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Trouble in the city

By Yokohama Joe, 2013

This is pornography but definitely not erotic. Be charitable because English is not my native language.

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Bamiji City is the capital of the small central African country of the same name, Bamiji, which is run under the thumb an an ex-military strongman whose regime is extraordinarily corrupt, kleptocratic, and repressive. Following a discreet coup in the early 1999s by a small group of middle-ranking military officers, which overthrew the country?s long-time more or less democratically elected civilian administration, the new regime members resigned their commissions (so that they, too, could call themselves a civilian government), and since then they and their legion of hangers-on have become enormously rich and happy to show it off. But their gains have been the nation?s losses, as their graft and nepotism annually remove much of the national GDP, and there is almost nothing left over for infrastructure improvement, modernization, job creation, and the other goods that government is supposed to bring. Unemployment is outrageously high and gangs of jobless black youths spend their days idling in the main square and taking orders from middle-ranking criminal organizers who use their connections up the hierarchy to the upper ranks to dominate the petty crime scene, smuggling of drugs, alcohol, sex workers, and guns, street prostitution and gambling, protection rackets among the black commercial class (but not among the international corporations), and general thuggery.There are some Moslems in the city, descendants of the Arab slave traders, but they remain lower class, live mainly in squalid ghettos, and don?t mix with anyone.

The financial corruption of the elite siphons off the nation?s wealth, and political repression ensures that there can be no popular opposition to it. The common people generally suffer from it, but they do manage to get by one way or another ? the sizable expatriate community, on the other hand, usually find that the situation suits them very well. There are many foreign businesses, NGOs, and diplomatic missions, and especially the top middle-management executives for the local offices of many of the world?s top multinational corporations, set up in Bamiji to service the needs of the wealthy elite and one another, and to help in the exploitation of the country?s formerly vast natural resources and the huge aura of profitable opportunities that surrounds those industries.

Most of the foreign community is white, and the whites stay as much as possible within their fortified enclaves, gated communities, exclusive hotels, and armored office buildings, especially at night. The adults? expenses are well subsidized, by their own organizations as well as by the Bamiji government, and they can find all of the low-paid domestic staff they might ever wish, as well as reliable drivers for their bulletproof town cars. The white young people are therefore relatively rich and play sports in segregated gyms and playing fields, go to first-run films at multiplex cinemas located in the hotels, and go clubbing at night, but the clubs too are in the big international hotels, with very tight security, and they enter and leave by driving in and out of fortified basement parking garages. They are never seen on the streets after dark, and seldom alone at any time, especially the women ? every once in a while there will be rumors of the robbery or rape of a white person (it will never be reported in the news), but since everyone knows the rules, it is normally assumed that the victim should have known better; you could almost say that he or she really brought it on him- or herself.

The international hotels are ringed by blast walls with long lethal spikes on top, and from time to time a local young black man is found in the morning impaled on the spikes after his friends convinced him that he could scale the wall and open the gate for them; the friends who boosted him up couldn?t get him back off the long spikes and had to leave him to greet the city?s workers on their way to their shops and offices with his wide, blank stare. The overall effect of the city can seem bizarre ? the local people have found ways of coping; the expatriates put up with security inconveniences in order to live a lifestyle many rungs of the ladder higher than what they could expect at home; commerces and basic services carry on fairly smoothly; there are even national elections every five years which are crafted to seem ?free and fair? but which always return the ruling group by huge margins. But at the same time, there is a subtle free-floating atmosphere of anxiety, resentment, and distrust always just beneath the surface, and a sense that as normally as life may be carrying on right now, any small trigger might turn it into a conflagration.

This is the story of the day when that happened.

In the centre of the city, not far from the main square with its huge fountain and extravagant statue of a 19th century European queen surrounded by figures representing the rivers in the country, there was a five person office of so-called import-export traders, called London-Bamiji Trading, staffed by whites from Great Britain who run various commercial scams based around kickbacks to regime leaders, especially the deputy prime minister but many of his friends as well. Government officials place orders for everything from weapons to food to construction materials ? the shipments arrive only half-filled or not at all, are checked in and verified by corrupt officials, the trading company is paid for a whole shipment, and half of the profit goes back to the officials involved. They are Mr Baker, mid-30s, playboy looks, a smooth operator whose genius invented the operation in the first place; his blonde wife Mrs Baker, also mid-30s, slightly overweight, big tits; the second in command, Mr Cosgrove, overweight, pale and pudgy, about 45, affable and well-liked but with a creepy private life, rumored to be with prostitutes either female or male; and then two very pretty helpers and front office attractions with titles like Sales Manager, Accounts Manager, changing frequently, both in their late 20s. One, Mrs Armitage, a tall brunette with a very decent rack, is married but her husband works in London and she visits him regularly; the other, Miss Carmichael, is pretty, almost beautiful, young-looking, a great butt, and nearly engaged to a white biochemist who worked in Bamiji City for a pharmaceutical multinational that is conducting human trials that would be too expensive to do in Europe because of all the the safety protocols. It?s not clear whether the two young ladies are aware of the fraudulent nature of the business, but the other three certainly are.

To absolutely everyone?s astonishment, this time, when the periodic elections came round, the regime was voted out by, not a large, but by an incontestable margin. It had tried to stack elections as usual by denying the opposition party state-run media time, relying on patronage to obtain jobs and benefits for the relatives of opinion leaders and influential local gentry. The elections were peaceful, but when the results were announced, the regime, caught on the back foot by its surprise defeat, claimed fraud and sued, but less than a day later the court ratified the result. The regime conceded defeat and welcomed the new administration, seemingly graciously but actually because nearly all of the top officials had already crossed the national border to a new life.

The office staff of London-Bamiji were not too concerned. Mr Baker was confident that he could build new corrupt relations with the incoming regime, but (though they kept very good false records), all but one of the staff had come to the office to spend a few days going through the files and computers and shredding or deleting any bits that might raise questions, just in case.

Early the following morning, the police quietly begin rounding up all top level officials of the old regime who hadn?t yet left the country, but word of that hadn?t begun to spread yet. The police came round to Miss Carmichael?s boyfriend?s flat, confident by some means that she would be there, and politely asked her to come with them; they refused her boyfriend?s request to accompany them but promised to keep him informed. In the police car, she innocently tried to speed dial her colleagues at the office, but the policeman next to her gently took the phone away and slipped it into his pocket. At about the same time, two police vans drew up in front of the office, showed Mr Baker a legal warrant, and politely escorted the staff into one van,leaving the other to transport all of their files and computers to the station. At the station they were waved through the reception, where people can come in to make complaints, and into a large intake-processing hall for people who are being officially registered for arrest, hearings, interrogation or whatever.

There were long tables along the wall with black male and female police officers around them and a disarray of many folding chairs facing them. People were milling around everywhere, it was very noisy in the hall, and they were shocked to see one frightened black man being led past them completely naked, well-behaved officers holding his arms on either side and his dick swinging back and forth. Mr Baker and his staff realized that they were the only white people in the packed hall. They noticed two black men in front of one table with their backs to them, one of them naked with his hands behind his head, the other, a very big man, nearly naked and struggling to get his sock off as a policeman steadied him. They recognized the second man from TV as the leader of a well-known Youth Sports Club, which doubled as an organized petty crime gang for unemployed young men.

The supervisor motioned the first man forward; a young policewoman wearing a stained plastic surgical glove on one hand stood in front of him and examined his mouth (thoughtfully using the ungloved hand), up his nostrils, and in his ears, ran her fingers through his hair, and then instructed him to get onto the table on his back. Then two policemen lifted his legs back up and over his head so that his crotch was facing out into the room. The young policewoman lifted his dick up and pulled the foreskin back and forth a few times, apparently scrutinizing everything for signs of disease, then dropped the dick and lifted the guy?s balls up and squeezed them fairly gently, so that the guy only moaned in discomfort. Then she stuck two fingers, already in the plastic glove, into an open pot of lube and worked one finger up his ass. She reamed it all around inside vigorously and moved her hand back and forth sideways to force the hole to loosen, then pulled part way out and stuck two fingers up his black anus. Then she pulled them out abruptly and said something quietly to the man, and the two cops helped him off the table and back on his feet. She murmured something else and he remembered to put his hands behind his head again.

