CHAPTER 1: TAKEN AND PREPARED
In the very late 1890s, European countries were in a scramble to divide up African lands to reap what they anticipated would be riches in natural resources. It wasn’t long before these white colonizers established their secure compounds using black labor for their comforts and security. Soon after that, families arrived and all manner of Western civilization was being established, including schools for their white children, faithful in the belief that their way of life secured their right and safety.
It was one such school that decided to use trusted African men as guides for a school outing by canoes for a short distance down the river to explore the many wonders of this new and strange land for the young eyes of the white students.
It was a school outing that would change the lives of three 18-year-old students forever.
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Young students tried to wait patiently but were failing miserably, much to the disappointment of teachers who were used to strict discipline and attention within the confines of classrooms. However, outside and alongside the lazy-moving river with the expectation of floating over the water in search of the wonders of this strangely beautiful and exciting land known only as Africa, was just too much for the youngsters to bear. There were older students, of course, who stood by with bored and intolerant attitudes. Why they had to endure an outing with ‘children’ was beyond their understanding.
Three such young women were the oldest of the students at the small compound school built strictly for the white European families. Mary was one of them. She was a white young woman forced to endure a shared outing with children. At 18 years of age, long-haired, blonde, and with a trim 5′ 5″ body, she believed she should be assisting the other women, not babysitting children when teachers were already in attendance. Her best friends (her only friends in this small compound in the middle of primitive nowhere) were standing just as intolerantly as she was. Paula and Joan. They were all so similar in size and attitude. The results of Northern European descendants, no doubt.
They had already commandeered the last canoe in the line as theirs. The further they could be from the noise, the better. The canoes were fashioned from wood and were long. The three young women would easily fit with the two strong-looking Africans to paddle and guide the vessel. As the other canoes were finally getting filled with children and teachers and pushing off onto the water, the three delayed to give the others room. The two Africans seemed not to be in any hurry, either. Why would they, they thought? They knew the river, and they looked very capable of managing the simple trip. What they hadn’t noticed in their effort to appear above all the chaos was that these two Africans had separated themselves from the other guides and made sure this last canoe would be available and preferred by the three.
Mary nudged Paula, who nudged Joan. They ambled to the last canoe and the two African men. They were quite impressive men. So black skinned compared to their white skin, it seemed somehow exotic. Their bodies were strong in a sinewy way. All muscle without the bulk. There was also the taboo aspect. Whites didn’t mix with the blacks. That, of course, just added to the allure for the three to be alone with them, even if alone was only in a canoe moving down the river just some distance from the chaos and noise ahead.
As they approached the canoe, the men were taking a jug from the back of the canoe. They made a move as if to drink from it when they seemed to notice the approach of the young women. As so many of the Africans who work for the compound, they quickly deferred to them and offered the jug. They partially hid it behind them from the view of the compound as if it were something illicit. That, of course, was all the young women needed to want to drink from it with them. The jug was passed back and forth between the three for several long swallows as the fluid was rich and tangy, while tasting of something almost fruity.
The men seemed to want them in the canoe more quickly, suddenly. As Mary stepped one foot in the water to get into the canoe, she felt a slight bit of dizziness. Assuming it was only the rocking of the canoe, they quickly sat and noticed the other canoes just rounding a bend downriver. As the men pushed off and used strong strokes with the roughly hewed paddles, the sun and humid air seemed to intensify the drowsy feeling coming over her. She struggled to keep her eyes open and noticed both Paula and Joan sagging back and quiet. For the longest time, or the shortest time, for she wasn’t aware of any time, that was the last she remembered except for the gentle rocking of the canoe and the rhythmic dipping and stroking of the paddles.
When she became aware, Joan and Paula were still reclining. The river seemed narrower, the foliage closer than she had remembered it. There was no sight of the other canoes, and they seemed to be going upriver rather than down. She had to admit, she was still not sure she could discern much of anything with certainty. The other two soon woke, and the canoe glided to a sand bar. They asked where they were, and the men began describing the location of a herd of elephants they spotted. They could easily catch up with the other canoes, but the elephants were too enticing for them. They were offered more from the jug, and this time they each chugged large swallows of the liquid. It didn’t feel intoxicating, but amazingly relaxing and somewhat stimulating at the same time.
