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The Bronze Horse
By JAR
CHAPTER 1
I had finished my A levels and had been accepted for university, so I had the summer to myself. Knowing that I would soon be up to my neck in student loans I had, for me, made the rash choice to go on the holiday. I had found a very cheep, no frills, 2 week trip to Africa.
The accommodation was a lot worse than I had expected, but it would be my last holiday before going to university and the cash saved meant that I could slash out on day trips etc. The biggest problem with the Hotel was with the washing facilities. Some times the water would not work at all or it would be cold and rust coloured. I had a thing about taking showers and keeping clean. At home I would normally shower in the morning when I awoke. When I arrived back home after school, and once again before I went to bed.
I was determined not to let it spoil my holiday.
I had taken the bus up to the Water Falls. I could not believe the beauty of it and the noise of the water thundering over the edge was deafening. I wanted some good photos to remember this trip by on those long dark days of winter in the UK. My trip was not organised so I could do as I wished. I set off up a path to try and get nearer to the top of the falls. It was a hard walk and I was soon sweating heavily in the heat and humid conditions.
I had been walking for about half an hour when I heard a noise. I turned around and saw a large man, with a machete pointed at me. He also had a pistol in a holster on his belt and a rifle slung over one shoulder on a strap. He told me too get on my knees. Thinking he was just after the small amount of money and the camera I had I reasoned that it was best to do as he said. I had given some though about this and other dangerous situations I might find myself in before leaving the UK. A girl travelling on her own biggest fear was rape. But more likely it would be a simple robbery. I had decided that I would do what ever they said, even if I was to be raped. Better to be alive than dead.
Once on my knees a second man I had not seen before grabbed my wrists and bound them together with a length of rope. Then he tied a cloth gag around my mouth. Another rope with a loop in the end was dropped over my head and pulled tight around my neck. The man with the machete told me to get up and follow him. He informed me that if I did not do as I was told he would chop off my head and hide my body in the undergrowth. I was very frightened, so I did as he told me.
We walked through the forest for about 2 hours before we stopped in a small clearing, were 7 other men sat around a small fire cooking food. By the poor state of the clothes they wore I reckoned that they must live in the jungle permanently. They were all armed with rifles and other weapons. Most likely a small band of bandits I though. If I had known about this I would not have gone off on my own but no one at the hotel had mentioned that there was any sort of problem in the area with Bandits.
One of the men looked up and said ?Is that the best you could get?. Despite my situation his remarks hurt me. I knew I was no beauty, at 6 foot 7 inches, I was too tall, I also had a very large nose and the front of my mouth was too far forward, giving me buckteeth. My ears were on the large size and stuck out from the side of my head. I could be described as well built or as I had some times been told, large boned. I was not fat. In fact I was a good long distance runner and had done many half marathons over the years so I had good muscle tone and well developed thighs and stomach muscles.
?If you’re that worried?, said the man with the machete ?put a bag over her head?. The rest of the men laughed and the man shut up but looked sullen. It was at this point I knew I was to be raped, all I could think of was, do as they say and hope they don’t kill you afterwards.
The end of the rope around my neck was tied to a tree and a sharp knife was used to cut off my dress, leaving my in bra, knickers and walking boots. The men all crowed around and the smell of their unwashed body odder was overpowering and made me feel sick. Several of the men looked pleased with my body and I soon lost the bra and knickers.
The man with the machete, who appeared to be the leader grabbed me by the shoulder and pushed me down on my back. This was uncomfortable as I was now lying on my arms. He undid his trousers and I noticed that he had no underpants on. He then grabbed my ankles and pushed them up to my shoulders. Next he spat on my pussy for lubrication and then pushed his dick into me. I started to cry. I had hoped to lose my virginity to someone special, not some thug in a jungle clearing while being gang raped.
He was not interested in my tears and pumped away till he came. He got up, pulled up his trousers, went to the fire and started to eat some of the food there. Meanwhile the next man was inside me. After several of the men had their turn with me, one man as he started to rape me said I was too sloppy and pulled out of my virgina. He pushed my legs up over my shoulders making my bottom roll up as my back pivoted on my arms and I was on my shoulders, then he pushed his penis up against my bottom.
I tried to clamp myself shut to refuse him entry but the sperm on his penis acted as a lubricant to get him in to me, and then the dribble of cum from my virgina kept him wet enough as he pushed it fully home. I felt he would tear me apart as he entered but of course the human body is easily able to accommodate a male penis. He seemed to bugger me for ages before he came.
I had never given any thought to how degrading it is to have a man, commit sodomy on you. Now I knew. The rape had been bad enough but this was worse. I felt worse than an animal and my bottom hurt. He seemed delighted that I was crying and pleading for him to stop. He used me in a more violent way, trying to hurt me even more. I would have done anything for him to stop. I was broken to his will if only they would stop.
After that the other men took turns as to which of my holes they use. I lost track of time but I was starting to get sore and I had almost run out of tears. By the time they had stopped it was dark and the men curled up in blankets and went to sleep. I was left alone to spend the night naked, cold and sleepless.
