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The shoulder fired missile rocketed upward toward the lumbering twin-engined airplane. Bright yellow flame and a blue-black streak of smoke showed the weapon flying straight and true. In less than five seconds the missile ripped into one of the airplane’s rear stabilizers blowing apart most of that wing’s surface. The explosive force of the strike was dissipated outward leaving the old passenger aircraft with only minor superficial damage. In actuality the loss of one half of the rear wing spelled trouble for the old craft. The two woman crew fought to keep the airplane flying level but very soon realized that was a wasted effort. Seeing an opening in the jungle canopy to her left the Captain winged over in that direction before leveling the wings. Like a wounded duck the ancient craft sprawled out in a shallow dive before lifting its nose only a few feet above the dense foliage below.
Just before impact the Captain, thirty-four year old Christy Johansen closed the fuel lines and killed the magnetos on both engines. Only the sound of the wind rushing past the wings and creaks and groans from the old body of the Douglas DC-3 could be heard before airplane hurtled into the jungle. The fuselage plunged straight into a narrow gap in the thick woodland. Both wings were torn off upon impact with trees on either side of the fuselage. The body of the airplane kept going after the wings were ripped off until it came to rest with its nose burrowed into the soft jungle floor. The old crafted shuttered as it stopped abruptly and then rolled slightly to one side. Inside the airframe the air was filled with smoke and dust but there was no fire at the crash site. Both torn-away wings carried most of the fuel which now burned faintly nearly one-quarter mile back in the dense jungle growth.
All of the passengers onboard the stricken airplane survived the crash. The small number of injuries was remarkably minor. One of the passengers, fifteen year old Angela Gonzales cracked bones in both ankles and twenty-nine year old Pamela McNeal broke two fingers and her wrist. Several of the passengers had suffered cuts and scrapes caused by flying glass and the pummeling they received during the crash landing. They were alive and as the shock wore off they all scrambled to escape the airplane.
Only the co-pilot, twenty-three year old Dina Sweeten, who was the airplane’s navigator, knew approximately where they were. The Captain of the craft, Christy could estimate their location based upon their time in the air and direction of travel but it would not matter. They were about to meet a worse fate than being lost in the jungle. They would soon be found in the jungle.
The twenty men in Raul’s hunting party raced through the jungle toward the crash site. Only three white men were with the group. Raul and two of his mercenaries, both ruthless killers, controlled the hunting party with iron discipline. With one exception, that was Kanga Iasi.
Kanga was a freak of nature. He was six foot seven inches tall and more than three-hundred pounds of pure muscle and hatred. Kanga would back down from Raul and didn’t openly defy the other two whites but he was given almost anything he demanded. When he was a boy his entire family had been massacred by Belgium soldiers including his mother and five sisters. They had died slowly and painfully while he watched their brutalization and rape. He vowed revenge and his association with Raul and his thugs gave him access to many white women. Today was going to be a good day for Kanga.
All of the women were out of the airplane when Raul’s party first saw the wreck site. Raul could not believe his eyes. Literally dozens of scantily clad, stranded women were ripe for the taking. Raul gathered the hunting party together and issued instructions. Half the men were to circle around behind the wrecked airplane and cut off the escape routes of girls who spooked and tried to flee into the surrounding jungle. The plan was to rush the survivors from all sides, to knock down any girls who tried to run. Then the men were to bind the girl’s wrists behind their backs and to hobble the captive’s ankles with long strips of leather. Once all of the prisoners were secured they would be roped together by their necks in a line so they could be marched to the prison compound some four miles to the east. The search of the aircraft for valuables would wait until the quarry was imprisoned. Raul would leave three of his most trusted guards at the wreck site to discourage looting of the aircraft until he had taken away the female spoils.
The attack plan worked well. The startled women were still in a state of shock and only six of them tried to escape the onslaught. Christy and the thirty-one year old senior stewardess Mary Smyth had just re-entered the wreckage when the attack began. Not aware of the men who had circled to the back side of the aircraft, the two women ran away for the frontal attack out the back of the craft. They had run only one hundred feet when Christy ran head-on into an attacker running toward the airplane from the opposite direction.