They motioned the boss forward, but he was in a rage at being treated this way. He shouted and shook his fist at the police staff and the supervisor observing from behind the table. One of the men nearby, who?d been quiet and polite theretofore, abruptly pushed a rod into the naked man?s lower abdomen and there was a loud crack, almost a bang, that startled everyone in the noisy hall. Everyone craned forward to see what had happened: the big man was on his back on the floor, convulsing and bouncing up and down, his arms and legs flailing and doing the herky-jerky, his dick waving around, and it started to piss a stream out all over the place as the head of his dick waved in the air. He pissed on his own legs and all over the floor around him. Finally he stopped convulsing and lay flat in the piss, obviously struggling to breathe normally. After a short time, two policemen took his arms and helped him to his feet; disoriented and sagging but thoroughly cooperative now. A black maid came over immediately with a pail/mop rig and mopped up the urine ? this happened so frequently in the intake hall, convulsive pissing and sometimes shitting, that her job was just to stay ready and clean things up promptly. The man?s legs were still shining wet with piss as they helped him onto the table and gave him the same cavity inspection. Then he and his mate were given papers to sign verifying that all of their clothes and belongings had been put into the regulation box for each new intake client ? the papers were put into the boxes and they were sealed, and the two men were surprisingly gently led off out of the hall into a corridor running back into the building.

The London-Bamiji staff were open-mouthed and appalled at what they had just seen. They had no idea that this sort of thing was routine procedure in the city; neither they nor any whites they knew had ever been in such a place and it was not only a real eye-opener but terrifying at the same time, given their present situation. Mr Cosgrove pointed to their left and they noticed two garishly-dressed female prostitutes and a nasty looking black man, presumably their pimp, in front of another table, stripping off and putting their clothes and jewelry into the boxes. The pimp was put up on the table in the same way, but the examining policewoman there was much less gentle ? she squeezed his testicles hard, jerked on his foreskin forcefully, and rammed her fingers up his ass until he cried out in pain and frustration. When they had finished with him, they dragged him off the table, and he retreated to his women, horribly humiliated in front of them and talking angrily to himself. One of the cops strode forward and pulled the pimp?s arms up behind his head, and the man glared around at him but kept them there. Then one of the prostitutes was examined in the same way; the other one looked worried and said something to a male policeman next to her, and at a nod from the examiner he escorted her to a row of five toilets along the wall at the side of the hall. Three were normal toilet bowls with plumbing jutting out of the wall, whilst the other two were just seats with white rectangular pans underneath for examining shit for contraband. With the cop watching her, not unkindly, and some of the other police and clients watching from nearby, she had to sit down and take a long piss; the cop handed her a roll of toilet paper, she wiped off and handed the roll back to him, and he escorted her back for her turn on the examining table.

The trading staff were motioned over to one of the tables and told to strip naked and put their stuff in the boxes, then put their hands behind their heads. They were all trembling in fear and embarrassment, the two men as much as the three women. They began removing their clothes and throwing them all into their boxes ? all of them left their underpants to the last, and for a moment they all stood together in their boxers and panties and looked at each other, then almost at the same time bent all the way down and pulled the garments off. When the five of them were completely nude, avoiding one another?s eyes now and presenting themselves to the police staff with their arms up, tits jutting out and nervous dicks hanging down almost in hiding, Mrs Baker was summoned forward first. A large policeman, who also wore one filthy surgical glove which he never replaced between examinations, studied her mouth and throat, up her nose, in her ears, through her hair and her hairy blonde bush. He gripped her nipples gently and pulled her tits out, then up, to look underneath them, then squeezed them all over, gently but thoroughly, deforming their shape not too painfully in all directions, feeling for implants of contraband. Then they helped her onto the table and spread her legs back over her head. Her thick cunt lips parted somewhat and gleaming pink membrane showed out of her slit, and her prominent anus was bulging further out because of the position she was in. She had a thickish bush but only lightly furry cunt lips, a nearly hairless and almost purple anus, and some more brown hair farther back at what would have been the top of her ass crack, if she hadn?t been upsidedown. There were a few small hemorrhoids around her shitter, but it was otherwise clean and inviting as the muscle flexed in and out slightly with her nervousness. Mr Baker was mortified at his wife?s public exposure in such an obscene manner, but he knew that in a few moments he?d be in the same position, and his heart dropped.

One policeman spread Mrs Baker?s cunt lips wide and the examiner looked up inside, flashing a small flashlight up into the dark hole. The anterior wall of her vagina, behind the prominent pisshole, was bulging down and blocking the view, so the assistant put his fingers farther up into the hole and spread it out sideways quite wide. The examiner then put in another black finger and tried to push the top part up to see better ? he was checking the cervix for signs of abnormality or disease ? but then he muttered something and pulled his finger out. He rubbed two fingers of his dirty glove into the lube pot, then stuck one finger, then both, far up the poor woman?s asshole and rotated them all around inside her rectum, pushing against the rectal walls. Satisfied, he pulled his stinking fingers out, and they helped the woman stand up; then they turned her around and assisted her to climb back up on all fours. They spread her knees and lowered her back and pelvis into an obscene squat with her bulging asshole pointing directly at the spectators. The assistant put his fingers up her cunt hole again and spread it sideways, and the examiner got down on one knee and put his flashlight up her cunt until he could see the twitching cervix clearly. He muttered okay and they helped Mrs Baker off the table, and reminded her to put her hands behind her head.

Mr Baker came next, the same procedure was used on him but uneventfully, and after his rectal exploration he was helped to his feet and sent back to his colleagues, embarrassed and thinking to cover his dick from view but remembering to put his hands behind his head instead. Then Mr Cosgrove was called, and the identical examination procedure was used on him, but his colleagues were startled when his legs are raised behind his head and they got a look at the awful bruised state of his huge anus. When the policeman finished checking him, however, he instructed Cosgrove to roll over and get on all fours ? because he was so portly, the process was obscenely complicated and ungainly, but he got himself onto all fours and they nudged his knees farther apart. The examining policeman grinned at the supervisor behind the table and then reached under Cosgrove?s scrotum and got a grip on the guy?s dick, then started gently pulling on it as if milking a cow?s teat. The police staff all around were watching now and smiling at one another knowingly, some laughing and whispering comments to their neighbors and snickering. It appeared that Cosgrove?s private life was better known to the police than it was to his own colleagues. The man kept milking Cosgrove?s dick until it started to swell and stick out; he continued for a bit more, then he stopped abruptly and they helped the man off the table, put his hands up behind his head, and directed him to walk back to his colleagues with this ? erect dick wagging and bobbing in front of him and his face looking stricken.

Miss Carmichael got her examination treatment next, all round her teeth and gums, up her nostrils and in her ears, and then she was upended on the table as the others were. One man spread her cunt open and the large dark hole formed a perfect circle. Miss Carmichael was moaning and staring at the ceiling with a look of desperation. The examiner shone his flashlight up her hole, and everyone in front of the tables could see straight up her cunt at her cervix glimmering wetly in the light. She was sobbing quietly by that time with her head turned to the side. Mr Baker, of course, was not unaffected by the sight of his attractive employee?s charms, about which he had often daydreamed lustfully without ever in the least behaving inappropriately towards her, but he was nevertheless mortified that the young lady should because of him be showing off her cervix up her wide open cunt hole to an entire hall full of spectators. Then the same gloved fingers went up the stretched pinkish-brown knot of her asshole and poked around in there for a while, then came out again with a plop, and she was helped off the table, hands back up behind her head and tits quivering as she sobbed quietly.

Then Mrs Armitage was put on the table, too, and her pink cunthole too stood wide open, showing her cervix clearly in its glory, without the need for squatting on all fours as Mrs Baker had had to. As the assistants spread her asscheeks wide, the knot of her anus began to unfurl and some of the pink interior parts of the anal muscle could be seen clearly. But when the examiner pushed his finger up her asshole and wiggled it, he began to look puzzled and to wiggle it even more vigorously. The poor woman was beside herself with embarrassment and could be heard gasping and moaning softly. He pulled his fingers out and asked his assistant to try; the man did so, without a glove on in his case, and he took looked puzzled as they conferred. The examiner said something quietly to a young policewoman, and they helped Mrs Armitage off the table. She led the poor distraught woman over to the toilets and invited her to sit down on one of the ones with just a seat over a rectangular pan, and told her to take a shit. Mrs Armitage sat on the seat and stared up at the policewoman with a horrified expression, shaking her head and sobbing, but the woman kindly stroked her hair and told her that she had to do it but not to worry about it too much.

Mrs Armitage tried to push ? she had not had a good shit that morning, as she had seemed to be somewhat constipated, and she had been feeling uncomfortably full throughout this ordeal. She kept pushing, getting red in the face, and then abruptly half of a huge, hard turd erupted from her bulging asshole and hung over the pan. Then another spasm and more of the turd came out, before her anus clamped and clipped it off. Immediately another big turd started out and paused halfway. She was sobbing now, and through her tears she could see people watching her, including the nice policewoman, who was crouched down with a playful smile and watching her asshole spasming. Her own colleagues had turned away discreetly, but the police and citizens seemed all to be enjoying her show. The second turd tumbled into the pan with a splat onto the first one, then she blew out a resounding wet fart and a load of wet, loose shit poured out onto the growing pile. She tried to look away from the people in front of her and saw in the corridor, through the open double doors of the hall, three older black men in expensive business suits watching her intently and nudging one another with huge smiles on their faces. Another wet fart blew out with a kind of bubbly resonance, and a last stream of loose and smelly shit poured into the pan, as the well-dressed men waved to her and went off down the corridor.

