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Title: Mutiny In Thysville! (interracial, black on white w, vaginal and oral)
Post by: HistBuff on October 26, 2021, 07:27:21 AM
Welcome, new readers! Welcome back fellow forum members! This is the second story of my Congo-1960 series.

Please note that this is a fantasy story. Rape in reality is despicable and wrong; the author of this story does NOT condone real-life rape in any shape or form. Rape in fiction can be a fun way to explore one's fantasies.




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Thysville, Camp Hardy -- July 5th 1960.

Anne is listening to American pop music in her room along with her sister Juliette.

The room she used to share with Juliette is presently filled with the music of a ballad, Tommy Edwards's voice and his accompanying vocal group...
https://youtu.be/Htv51rWQ8go (https://youtu.be/Htv51rWQ8go)

She loves playing this record. This is a gift she received from her father two weeks ago for her 18th birthday. Juliette, 20 years old, is now working in Brussels as a teacher auxiliary. Now that school is out, she has flown to Léopoldville, where her father, Capitaine-commandant Gilles LeBlanc, picked her up and drove her to their home in the officers' neighborhood of Camp Hardy, the largest garrison in Congo.

Camp Hardy is really a small military town where 3,000 black soldiers of the Force publique du Congo live along with around 100 white officers; the married military personnel, black or white, live there with their families.

As Anne listens to Love Is All We Need by Tommy Edwards, she asks a question to her elder sister...
"How does it feel to kiss a boy?"

Juliette smiles at her little sister, who looks so innocent with her youthful features. It is true; she's never had a date and never kissed.

Being two years older, Juliette did have some dates in her teenage years. She's begun to see a young man in Brussels, a very decent fellow who is teaching Latin; in his late tweenties and still a bachelor. She offered her best explanation...

"Well... It's like... I don't know... When you kiss a boy you really like, it's just SOOO wonderful! It's like the two of you become just one being! You feel the other person... You feel so incredibly close! It's... magic!"

"Ohh... It is this great?! Then I wish it will happen soon!"

"Oh, Anne! I understand how impatient you can be to discover love! But if there's one piece of advice your loving, caring elder sister can give you... And don't get me wrong, Anne, I'm not trying to be condescending... The best advice I can give my dear sister is to be sure that this boy you like is the right one! ... If you aren't really sure, then don't kiss him and don't let him kiss you!"

"But... How can I know if he's the right boy for me?"

"Trust your woman's instinct! You'll know! It will be a boy you just won't be able to stop thinking of! When you'll go to sleep, you'll close your eyes and imagine that he's holding you in his arms and he's kissing you! You know... a kiss, like we see in the movies in the happy ending!"

Anne was now daydreaming and no longer paying attention to what her sister was saying. She had a dreamy air and was looking away with the lights of a secret joy sparkling in her brown eyes...

"You have a boy on your mind, little sis!... Oh, Anne! Anne! I'm sure you have good taste and that boy must be charming and a very decent fellow!..." Juliette warmly puts her hand on hers as she says this.

"Well... Yes... I do have someone on my mind... Ohhhh... He's tall... and handsome! But he's so shy! Every day, I take a walk and make sure I pass in front of his house. At school, he was in my music class and my French class as well. But now, highschool is over for us and he havn't made a move yet! He's too shy! What a shame!"

Juliette sensed how her younger sister was anxious and worried that this relationship she was dreaming of would never materialise.

"Ohhh... Anne... Don't get upset... Wow! You really like him! Well... If you tell me who this handsome young man is, I can arrange for the two of you to meet! That's what sisters are for!" Then she stooped forward and kissed Anne on her cheek.

Anne's face blushed into a crimson of shyness that made her look even more youthful than she was to begin with.

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While the two sisters were chatting innocently in their room, Capitaine-commandant Gilles LeBlanc was finishing his morning coffee and talking with his wife Béatrice.

He was worried. The day before, General Janssens, the commander in chief of armed forces in Congo, had spoken to the soldiers, and told them that military discipline came first, that it had priority over Congo's Independance, which had been proclaimed on June 30th.