The pretty blonde haired Captain’s long locks trailed behind her as she ran. Her pale blue eyes were wide with concern; her lips had just parted to suck in gulp of air when she hit the large black man weighing nearly two hundred pounds. He was six feet tall, making him seven inches taller and eighty pounds heavier than was the fleeing woman. Carrying his rifle at high port, the attacker caught the blonde girl across the neck and shoulder with the weapon, stopping her in her tracks and knocking her onto her back.
The force of the blow and fall knocked the wind from her lungs. She lay on the jungle floor thrashing about wildly while trying to regain her breath. Her white uniform blouse was torn where the rifle stock struck her exposing a spreading red stain that oozed from the laceration across her neck and shoulder. Christy’s pale blue flight uniform shorts offered a superb view of her slender and wildly kicking legs. The man who had knocked her to the ground seized a thrashing ankle and twisted the injured woman onto her stomach. His knee came down on the women’s buttocks pinning her to the ground. Her hands and ankles were quickly tied and she was dragged to her feet while still struggling for breath. The battered woman was then slung over the attackers shoulder and carried back to where the other captured women were bound.
Mary made it several hundred feet farther into the jungle than had Christy. She had run between the approaching men when she heard her friend’s scream. Turing to look back, Mary’s brown eyes saw Christy’s attacker drop upon the stricken girl. Her long locks conspired with her tear filled eyes to partially blind her as she turned to sprint away into the darkening jungle. Her blurred vision caused Mary to brush against a number of tree trunks and low hanging branches as her flight to freedom continued. Parts of her clothing were torn away or shredded with each glancing collision. Mary determinedly staggered on for several hundred feet before she was knocked forward by an attacker who had overtaken her from behind. A powerful set of arms wrapped themselves around Mary’s buxom chest and trim waist. Both of her arms were pinned to her sides and the onrushing momentum of her adversary drove her head first into the jungle floor. The helpless women turned her face to the side at the last instant before she hit the ground suffering a bruised cheek and bloodied ear in the fall.
Her attacker was not much taller than was Mary who was five-foot-eight. He carried fifty more pounds on his heavier frame than did she at one-twenty-eight on her shapely body. Both Mary and the man found themselves with their arms pinned, but while her arms were imprisoned at her sides his arms were beneath Mary’s body. His hands felt their way inside her uniform blouse and then beneath her well-rounded bra. Rough fingers found and twisted the nipple of one plump breast causing Mary to squeal in pain. When she tried to twist away from the man he was able to release his arm from around her waist. He pulled a strip of leather from his pocket and quickly caught one of Mary’s wrists it the noose at its end. Using his superior strength and leverage the attacker twisted the captured wrist high up her back driving her upper body back into the ground.
The force of his action smashed Mary’s face into the ground bloodying her wailing lips. As the contorted brown eyed blonde managed to draw her knees up under her body her buttocks pointed skyward from her arching back. As Mary struggled to pull away from the assailant he released her throbbing breast and captured her free wrist twisting it to join the noosed wrist behind her back. Wrenching both wrists upward toward her neck the man nearly dislocated her shoulders as they creaked under the massive strain. The pain became so intense that momentarily Mary blacked out. As her body went limp both of her wrists were bound behind her back.
Content that his prey was subdued the man left her lying on the jungle floor and returned to where he had dropped his rifle. Mary returned to consciousness quickly and struggled to bring her knees back under her body. With some effort the pretty blonde woman managed to regain her feet. With a trickle of blood oozing from her damaged ear and smashed lips the thirty-one year old woman darted away into the jungle as the man was just retrieving his rifle several dozen yards away.
