The Missionaries

"It's time" Florence said, and walked over to near the campfire. The Bearers gathered close, wide eyed and eager. She started this time by removing her boots, or at least trying to. The walking, the heat and humidity had made her feet and ankles swell so much she couldn't get them off. Beckoning Adam over she indicated to him to pull off her boots reinforcing it with the order spoken out loud in a firm and commanding voice. Whether he understood any of the English she had spoken, she didn't know. But he complied. She sat on a rock and offered him her foot. Facing her and gripping it with both hands, he pulled strongly, so strongly he pulled her off the rock and a foot or two along the ground. This caused her skirt to ride high up her thighs. She knew she should have worn her culottes again but a skirt was so much cooler. The rest of the native bearers became more excited by this and chattered amongst themselves. One of them got up and took hold of her other foot and also pulled hard, dragging her further along the ground, her skirt now high on her thighs. The excited chatter rose higher. A third native encouraged by all of this put his arms under her armpits, and grinning a huge smile beaming on his face, pulled her the other way. Adam and the first native had pulled her feet and legs further apart, exposing her white silk underwear pulled tight up her legs outlining the shape of her vagina. The third native moved his hands over her breasts, squeezing them as he pulled backwards. Florence screamed and thrashed her legs which only helped the removal of her boots. With his hands now free Adam reached up and tore away the flimsy silk underwear, exposing her vagina with wide opened legs. The Reverend stood quickly to intervene but Beecham grabbed his arm stopping him.

"If you try to stop them, they will kill you and then her after they have had their way with her. After that they will kill Carstairs and I. My rifle and pistol are in my tent. There is nothing I can do."

A fourth native affected by the frenzy had moved in and tore away her shirt and camisole. Adam and the first native grabbed the hem of her skirt and pulled it clear of her legs, leaving her completely naked. Her hair had been tied up to begin with but now it spread out like a golden halo.

Adam began to remove his shorts and singlet while the first native grabbed her crotch. It was clear from her high-pitched squeal he had inserted a finger inside her. The two men at her breasts were squeezing, licking and sucking her nipples.

Adam stood naked before her, his penis erect and stiff. Florence's eyes bulged. She didn't think this would happen.

"Oh God. He is going to rape me. Please God spare me" she prayed. "This is going to hurt. His penis is much bigger than my husbands." Her husband's was about five inches long and about an inch thick. His must be six inches long and a much thicker she thought.

I stood once more to intervene but my small spare frame was no match for Beecham's muscular build who easily held me in place. Carstairs hadn't moved, his mouth remained agape his body frozen.

Florence remembered what the older women who had been out to India in their youth had said about if it's inevitable "Lay back and think of England" she never knew what this actually meant but now she thought she might.

She stared at his black penis as it swayed from side to side and twitched as if it was alive with a mind of its own. He shouted something at the man who was still vigorously sticking his finger into her vagina. The man shouted back at Adam. Adam was powerfully built and a sweeping kick sent the man flying. The other assailants backing away in fear of the same. His black body was finely chiselled and every muscle sharply defined. He was a black version of the statues she had seen in the museums of France and Italy only more so as the sweat reflected in the firelight defining his musculature.

Now that the man had been removed, she could draw her knees up and together. He knelt at her feet and pulled her knees apart and further back, exposing her vulnerable most private part for him to see. He surged forward plunging his hips towards hers. Grasping his penis he put it roughly to the entrance to her vagina, eliciting a scream from Florence. Even with the other man working his fingers in her vagina Adam could not force his erect manhood inside her. Holding her legs still wide apart he dropped his head to the top of her legs burying his nose in her pubic hair and began to lick her opening.

"Oh my god!" gasped Florence.

She wriggled and tried to get away but Adam held her fast. Licking and nibbling, thrusting his tongue inside, his aim was to moisten her sufficiently to push his penis inside.

"God help me through this. Give me strength to endure and carry out your work."