The policewoman waited for a minute or two as the naked Mrs Armitage sobbed quietly on the toilet, then handed her a roll of toilet paper. As Mrs Armitage wiped her asshole and went to drop the filthy paper into the pan, the policewoman stopped her and held out a metal cylinder meant for used wipes from the examination toilets. Mrs Armitage dropped the paper onto the disgusting pile in the cylinder, took some more paper and tried to clean off as well as she could. Then she was helped up, and a policeman escorted back to the examining table, where she had to stand next to the examiner and wait for a few moments. The policewoman put the toilet pan up onto a stand nearby and began to poke through the turds and loose shit with a long-handled spoon. After a few moments she called over to the examiner and said ?okay?, and the examiner told Mrs Armitage that she could rejoin her colleagues, with her hands behind her head.

The trading company staff were told by one of the supervisors that they would have a hearing the next day but would have to stay in custody overnight. The police commander informed them, with an unnerving smile, that they would stay in holding rooms in the courthouse, not in the police station; the courthouse was several blocks away, across the main city square and down the main boulevard in the direction of the airport, and as no police cars are available (snicker snicker) they would have to walk. They signed for their boxes and were led out to the reception area ? with a look of shock on all their faces, they were just beginning to realize that they were not going to get their clothes back and were being made to march through the city stark naked. Politely the police used plastic handcuffs to cuff their hands behind their backs with a narrow nylon rope strung through the cuffs to keep them all loosely together in a single file. As they were led out onto the front steps, the two men were looking sick and the three women were crying openly and looking as if they were trying to shrink down inside themselves, but with their hands tied behind them they were unable to cover their cunts and bouncing titties. A squad of six cops and a leader marched them single-file down the steps into the main square and towards the central fountain, as people all over the square and in the shops nearby noticed the obscene parade and hurried over to watch.

Crowds of unruly youths and other citizens began to follow along then, laughing and shouting insults and then trying to reach in and grope them. The police escort kept pushing them back, but the mood became more dangerous and the youths more aggressive, some young men distracting the cops whilst others darted behind them and shoved their hands into one woman?s vulva or up another?s ass crack, or grabbed one of the men?s dicks or tried to punch his balls. One boy got a grip on Mrs Baker?s cunt and wormed a couple of fingers up her twat, and she fell to the ground with the boy on top of her. A cop rushed over and dragged him up, but two other boys got Miss Carmichael pushed up against Mr Cosgrove?s meaty buttocks and were jamming their fingers up her asshole.

The cops began to become really alarmed at how quickly their commander?s little joke on the snooty whites had spun out of control, and they tried to hurry the line of detainees along, until soon they were jogging and stumbling barefoot over the harsh pavement, dicks and tits waving all over. But the crowd kept dashing in and abusing them, as the whites began to shout and scream in terror. One cop finally beat a bold groper to the ground with his baton, and the crowd turned on him, beating him down too and kicking him and working themselves into a frenzy. The other cops panicked and fled and the mob swarmed the five whites, and then the situation really deteriorated.

Mr Cosgrove was thrown down on his face and his genitals squashed flat on the pavement by boot heels, and then, with his wrists still bound behind his back, he was strung up by one ankle from the 19th century European queen on the central fountain and pounded to death with fists and sticks. Mr Baker was viciously ass-raped many times; as he lay on his back on his tied hands, a young man began dancing on his chest and another bent down and castrated him with a machete, then disemboweled him on the street. His wife?s wrists were freed but she was raped on the pavement so many times and so brutally that both her vagina and her rectum were prolapsed four inches out of their holes, and the gangs were beating on the protruding tissues with bats and sticks. They dragged her to her knees and throat-raped her just as viciously ? as she was suffocating she went into convulsions and almost gnawed the rapist?s dick all the way through; he began screaming for help and his friends were pounding on her head and trying to pry her mouth open, but he kept on raping down her throat frantically until he successfully climaxed, even after she?d been asphyxiated and hung limp from his hands gripping her head. He pulled his nearly severed dick out of her slack mouth and let her corpse slump onto the street, then sat down on the curb, comforting his bloody, torn dick and weeping uncomprehendingly at his loss. The mob used machetes to gut Mrs Baker from stem to stern, strewed her organs over the street, and tossed her severed head up into the fountain with a splash.

Miss Carmichael had been beaten so badly that one eye was swollen shut, her beautiful nose was spread out across the left side of her face, and her front teeth had been beaten in. As one youth was viciously fucking her anus, the others were all over her, tearing at her breasts, pounding on her back and head, and then one pulled out a knife, hauled up her face up by her hair, and cut all of her nose off as a souvenir. The others followed suit and sliced off an ear, gouged out both of her eyes, cut most of her tits off, tried to saw off her fingers still cuffed behind her back. The latest ass-rapist pulled out abruptly and, as with her boss?s wife, nearly five inches of her brutalized rectum was pulled out with him ? the boys were all laughing and pointing at it, and then one swooped down and cut off the prolapsed part of her intestine to carry off as another souvenir.

The shouting men and women in the mob cut Mrs Armitage?s wrists free of her cuffs and encircled her, shouting and slapping at her tits and buttocks, groping up her ass crack and yanking at her hair, and she spun round and round trying to fend off her tormentors. She was taller than many of her attackers but that almost made it worse, because they were darting in under her outstretched flailing arms and leaping up at her from below, jumping up onto her naked back as she spun wildly about trying to shake them off, pulling hard at her hair from behind so that her head was dragged back and she couldn?t see to defend her crotch in front. She was vaguely aware of the screams of her colleagues being assaulted and butchered nearby but she couldn?t pause in her panicky attempts to break out of the howling circle around her and never actually witnessed the terrible deaths of her friends. Her bare feet were soaked with her own blood as she was chased round and round on the rough pavement. One man got her bent over in a headlock and had his fingers up her nostrils, pulling violently at her nose as he ran her back and forth within the circle, and another drove his fingers into her vagina from behind and began to jerk her up by her cunt, drop her onto her feet again, yank her up, drop her, which became a kind of rhythmical dance up and down with her butt cheeks quivering and her mind spinning off into insanity. Finally she was flung to the ground on her back, and as a line of laughing young men leapt onto her open groin and began raping her and trying to drag one another out of her to hurry up their own turns, two strong men got one of her legs pulled up and into a torsion grip, bending and bending until her leg snapped in two at the knee. The brutal rapes on her battered snatch continued, with other men forcing their monstrous dicks into her mouth and down her throat whilst pulling at her ears and squeezing her split and bleeding nostrils, and then the same two men broke both of her arms in the same way. By the time they turned her over to begin raping her anus, she had no limbs capable of supporting her on all fours and just lay on her stomach as they plunged in and out of her gaping shithole. The moment there was a pause in the line of men jumping in to take their place at her asshole, two burly young men leapt onto her back and began stomp-dancing to the chanting and rhythmical clapping of the crowd, and at some point in their festive dance, her chest was crushed and she went off to a better world perhaps.

Youth gangs were pouring out into the square from all over the centre city by that time, many carrying machetes, batons, and other hand weapons, and some of them were turning against rival gangs, with bloody battles going on all across the square and down the nearby streets. A frenzy of indiscriminate blood lust was washing over the whole crowd of aimless stupid young men, and in some cases their female campfollowers, too. Young men and a few young black women had run out of the nearby streets carrying homemade petrol bombs with rag fuses sticking out of them, lighting them and heaving them at the retreating policemen and at random into the crowd. It began to look like the conflagration had finally descended on the city.