With both of her hands tied behind her back Mary would have normally been slowed in her escape but the abuse she had suffered at the hands of her attacker spurred her on to a courageous effort. She was driven to escape as she weaved her way through the dense jungle undergrowth soon losing sight of her assailant. She stumbled on for two or three minutes, not knowing where she was going when without warning a rifle butt was driven deep into her abdomen. Her assailant had anticipated her escape route and sprinting faster than she had been able to run, had circled around in front of the fleeing woman and laid in ambush. Stepping out from behind a tree he jabbed at the fleeing blonde with the butt of his freshly retrieved rifle. Mary’s flight was instantly stopped. She doubled over the rifle butt with the air forced from her lungs. With a whooshing gasp of pain the thirty-one year old woman fell to her knees.
The viciousness of the blow to her belly was matched by the attackers next rifle butt thrust which smashed squarely into Mary’s recently mauled breast. No sounds escaped her bloodied mouth but her darting and tear filled eyes make known the pain she was experiencing. With no breath in her body she could not even produce a whimper. The lacerated and smashed breast bled through her white blouse sending a red strain down the front of the garment. Mary toppled over backward, her knees doubled beneath her limp body.
This time the man made certain his victim was really unconscious by prodding her fallen body several times with the muzzle of his rifle. The limp woman did not respond to his moderate probing of her damaged breast or a sharp jab into he upturned groin. The man grabbed a handful of her long yellow hair and pulled her over onto her stomach. Quickly he hobbled her feet and then used the hobble to drag his prize back though the jungle to the airplane crash site.
Chapter 2
Light brown haired Christine Elsinore was uninjured during the crash landing and was soon searching the wreckage for her younger sister eighteen-year-old Lauren. Twenty-four-year old Christine who was just five-feet tall and weighed only one-hundred-eight pounds was the larger of the two sisters. Lauren had been struck by flying glass during the crash opening cuts that drained blood from her neck, shoulder, arm and one side of her torso. The tiny four-foot-eleven-inch strawberry blonde had been wearing a V necked tee shirt with the sleeves cut off and shortened to just below her small but perfectly shaped breasts. Below the waist she wore only her bikini bottom. Christine found Lauren where she had been thrown during the crash, wedged down in between two seats. The two girls struggled to escape the wreckage and once outside the airplane ran back toward the tail section of the fuselage. Whilst there, partially concealed beneath the rear stabilizer of the battered DC-3, Christine administered to Laurens wounds. The cuts were found to be superficial and most of the bleeding had stopped when Raul’s hunting party rushed the crash site.
Since most of the dazed women were near the front and to one side of the downed aircraft, Raul’s men concentrated their efforts in that area. During the ensuing struggle and confusion Christine and Lauren in their concealed location were overlooked and passed by. The two frightened girls waited until the attackers had their backs turned and were preoccupied with rounding up and tethering dozens of other female captives. When they saw their chance they crawled under the airplane’s tail section and staying low vanished into the surrounding jungle. Or so they thought as they scampered deeper in the foliage.
Raul had posted Kanga and the two white mercenaries to hang back from the attack and watch for just such escape attempts. The two whites moved to track the fleeing women leaving Kanga at the crash site to continue his vigil. The two girls were lightly dressed in bright colored clothing. Christine wore white and blue striped shorts and a lightweight button-down short sleeve day-glow green blouse. They moved quickly away from the sounds of their friends being captured and abused. Both girls were in excellent physical condition with almost identical perfectly proportioned bodies. They ran continuously for almost twenty minutes traveling more than two miles before they stopped to rest. The screams and cries from the crash site could no longer be heard.
Little Lauren was very frightened but with her older sister at her side she knew she could stay in control of her emotions. Christine and Lauren were very close as sisters. Facially they were nearly identical. The both had wide set emerald eyes framed in long lashes and straight eyebrows. Small noses with slightly flared nostrils arched above wide thin lips. The similar appearance and tight kinship would soon become the undoing of both of them.
