2 comments/ 39862 views/ 28 favorites African Skye By: KnottLynnHardey Opening her eyes Skye Johnson knew who and where she was for the first time in days. She was in Africa, in a small village working as a missionary. And she had caught some horrible bug. The room in her private hut was dark and she felt hollowed out, but she was happy to feel whole and sane. Lying still for a moment she reviewed her body and found she could move. Finally she had the strength to sit up. Pulling back the covers she smelled the stench of her illness wafting up at her. She had been confined to this bed for a week and was rank with sweat and vomit and other fluids she didn't want to think about. She needed to bathe. Desperately. Feebly she dressed herself and set off in the predawn gloom to go to the river and clean herself. She had been here in Africa for a little over two weeks and had two more to go. Her great rebellion before going off to college. Skye was eighteen years old and had been home-schooled by her overly protective parents. She had never had a boyfriend and never been kissed. It hadn't been a priority for her. She was focused on becoming a doctor and changing the world. Her parents had thought her insane when she told them her plan to come to Africa to be a missionary. But Skye knew this was where she belonged. The privilege she came from meant she owed the world some true humanitarian work. At least that was how she saw it. Today, however, she was regretting her decision greatly, she felt terrible. Keenly aware that her white skin, blonde hair and blue eyes were a novelty here, and that as an American she was considered sexually promiscuous she made great pains to walk a long way from the usual bathing areas the locals used. Her mother had raised Skye to be modest, yet part of her was aware that she was pretty. She wasn't blind. She saw the way men looked at her, and her fearful mother had been terrified that Skye was going to be raped the second she landed in Africa. Now that Skye was here in the village she smiled to think of her mother's fears. There were almost no men in the village. Old men or young boys were all that remained. The rest were off fighting in the endless war. The rules were that she should never leave the village alone, but no-one else was even awake when she finally found herself clearheaded after six days of delirium. She had been sleeping so much and sick for so long that all she wanted was to wash the filth from her skin. So she had gathered her things and wandered down the river to find a secluded spot to wash the stench of illness from her skin. The sun had been creeping slowly over the horizon as she slipped into the cool refreshing water. Skye knew enough to choose a spot with fast moving water, so no unwanted parasitic visitors would invade her body. The water was cool from the night, but the air was already growing warm and the sun was not yet fully over the horizon. The bliss as she scrubbed her skin and washed her hair had been heavenly. Days of illness had carved the baby fat from her limbs and torso and her already athletic frame seemed too skinny to her now. Skye shaved her legs and had the urge to go running, her favorite self-indulgence, and one she had been unable to do for the last week, but she was still too weak. She shaved her armpits and gloried in massaging soap into her skin. Using tiny scissors she trimmed her golden pubic hair back to a manageable level. Her illness left her abdominals showing through her skin, and she could feel that her breasts, already small, were even smaller. Skye hated how small her breasts were. They had been a B cup, barely, but now she thought them to be an A. She had sighed as she rubbed her diminished mounds with soap. Then she heard gunfire coming from the village. Panicked she stayed in the water, huddled under the surface, her face only out because she had to breath. The gunfire went on for a little while, sporadic bursts of automatic weaponry, screams and painful cries splitting the air. Then profound silence. Skye knew next to nothing about the politics of the situation in this region of Africa, other than there were numerous tribes here who were all fighting for supremacy over the rich resources available in the mountains. There were so many little tribes grouped together in ever-changing allegiances that even those from America who did try and follow the political lines were confused. Skye however made no such attempt. She was here as a good Christian girl to lend aid to the women and children whose lives were being torn apart by this war. Shivering from fear and cold Skye badly wanted to put some clothing on, but that would mean scrambling naked out of the water while enemy soldiers were nearby. Skye had scoffed in her head at her mother's fears of Skye being raped, but now that she was near a battle, naked and so very alone she suddenly worried that her mother might have been right. Slowly Skye got out of the water and tip-toed to her clothes. She quickly dried off and put on her panties, bra, shorts, t-shirt and with great relief her socks and hiking shoes. Fully clothed she felt infinitely better. She pulled her long blonde hair back into a ponytail and gathered her towel and toiletries into her bag and crept back toward the village. The ominous silence that blanketed the area terrified her. Even the many strange animal cries and insect hums she was starting to get used to were missing in the wake of the gunfire. Skye crept back along the road that meandered through the thick jungle, back toward the village when she suddenly came face to face with a group of armed men. She didn't know them, but she didn't know any men of fighting age. These men were armed with a motley collection of rifles and machine guns, dressed in all manner of clothes from t-shirts to fatigues and she had no way of knowing if they were hostile or friendly. The two parties stood staring at each other for a second, eyes wide, then one of the men raised an empty hand and gestured toward Skye while speaking in the musical, but unintelligible to her language of the land. The men all began to surround her, guns held low. They were glancing outward assessing the threat in the surrounding