Julia lay on the wet shower floor. She was in the nude, utterly exhausted with a super-sore pussy. She felt all those male gazes that kept violating her youthful beauty; gazes from Ugandans who already knew what it feels like inside her. It was both revolting and arousing.
She took refuge in her Harry Potter fantasy. Once again, she imagined she was pink-haired Tonks and lay Eve-naked in the forest, her pale charms polluted with drying cum from an entire night of gang-raping; she lay amid the ugly-looking henchmen with Voldemort and Malefoy smiling down on her and looking somehow sad that their cocks were now too spend to enjoy her some more and fill her up again, but they both did, twice each.
Role-playing as Tonks made Julia feel unbelievably sexy… to think she had her legs, her feet, her perky boobs and her “mature in your twenties” curves of womanly splendour! No wonder those ugly henchmen were all gaze-devouring her beauty! No wonder the evil sorcerer and 18-year-old Malefoy all screamed out loud against the forest’s canopy earlier, in the heat of that wild night of rape, when they filled her up as they held her pinned against that venerable oak…
They did give Tonks climaxes. Several. Now she lay. Naked. Exhausted. Beautiful and contemplated by ugly henchmen, who just couldn’t believe what they saw; her legs and feet were gorgeous and so incredibly feminine! The rapes were going to start again any minutes, or at least they were going to masturbate above her and give her a nice warm coat of cum.
In Julia’s mind, Bellatrix was there, mocking Tonks and driving her mad with rage by calling her Nymphadora all the time.
“Why don’t you come here and lick my ass! You’ve been just watching and enjoying the show all night long. Come and lick my ass, Bellatrix Lestrange!”
Julia heard many men laughing. She thought it was Voldemort’s bunch of werewolves/henchmen, but she suddenly realized she was in that prison in Kampala, and this was a pack of Ugandan guards laughing their heads out as they heard her. She had spoken those words aloud!
“Hey, you with the black hair! You the Arab girl! Go and lick her ass!”
“I am NOT an Arab!” Audrey snarled at Sergeant Asiimwe, using the same tone as Tonks telling Mad-Eye not to ever call her Nymphadora.
“Well, whatever, just go and lick that girl’s ass like she asked you to!” Mawejje said, pointing at Julia as he gave the command to Audrey.
“I hate you!” Audrey snapped at Julia as she reluctantly approached her.
The showers erupted with cheers and catcalls from the guards and policemen, about ten of them, who were still there and enjoying the show.
“Too bad Namulondo isn’t there to see this!”
“Well, he’s back on duty, back to his dull guard duty at the front door. As if something was going to happen at 4 a.m.!”
The men had fetched themselves some banana beer. They were just chilling and watching the girls.
“I hate you!” Audrey repeated as she crawled close to Julia. “I bloody hate you! Why did you have to speak? Why?”
“I’m… I’m sorry, Bellatrix… I was just lost in some fant…”
“Don’t call me that, you silly!”
“And you, DON’T call me Nymphadora!”
“What?!” Audrey gasped as Julia…
Julia punched her!
Julia was all over Audrey. She easily overpowered her, taking her by surprise and letting her punches go. A film of blood appeared at the corner of Audrey’s mouth.
“Julia?! STOP! STOP! I’m hurt!!”
“Don’t call me Nymphadora! Bitch!”
The room resonated with the men’s cheers as Julia ended up straddling Audrey and giving her a rain of punches that landed on her face, on her chest, giving her blood and bruises. Julia had lost her mind! She was crying with a mix of rage and sorrow, believing she was Tonks beating up Bellatrix and messing up her raven hair.
The men cheered and applauded.
“Girl fight! Girl fight!”
Someone was on her back and collared her. It was a small person, but those small arms had some wicked strength. That person tightened the hold on Julia’s neck and made it hard for her to breathe.
Julia wondered who it was. Some dwarf who wanted to rape Tonks again?!
