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CDE.African Nightmare
FOR ADULTS ONLY (OVER 21 YEARS OF AGE)
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Copyright c 1998 By C.D.E. ALL Rights Reserved
This may not be reproduced in any form for profit. This
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All Characters And Events Depicted In This Are Purely
Fictional. There Is No Intention In Any Manner, To
Represent Or Mimic, Any Real World Situations Or Persons.
TITLE: AFRICAN NIGHTMARE
ABSTRACT:
Five white couples from Ohio go a long awaited cruise only to be
kidnapped and captured by rebel forces in the tiny African
country of Gyeria. The ordeal they endure is told by one of the
husbands - Philip. This is his of how his and the other
wives are forced into providing sex for hundreds of horny African
rebel troops. Since the wives lost all their luggage which
contained their birth control pills, the husbands end up
providing their wives an interesting form of oral birth control.
At first Philip and the other husbands are only made to be
maidservants to their wives and the troops. Philip tells how
later in their captivity, he and one of the other husbands
functioned as much more for the troops. Eventually, the couples
escape and return home. However, Philip discovers a change in
his wife's attitude and has to cope with the changes she
dictates. Just when he's learn to accept his place into his
wife's new marital order, up pops an intriguing surprise from the
past.
NOTICE! THE CHARACTERS, NAMES, INCIDENTS, SCENES, LINE DEPICTED,
ETC., HEREIN ARE PURELY FICTIONAL. ANY RESEMBLANCE TO REAL PERSONS OR
PLACES, LIVING OR DEAD, WAS NEVER INTENDED AND IS PURELY COINCIDENTAL.
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TITLE: AFRICAN NIGHTMARE
CAST OF MAIN CHARACTERS:
PHILIP/PHILLYS - WHITE HUSBAND FORCED INTO TRANSVESTITISM AND
MADE TO RESPOND TO THE FEMININE VERSION OF HIS NAME
RITA: PHILIP'S
MOJITTU: BLACK REBEL COLONEL
NOGUTU: BLACK REBEL CAPTAIN
SERETA: NOGUTU'S AFRICAN FRIEND
The African soldier was humping away while he made me stand
in the corner and look. As he got closer to coming, he suddenly
stopped and asked "You want me to knock her up or do you wanna be
a rubber for my load". I stood there dumfounded. My wife,
panting heavily from his fucking her, spoke as best she could.
"Gasp! ... I told him ... Gasp! ... about you ...
Gasp! ... clean before... Gasp! ... to keep ... Gasp! ...
me from getting ... Gasp! ... pregnant... Gasp! ... him
off ... Gasp! ... will make it ... Gasp! ... easier for you ...
Gasp! ... get it all ... Gasp! ... do it honey ... Gasp! ... suck
him for me."
I wasn't thrilled about becoming a cock sucker for this
rugged looking muscle laden black soldier, but I couldn't fault
my wife's logic. I slowly walked over. He warned that he
couldn't hold back much longer. My urged me on and reminded
me for the hundreth time I was her only birth control. His big
long jutting black cock was all wet with her juices and was
palpitating. Once again I knew I had no choice. I had to do
what had to be done to protect my wife. He pushed me to my knees
and held a knife before my face warning me about biting him as he
pushed his mammoth swollen dick between my lips. He started
working it back and forth deeper into my mouth. As I totally
submitted to him, and followed his instructions on how he wanted
to be sucked, out the corner of my eye, my beamed a broad
smile and uttered for me to grab his ass. The feel of his taunt
muscular rear and hard bone between my lips made me feel
so humiliated and submissive, but yet excited as I knelt there in
full view of her. Later he placed one of my hands on his huge
balls. I was fondling his bull size nuts as he shot off. He
spurted several forceful gushers of his pent up hot sperm. There
was so much to swallow, but I managed to get it all down. He held
me to his semi-hard pole for a while and had me milk it
thoroughly.
As the Black soldier was getting dressed, my reminded
me to thank him for being so considerate and kind. I meekly did
as she requested. Later she congratulated me.
"You were a good rubber for him darling. I'm proud of the
way you took every bit of his load. Isn't that nice of him to
spread the word to see if the other soldiers might want to let
you do the same for them?"