jungle. Skye was terrified. Who were they and why were they surrounding her. She stepped to one side as if to let them pass, but they adjusted to keep her in the middle of the group. There were six of them and she felt flushed and sweaty thinking about them caging her in their midst. Impulsively, before even she knew she was going to do it, Skye bolted. She ran away from the village down the road deeper into the jungle. Skye was fast. She had been an avid runner her whole life. She loved the feeling of her body moving through space as fast as she could make it go, but today there was no pleasure, just pure fear. Sprinting through the dark jungle she forced herself to hit a pace much faster than her illness-ravaged body wanted her to go. Her lungs protested, her legs trembled and her head swam with the urge to faint. She hadn't eaten anything solid in days. Before she had gone a mile she fell down exhausted. There was no-one immediately behind her. As soon as she could Skye crawled into the dense verge beside the road and hid herself in a thick covering of shrubs and drooping leaves. Seconds later she heard someone running down the road. A man sprinted past her hiding place, his pace excellent. He was a runner too; she could see that right away. Soon another passed. Then two more. Then came a pause and finally the last two men jogged along the road her way. Skye had found some strength now and hoped they would move past her so she could jog back to the village and see who was still alive. But they didn't. It was her bright golden hair that gave her away. It was too foreign here and one of them spotted it gleaming in an errant spill of sunlight as the day dawned bright and clear. He shouted for his companion to stop and pointed right at Skye. The two men stood on the road and looked where she hid. One spoke firmly and gestured for her to come out. She was too terrified to comply. The other one came in after her. He gripped Skye's arm in a tight hold and helped her to her feet, then pulled her from the jungle and out onto the road. Then the two of them stood looking at her with blank stares. What were they thinking? Skye had no actual sexual experience to draw from, just the Romance novels she had read all through her teens. Tales of women being taken as prisoners and forced into compromising positions with handsome roguish pirates or thieves. Held in the grip of an ebony man in the hidden depths of a primeval jungle had her mind racing with unformed ideas of what rape would be like. Skye understood the biology of intercourse, and had seen a few pornographic videos online and so she had a mental picture of a man's penis entering a woman's vagina, but in actual fact she couldn't imagine an actual live penis going into that tiny opening she had between her legs. It was so foreign and unlikely that she simply couldn't wrap her brain around it. Except it was suddenly all she could think about. Looking at her two sweating captors, dappled sunlight glancing off the hard planes of their faces as they stared at her, she felt faint. Their stoic glares made her uncomfortable. The emotionlessness of their expressions filled her with dread and a warm flushed feeling. What were they thinking? Her mother's voice echoes in her head. "They are thinking about raping you. Violating your body and using you for their twisted pleasure." Skye hated hearing that voice, and the ideas it planted in her fertile imagination. The men spoke to each other and seemed to be deciding what to do? Skye wanted to run away again, but she found herself too weak. Sweat seeped out of every pore as her body tried to cool itself from her mad dash through the jungle. She couldn't breathe deeply enough to satisfy her starving lungs. She felt thirsty, hungry and fragile. The men seemed to agree on a plan and started to walk down the road the way their companions had gone, believing they were chasing Skye. Away from the village. Skye protested and tried to pull her arm away. "No!" The man gripped her harder and braced against her efforts to disengage. The other man spoke to her, his words unintelligible and rapid. He pointed back to the village and then lifted his gun and mimed shooting. Skye was terrified. Would he shoot her if she tried to go back? He then pointed down the road the way he wanted to go and gestured for her to follow. He set off and the man holding her arm tightly pulled her after him. She was being kidnapped. In a few minutes they reunited with more of the group and soon all six men were once more surrounding her. Skye was trapped, the prisoner of strangers deep in dangerous territory. She gazed around her at the men, and the jungle. The men were each lean and wiry with tribal scarification on their faces, marking them as from the same tribe. They even looked vaguely like each other, as if cousins and brothers. They had short tightly curled hair, broad foreheads decorated with scars made as they entered manhood and passed other rites she had no idea the meanings of. They had broad noses and high, sharp cheekbones. Most of them had thin lips, but one man had thick pouty lips that would look good on a woman. Their bodies were gristly and hard with lean, sinewy muscle. Only one man, the man with bigger lips had any real meat on his bones, and he was far from fat, just more rounded than the others. Now that they were close, and her fear not so blinding Skye realized that they weren't large men, most only a couple inches taller than her five foot five. Still even the way they moved she could tell they were much stronger than her. There was a feline grace to them as they moved down the road that made her think of dancers. Skye found herself looking closely at the bodies of these men. Her imagination had them naked and looming over her ready to treat her as a sex slave. She felt faint at the concept of being used by these men. Her mind wouldn't let go of the image of her looking up at them, their shadowy, unclear penises towering over her. Black men had big penises didn't they? And they hated white people, and lusted after white women didn't they? She had so little knowledge of the ways of these strangers that she couldn't conceive of what they were going to do to her. She