Pursuing the girls was easy work for the mercenaries. The fleeing girls made plenty of noise as they ran through the jungle and staying on their trail was as simple as following the noise. Whenever the young women slowed or stopped so did their pursuers. When the young women stopped for more than a few seconds the mercenaries moved forward stealthily closing in on the beauties. Once the men drew near enough to have them in sight they quietly devised a plan to assure the capture of both girls and perhaps offer a little extracurricular pleasure for themselves into the bargain.
Watching the girls at close range it became apparent to the men that the women were close friends, perhaps even sisters. Breathing heavily from the exertion the two girls stood defenseless in the jungle holding on the one another tightly. The slightly taller brown haired woman seemed to be the stronger of the two. The mercenaries decided that she would be the girl they would pounce on first. The men separated and one of them circled to the opposite side of where the girls were huddled. Once his cohort was in place, the first man launched with great accuracy, a sling flung stone at Christine. The smooth faced projectile struck the young woman in the lower thigh above her knee. The force of the strike buckled the brown haired girl knees knocking her sideway and then sending her toppling to the ground.
Christine was stunned for only a second and when she realized that they were under attack she yelled for Lauren to run. As she did this she tried to regain her feet. Her strawberry blonde, sister seeing Christine recover her footing, darted away into the dense jungle. The younger girl had extended her escape for several hundred feet before she realized she was running alone. Lauren called out to her sister but heard no reply. The eighteen-year-old stopped running and turned back from where she had come. Creeping quietly back through the foliage Lauren repeatedly whispered her sisters name. She stopped suddenly when the sounds of a struggle and the muffled sound of her sister’s voice filtered through jungle. Lauren was frozen in her tracks, shaking in fear as she listened to sounds that struck deep into her soul.
When Christine had been struck by the rock she was on the ground before she was aware of any pain. She quickly assessed the situation and realized her sister was in immediate danger. Christine screamed for her sister to run away and tried to pull her legs beneath her body. Only then did she become aware of damage and pain the rock strike had caused. As she tried to bend her knee below the stone caused deep purple bruise a sharp pain forced the girl to quickly re-straighten the leg. The twenty-four-year-old rolled her body so she could use her un-injured leg to push herself erect. Once she was back on her feet she started to limp off in the same direction her sister had taken. The pretty green-eyed beauty preceded only three steps when she was grabbed from behind.
A huge muscular arm reached around her neck and as her hair swept across her face the arm tightened rapidly cutting off her air and lifting her off her feet. Christine tried to reach back with both hand to break loose from the strangle hold on her neck. She had no success and was soon using her hands to defend against another arm and hand that had wrapped tightly around her chest. The attacker squeezed the girl even tighter and her struggles began to weaken. Her lungs could not support her physical needs without oxygen. Christine was on the verge of blacking out when she was suddenly lifted high into the air and then thrown viciously to the ground.
For an instant the small brown-haired girl was stunned but she quickly regained her composure. Paying no heed to the pain of her bruised thigh the young woman leaped to her feet and started her escape for the second time. The mercenary caught up with her as quickly as he had before. This time he grabbed a handful of the back of her blouse near the back of her neck spinning her around to face him. Christine had made almost no noise during the struggle until she saw her attacker. He was a brute of a man standing well over six feet tall and weighing at least two-hundred-forty pounds. His eyes were filled with savagery, his mouth leered in lust, his head was shaved and a ragged scar engraved one side of his face. Christine screamed in fear at the sight.
Her scream was short lived as the mercenary drew the girl to him by the back of her blouse and then suddenly drove his other fist into her belly. With her green eyes wide with pain and again out of breath Christine helplessly watched as the fist repeated the blow to her lower abdomen and then rose to explode into the side of her head. The punch split open her cheek and sent a splatter of blood across her face. Her wide green eyes lost their focus as the young woman slumped forward into unconsciousness. Christine was not aware of her blouse being ripped from her body or of the leather strap that imprisoned her wrists. With little effort the huge man hung the girl from a tree limb by her wrists arranging her so that her feet dangled a foot above the ground. This configuration placed her eye to eye with her assailant and more to her displeasure, groin to groin.