They dozed off again. When they awoke the next time, they were lying next to a fire. It was dark. The two Africans, who spoke some of their language from working at the compound, informed them that they were getting close and to sleep. They would need their strength tomorrow, they were told. They were given more of the liquid, which they were greedily drinking now without hesitation or concern. They were in the middle of … God only knew where … and for some reason they had no concerns. The men brought blankets from the canoe, and they slept.
The next morning, they were awakened with the first light. Some fish was cooking on the fire, and they ate while sitting in the dirt next to the dying fire. Their clothes were dirty from sleeping in the dirt and sweating under the hot sun the day before. Somewhere in the back of Mary’s mind, she wondered why it was taking so long to find the other canoes. Surely, they hadn’t kept the little children out overnight, too.
Some time after pushing off, they encountered a rapid of churning water over boulders and small falls. The two Africans left the long canoe and guided them over an almost invisible path around the churning water. Once they reached the top, they found three more African men and two smaller canoes. These three Africans were naked except for elaborate tattoos on their upper bodies and upper arms. Their cocks held the attention of the three young women. Three naive white European young women with little prior experience with boys, except for sneaking kisses. Their only reference was anatomy books that depicted cocks as five or six inches long. These hung between their legs and seemed much bigger, maybe double that. If their staring bothered the new men, they gave no indication. One of the Africans from the first canoe remained with the women. It seemed these new Africans spoke no language they could discern, but used sounds that made no sense.
Before they continued with these new canoes, they were given a new liquid to drink. Again, they didn’t hesitate. This one was thicker and lacked the tangy taste, and was more fruity, which seemed to encourage their consumption of it. Shortly after the canoes were pushed off from the sand, Mary was already beginning to feel a tingling sensation spreading over her body. She was alone in the lead canoe with the one who could speak and a naked African behind her. The one who spoke some of they language used a chanting of reassurances about arriving soon, though soon seemed to be an endless journey ahead.
At the next stop, they were again given more of the liquid. Mary chugged more without thought, and the warm, tingling feelings spread over me rapidly. She spoke quietly to Joan and Paula.
“How do you feel?” she asked. They looked at her puzzled, as if the words she spoke, clearly were confusing. “I mean your body.”
Paula nodded, suddenly aware of her meaning. “I feel all … I don’t know … warm and …”
“Warm and aroused,” Joan inserted. “Remember the feeling when we were kissing those boys back home and they began feeling us?”
Mary nodded. That was it. That was the feeling.
One of the new Africans walked past, his long cock swinging as he did. “I never knew cocks could be so big,” Mary gushed in as quiet a voice as she could and still be heard.
“They aren’t shy about it, are they?” Joan exclaimed. “I wonder what it would be like to live like that?”
“And to have a cock like that to love,” Paula said and blushed as soon as it came out of her mouth. But they all agreed. Although their situation seemed off and possibly wrong, they had no fight in them to object.
When they started, again, she purposely sat facing backwards. She was facing the new African and could easily gaze on his long cock hanging between his thighs as he knelt in the back of the canoe with his knees spread for balance. She would never have believed a cock could be so long.
When she looked up, finally, from his cock up to his face, he smiled at her. She found herself smiling back. When she looked back down, his cock had stiffened a bit and seemed even longer. Her breathing was quickening, and she was perspiring. Her shirt was wet with perspiration.
Hours later, they stopped again. The Africans talked while the young women drank more of the new liquid. Before they set off, again, to a destination they were not sure of at all, the four men came to them and stood facing them as they faced them. The one who could speak our language translated for the other Africans.
One man went to build a fire. Once it was strongly burning, he returned.
“You will be arriving at their village soon, but first you must be prepared.”
the three stood blankly for several moments before they looked at each other, but equally blankly. They weren’t finding any help from each other. Finally, Mary blurted out, “What do you mean we are going to their village? Aren’t we going back to the compound? What do you mean by ‘prepared’?”
The three naked Africans were watching them intently, but also talking among themselves and to the other African as if there might be some language confusion with the one from the compound.
He was listening intently but with confusion as the naked Africans gestured and talked. “You must be naked so you can be prepared.” He stopped and listened more. “Have you ever been with a man?” Been with a man? “Sex,” he said, insisting. “Have you had sex with a man?” Mary shook her head, and the talking continued. “They say that is why you must be prepared. So, take off your clothes.” They stood still. Stunned? Mary wasn’t sure they even felt that. More like numb. There was something inside them not wanting to comply, while their full attention now was on the three long cocks in front of them.