reviewed all the scant knowledge she had of self defense. Hadn't she read someplace that rapists grew more aroused if you fought them off? She was sure her mother had mentioned that if you just went along with it the rapist would likely lose interest and leave you alone. It was the struggle they desired. It was about power not lust. Did that mean doing everything they wanted? No matter how degrading? As the day grew brighter and much warmer Skye's imagination took her hither and yon creating varying scenarios where she was forced to do the most lewd, disgusting things to please these men. The problem being she had little idea what lewd things people did together. She's seen a video of a woman on her knees sucking penis after penis until the men had spilled their sperm onto the woman's face. Was that what they would make her do? That image had been burned onto young Skye's psyche. She had often dreamed of it and awoken with her hand between her legs her hips bucking as she had a nocturnal climax. It was an image she could never shake. Was that going to happen to her now? Her body grew warmer and slippery with the idea. She could feel that same tingly pleasure building between her legs and she felt intense shame when she realized what was happening. She was growing horny. Her mortification knew no bounds. How on earth could she be aroused by the idea of these men using her as a sex slave? Was this a survival mechanism? Was this the Stockholm syndrome she had heard about? After an hour of walking, and mentally tormenting herself Skye was desperate to know what was going to happen to her. The not knowing was driving her crazy. Now she was thinking about them making her crawl on fours and let them take her like a dog on the hard packed earth of this dirt track. This had to end. Just when she thought she would lose her mind the men spoke to each other and stopped. They chose a clearing near the river, or at least a river, she couldn't tell if it were the same one from by the village. They pulled out tin cups and hunched down by the river and scooped running water to drink. Her captor released her and eyed her speculatively, curious to see her reaction to sudden freedom. Too stunned and weak to move she simply stood staring at the men drinking from the river. Skye's mouth grew drier seeing them drinking water and when one offered her a cup she took it quickly and guzzled the whole thing immediately. Then she bent down and scooped more from the river. After her second cup she felt the gaze of the men on her. Looking at them from the corner of her eye she saw that all of them were watching her nosily slurp water like a mad woman. Trying to slow down and behave like a civilized person Skye drank more carefully. Still they stared at her. Suddenly she intuited that they were assessing her sexually. She was squatting with her legs wide, her long, thin neck exposed as she drank. Was this a suggestive position? She felt it might be. At least in her mind's eye she resembled the woman in the video kneeling before all those engorged penises, her head tilted up submissively, her face drizzled in semen. Soon she realized that they were indeed watching, but only somewhat, some had other interests. A few of the men pulled out a variety of food items from pouches and backpacks and began to eat. A light snack, it seemed to Skye, but her mouth began to water just looking at the small items. Should she ask for some? Could she even communicate that much, her mime skills had improved greatly since coming to Africa, but they were far from good. There was usually much laughter and misunderstanding when she tried to communicate ideas to the women of the village. She was saved from humiliating herself when one of the men offered her a banana. She gratefully accepted and began to eat. The avid interest the men showed as she ate the fruit transformed the otherwise benign object into something phallic. Skye flushed embarrassed as she realized she was feeding the sexuality of the moment by putting her mouth around the tubular object and eating. Was that what they were thinking or was it all in her head? Her warm skin blushed furiously as she quickly ate, trying to be as unsexy as she could. Sex was so prominently on her mind however that she felt utterly exposed. Her t-shirt was clinging to her sweaty body; accentuating her physique and making her feel naked. Her shorts were simple hiking shorts but her legs seemed lewdly exposed in this context, the tanned skin enticing and provocative. Trying to be as small and covered as she could, Skye huddled around herself and allowed the water and banana to settle in her churning stomach. Soon the men stood and began to prepare to hike some more. Skye dreaded arriving where they were going. In her mind's eye she was going to some cave to be a sex slave forevermore, chained and molested night after night, over and over. Her body walked down the road but Skye's mind was already in that cave, she was naked, her skin glistening in flickering firelight. From the gloom of her imagination her kidnappers emerged naked, but ill-defined in Skye's naïve fantasy. Light played off the wiry muscles of her captors in secretive caresses, the deep brown of their skin blending with the shadows of the cavern. Soon they grew close enough for her to see their prominent erections thrust out before them. Skye was terrified of the size of those members, the large black erections seemed as big as the men's arms. Skye looked at each man in front of her on the road and found a face for each of the shadowy figures in her imagination. One by one she gave identity to the men in her mind who reached for her in that fantastical cavern. Using the long walk to refine the ordeal in her mind Skye took all morning to carefully fill in as many details of her nightmare as possible. It wasn't something she wanted to see; the perfect angle of shoulder that the Tall One had when he adjusted his rifle in his hand, or how he stroked his hypothetical penis in her vision. Skye didn't desire to know what the Muscular One's abdominals looked like when he impulsively jumped up and caught hold of a branch, swinging himself once, twice and then jumping nimbly to the ground. But