I could only say yes under the circumstances. It was about
ten minutes later when another soldier came in for a fuck. Rita
asked if he wanted to use me as a dump for his wad after he
started fucking her. He agreed to my rubber act but only if I
asked him. It was embarrassing to do so, but I did so with
encouragement from my wife. Seven more soldiers came but only
four agreed to me being their condom. They said I'd just
have to do a good suck job on my to keep her from getting
knocked up. The very last fellow agreed to let me take his load
but changed his mind. He told me my wife's was too good not
to come in when he got ready to shoot. However he still wanted
and demanded that I milk his smeared wet dick. I was in no
condition to argue with him. I did as he demanded.
After the last soldier left, Rita didn't waste a moment in
smothering my face with her reeking sloppy slimy cunt.
"That's it honey! ... Suck me out good! ...OOOOH! ... Get
all those spermies out! .... Stick your tongue deep up there! ...
That's it, eat up their cum! ... Show them you know how to fight
back for them fucking your wife! ... OOOOH! That's so gooood!"
With her literally riding and grinding her wet slimy hairy
all over my face, there was nothing I could do but do as she
demanded.
After she got her jollies for the eighteenth time that
night, we got ready for bed. But instead of her letting me have
her like the 11 big black soldiers had enjoyed her, she jerked me
off and smilingly wished her little cock sucker and eater
good night. This was the eighth time she had done this since
we'd been hijacked from our cruise ship and captured by this
group of guerrillas. I began to get the feeling that she reveled
in the heavy sexing by our captors and wasn't that thrilled with
my much smaller prick anymore.
As I laid there trying to sleep, I wondered if we'd ever get
out of this living hell. This was our tenth day in captivity to
these rebel soldiers, but it seemed almost like ten months.
We were one of five white couples who'd been kidnapped and
held as hostages by the group. We were all from the same
hometown in Ohio.
The black rebels had taken us back to their camp and put
each couple in a guarded cabin and sexually abused our wives from
the first day there, since there were no other women in the camp.
Like me, all the other husbands were white and humiliated the
same as I was. To make matters even worse, the other husbands
were noticing the same thing about their wives. They seemed to
be not only enjoying the relentless sex they were being subjected
too, but also the abject humiliation we husbands were being put
through.
The soldiers treated us husbands like slaves and had us
doing all sorts of womanly chores, like washing their clothes and
being maids to our wives, who they'd made whores for their
troops, both at this camp and for other troops passing through.
To further humiliate us, we had to wear dresses and respond to
the feminine versions of our names.
Like me, the other husband's mouths were their wives only
birth control too.
As we did our daily camp chores, we husbands shared
experiences and exchanged tips on how best to handle our
situation. One of the favorite places was at the stream where we
five gathered to wash clothes, of course under the watchful eye
of two armed guards.
This was our eleventh day in captivity, and while doing the
morning wash, we husbands exchanged news. One of the daily
topics was always how many soldiers our wives had been fucked by
the previous night and how we were coping with eating all that
spent from their well used cunts. As the reader can readily
see, such discussion helped us form a bond of the type that never
existed before between us as neighbors.
One of the husbands named Sam, dubbed Samantha by the
rebels, finally gathered the courage to tell the group that he
gave in to one of the rebel sergeant's demands and let the horny
rebel fuck him up the ass as his watched. Samantha went on
to let us know that he soon had other soldiers wanting to do this
to him too, once they saw him in his mandatory drag attire. He
then told us of how this gave his a break from the
relentless fucking she'd been experiencing, and that we other
husbands may want to consider doing the same for our wives - to
give them a break from at least some of those big black dicks
that might want to fuck us up the ass.
While we all had experienced forced cock at one time
or another since being captured, none of us to date had been
forced to get ass fucked. There was a silence in the group as he
spoke. When he finished, there was sort a general agreement,
that we loved our wives but we didn't know if we could willingly
go that far.
Samantha acknowledged he understood, but went on to tell us
things to do to make taking the rebels huge pricks easier as
well as how he found being fucked unexpectedly pleasurable.
It turned out the camp doctor had given Samantha an enema
solution to enlarge himself for the doctor's big rod, since he
was the one that first fucked Samantha.
It wasn't a week later before every one of us husbands had
our ass cherries busted by a black soldier. It seemed that our
wives liked the help that Samantha's was getting and also
brought it to the attention of the other husbands. From there
word sort of spread around the camp that all the husbands were
fuckable. In no time the pressure was too great for us not to
give our wives such help or to submit to the soldiers who wanted
us that way.