A crowd of journalists and cameramen, in town to cover the elections, heard the uproar and ran from the posh hotel for white foreigners to get the story. The mob, with still more excited people and youth gangs joining them and hysterical blood lust mounting still further, started en masse after the journalists, who fled back to the hotel. A cameraman stepped out of the way to the side and tried to keep filming and he was shredded by the mob; he could be seen being dragged naked, without his genitals, out towards the centre of the square, howling insanely. A white male and female were cut off and hid in an alley half a block down from the hotel ? the female journalist was in her 40s, somewhat overweight and out of condition, and she despaired of outrunning the mob. The male accosted a muslim woman from the nearby Arab neighborhood, who was backed into the alley waiting for a chance to find her way home; he punched her in her covered head and knocked her out, and stripped off her burqa, revealing just jeans and a bra underneath. The female journalist pulled on the burqa hastily and started hurrying openly towards safety, as the male took his chances slipping between the buildings towards the hotel. The woman stopped a few times to stare in horror at some of the scenes taking place in front of her, but otherwise she scurried around the outside of the mob as fast as she could, almost running to the extent that she could. Several boys saw her and realized that they had never seen a middle-aged muslim housewife in a burqa running before, and they began chasing her. She tried to run faster, tangling up in the burka; they ripped off the hood and saw her blonde hair, and then they hauled off the whole garment. They ripped open her shirt and bra, exposing her pendulous breasts, and yanked her trousers down, her panties halfway down around her large ass cheeks ? a frenzied leader waving a machete told them to force her to her knees and as one of them pulled her hair forward, he beheaded her with three clumsy strokes and ran around the crowd waving the severed blonde head. As the mob moved on, three of the gang quietly dragged her corpse to the roadside and began raping it in both remaining holes.

A white couple who?d been in the caf? had been dragged out and sodomized brutally on the street, as the crowd howled with delight and jostled for the next turn at either of them, and then a youth group leader arrived in his car and backed up towards them; each of the couple were pulled upright and had one wrist tied by a short rope to the back bumper. A screaming, fat white man was being buggered on the sidewalk, and they dragged him over and tied him up as well. The driver was revving his engine, but the mob called to him to wait and pulled the two men backwards in a bow, grabbed their dicks and testicles, and hacked them off. The two men both fell to a sitting position in the street, yelling and clutching their empty crotches. The woman was still standing there with one wrist tied, her tits and back smeared with blood from having been brutally raped on the pavement, staring down at her husband and the other man as if in a daze. Then the car started off and the two men were immediately dragged behind it, two long bloody lines appearing on the pavement behind the car as their skin and muscles were torn off by the pavement. The woman seemed to wake up from her daze and started running after the car, successfully at first as the car kept blowing its horn trying to get through the crowd. But then as it curved round the fountain, the woman?s now-dead husband got tangled in her feet and she went down face first, dragged on by the rope on her wrist; within seconds her tits had been abraded off and the skin had been scraped off her fleshy thighs down the bone in places. The car passed out of sight behind the fountain.

The journalists? hotel had thrown up metal shutters on the ground floor, and most of them made it in the front door before it was locked up. Many of the journalists ran up to higher rooms and were trying to film and report from the balconies above. One middle-aged male cameraman tripped on the curb, though, and sprained his ankle, but he tried frantically hopping onward until the howling crowd overwhelmed him. Some minutes later, from the balconies above they could see him being held aloft and passed naked overhead through the crowd.

The mob set upon the hotel and it became a raucous siege. Policemen were milling helplessly and standing back in fear, and the journalists couldn?t get through to the police station on the telephone. As black and white citizens were fleeing to their homes, the youth gangs of aimless petty criminals were rioting against one another in a widening circle all over the city. Within an hour and a half, the Bamiji military began taking up positions in a few strategic places, but the journalists? hotel was in danger of being overrun. Molotov cocktails were being thrown into shops and buildings and into the crowds, with frantic people being splashed with burning petrol, bursting into flames and falling to the ground, flapping their arms at their burning clothes and trying to tear them off.

An ambulance with a terrified driver and two paramedics nudged through the crowd to try to help the wounded. They saw a gang member on the ground with his arm cut off and tried to get to him. When they were close, the black paramedics dashed out the back and rushed to the man with a stretcher. As they heaved him onto it, the male paramedic looked up and got his head cleaved down the middle with a machete. His female colleague leapt up and spun round in a panic and tried to run, but she was tripped up and brought down and beaten all over with batons, eventually disemboweled on the street, still fully dressed, by a machete. The crowd mobbed the driver; the window glass splintered but didn?t break, and they swarmed over the ambulance pounding on it, as three of them scrambled into the back. The driver panicked and floored the accelerator, riding right over the people in front, until he?d gone up onto so many of them that the wheels were spinning off the ground and he was stuck. Youths dashed up from behind and threw Molotov cocktails into the back, and the three attackers who were already inside came tumbling out completely engulfed in flames. The inside of the ambulance burned up as the crowd pounded on the windows and laughed at the driver, then the ambulance exploded and immolated many in the crowd as well.

The watching journalists in the hotel were able get through to a private mercenary security firm that was based at a compound adjacent to a Chinese factory-farm just outside the city. The mercenaries sent two armored trucks in towards the hotel. They stopped in front of it and threw a cordon around the front door, brutal men with automatic weapons who pushed the mob back and fired into the air and right into the crowd when necessary. Two wild young men and a shouting woman standing next to them were cut to pieces by an extended volley of automatic weapons fire. The trucks backed up to the front doors and the journalists crowded into the lobby to be evacuated. The mercenaries shouted ?women first? and began escorting the women out into the backs of the trucks. One elderly female reporter tried to scramble up into the back and the leader shoved her off and down into the bushes, then grabbed her young P.A. and hauled her protesting up into the truck by her armpits. The last of the women were lifted into the trucks, and the male journalists began crowding forward, as the mercenaries scrambled up into the backs and began swinging the doors shut and the trucks pulled out onto the street and drove away. The astonished journalists tried to dash back into the hotel, but the mob was on them and a bloody free for all took place out front and all through the lobby, eventually even to the upper floors as journalists tried in vain to escape the machete gangs. More than half of them died there in the hotel, both males and a few remaining females, whilst the others were scattering frantically through the neighborhood seeking other hotels that would take them in.

The mercenary trucks drove back into their compound, and no one had the courage to try to accost them there; the female journalists were never seen or heard from again, and weeks after all this happened they were just listed as ?missing?.

Outside one of the international hotels some whites running towards safety saw a body in the street covered by a dirty sheet, with a long, wet and bloody stringy thing trailing out from under the sheet onto the sidewalk. They stopped and lifted the sheet and found a middle-aged woman naked from the waist down, sprawled on her face, with the stringy thing coming out of her asshole. They suddenly realized that her asshole was at the far end of the string, and the rest of it was the entire length of her intestines ? the mob had cut her anus out and used it to pull her bowels all the way out of her crotch into the street. The same group seemed to have been at work elsewhere in the neighborhood ? just across the street a naked white woman had been hauled up onto a lamppost by a thin climbing rope wrapped around her throat, where she?d asphyxiated probably slowly, but from her crotch dangled her entire vagina, uterus, and ovaries ? they?d managed to get a hook stuck up through her cervix and just hauled everything out through her cunt hole, very likely whilst she was dangling and trying desperately to breathe.

Before long, the young men in the mob were invariably stripping and cutting off the dick and balls of all their male victims, because though they were all Christians, they remembered that their traditions rewarded warriors with their enemies? strengths if they carried off their dicks. Many of them were essentially hunting for penises by that time, and when they caught up with hapless victims, often white but also unlucky black men as well, they ran round in circles waving their prizes aloft and hooting hysterically. The practice of castrating the males and, to a lesser extent, disemboweling the women caught on and spread throughout the chaotic square and then throughout the downtown area. Soon many of the crazed youths were stringing penises and testicles onto necklaces and wearing them as a way of boasting about how many dicks they?d won, like bead necklaces at Mardi Gras. They continued seeking white people wherever they could find them, but not infrequently they set upon blacks as well, and many of the young gang members were especially anxious to find members of rival gangs, whom they believed would have the most powerful penises for their collections.

Many of the whites who?d been caught were raped in the street by the howling mobs, both the men and the women, and then instead of just being hacked to death where they lay, they were strung up on a lamppost or tree limb around the square, by one wrist or upsidedown by an ankle, and then just beaten to death by howling young men and some women wielding batons and thick sticks, beating their victims wherever they could reach them as they writhed and spun round on their ropes. The beaters were aiming for the sex organs and tits as much as they could, high-fiving one another when they scored a direct hit, but also hammering their weapons into stomachs and backs, thighs, kidneys, knees, instinctively avoiding beating people?s heads, though, lest their victims die too quickly. Eventually, of course, all of the people caught in this way ended up as distorted bloody masses of lumpy human flesh and muscle and protruding bones.

All over the square and neighboring streets, along with the hacked-up bodies stacking up on top of one another where they?d fallen, piles of clothing that had been stripped off the hysterical victims were strewn all about ? trousers, blouses, boxer underpants, T-shirts, bras and panties, shoes, eyeglasses. Small groups of middle-aged black women clutching black plastic garbage bags were braving the mobs raving all about them and had begun poking about in the piles of discarded clothing, trying not to look at the naked owners staring up at them with wide, dead eyes nearby, searching for undamaged items that might be useful for resale.

