Deep African Hell Pt 3

DEEP AFRICAN HELL Pt 3 Craig looked around. Dozens of blacks were now surrounding them. The negro eyes fixed on the white woman, they stared at the thick mounds beneath her blouse, at her tender neck, at the smooth skin of her slender legs, at her delicate feet and toes. Blushing with shame, Sheila looked up. She saw the rugged, powerful features of the blacks carefully studying her body, their eyes constantly focusing on her voluptuous breasts. She tried to cross her arms in order to cover her bosoms; her flimsy blouse appeared slightly damp due to the long walk. Craig looked ahead petrified. He saw Sheila completely surrounded as more and more negros approached the bar. For a split second, he too looked at Sheila's gorgeous body, her swollen breasts protruding from beneath her blouse. He noticed the barman laughing with the other blacks: he now realized just how dangerous the situation had become. He had to do something, he thought unconvinced. With all reason abandoning him, Craig rushed towards Sheila and, with a rash movement, tried to grab her arm. As he started to pull her towards him, there was the sound of a large thump. Instantly, a heavy black hand smacked Craig across the face. Within a few seconds, another black fist came violently from the opposite direction, striking the terrified white man. Craig tumbled to the floor. He was soon surrounded by half a dozen blacks. He was kicked and bruised, beaten without mercy as blood trickled from his mouth and across his forehead. Sheila screamed in desperation, 'NO! STOP!!!' she yelled. To no avail - she quickly saw more fists and more kicks battering her poor companion. Large parts of Craig's face were now purple, his lips badly cracked, his shirt torn. Left lying semiconscious in a puddle of blood, Craig's vision became blurry. He struggled to keep his eyes open. His vision alternating from a state of hazy confusion to total darkness. He could barely make out the figures surrounding him. In complete confusion, he felt his hair being grasped by a strong hand. His head was roughly jolted upwards as he felt other hands grabbing his wrists and ankles. He was lifted up, almost without effort, by three of the wild thugs. They began to head towards the long corridor. As Craig was dragged away, he tried to raise his wounded head. With blood trickling and his vision deteriorating, he struggled to understand what was happening. He looked towards the bar counter. He could see the broad shoulders of the large crowd. The blacks were cheering wildly and laughing unhinged. He suddenly caught a glimpse of Sheila's face amidst the crowd. His heart missed a beat. He saw a huge black hand forcefully wrapped around her mouth. With terror invading her entire body, Sheila's eyes darted frantically back and forth as she desperately tried to free her self. As he was dragged away, Craig's visual was interrupted by the hectic movements of the crowd. When he caught a second glimpse he saw one of the larger blacks violently holding Sheila from behind. His gargantuan left hand covering her face whilst his bulky right arm was forcefully wrapped around her waist. The savage blacks started to jeer like animals as the large negro squeezed his right arm deeper into her tummy. Sheila's voluptuous breasts quickly expanded, stretching her blouse, as if they had been pumped. As her skimpy blouse struggled to contain her large bosoms, another negro approached her with a pocket knife held loosely amongst his chunky fingers. Craig's vision was once again covered by the crowd. Petrified by what he had just seen, he started to struggle, kicking and jerking. He was dropped to the ground. Instantly, he turned his head back towards Sheila. As the crowd opened up, he saw a large negro's tongue forcefully invading Sheila's mouth, sweeping deep inside. The white woman's eyes, nonetheless, focused downwards, towards her chest. Her pupils dilating, she appeared to be panicking. In fact, her skimpy blouse was barely covering her large breasts, as all but one of her small buttons had been removed. The small pocket knife easily approached her neck. It ran slowly over her flesh, down past her silver necklace and then further down, towards the last button of her blouse. Craig was once again lifted up. In a final struggle, he looked back towards the bar. He got a final glimpse of Sheila. In desperation, he saw her arms aggressively pulled out to her sides. The black man behind her now keeping her firmly immobilized as his right arm aggressively squeezed her tummy. For a split second, Craig saw two large hands ferociously grasping at Sheila's blouse as if to pull it open. The thick hands clasped the blouse just below the collar. Craig looked ahead incredulous. Suddenly, he saw the large black hands violently rip Sheila's blouse wide open. Immediately, the white woman's huge breasts tumbled out. Billowing outwards, they swayed from left to right revealing a pair of surprisingly swollen, milky nipples. The deranged blacks stared ahead at her beautiful breasts. They trembled, plump and ripe. Her thick nipple-heads heaving outwards. As Sheila's busoms swayed gently, her protruding nipples met with the surrounding atmosphere, they began to