since she know did she was now able to overlay them onto the body of an imaginary man standing in front of her with his phallus pointed right at her face. A loose, wobbly feeling overtook her. Skye felt lightheaded, dry mouthed and short of breath. Was this another round of her illness? Her lower abdomen felt loose and a slick, wet, sweatiness was sloshing around between her legs. Has she peed herself while walking? That would be mortifying. Shaken from her reverie by another halt in the long trudge Skye shook her head and saw the men standing around her looking at the girl in their midst. Skye suddenly realized she had moaned and she had one hand between her legs. She was clutching her sex in her hand. Skye had become so engrossed in her fantasy that she had forgotten where she was and was touching her burning sex. It seemed preferable to have them to think she had to pee so she pointed to the jungle and did a little dance to mime having to go to the bathroom. African Skye The men smiled and looked around at each other. No one seemed to be in charge, but one guy shrugged and jerked his head toward the jungle Skye had pointed to. Immediately Skye moved to the press of rubbery leaves and prepared to enter the canopy of foliage, but one of the men moved ahead of her and used a machete to slice through the wall of green. His slash opened a small opening in an almost impenetrable wall of leaves and fronds. He stepped into the space and slashed again. One slash at a time he carved a path into the jungle then after ten feet he stopped and made room for Skye, who had followed behind a ways, who was in turn followed by another man. It appeared she was not to be left alone. The moment she entered the jungle the heat and humidity seemed to double. The plants held the heat, and the moisture came off of them in waves. Instantly she was as wet as if she had jumped into the river. It was hard to breath and her clothes felt like thick blankets of heavy damp materiel. The smell was much stronger here as the plants died and rotted on the jungle floor, giving rise to new life which reached for the sun in a desperate bid for existence. Skye reached the little area that the one wearing a Micky Mouse shirt had slashed in the jungle. She had to squeeze past him to get by, their soaking wet bodies pressed close, his muscles hard and rigid as she pressed against him to reach the last bit of open area he had carved. Sure that either one of them could have made more room for the other Skye wondered what was going to happen when she went to the bathroom. Was he going to stand there watching? Briefly she considered running into the jungle, but the thick press of plant life would have slowed her, making it hard to see very far at all, which would hide her, but she would make too much noise and leave such a clear path behind her that she opted not to bother trying. It was a futile effort. So Skye simply undid her shorts and prepared to try and pee. Micky Mouse stepped back a foot or so, and turned his back. Then he undid his own pants and began to pee into the jungle. When Skye squatted, pulling her shorts and panties down her legs she felt a rush of air caress her genitals and it felt soothing to the tingling burning she felt down there. The distracting throbbing she felt all around her vulva was strange. She had never felt anything quite like it. Had she gotten bitten by a bug when she was in the river? The whole area was dripping wet, but so was most of her body. When she touched herself tentatively she felt an ache fulfilled. The soothing caress of her fingers eased her discomfort somewhat and she gave a tentative rub all around the area. When she brushed her clit she trembled and hissed in air as pleasure bloomed in her core like nothing she had ever felt before. Looking over to see if she had drawn any attention to herself Skye saw Micky Mouse standing close, the stream of urine he was aiming into the jungle close to her head, no more than two feet from her. His penis was right there. If she had tried she could have touched it, but she couldn't see it because of how he was turned away. As she thought of this her fingers roamed around her throbbing sex and Skye finally realized just how aroused she was. That was the tingling in her crotch, sexual desire. What was wrong with her? Was she hoping these men would rape her? "Would it even be rape?" her mother's voice whispered in her head. With her fingers lightly dancing over her nether lips Skye felt a trembling tension building inside her body, a need, growing and driving her to distraction. Sweat poured from her body, every part of her that fluid could gather on had droplets of perspiration on it. Her nose, her chin, her arms the backs of her legs, her buttocks and her sex were all running with drops of sweat. It cascaded off of her body constantly making her slick and slippery. She wanted someone's hands to slide around on her skin, taking away the moisture, and massaging the tickles from her flesh. When Mickey Mouse tucked his penis away once more Skye tried to see it, but he hid it from her view. He then cleared his throat and said something to the men crowded nearby on the other side. Skye hadn't peed, she didn't need to, her body required all the moisture she had. Reluctantly the young woman pulled her soaking wet panties back up her legs and stood to pull her damp shorts up as well. It was difficult to do, her thighs were so wet. As the group filed back out onto the road Skye felt immense relief to be out of the jungle and back onto the road, which now seemed blessedly cool. Skye was thirsty, scared and distractingly horny. This confused her terribly and she needed to figure out what was going on inside her jumbled up mind. She said, "Wait." As the men began to move off. She pulled her sopping wet shirt from her skin and pointed to a tin cup hanging off the backpack of Smiley the one who grinned at her all the time. They understood immediately and Smiley pulled off his pack and took a water bottle out, pouring her a cup. As Skye gratefully drank the others all settled in for a water break as well. Some of the men who were not already shirtless peeled their soaking wet shirts off of their lean torsos and