“Let go of her! Let go of her! Are you crazy?!”
It was Samantha.
“I… I’m sor,ry, Sam,my, but, plz, release, your, hold! I, cn’t, brth!”
Amid loud, deafening cheers from the men, Sammy eased her hold on Julia, who seemed to calm down, finally.
Audrey curled herself into a ball of foetal-position beauty and cried all the tears she had left.
“Mama! I miss your kebabs! I wanna go home! Aaa-aaa-aaaahhhh…”
Julia just sat there and tears started to roll down her cheeks as she realized how nuts she had been driven by all this. To the point of thinking she was someone else and confusing her dear friend Audrey for someone else.
Sammy was shocked at what she just did. She had no idea she could be so strong, and she had almost choked her dear friend Julia, but she was defending Audrey!
“I’m so sorry, Audrey! I’m so sorry!” Julia cried out.
“Well, girl, if you’re so sorry, why don’t you take her in your arms and kiss her?” Mawejje suggested.
Sammy was already near Audrey, beating Julia to it.
She kissed Audrey with fiery passion!
“Audrey… I… I love you!” Sammy blurted out as she repeatedly kissed Audrey and licked the salty tears off her pale olive cheeks, licking the blood away from her mouth too. Oh, she was so beautiful! Oh, sweet Audrey!
“W, what are you doing?! Stop this! Sammy! Stop! I’m not that kind of girl! I like cocks!”
“Wou-hou-hou-hou-hou! Did you hear her speak?” Corporal Happy Jack bellowed. “She likes cocks!”
“Too bad for you we’re all too spent, Milady, but that’s your fault. You should be sorry you’re so young and lovely. Now we can’t give you what you’re after! So you’ll make yourself some fun together and we’ll watch you, drink beer and smoke some Cuban cigars!” Mawejje stated in a tone that wasn’t to be spoken against.
“This is shameful! Those girls are barely legal! I’ll call the embassy and you’ll all go to jail!”
Rachel had been lying there, used and naked and forgotten. She had gathered enough strength to speak up against the immorality of what she was witnessing. She was to quickly learn she had missed an opportunity to stay silent.
Mawejje looked very much annoyed. He looked at Rachel and also spotted Frank, who was still naked and looking intensely at the naked girls.
“Why is that bitch still there? Two men… You and you, grab those two and throw them in a cell! Don’t worry! When you get back, those white girls here will have to lick your cocks or accept your hot kissing everywhere on them! Now go! I’ve seen enough of that journalist bitch!”
The two designated guards went and grabbed both Rachel and Frank.
“But… But… You said you’d release me if I… You promised…” Frank blurted out.
“I can’t release any prisoner before 7 a.m.!” Mawejje stated. “But in the meantime, I’ll put you with that bitch in the same cell and you will do whatever you want with her! All right! Take them away!”
“No! No! No! You can’t do this! I’m a journalist! I’ll call the embassy! Take your paws off me! I’m Rachel Thompson! Frank! Stay away from me! Frank?!”
“I wanna stay here! Let me stay! Let me stay!” Frank begged, looking at the naked girls, looking at Sammy kissing the raven-haired one and wishing he had a threesome with them.
The guards ignored their protests. Grinning, they swiftly took them away, the naked white cameraman with the naked white news reporter. Rachel was dragged while Frank was punched, shoved and kicked all the way. The guards knew Frank would find good uses for Rachel in that cell; that stuck-up bitch still needed some more humbling.
Mawejje felt a profound sense of calm and relief once the pair was gone. He lighted himself a cigar and ordered Sammy to keep kissing Audrey.
Julia looked at Mawejje and understood without a word. She crawled close to Audrey and began to caress and kiss her legs. Her hand fell on Audrey’s ankle and she found the contact both weird and uncomfortable and sexy at the same time.
Sammy kept on kissing Audrey and caressing her cheeks as she kept protesting, while Julia started gently kissing Audrey’s lower legs, ankles and feet.