While the defenseless girl dangled limply the man set about amusing himself. He pulled her head back by her long brown hair fully exposing her pink tipped breasts. Using the tip of his nine inch hunting knife the mercenary poked and jabbed at the soft globes. Christy’s body spasmed and she moaned softly each time the blade sliced into her flesh. As her consciousness returned the moans loudened to yelps of pain her body twisting with each jab. Blood dripped from each wound dribbling down the front of her chest as her green eyes re-opened and squeezed shut with each thrust of the weapon.
Seeing that his victim was again fully awake the man gave her a new reason to scream. Tracing a line down the front of her wriggling body the knife lightly sliced down between Christine’s pert breasts, over her flat stomach, jabbing at her belly button as it past by which brought a shrill shriek from the girl’s lips. As the blade reached waist band of her white and blue striped shorts it was followed by a thin trail of blood. By digging the knife deeper into the brunette’s lower belly the man shred the material of her shorts on a diagonal line that ended at her upper thigh.
Tugging at the severed clothing the attacker wrenched the slashed shorts and tattered panties off the girl’s flailing body. Christine’s eyes brimmed with tears as she screamed in terror and pain. The man now fixated on her freshly exposed groin. The knife returned to action jabbing lightly at the pink slit that was partially exposed through neatly trimmed pubic hair. A series of screams and wails followed each new knife stab. After a dozen jabs the man stepped away from his blood splattered captive to view the damage he had inflicted.
Christine’s lacerated cheek leaked claret onto her bare shoulder; both petite breasts were streaked with bloody trails that painted her upper body. Blood trickled down her inner thighs splattering sporadically to the ground beneath her dangling feet. The mercenary was pleased with his work, doubly so because his plan to capture both young women was coming to fruition. He moved back toward his prize seeming to begin again his grisly work upon her helpless form, but in actuality to bring his plan to its climax.
The numbing fear that had earlier paralyzed Lauren was subsiding as the sounds of her sister’s struggle and then screams of pain filtered through the dense foliage. Steeling herself the strawberry blonde haired girl committed herself to rescuing her sister. Lauren had to save her sister; there was no question about it! The tiny girl crept back slowing through the jungle following her sister’s cries. When the eighteen-year-old came close enough to see Christine through the undergrowth she caught a strangled cry in her own throat. Her sister was stripped to the waist and was hanging by her wrists from a tree branch. A knife wielding mad man was slashing wildly at her chest. As Lauren watched the assailant sliced his knife downward across her sister’s body.
While Christine’s screams intensified Lauren searched the ground for a weapon to use to fight off the attacker. Finding a long thick branch with a jagged pointed end the plucky girl steeled her nerves and then darted from her concealed position. Holding the branch as a spear she rushed at the back of the knife wielding man who had stepped back from Christine. Just as the attacker was beginning to move back toward the helplessly dangling brunette Lauren rushed at the man raising her weapon and aiming the sharp end of the branch at his shoulder. Before the jagged point struck its target the branch was suddenly yanked backward and out of her hands.
The man who had been abusing Christine turned now and faced the eighteen-year-old blonde. Lauren squealed and turned away intending to dash back into the jungle. Her path was blocked by the second mercenary who held the branch he had yanked from her hands, its jagged tip pointed at her belly. The pretty blonde stopped dead in her tracks for an instant overwhelmed by the trap she had fallen into.
From behind her, the knife wielding mercenary slammed the butt end of his knife into the base of her slender neck. Strawberry blonde hair swept across her eyes has her head was suddenly snapped back. The blow knocked the four-foot eleven-inch girl forward into the jagged tip of the branch, grazing her just above the waist of her bikini bottoms and scratching a wound into her hip. The one hundred pound girl was twisted to the side and continued rotating as she fell limply onto her back. Lauren was unconscious before she hit the ground.
