Part II
The truck had stopped on something like a central square surrounded by a bunch of Quonset huts not very different from the mission, except that the buildings were all considerably larger, apparently designed to house a lot of people. To the sides of the compound Lena saw a couple of towers, actually just raised platforms with roof over them. From what she could see each tower was occupied by men with rifles, they were apparently guard posts, apparently this was some kind of base for the KLA.
Before she could think longer on the situation, the doors of the driver cabin opened and she heard Ogombo’s voice commanding the driver “Mahele, get the girl of the back, I want to report to the Colonel.” The driver did as he was ordered and got onto the flat bed of the truck and tried to untie the rope holding her wrists up. But he had done a to good job in tightening them in the first place, and having her weight hanging on them for hours had further tightened the knots.
“Get moving, I don’t want to wait till next week, it’s hot you know?” Ogombo urged from the ground.
Mahele looked at the knots, with thoughtful eyes, and then unsheathed a large combat knife. The sight of this vicious looking blade made Lena’s blood run cold. The knife frightened her even more than the sight of the guns before. With a swift movement Mahele cut through the rope tying her wrists to the top rafter, without actually freeing her hands. Without the support of the rope holding her up Lena collapsed to the truck bed. Mahele didn’t concern himself with helping her up; she was lying close to the back of the truck, so he just lodged his boot under her slender body and gave her a powerful shove. This was enough to make her fall out of the truck and onto the dusty ground.
She landed hard, not being able to break her fall with her hands, when she looked up the next thing she saw were Ogombo’s dusty boots right next to her face. “Get on your feet!” he ordered sharply, still dazed form exhaustion and her fall she didn’t react right away. “Let me give you a hand.” With that Ogombo grabbed her by the hair and hauled her onto her feet, not caring the slightest for the pain he caused her. He then grabbed her by the arm and marched her to one of the smaller buildings with a door facing the square and two armed soldiers standing guard left and right of it.
Ogombo approached them and they came to attention. “Is Colonel Zambesi in his office?” he asked. “Yes Captain, you can go right in, he is waiting for you.” One of the guards replied and while both of them tried to maintain the rigid stance, Lena saw their wandering eyes and felt very small and almost naked under their glances.
Ogombo chose not to notice and pushed Lena through the door, the inside of the hut was clearly some kind of office, sparsely and utilitarian furnished, but with a large writing desk in the middle, made of some kind of dark polished wood, looking completely out of place in the austere surrounding. But if the desk seemed to be out of place, this was nothing to the sole occupant of the office. The man sitting behind the desk must have been one of the fattest human beings Lena had ever laid eyes on. He wore a camouflage uniform similar to Ogombo and his men, but his uniform wasn’t hanging loosely over a muscular frame like Ogomobo’s, but sat rather tight over his large belly. Ogmobo came to attention through a sharp salute and spoke “Colonel Zambesi, Captain Ogombo reporting back from medical resupply mission, everything went as planned and we got the whole stash of medical supplies, as well as bandages and dressings from the mission hospital. And we found this young woman there, she said she was there for a missionary position, and I thought we could provide that here too.”
Zambesi returned the salute far less crisply than Ogombo’s and answered with a smile on his big round face “Well done Captain, I congratulate you on your initiative.”
He got up from his chair and walked around the desk, stopping before Lena and Ogombo. With his big, beefy hand he grabbed her chin and moved it left and right, looking her into the face taking in the pale skin, the rich blonde locks, and the beautiful china blue eyes. He liked what he saw, he had seen white woman before of course, but one with such a beautiful pale skin was something different than the whores he had before.
Lena hadn’t been long enough in Africa yet to lose that natural light skin of hers. But even more than the exotic look of a white face in his dark hands, was the fear in those blue eyes. That was something he was used to see, but it still gave him pleasure to see people being afraid of him. The feeling of power was almost sexual to him. He let her chin go, and his hands dropped to her chest, grabbing her right breast without any warning and squeezed hard. Lena shrieked, more in surprise than pain, but Zambesi grinned and said almost casually “You brought us a lively one her Ogombo, is she loud when she gets fucked?”
“I don’t know sir. We hadn’t had the time since we picked her up this morning; your orders were to return immediately.” Ogombo replied.