On the sidewalk lay the corpse of a heavily pregnant woman lying on her side. Her dress had been pulled up around her waist and her maternity underpants were hooked around one foot. Her massive belly was purple from having been beaten, and she had miscarried; there was a fetus lying dead between her legs and a mass of afterbirth still connected up her vagina. Her head was fractured and bloody all around, and her face had been beaten into a horrible shapeless mass of bone and tissue. Her mostly toothless lower jaw had been partially detached and lay alongside her head, connected only at one side of her face. The broken end of a stout baton was protruding out of her bloody anus. Twenty feet away the body of a man, perhaps her husband, was lying spreadeagled on his back still wearing a sports jacket and businessman?s tie, which is unusual for this casual city; his trousers were gone and his boxers were wrapped around one knee, and where his genitals should have been there was only a gaping bloody hole.

Jubilant young men were dragging out a young white couple who?d been chased down on a nearby street, aiming for a small playground at the edge of the main square. From the few trees in the little park and from the metal frames of the swingsets and other toys, many corpses were hanging, some right side up but mostly upsidedown, that had been beaten into discolored, scarcely human shapes. The young woman saw them and became hysterical; the man was petrified with fear, and a piss stain spread down the inside of his trousers. Their clothes were torn off, but the woman?s jeans were so tight that they had to hold her on the ground and work together to drag them off her legs ? then she was stood up again beside her partner; two of the dead bodies were cut down and the ropes from which they?d been hanging were tied around an ankle of each of the couple, then they were raised and as one leg went up, they fell back onto their asses and then got raised until their heads were swaying about mid-thigh on the crowd, with their unsecured legs gyrating around spasmically as they tried unsuccessfully to keep their legs together. The boys began beating the young man?s genitals and he began screaming and writhing all over, his one untied leg flailing and jerking all round. They pounded the girl on the genitals, spread wide open by her untied leg waving out to the side, as well as in the abdomen, butt, and tits. She too pissed and the urine soaked through her pubic hair and ran down her torso, dripping off her nipples and upsidedown nose and chin. She began puking violently, vomit streaming all over her head, both coming out of and pouring into her nose, and as she suffocated she began convulsing. One of the men grabbed her pukey hair and pulled her head up backwards to let her airways drain out. Another reached over and shoved a finger up her ass, then hooked his thumb in her cunt hole and squeezed her perineal tissue between her anus and vagina very hard, then began to twist it violently all the way out of shape. The man was being beaten relentlessly all over and was now just rocking back and forth, swinging in a circle, with the blows; his dick and testicles had been beaten into a shapeless mass, and were then lopped off altogether. Blood was dripping off him onto the ground from wounds all over. The man twisting the woman?s anal and vaginal area into a grotesque knot gave a great heave and partially tore the bridge of muscle and tissue halfway out of her crotch. She too was lapsing into a moaning trance, just absorbing the thudding blows as they began to beat her with their sticks and bats all over her body, and finally in the face, until she appeared to have died.

In a nearby apartment building with both white and black families, people were watching from balconies and were seen by some in the mob. Gangs ran towards the place, and a middle-aged white couple with a young teenage boy bolted from the front door and tried to make it to their car. The mobs caught up with them and dragged them to the middle of the street, pulled all their pants down to their ankles and castrated the father and son, rammed their fingers up the mother?s holes, then doused them all with petrol and danced around them as they burnt to cinders.

The mob raced to the building and the black concierge buzzed them in; they dashed round the halls banging on doors but hadn?t anything to batter down the doors with. They got the concierge to cut off all the water and electricity and then sat him by the front door with a cellphone to alert them if anyone tried to escape, and then they ran back out into the street to join the battles. A couple of the white dads checked out the corridors and lobbies, then telephoned around to other white families to get down to the basement by the back stairs. As most of the white families gathered in the parking garage, they filled two vans and two large cars and prepared to make a break for it, but without electricity the garage doors wouldn?t open. Two of the dads ran up to the lobby, overpowered the concierge, shoved the cellphone down his throat and beat his head in with a primitive stone statuette that he kept on his desk for good luck. They took his keys to the building and raced off to find the electricity panel, but they had no idea where it was and had to run back to the basement when they saw some of the mob coming back to the front door carrying wood and truck tires. The gang stacked all the stuff in the middle of the lobby and down one of the halls, doused it all with petrol and lit it, and soon smoke was billowing out of the lobby and fire was spreading through the furnishings and then to the structure itself. People were out on the balconies screaming for help, the black families yelling down to the gangs to help them escape.

By then, some of the gang members had found the concierge?s pass key and were going from room to room, telling the black families to run for it and wondering where all the whites had got to. Some of the whites had stayed behind, though, sometimes grouped in one flat for safety in numbers. In one flat, a middle-aged couple out on the balcony had seen the atrocities committed in the public square below, and when the door of their flat was flung open, the man lifted his screaming wife up and threw her off the balcony, so that she smashed face first onto the pavement. He tried to throw himself off after her but the blacks dragged him back, pulled down his pants and hacked his dick and balls off, then they ran him full speed across his livingroom, out the sliding doors and over the balcony railing. In another room, two white families with little children were cowering as the gang broke in ? they waved machetes madly at the parents and threw all the children off the balcony, then stripped the adults and assfucked the wives whilst holding the husbands down. One of the women?s anus was completely destroyed. Then they held the two men down and castrated them, hauled them to the railing and threw them over onto the crowd below, then they hoisted one of the wives up onto the railing and just held her out over the cheering crowd. Her mouth is forming words but no sounds are coming out. They disemboweled her with a machete and threw her off to plummet into the crowd wreathed in her own guts. They hauled up the second wife, facing out over the crowd, and disemboweled her too, holding her out over the railing and the crowd below, then they reached around and pulled her slit-open abdominal muscles apart and began chopping around inside with the machete, so that pieces of organs and short lengths of intestines started raining down on the people watching from below. Then they let her go and she tumbled head over heels, barely alive, to smash onto the sidewalk.

The fire consumed the apartment building and both black and white families trapped on upper floors began jumping to their deaths or trying unsuccessfully to run through the flames in the corridors. The families in the basement, many of them already almost overcome by smoke, made a last desperate run past the flames in the lobby but ignited and writhed just in and out of the front door till they?d each fried to a black smoking mass of gore. The burnt out building pancaked and the rest of the people on the balconies could be seen being swallowed up.

Some of the whites were escaping by car and on foot around the worst areas of violence towards the two gated white communities on either side of the city. At first, the security people wouldn?t let them in, but as word of the violence reached the communities, the gates were opened and refugee families were streaming in. Some of the local gangs diverted from going downtown and stormed one of the communities, and the whites inside had to close the gates and watch the whites left outside banging on the gates and begging desperately as the mobs fell upon them and continued their atrocities right in front of the horrified people watching from inside. One busty woman tried to hang onto the gate, pleading hysterically, as the people inside watched from behind their houses and trees; the mobs stripped her naked as she was gripping the gate bars and screaming, and then buttfucked her up against the gate, her tits and face mashed against the bars.

The US embassy threw up blast walls and the staff ran down to secure, armored rooms in the basement as Marine snipers peered out of pillboxes on the roof, watching for anyone trying to come over the walls, though none ever did. The British embassy sent out three jeeps and a truck to pick up whomever they could. When they saw the sexual mayhem in the main square, they sent all of the female soldiers back in one jeep, then headed out into the square. Each jeep had four soldiers plus another in a jumpseat with a large mounted machine gun. Somewhere in the square, the youths left off their raping, dragged a number of male and female victims naked to their feet, backed off in a semi-circle and gave the victims a chance to run, slapping and pushing them to get them started. A mad dash ensued, the leaders running hysterically, dicks and tits flying all over the place; others were trailing behind depending on their condition and age, and some were overtaken and raped and beaten to death on the pavement. The British truck raced towards them and as many of the runners as can do so turned and headed for it. The truck swerved around and lowered the back gate, and the soldiers in the back began hauling the naked runners up into the truck. One gang member vaulted over the back of a woman up into the truck and grabbed a soldier?s leg, grinning up ecstatically; the soldier pointed his pistol into the guy?s face and fired point blank, then kicked the shredded corpse out onto the pavement and hauled the naked woman up by the underarms.