Continuing in this way for a few minutes Florence's shrieks and screams and thrashing had diminished in intensity. She began to feel sensations she had never felt before. Although she was still repulsed by the thought of it, the sensations she was feeling in her legs and stomach not unwelcome. They grew and grew and grew in magnitude and feeling ashamed she knew she wanted to be finally ravished by this black heathen savage. "No, I can't let it happen" she thought, "I am a civilised white woman."

Adam knew he had achieved what he needed and raised himself up her body again ready to thrust his penis deep inside her.

Florence raised her head forward to see Adam positioning his penis ready to pierce her.

"God help me!"

Adam stabbed at her with his erect black spear and the bulbous head disappeared inside her.

Both he and Florence grunted at the same time. Adam didn't have an overly large penis at six inches long and an inch and a half wide but it was much bigger than her husband and she thought her might tear her. She spread her legs as wide as she could to allow him access and prevent any damage.

"Please God ensure he will be done quickly so this will stop."

"God will punish you, you black savage!" she shouted.

"If this is Gods will, I will endure!"

Spreading her legs wide enabled Adam to thrust the whole length of his penis in and preventing the damage she feared. Grunting loudly like an animal Adam continued to thrust away at her tortured flesh.

Florence tried to speak as Adam continued. With each thrust bringing forth a gasp "You..Ooh...are...Ooh..going... Ooh.. to..Ooh.. burn.. Ooh...in.. Ooh..hell...Ooh.

Instead of only a couple of minutes her husband would normally take, Adam continued long after. Florence's sensations, far from going away continued to build and increase in intensity. After a few more minutes listening to Adams grunts she realised she was also grunting like an animal in unison with him, and was disturbed to also realise she had wrapped her legs around him and thrusted back into him with her hips each time his black cock slid inside her. The shock realisation lasted a very brief couple of seconds before she resigned herself to engage in the act with animal abandon.

It came as a total disorientation of surreal sensation that I realised that far from Florence being outraged by the situation, she was enjoying the assault on her body. To my continuing shame I was again electrified by her being forcibly taken by a savage, my now fully erect penis causing me discomfort.

Within a few more minutes she gave an almighty cry and a new and massive sensation took hold of her whole body. She pressed her heels into the small of his back trying to draw him as deep inside her as she could. It only slowed Adam's thrusting briefly, and before much longer he pushed his penis as deep as I physically could and ejaculated his hot sperm in long and loud spasms.

Florence lay back, spent, and exhausted. Adam began to withdraw but before he could, Florence re-wrapped he legs around him, holding him in place.

"Wait" she murmured totally oblivious to all and everything around her, pushing her pelvis forward and gripping his penis with her vaginal muscles, drawing every last drop of his seed into her.

I together with our guide and servant were all dumfounded. They couldn't believe a white woman could be so depraved and act as if she had enjoyed it. I noted the protrusion in the front of each of their shorts Beecham even absent mindedly fondling his crotch as he watched. It was only after a while we became aware of the noise and activity from the rest of the bearers. They were agitated and wanted their share.

Adam stood and backed away leaving Florence disoriented and lay flat on her back. The man Adam had kicked quickly disrobed and went to take Adams position between her legs. Adam kicked him again bellowing in his native tongue at him and the rest of the bearers before snatching up his machete like knife and waving it in their direction. His message was clear.

I helped Florence to her feet. "It must be Gods will" she said. "He is testing my faith."

I led her into the tent. She noticed my erection in my shorts, and unfastening my belt said "I presume you need to release your tension again?" dropping my shorts and underwear, releasing my penis from its confinement.

She lay back on the cot with her legs open wide. "Push it in husband."

I lay between her legs and easily pushed my penis insider her. She was very wet and slippery. I quickly came to a climax and rolled to the side.

"Do you think I will have to do this again tomorrow?"

I thought she meant me but then realised she meant giving herself to our porter again.

"Yes I think so."

"Good" she replied. I gasped.

"Good?"

"Then I can prove my faith is strong."

The tent flap opened and Beecham stood there, openly ogling Florence's' nakedness.

"Beecham! What the hell are you doing in here?"

"I want what the head porter and you have just had. I must have her now."

"If you must, you must." Florence cooly answered, laying back on the cot and stretching her legs wide in submissiveness. "A small price to pay for your silence."