Skye felt even more passion welling in her stomach at the sight of so muscular flesh. After a second cup of water she handed Smiley back his cup and then he too drank. All six of the men were now shirtless and Skye felt weak in the knees looking at them. The Muscular One reached out and tugged the hem of Skye's shirt, lightly lifting the saturated garment from her skin. He spoke softly, knowing she didn't understand, and then grinned at his friends. Some smiled back, others looked intently blank, as if they were trying not to show what they felt. Lifting her shirt a bit higher, exposing her flat stomach, Muscular One twisted the bottom of her shirt and squeezed out some drops of her sweat from the sopping materiel. He chuckled at the amount and released it leaving the cotton formed into a unicorn horn of wet cloth. Then he rubbed his hands down his own well defined torso and smiled broadly at his freedom to go shirtless. Skye stood looking at him, frozen by the mix of wanting to take her clothes off and be free, and the fear of what might happen if she were naked. There was a palpable tension in the air. The men all seemed to either be watching her or studiously not watching her. Skye had no idea what was expected of her, or what the normal thing to do would be. What would a native woman of their culture do? Could she behave that way if she did know? Muscular One smiled and gestured for her to lift her shirt off. Skye stood looking at him fearfully, wondering if he was being flirtatious, demanding or joking. Grumpy, the one she was most afraid of stood up and walked over, his eyes locked on Skye's, and he spoke in low tones to Muscular One. The exchange was hard to follow because Grumpy held her eyes lazily, like he wasn't really talking to anyone but her. Yet he spoke back and forth quietly with Muscular One, who seemed to understand the need to be quiet. Were they keeping what they were saying from the others? Was there danger nearby she hadn't picked up on? Then she saw Muscular One relax a bit and Grumpy's eyes roamed over her body. It was a quick glance but Skye saw it. Then he did it again and didn't care that she saw him do it. He nodded his head at her as he spoke and the look of disdain in his eyes was clear. He was angry at Skye for some reason. His eyes left hers long enough this time as they gazed at her body that she flicked a look at Muscular One who looked eagerly at Grumpy, as if hoping Grumpy would give him permission to do something bad. Skye saw it then, clearly. The men were deciding whether to rape her here and now on this road in the middle of the jungle or wait until they got her wherever they were taking her. Grumpy looked away at last as he spoke to Muscular One and lifted his hand seeming to gesture at Skye's clothes or her body. Then he looked behind him at the other men and pointed at all of them, then at her. They seemed to be deciding what order they would take her in. Skye trembled at the prospect. She admitted to herself that she had been aroused by the imaginings from earlier, but now that the moment seemed to be here she was terrified. Skye didn't want to do this, but she wanted to avoid a gang rape and thought giving them what they wanted, at least in part, might save her from that horrible fate. With visions of that woman from the internet in her mind Skye reached down and pulled her shirt hem up exposing her belly. Both men froze, looking at her. Quickly, before she could change her mind, Skye pulled her top all the way off, the cotton of the t-shirt clinging to her skin but leaving her cooler as it reluctantly peeled off. When she had her face exposed once more and her shirt in her hands she saw all the men go completely still as they gazed at her exposed body. With numb fingers she dropped her shirt blindly on the ground as she stared into Grumpy's eyes. His expressionless face was carved from stone as she reached between her breasts with both hands and fumbled with her bra clasp. Breathing shallowly and rapidly Skye trembled from head to foot, her fear and desire at war inside her petite frame. How could a woman so new to adulthood, so alone in the world have to make this decision she thought to herself. Her fingers finally unclipped the clasp and the cups of her bra swung loose from confining her breasts. Her hands were cupped before her bosom as if in prayer when her bra fell away from her nipples. The rosy tips peeked out from between her bicep and forearm shyly. Grumpy gazed down at her nudity and his stony face trembled in some emotional reaction that he violently suppressed by gritting his teeth. Around the circle the men behind Skye whispered to each other and began to move around to the front to see the show. Skye reached up over her own shoulder and brushed her bra strap off over her arm. Pulling her left arm through the strap she let it fall to the side, her entire left breast now bared to all. Letting her right hand trail across her skin Skye pulled the other cup down letting the strap fall off her arm and dropping the bra at her feet, her arms now both at her side, her chest exposed for the first time to any man. Six men. Six strangers in the middle of the jungle. And her plan was to try not to get raped. Skye dropped to her knees startling Grumpy and the rest. Before she could change her mind Skye reached for his belt and pulled him closer. Then she used her other hand to undo his zipper and reach in to touch his penis. Skye felt lightheaded and out of control, it was as if someone else were controlling her body. Her hand was curled around a man's flaccid penis in the middle of the jungle, far from her friends and family. Far from anything she knew. This was a dream. This wasn't her. This wasn't how Skye Johnson behaved. But an eighteen year old woman born on the same day, in the same hospital, who had the same family and all the same experiences up until this morning was on her knees in the jungle with a man's now hardening penis in her hand. Fumbling with hands that felt distant and dreamlike Skye undid Grumpy's belt and let his loose shorts fall revealing her hand wrapped around his naked erection. She pumped it inexpertly and tried to give him pleasure so that he would not take