The jeeps flanked the truck and, almost too late, began firing the machine guns into the wild mob, gangbangers and youth club hooligans, mostly but not all male, getting mowed down and thrown into the air in a bloody spray. With as many of the fleeing runners aboard as could still be saved, the convoy roared out of the square and back to the embassy. After sorting themselves out, they kept coming back out, avoiding the chaotic main square but cruising nearby neighborhoods and gathering up all the whites they could find. People who called the British embassy for help were told where the truck would be next so they could keep a watch out for it. At one point, the British ran up against a hastily erected local military checkpoint ? they tried to pass, but the local soldiers began firing at them, and the British machine guns wiped out the checkpoint soldiers and passed through.

A crowd of non-participating black citizens were gathered at the edge of the main square to watch what was going on. Some of them were cheering and laughing, but most were appalled at the rage and chaos erupting in the centre of their city. The gangs? rape and murder frenzy had grown so great that at one point, when two large gangs saw no whites nearby, they rushed the black citizens as well, and began the same stripping, raping, mutilating, and slaughter that they?d been doing to the whites. The astonished black citizens went down waving their arms and protesting before the screaming mobs and suffered appalling crimes and, in many cases, death.

A family van with three 30-ish white couples rolled into the square by accident, reversed frantically, and tried to roar back out with the mob chasing them. The driver lost control, jumped the curb and hit a lamppost, as the mob reached them and hauled them all out of the car. A few of them were still dazed ? some of them fell to their knees, pleading with their hands held out as if in prayer. The mob violently stripped them all naked, tearing their clothes off and throwing them aside, stood them all up and pushed them back and forth and into one another, slapping tits and kicking them in the butts, but then one of them punched a chubby male in the face and, when the man was stunned, he reached under the paunch and grabbed the guy?s balls and took off running, the guy screaming and madly trying to keep up, gripping his assailant?s wrists trying to relieve the pain. It started a trend, another grabbed the next guy?s balls and dragged him around in a wide circle, laughing gleefully, one of them shoved three fingers up a woman?s cunt and started running off, she too howling with her hands gripping his wrists, hopping and waddling frantically trying to keep up with him. A youth kicked another overweight man in the stomach and then, when the man bent over trying to breathe again, he stepped around him, reached under and grabbed the guy?s dick and ball sack from under his legs, and then started running away with the poor man trying to run backwards behind him; suddenly he stopped and pulled the guy?s dick and balls straight up ? hauled up by his scrotum the man was pulled into a somersault and ended up lying on his back with his balls protruding half out of their sack. When all of the others were being towed and whirled around in circles, screaming in panic, the gang began to choreograph it and make them collide with each other at full speed.

One of the draggers tired of the game and released his busty captive, spun her around, grabbed her from behind with an arm crushing her tits, and pulled back, making her arch backward. One of his friends reared back, ran forward, and lashed a mighty kick right in her snatch. She was stunned and tried to pitch forward, her hands flew to her cunt, but she was still held back ? the kicker approached and launched a ferocious punch in her lower abdomen, and then another. The woman stared, and then spewed vomit straight out, some of it hitting her attacker; the man holding her let her go and she fell to her knees, puking violently and unable to stop or catch her breath. The man stepped back and fired a terrible kick from behind right into the fat, furry lips of her cunt, and she was propelled forward into the vomit on the street. The two of them tried to drag her upright for more fun, but she was convulsing and still retching, virtually out of her mind and covered in smelly puke; one of them was so disgusted that he shoved his machete into her guts at the top of her cunt hair, then jerked it up and disemboweled her on the street from pubis to rib cage. The other one reached in and yanked out loops of her intestines and let her fall almost dead onto the pile of her insides.

One gangbanger had got a long-haired brunette woman on all fours, gripping her hips and buttfucking her wildly and whooping towards a climax, when another ecstatic nutter hauled her head back by her hair and slashed her throat. Blood leapt out in a stream and she pitched forward, off her attacker?s dick; he stopped and yelled in rage at not having climaxed. Her killer was still pulling her head all the way back and trying to force his hand down the hole in her throat, then looked up just as the buttfucker planted his machete right through the guy?s forehead. He stood over them both, his huge dick still streaked with shit and fully erect, trying in vain to pull his machete out of his victim?s head. A friend of his victim swung out blindly with his own long blade and lopped off the buttfucker?s dick, which flopped onto the pavement in front of him. He stared down at the stump of his dick, uncomprehendingly, as blood shot out of it, sat down on the pavement and became completely focused on trying to stop the stump from shooting out blood.

There was a street stand where normally a guy sold fritters by dunking dough in a giant pot of boiling oil and sprinkling powdered sugar over them. It had been abandoned but the pot was still on the boil. An athletic white lady clad only in her blouse broke loose from her assailant and kicked him the balls, and he fell to the pavement clutching his crotch and howling. His sidekick grabbed her by the back of the neck and shoved her head into the pot of boiling oil. He quickly burned his arms badly and pulled them out, screaming hysterically and flapping them in the air. The woman flopped back out of the pot and fell onto the street, her hair, eyelashes, eyelids, and eyeballs gone, nostrils and most of her lips fried off, scalp and skin burnt to a crisp, still alive but silently waving her arms on the ground. Youths had a naked woman spreadeagled on the ground nearby, and one of them yelled ?this one, too? and ran to get the pot of oil, then poured it over the woman, burning her to a convulsing crisp but also getting two of his buddies, who recoiled with horrible burns and lapsed into insanity from the pain.

One of the most pathetic incidents was witnessed and filmed by some of the journalists who?d escaped the slaughter at their hotel and made it to a fortified international hotel in the next street over. A city bus was stopped right in the street below and a mob of young men swarmed aboard, dragging out a few white men and a dozen white upper school girls in their international school uniforms. The men were castrated and chased away with batons, though they could scarcely run with such wounds, and most of them collapsed before they?d got very far. The girls were stripped naked and raped by many of the young men, both in front and up the ass, but then somebody ran up with a large packet of big ?cherry bomb? fireworks that he had been throwing out into the square over people?s heads from the central fountain, just to liven up the party. One by one the dazed girls, when the men had tired of brutalizing them, were stood up facing up at the journalists in the hotel, and a lit cherry bomb was rammed up her anus. As each one got her fireworks rammed up her ass, she seems to have thought it was just another ass-rape, because when the bombs exploded the look of surprise and shock on their faces was appalling. Each collapsed in a heap of blood, tissue, and shit and slowly bled to death out of what used to be her asshole. The whole dozen of them had their rectums blown apart this way, and they were all left sprawled in their own waste and gore on the sidewalk, many of them still alive but not for long.

The mob stormed a cafe in a commercial building ? the black patrons and staff tried to cover for the whites hiding the small kitchen, but the mob burst in and discovered the 50-ish white couple and three young women who worked in the international bank next door. Violent stripping and rapes began, the man was castrated and sat on the floor holding one of the young women?s discarded trousers and panties pressed into his crotch and fading out. The youths turned the metal stove burners on high, and after repeatedly raping and beating all the women, they dragged the buxom older woman over and forced her tits onto the glowing plaques till they were charred right off. They threw her down and she lay on the floor with her arms held out, staring down at her blackened front. They grabbed one of the three young women, lifted her up and sat her on the bright-red plaques, pushing her down as she bucked and writhed wildly and her pubic hair crinkled up from the horrific heat underneath her. When they pulled her off, gobs of charred muscle were stuck to the burners, and when they turned her around they could see that her whole ass was gone, pelvic bones were bared, her crotch was burned to a black and dark red mass of tissue. Then they forced her face right down onto the burners, laughing so hard that the two other women were able to slip out the back door into the alley and run naked for the bank, where they were let in to safety, wailing and sobbing uncontrollably.

Upstairs the gang burst into a corridor and saw a caucasian male in a white coat peeking out of a door ? they started shouting and running down the hall, the man panicked and ran in the other direction and down the first stairs. The mob reached the open door and saw a stylish middle-aged woman also in a white coat ? both husband and wife were dentists and he had just abandoned her in his terror. They ran in as she backed off; her fat older black receptionist gave her a deeply apologetic look and hurried to slip out the door. As she passed him, one of the mob hacked deep into the muscles of her fat back with this machete and she tumbled out the door, tried to get up, bleeding heavily down her dress on her back, and eventually crawled off down the corridor. The boys pulled the dentist?s clothes off and held her down on her back on a long table covered with a roll of white paper. Two of them held her shoulders down and squashed her tits onto her chest as another took up dentist?s grips and began pulling her teeth out, starting with the front ones and working towards the molars. Her unsecured lower body was flailing and humping all over the table, writhing about, legs opening and closing convulsively. She pissed an arc onto the floor ? her cunt slit was opening and closing as she writhed. The man paused and turned her head to the side because all the blood was gagging her ? she was suffocating, and blood poured from her mouth and snot blew out of her nose, then she vomited all over the floor. The man turned her back and pulled out a few more of her teeth, then let her spit out the blood again. She thought they?d finished but now they were holding her legs apart and flat, and one of them drove a whining dental drill into her clitoris, then as she became berserk, humping her pelvis wildly, he steadied her and proceeded to drill holes all the way down both cunt lips as well as several times right through her pubic bone on top. Then they lifted one of her legs up and turned it over her and drilled holes into her anal sphincter. Then, abruptly, they tired of their game and ran out into the corridor, leaving the dentist bloody and toothless but alive.

