there no end to my nightmare? The digital clock on the wall was showing 9.30,
way past the time my first spell on the bed should finish. I was sweating
profusely, even though I was stark naked and the
window of the hotel room was wide open. The high humidity was also causing me
to feel nauseous and light headed.
reality was that the Wild Palm Resort was close to the equator and temperatures
usually rose into the high thirties by midday. It was wonderful weather for
sunbathing on the beach, or swimming in the tranquil seas, but not for being
bound and gagged in a stifling hot bedroom.
first six days of the holiday were an amazing experience, for I had never
travelled to such an exotic location before. Unfortunately, the vacation came to
an abrupt end when the Cross River Liberation Army
marched in and occupied the resort. In the blink of an eye, my world was turned
upside down, when I found myself enslaved by the rebels and forced to join their
alternative was death, in one form, or another, so I was left with no choice,
but to follow the orders of one sadistic, dominant officer, after another.
Needing a temporary corporal, to head a group they called the ‘bitch squad’,
Colonel Uthman gave the job to me.
Kabir brought me up to room 5 and showed me a naked black girl tethered to the
twin bars. I was horrified to recognize the teenager as Delilah, one of the
hotel’s waitresses. As corporal, I was tasked with preparing a roster, to make
sure the other six girls in the squad took turns to spend 24 hours, either in
bondage, or in the cage beside the bed.
officer’s morning meeting started at eight o’clock and ended at nine. So, a
girl had to be ready, tethered to the bars, for when they emerged from the
conference room. Unfortunately for myself and the other six girls in the ‘bitch
squad’, our holes had to be available to help the sadistic officers ‘unwind’
from their stressful meeting. With more than a dozen officers and NCOs in the
new army training camp, whoever was tethered to the bars was in for a torrid
situation changed drastically that morning, at the crack of dawn. Claire
Connery and I were marched to the entertainment office, where Sergeant Kabir
and Lieutenant Sanga were waiting to punish us. Our crime was fighting, the
previous evening, while eating our dinner on the bowling green. We nearly
caused a riot when about a hundred soldiers witnessed our argument; and amid the
tense atmosphere, demanded a ‘bitch fight’.
Sanga was furious, because he had to organize a fight between the two of us, to
quell the excited crowd of soldiers. So, he ordered the early trip to his office,
where both Claire and I were cruelly punished. After he had finished with us, I
was taken to room 5 and the Scottish bitch was taken back to the prison-like
being secured to the bars, I received the shock of my life when Peter turned up
and revealed that he was a member of the Cross River
Liberation Army. The threats he made were so terrible, I divulged some vital
information – codes to unlock a security wall. With the codes, he was able to
get access to reserve funds at the West African Bank in London, where we both
on my back, tethered to two bars crossing my body, I felt like a plucked
chicken, waiting to be slid into an oven; especially after being taunted with
such a fate on two separate occasions. I was distraught before the officers
arrived to shaft me, and ten times worse after they had finished with me.
total of six men came to the room during that hour, out of a possible twelve.
The others had probably heard that my twin orifices had been coated with chili
powder to intensify the punishment handed down by Lieutenant Sanga. Thankfully,
after four hours of mind-blowing agony, the effects of the ‘belly fire’ had almost
of the officers shafted my throat, but the final one chose my fiery quim and
caused less pain than the first visitor. Even though that part of the rebel’s
torturous treatment was easing, I was deeply depressed about being tricked by Peter.
was part of an elaborate plot to steal millions of pounds for weapons to fight
the rebel’s cause. He walked away with his information and showed no interest
in easing the pain and difficulties I was experiencing.
had to face up to the reality of my situation and try and survive long enough
to escape. Unfortunately, I was in one of the most isolated spots on the planet.
Having been used by Peter and abused by the rebels I felt totally abandoned – I
tears had dried up by the time the door finally swung open. It was Corporal
Briega and one of the soldiers who accompanied her earlier that morning. The
sullen girl was carrying a flexi baton, while the soldier carried a large
canvas bag. He placed the bag by the window and returned to Briega’s side.
pointed at me. “Release the bitch and get her on her feet.”
fastenings were metal and had keys that had to be unwound, so it took the young
man several minutes to release, first my ankles and wrists from the first bar,
then my upper arms and thighs from the second.
corporal was wearing a standard camouflaged khaki dress, khaki short socks,
heavy boots and maroon beret, the standard dress for a female NCO in the CRLA. She
had a curvy, solid figure and had the demeanour of a dedicated soldier. And,
even though her clothes were old and tatty, she was fit, young and as bright as
guessed that she was a native African from the region. Her mahogany skin colour
was vibrant and her large brown eyes were intense and intelligent.
