was “up”….the question was: where was this man leading her?

“I would be willing to do anything reasonable…..”

“You’ll have to suck some cock.”

“Oh….OH.  When?”

“Right now.”

“Do I have your word that my family will be released?  And there’ll be no repercussions?”

“If you cooperate; and do everything I tell you. Yes.”

Margaret took a deep breath and said, “Uh……OK…ok…..I’ll do it.  I’ll do it, if it means we can go home.”

Owiti took her to the men’s room and locked the door.  He began feeling her up. He grabbed and squeezed her tits and then thrust his hand up under her skirt to grope her crotch and ass.  Getting more excited, he unzipped his trousers and pulled out his cock and balls.  She stared at his thick black cock.   His hard penis began to rear up from the kinky black hair at his groin.  He stroked the shaft, rolling the foreskin back so the glans showed shiny and red. 

He grinned as he enjoyed displaying his hard, hot dick to her.  Margaret was somewhat intimidated by his cock....his black maleness.  She had never seen a black dick before.  She noted the organ’s size; it was longer and thicker than her husband’s.  He grabbed her by the hair and yanked her head around, establishing his control.  Then he pushed her down to her knees to kneel on the hard, dirty tiled floor.  He began rubbing the head of his cock all over Margaret’s face. 

Then, upping the degradation, he forced her mouth open, yanked her head around by the hair and made her take it in her mouth.  He got her mouth engulfing his dick.  As he got it going in and out of her mouth, the sound of a key could be heard at the door.  She tried to see who or what it was, but Owiti, still holding onto her hair, made sure she kept her concentration on his cock. The door opened and it was Kibwe.  He came in grinning and Owiti nodded to him and said something in Swahili.  He took out his longer, but slimmer cock and stroked it.  He watched and his erection grew at what Margaret was being forced to do. 

And when Owiti made her run her flattened tongue down the length of his dick over its veiny surface, getting it wet and harder, he winked at Kibwe who chuckled at the sluttish thing the white mother was being made to do.  Soon Owiti had his dick all the way in her mouth and she was sucking on it like a baby….

At first she couldn’t take too much of his cock into her mouth.  Sucking and working it with her tongue and lips, she wanted him to please him so he wouldn’t hurt her.  But when his cock touched the back of her throat, Margaret couldn’t help herself and gagged.  Then, still holding  her by the hair in one hand and guiding his cock with other, he made her take more of it.  Margaret was now drooling…...and it dripped down to wet her blouse.  Soon, he was forcing his whole cock into her mouth – just face fucking her.  He mouth fucked her and then gave her a breather. 

But, when she slowed down and wasn’t so “enthusiastic” he growled at her, “Suck it, cow.”

With her hot mouth taking it all, it reached its full erect size, and not gagging and retching became the challenge for her.  He forced it to the opening to her throat - past the back of her tongue - and this made her gag over again and again.  She began coughing and he took it out to let her get a breath.  With her eyes tearing, her nose running and her mouth salivating like mad, she was becoming a sloppy mess.  He let her catch her breath and then he yanked her head around a little and forced it in again. 

When she sucked him expertly, he praised her.  When she displeased him, he took his dick out of her mouth and slapped her face with it.  It was very humiliating.....When he went slowly, she only gagged a little.  But when he began reaming her faster and deeper, she drooled and gagged, coughed and sputtered.  Her throat muscles tightened involuntarily every time she felt his dick touch the back of her tongue.  She struggled to control her gag reflex, but it was very hard. 

He grabbed her head in both hands.  The slow, rhythmic pace was gone.  Margaret began to feel that she was going to suffocate.  Her throat tightened up, no matter how hard she tried to relax.  The saliva and pre-cum pooling in her mouth dribbled and ran over her lips and down her chin.  Soon, there was a big wet spot on her blouse.  He thrust his hips forward, groaned and ejaculated.  He held her head steady and made her swallow his load.  She coughed when it was over and it was a very sloppy cough. 

Kibwe then got his turn with her.  He used his dick to tease her lips.  He made sure to smear his pre-cum on her lips.  Then, he put it in her mouth.  He came very quickly and when he was done spurting hotly and wetly into her mouth, he let her spit the semen and her saliva into her hand. He used the head of his dick to wipe some of it up. Then he presented it to her.  Margaret dutifully licked it all up. He did this three times, making her swallow all the semen she’d spit out.

Then Owiti let her up and let her get cleaned up. After this, Kibwe took her back to where her family was waiting.  She made sure to act like nothing had happened.  Then Kibwe told Clifford that somebody from KWI, the Kenyan Wildlife Service, had shown up to interview Abigail.  Actually, this was a lie.  Owiti wanted to exploit the teen; and this was just a pretext. 

Abigail’s Ordeal

Kibwe brought Abigail to Owiti in his office.  He told her that she was the main reason why her family was in trouble. That poaching a Leopard Tortoise was a very serious crime in Kenya.  She tried to say something about how it was just a baby and she meant no harm, but he held up his hand to silence her.  Kibwe pulled up an article online about how Kenya’s wildlife was being exploited by foreigners – and Owiti made her read it.  He was trying to make her feel guilty.  She was just a stupid, soft hormone pumpkin of a girl and he used his experience and the sheer weight of the situation to fuck with her mind.

The issue of the tortoise had been brought home to her.  He made her see that she had done a bad thing.  When this began, she couldn’t imagine that taking a cute baby tortoise could be a problem – and certainly not a crime.  But the last few hours had its effect on the pretty teen.  She was trembling when Owiti told her what could happen to her and her family.  He laid it on pretty thick.  Then he played the tape of her father trying to bribe Owiti.

“He was trying to save you and your family. And he got into more trouble by doing that.  Don’t you think it’s time for you to do something?”

“What…what…what can I do,” Abigail pleaded, tears coming to her eyes.

Owiti eyeballed her now.  She was of average height, but well-built.  She had her mother’s wide hips and full ass and her tits filled her “C” cup bra to near overflowing.  She was blonde, sweet with pretty pink lips and blue eyes.  In short, she was a little doll.  Owiti was salivating at the prospect of fucking her.  Every time she tried to backtrack and say she didn’t mean any harm, Owiti reminded her that this was an admission of guilt. His plan was to soften her up, break her down and then molest her. 

He leaned in close to her and when she tried to excuse what she did, Owiti pounced on her – trapping her with her own words.  She had begun to tremble and her eyes kept filling with tears.  By the time Owiti told her write out a confession on paper, Abigail was an emotional wreck.  She would have done anything at that point. 

The Chief Senior Customs Official made her write a two-paragraph confession in her own handwriting and then said to her, “I have a way for you to get yourself and your family out of trouble.  Will you do what I say?”

“Yes Sir….yes….yes sir, I will,” Abigail said tearfully.

“Well, you’ve been a “bad girl”,” Owiti said.  “Now, you have to do what all bad girls do.  Do you understand?”

Abigail sat in a wooden chair, facing his desk.  As he said this, he and Kibwe came over and got on either side of her.  Abigail, her hair pulled back in a ponytail, looking angelic and sweet in sandals, a blue, patterned short-sleeved cotton blouse and a short skirt, squirmed as they got closer to her.  She was holding the pad and pencil Kibwe had given her and sniffling.   She had started to figure out what they wanted...

“My parents won’t know what happens… right,” she asked with a tremor in her voice?

“No.”

Abigail began whimpering as she considered what she was being forced to do.

“You just be a bad girl - and we’ll let you go,” he said to her.