On the seventh floor there was the expensively-furnished offices of a high-powered lawyer who worked as general counsel for one of the international companies. She was an elegant and sophisticated woman in her late forties who was making a fortune in her powerful position and planned to retire to pursue her lifelong hobbies within the next few years. As the youths pounded down the corridor banging on doors and trying to open them, the double doors of the law office were thrown open and a number of black office workers, fearful for themselves, pushed their boss and a young white male clerk out into the arms of the gang members, then slammed the door shut and locked it. The youths were hooting at the lawyer, circling round her and poking at her as she tried to fend off their hands, whilst a few of them stripped the young man naked and started pumping his dick for fun. He was wide-eyed in terror as his elegant boss, whom he worshipped virtually as a goddess, was humiliated by the taunting boys. As they circled her, they pulled up her expensive skirt in the back, exposing her blue panties and pantyhose, and continued spinning her around as she tried to push her skirt back down. She was begging now and clearly terrified. Someone reached out and tore open her blouse, and as her hands flew up to try to close it again, they pulled her panties and pantyhose halfway down her thighs in the back. She spun around and someone reached in and grabbed her fuzzy cunt lips and began pulling them out, leaving her no choice but to try to follow his lead as he waltzed her around in a circle by her snatch.

Soon the terrified woman was naked, and one of the boys bent her over with a headlock, rummaging his other hand through her hair until it was stuck out in all directions, as another stuffed his hand up her butt crack and started ramming his fingers at her anus. They forced her down onto her back and up onto her shoulders, as they held her legs apart and pulled open her furry cunt flaps and stared down into her gaping hole at her cervix and gleaming vaginal tube. They are laughing and jostling to stare down into her hole in the harsh flourescent overhead lights in the corridor, and then they dragged the young man over and forced him close to her twat for a good look down into his boss?s insides. He was appalled by what they were doing to her but powerless to resist. Then they pulled her farther over, upsidedown, and pulled her ass cheeks wide, working their fingers into her pinkish-brown anal ring and forcing it to spread apart. Soon the tips of four fingers were opening her butt hole by nearly three inches and they were staring down into her rectum, and the young man was forced right over her hole just inches way from it. A delicate but musty odor was wafting up out of her shitter. He thought in shock that here was this beautiful sophisticated woman at that top of her professional career, and he, a mere boy, an office clerk, was looking five inches up into her glistening colon as she sobbed hysterically on the floor with her legs spread out over her head.

Then the men tired of toying with her and really fell upon her, raping her spreadeagled and forcing their dicks down her throat as she gagged and vomited, drooling semen and saliva out of her gaping mouth, crying and blowing snot out of her nose. Some of the men occupied their wait by trying to smash down the frosted glass doors of the law office while the black workers who?d betrayed their boss cowered in panic inside, but the doors held and the men returned to their sobbing, hysterical victim. The young clerk was forgotten for the moment, and he slipped backwards down the hall unnoticed, hid in the laundry in the basement, and eventually made it through the darkness outside to flag down a British patrol. The lawyer woman was turned over, flat on the floor, and again they spread her ass cheeks to expose her knotted little anus and dove in, humping hard into her ass as she lay flat on the floor with her tits crushed sideways under her. At last they stood her up and helped her rather gently towards the fire stairs, one of them whispering soothingly in her ear. After all of that explosive violence, she was completely disoriented and had no idea what was going on. They opened the heavy stairway fire door, scooped her up over the railing, and tossed her down the stairwell; she screamed briefly but caromed off the banisters on both sides all the way down past the floors, so that nearly all of her bones, her limbs, ribs, shoulder, pelvis, were broken before she hit the concrete seven floors down.

The mob found four white teenage girls in a room and set about stripping them down and raping them, but one of them clung tightly to one of the boys after he?d pulled off her shirt and bra. He was pawing her tits and she?d got his zipper down and was caressing his goolies; she whispered something to him, smiling seductively at him, and he looked doubtfully at his friends, then they slipped out the door together as the others were so preoccupied with raping that they didn?t notice. In the back alley, they ran out and saw two black girls hiding to stay out of the chaos, and the boy ordered one of them to take off her T-shirt, putting it onto his white girl and leaving the black girl standing in her bra. The couple slipped off into the basement of the next building, and no one had seen them. The next morning, the girl?s body was found hanging off the front wall of one of the international hotels, facing onto the street, naked and mutilated. No one wss aware of the connection, but later the same day the boy hysterically charged a British military checkpoint waving a machete and was shot in the face at point blank by a .45 bullet.

Late in the second day, the murderous frenzy targeting whites began to dissipate, and there were fewer assaults of residential and commercial buildings housing whites. The Bamiji military had taken over the main square and were slowly setting up checkpoints outward from there. The international airport, with its own military security, had remained open throughout, and along with foreigners camped in the loungers waiting for the next flights out they could get on, emergency and medical staff were flying in from ICRI, Doctors without Borders, and other emergency relief organizations. Local and foreign medical teams had begun working over the main square, lining up the bodies with hopes for identification, searching for anyone who might still be alive. During the night, more British and French military, who had flown in ostensibly to evacuate nations, were helping to establish order in the downtown area. They had set up giant floodlights with generators in the main square to help the teams work throughout the night.

Youth gangs were still roaming the suburbs, though by this time they were more intent on simple looting than on rape and murder, but still with a casually sadistic edge to their aimless scavenging. In one upscale suburb, three middle-aged couples were gathered in one house because it had a more solid wall and gate in its frontyard; the other two couples lived in nearby houses and had been let through a back gate in the chain link fence by the swimming pool. The couples knew one another to say hello to across their yards, but had never met. They were sitting fretfully in the living room with the lights off, murmuring reassurances and watching out the big windows for any movement in the yard. The dog began barking in the front driveway but stopped abruptly; the couples leapt up in alarm, and the home owner tried to telephone to the central watchman?s kiosk in the centre of the circle of houses. There was no answer, and they could see across the yards that the kiosk was still lit up but empty.

Suddenly there were black men in the room waving machetes and barking orders. As several men carrying 110-litre garbarge bags streamed throughout the house looking for portable loot, the couples were hustled to the centre of the living room and ordered to strip off all their clothing. They were terrified and stripped off as quickly as they could, and they cowered together, hunching over and trying to shield their privates. One of the men was forced down on his back, and another was positioned on top of him in a 69 position; both of them, top management bosses in their companies, were wide-eyed and trembling with fear, as they were ordered to start sucking each other off. Awkwardly, they each stuck a penis in their mouth and tried to suck on it ? they were urged on by blows from the flat of a machete on the top man?s buttocks, then they were ordered to stick a finger up each other?s asshole and start reaming vigorously.

Then one of the stylishly coiffed women was stripped of her earrings, rings, necklaces, etc., and put down in the same position, on her back with her knees up and spread wide. She had a trimmed light brown cunt with fuzz down the lips and around the anus. Another one was hustled over, jewelry removed, and forced facedown onto the first woman. They were ordered to start licking each other?s cunts, which they hastily did, though it was obviously very unpleasant for them. When that looked too tame, they were told to spread each other?s cunt flaps wide with their fingers and really bury their faces in there, and then their faces were pushed hard into the cunt holes from behind. Once they?d got up a rhythm, the men spit on their fingers and stuck them up both assholes to lube them a little, then took an index finger of each woman and rammed it up the other anus, pulling it in and out until the women got the idea and started reaming each other out on their own. Neither was showing any sign of arousal at all, but the two men still sucking each other off had begun humping their hips and writhing as they both redoubled their vigor on each other?s dicks and butts. One of the looters was encouraging them by stepping up and down on the back of the top man and clapping his hands to a traditional tune.

The third woman, clearly the most beautiful and shapely of the three, was spread face down over the arm of the sofa, and the third man, whom she?d seen in the neighborhood but never met, was pushed up against her butt. One of the youths sucked two fingers wet and thrust them up the woman?s asshole, at which she screamed and tried to squirm away. They pushed the man up to her, but his dick was completely flaccid in fear. They made him start pumping it with his fist to get it ready, but it wasn?t working, so they spun the woman around onto her knees and shoved the dick into her mouth and screamed at her to start sucking; in a panic, she began sucking on it hard and massaging the balls with her free hand. Shortly, he was passably erect, so they spun her over the sofa again and shoved his dick up to her anus; they put his hands onto her hips and forced him to start penetrating her shitter. She howled and squirmed in pain, but after a while he was pushed all the way in to the root, and they made him start pulling nearly all the way out and thrusting hard again, faster and faster until he lost control of himself and really started pummelling her until he came with a shout. They let him go soft in her rectum, than pulled him out as her gaping anus slowly closed up, then they lined up and sodomized her again one after another until six of them had shot huge loads up her ass.