it by force. Moving the strange loose skin of his shaft over the harder muscle beneath Skye watched herself masturbate a stranger's cock. It was too big to wrap her fingers all the way around, and its length was bigger than her two fists side by side, which they now were as she jacked him off with both hands. Then out of the corner of her eye Skye saw Muscular One drop his shorts and begin pulling on his own erection. He stepped in close and pressed the tip of his manhood to her cheek, his spongy head soft and warm on her furiously blushing cheek. Impulsively Skye turned her face and kissed the head and Muscular One moaned his approval. Parting her lips she kissed him more openly and let her tongue touch the knob of his cock. Skye could see in her mind's eye the woman in the video licking cock after cock, and sucking them into her mouth while her hands were both jacking off still more cocks. Skye used her mouth in the very best imitation of what she had seen online and Muscular One began to moan, his hips moving him in and out of her slurping mouth. Skye felt saliva building up and coating his knob as he moved around between her lips. The slippery, sensual feeling was pleasant in her mouth and she found herself enjoying the feeling of a penis. Her hands were exploring meanwhile. Meeting the tempo of Muscular Ones hips she used her hands to stroke Grumpy's member at that same rate and she heard Grumpy begin to breathe harder. The other men arrived now, surrounding Skye as she pleasured these two. Peering around her while still servicing Muscular One Skye saw all the men tugging on their cocks standing all around her in a circle. Just like her fantasy. Taking one hand from Grumpy Skye found another erection and began to stroke that one too. Hands began to roam over her back and chest, and for the first time in her life Skye was fondled by men. Her chest burned with embarrassment and pleasure as strong, callused hands squeezed her boobs, and pulled on her nipples. Soon some reached down her shorts and grabbed her buttocks. Gasping with lust and need, and fear, Skye gobbled on the cock in her mouth running her tongue wildly all around the bulbous head not knowing what she wanted to happen next, but knowing she needed something to occur. The hands groping her chest felt amazing; her breasts glowed from the attention. It felt as if her body were meant to be touched like this, that this was the purpose of her nipples, not feeding a baby, but this tingling, pleasurable feeling as the nipples were pulled, pinched and cupped. Then Muscular One pulled his cock back a bit, the knob resting lightly on her tongue as he pulled more and more quickly on his length. Then his breathing began to come in hissing gasps and he jetted thick sperm onto her tongue. Skye was in no way prepared for this event, but as soon as the thick hot fluid landed on her tongue she swallowed. The viscous goo slide down her throat as more of it splattered across her tongue. She opened her mouth wider to take him deeper so she wouldn't spill any, but he pulled back and shot his sperm onto her reaching tongue as she tried to cling to him. Then he stepped away gasping and laughing in a vulnerable almost helpless way. Quickly Grumpy stepped over had shoved his prick into her still open mouth. Establishing a new rhythm Grumpy fucked her face hard making Skye open wide and gag on his large tool. She tried to pull away but he held her head, gently, but it felt like a warning to Skye so she tried to relax and open up her throat to the long pole poking her. Someone took her hands and began to use them to masturbate, her own muscles barely working any more than to hold her hand around the shaft. Then she felt more hands on her bottom half, prying open her legs and pulling her shorts from her body. They moved her limbs every-which-way they wanted in order to undress her and soon she was totally naked shamelessly working three cocks. Someone crawled under her and began to lick her little pussy and Skye squealed with shocked pleasure when that smooth, soft appendage began to explore her steaming juncture. Never had she thought something so lewd and violating could be so pleasurable. Delight washed over her body and she understood now why people performed such acts with each other. Nothing felt this good in life. Nothing. As a stranger devoured her quivering sex Skye did her very best to make Grumpy feel as good as she felt. Her moth grew softer, more pliable and her tongue more limber and adaptable as she understood from what was happening to her that this was what felt best. The man licking her pussy pried open her buttocks showing her pink slit and anus to anyone behind her. The raunchy position heightened her arousal and Skye widened her knees to expose herself even more thoroughly. A few tantalizing moments later Skye felt a building tension in her body and she began to squirm as the tongue on her sex grew alternatively too intense to bear and the best thing in the universe. She had to let her moth go slack, barely responding to the moving hard-on thrusting in and out as her body clenched and spasmed with a growing onslaught of delight. Then it crested and Skye began to climax, the first time in her waking life. He body thrummed with such joy that she couldn't breathe; her body arched and struggled to find room for all the feelings that were happening to it. Still the relentless tongue found her clit wherever she tried to move it, her hips trembling with quaking movements, her mouth silently screaming as her head tilted back. Grumpy was still moving his cock in and out of her lips, his fist pummeling his boner. Then Skye felt more jism spatter her mouth as Grumpy came on her tongue. That sent a wave of bliss cascading out from her pussy. Skye began to wail a keen of such release she couldn't tell it was coming from her. More and more sperm pooled in her mouth as she tried to cry out her utter satisfaction to the world, and still Grumpy shot his load into her mouth. Meanwhile that another man sucked her burning clit wringing more and more ecstasy from her tormented body Then Grumpy finished and staggered away from her howling mouth. Skye let his cum spill out of her lips and down her