Abigail looked up at Howard Owiti.  Twenty-four years older, he projected authority.  He smiled at her and then he ran his finger over her lips in an obscene way.  Soon, he was forcing open her mouth and went from inserting one finger to working two fingers into her mouth - spreading open her lips. He had his fingers against her cheeks and then took hold of her tongue pulling the wet, pink organ out of her mouth.  It was obscene what he was doing to her.  It was like he was getting ready to finger-fuck her mouth.

As Kibwe watched, Owiti pried open her mouth and shoved his fingers in....Abigail rolled her head this way and that, but he was relentless and kept up the invasion of her mouth.  Penetrating her with his fingers....he raped her mouth.  Finally, he turned to her tits.  He grabbed and began mauling them.  He swung around and got behind her and pulled her back in her chair. Then, Kibwe began unbuttoning her blouse. 

She whimpered, making soft sounds in her throat as they had their way with her. Owiti held her by her chin with one hand and with the other he rubbed and squeezed her full titties and pinched her rosy pink nipples.  She was wearing a cute sports bra and he worked his hand underneath to rub and diddle her nipples.  Then he got both hands underneath her bra. 

Abigail kept her eyes closed and her face turned to one side as he touched her all over, grabbing and squeezing her plump tits. Then he reached down and grabbed the bottom of her bra in both hands and yanked it up.....pulling the garment up towards her neck.  This exposed her tits fully. 

They were as big as apples, creamy white and capped with strawberry-colored areolas and nipples.  Abigail began to pant, as Owiti rolled, squeezed and hefted them in his hands.  She had begun to look down at what he was doing to her and moaning softly.  It was when he began bouncing her tits up and down in his hands that she started moaning at his obscene play.

In response, Owiti pulled her closer to him and reached down to yank her skirt up and grab her thighs. He simultaneously pulled her legs up and shoved her hips closer to the edge of the chair.  This exposed her crotch to Kibwe who stared at her panty-covered “camel-toe”.  She was wearing pink panties with a cute pattern of hearts and flowers.  Owiti made her put her feet on the edge of the chair and ran his finger down between her legs to stroke the folds of her pussy outlined in the crotch of her panties. 

After playing with her this way for awhile, he grabbed her panties and pulled them tight in her crack, giving her a frontal wedgie.  When Owiti pulled the material tighter Kibwe could now see her pubic hair.  With the material wedged between her outer labia Owiti yanked the material left and right so it rubbed her sensitive inner labia as well as her clitoris.  At the same time, he worked his finger back into into her mouth.

He was violating her a little bit at a time.  Then with one hand on the crown of her head holding her steady, he got a finger underneath the leg band of her panties to rub her labia and explore her vagina.  Abigail again began moaning softly.  He took his finger out and it was wet up to the second knuckle.  He brought it to her mouth and shoved it in, making her taste her own feminine secretions. 

Following this he pounced, like a cat, and made her turn around to kneel on the chair with her elbows and upper body on the desk.  He flipped up her skirt to expose her panties.  He pushed her thighs together and then began giving her humiliating open handed slaps on her buttocks.  Like she was a “bad girl” and needed a spanking.  Abigail moaned and wiggled her ass as Owiti gave her harder smacks.

He pulled her right hand behind her and held it by the small of her back.  He next pulled her panties tight in her crack again, displaying her full butt cheeks.  Abigail had a lovely ass.  Next, he pulled her panties down to her knees, exposing her ass completely.  He pulled her cheeks apart to reveal her pussy and asshole. 

She had a pretty patch of pubic hair between her legs with full pink labia and a tight pinkish-brown anus nesting in a slightly darker grove.  He pushed and pulled her cheeks – open and closed - treating her like a puppet.  Next, he worked a finger into her hole and wormed it around – making soft squelching sounds. 

Then he withdrew his index finger and worked his second and third fingers into her tight wet channel. With his palm down and his index and pinky splayed out on the inner surface of her butt cheeks, he rotated them, feeling around inside her buttery depths for her G-spot and the urethral sponge. 

When he found what he was looking for, he began to rub the area vigorously.  As he found a rhythm and massaged the bumpy patch harder and harder, Abigail began moaning.  Then, she began a keening wail as she began spurting juice.  She ejaculated like a whore.  Owiti’s fingers, wrist, and Abigail’s pussy and inner thighs all got very wet.  He had made her have a very wet cum. 

Owiti pulled out of her pussy and brought his wet fingers over to her face.  He displayed them to her and then made her lick them.  It was very humiliating.  Abigail tried to slump down into a fetal position on the chair, but the seat was too small for her to do this and Owiti had already grabbed her by the right arm and pulled her up into a sitting position.  He then grabbed her by the hair and pulled her forward so that her face was right up against his crotch.

He rubbed her face all over his bulge as she whimpered.  Unconsciously she opened her mouth and put her lips up against the bulge.  She squirmed on the seat, but then sat riveted as Owiti unbuckled his belt, unzipped his trousers and pulled everything down to flaunt his cock and balls.

She looked at his package.  He was twenty-four years older and black.  And she had never had anything to do with a man like that.  He made her hold his black cock.  And it was already very hard and sizable in length and thickness.  He took her hand and jerked it back and forth. This retracted his foreskin and Abigail couldn’t stop staring at the reddish head as it was exposed.  Then he told her to put her hand on his balls.  She did so but he had to take her hand and show her what he wanted her to do: tickle his ball sack and jerk him off.  

He had to keep taking her by the hand to get her to do it.  She kept her head down and stared right at his cock with a fearful look in her eyes.  Then taking a hold of her by her ponytail he pushed her face on his cock.  He pulled her this way and that, all the while telling her to keep her mouth open, so he could work her mouth on his cock.  Following this, he let go of her, but told her to kiss and lick him THERE.  She looked up at him and brushing back tendrils of her hair that were obscuring her face, she looked over at Kibwe.  His face seemed to say, ‘that’s how you have to behave bad girl.  Now, do what you’re told and everything will be OK.’ 

Abigail hesitated just a little and that’s when Owiti grabbed her by the ponytail again, but this time not as rough and said to her, “now get busy and use your tongue. Lick and kiss it.....understand?”

Abigail looked up and nodded and then went to work doing his bidding.  She began licking all around the corona with the tip of her tongue daintily.  Owiti let her do that for a moment and then got his two hands on her head and roughly rubbed her mouth all over his ball sack and cock.  She was being too tentative and cautious and Owiti got impatient.  He yanked her head around a bit holding onto her ponytail. 

Abigail’s brow furrowed when she heard what he wanted next.   He shook her head like she was a disobedient child and commanded her to open her mouth.  She had no choice. His cock had a big mushroom head. It was reddish in color and contrasted sharply with the black shaft.  He let her get used to it for a moment and then using her ponytail, as a handle, he made her take it deep.  He did that and then pulled her off it and then jerked her back on it. 

He got it in so deep that she gagged and began making retching sounds.  She was struggling not to throw up.  He did this several times; each time it was hard for her.  She gasped and strained to keep up with the thick flow of saliva her mouth was producing.  Her lips and chin were now very wet.  Every time he pulled out, his cock was connected to her mouth with strings of her saliva.  As he went in deeper and reached the entrance to her throat, her mouth defensively produced torrents of saliva to protect her.  Her nose had started to run and her eyes were wet too as he pulled and pushed her back and forth like a doll.

“Stay down on it, girl,” he barked at her.