As if that caused a connection, “What are you three feeling now? What do you desire?”
For some reason, Mary was the one replying, but Joan and Paula were nodding to everything she said. For a split second, she was in serious thought, then she blurted it out. “Horny. Aroused. Those cocks.” Mary looked to the others, shocked by what came out of her mouth, but they were staring at those cocks, too.
“Take your clothes off and put them in the fire,” came the instruction more forcefully. And they complied.
Mary was unbuttoning her shirt and pushing down her shorts until she was naked. “The shoes, too,” came the next command. They sat in the sand and pulled them off, too. Everything went into the fire. Their only clothes were burning. They were naked without clothes and standing before four Africans, three of whom were equally naked. Why were they naked? Why were they going to the village?
“Why?” Mary asked belatedly. “Why are we going to their village?”
“You three were chosen. In their village, none of the women can get pregnant. You three were chosen.”
Mary considered that for a moment. Was she really considering that, or was it just taking that time for it to settle into her? She turned to the other two, “We were chosen to get pregnant for their village.” It was an unemotional statement. It received an unemotional nod from her two friends.
“But,” Mary tried forming an objection, “we’ve never even had sex.” It sounded kind of weak even to her ears.
“That is why you must be prepared before going into the village. There will be a ceremony of the entire village and you will be bred by all the men. That is why you must be prepared.”
As though that settled that, he went to the canoe and brought back three blankets, which were spread on the bare ground. Mary watched the blankets being spread out in a very detached way. Her mind was still working through the haze and fuzziness the liquid most certainly was producing for their complacency and aroused state of mind and body.
They were about to be fucked by those long cocks so they can be bred by a village of men in front of the entire village? Her mind swirled in the thought of it. Her mind was buzzing with what was happening, but her body was already committed. Her nipples were hard nubs, and she could feel her body so aroused that all she could think about was that big cock, that long cock, that thick cock. Thinking about it … inside her. Her first cock would be a monster.
One of the African’s stepped forward and took hold of her arm and led her to a blanket. He took her hand and put it on his cock, his cock that swelled thick and longer in her grasp. He released Mary’s arm and pointed to the blanket. She lay down and opened her legs. They were talking with the one from the compound.
“Open your legs wide, he says.” Mary’s were already open, but she opened them even wider. Then she raised her knees and splayed them. Her hips involuntarily raised and settled back down. Her entire body was on fire. Her breathing was coming faster. She stared at his cock, his hard cock pointing at her pussy as he knelt between her legs. More talk. “He says you are going to save his tribe. You are going to bring children to them, and the tribe will live on. The tribe will rejoice in your gift.”
He leaned over her, supporting himself on one hand. The other was guiding his cock to her pussy. Mary gasped when the head touched her pussy lips. She raised her head to look down her body and strained to raise her shoulders to see even better as the very black cock pressed a bit harder against her white body, her sparse, fine blonde pubic hair doing nothing to obstruct the view. She glanced up at the man leaning over her, but his full attention and concentration were on his cock poised to enter her. Only when the head of his cock parted her lips and began to spread the hole into her pussy did his gaze shift to her face. She tensed, too. The little they were taught about that area was that the first time could produce pain and blood if the hymen was intact, but his cock slid inside with only some pain. All the horse riding they had done at the academy back home had done the work, instead.
She looked from his face, which reflected some tenderness, to the cock just entering her. The head sank in, and it seemed to stretch her pussy more and more. She put a hand on his shoulder, and he paused. She just needed a moment. He remained poised but unmoving as her pussy adjusted to the invasion.
It was clear that he had no interest in hurting her, but he had a job to do, as crazy as that job seemed to her. She removed her hand from his shoulder and nodded to him. He smiled and pressed his cock a bit harder, and more sank into her pussy.
“Oh … my … God …” Mary gasped as more pressed into her body. She heard similar gasps and moans from nearby, knowing they were coming from her friends. Three white girls are being fucked for the first time out in the wilds of Africa. “Oh … yesssss …” Mary gasped. “Oh, yes … yes, yes.”
It was wrong. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. Marriage. This was supposed to happen with the husband. But it wasn’t happening that way, and her body jolted with sensations that couldn’t be described well enough in a book.