It was not been uncommon for us husbands to watch helplessly
as our wives were sexed by as many as three or four at a
time. However, after we husbands started being male "pussies"
for the troops, we too found our selves being grouped banged the
same as our wives. The typical arrangement when there were a
large group of troops coming through and they had to be
"pleasured" quickly, we husbands found a line of troops standing
to fuck our rears while another standing to unload their large
lusty wads between our lips.
It was after one such occasion after my and I had
serviced 60 troops together in our little shack. In six hours
she'd handled 36 rock hard giant coal black cocks and I 24. That
was a new record for me. After the last troops had finished with
us and I had "tongue douched" her for the umpteenth time that
night, we laid back and assessed what we'd been through -
something that'd become a common thing in our current situation -
she hugged and praised me on my new record. We cuddled and
kissed, each of us reeking of the smell of the troop's abundant
jism they'd left behind.
This particular night I was filled to the brim with jism.
Not only had I swallowed 15 heavy from all the dicks I
sucked, but also having slurped up all the spent semen from her
sloppy gloppy hairy gash really had me full.
"Honey, while it has been horrifying, this experience has
been good for us. It's brought us closer, and I think this has
made you a more sensitive caring husband." My said as she
embraced me tighter. She went on to add how she was thrilled at
seeing me suck off those big blue black dicks and swallowing all
they had to give without missing a drop. She had equal praise
for all the pricks I'd taken in my "ass pussy".
We were at the camp for three more months before it was
overrun by another rebel faction. We just went from one master
to another. Because this new group continued using us for their
pleasure too.
THE NEW MASTERS
The leader of this new group was Colonel Mojittu. He and his
aid, Captain Nogutu, seem to take a liking to my and I.
To make matters worse for me, Nogutu was bisexual and
frequently kept me busy as his boss did my wife. She became the
Colonel's woman and I their maid. In addition, I essentially
became Nogutu's "woman" too. However, they did share us with
other ranking officers when they came through the camp. My
and I were used like chattel, but to my terror, she expressed
glee in being ordered to bed with strange horny men.
The other couples had to handle pleasuring the hordes of
troops as they came through for sexual relaxation before going on
to another battle. My and I felt a certain guilt at not
being there with them. However, it appeared that they understood
that we had no control over things.
I could tell my enjoyed the power of being the
Colonel's pride and joy, as well as Mistress of the house.
My man, Nogutu, had me doing all the things a woman would do
for him. Even though in servitude to him, I found myself
admiring his strength and military manner. This also made it
easier for me to submit to him when he wanted me in bed. He
would sex me about three times a week, more at other times. A
pattern was set up and I began to prepare myself for those times
when I knew he'd be looking forward to being amorous. He gave
me several outfits to wear for him that belonged to his
girlfriend who lived in another town. Her name was Sereta.
He was the man. His pleasure was all that he was concerned
about. It was up to me to handle my own needs. It was odd, but
I found this acceptable and lost no respect for him. Since we'd
been in captivity, this was the same situation with my wife, so
it didn't take matter that much.
Doing this time, my conversed like we were two women as
we shared experiences on how we took care of "our men". However,
I still was her "oral" birth control.
The camp was overruned again by regular government forces.
Colonel Mogittu and his forces deserted us and all five couples
were detained at another town. The troops did not abuse us,
detain us, but we husbands were still dressed in drag as men's
clothes were hard to come by.
My and I as well as the other couples, because we were
penniless, ended up doing a little whoring to get money and food.
At my wife's insistence, one time I eneded up hawking on
the street to fuck my as she laid on a dirty discarded
mattress in an alley. As an enticement for our customers, she
demanded I offer the free milking and tongue cleaning of
their big black pricks and balls after they fucked her. This was
in addition to my regular tongue douching of her slimy gash. The
only solace I had was that at least I was eating free. She liked
to be out by me and thoroughly enjoyed each time I did so.
Finally our wives got exits visas for us to leave the
country. The only problem is that only women and children could
depart because of all the fighting. Therefore, still
being in drag ended up being a blessing in disguise for us men.
THE ESCAPE
We managed to escape, however since only women and children
were allowed to leave, I left Gyeria disguised as a woman.
The authorities made me up another passport of the phony
woman's identity that I'd assumed. I thought I was ensuring our
escape when my told the authorities that her husband was
dead.
Later I found out that her actions ensured my continued
transvestitism more than anything else. The same happened to the
other husbands.
I was hoping our lives and marriage would return to normal
once we arrived home. I was wrong.