“Go higher! Kiss her ass! Kiss her ass!” Mawejje ordered.
“Wou-hou-hou-hou-hou! Girly girly show! Wou-hou-hou-hou-hou…” Corporal Happy Jack shouted.
Julia did was she was asked to. She restrained Audrey’s protesting legs and moved herself higher on her silky-soft thighs. She felt a bit jealous; perhaps eating kebabs and garlic was good for the skin. Audrey had such incredibly gorgeous legs!
Julia was getting aroused. She started kissing Audrey’s hips and before she knew it, she was landing kisses on the softness of her butt!
“Go to her plate and rim her! Get your tongue inside her asshole or else!”
All of a sudden, she was once again Tonks! Bellatrix had been ordered to strip herself naked by Voldemort. After some protesting, the raven-haired sorceress had complied and she secretly enjoyed to disrobe in front of Malefoy, for she very much liked the blonde lad. He was so handsome! So young too! Now that Malefoy was eighteen…
Julia as Tonks was now in the act of kissing the wonderful derriere of Audrey acting as Bellatrix! It was so hot! Too bad they weren’t doing this safe in UK and had to do this in some seedy prison in Kampala… But no, they were deep in an ancient forest of Northern England… Julia imagined Audrey’s half-olive buns to be just as milky-white as Bellatrix must be.
“Get your tongue inside her ass!” bellowed a loud voice.
Julia as Tonks complied. She moved her face, between and down her buttcheeks, right to the rosebud of her partner. She braced for the shitty taste! And plunged her tongue into the unknown, but in her state of deep arousal, it wasn’t that bad, and now, she was Tonks in the act of rimming her tongue around the asshole of Bellatrix Lestrange, who kept protesting, but didn’t dare disobey Voldemort and saw how much Malefoy was watching and enjoying.
Julia’s tongue twirled around Audrey’s anus, gathering tiny flecks of shit and causing Audrey to moan inside Sammy’s kissing while Mawejje and his men greatly enjoyed watching the threesome in action.
Who was that other girl who kept kissing Bellatrix? She kept kissing her as if her life depended on how passionate she was! Julia was so confused!
Sammy?!
“Oh, Audrey! Audrey! I’ve always wanted you!” Sammy whispered as she kissed Audrey on and on…
Audrey hated this! And Julia… She was… rimming her?! Rimming?! Audrey wished she was still amid those men and getting gang-raped! Anything but this! Yet her body forced her to moan like a cheap slut.
“Will you please get off me?” Audrey barked.
But Sammy and Julia together were too strong for her. Sammy restrained her arms and kept kissing her; she began to lick her face!
Julia kept rimming Audrey with her tongue, and she now also fingered her; that finger inside her pussy seemed to grow into a magic wand that forced Audrey to moan and start picturing herself as a Turkish girl being gang-raped by a mob of Greek men after a soccer match in a stadium had got out of control with fans vs. fans violence erupting everywhere and some Turkish girls now regretting to have come all the way to Thessalonica.
Audrey moaned, moaned and moaned. Some Greek girl was forcing kisses on her. Men were brutally and urgently ripping her Istanbul clothes off and telling her how they were going to rape her good, long and hard!
“Aahhh yes! Yes! I’m Turkish like black coffee in Istanbul! Aaaaaahh aaaaaa… aaaaaahh, no please! Aaaahhh! I’m raped by… Aaaahhh! Twenty, thirty angry Greek men! Aaaahhh… Aaaaaah aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhh… Aallaaahhhh!”
Audrey had lost it, speaking in Turkish, her words only known to herself while Julia kept thinking she was Tonks rimming and fingering Bellatrix while Malefoy was watching this and masturbated. Julia alias Tonks knew that shortly after, she was going to witness Malefoy copulating with Bellatrix and she hoped he was going to take her doggystyle on all fours! And give it to her real rough!