She grimaced and labored to say something to appease him.  But he wanted to humiliate and degrade her.   When he got it in her mouth again he pushed her down on it and then using her hair jerked her back and forth.  Abigail began making the nastiest sounds as she gagged and heaved at the invasion of her mouth.  When he’d gotten a good rhythm going again, he grasped her head with both hands and humped his hips forward. 

The saliva began running down the corners of her mouth in thick strands to drip onto the floor.  Then he just held her head steady and Abigail’s whole body began to buck as she desperately fought her gag reflex. She had her hands on his thighs and she was clenching and unclenching them....and then beating softly on his legs as she struggled not to throw up.

“You stay down on it,” he snapped at her again.

When he let her go, she pulled back to get his cock out of her mouth and gasped for breath.  A river of thick saliva spilled from her mouth and one thick, nasty strand still connected her mouth to his cock. She looked up at him with tears running down her right cheek.....

“I’ll….I’ll do it…. good,” she promised.

When he put his hands back on her head she looked at his cock weary and reluctant - then opened her mouth for the next assault. She sucked up the strand of saliva - following it until she came to the reddish cock head.  Then she took him in.  This time it was easier.....she was getting used to having something big in her mouth. 

Lubricated by all the saliva, Owiti began to work his cock in and out.....in and out....methodically....not too fast and not too slow.  He was using her mouth like it was her pussy and Abigail was getting a sex lesson in how to take a big cock.  Tears ran down her cheeks, saliva drooled and the sound of her gulping and swallowing dominated the moment.  There was a buildup of her saliva on his testicles and as he face-fucked her it dripped down to her lap. 

Owiti began to go faster and faster and Abigail had her eyes closed, her pretty features screwed into a scowl, with her open palms resting on his thighs.  His hips did a little jig as he began ejaculating.  Semen squirted out the right side of her mouth as her tongue worked on the underside of the shaft. Owiti pulled his cock slowly from her warm, wet mouth. 

She choked and heaved – there was so much semen.  It tasted warm and salty sweet, but there was so much that it was a bit gross.  When she looked up at him, Owiti told her to swallow. She did it.  She was panting and her mouth was still drooling afterwards.  Her blouse was still open, her bra was pulled up to her neck and her panties were down around her ankles.

That’s when Kibwe came over and praised her.  She looked up at him imploringly as if to say, ‘I did what you wanted, can I go home now’?  His answer, still smiling at her, was to help Owiti take off all her clothes.  They stripped her naked and got her up on the desk.  Owiti held her by her shoulder and head and stuck his finger in her mouth again.  Kibwe pushed her thighs up to her breasts and began finger fucking her.  When he got her nice and juicy, he worked his second and third fingers into her and, palm up, began searching for her G-spot.  When he found it he worked it hard until he made her spurt again wetting the desk. 

When Abigail saw another man enter the room, she began struggling and Owiti and Kibwe wrestled her into submission.  It was another guard, Matata.  He was younger than Kibwe and number two man on the squad.  Owiti changed places and Kibwe got by her face, took his hard cock out and worked his fingers into her mouth to pry it open so he could get his black dick in.  Kibwe dropped his trousers and shorts and rubbed the tip of his cock all over her face as Owiti played with her clitoris to get her worked up.  Matata came over and held her head so Kibwe could get a good blowjob. 

Owiti barked at her to suck Kibwe’s dick good.  He told her to lick it from his ball sack to the tip.  She did it until his package was shiny with her saliva.  Kibwe got very hot having this 16 year old white doll servicing him.  He got his dick in her mouth and thrust it in and out, alternating it with wriggling his hips.  Soon, Abigail’s near virginal mouth with her sweet pink lips had swallowed his full length.  Owiti was holding her head by her ponytail and helping Kibwe fuck her mouth.  Matata had begun rubbing her pussy, squeezing her breasts and pinching her rosy-pink nipples.

Kibwe came in Abigail’s mouth as Owiti held her head so that she swallowed everything.  Kibwe let out a satisfied groan as he emptied his balls in the white teen’s mouth.  Following this, Owiti got her positioned so he could fuck her as Matata got her sucking his cock.  They bent her over with her hands on her knees.  Owiti got behind her and Matata took a position in front of her.  The two men enjoyed Abigail’s “hospitality” top and bottom.  Kibwe pinched her nipples to add to the sensations overwhelming her. 

She began moaning when Matata worked his cock in and out and then hosed, so much that she choked and gagged.  When Owiti was ready to cum, he pulled out and got in her face.   Poor Abigail had to take another heavy load in her mouth.  She had just swallowed Matata’s slippery load when she had to swallow Owiti’s ejaculation.  Following this, Kibwe got two fingers into Abigail’s open vagina.  He began finger banging her; and made her spurt one last time.  He shoved his wet fingers at her face and rubbed them all over her lips - eventually making her suck them clean.

Abigail was exhausted by what they had done to her and sank to her knees.  Owiti and Kibwe pulled her to her feet and dumped her in the chair as the Chief Senior Customs Official adjusted his trousers and belt.  He said something to the two men, who nodded and then left.  Abigail sat there, sweaty and flushed. 

She asked, “can I go now?”

“Hmmmm......I may have one more thing.  If you it, you’ll be able to go,” he said sounding reasonable. “You can go back to your family now.  Get yourself together.”

Abigail got herself cleaned up in the ladies room.  Then Kibwe took her back to the holding area.  When Margaret saw Abigail, she came over and threw an arm around her.  She asked if everything was alright and Abigail, quickly said, ‘yes, they just wanted me to say how I found the tortoise’. But Margaret was left with the feeling that Owiti had molested her daughter.  She suspected the worst…..

Conditions in the holding room were not good.  They had water, but no food and had to ask to use the restroom if nature called.  There was nothing to do but try to nap on the hard benches or just sit there and wait. An hour later, the family was driven in a lorry by Kibwe, and a young guard named Joseph, to a Quonset hut just outside the airport.  They were given something to eat and there was a restroom, a table and chairs, some old magazines, a beat-up old divan and a small battered TV set.  

Clifford asked what was happening and Kibwe told him that, “I know the Senior Customs Official is working on your case.  I am hopeful; you should be too.”  

Margaret’s Gang Rape

Under the pretext that Margaret needed to sign a paper that would absolve her of any malfeasance in possessing the sandalwood, Kibwe took Margaret with him when he left.   Margaret, when she got back to the airport, was taken to a small storeroom.  Inside, one bare light bulb illuminated a table and chairs and a cot covered with a dirty mattress.  And, at that moment four men showed up: Howard Owiti, Matata and two young guards, Jelani and Joseph.  Margaret took one look at them and knew what she was going to be made to do.  Owiti wasted no time… 

“Take off your clothes, cow,” he ordered her.

When Margaret was slow to respond, he barked at her “Get them off, cow.”

Margaret took off her blouse, her skirt and her bra.  Then slowly she reached down and hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her bikini panties and pulled them down.  Naked, she didn’t know what to do with her hands.  She kept opening, closing them and then wringing them. Now that her tits were on display, they could see she had big, full hangers with large brown areoles and nipples. She was a buxom woman…

“Bend over the table and spread your legs,” Owiti said to her.

Humiliated, she shuffled over to the table.  She bent over and lay down - her pussy fully exposed in this position.  Margaret had a hairy cunt with plump labia and a big brown, tight “starfish” of an asshole nestled in her crack.  Her full, fat buttocks were snow white, but the crevice between her cheeks was darker.