As they were assaulting the nearly catatonic woman in turns, three of them forced the man onto his back, pulled up his legs and hooked his knees over his head and under his arms. He was convinced them were going to hack him to pieces like that and had started crying, blubbering out senseless pleas for mercy. The sodomizers pulled the dazed woman to her feet and positioned her over the man, facing his feet, and forced her down into a squat directly over his face. While she steadied herself with one hand on the floor, they made her start diddling his flaccid dick back and forth, flopping the shit-streaked cock round and round between her fingers. She was crying and hiccupping, and her nose was streaming snot out; the humiliation of having to play with her neighbor?s little dick, knowing that it was her own feces that was streaked along it, was overwhelming. The terrified man was staring up at her red and swollen anus just above his face, already dripping greasy cum down onto him, when they ordered the woman to shit on him. Globs of brown-streaked semen were already pulsing out of the hole, but then in terror she began to push like in her morning dump, and a torrent of brown semen exploded from her ass and smeared all over his face. He had his eyes and mouth screwed tightly closed, but kept shaking his face back and forth trying to keep his nose clear. After a mass of cum had emerged, the real shit began to follow it, soft brown and very smelly stool draining out punctuated by wet escapes of intestinal gas. The woman was crying hysterically but still pushing hard, and the boys were laughing hysterically, crowding close to watch the mess emerging.

One of the looters had found the homeowner?s safe and came out to demand the combination. By this time all of the victims were on their feet and cowering together. No one answered and the looters didn?t know whose house it was, so they pulled the three men into a line and juggled the flats of their machetes under their ball sacks until one of the men blurted out the number. The leader went back into the other room, but then came back a few minutes later and made him say the combination again because he?d forgotten it by the time he?d got there. In a few minutes, he yelled ?okay? in English and all the men began gathering in the living room. One of them said, in English, ?I?m going to cut their tits off?, and another said ?I want those trophy dicks?. All of the whites huddled together babbling hysterically and begging for mercy, one of them with semen, blood, and wet shit staining down the backs of her thighs, but in fact this was not a murderous frenzy, but rather more of a sadistic playfulness. When all the black men were together with their garbage sacks of booty, they filed out the sliding windows and walked around the pool, hopped the fence, and began circling around the next house (which in fact belonged to one of the other couples), looking for a way in. In a few moments, the lights went on in that house and they could see the men going from room to room. The three couples crumpled onto the sofa and the floor, still completely naked and too stunned to try to cover themselves.

At another house, the CEO of a downtown company drove into his driveway, as the return of order in the city convinced him that he could risk the roads to his home, where his wife had been hiding in terror in a closet with the lights out and doors locked for nearly 48 hours, in intermittent phone contact with her husband and alerts and warnings coming over the radio, sneaking out to the kitchen or the toilet when necessary and dashing back in at once. He saw no one as he approached his house, but as he opened his front door four black men rushed up behind him and pushed him inside. His wife, whom he?d telephoned as he came up the street, was standing in shock in the middle of the front hall. Two of the men started through the house with their garbage bags, whilst the other two kept the owners occupied by herding them into the living room and turning on all the lights. Neighbors who were hiding in their own dark houses across the lawn were watching the entire scene through the floor-length patio doors. They made the couple undress and stand stark naked in front of them with their legs spread wide, as they circled around and laughed at the woman?s heavy sagging tits, big dumpy buttocks, and fat paunchy stomach that bulged down over her snatch, at the man?s shrivelled little dick hiding tucked away under his beer belly.

To pass the time with some fun, they walked the couple out onto the patio and bent the sobbing woman over the back of the divan, then ordered the man to fuck his wife. He couldn?t get it up and yanked on his dick helplessly, convinced that they?d kill them both if he couldn?t perform. They lost patience and dragged him around to the front of the woman and shoved his little dick into her mouth. She started sucking on it wildly, though likely she?d never done that before, and soon it began to emerge from under his paunch. As soon as the boys saw it, they dragged him back around behind her big buttocks, spread them out, and pushed his dick into her cunthole. She grunted at the pressure, as she was completely dry, but the dick was unobtrusive enough that it wasn?t very painful. They started slapping the businessman?s butt cheeks with the flat of a machete until he established a rhythm, and then he grasped her hips and began pumping away on his own. Her huge tits were swaying and bouncing down in front of her as he pounded into her from behind. His dick was clearly getting bigger and more willing now, so as one of the men wet his index finger and spit on the woman?s gnarled old anus, and then shoved his finger up her hole, the other one pulled the man?s dick out of her now gaping love tunnel, positioned it at her pooper, and tried to shove it in. She shrieked and clamped her ass shut as hard as she could, and her husband was unable even to work the head in, so one of the men went round to the front, gathered her hanging tittie bags in both hands and twisted them as hard as he could ? she bleated in shock and her shitter loosened momentarily, enough for her husband to jam his pathetic dick part way up her bowels, after which it wasn?t hard to work it all the way in, pump hard a few times, and blast a thin load up her shit pipe. The neighbors in the darkened houses around the suburban back lawns were able to watch the powerful CEO sodomizing his wife under the bright patio lights.

When the man had pulled out, they were stood up together, the woman snivelling in humiliation and trying to cover her snatch with her hands and the man terrified that, when the looting was finished, they would be slaughtered as so many other whites had been ? they waited five minutes like that, sweating and staring about, until the looters came out onto the patio. Then the four men grabbed the couple by their arms and ran them at full speed across the lawn and threw them into the swimming pool. The couple quickly paddled to the centre of the pool and stared up in fear, as the looters gathered up their bags and left by the front door.

At the airport, generators were powering floodlights playing over the front of the terminal building and keeping the air traffic controllers working without interruption, but the lack of power in the waiting lounges meant that during the night there were only the powerful lights coming through the front windows, and the plumbing had shut down. Youths were pacing around at the periphery of the lighted front of the airport, just out of the light, but because of the heavy military presence they made no attempt to bother anyone or impede access. There was still some food in the snack machines, which were being refilled from the storeroom throughout the night, and in the small express restaurant, so the waiting passengers weren?t going hungry, but the few restrooms had overflowed and were unusable.

Throughout the two or three days of waiting, the men who needed to piss or shit were being asked to go out to the bushes all along the front of the building, where they were more or less shielded by the foliage, but the women balked at that, squatting in front of the soldiers with searchlights playing across them, so teams of three men, facing outward, held up blankets in one of the corners of each of the three waiting lounges, so that women and girls in need could approach them where they sat, looking away and clutching a packet of kleenex, and the men would line up and unfurl the blankets so that they could squat in the corner and do what they needed to do. In every case, the other people sprawled on the seats and floor in the lounge would carefully look away and pretend that they couldn?t hear any embarrassing noises coming from behind the curtain, and in a few moments each woman would step out from behind the curtains and murmur ?thank you?, and the men would return to their seats near the growing pile of human waste in the corner.

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Days later, in the clean-up and aftermath, most of the white corpses were at least tentatively identified, and even some of the blacks were, too, but no estimate of the total casualty count was ever attempted by anyone. The staff of London-Bamiji Trading Company, three of whose corpses were identified, were never investigated further for their business operations, so the extent of their activities and of their individual complicity in them was never uncovered.

As a result of the city?s utter meltdown, all inessential international travel into the city stopped completely. Commentators around the world struggled to explain to their viewers and readers how such a living hell could have burst up out of the city with no warning or real cause or purpose. Most international companies suspended operations in Bamiji or closed up entirely, or they removed all their international personnel and relied upon a skeleton staff of a few local employees just to answer the mail. Tourism disappeared in both the city and the nearby National Game Park; eventually even the international airport cut back its operations and it became a purely regional stopover with vast unused facilities that couldn?t be maintained and were rapidly deteriorating. Most of the bigger hotels closed entirely or moved far down the scale of services and maintenance; commercial amenities like cinemas, clubs, and boutique shops tried to carry on at first but gradually disappeared. The legitimate economy of the city collapsed, and before long there was only squalor and petty crime. International economic assistance diminished steeply, but what remained of it became the only national lifeline to any kind of economy activity at all. The country of Bamiji was pretty much finished, at least for another few generations.