Sammy presently went lower down and started to suck Audrey’s tits, very gently and girly… Mawejje was smoking his second cigar. The men were all silent and enjoying the show while the room echoed with Audrey’s gone-wild moaning.
Julia, now feeling that taste of shit on her tongue, nonetheless kept fingering her, hitting that special place that amplified that loud moaning from Audrey, who was now picturing herself naked in that rioting stadium, spread-eagled amid Greek men who restrained all of her limbs while a tall man with a pitch-black moustache was deep inside her and telling her he had always wanted to fuck a Turkish girl like her.
Greek hands violating her tits! Audrey felt Sammy’s tongue on her nipples; she imagined it was men doing this! She lay on her side, legs sexy and half folded, her weight resting on her elbow with Sammy in front at her tits and Julia behind.
Audrey shivered from head to toe as a wild tsunami of fire rolled and thundered inside her, and she detonated in a loud series of high-pitched moans! Mawejje and his dirty dozen applauded and cheered.
Julia as Tonks felt her squirting juices on her index and middle fingers and was deeply satisfied to force Bellatrix to orgasm in front of Malefoy.
Sammy felt happy! Audrey loved to have her nipples sucked when it was her!
Mawejje laughed along with Inspector Bazil and their men. Too bad they were all way too tired to give those girls the cocks they were really longing for.
Mawejje went to his discarded uniform, found his gun belt and retrieved his pistol. He discretely made sure the pistol was unloaded and the safety was on, then he walked back at Julia and presented her his 9 mm Sig Sauer.
“Here’s a nice reward for you, Milady!” he told Julia, whose eyes rounded and filled with terror as she saw the pistol.
“You put your sweet lips around that toy and you suck! And we’ll watch you! NOW! DO IT!”
Trembling, Julia got up on her knees and fought the pain from the hard concrete floor. She kissed the tip of the offered barrel and engulfed it in her mouth, terrified that a shot would go off any second.
Yet she sucked and sucked on, covering the cold black steel with her slobber as she thought she was pink-haired Tonks in the act of licking Voldemort’s 13-inch wand while Malefoy was shagging Bellatrix from behind and she was really enjoying it. The oak trunks resonated with her moans while the henchmen watched the pale light of her buttocks repeatedly striking Malefoy as he held her waist and gave it her hard.
Julia was lost in a world of her own as she sucked Mawejje’s pistol while Audrey and Sammy both watched with horrified disbelief while all the men cheered and catcalled.
***
Sergeant Namulondo walked in the showers at that point.
“Sergeant Namulondo! What are you doing here? Didn’t I tell you to remain at your station?”
“I’m sorry, Sir! Very sorry to disturb you,” Namulondo replied while looking sideways at Julia on her knees as she kept sucking the black pistol, “but the President is here with a group of Generals!”
“Come again?!”
Sergeant Namulondo confirmed the news… The President of the Republic was right here, right now. He was on his way! Right in this prison!
Mawejje turned ghastly pale! With his pistol covered with girly slobber. He was still naked, like most of his men.
“There isn’t a moment to lose! Quick! We must get dressed again! Take those girls away! Give them some clothes! Quick! Quick!”
But it was too late.
The President himself presently walked into the showers! The head of the Ugandan government was wearing his General’s uniform. Several Generals followed him. The President was an eight-ball bald man in his mid-seventies who wore a very light moustache of silver hair; the Generals were all in their fifties and sixties.
They found a group of very embarrassed prison guards in the act of scrambling back into their uniforms!
Assistant Superintendant Mawejje and Inspector Bazil gave their President a comical salute as they were still only half-dressed; Mawejje was still barefoot. They looked like two mock officers in one of those old Benny Hill shows, an African version of it.
The President looked at his subordinates, then looked at the naked girls and laughed.
“Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! This is exactly like I said it would be!” he told his Generals, each of whom laughed along with him. Now that the President was laughing, it was OK to laugh.