Unfortunately, her pretty features had been spoiled by what looked like a
pattern of tiny tattooed lines fanning out from the sides of her nose and
across her chin. The tiny lines were almost identical to the other girl, a
sergeant, I had seen earlier, when Peter came in to extract the information
soldier, who was dressed in shorts and a short sleeve shirt, hauled me to my
feet and supported me, while the corporal stepped forward and removed the head
harness and ring gag.
“Ahhhhh,” I gasped with relief, finally free from the awful,
jaw stretching ring.
hours of torture in the entertainment office, and then another two attached to
the bars, had left me drained and dreadfully weak. So, when the soldier
released my arm, my legs nearly gave way. I swayed and just about kept my
go and shower. Be quick. Time is valuable,” the girl said in a strong
order was a relief, but I was anxious to know what she and the officers had in
store for me. “Wh… what’s going to happen to me,
face creased up. “Soldier, do as you’re told…”
wasn’t going to pass up the chance to shower the sweat and jiz off my body, so
I backed out from between the pair and hurried into the tiny shower room. The
officers who had fucked my throat had taken great delight in spurting some of
their jiz on my face and tits, so I was covered with the sticky substance.
“Aboya, hurry the bitch along. Give her a hand and make sure
her holes are clean…”
was bad enough being rushed, but to have a young guy helping me shower, added
insult to injury. I turned the water on and stooped to pick up the bar of soap.
“Gimme that…” came a growled command from behind me. I
turned and handed the soap over. “Put your hands on your knees and I’ll wash
gazed up at the six-foot plus, native African. “I can do it…” His hand shot out
and grabbed my neck. “Uhhhhh,” I gasped as he
tightened his grip.
thin stream of water continued to splatter onto my head, but it was a pathetic excuse
for a shower and only Aboya’s arm and hand were getting
if you don’t do as you’re told, we’re gonna put you
back on the bed. Are you missing those black cocks in your holes already?”
“Naaaa,” I gasped, shaking my head.
moment he released me, I bent forward and placed my hands on my knees. The
distress that had built and overwhelmed me, several times during the previous
four hours, surfaced again.
bitch…” He slapped my projecting ass and then began rubbing the hard bar of
carbolic soap all over my back.
stayed still while he moved down to my buttocks and slipped his hand between my
cheeks. He not only gave my orbs a good rub, but also delved into my orifices,
using a couple of soapy fingers. The lad, for he could have only been 19, or
20, spent an inordinate amount of time thrusting his huge fingers back and
forth. Another minute, or two and he would have had me rocking through an
he muttered, once he had withdrawn his digits. “Face me and clean your body.” I
took the soap and began rubbing it all over my skin. “Legs and feet as well…”
was being unnecessarily fussy, but at least I was cleaning my own body. The
unwanted spectator ogled my body and kept licking his lips as if I was a huge
slab of meat that he was about to devour. He reminded me to do my head and
arms, before he was happy and turned the water off.
straight to Corporal Briega…”
“Oooof!” I groaned, when his huge hand flew up and cuffed me
around the head.
went flying and thudded into the tiled wall.
pointed toward the bedroom. “Fucking move yourself, girl!”
plodded into the room, rubbing my ear and leaving a trail of water along the
ceramic tile floor. The young NCO was standing beside a sheet of black plastic and
looking out of the window.
turned and pointed to the sheet, which was brightly lit by morning sunshine
streaming through the large open window. “Stand in the middle, Ishimoto. Oboya is going to cover your body with black henna lotion.”
slowed and tried to gather myself to question what the pair were about to do to
me, but a shove in the back hurried me toward my fate. I stepped on the sheet
and made eye contact with the girl. My heart sank when I recognized her
determination to follow orders; and sensed that there was little point in
arguing with her.
this is going to be a daily ritual for you, so I don’t want to hear any
bitching.” She swished her baton through the air to make her point.
Aboya started to pull a pair of rubber gloves onto
long does the dye last, Ma’am?” I asked in as pathetic a voice as I could
was desperate to avoid any more pain, but it was almost impossible to ask the
rebels a question without receiving a backlash of abuse.
that’s a dumb question. Have you seen the Colonel’s third wife?”
was shocked to learn that he had three. “Er, yes I
took her six weeks. Mighty fine black skin on that girl, don’t you think?”
yes. She’s very beautiful.”
shut the fuck up and let Aboya do his job.”
guy had already scooped out a handful of the slimy, dark maroon balm. He
stepped onto the sheet and started to rub it into, first my back and then my
ass, legs and feet. He told me to stand in the ‘hands on the deck position’, so
he could coat my ass crack and pussy lips. He then made me stand with my hands
on my head, so he could do my neck and face.
desperately wanted to stop what was happening and avoid suffering yet another
abuse of my human rights. But, I was in the hands of a group of heartless and
sadistic rebel soldiers who answered complaints with violence and abuse. My
situation was hopeless, but my desire to stay alive had never been stronger.
The sea was my get out of jail free card. If I got half a chance, I would swim
along the coast to freedom. If…