At first light some of the men fucked me again and one of the men removed my gag and put a bowel of water on the ground and told me to drink. My mouth was so dry that I ignored the humiliation of drinking like a dog and lapped up as much as I could. The bowel was taken away and brought back with some sort of warm porridge mixed in it. I did not wish to upset them in fear of them doing something violent to me so I eat. It did not taste too good but it helped to take away the hunger pangs I was feeling.
Several of the men were having a heated discussion, most of which I could not understand as it was in some African dialect. After much arm waving they picked up their gear and made ready to leave. I hoped that they would leave me behind but to my dismay the gag was replaced in my mouth and using the rope around my neck I was lead off behind one of the men. I had no choice and followed the man leading me with the rope like some sort of pet animal.
My virgina was sore and my bottom felt wide open. Both my breast were sore were they had dug their fingers into them. I had dried sperm all around my crutch and the tops of my legs, which made me, feel very uncomfortable. What I would have given for the use of the decrepit old shower at the hotel.
After about 3 hours we stopped for a rest and several of the men took the opportunity to rape me again. I got the impression that they intended to keep me for some time as they seemed to enjoy the fact that they could have sex when they wanted to, also the fact that I was white added to their joy.
During the day I got a look at the map the leader was using when he stopped to explain some thing to 4 of the men. They were to go to some place on the map while he raided some homestead. They seemed pleased that they would have me to themselves for the two days before the others would rejoin us. To my horror I realised that I was being taken further out into the rain forest and it looked like the chances of my escape would be very remote as I had seen no sign of any towns or villages on the map.
After the 5 men left, one of the remaining men got two long 3 inch wide pieces of leather. One was wound around both my upper arms, pulling my elbows together until they touched then the leather was tied off. Next the rope around my wrists was swapped for the second peace of leather.
I was made to bend at the waist and a length of thin leather was wrapped around the base of each breast. Both breast soon started to swell and go dark red. I noticed that they were also very sensitive to being touched. With my arms pulled back behind me making them stick out even more the sight of my now darkening breasts pushed out in front of me, prompted them to mall and play with the nipples which were already very sore from the last few days
One of the men produced a metal ring. Two thin pieces of leather were tied to this then the ring forced behind my teeth. The leather was pulled tight behind my head and tied off. In English he said, ?Now we have three holes’ to fuck?.
Over the next 20 minutes I found out what oral sex was about. They just stuck their penis in my mouth and told me that if I did not keep my teeth covered, with my lips, they would knock them out so I had only gums. I believed them and did my best not to let them feel my teeth. I had found the sodomy bad and degrading but could I cope with this? I did not know. I suppose that the constant rape and sodomy had made me desensitised and I just let them do it with out fighting.
They use my hair to pull my face in close and I would gag ever time they thrust into the back of my throat. I was warned not to throw up or I would get a beating. I think the effect of my gagging made it sexier for them as each one did not last very long. I still felt that sodomy was worse than this, more degrading but it was close.
Then they set off again, at a brisk walk, down a narrow track with me being led along by the rope around my neck. To my embarrassment I had cum dribbling out of my mouth as they had left in the ring gag, I also cum running down my legs from both my bottom and virgina. We walked for the rest of the day till they found a small water hole and made camp for the night.
The neck rope was tied to a tree and they again repeatedly raped me. They had no trouble doing it several times each. I was either on my knees with face in the dirt being raped in my bottom. On my back with my legs in the air, or knelling in front of one, having him push his penis through the ring and down the back of my throat.
So by the time they fell asleep the brutal way I was being treated made me wonder if I would live through this and if so what my fate would be if I did? I was cover in dirt and drying sperm, my normal cleansing habits made me feel very low to be so dirty. I was so tired from walking all day and the sex I was being subjected to that I soon fell asleep.
The next day they started the rape again. They had me on my knees, one penis in my mouth and another up my bottom. The next two made it mouth and cunt as they kept calling it. I would be left with their sperm running down me and the taste in my mouth all day, only to be topped up at midday.
Soon after we had been on the go for a couple of hours the guy in charge of the group dropped back to talk with the ?white bitch? as he called me. I still had the ring gag in my mouth so I could only listen as he told me they were taking me to a mining town in the next country where I would be sold to a brothel keeper. Being white, the black miners would pay good money to fuck me. So I would find myself well used day and night and it would not matter that I was ugly, I was white and that all the mattered to them.
I was horrified when he explained that the miners would not be using condoms so I would properly get a sexually diseases at some point and some of the local cures could be very painful. He also reckoned that they would let me get pregnant so that I did not have periods. That way the miners could have me 7 days a week, every week. I started to cry but he found the whole thing very funny and after a time went back to the front of the group.
That night was much the same as the last with me being repeatedly raped and abused. I was suffering with the start of sunburn now that the trees had started to thin out. My body was felling very hot, dirt and uncomfortable. I reckoned that if we were heading out on to open ground, that by tomorrow night I would be suffering with bad sunburn. I could not think of any way to ask for a covering of my body, as they had not taken out the ring gag for two days. To feed me they had poured water into my mouth along with the runny porridge, in the morning and at night.