harden. The black man behind her temporarily loosened his grasp on her waist. Her tummy slowly retracted as her chest expanded. Her eyes flickering, Sheila gasped for air. With her entire body trembling, her heaving breasts bounced up and down. As her tummy went in and out, her swollen nipples got harder and harder. Sheila's shuddering breasts were now totally exposed. As the crazed blacks closed around her, Craig was once again lifted. As his head flopped, his vision turned to darkness. He was almost unconscious. A few yards away from the door, he struggled one final time. In vain. He was unable to lift his head. With blood dripping from his face, he suddenly heard some desperate screams. With all his energy, he tried to lift his head. Sheila screamed in terror, 'No !!!' Craig lifted his head one last time, he focused on the crowd. His vision was completely covered. Suddenly, a small gap opened, allowing a partial view. Craig tried to adjust his focus. He was shocked.. he caught a glimpse of the back of a negro's head. Suddenly, the head moved to one side. It revealed a devastating scenario - one of Sheila's large breasts, in fact, was being squeezed and fondled by a big black hand. A long thick tongue soon rolled out and within a fraction of a second, one of Sheila's swollen nipples and almost a quarter of her large breast were being ferociously sucked in by the negro. Craig looked ahead incredulous. He saw his companion's milky breast being sucked in deeper and deeper as the black man's saliva dribbled down her slender tummy, now drawing in and out even faster. Sheila's breathing grew deeper and heavier. Another black hand aggressively cupped and massaged as much of Sheila's fleshy mounds as it could. Her face was petrified. She was teary-eyed, with the large black hand still cupping her chin and mouth. As the ferocious sucking continued, Sheila's nipples became harder and harder. They protruded out, on full display, for every negro to watch. Sheila looked down at her breasts being manhandled with such cruelty. Utter humiliation now overwhelmed her. She was completely helpless, totally surrounded by the fierce crowd. Looking down at her, their eyes focused on her exposed breasts, now shuddering totally unrestrained. Her hardened nipples attracted the brutal laughter of the blacks. Her breasts swaying in front of everyone, she appeared totally degraded. Feeling his heart in his throat, Craig watched the crowd close up one last time. His vision deteriorating, it suddenly turned to darkness - he was unconscious. When he awoke, Craig felt like he had been to hell and back. He slowly regained his eyesight and was presented with a dark and blurry vision of an unknown street. He was lying on the floor. His clothes stained and ripped, his face dirty with dust and dried blood. He was surrounded by rubbish, old cardboard and broken glass. As his hearing gradually began to return, he heard a deep, harsh voice coming from a distance. It was a man's voice. It spoke an imperfect English, with a strange accent. A tough mixture of African, French and some other dialect, 'You Ok?' Craig slowly opened his eyes. He started to blink, trying to adjust his focus. He saw the heavy figure of a black man approaching. He appeared to have a shaved head and a thick moustache arched ponderously over a cigarette dangling from his mouth. He was in fact an extremely heavy and bulky black man. Perhaps in his mid-forties, maybe more. Impressively tall, wide upper arms, but with quite a belly. He had the body features of a heavy worker. He had a face signed by time as a number of wrinkles had started to creep in whilst a fading scar ran horizontally at the height of his neck. The large black man looked down at Craig, confused, 'I say you ok?' His big black hand nudged Craig. It was very rough, with thick fingers and what appeared to be extremely short, yellow stumps instead of nails. Craig appeared totally disorientated. He began to study his surroundings not knowing where he was. The big man towered above him. 'Hey, you understand what I say ?'. Craig blinked frantically. He started to panic. 'Where am I?' he blurted out as he struggled to get to his feet. In vain. He collapsed in a messy heap next to the rubbish. He looked up at the black man trying to figure out what to do. 'What you do here ?!' Craig gazed up in a state of confusion, 'Who are you?' he asked. 'I pass by. I see you on floor. My name is Mbuji.' Craig looked beyond the black man. He saw a scrappy old car. It's engine running, it's door wide open. Mbuji soon raised his voice. 'What fuck is happen you !!' he yelled. Craig brought his fingers to his bruised face. With pitiable eyes, he stared at the black man. His hands shaking, his face swollen. Defeated, and with a weakened voice, he pleaded humbly 'I need some help.' It was late night. Craig was now sitting next to Mbuji in his tacky old car. The vehicle parked next to an un-used railway line, in the proximity of an old metal depot, just outside Lagos. Wiping his forehead with a scruffy rag, Craig's hands were still shaking. He was silent. With a cigarette placed between his thick fingers, Mbuji swigged at a bottle. It appeared to be whisky. He turned to Craig as if about to lose his patience, 'So, you tell me what is you name?' Craig lifted his head, 'My name is Craig.' 