She was not aware of the men as they kicked her tiny body over onto her belly and tied her hands behind her back. Christine cried out as she watched her little sister being beaten and overpowered. The comatose younger girl was oblivious to her sister’s wails or to the gratuitous groping her ripe body received from the mercenaries.
The men knew that Raul’s rules would not allow captives or prisoners to be raped or molested unless he authorized that activity. The two sisters were so beautiful and had generated too much lust to avoid being subjected to some form of sexual release. The men decided they would sodomize the unconscious blonde.
Christine’s sobs and cries of mercy were soon drowned out by the shrieks of pain coming from Lauren’s red lips. He bikini bottom had been pulled down her legs exposing her tight buttocks. The first mercenary lifted the limp girl by her waist with both hands and then rammed his large organ at her small anus. Three thrusting jabs of the man’s cock were needed to finally push its purple head past the girl’s anal ring. Even then the blonde girl only moaned at the intrusion. But as her consciousness returned she began to scream and shriek as the penis was forced deeper and deeper into her young body. A few dozen hammering thrusts and the mercenary’s balls were emptied. Lauren’s cries of agony faded momentarily as the men pulled his spent cock from her pummeled hole.
Her respite was short lived and her terror only begun. The second mercenary was not a tall as the first. He stood only about five foot nine but he was nearly as wide as he was tall. His two hundred and twenty pound body was heavily muscled thick with course hair making him resemble an ape. When he dropped his pants and exposed his manhood both captive’s quailed in fear. The unit was built like its owner, short and squat, short being a relative term because the penis was nearly nine inches in length. What made the cock so intimidating was its girth. The veiny shaft of flesh was a full four inches in diameter at the shaft and nearly five inches across its massive head.
The man easily lifted Lauren’s trim body and pulled her hips back to his groin. The teenager’s green eyes opened wide in fear and pain as the man began his battering assault. Her scream was continuous as the thick shaft forced itself into her small rectum. With a savage lunge the man rammed his thick penis into the tiny girl. Her pitiful squeals punctuated each of the brute’s jabs until he had buried his tool fully into her ass. His thick black pubic hair was smeared with a gush of Lauren’s blood as her anus was torn apart. As the battering continued ripping and tearing the blonde girl’s nether parts, she began to swoon as the pain and shock took their toll on her pubescent body and innocent mind.
The mercenary continued his assault without regard to the status of the comatose female until he blasted her full of his spunk with a might yell. Tossing his victim’s limp body to the ground the mercenaries surveyed the damage they had inflicted. Lauren lay on her belly, arms akimbo and legs spread wide apart. A puddle of blood pooled between her thighs as her torn anus continued to ooze claret. Christine whimpered and cried for her sister as the men cut her down from the tree limb. Her torn blouse was recovered and pulled back onto her body, knotted in the front as all of the buttons had been torn away. The men laced a rope through the belt loops of her shorts and the bloody pants were tied around her waist.
While Christine’s hands were tied behind her back young Lauren was dragged to her feet by her long hair. The knife wielding mercenary jabbed at the unconscious girl’s breast until the pain brought her back to life. The two girls were strung together by a long rope tied around each of their necks. The two bloody and sobbing girls were then marched back to the airplane crash site.
Chapter 3
Two of the girls on board the crashed DC-3 were still unaccounted for. They had escaped capture because sixteen-year-old Nicole and her fifteen-year-old friend Brandi had gone into the jungle surrounding the crash site to relieve themselves. When the attack started both youngsters were returning to the airplane still hidden from the assaulting men’s view by the thick jungle foliage. Dark brown haired Nicole stopped suddenly at the sound of screams and masculine shouts coming from the aircraft. Her azure eyes were wide open as she turned back to her tiny red-headed friend Brandi. Quickly the two girls ducked down into the jungle undergrowth. Quietly the girls crawled through the brush until they could see what was happening at the airplane. What they saw chilled them to their bones.