Then, the men dropped their trousers to reveal five large black uncircumcised dicks.  Margaret looked at their cocks as each was revealed.  The men were mostly hard and rough with shiny black skin.  Matata’s skin was almost blue-black.  She bit her lip as she saw what she was going to have to take in her pussy.

Already their dicks were starting to stiffen. Matata’s was already pointing towards the ceiling.  To Margaret they looked like big, black truncheons.  She licked her lips nervously.  Owiti came over and grabbed and squeezed her tits; and pushed her thighs further apart to play with her sex.  The others could soon see her wet labia, glistening as he worked two fingers in her sexhole. 

He rooted around, exploring the size and feel of her hole. When he pulled his fingers out, they were connected to Margaret’s sex hole by long thick strings of vaginal mucus.  It was obvious she wasn’t going to need any lubrication.  He jammed his fingers back in and finger-fucked her steadily.

‘Please….Please….OH GOD…please….don’t let me cum. PLEASE’, Margaret prayed silently to herself.  She was sickened and yet aroused by the feeling of being surrounded by so many rough, virile, aggressive black men.  It had a locker room feel to it and it was repugnant as well as arousing to her.  She hated herself for feeling anything, but was helpless to control her own body.

Owiti took the first turn with her.  He bent her over with her elbows on the table and her head between her hands.  Her piss flaps glistened wetly in the overhead light partly hidden by the thick mat of dark brown pubic hair guarding her nest.  Owiti got his cock in deep and he took his time to work her cunt.  Margaret’s moans were keyed to what he did to her with his cock.  When he forced it in deep and slow, she groaned.  When he pounded her fast and hard, she began to moan and squeal; it was obvious she was getting hot.

Owiti came in Margaret’s pussy and when his pulled his cock out, he pinched her labia to trap his load.  Margaret was sweating and panting.  Then she put her knuckle up to her mouth to bite on it aimlessly.  She seemed to be in another world. In truth, she was wrestling with her feelings when he brought his slimy cock around to her face. The rough way he used her was not something she was used to, but nevertheless she found it stirred her senses and emotions.

“Clean it,” he said to her simply.

She was blown away that he would make her use her mouth to clean his cock and balls of all traces of sweat, semen and her vaginal secretions – AFTER HE’D FUCKED HER.  She had never had a man treat her like THAT!  Like a whore.  She found the feelings it aroused:  disturbing and unsettling.  Then Kibwe started in on her.   While Owiti had her cleaning his cock, Kibwe moved between her legs and took his turn.  He was soon rutting away like an animal. 

When he finished fucking her and dumping his load in her cunt he stood in front of her face to have his cock and balls cleaned.  He had scooped out some of his and Owiti’s cum with his fingers.  He grabbed Margaret by the hair, like she was a disobedient child and made her open her mouth.  Then he wiped the cum on her tongue and suck his fingers clean. 

Margaret began whimpering and moaning at being treated like a whore.  Matata then stepped up to take his turn with her. He got his cock into her pussy with no fuss and pounded away.  She struggled not to cum, but she was getting close.  He fucked her real good, but didn’t cum.  Then he grunted and roared as he ejaculated in her hot pussy. 

Before she had to clean his cock Margaret looked back and another black man was standing behind her ass - a very tall Maasi warrior type - who sported a long weapon of a cock. This was Jelani. After him came young Joseph….  Both men were very young and both came quickly.

After these young men, 15 years or more her junior, had inseminated her, she heard the door open and watched four new men pour in.  They were wearing overalls and were full of high spirits, laughing and slapping palms. They were maintenance workers and friends of Owiti’s.  They came in and crowded around Margaret, now dripping, sweaty and exposed with her pussy and ass on display.  The taunted her with what they were going to do to her.

And soon, they dropped their trousers.  The sound of their zippers opening was a very distressful sound for Margaret. To think that each and every one of them was going to fuck her blew her mind. She had never been used this way.  But she had fantasized about it….(like so many women do…....)

Over and over Margaret had to take one cock after another in her fertile vagina.  Soon, Margaret was “fuck happy”.  Margaret finally came; and when she did, she just kept cumming as men took turns with her.  Much to her shame. They worked her into such a state that she began screaming in sheer uncontrolled lust:

“Fuck me.  Fuck me.  Fuck me… FUCK ME....FUCK ME....FUCK ME.... I’m cumming… Cum in my pussy.  CUM IN MY PUSSY. CUM in my WHORE’S PUSSY. I’M CUMMING....I’M CUMMMMMMMMMING.”

The kept on her belly, but soon had her on her back on the dirty cot.  Her pussy became so sloppy with semen that most of the men, when they stepped up for their turn, wiped her pussy with her panties before they would put their dick in her.  Each time someone used her panties to clean her pussy, it became more saturated and disgusting.  One of them finally stuffed the nasty, wet rag into Margaret’s mouth before he fucked her. 

Men stood around and critiqued each other’s performance.  Or cheered their mates on, especially when one of them made her cum.  When this group was done, another four, young, strong men showed up.  These guys were from the airport police department.  Four young uniformed studs…all in their early twenties.  Some men fucked her from behind with her bent over the table.  Some pushed her to the cot and fucked her with her legs on their shoulders.  They treated her like a doll or a puppet.

Margaret found it a very humiliating experience to be gang raped.  They were rough with her and pulled and pushed her around like she was a toy.  They fucked her liked they hated her.  When this group had done the deed, another man strolled in.  He was a baggage handler at the airport - a giant of a man and a local legend.  His name was Tembo, which was Swahili for “elephant”.

When he got his turn with Margaret, he smiled from ear-to-ear as the other men began cheering him on.   His cock was half-hard and even then, it was enormous.  Margaret, who had been fucked by 14 men at that point, and whose pussy was loose and slippery with semen and her own juices, looked at his dong and her eyes popped open WIDE!

He had a monster between his legs in a room full of big, hard, hot dicks.  He wiped Margaret’s pussy as clean as she could, as she lay on the cot with her legs splayed open....and then on the dirty mattress, he pushed her legs to her tits and got her legs on his shoulders.  As he got her into position, his dick seemed to keep lengthening and stiffening.

He grabbed his huge dong - pulled the foreskin back and forth and said to her, “well, bitch – you’re gonna get stretched now.” 

Margaret groaned as she looked down and saw how big and thick his dick was.  Now fully erect, it seemed to be as long as her forearm and as big around as her wrist. 

“Oh, God....IT’S SOOOOO BIG,” she said stunned.

He rubbed her swollen, purple labia with the head of his dick.  He took his time and worked it into her pussy.  In a little....then out....then back in.  Margaret had accepted her fate and was relaxing her sloppy wet vagina as much as she could to allow him access to her womanly depths.  He took a few minutes to work it in. The other men crowded around to watch him get it into her. There was something about watching a bigger man invade the pussy you just fucked that attracted men as much as the biggest football game on the tube.

When it was about ¾ of the way he began to fuck Margaret slowly. As he fucked her, she kept up moaning and grunting and crying out as his massive cock ironed out all the wrinkles in her womanly depths.  After a few minutes, when he had gotten almost all of it in, he really put it to her.  Even her labia were pushed into her sex-hole on the in-stroke.   Semen in her vagina was forced out of her hole and ended up on her moist folds as his thick cock stretched her.  It was like seeing a fat snake squeezing itself into a small hole.  Her pussy juice and semen were smeared all over his black monstrosity as he plowed her. 

Margaret began to howl like an animal when he pounded her. She came, but to say she had an orgasm was to understate it by a factor of ten.  She had the biggest cum of her whole life.  Having had two children, she had a normal vagina for a mother.  But, some women need a big dick and this dick was more than anything Margaret had ever had in her hole. The English woman had an orgasm that started in her pussy, soared up into her tummy and reverberated down her thighs. 