She was gazing into his face as he pulled his cock back and thrust more into her, over and over, and deeper and deeper. Then, his cock bumped her deep inside. She strained her neck and shoulders again. She had to see. The cock was so long. How much was inside her?
He pressed and pressed. Bump, bump inside her with minor discomfort as he pressed harder. She watched his black cock pulled back, shiny with her juices, then thrust back inside and bump her deep inside. There was a couple of inches remaining to enter her, and he seemed fully determined to do so.
“Oh God, ysssss,” she gasped, the feelings rising inside her becoming overwhelming. She gazed into his eyes, and they held each other’s gaze as his hips thrust his cock smoothly in and out. Her knees were rising and falling in unnecessary movement, but it was a simple bodily response. Her arms rose and encircled his neck, and she pulled their bodies together as he continued thrusting into her.
“OH … GODDDDDD!” she exclaimed as her first orgasm ever crashed over her. As her body shook and her mouth gasped and panted for breath, he continued thrusting into her tight pussy, which was now spasming around his cock. He grunted with the effort to continue. “OH GOD … OH GOD … OHHHH … YESSSSSSS!” she screamed into the afternoon sunlit space.
And still he thrust into her. Her orgasm apparently subsiding, his continual fucking kept her arousal steady at the peak of another. She clutched her body to his as his cock bumped, bumped, bumped deep inside. She had no strength or interest to separate our bodies and look to see how much was going inside her. As long as there was that bumping inside, there was more to fuck into her.
Another orgasm was crashing over her when she felt his entire body against hers in tense with effort. Then, she felt his cock inside her seem to swell and pulse in her clenching, tight pussy. When his cock finally spewed his cum into her unprotected pussy and womb, she shuddered, and another orgasm exploded. Her cries of delight and wonder filled the air around them all.
The man collapsed on top of her, her arms encircling not only his neck but his back. Her hands stroking over his sinewy, muscled body glistening with the perspiration of his effort, their bodies easily sliding against each other as a result. She muttered things he wouldn’t understand, and he did the same.
He released himself from her grasp and separated his body from her, but his cock was still buried deep inside her, leaking the last of his cum. They gazed into each other’s eyes. He said something softly to her as he eased his spent cock from her pussy until it finally slipped out, and she could feel cum and her own juices leaking out. She smiled up at him and nodded to whatever it was he tried to convey.
Mary raised herself to her elbows and looked to the side, where her friends lay covered by the men who had just fucked them. They looked to be at the same peace about what had happened as she was. Her mind might still linger on a fuzzy concept that made this wrong, but every fiber of her body wouldn’t believe it. A rational mind would recognize that they had been drugged into this, but there was nothing rational about how they could possibly be relating to what was happening.
The African who had just provided her first fuck stood between her splayed legs and extended his hand. He assisted her up and she stumbled into his body. She didn’t fight it. her body was sapped of strength, and he was so strong and solid. Her body pressed against his felt so good, and she pressed her breasts firmly into his chest, and she could feel his softening cock against her abdomen. He led her to the river and they walked into it to her hips. His hand washed her lower body and between her legs, which she willingly spread for him, her eyes watching his black hand on her body.
Mary glanced around as she sensed something missing. The man from the compound was nowhere to be seen, and one of the canoes was missing. Her friends and she were alone somewhere in the wilds of Africa with these three African men, and they were naked. She looked to her friends, again. They, too, were being washed between their legs and abdomen. They each looked back at Mary eventually, and they shared smiles.
They were here. However they became here and whatever was to come, they weren’t resisting as the men began now washing up over their breasts. Mary felt a new surge of arousal. Her hands on his chest, she found them caressing and stroking him. She looked down at his cock, and one hand slid over his body to again grasp it, and it seemed to stiffen slightly in her hand. She began washing him as he stood motionless, her hands dipping into the water and moving over his definitely hardening cock. She washed up his abdomen and chest until she pressed her aroused body against his, and reached up for a kiss that was intended to be unlike any she had ever wanted to give to another. This wasn’t a tentative kiss of experimentation with a boy but a heartfelt and passion-driven expression of new need given to a man responding in the same way.
He led her back to the blanket and fucked her again. That time, she knew his cock was fully inside her when she no longer felt that bumping deep inside. She had every inch of his cock inside her, and that was where she wanted it.
Tags: Ch. 01, Taken for breeding