Those old men in uniform grew a lot more interested in the white girls than anything else.
“Assistant Superintendent! We come to fetch those girls and fly them back home to their loved ones. The British embassy just called us!”
“Well, uh, yes, President Sir! As you see, we were, uh, yeah, we were cleaning them and just about to give them some fresh new clothes!”
“I see!”
Mawejje knew this was the end of his career. He could already picture himself handcuffed in his own house while watching governmental troops gang-raping his wife and his nineteen-year-old daughter in front of him.
“That will be all, Assistant Superintendent! You and whatever rabble acting as guards in this so-called prison, go to your quarters and get some rest! We’ll take it over from here!”
Like in a dream, Julia, Sammy and Audrey were kindly escorted after those Generals took off their own uniform jackets to cover their girl’s modesty. They were all so kind!
Some sharp-looking soldiers were with them. They gave Julia and her friends some nice clothes that surprisingly fit them perfectly.
They were then taken to an imposing building.
Inside, the girls were taken to a vast office, high ceiling, with its walls lined with books. There were also paintings rich in colours were reds and oranges dominated. Julia was especially struck by an old-looking travel wall representing some neighbourhood in Kampala.
At the end of that high-ceilinged room stood a massive desk, between two nine-feet-tall palm trees that were grown in huge pots. There were two leather couches as well; those couches looked like heaven to the bruised and exhausted girls.
The Generals helped the UK girls to walk and onto those couches that felt like a paradise of soft cushions for their weary butts. Julia liked her new clothes—a neat tee-shirt with new Bermudas, yet no shoes. She felt many gazes on her bare feet, especially from the President. This wasn’t right!
Julia then noticed that the President and the Generals were all staring at her, and most gazes insisted on their bare feet and their mostly uncovered legs. Clearly, something was off!
Sammy was falling asleep on Audrey’s shoulder. Both were wearing similar new clothes.
“They look lovely together, don’t they?” the President told a General. Both old men were grinning. A massive chandelier was bathing the President’s shiny bald head with its fancy lights.
“We… We would like to get some sleep before… before taking the plane…” Julia blurted out as tears welled in her eyes. This place and those men weren’t all right! Not at all! All her senses were alerted, but oh, she felt so unbelievably tired!
“Yes, of course, Milady, but first, we would love to offer you some champagne and some caviar, and if any of you is hungry for more, we can give you some authentic meat for your British appetite!”
The President grinned while speaking. Julia knew what was up, but her body refused to leave the comfort of the couch.
“Well?! What are you waiting for?” he told his Generals. “Didn’t I tell you that caviar was the code word? Those girls belong to us! They’re free!”
“Yes, young lady! You’re free!” snarled a tall and large General as he grabbed Julia and forcibly kissed her while putting a hand on her butt!
Sammy and Audrey were grabbed as well.
“Please, Sir! Noo! Noo!” Julia pleaded and feebly tried to fight off the old man.
“Noo! Stop this! I wanna go home!” Sammy cried out to the pair of Generals who were carrying her to the desk.
“I wanna my mother! I wanna eat kebabs!” Audrey cried out as Generals laid her down on the couch and urgently ripped her new tee-shirt off her tits that were soon in full moving display with her medium-brown nipples and neat areolas acting as dancing beacons for their lust.
“Oh, yeah! This is going to be good!” One salivating old man told another salivating old man.
“Naaaooo! Naaaooo! Naaaaaaoooo! You’ve no right!!! Negroes!” Julia cried out as she vainly tried to fight the grinning Generals off her. The President had joined the two Generals, one of whom violently pulled her Bermudas off her hips and down her legs! And she wore no panties. She now understood why they didn’t give her any…
Soon enough, she felt a finger inside her.
“Ahhh! She feels fresh and good! She’s been used a lot, but she’ll do fine for tonight!”