Then Tembo, with a roar, came after she did, and shot wads and streams of cum deep into her hole.  Margaret’s cunt stayed open when he got off her. You could see up her vagina.  Semen ran and drooled from her stretched cunt to form a puddle between her ass cheeks on the dirty mattress. 

Tembo brought his softening monster over for Margaret to clean.  She dutifully licked his cock and balls clean of her secretions and his cum.  This group having done its duty, the men dressed and left.  But, then the last group of three showed up.  Margaret groaned when she saw more men unzipping their trousers. 

They got her bending over the table and fucked her from behind, slamming their dicks into her hard and fast.  Margaret came again....When it was all over, she had been fucked by 18 men.  They had filled her pussy to overflowing.  She had experienced mind-blowing vaginal-uterine orgasms that surged from her pussy down her legs and up to her sternum. 

The gang bang finally over - Margaret lay dripping and drenched in sweaty exhaustion on the soiled mattress.  She whimpered and moaned, moving her knees together and apart gently as her cunt spasmed and drooled its loads of pearl jam.  Her pubic hair was matted down and nasty.  Semen had run down her ass crack.  She was a mess.  Owiti had Kibwe take a picture of her with his phone’s digital camera. The snapshot showed her naked with her legs spread and cum drooling from her cunt.  Tembo was behind her, but you could only see him from the waist down. His long, thick dong, dangling almost to his knees, was in the shot as he stood behind Margaret. It was the type of photo that would scandalize Margaret if it ever appeared on the Internet…..

“Her pussy is kind of disgusting now - don’t you think,” Kibwe said to Owiti, who agreed.

Margaret would be allowed to clean herself up as best as possible and dress.  They would bring her back to the Quonset hut when she was presentable.  Meanwhile, the hot sperm worked its way into her fertile womb seeking her eggs. Her panties were a lost cause and were discarded in the trash. When Margaret got back to the hut, she tried to look her best and act as if nothing had happened. 

She reassured Clifford that everything was ‘in order’ and claiming fatigue, she lay down on the cot and soon feel asleep.  Actually, her arrival had broken up a heated exchange between Abigail and Heath, as to who was more responsible for the family’s trouble.  Clifford was glad to see Margaret. He was tired of playing referee.  Owiti showed up about two hours later and took Clifford aside. 

The Senior Customs Official told him, “I’ve been working on your situation and I can tell you that you’ve never been closer to having this whole thing wrapped up.  Just be patient. I’m sending over cots and food, so relax.  You’ll be out of here in no time at all. Just be patient.”

The Hot Seat

Actually, pervert that he was, Owiti had one last degradation in mind for the family when he said that to Clifford.  He planned to make Heath fuck his mother and force Clifford to fuck his nubile daughter.

He took Kibwe, Matata, Tembo and Ambala with him. His crew the Kenyan Customs Services Department of the Kenyan Revenue Authority, plus Tembo, came with him to the Quonset hut.  Joseph and Jelani were there already, as they had been standing guard over the family.  They greeted their comrades as the sic scrambled from the lorry.  Then, they all went inside. 

“Greetings, my friends,” Owiti said to the family when they were all standing in the hut.  The family had been lounging….sitting in chairs, laying on the cots and watching TV.

“Oh…hello,” said Clifford warily, getting up from his cot.

The sheer ebullience of their entrance was disturbing.  ‘What are they all doing here’, Clifford wondered?

“You’re almost done. AND, ready to go home,” Owiti announced dramatically.

“Really,” asked Clifford?

“OH…YES,” said Owiti.

“There is only one thing left to do…and when it’s done, you can all go home on the next flight to London,” Owiti said.

Each member of the family secretly rejoiced at this announcement. 

“What else has to be done,” Margaret queried, beating Clifford to the punch?

“Well, first off, we need to bring the family up to date,” Owiti said.

As he said this, he brought out a portable tape recorder and set it on the table.

“Come close and listen,” he said.

He turned on the recorder and the family listened as Margaret was heard in the throes of sexual arousal and orgasm.  Owiti put the blown-up photo of her taken after everyone had fucked her on the table. Tembo’s huge dick could be seen above her left shoulder. Clifford listened and looked.  His face showed his shock. 

Abigail looked and listened to her mother being sexed and then looked at Owiti as if to say, ‘you told me that it was up to me to save my family. And I let you you all abuse me.  What are you doing to my MOTHER?’ She felt betrayed and even jealous.  She thought she was going to be the one to “save” the family.  Her feelings would soon be a factor in the events to come…

“That’s the sound of your wife, Mr. Bennett,” Owiti said, grinning as Margaret’s voice could be heard hitting a high “C” note on the tape. “To free your family, she ‘volunteered’ to provide ‘entertainment’ and ‘relaxation’ for hard working men at the airport.

“You bastard,” Clifford spat….

“Temper, temper, my British friend,” Owiti advised.

“Your family broke the law….and then YOU tried to bribe me.  You have no right to lose your temper.  If you’re smart, you’ll realize your wife has a better understanding of the world.... and how it works.”

The sound of Margaret as she came with Tembo fucking her silly was then heard on the tape.

“That’s the sound of your wife cumming when Tembo fucked the shit out of her,” Owiti declared smugly to Clifford as he pointed to the giant baggage handler.

Clifford groaned and put his face in his hands.  Margaret blushed from her tits upwards to her face.  Heath was embarrassed for his mother and Abigail sulked.

“Now, you only have one chore left and your family can go free,” Owiti said addressing Margaret.  “All you have to do is fuck your son here.”

Margaret, already stunned by the turn of events, went white. 

“You’ve got to be kidding,” she finally said.

“You know me well enough to know I don’t kid around.”

“Well, I won’t do it.”

Clifford then joined in protesting this latest outrage.  Heath looked stricken and Abigail was shocked too.  This was too much….

“If you do it, you can go free. If you don’t I have ways of persuading you,” Owiti said ominously.

Margaret continued to say, ‘no’.  Owiti snapped his fingers and Jelani and Joseph pushed a bare metal bicycle over.  It had been turned into a weird contraption.  The front wheel was gone and the bike was mounted to a heavy wooden board.  The rear wheel had been jacked up and rested on a wooden cradle so the wheel didn’t touch the board.  The seat was bare metal. Whatever padding and covering there was had been removed. There were straps on the handles and the pedals.

There was a car battery mounted on the back of the board, behind the rear wheel. Everyone watched as Kibwe then brought over a black box, some wires and a plastic spray bottle.  He set the box up on the table and attached red and black wires to it. Then he attached the wires to the battery. There was a T-shaped handle on the top of the box.  None of them were sure what it was…… 

“Know what this is,” he asked Margaret?

Staring at  it, she said, “n...no.”

“Well....I call it the “bicycle”.   When I put someone on it I say that they’re going for a “ride”.  It’s an electric shock machine.  Now, I’m going to have my men put you on it. As soon as the circuit is activated, you’ll feel a shock from the seat. How much of a shock depends on how far this handle has been pushed forward.  You can reduce the current by pedaling.  If you pedal hard enough, it won’t hurt too much, .....but..... you’ll get tired. The “bicycle” will break you in the end. Trust me on this.  But you can avoid all that by just saying, yes’.  Do you understand?”

“Oh God.  No….Please..... please....please don’t do this to me,” she begged.

Clifford pleaded, ‘please don’t do this to my wife’.