Lena couldn’t believe her ears, here were to black man discussing her being raped as if she wasn’t even in the room. She opened her mouth to protest, but Zambesi squeezed her breast again and ordered “Keep your mouth shut Blondie, if I want it open I will tell you, and believe me it’s not going to hear you talking. In this camp my word is law, and I’m god as far as you are concerned” While Lena didn’t care for the blasphemy, she had been on a mission trip, she was also afraid enough not to doubt him, so her jaws snapped shut again.
“That’s better.” Zambesi observed “Captain Ogombo, I admire your sense of duty, she doesn’t have much for tits, but what she got is nice and firm. Please escort her to our special guest quarter, and make sure she isn’t touched by the men. I want all men assembled at 18:00 on the parade ground. I will issue further orders then. Dismissed!” Ogombo saluted again, grabbed Lena’s arm and maneuvered her out of the office.
Lena was relieved to be out of the disgusting man’s presence. But she didn’t care much for the outlook on her immediate future, based on what she had heard from Zambesi. Ogombo lead her to the center of the square. There were four wooden pillars with a metal sheet nailed on it as roof. In the center of the construction was a fifth pole sunk into the ground.
Ogombo made her stop next to the pole, bend down and grabbed something from the floor, Lena couldn’t see what it was since he stood behind her. The next thing she felt was something stiff being placed around her throat. He tightened the leather collar until she could just barely breathe. He then fastened a length of chain to it with a padlock. The other end of the chain was fixed to the center pole. Lena could stand comfortably, she would even be able to walk about one step in any direction, but after that chain became tight and wouldn’t allow her any further. She held up her bound wrists and asked “Could you please take this off,….please?”
The officer shrugged his shoulders drew his own knife and cut through her bonds “It’s not as if you could do a lot harm with your hands free, at least this way you can drop your own pants when you have to relieve yourself. I wouldn’t care too much for my men’s discipline if one of them had to do the job for you.”
The thought was equally disturbing to her, so far she hadn’t had thought about those needs, those men had grabbed her before breakfast and she hadn’t had either food or drink all day. Now she looked around and looked for some kind of toilet however primitive, but there wasn’t anything, not even a bucket. Her confusion must have been obvious since Ogombo said “If you cooperate there will be a pail for you, if not, well there is plenty of space out here, and I don’t need to lie down here.”
While the implication sank in, another realization became clear to Lena, chained to the post in the middle of the square, without any walls on this hut, whatever she did would be in full view of whoever cared to watch. Well she didn’t feel any need to relieve herself now, and she was sure she could hold in for a long time, especially considering her lack of food and drink. “Well I leave, and let you make yourself at home. I’ll see you this evening at the assembly.” He waved two soldiers over to him and instructed them in some African dialect Lena didn’t understand and left. The two soldiers leaned against the outer pillars and openly leered at her, but neither of them made any attempt to touch her. Lena remembered Zambezi’s words to that topic, that musty have been the orders relayed by Ogombo. So both of the men resorted to undress her with their eyes, one of them adjusted the seat of his crotch unashamedly. Lena sat down on the ground her back to the pole and drawing her knees towards her trying to hide as much of her body as she could.
The remaining hours of the day passed in silence. As the sun began to set, Lena heard the shout of orders rising, the doors to the larger building flew open and men streamed out onto the parade ground. There they formed blocks in orderly lines facing the center of the square. Another sharp command and all of them came to attention. Ogombo and Zambesi marched to the center of the square, with Zambesi leading the way. They stopped next to Lena’s hut, turned and faced the assembled men. Zambesi said with a loud voice, Lena would have believed him capable of “Company at ease!” the assembled men obeyed.
“Men” he continued “Captain Ogombo and two of his men Sergeant Peroni and Solider Mahele, returned today form a crucial mission resolving our latest shortage on medical supplies. Not only did they return with enough supplies to last us 3 months, but they also found this woman here.” With that he pointed completely unnecessarily towards Lena, she was more than certain that not a single of these men had missed her presence in the center of the square.
Zambesi continued “Men I know you have been all long gone from home, and haven’t had the pleasure of being with a woman for a long time. But let me tell you now, do not touch her without express authorization. We will need to use her sparingly or she dies in the first night, and we all lose. We also don’t know if she is safe, those white bitches could have all kind of diseases. We just can’t expose you to his kind of risk. As responsible officers Captain Ogombo and I will check her and if she comes out clean we will arrange for a proper duty roster.”
Lena cried out “No, Please no” those men didn’t only plan to rape her but to subjugate her to a systematic gang rape and there wasn’t anything she could do to prevent it. Zambesi barked “Shut up bitch'.