Marauding black men carrying rifles and lengths of rope had surrounded the crash survivors and were herding them into an encircled gathering near the side of the wrecked airplane. Nicole and Brandi hugged each other as their eyes filled with tears. They had little choice but to remain hidden. For nearly an hour the pair watched as the captives were tied, and tethered together, noosed at the neck. The two injured girls, Angela and Pamela had their broken bones crudely splinted. Four of the girl captives helped the injured women limp along as the entourage of captives was force marched back to Raul’s camp. Just as the group was about to leave a struggling Christy was carried into the group followed a minute later by a man dragging the bloody and only semi-conscious Mary by her ankles.
The departing band was trailed by the staggering and still only semi-conscious Mary whose already bloodied body was poked and prodded by bayonet jabs that forced her to keep up the pace. As Nicole and Brandi watched the departing group they talked quietly about what they should do. Quickly, as the captives disappeared from sight they decided to trail behind in the hope of perhaps helping their friends to escape somewhere down the trail. The two girls saw that three men had been left behind at the crash site. They were careful not to be seen as they moved around the perimeter of the dense jungle before slipping into the trail left behind the by captured women. They followed at a distance that kept them out of sight. Close enough to hear the sounds of crying and sobbing women that was occasionally amplified by a scream as bayonets and rifle butts sliced and slammed into a stumbling girl’s flesh.
The young followers thought they had evaded detection. The girls were dressed in light colored clothing.
Nicole wore white cut-off jeans slit at both outside seams almost to the waistband and a pale blue sleeveless blouse that exposed her eighteen-inch waist. Her red-headed friend whose curly locks swirled to below her hips wore a short faded yellow summer dress with low cut bodice and spaghetti straps. The bright colors had caught the sharp eyes of Kanga. He watched the girls as they moved from their hidden position around the crash site and then onto the trial in behind captives.
Kanga knew where the trail led so he moved through the jungle quickly finding an ambush location that was ahead of the two girls. Frightened for their friends but hopeful for a chance they could help them escape the dark haired beauty and her golden haired friend had to almost jog to keep pace. As they came to a bend in the trail Nicole, who was in the lead, saw out of the corner of her eye a huge black figure emerge from the foliage. She was able to just begin a shout of alarm when she was struck on the shoulder and knocked sideways into the thick underbrush.
The blow, a glancing swipe of Kanga’s outstretched fingers, caused no damage save the loss of balance and Nicole was back on her feet almost immediately. Kanga lurched after the fleeing sixteen-year-old girl and in three giant strides had entangled his fingers into her dark flowing hair. Tightening his grip on the soft strands the huge black man jerked the one-hundred pound girl backward pulling her onto her back. Nicole landed hard upon her shoulders. She was stunned in the fall when the back of her head struck a rock. Kanga loomed above the downed girl. One of his massive hands flattened against the brunette’s tiny waist pinning her to the jungle floor, while the other hand retrieved a length of rope from his pocket.
Brandi heard the cry of alarm and saw her dark-haired friend fall suddenly off the jungle trail. The fifteen-year-old redhead stopped short as a huge dark figure crossed the trail and grabbed at her friend. Looking around the four-foot eleven-inch ninety-six pound dynamo found a jagged rock just off the trail and determinately set about using it to attack Nicole’s assailant. With the huge black man preoccupied with capturing the sixteen-year-old Brandi advanced behind him and struck him along side his large head with, for her, a mighty swing of the jagged rock. At the same instant Brandi screamed, “Get off her Nigger, run Nicole run!”
The rock cut a gash into Kanga’s head but barely slowed the giant’s mauling of poor Nicole. Kanga captured one of the brunette’s wrists, tied it with the piece of rope and then twisted the wrist to roll the limp girl onto her stomach. Seizing the other wrist Nicole soon had both arms tied behind her back. As the young girl regained her senses she began to thrash about under the huge Negro. Kanga wrestled her wildly kicking legs together and quickly tied them that way.