chin lewdly. It was that or choke as her climax shattered her ability to perform simple tasks like swallowing. Then, at long last, the mouth pulled back from her cunt and she found respite from the relentless pressure of her rapture. Limp she fell forward onto her hands, and trembling held herself on hands and knees as she attempted to recover from what felt like thousands of orgasms. But her reprieve was short lived. In mere moments her head was lifted and a cock pressed into her still gasping mouth. This cock was smaller than the last two and thus easier to accommodate as the man began to use her mouth for his pleasure. Skye slurped and lapped at this cock as greedily as the others, her body still desperate for more. A pressure between her legs heralded the first attempt to take her virginity, and for one tiny moment Skye resisted, wondering if this was really how she wanted to lose her precious virgin card. Then she knew the answer as her pussy opened up inside eager to feel a cock for the very first time. Relaxing Skye opened herself to the pressure and she felt her body entered by a foreign body for the first time. A massive feeling pole slowly violated the sanctity of her vagina, the pressure filling her in the most satisfying of ways. Another orgasm immediately took her as her inner muscles were stretched open like never before. Skye began to buck and hump back on it as this violent orgasm took her will and drove her down a dark road of depravity. Two strange men took her body and assaulted her chastity, which she threw aside like an old wrapper that finally revealed the sweet candy beneath. Skye climaxed wildly, her body clenching and heaving as it was pierced at both ends. Hands clutched her buttocks and groped her breasts and she adored being manhandled. Their rough hands kneading her soft skin impelled a deeper more gratifying euphoria from her as she came. African Skye Sweaty and weak Skye gave herself to these men to do with as they would. She was nothing but a plaything for their use. Longing to be debased, she gave in to the bestial urges she felt and she shoved her ass back into the belly of her lover as he pillaged the fruit of her youth. Taking the cock in her mouth as far back as she could Skye wanted to be utterly filled by men, a being of light and fulfillment purely driven by carnal needs. This was freedom. This was her purpose. This is what she was made for, this uninhibited, hedonistic, primeval pleasure. The man fucking her pussy groaned some words above her bucking back and Skye whimpered desperately as he pulled out of her clenching core and scrambled to her face. The man using her mouth switched spots and began to move to her rear as the other man shoved his drenched cock into her mouth. Skye tasted a woman's sex, her own, for the first time, just as her other lover pressed into her ravenous slit. Once more she was spitted on two cocks, but now the tang of woman's juices filled her mouth for a moment. Then that was washed away by a flow of sperm once more gushing into her mouth and swamping all else as she climaxed helplessly. Swallowing as much as she could she gulped and gasped as she was swirled away on a feedback loop. The cum spurting into her mouth spurred on her own rapture, and as she climaxed she clenched and made her lovers feel more delight and making them cum more. Just as the one finished filling her mouth with spunk the other fellow pulled out and jumped to her face to spray her lips and outstretched tongue with more jism, making her cum harder. That in turn urged another man to pierce her quivering rump with his pole and Skye exploded in another orgasm as a new man hammered her desperate cunt. Soon the man in her mouth had nothing left to give her and he moved aside for the last man to finally fuck this gorgeous slave. Skye's body was limp and feeble as she finally returned from the heights of so many powerful orgasms. The men essentially had to hold her up as they fucked her; she was too weak to do it herself. The constant rub of slippery flesh tingled along her nerves sending sporadic signals of sharp, intense heat or throbbing, achy, bliss. Her brain felt fried by the stew of chemicals it steeped in. Pleasure was almost too much to bear, there was so very much of it. An eternity of humping, rocking delight passed as Skye was pumped from both ends, and then in a final clambering of limbs and need, and hedonistic release Skye swallowed another load of sperm as the man fucking her face emptied himself into her ravenous maw. Then a few moments later the last man did the same. Skye enjoyed the taste and feel of sperm, she now knew, but some deeper, desperate part of her wanted at least one of these men to deposit is seed into her quaking womb. Yet none had. Shivering in the aftermath of unbridled pleasure Skye felt soiled and mortified by what she had done. Even as her entire being glowed with absolute gratification Skye's conscience quailed to know how she had behaved. Her only solace was the necessity of it. If she hadn't done that willingly it would have been done to her, leaving her bruised, battered and wounded, if not dead. She'd had no choice. Skye flopped onto her side on the dark, hard packed soil of the dirt road and panted in the aftermath of her ordeal. Sperm trickled down her cheek and neck from the overflow she had been unable to swallow. Another fluid seeped down her thigh from her still leaking slit, her inner muscles slack and open from such hard use. Still another fluid leaked from Skye. Tears of shame Her despair had no strength; it was just a presence around her like air, or light. It pressed down and suffocated her and she fell asleep as the only way to escape the pressure of her sadness. Waking some time later she saw the sun had moved a ways beyond where it had been when she had degraded herself. Roused, she slowly gathered herself and sat up. The men noticed her rising and assembled around her once more. She naked, they clothed, at least as clothed as they had been. They handed her food and water and waited as she ate and numbly assessed how she felt. Still she was sad, but it had receded somewhat. Her body was sore from hard use, but not unbearably so. She was weak