This was the President speaking. She was being fingered by the President of Uganda!
“Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Yes, girl! This will be a nice addition to your résumé, but stop calling me Sir. You can call me Yoweri! Now, you two, hold her down on her knees while I show our young lady the toy I have for her!”
Julia, in great alarm, tried to muster her exhausted strength, but her legs were like putty. The pair of Generals pulled her hair, mocked her and easily wrestled her down on her knees while the President unzipped his trousers and let out a surprisingly long and large government stick, all of it dark brown and veiny with a ball of purple circumcised rammer that seemed marked by fate to punch inside her.
“Noo, please! Not this again! Fly us back home, please, Sir!”
“I told you to call me Yoweri! Don’t make me angry!”
Julia, down on her knees with her arms restrained by grinning Generals, was powerless. She watched as Sammy got carried and shoved onto the massive desk, where two Generals rapidly ripped her fresh clothes off and soon had her naked in their arms as they ignored her protests; one of them brutally punched a finger inside her and Sammy shrieked her life out in pain, arching her back and showing her rapists the full splendour of her small tits.
“This girl with pig-tails is going to be a really special treat!” the senior General told the junior one as both men restrained Sammy’s legs and arms as she kept wriggling and writhing like an eel on that massive desk of acajou, paid for by the taxpayers.
On the couch, one General was pressing his old leathery face against Audrey’s tits, sucking them and sounding like a sick boar making gurgling sounds, while two other Generals were both worshipping her feet, licking them all over and covering them with kisses along with heated slobber. Audrey wasn’t putting much resistance. There was something so powerfully erotic, doubly erotic as she was being dominated by three black men who were older than her dad. She was wet! Yet horrified too. So confusing to get raped so many times! Who was she now? What was she? A whore.
Old Yoweri, the President, was right at Julia, who saw his Ugandan manhood from up close. She recoiled from it, but the Generals grabbed her hair and pulled her head back forward, where Yoweri slapped her face with his hardening cock! It felt so sickening! How long were they going to hold her here along with her friends? With terror, Julia realized this could be forever. She better be a good girl; this seemed the only possible way out of that jam.
The President got tired of face-slapping Julia with his cock. He gave a simple order…
“Now, you two, turn her around and place her on her hands and knees. I can’t wait to see what her butt looks like! It must be so white and soft and lovely!”
“You… You will regret this! You… You’ll go to jail!” Julia snarled angrily.
The two Generals laughed as they forced her down on all fours.
“Oh! Good Heavens!” Yoweri exclaimed as he saw the ungodly shape of Julia’s butt! His cock got painfully hard! He had no idea a girl could have such a perfect bottom! Juicy and gorgeous!
Like a madman, Yoweri got down on his knees and pushed his trousers all the way down, and he took his hard cock and strained it against her entrance! He had to have her now! NOW!
Her vagina suddenly gave way and caused Julia to yelp with pain and anger as the happy President started raping her doggystyle on the soft carpet while blissfully taking hold of her youthful waist. He loved to rape girls, especially white girls!
His grunts echoed throughout the vast room.
“And don’t worry, young Milady! This carpet is soft for your knees! Not like in the prison, eh!” Yoweri blurted out amid his panting and grunting as he started to sweat and took his rhythm inside her.
Yoweri raped Julia with the basest and most primitive grunting she had ever heard, and he kept at it, hard, rough, shaking her violently and giving her the full works of sensations that were now all too familiar to her, mostly pain with note of forced pleasure, until he finally twitched inside her and let out a long, low-pitched growl of pure satisfaction as he exploded and burst inside her with a massive load of heated relief! “HHHHHNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!”
Her butt… So gorgeous! So white!
The Generals had been restraining her shoulders and arms all that time. One of them, most likely the senior one, replaced Yoweri and knelt behind Julia, who soon felt him rushing inside her while the second General kept that same firm hold on her shoulders while giving her his swollen cock to look at from up close… nose-touching close. It was big and Ugandan.