As Nicole was being subdued and secured Brandi continued with her attack on Kanga. Screaming, get off her Nigger, leave her alone!”, twice more the little redhead struck at him with her sharp-edged weapon landing blows on his huge shoulders and back. The rock strikes had no effect on the giant except for the creating of scratches on his head, back and shoulders. Only after he was finished hog-tying Nicole did Kanga turn his attention to the golden-haired antagonist.
The rock had not fazed the giant but the words of this little redheaded white girl who called him Nigger triggered hatred deep within his soul. He vowed to make her pay a painful and merciless price for her arrogance.
She would receive the same fate as had his mother and sisters but the redhead’s punishment would be more painful and take a long, long time to administer. Turning toward the tiny girl the giant swung his heavy fist knocking the rock from her hand. Where his leather-hard hand struck the hand’s freckled flesh fragile bones were shattered. The rock flew as the girl yelped in pain and turned to flee.
The black man’s fist uncurled and he reach to stop the fleeing teenager. Just as had taken place with Nicole his fingers entangled in Brandi’s long curly red hair. This time Kanga did not jerk backward but instead he stood and lifted the girl up off her feet. Brandi found herself suspended in the air, her freckled legs thrashing, her head pulled forward by the hair. The pretty girl reached up and back with her uninjured hand trying to untangle her golden-orange tresses from the giant’s grip. Her beautiful face contorted in pain as Kanga used his free hand to explore her dangling body.
His rough callused hand abused her petite breasts and thighs and then lifted the short hem of her yellow dress to explore her panty- concealed groin. With a mighty tug the yellow dress was torn from her squirming body. Kanga twirled the tiny girl slowly marveling at her pale freckled body, arms and writhing legs. With one thick finger he hooked and wrenched Brandi’s panties off her waist. The fine sparse hair between her legs was the same bright orange color as the hair on her head. The pink lips of her vagina peeked out from beneath the soft golden fur. She would prove worthy of the opportunity to fight for her life while embedded upon his huge penis.
Fighting back to urge to satisfy his lustful urge immediately, Kanga settled for inflicting a bit of pain while extracting some of the little bitch’s blood. Suddenly releasing her hair Kanga dropped the girl to the ground. Brandi landed on her feet and quickly turned to flee but not before Kanga’s open palm slammed into the side of her face. The force of his blow spilt open the pale skin from hairline to chin, a purple bruise swelling on both sides of the cut almost immediately. Blood started streaming from the open wound and Brandi’s lips parted in an ear piercing wail of agony.
The black hand swept back from the opposite direction meeting the redhead full in the face as it was turned away from the first blow. The second blow split open Brandi’s parted lips and flattened her upturned nose. Her lips erupted in a gush of sprayed blood and her scream became a gurgle as her mouth and nose filled with the red liquid. Brandi dropped to her knees, her green eyes wild in pain and fear. When both of her hands were raised to the defense of her battered face Kanga stepped back and then forward driving the toe of his booted foot into her ribs. The blow was strong enough to crack three of the girl’s ribs. The snapping sound of the broken bones brought a smile to Kanga’s ugly face.
The pain of her broken ribs ended Brandi’s memory of her capture. As her shriek faded away the only sound that remained was the sound of Nicole’s sobbing at the sight of her friends beating. Brandi lay on her side with one bare leg doubled beneath her body. Her golden hair fanned out away from her blood splattered face. Kanga twisted the limp girl’s leg forcing her over onto her back. The unconscious girl’s hands were tied behind her and her ankle tied together as well. Kanga collected the torn yellow dress and stuffed it into his pack. Both girls were loosely hog tied and each was slung over his huge shoulders, one girl to a side.
Nicole moaned and groaned with each of Kanga’s steps. With his hands free he gave the brunette additional reasons to groan by exploring her body as it hung from his shoulder. The redhead whose long hair dragged along the ground made no sound on the journey to Raul’s camp. She would remain unconscious for several more hours and when she did regain consciousness she would pray that her nightmare would end.
To be continued…
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