Margaret, overwhelmed, sat down in a chair and wrapped her arms around herself and rocked gently trying to calm herself.  Owiti pointed to the “bicycle”. When she refused again, Kibwe and Matata got Margaret up on her feet. Owiti had Jelani, Joseph and Tembo bind father and son to chairs and gag them.  He allowed Abigail to remain free…Clifford began panting and struggled in his bonds.  Abigail came over to stand sympathetically by his side.  She tried to soothe him and stroked his shoulder affectionately.

Margaret, frightened, tried to get away, but Kibwe and Matata held her. Owiti sprayed the bicycle’s seat with water and motioned for his men to bring Margaret over.  She resisted.  She twisted this way and that, but Kibwe and Matata had her. 

“Take off your clothes,” Owiti told her. 

She refused, so he had his crew strip her.  The others watched helplessly as Margaret was stripped naked, right in front of their eyes.  Heath’s eyes nearly bugged out of his head as he saw his mother’s naked tits, hairy crotch and big butt for the first time.  Clifford was in agony as his wife was displayed.  Kibwe and Matata then muscled her onto the bicycle and strapped her wrists to the handle bars and her ankles to the pedals.

There were two halves of a belt mounted on either side of the seat.  They hung down from the seat; Kibwe grabbed and pulled them up and across Margaret’s lap.  Then he buckled them.  She wouldn’t be able to get off the seat now.  The cruel utility in the shape of the seat was revealed as it parted her buttocks nicely and her own body weight pressed her pussy, perineum, and anus right up against the bare, wet metal. 

She was going to have to go for a painful “ride” unless she complied.  Owiti asked her again if she was ready to fuck her son and again Margaret refused.  He went over to the transformer and put his hand on the T-handle.  Margaret stared hypnotized at his hand resting threateningly on it. He told her to get ready; then turned to the others and said, ‘watch what happens next’.

Owiti edged the handle forward on the transformer; and the box started to hum.  The current surged.......Margaret, only tethered by her wrists and ankles, felt the current in her wet bottom and tried to arch her hips and ass up off the seat.  But the strap prevented her from getting off the seat.  Feeling the current, her body went rigid and she began twitching as the electricity sizzled and surged thru her loins.  There was only the whine of the machine and then the sound of Margaret squealing.  Then she began pedaling like a madwoman.  The rear wheel spun, but Margaret groaned and squealed as the seat was alive with electricity. 

After a few seconds Owiti pulled the handle back and the transformer’s buzz died away.  Margaret slumped, her head flopped forward and she panted.  Owiti then asked her again if she was ready to fuck her son and when she remained silent, he pushed the handle forward and the transformer’s drone was louder this time.  She began pedaling furiously but howled when Owiti pushed the handle even further forward.  Over the next ten minutes, the current made her ride like the devil himself was after her.  In order to keep the shocks from getting excruciatingly intense, she had to pedal furiously. 

Whenever Owiti edged the handle forward, the current made her strain and arch against the straps holding her - her hips jerking and spasming like a hot poker had been shoved up her ass.  And, then she pedaled frantically again.  She was being forced to torture herself on the bike.

Sitting with her wrists and ankles bound and her thighs wide apart, Margaret writhed, trembled and groaned as the current had its way with her.  If it weren’t for the straps restraining her it looked as if she was having an orgasm each time Owiti shoved the handle forward.  

When he sent more current to the seat, she arched up she was being fucked by an invisible cock.  Sweating and straining her whole body would tense up and she writhed in her bonds. Then, she rode the bike like mad.  She was soon sweating like a racehorse.

The shocks and her frantic pedaling made her her breasts bob and jiggle. The drone of the machine was punctuated by her cries whenever Owiti pushed the lever forward, getting it closer and closer to the highest level.  And when he pulled it back and the current stopped flowing, Margaret sagged.  Her head rolled around and her chest heaved as she panted. Saliva drooled from her mouth onto her sweaty breasts.  When she regained control of herself she began gasping. 

When Owiti cut the current, she would gasp for breath and squirm on the seat, writhing in the remembered, excruciating pain in her pussy, ass cheeks, perineum, and asshole.  Sweat ran in rivulets down her face and neck onto her breasts.  She had drooled so much saliva, it splattered her breasts, her lap and thighs. With the current off, her gasps, whimpers and wet squirming filled the air. 

After a particularly long shocking she slumped and sagged with her eyes closed. The intense exercise and the shocks had exhausted her.  Kibwe came over and slapped her. The process was sickeningly repeated. Owiti pushed the handle forward again to let the current flow.   

Ambala came over and knelt right next to Clifford while this was going on.  She began taunting him, saying things to him that only he could hear.  She also began to rub his thighs and then his crotch.  Soon, she had given him an erection.  She kept teasing him - squeezing and stroking his penis through his pants.  Clifford groaned as he didn’t want it and was sickened when she’d been able to make him hard while he watched his wife being tortured.  During one lull, Owiti directed Margaret’s attention to her husband.

“Look at your husband, cow. He’s got an erection watching you suffer. Isn’t that something?”

Margaret looked and was sickened. It was true.  It was an emotionally painful to see it. Owiti let her digest the implications before he shocked her again.  By this time, her legs were full of lactic acid – tired and sore. So, when Owiti really gave it to her….pushing the handle all the way and just leaving it there, she went spastic and shook and twitched so much that she went rigid and couldn’t get her feet to move. She pissed herself adding to the wetness on the seat, already dripping with her sweat. 

This only served to conduct more electricity into her crotch.  Her suffering was compounded by her humiliation at losing control and urinating like a cow in the field.  Her husband and son squirmed in real distress seeing her so discombobulated.  Only Abigail stayed quiet; but actually she was in agony wondering what they might make her do… Owiti pulled the T-handle back. Margaret finally stopped pissing, but she twitched from the last shock.  Sagging in her bonds, she broke down and began blubbering.  Owiti asked her again if she was ready to do his bidding.

Weeping like a baby, she managed to mumble, “y….yes.”

“Say, Yes Sir.”

“YES… SIR,” she said. 

“You’re going to suck his prick and then fuck him,” Owiti told her.  “Do you understand?”

“Y….yes, Sir,” she mumbled again.

“YOU BETTER,” he barked at her.

Matata and Kibwe undid the straps and got her on her feet.  She trembled from the after effects of the shocks.  And standing there without a stitch of clothing on - naked front of everyone and her family - was soul-shattering for her.  Ashamed, she tried to cover her tits and conceal her hairy pussy.  As she stood there trembling and sniffling, Joseph and Jelani got Heath up and and forced him to lie on one of the cots. 

He tried to resist, but they were too strong for him and soon he was pinned there and vulnerable. They used rope and tied his hands over his head and spread his legs to bind his ankles to the legs of the cot.  Kibwe pulled up his t-shirt and unbuckled his khaki shorts; then pulled them and his boxer shorts down to reveal his prick lying there limp.  Kibwe and Matata then pushed Margaret over to him.

Forced Incest

“Kneel right beside him,” Owiti instructed her. “Kiss his nipples,” he said to her.  “Kiss and bite them. And take his prick in your hand and start playing with it.”

Clifford watched horrified as his wife performed like a trained animal. She did what she was told and soon, it was apparent that her son’s prick was getting stiff.  She fondled and squeezed it and when she began to jerk it, his penis stiffened nicely.  All this while she was licking, kissing and gently biting his nipples. 