'You American?' said the large black man. 'Yes, American. Are you?' Mbuji laughed sarcastically, 'Huh.. I no American.' 'So you're Nigerian?' 'No. I from the Senegal, but I live here. Have worked all over place though. Cameroon, Sudan, Guinea, even the Botswana. 'What do you do?' Craig asked weakly. 'I am oil worker. Been here for seven years.' Mbuji spread out his large black hands. He looked down at them, showing Craig his palms. 'Is heavy work.'he continued, 'Long hour, no much time for rest.' Craig stared down at the yellowish palms of Mbuji's large callous hands. Confusion taking over, he turned away. Still trembling, he looked out the window into the darkness; fear nested firmly in his eyes. Mbuji fixed him with an impatient stare. His tone of voice was abrupt and very masculine, 'So what fuck is happen to you? And what you do in street after dark?' Craig lowered his head. 'This is no place for white person. You try get kill?' Craig looked at his watch. With the sky at it's darkest, he could barely make out the time. The watch read 01.47 hrs. He looked down at his bruised hands and bloody trousers. He turned to Mbuji in desperation, 'Listen.. I need your help. You've got to help me find someone.' 'Who?' replied Mbuji. 'You've got to help me find my woman.? 'Woman? What woman?' asked the big Senegalese. A dejected Craig continued, 'Earlier.. I took my woman out for a drink. We ended up in this bar and..' Craig's hands began to shake again, 'I got beat up real bad and lost consciousness. They must have thrown me out and dumped me down that street where you found me. Mbuji's eyes lit up. 'What about woman?' he said sharply. 'I couldn't say. My memory is blurry but I'm afraid Sheila may still be there.? 'Sheila?!' Mbuji replied intrigued. 'Wait.. you talk about WHITE woman ?!' 'She's white. Yeah.' replied Craig. Mbuji's face radiated sadistically. His nostrils flaring, his pupils dilating. His eyeballs flickered - they were of a nasty yellowish color, cracked with tiny veins. Sitting next to an oblivious Craig, the large Senegalese had found a sinister pleasure in what he was hearing. The thought of an attractive white woman instantly swelling a large bulge in his pants. Mbuji remained quiet for a while. He looked out into the darkness. His eyes fully alert. He stared at the old metal depot. It's windows smashed. It's roof half collapsed. He could see the leftovers of a burnt down van. It was without wheels and missing a side door. There were some slashed tires on the ground with overgrown grass piercing through them along with a large stack of rusty metal beams now covered in graffiti. Mbuji brought his attention back to Craig 'You remember what bar called?? Craig crumpled his bruised forehead trying to remember. 'Uhm.. the 'Nwufoa Niger' I think. Do you know it?' Mbuji's eyes stretched further. He appeared conveniently appalled as he heard the local's name. He looked at Craig in a condescending manner. He addressed the imprudent white man, 'Wait. You tell me that you bring white woman into the heart of Africa, take her out in middle of night and then left her all by self in nasty bar for blacks, in very dangerous area ?!?' Dejected, Craig nodded his bruised head. He brought his trembling hands to his face and covered his eyes as his body sank into the seat. Guilt enveloping him, he appeared a broken man. Mbuji turned towards his window. A spiteful grin grew heavy on one side of his cheek. He looked downwards, towards his waist. His large thighs overstretched the beige fabric of his cotton trousers. Sandwiched between his thighs, grew the prominent, thick shape of what appeared to be an extremely long and heavy penis. The thick rod began to twitch forcefully from beneath the fabric. It's impressive proportions becoming slowly obvious. The large black man was in a state of complete arousal. Unseen by Craig, he slowly brought his hand down to his groin. As sweat gathered on his forehead, Mbuji's bulking hand started to squeeze his prominent bulge. He lifted his heavy balls and with his yellowish palm began to stroke his long shaft hidden beneath his trousers. Craig looked out into the darkness. His fear growing tenfold as his vision scouted the old railway line - it led to nowhere. As the sweltering heat swept through the open vehicle, Craig turned back to Mbuji. 'So do you know the place or not?' he said with the voice of a broken man. Mbuji appeared serious. His face stone cold. He nodded his head. 'Listen. Let me ask question. This woman, is she you wife?' 'No.' replied Craig, 'We haven't been seeing each other that long. 'Good.' Craig was immediately confused, 'What do you mean?' 'You are very stupid man.' continued Mbuji, 'You want serious advice? Go back to you hotel. Lock the door. And then start pray for the sun to go up.. ' Mbuji eye-balled Craig with an intimidating look, 'then tomorrow.. you buy ticket for plane and get fuck out of here. You understand?' 'What are you talking about?' cried Craig, 'I can't leave her here.' Mbuji appeared frustrated, 'Listen me fool. By now, you woman is already dead.' Craig's face deflated. 