He then turned to his men, it’s getting dark I want some illumination here. Sergeant Peroni detail some men to make a nice fire right here next to the detention hut. Get also some men to bring one of the tables from the lecture room.”
Peroni snapped to attention and replied “Yes sir.” He then continued in a stream of African dialect, at which 2 groups of men ran off in different directions. Shortly thereafter one of the groups returned with plenty of kindling and firewood which they built up next to the hut with Lena in. While they worked in building and lighting the fire, the second group returned with a sturdy but narrow table. At Zambesi’s order they placed it inside the hut between the fire and Lena.
Zambesi turned towards Lena and ordered “It’s time to get to business, lose those clothes.” Lena only stared at him; she certainly wasn’t going to participate in her rape by doing anything, to aid their goals. She wouldn’t be able to fend them off, but she hadn’t to obey such demands either. “I said strip” Zambesi barked. Still no reaction, Lena stared defiantly at the fat Colonel. Zambesi looked away first, but Lena’s feeling of triumph was short.
“Sergeant Peroni, I need three volunteers to undress that bitch.” The Sergeant turned around and looked at the ranks ordering “Volunteers one step forward.” He wasn’t surprised at all that every single man had stepped forward. “Well that’s the spirit boys!” he shouted “Well let me chose, Mahele and Terbuti come forward” As the selected men stepped forward somebody shouted from the ranks “that’s only two the Colonel asked for three.”
Peroni turned in the rough direction of the questioner “I can’t ask you men to do something I wasn’t willing to do myself, that wouldn’t be right.” And with that he joined the 2 other men. And reported to Zambesi “Colonel Zambesi, three volunteers as requested.” “Good man” the fat Colonel replied “get over to that white slut and get her out of those clothes. But leave her any underwear she is wearing, and Sergeant there is no reason to be too gentle.”
The three men stepped into the detention hut, Lena tried to avoid them by stepping back, but the chain around her neck made her flight painfully short. Then things happened incredibly quick, and Lena later came to the opinion that these three men hadn’t been set the first time to such a task. The two soldiers stepped to her side and each of them grabbed an arm. When Peroni stepped towards her she tried to kick him in the balls, but the big man easily avoided her, and the two soldiers holding her arms, each placed a foot on her own feet, effectively immobilizing her. Peroni grabbed the side of her dirty uniform blouse and sharply ripped it downwards making it rip along the seams. Next he grabbed inside the collar of her t shirt, and yanked it downwards to, and while the collar stretched quite a bit, giving him a good look at her breasts, the elastic material didn’t snap as easily. The sergeant wasn’t troubled by this, his hand went to his belt and he produced his combat knife. He held it close to Lena’s face, enjoying the fear in her eyes as she looked at the sharp blade he had spent many hours honing to scalpel sharpness.
“Hold very still little girl” he said and placed the tip at the taut fabric between her breasts. With the slightest bit of pressure the blade sliced the fabric apart and as he moved it downward the fabric parted to reveal a powder blue practical bra and the uncovered parts of her breasts, and a flat tight stomach, with no gram unnecessary fat. Two more quick cuts along the shoulders and the whole garment fell to the floor, ruined forever. Peroni admired his handiwork; no accidental cut no unnecessary movement.
He then continued to the shorts, and with a sudden motion his hand darted between her legs, grabbing the crotch of her shorts, so far he hadn’t had really touched her, but this time he had made absolutely sure to put his hands on her sex. And Lena was certain that that wasn’t an accident either, and as if to confirm her suspicion, his hand wormed itself up her pant leg and the big man’s finger brushed against the panty clad folds of her pussy. The touch both frightened her and sent at the same time something like an electric spark through her whole body. Peroni adjusted his grip and began to cut the crotch of the shorts open revealing to him the matching powder blue panties. One more cut and also the shorts were lying on the floor. Lena stood now almost naked except for her underwear in a camp full of black men who hadn’t seen a woman for a long time, now it was time to become really scared.
Zambesi stepped closer and motioned Ogombo to follow. “Good job Sergeant. I’d appreciate if your men could keep her in that position a bit longer.” He then turned to Ogombo “We have a little bit of a dilemma on our hands here Captain. You found her and took her prisoner, so by all rights she should be yours to take first, and if you had done so on the way, things would be easier now. On the other hand I’m the commanding officer here so this would be my prerogative. “
“What do you propose?” asked Ogombo
“Let’s settle this like Gentlemen” Zambesi grinned “And as we all know the best Gentlemen are British, and if there is one thing the British like it’s to place wagers. It is our duty to inspect this slut, so why don’t we take some guesses on what we find; the officer with most correct guesses will get first dibs.”