To my surprise, my never got pregnant after all the
seemingly endless sexing she'd been through with literally
hundreds of horny black soldiers.
BACK HOME
"Fuck you and your idea about some damn therapy! I want
black dicks and that's that! Do you understand that! You wimpy
cock sucker?"
When she shouted at me like that I was afraid and cringed
before her. Every since we returned, she like the other wives in
our group too had become more assertive and bossy. She, like
them, always wanted things her way. Sensing that my feelings
were hurt, she walked over and hugged me. She spoke in a
consoling softer tone.
"Honey pie, I know you meant well, but like I told you
before, things won't be like they were before. After being laid
hundred of times by real on that island, your little shrimpy
prick doesn't do anything for me anymore. You know how we both
got use to all those big black dicks. Well, I don't want to
switch. I like being a slut for Black studs. You'll have to
accept that dear. There's no other way. Now lets stop all this
arguing and kiss and make up."
Being wrapped in her arms felt good. Her breath reeked of
semen. She stuck her tongue deep in my mouth forcing me to suck
it. It was still slick from all the apparent cock she'd
done just before I walked in on her and some strange black man.
I knew it was perverted, but I couldn't help it as my prick
hardened. I mentally pictured her blowing one big black dick
after another. We kissed for a long time. She was right. I too
had gotten acclimated to big black dicks too, even though my fear
of emasculation kept getting in the way.
"Did that make you feel better?" I sheepishly nodded my
head.
"I thought it would. I know you like my flavored kisses.
Now if you promise to be a good little and behave, I might
let you suck my pussy. Its nice and juicy. Just the way I know
you like my hair when it's scummy and full of sweet dick
cream from the brothers."
She stripped as she spoke. Her bush loomed out as she
pulled off her skimpy panties. I could see the plug she
used to contain and juices. Her hair were in
total disarray. She smelled of strong sex. One whiff of her and
I knew she must have quite a load in her. I was helpless, I was
hungry to be intimate with her and wanted to eat her lusty treat.
That excited me more. She had me kneel and place my face right up
to her crotch. But as I started to remove the plug she
stopped me.
"Just savor it for a while darling. Think of the nine Black
men ... Nine real that have put there big dicks in me today.
Tell me you're proud of me and that you're so thankful for being
able to suck out their jism."
I hee and hawed, but she got me to say what she wanted to
hear. She also made me promise to dress up all the time when they
came over and to always say sir to them. Only after that did she
let me tongue lash her moist loaded pussy. It seemed to be
extra tasty this time. After I had gotten her off, she made me
keep my face pressed to her still moist cunt.
"That was good wasn't it honey? I think I want some more.
How about you?"
Before I could answer either question, she had picked up the
phone and dialed one of her many Black friends. As she
talked, she reached down and pressed my face back to her hairy
cunt and threw a leg over my shoulder and back ensuring that I
stayed put. Not knowing what else to do, I pushed my tongue back
between her reddened soft warm fat hairy lips. I knew they
were puffy and inflamed from the friction of all the dicks that
had been in and out of her in the last few hours.
"Rufus! Whatcha doing? ... No he's here ... Got his face
between my legs ... he knows his place, you don't have to worry
about that ... Yeah! Just got back from the pool room ... there
were only six there, I took care of 'em all ... When I found
out that the door opened up to the alley, I peeked out and
saw a big dude come by. I offered him some free pussy. After
he left, I decided to look out again before I put my back
on. Sure enough, there was another dude coming to the door as I
opened it. He told me that someone told him there was free
down the alley ... of course I fucked him as well as well as
another dude that came a little while later ... Well the reason I
called to see if you wanted to come over and do the same
thing ... so what, bring them too ... I'll have him make some
sandwiches and put some beer on ice ... Y'all can sleep over too
... see you in an hour."
I was morbid at what I'd heard. However I knew it was
useless to get upset.
SETTLING DOWN
I quickly settled into our new arrangement. I no longer
have any say so or control in the household. She even has me
openly display videotapes she had made at different parties and
gang bangs. She had fourteen on display. They each have about
three hours of viewing.
When I felt I couldn't take it anymore, I threatened to
leave, she threw her trump card on the table. She showed me a
copy of my death certificate. She explained how I was no longer
legally alive and that I had nothing, unless I did as she
wanted. Sickened by all she told me, I knew I was totally under
her control now. She also admitted that the CAMP doctor also
provided her and the other wives with birth control pills too.