The boy began to moan into his gag.  Clifford groaned out loud, through his gag. He was in hell watching this X-rated scene.  He kept closing his eyes and his head dropped to his chest like he was in real physical pain.  Abigail had unconsciously taken a step back from him and was watching her mother and her brother.  Her face was inscrutable….her features a blank mask. 

In truth, she was in shock.  She had been coerced into sex by Owiti in the vain hope that this would save her family.  But now, she realized, as much or more than her father even, what monsters these men were.  And she was in shock as visions of what they might still make her do flashed through her mind.  Then Owiti made Margaret get up and straddle Heath’s face.  He got her to squat right over his face and pulled the gag from Heath’s mouth. 

“Rub your pussy on his nose and mouth, cow.  Let him smell and taste you,” he added sadistically.

Margaret didn’t want to be put back on the bicycle and hoped that this degradation would be their ticket to freedom.  So, she did as she was told.  She lowered herself gingerly and made contact with her son’s mouth.  Owiti kept her at it.  She had to rub herself lengthwise and then wriggle from side to side.  As she did this, her labia parted and the boy got a good whiff and taste of her womanhood. 

Owiti told her to rub her clitoris on his nose and mouth and the more she did that the wetter she got.  By the time that Owiti had her turn around to do it facing his feet so she could rub her anus on his nose, poor Heath had an erection that couldn’t be missed.

Clifford groaned as he watched the depraved tableau play out.  Abigail was surprised and repulsed that her brother was responding, but a teen age boy is full of hormones and the sight, smell, feel and taste of a mature female was bound to have an effect, even if the female is his mother.

“Margaret suck your son's cock. PUT his cock in your mouth, NOW,” Owiti ordered her.

Margaret got off his face and got on her knees between his spread thighs. She closed her eyes and grabbed her son's prick and dutifully started kissing, licking it and then sucking it.

“Open your eyes and look at your son as you give him a blowjob,” demanded Owiti.

Margaret looked into her son's eyes. Heath felt bad for his mom; but was deeply ashamed too.  He knew she didn't want to do it but he was powerless to prevent his prick from responding in the most outrageous way.  The blow job mother was giving him felt too good. 

“Suck his dick till he cums, then swallow it,” Owiti growled.

Margaret sucked harder and harder, faster and faster on her son's cock.

“Heath look into your mother’s eyes when you cum,” Owiti commanded the boy as his Mum tickled his balls and sucked his cock.

“OH, MUMMY, I'M CUUMMMING,” Heath managed to blurt out as he came so hard Mum choked on all the cum that was being spurted into her mouth.  She swallowed it all.

Being a 17 year old teen age boy, his prick was still hard when she was done, and Owiti made her crawl and get on top of her son. 

“Cow, get his prick in your slut pussy and fuck him,” Owiti said with a laugh.

“Abigail, while she's fucking him, come over here and play with your mother’s ass,” Owiti said to her.

Margaret mounted her son, and looked straight into his eyes as his penis entered her. With one thrust, she sat down on his prick.  She began to go up and down…up and down…not fucking him hard, just slow and steady.

Abigail was stunned by his order and just stood there like a statue.

“Hey little girl, unless you want to go for a long ride on the “bicycle” come over here and play with your mother’s ass,” Owiti repeated.

Abigail came over - walking like a robot.  She knelt down and began to touch her mother’s ass but in a very tentative way.  

“Come on girl, I want you to touch her asshole.  And then wet your finger and get it inside her,” Owiti ordered her.  “Do you understand?”

Frightened and browbeaten, Abigail did as she was told.  Soon she had not only groped her mother crack and rubbed her anus, but she wet her finger and spit on her mother’s asshole, at Owiti direction and then worked that same finger into Mummy’s rectum.  Finally, she finger-fucked her mother like a pro. Margaret, now submissive and pliable, rode her son and soon his vocalizations gave clear indication that he was going to cum again.  She wriggled her ass and humped him, grinding back and forth and up and down - with Owiti coaching her until the boy ejaculated, crying out, “Mummy, Mummy, OH Mummy.”

Only then was she permitted to get up.  Mother, daughter and son were so embarrassed that nobody could make eye contact.  It had been the supreme humiliation.  Owiti and his crew were in high spirits.  It had been a terrific show.  But it was far from over.  They put Heath back in a chair and bound him again.  They left his pants down so his prick was still visible. 

Then Owiti got Margaret up and bent over the table.  He dropped his trousers and played with her ass until his cock was hard enough. Then he penetrated her and began to fuck her.  He looked over at father and son and grinned.  Ambala had gone back to squeezing and stroking Clifford’s cock again.  Owiti kept humping the wife until he ejaculated with a grunt.  Then, Kibwe took a turn. Followed by Matata.  Then Jelani. And Joseph. 

By this time, Margaret’s pussy was a sloppy mess.  She was one whipped dog too.  She came twice and this added immeasurably to her and her husband’s humiliation and pain.  Abigail, who had been, sexually abused earlier by Owiti, Kibwe and Matata, found that she was mesmerized by Jelani’s long dong and discovered, much to her surprise, how attractive she found the handsome Joseph. 

But what really hypnotized her was seeing her mother have sex.  Watching her mother fuck her brother stunned her with its sheer depravity, but seeing five black men fuck her mother senseless aroused her, against her own better instincts. 

Owiti got Margaret’s panties and wiped her pussy with them.  Then he went over and put them on Clifford’s head.  He got the crotch right over his nose and mouth, but arranged them so that Clifford was looking out through the two legs holes.  It was shaming and demeaning.  The smell of his wife’s secretions, combined with the semen from five black men had Clifford gagging.  And, Ambala kept after him too, now that he was wearing his “cuckold crown” as Owiti called it. 

She rubbed, squeezed and stroked his prick to keep him on the raw sexual edge. And all the while baiting and taunting him.  Abigail saw what Ambala was doing to her father, and it was so repulsive to her that she edged away. She felt for her father, but she blocked it all out.  She didn’t want to see that her father was responding to what the ugly woman was doing to him.  She only focused on what Ambala was doing; not the nasty bulge in his pants.

“Your wife is really enjoying his cock. See how her pussy grips it,” Ambala said to him as Jelani fucked Margaret very deep and hard and made her cum. “Your wife loves black cock. They’re bigger and better than yours, that’s obvious.  Don’t you think,” she asked, mocking him? 

The poor man was nearly out of his mind, at that point.  This may help to explain what happened later….

But Owiti saved the best for last.  He turned Tembo loose on her. When the giant dropped his trousers and revealed his mammoth cock, Margaret groaned, remembering how he’d made her cum.  Abigail’s eyes went wide as she was looking at a cock that was twice as long and twice as thick as her boyfriend Gary’s penis. He was the one she lost her virginity to back in Portsmouth.  She gaped openmouthed as Tembo’s prodigious spear lengthened and stiffened. 

When he got that log into mother, then Abigail saw some fireworks.  As Tembo worked it in slow and then faster and harder, Margaret began cumming and cumming -  and crying out. And then just screaming as a huge vaginal-uterine atomic bomb exploded all throughout her pelvis.

Abigail’s mind was awhirl with thoughts: ‘ugh, this is really gross.  I wonder how that would feel if it was inside me? I wonder if would fit?  Will they make me do anything in front of my parents?  I’ll die if they do.’

Just then, Ambala unbuckled Clifford’s pants and pulled everything down.  He had an erection and Abigail saw it.  She was shocked at seeing her father exposed and in that state.  She had plenty of differences with her father, but he was still her father and this blew her mind.  She couldn’t take her eyes off two things.  Her mother and her father’s faces. 