from her illness, all the walking and from her gut wrenching orgasms. There were some other feelings at war within her breast. The shame and loss of innocence grated like broken glass against the image she had of herself in her heart. That glass sliced and lacerated her view of herself and ripped holes in her self-worth. Yet another part of her, some ineffable part of her spirit felt lightened, free and seemed to be soaring above the canopy of the jungle. Curiosity about that flying part of herself gave Skye the strength to rise to her feet, her boots and socks still on having never been stripped from her. Leaving her clothes where they lay she began to walk in the direction they had been traveling all day. Not caring if they stopped her or followed her Skye walked down the road. The more she walked the more light she felt. The sadness lived behind her in that small area of the road where she had debauched herself. Ahead lay a new woman, one who made her own way in the world and who wasn't afraid to face the darkness inside. After another hour of walking she felt her mind returning to her body, and she became aware of her nudity and the men trailing her as she walked. She turned to look at them and the first man to approach, Smiley, she went to and hugged. He held her in return and Skye then fell once more to her knees and offered herself to him. He opened his zipper and pulled out his cock and Skye bent over it and suckled slowly and sensually, mesmerized by the feel of his member in her mouth. After a time, as she slowly sucked him off, he pulled from her mouth and gently pushed her to the ground. When she lay back and opened her legs he knelt between her thighs and entered her slippery opening. As the others sat around and watched Skye gave herself to this man on the side of the road. He used her body and fondled her breasts as she lay back and felt bliss growing in her belly. Skye looked at the men watching her rutting in the dirt and gloried in their rapt attention. They were mesmerized by her beauty and the lasciviousness of her behavior. It was rewarding to see how sexy they found her. Long before her lover could cum Skye climaxed, they eyes of her observers goading her to cum for them, to show them her vulnerability. Howling her delight to the sky visible as a blue slash in an otherwise green view Skye shivered with delight as she was speared by her kidnapper. When he came, like every other time, he pulled out and would not fill her belly with his sperm. Instead he pressed his musky, pussy soaked rod into her willing mouth and she drank his jism straight from his pulsing knob. After, she rose once more and carried on walking. Periodically she would stop, when some part of her mind, or body required physical connection and grounding. The feel of skin on skin made her remember she was alive and still within the body she had been given, not merely a vessel of her imagination wandering the world looking for pleasure. The delight she felt with sex was real, it was within reach and she took it. One by one, mile after mile Skye fucked all the men once more. She took them inside and pleased them, giving herself as a form of gratitude for them not killing her, for not torturing her and tormenting her. With each orgasm she had Skye felt more and more joy, and soon actually felt more like her old self. Her old buoyancy, her love of life returned, now no longer steeped in naivete. Now she was a woman through and through. Eventually the men no longer seemed able to cum for her, they would still make love, but it soon became Skye who was the only one who found release from their fucking. Her climaxes grew more and more powerful and she was able to reach her own pleasure sooner, finding out what made her feel the best the soonest. By the time dusk was falling and she had fucked each man three times that day they began to wave her away as she approached. They would point down the road and say words she didn't know and urge her onward. Then as the sun set she grew chilled and she looked for and found the man who carried her clothes, which were now much drier. She dressed and found she recognized the girl who now walked in her old clothes. Skye found she was the same person, just with new experiences. And when she saw the lights of a town ahead she felt confused that it wasn't the village she had been living in that morning. They entered the town and the men took her to a church where Skye saw many of the women and children of her village huddled and sleeping. After many hugs and roughly translated conversations enough English words came her way to understand that the attack had killed no one, because these six men had chased off the soldiers who wanted to loot the village. No-one was sure if the soldiers had more men nearby so they had taken their valuables and come here to hide. The villagers had traveled by boat and gotten here hours ago. The people of the village kissed the six men and heaped praise upon them and Skye realized these men were of the village and had been returning home. They were never going to rape her she realized. They had simply found her and known the plan was to abandon the area until it was safe to return. All her fears, all her prejudices and her mother's hate had spoiled in her mind and she had not seen these men for who they really were. Reviewing every interaction she found that they had been kind and it was she who had reacted badly. Translations came back to her from the grinning Smiley, whose name was Abatu, thanking her for her gratitude, and saying that none of the men would ever forget how well she had thanked them for saving her life. Skye was so stunned that she didn't react to his teasing. She just nodded and went to find someplace to sleep. Lying on blankets on the stone floor of the church she considered her behavior that day and found a small place in her heart that found it funny. One day she knew she would laugh about her ignorance and stupidity. For now though she had to find a way to contain the raging lust that now bloomed in her body. How on earth was she going to find groups of black men to so thoroughly fuck her again? Because Skye didn't think one man was ever going to be able to satisfy her now.