"We knew you husbands wouldn't act near as sweet as you did
if you'd know that."
I just stood there looking totally dumbfounded as she
confessed.
"Honey I know all this may come as a shock to you, but I'm
ecstatic at all we've been through. It really has made our
marriage stronger. You don't have the prick power of my real
men, but your tongue is wonderful and I dearly love you for the
sweet obedient petticoated husband you've become."
She had plans to sell our house. She wanted to move us
near the black section of town so she could be nearer her black
studs, and them her. I was helpless to do anything. Everything
was in her name. However another unexpected event occurred.
Colonel Mojittu showed up along with Captain Nogutu and two
of their soldiers. They'd escaped the revolution and were able
to get political asylum.
I was very resentful at the way the colonel acted around my
wife, but she welcomed his amorous attention. I could only stand
by and watch, as he swept her up in his strong arms and
passionately kissed her. She returned his embrace in kind.
Nogutu and the two body guards stood by looking at me smirking.
They brought us both presents.
Mogittu first removed my wife's wedding rings and tossed
them to me. I barley made the catch and was puzzled at his
action.
He then opened her present and presented her with a huge
three or four carat replacement diamond ring set.
I stood up to protest, but as the words began to come out,
they were drowned out by my wife's cries of glee and joy at
getting such a nice present.
Before I could say anything else, Nogutu shoved a bigger box
in my hands.
I opened the big box and found it was a very
ornate French Maid's uniform. It was very much like the one I
wore when I'd been Mogittu's maid in captivity. I looked up at
him intending to say I would never planning to wear such a thing
again. I froze. The Colonel looked at me in a way that let me
know that my place was to continue from where I left off in
Gyeria. The same look was in my wife's eyes also. The silence
was overwhelming as I looked at them.
"Aren't you going to thank your master for his lovely
gift?" My said softly with a smirk on her face as she
snuggled up to him and his big black hand groped her luscious
white tits.
On the spot and nervous, I did so, with a less than joyous
look on my face.
"C'mon Phillys, let me help you put it on." Said Nogutu as
he led me by the hand back to the bedroom. I welcomed the
excuse for leaving the room, but I should've know what Nogutu
wanted when he got me alone. He was on me in no time. He kissed
and groped me furiously.
He overwhelmed me both physically and mentally. I liked the
closeness and the strength of this strong black man, but at the
same time, I didn't want the lifestyle they wanted of me. I
whispered my thoughts to him as he embraced me tightly.
"Forget that Phillys honey, this is your future." He said
as he took out his huge swollen ebony cock and guided my
small soft white hand to it. His member was so stiff and
warm. I couldn't help but caress and stroke him. I hated to
admit it to myself, but it felt good to handle his hard meat
again. I hated to admit it, but I'd been forced to adore big black dicks.
"What ... What do you ..."
"What do I mean? I want you to be my bride."
I was speechless as he explained that he wanted me to be his
wife.
"You see, Sereta, the I left behind didn't turn me on
like you. You really excite me when you take my cum. You really
seem to like it. I like that. It makes me feel so
appreciated. Plus I like all the little extras things you do to
make me feel like a king."
I thought of how excited he became when I on his big
blue black nuts. I knew that was the kind of thing he was
referring too.
In a strange way, even though forced and subjugated,I had come
to admire and adore him a lot, but becoming his wife?
That was another question.
Nogutu proposed taking my wife's rings and having them
sized for me. I continued to be speechless as one proposal after
another by these surprised visitors and invaders overwhelmed me.
I was just getting over the shock of what my had done
to me, and now these were coming back into my life - our
lives. It was strange, but I was glad to see they had escaped
the revolution without harm. Even though Mojittu had beaten and
rapped me and took over my in Gyeria, I still couldn't help
but respect his strong dominant personality.
The Colonel had escaped with a considerable amount of money. He
bought a big house. He and my now live as husband and wife.
I have become their maidservant and nanny to their
children.
Nogutu and I were as he wanted. While I work as a
servant for the Colonel and my former wife, my loving black
husband manages the estate for Mogittu.
While things didn't turn out as expected, I've never the
less accepted my situation and have found happiness in being of
service to my new husband and the others in the household.
My new husband has several women - real women - on the side.
Some of which he brings home and has sex with in our bed, and
even has me suck their cunts clean afterwards. I, of course, as
his obedient and dutiful does whatever it takes to make and
keep him happy.
THE END
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