She was drawn to their reactions to what was happening to them.  She snuck looks at their crotches, but for her that was too nasty to concentrate on.  She looked over at her brother and made eye contact with him, but when she glanced down at his crotch, she was horrified to see that he was erect again too.  Both of them broke eye contact guiltily.

It was all too awful.  And truth be known, she could feel the wetness, the moisture seeping into the crotch of her panties as she watched her mother get a royal fucking from a simply monstrous cock. And her father being masturbated, with Mummy’s panties on his head, by an old ugly witch of a woman.  

The only thing worse, in her mind, was for Owiti to come over and make her take her clothes off in front of her family.  Which is exactly what he did.  But not before Mum came like a firecracker. Owiti strolled over to Abigail and real nicely asked her, ‘how you doing?’  As if nothing unbelievable was going on.  She was so flabbergasted she didn’t answer him. 

He then got closer to her and said in a low voice, “Abigail, take off your clothes.”

She looked at him and felt butterflies in her tummy. It was the thing she feared the most. 

“Oh please don’t make me do that, PLEASE,” she begged him.

“Do you want to go for a ride, like Mummy did,” he said to her gravely, pointing to the bicycle.

“No….”

“Well, do it then.”

Owiti motioned to Ambala who let go of Clifford’s prick and pulled his wife’s panties off his head.  Owiti snapped his fingers to get the husband’s attention to direct it at the scene now unfolding.  Abigail was stripping.  She took off her top and then her shorts.  Then, to an audible intake of breath from her father, she reached behind her and unsnapped her bra.  She let it fall and dear old dad got to see what he had only imagined: his daughter’s sweet titties.  Abigail had a beautiful pair of tits.  Clifford gasped and began breathing a little harder as he glimpsed his daughter’s tits for the first time. 

They were as big as apples, creamy white and capped with strawberry-colored areolas and nipples.  He had never seen them before, of course, and the sight took his breath away.  Abigail began to breathe harder too, when Owiti squeezed and hefted them in his hands.  He bounced them up and down and that blew Heath away.  He had tried many times to sneak peeks at his sister’s tits and now they were on full display.

Owiti let her take her panties off.  When she pulled down her little pink cotton panties and revealed her hairy pubis with her pink labia peeking out, Clifford’s eyes were ready to pop out of his head.  Owiti next made her turn around to display her full ass cheeks.  His daughter was simply a beautiful sexual thing.  Owiti came over to stand in front of Clifford. 

“Well, old man, we have come to the last mile. I have a question now to ask you.  Will you fuck your daughter?  Or do you want me to have him do it,” he said - pointing to Tembo.

The giant had made Margaret cum, but had been under orders from Owiti not to blow his load in Momma.  Owiti wanted him hard and fresh.  And now, standing there in only a shirt, shoes and socks with his gargantuan cock still erect, he constituted an impressive threat.

“And after he fucks her, we’ll all take a turn with her. Do you want that, or are you prepared to save her .....by fucking her?”

Clifford was beside himself.  Ambala had kept him on he boil for an hour.  And the choice that this corrupt man was presenting him was a devil’s bargain.  Sacrifice his daughter to these animals or commit incest with her.  He didn’t know what to do.  Margaret, after her ordeal, had been dumped unceremoniously on a cot where she collapsed.  She was overcome by her suffering, her orgasms and her shame.  She had curled into a fetal position and had her eyes closed.  Father looked over at his son and was shocked to see the boy had an erection too.

There was no answer anywhere. He would have to decide.  As he looked again at his daughter standing there with her hands at her sides, she looked vulnerable but also very womanly now.  As he stared at her, she caught his eye and both of them looked at each other searching for the answers.  Abigail did not want to have sex with her father.  To her this was a really gross perversion.  She was deeply ashamed to be naked in front of him and Heath. 

To have sex with her Father was abhorrent to her.  The other choice was also a huge violation.  She was afraid she would cum if they raped her again.  She was not prepared, at age 16, to deal with the shame that would fill her soul.  To cum in front of your family?  ‘Oh, gross’, she thought to herself.  So she didn’t know what to say or do either.

But, in the end, it was Clifford who had to decide and did.  He was protective of his daughter as most fathers are.  And to see he skewered by Tembo’s gigantic cock was more than he could bear.  He thought of her as virginal, even though he suspected that she wasn’t a virgin.  He assumed that she was very “small”, but he wasn’t sure how or why he thought that.  And the thought of her tight vagina stretched by Tembo’s horse cock horrified him.  So, he told Owiti that he would do his bidding.

Owiti chuckled.  This was what he wanted and he told Abigail to lie down on a cot and spread her legs for her father. Abigail spread her legs wide apart and her father got down between her thighs at Owiti’s direction and positioned himself just inches from her pussy.

He used his fingers and gently spread her lips apart.  Her pussy smelled so good and it made him feel so guilty, because she was, after all, his daughter.  Clifford licked up and down his daughter's cunt, and flicked his tongue against her clitoris.

“OOH, Father,” she moaned as he sucked, kissed and licked her clitoris.  Within a few minutes Abigail had an orgasm.

“FATHER, I'M CUMMING,” she squealed when she came.

Clifford tried to lap up all of the juices that were coming out of his daughter's cunt, but there was so much it ran down her crack. Clifford then sat up.

“Did I tell you to stop.  Now get back down there until I tell you to stop,” Owiti barked at him.

Clifford resumed licking and kissing his daughter's cunt.  He made her have two more orgasms and in the end, her cunt was so wet he could no longer spread her lips apart easily.

“Father, please stop, I can't take it any more,” Abigail begged him. 

Heath now had Ambala kneeling by him and she played with his prick – being careful not to make him cum.  She just teased him as he watched his father eat his sister’s pussy. But Clifford new he could not stop.  By now Abigail was shaking, and breathing so hard that she was totally lost in orgasm, one after another, moaning and moaning, as her father kept eating her out as she begged him to stop.

“Ok, get up,” Owiti said, as his daughter still lay there breathing heavy, her cunt sopping. She had drooled so much pussy juice there was a big, wet spot on the dirty mattress.

“Now, father.... get between your daughter’s thighs.”

Soon, Clifford felt his daughter’s tight, hot, wet vagina squeezing his prick and he barely thrust inside her five or six times before he ejaculated with a groan.  He was so excited... he came prematurely.  It was embarrassing.... as the guards, who had crowded around to watch and critique his performance, began chuckling and mocking him.

“Can’t keep it up and make his hot little slut daughter cum. We know how to do it.  Get off her man and watch us fuck the shit out of her.”

And in the end, that’s exactly what happened. His sacrifice was all for naught.  He had to sit in a chair and watch as Owiti, followed by Kibwe, Matata, Jelani, Joseph and finally Tembo fucked his daughter silly.  Abigail’s fears were all realized.  She did cum when Jelani and Joseph fucked her and horrified her father and brother as she kissed and hugged both young men passionately in the act of taking their cocks.  Clifford and Heath watched with eyes as big as saucers.  Mom even roused herself to see Abigail painfully taking Tembo’s massive cock in her sweet, near virginal pussy.

Ambala jerked Heath off and made him cum as his sister reached her 7th orgasm.  When the men were done fucking Abigail, Owiti finally made good his pledge and let the family go. They were allowed to clean up. Then, with their luggage, they were driven to the airport where they were put on a 4pm flight back to London.  Their ordeal was finally over.  But the repercussions lasted for years, as you might imagine. Years......

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