Sure enough the next day the trees gave way to more open country as we climbed up into to the foothills. By mid day, when we stopped at a ruined farmhouse, I was well burn and sore from the sun. I soon realised that we were to wait here for the rest of the party to catch up. The rope around my neck was tied to the headboard of an old bed in one of the rooms. This was to be my home for the next couple of days.
The heat had been making me sweat so the dust of walking had settled on my body making me dirty, that coupled with the fact that they had made me urinate and defecate standing up with no way the clean myself, had left me smelling like a sewer.
It was during this time I lost the use of my fingers, one of the men found an old roll of electrician’s tape, this was wound around my fingers so that I could not pick up anything to use it as a means of escape. It was two days before the rest of the group arrived and they were worn out so we stayed for another 3 days. During all this time the ring gag had been left in all day and night so I had lost the feeling in my jaw. At least the pain had settled to a dull ache.
Over the 5 days I was raped both virginally, anal and in the mouth. I was tied into many sever positions. They all caused me a lot of pain. I was hung by my arms then the legs and worst of all by my breasts. This had got them all excited and resulted in another round of rape and sodomy. I was beaten with sticks and fists till my whole body was bruised, especially my face, one eye was nearly closed and my lips were swollen from the constant banging of their groins as I was mouth raped.
When we had arrived I was dirty and soiled but now to add too my misery I had male sperm matted in my hair and dried all over my body. I had been meticulous about body cleanliness, some of my friends said I went to extremes, if they could see the state of me now. The beating and other tortures I had been subjected too had now taken their toll. I just did as I was told to try and avoid further humiliations
One of the worst things was at night when they sat around the fire drinking. One of the men had called my over and pointed at his penis sticking out of this fly’s. I had my ankles crossed and tied together so I could not walk. I therefore had to waddled over to him on my knees and took him in my mouth. He put his hands on the back off my head and pushed me down so he was now in the back of my throat. I thought it was another blowjob.
Then he started to pee. I tried to struggle but two of this friends held me and I had to swallow his urine or choke. Some how I managed to do this and felt sick. When he finished he told me if I throw up he would beat me. I sat down and cried I seemed to do this a lot now a days. Of course the rest wanted to piss in the white whore’s mouth as they called it. I spent much of the night going from man to man.
My stomach was swollen with their urine and I was having difficulty in keeping it down when one of the men got a rag and stuffed it in my mouth and used a leather thong to hold it in place between drinks as they put it. After 3 hours I looked pregnant with a badly swollen belly. One by one they fell asleep and I was left gagged and hobbled unable to move from the spot were I was tied to a stake.
During the night the urine in my stomach was processed and I soon had to pee. To my shame I had to go were I lay and this was repeated several time during the darkness as the fire died down. That was a blessing as far I was concerned, as I did not want anybody to see me lying in pool of muddy urine.
By the time we set off again my skin had started to peel and was very red so they cut a hole in an old sheet and draped it over my head and shoulders to shield my body and bruises from the sun. I felt dirty and battered as I trudged along behind one of the band that was leading me by the neck rope,
Like some sort of animal. It was weeks since I had last been able to wash.
My teeth and mouth felt furry from all the sperm and urine they had forced down my throat. Lots more had dried all over my face and breasts. The tops of my legs were cover in dried sperm and shit where I had been repeatedly raped in both holes. The fact that I smelt like a sewer with stale sweat and urine did not bother them as they stank worse than me.
During the stopover they had used beer bottles and even an old wine bottle as a dildo, on both my bottom and virgina, till both were stretched open. Both my breasts and nipples were sore from the thong that they kept tying around the base of them and being mauled. They would untie one breast at a time so the blood would flow back and I would scream in pain. Then retie it when I stopped screaming and undo the other one so I was in almost constant pain. They would repeat this often.
I was physically dirty and I also felt mentally dirty, used and degraded. I had reached the point were I just wanted to die there and then. I knew my life would be not much better when we reached the mining town.
We had crossed the foothills and had descended down to the valley floor were they stopped at a half derelict hut that would give them shelter for the night. 10 water bottles were strung around my neck and one of the group led me of to a near by stream to fill them up. The stream was about half a mile away. Well it was more of trickle than a stream, but I pushed my face into the couple of inches of water. Due to the ring gag I found it difficult to suck up any water. The guard, an older man and somewhat kinder person took pity on me and removed the ring from my mouth. Despite the stiffness in my jaw I was able to drink.
He was just finishing filling the last bottle when we heard gunfire, followed by some mortar rounds going off. The noise was coming from the direction of the hut were the gang had stopped. Jugging by the intensity and rate of fire it was some hell of a fire fight. The guy took one look in the direction of the camp and started to run off in the other direction. I though this would be rescuers so I started to run back toward the sound of the gunfire. In my haste, I tripped and with my arms still tied behind my back was unable to stop my self falling and hitting my head on a large stone, knocking myself out.
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