Beecham smiled lasciviously and began removing his clothing. Finally standing naked he moved towards the cot. His penis was erect with lust and was about the same size as Adam but not as smooth, knots of corded veins running the full length of his member, making for a very ugly appendage. Florence had a smile on her face as she beckoned him forward.

In one easy swift movement he kneeled between her legs and dropped his hips to position the head of his penis at her opening. Without any preamble he held her legs wide with his hands under her knees and pushed into her, giving an animal like grunt as he did so. Florence responded with her own sound which was one of pleasure.

"Slowly please Beecham."

He did as he was requested pistoning in and out slowly at first but his lust overtook him, increasing in speed and depth with frightening activity. Soon he was thrusting so hard and deep their flesh slapped together with loud applause. All the while Beecham was grunting like a wild animal, Florence moaning loudly with pleasure.

"Yes, yes Beecham. Keep going."

Beecham ejaculated with a loud cry, almost a roar. Florence looked confusingly disappointed.

He stood and looked at me defiantly, his penis dripping with semen. "I shall expect this again."

He dressed quickly and ducked through the tent opening. As he exited, Carstairs entered. They must be in collaboration.

"The same conditions of my silence also apply."

Without waiting for any reply, he quickly stripped of exposing his erect penis. He was larger in size, at least in length of both Adam and Beecham, his member being about seven and a half inches long.

Florence was openly smiling with a twinkle in her wide-open eyes. "I agree to your conditions Carstairs, now make me have feeling of great pleasure. I am sufficiently aroused to accept your member without any preliminary foreplay."

Like Beecham he positioned his penis, with help from Florence at the entrance to her body.

"Push it in Carstairs". She ordered as if directing him in a household chore.

Carstairs obliged, pushing the whole length inside her in a slow and continuous movement, drawing a long and low exclamation of "Oh" from Florence.

"Now continue as Beecham left off, Quick and hard."

Carstairs even replied in his obedient servant's expression. "Yes ma'am." And began thrusting, the action pushing Florence up the cot, making her breasts sway back and forward.

Florence lifted her legs up and wrapped them around Carstairs back, calling out and becoming extremely vocal. "Yes, Carstairs, harder, deeper!"

I moved further around to watch his penis driving deeper then withdrawing from my wife's body. I should have felt outrage but instead I was strangely excited by what I was witnessing.

Carstairs pushed her knees back to her chest and lifted her ankles one on either side of his head and held them there driving his penis the full length into her so that his testicles were slapping on her backside. By now Florence was calling out making such loud noises that I couldn't make out if they were noises of pleasure or pain. Suddenly she gave an almighty cry and froze for a second before shuddering with such ferocity I thought she might have been having a fit.

Shortly after, Carstairs himself gave a great moan and shuddered to a standstill. After a minute he propped himself up ready to withdraw but Florence dropped her ankles to again wrap around his body behind his hips.

"Wait, don't move." And began undulating her hips as if drawing him further into her body.

Finally, her legs dropped to either side of the cot and Carstairs extracted his penis from her with a audible 'plop'.

He stood to dress and leave.

"What do you say Carstairs?" Florence murmured.

"Thank you, ma'am."

"I suppose you will also expect more of the same to keep your silence?"

"Yes ma'am."

Carstairs left our tent.

I was brought out of my reverie by Florence. "Do you think I'm wicked darling?

I could only stammer something unintelligent.

"You enjoyed watching me having sex with other men, didn't you?"

"I think you enjoyed it more than me."

"I did. Now come here."

I stepped alongside the cot and she reached up and grasped my fully erect penis. Throughout the whole episode I was in a state of surreal and dreamlike frame of mind and only now realised I was still naked and was sexually aroused. She pulled me down towards her with a strong grip, and I had to put my hands outs to prevent falling forward.

"You deserve a kiss."