'What do you mean?' he asked drastically. Mbuji fixed him, 'Listen, you have any idea of how dangerous here is? I have see gangs of blacks kidnap adult men. Cut his throat and left for dead!' Craig's face sank further. 'You hope she alive?' continued Mbuji, 'You no realize that most all black man here have no see a white woman in the flesh before? You imagine if this men got chance to use their penis on white woman?' Craig's bruised head began to ache badly. His heart thumped away in what seemed to be a hollow chest, his stomach gurged violently. He looked up at Mbuji, 'Are you saying that right now, she could already be.. dead?' 'Is very possible.' replied the big Senegalese. 'I ask you question - is the white woman have good body?' 'Well, yes, she does.' Craig replied innocently. 'And this bar.. when you go, is it full or no full?' 'I can't remember that well. It was quite dark, but yeah it was pretty full.' 'In this case, there is chance woman is still be alive. But, is maybe better for her if she dead!' Craig's disarray increased. 'What do you mean?' he said nervously. Mbuji continued without mercy, 'Very easy. The more the woman have good body and the more the black man there is, this mean that your lady is left alive for much longer time. If they pushing the penis into her holes they are not slit the throat.' Craig's desperation turned to numbness. Unable to move, he stared down at his ripped trousers. Mbuji appeared completely untroubled. He resumed his severe lecture, 'But, like I say, if she dead or she still live, it no matter. You best if you leave straight away.? 'But Sheila..' Craig was brutally interrupted. 'FORGET HER !!' yelled the big man. His patience clearly weakening. 'Look.. even if she left alive, she left for only one thing - and this is : to be fuck by the blacks. Because is white is could make her very much precious. If no killed, it is very sure she passed around many different gangs of men. Like I say. If you no want to die. You leave here and no ever come back.' Craig slowly tried to regain strength. He stared out into the pitch-blackness looking for a solution. He rubbed the back of his neck before turning to Mbuji, 'What about the police?' he said unconvinced. Mbuji appeared suddenly amused. He brought his large black hand to the review mirror and motioned it towards Craig. 'Huh. Please.. you look again at color of you skin. You forget you are white man. You just no understand anything!' Craig was once again puzzled. 'The police here is all corrupt. All corrupt. The drugs, the prostitute. The militaries they involved in everything. Also very much they hate the white. You go to them, you never see you home again. You tell them what is happen, they laugh at you. You end up with other twenty blacks men in small prison room. They lock door and throw away key.? Craig's reaction was quashed. Mbuji continued, 'Like I say, you want to live, then you leave here as fast you can.' Craig sank into contemplation. After a time of silence, he turned to the black man. 'Listen, I hear what you say, but.. I can't. I just can't - I can't leave, not without even trying to find Sheila. Whether she's dead or alive, I've got to find her. I must.? Mbuji's eyes sharpened and his lips thinned. His facade becoming more and more unreliable. The black man started to appear calmer. He looked at Craig in a condescending way. His cigarette dangling loosely from his fat pink lips. A devious grin lurked behind the smoke as it left his thick mouth. His intentions were not yet obvious. He turned to Craig in a patronising manner. 'Ok. If you decide like this is you choice. If want, perhaps I can help.' Craig looked at Mbuji with growing hope. He appeared grateful, 'You would?' 'I know this place well. If I no help, you definitely get self killed.? 'Ok, so what's the first thing we should do?' 'We? No, no. You listen me. Is best if you no come anywhere. You white, remember?' Craig heeded the admonishment. 'Look, I take you back to hotel. You stay there. Lock door and wait for morning.' 'And what about you?' 'Tonight I go around, ask people if they see or hear about woman. I come to hotel if I know anything. If no, I come tomorrow morning.' With a burning sense of despair, Craig was silenced. He considered the situation. His mind torturing itself as it scouted for a possible solution. The white man was lost. Disorientated. Without hope or expectancy. Reluctantly, he accepted the black man's offer. The car engine started up. The headlights beamed out beyond the scrappy metal, past the old railway line and into the eerie fields of overgrown grass and rubbish. Bruised and battered, Craig opened his hotel room door. Past the threshold, he closed the door, crossed the chain and bolted the door. He turned around and looked ahead. Staring right back, the empty room mirrored the void now deep inside of him. The clock on the wall read: 02.32 hrs. Craig approached the bed with a weak limp. As he lowered himself onto the mattress, his head sank into his lap. He gently covered his head with his bruised hands before closing his eyes. The room's window led out into the savage darkness of the night. Craig began to sniffle. His lonely figure trembling, he whispered to himself, 'Sheila, please forgive me.' 13218 1.85/512345