“That sounds perfectly acceptable to me” Ogombo answered “Sergeant please keep the score.”
“Wonderful, let’s get started with her tits, I’d say 34C with big dark areolae, what do you think?” offered Zambesi.
“I give you 34 but those look more like B than C cups, so I’d say 34B and with those light skinned girls I’m sure it’s pink and small.”
Lena turned red in the face for humiliation, those men talked about her like a piece of meat. But Sergeant Peroni got the cue from his superiors and as soon as they had settled on their guesses, he stepped towards her and cut the clasp between the cups apart, revealing the firm milky white breasts with their pink nipples stiffening in the cooling night air. “Let’s see” he said grabbing for the bra and inspecting the label “That’s 34C, but pink nipples and aureoles. As for the size the look average to me, so I wouldn’t dare to say if they are large or small. I’d say the Colonel and Captain are tied”.
Lena’s face flushed even darker crimson, and she wished she could cover herself up, but the two soldiers holding her arms apart were a very effective deterrent to that notion.
“Isn’t she blushing nicely” Zambesi asked “even those tits are beginning to turn rose. Let’s not waste any more time, if the Sergeant can’t identify big areolae I can’t help him, those look perfectly large to me. But that is water under the bridge, let’s get on with it. Even a blind man can see that this one is a natural blond so I take it the carpet will match the curtains, and since you grabbed the slut at the mission she will have a full bush down there, most likely a virgin. Your guess Captain”
“Oh I don’t know Colonel, I think she is shaved bare, just to have a good tie breaker. She looks like she has been fucked before, but that will be easy enough to check. Sergeant please get rid of those panties for us”.
“My pleasure, sir” the sergeant replied, and with one swift motion he ripped the panties off.
Lena felt very nude, and very vulnerable, the lush blonde bush she had sported ever since puberty wasn’t there any longer to protect her modesty. A female missionary worker had taken all the girls to the side and very tactfully suggested that they might want to remove all body hair, before leaving to countries with limited sanitary conditions. It hadn’t been easy, but ultimately Lena had seen this as good advice, now she wasn’t so sure any longer. With her pubic hair gone, the men around her had a good view on her pussy with the inner lips slightly protruding.
“Ok that settles the muff question. Sergeant tie her onto that table, each limb to a leg and her face towards the fire and the troops. And try not to crush those titties of hers.” Zambesi said in a menacing tone.
The Sergeant complied in his brisk efficient manner, the two soldiers holding Lena pressed her forward and onto the table, shoving her forward until her breasts were just hanging over the side of the table. Peroni then tied her hands to opposite table legs holding her in place. He continued with her legs, and after a bit of struggle he managed to tie her legs to the table as well. The result wasn’t only that Lena was completely immobilized and helpless, but her legs were splayed so far apart that the folds of her sex were more than slightly spread, they gaped open almost like a wound. And she had no illusions at all what would happen next.
Seeing the young Swede like that had a strong effect on both officers and Ogombo asked “Do you wish the honor to check for a hymen, sir?”
“I certainly want to” Zambesi answered. And with that he stepped behind the bound girl, placed his index finger at the opening of her pussy and pressed forward. Lena screamed in pain, she was no virgin, she wasn’t a stranger to sex at all, but being penetrated by this fat bastards finger hurt, especially since her pussy was completely dry. None of the events this evening had been suited to arouse her.
“No, she is a slut alright, no virgin, I think you won Captain.” He admitted “Oh Sergeant would you please gather all her clothes and throw them in the fire, she doesn’t need them anymore.”
With that he stepped away and left the field to Captain Ogombo. Peroni did as he was told and collected Lena’s discarded clothes. One by one he threw them into the flames. Mahele in a spur of inspiration had grabbed her hair and pulled it back, making sure she watched her remaining worldly possessions being consumed by the flames.
“Well then let’s continue with the in depth inspection, shall we?” she heard Ogombo’s deep voice. She also heard the sound of a zipper coming down as he stepped behind her. She couldn’t see what he was doing, but she had a shrewd idea, as he rammed into her unprotected pussy she wondered for a moment, “What does he have there, a baseball bat?”
To be continued.