Julia had no choice but to endure another round of forced sex.
“Welcome to the Presidential Palace, Milady! The champagne and caviar are on the way, but we must first get, uhhrr! Socially acquainted! Hrrr! Hrrr! Aaahh! Milady feels good! Milady loves Ugandan cocks! Ahhh! God!” the senior General uttered while fully enjoying that hot tightness around his old dick.
And the General raped her doggystyle like a complete madman, his mouth open with a free supply of frothing slobber dripping down on Julia’s priceless buttocks. He got lost in contemplation of her beauty as he abandoned himself to the savagery of his vile act, his hands gripping her hips and driving her again and again against him… her white butt against his frame… soft cushions of British delight!
The vast palace room resonated with grunting sounds of male victory and echoed with the high-pitched wails and cries and forced moans of female distress.
On the desk, Sammy was held by her arms with her pig-tail head bobbing between one grinning General’s arms while the senior one was on the other side; that one stood between her open legs and gave her deeply felt strokes of old man’s lust as he pounded her, holding nothing back.
Sammy was shaken like a doll on that acajou desktop.
On the couch, Audrey was now made to lie flat on her stomach, naked of course, and one General lay on top of her; he grunted in sickening sounds against her ear, letting his nostrils bath in the fragrance of her dark hair while he punched himself deep inside her while bouncing his lap on her juicy buttocks.
Audrey secretly enjoyed being so utterly dominated by the old man. It almost felt like being shagged by her grandpa, except that man had midnight-black skin.
The other General, his face medium brown, was waiting his turn while watching and masturbating.
Audrey saw him and suddenly realized that not all black men looked alike; she ought to know this given the number of cocks she had already seen and taken. She surrendered, overwhelmed and sweaty. She moaned loud and climaxed.
“This is how you rape a dirty white girl!” the General said, panting, as he kept pounding Audrey in that lazy doggystyle position. This was so much fun!
Sammy on the desk, Julia on all fours and Audrey flat on her stomach… They all were filled up by the old men who just couldn’t believe their luck. Some Colonel was going to be promoted next morning; he was the one who had informed the President about UK girls being detained in that prison.
Yoweri had immediately formed a plan in his mind. Now… as a result, he got his dick wet inside some tight British cunt! And he had a scapegoat just under the palm of his hand. He was going to enjoy this scot-free until he got tired of those girls!
“Aaah! Yes! Yes! Yes! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHRRRRRRR NNNNNNNNNNNGGGHHH!!!”
Audrey heard the General’s relief. Sickening!
Now that the senior General had taken his pleasure, the other General, an overweight bastard, heaved himself on top of her, and he used her the very same way, banging against her buttocks and bathing her in his sweat. He was now naked and imprisoning her under his old man’s flabby out-of-shape frame.
Audrey was weirdly missing Inspector Bazil and his hulking studs as she got vilely raped on that couch by that pig of a General, who kept pounding her for long minutes until he flowed her ears with the gross sounds of his relief!
The Presidential palace resonated with this. Orgies of all sorts happened in palaces since the dawn of civilization.
Julia was given a hot, long and juicy cigar to smoke later on. She knew it! She knew that that depraved old man was going to force his cock inside her mouth, and he held her jaw in a painful clutch that basically made it impossible for her to bite, not that she was stupid enough to try this!
She had her mouth full of Ugandan meat while the President face-raped her, grunting like a jungle baboon while the Generals masturbated above the lying figures of her friends.
The President exited Julia’s mouth and immensely enjoyed the priceless moment as he released a big load and coated her British face with his slime; her face seemed specially designed to take loads of cum. In the background, the grunting artillery spoke and all seven Generals enjoyed the bliss as they gave Sammy and Audrey a shower of Ugandan seed, while a bunch of palace guards eagerly waited for their turn.
TO BE CONTINUED.