With that she kissed the end of my penis. The shock was immense! I knew it was morally wrong but couldn't move. She looked up at me, staring into my eyes, and with a lascivious smile, licked the glans. It was like an electric shock! Immediately she engulfed the globular end with her mouth. Opening her eyes wide in mock surprise. She gripped lightly with her teeth, taking my hands in hers, she placed them either side of her head then put her own hands on my hips. She pursed her lips and moved them down my shaft, before drawing me further into her mouth, all the time pressuring with her teeth. This went on until she had the whole of my penis in her mouth. She held it there for a moment before drawing her head back and scraping her teeth along the length. She pulled on my hips forcing me into her once more, drawing back before repeating it. Unconsciously at first I began pressuring her head with my hands and pulling her onto my penis. Faster and faster, I thrust. I couldn't stop, until eventually I climaxed into her mouth. She looked me in the eyes once more and I could clearly see she made a swallowing action. The immorality of it all was both shocking and decadent but I didn't care.

Early next morning the bearers were packing and clearing away to continue on our trek towards our destination. Beecham had told me we might even reach our mission today depending on how quickly we could travel.

Another hot and steamy day lay before us, tempered by the thought of reaching our destination. We travelled most of the morning without long breaks until our midday meal which wasn't such a long break either. Beecham was driving the porters hard to perhaps reach our destination today. We travelled the afternoon in much the same fashion until about a couple of hours before sunset. I was puzzled at so early a stop since there was sufficient daylight to carry on. I later learned that it was Adam who had insisted on stopping. We made camp for the evening.

After we had eaten, Florence said "I am presuming that Adam will be wanting to have his way with me before much longer, but I hope he waits until dark."

It wasn't to be. Adam and his bearers had stripped to shorts and loincloths with straw adornments on their elbows, wrists, knees and ankles, together with white clay markings on their bodies and faces. They began a sort of rhythmic singing, a deep melodic chant, all the while waving short spears and sticks. It was quite mesmerising and very primitive. This went on for a little while, culminating in loud shout and final stamp of the feet.

Florence clapped her hands with glee and said "Wasn't that marvellous darling."

The look on Beecham's face told me that it wasn't so marvellous.

Adam approached us and buried his spearpoint into the ground as if challenging us. He pointed toward Florence and removed his loincloth to the enthusiastic sounds from the rest of the bearers. He stood before us looking quite majestic, his oiled body accentuating his well-muscled form. His penis partially tumescent looked formidable. Florence got out of her chair and understood what she must do.

"Carstairs, stand with me and receive my clothes while I remove and fold them properly."

He stood alongside her facing Adam and took each folded Garment from her until she was totally naked. She faced me and smiled slightly.

Adam was grinning and fidgeting in anticipation. Florence moved closer to him, opening her arms and moved still closer until her body was touching his, swaying in a sensuous fashion, backing away slightly I could see that Adam was now fully erect. Florence's gazed dropped to his now erect penis. She dropped to her haunches and leaned back on her splayed arms, her knees wide and exposing her sex to him. Adam kneeled down between her feet, and began to lick her vagina, drawing a moan of pleasure from Florence and made her arch her back even more. She stayed in this position for a little time while he continued to lick and mouth her opening. She became louder and louder in her utterances of lust and ecstasy. Her breathing had become short and rasping, and suddenly with a massive intake of another breath, her arms gave way and she collapsed on her back with her legs spread obscenely wide. Adam moved forward and without warning impaled Florence with his black rigid member.

She cried out but flung her legs around him pulling him deeper into her with a long-drawn-out moan of obvious pleasure. She unlocked her ankles and he withdrew to almost completely withdrawn but then slowly pushed his member back inside. Each action of inserting and withdrawing producing a different moan, "Aaah" on the instroke, "Oooh" on the outstroke. His buttocks moved forward and back slowly at first, taking his time and enjoying the sounds he was making Florence make. He stopped plunging into her vagina to kiss and nibble her breasts. Her nipples had become hardened and hugely erect, reminding me of half size wine corks. Adam began his plunging into her again. It was only then I heard the rest of the bearers singing and chanting softly. I had no idea what they were saying and looked quizzically at Beecham.

"It's a song of conquest and also used in tribal rituals when the king has sex with the wife of a defeated king or rival."

He looked like he was going to say more but remained silent.