"They want everything right now! We can't just take all Chief-Sergeants and make them officers without first giving them the proper training! Officers must be counted upon to take the right decisions in life-or-death situations!" Gilles complained.

His wife listened. They had been living in that garrison for the last six years. Capitaine-commandant Gilles LeBlanc was aide-de-camp to the full Colonel who was in command of Camp Hardy. The Force publique was Congo's military pride. It was a unified force of 25,000 troops from all Congo's ethnic and tribal groups!

Up to this day, he never had a shadow of doubt as to the men's loyalty to their high command and their white officers, but now that Congo's independance had been proclaimed... Today, he could feel it... Something was off.
 
TO BE CONTINUED.

Note: Capitaine-commandant (Kapitein-commandant) is a rank between Captain and Major in the Belgian Army.
Title: Re: Mutiny In Thysville! (interracial, black on white w, vaginal and oral)
Post by: HistBuff on October 26, 2021, 07:28:41 AM
As Capitaine-commandant Gilles LeBlanc began his day of administrative duties, he felt that everything was normal and laughed within himself as being overly worried. His guts told him it was otherwise, but he tossed all this aside and carried on with his day.

When he got back home for supper*, his wonderful Anne was once again playing the record he had given her last Christmas -- another American record, this one released the previous year by the Delicates... Ronnie Is My Lover (https://youtu.be/q_-WkSEJ6Mw (https://youtu.be/q_-WkSEJ6Mw)). (* note: Belgians don't dine, they sup.)

Anne loved American music in spite of knowing little English. He peeked through her room's ajar door and saw her lying on her bed, eyes closed and trying to repeat all the lyrics. He knew that she only understood "Ronnie is my lover" and "Till eternity" and this was enough for the song to work its magic on his daughter's youthful heart!

He smiled! She was so much like him at that age! He remembered how anxious he had been to meet and fall and love with a girl... just like she was to meet a boy! Then, six months later, he had met his future wife -- a very alluring brunette who didn't seem that much enamoured at first, but against all odds, the relationship had endured and then blossomed into intense love and affection.

When he saw his pretty wife Béatrice, he took her in his arms and made her laugh by spinning her round in the kitchen. He did this sometimes. His wife looked very young for a woman in her early forties. He absolutely loved having sex with her! He also did his best to pleasure her like she wished.

Then it was all hands to supper. Gilles LeBlanc cherished these moments when they were just the four of them, eating their meal together as of old. He knew his daughters would soon leave to have a life of their own... and then he'll become a grandfather!

Times flew by so fast! Not so long ago in his mind, he had been the young Lieutenant, so very happy in his marriage, but taking part in such a grim and tragic affair. He had been at Dunkerke in 1940, and when Belgium surrendered to Germany, his Generals had received the order to march back home and leave open the entire left flank of the British Army in a heart-breaking retreat. Every man in his platoon had felt ashamed to leave their Allies like that.

Juliette arrived a little late for supper. She had been on a visit to Miss Christiaens, her former highschool music teacher with whom she had become friends. Miss Christiaens lived at the end of the street with a fellow young French teacher by the name of Virginie Longin. They had spent the afternoon playing the piano.

When she sat down to table after kissing her parents, Juliette said that the soldiers were not like their usual selves. They were all looking at her a little too intently and it had made her uncomfortable; this had never happened before.

As she ate her beef Stroganoff, Juliette began daydreaming. Something occurred to her for the very first time in her life -- the possibility of having sex with a Congolese man! It had taken shape as she felt the soldiers' unusual gazes on her as she walked down between the rows of officer's houses. Why couldn't she take a Congolese lover for the summer?

She knew for a fact that some of them found her attractive. There had always been this unspoken and taboo sexual tension between African men and white women. It was often called the Black Peril. She knew that some of her friends had secret, forbidden fantasies with these men!

Juliette began imagining herself kissing his robust, pouty lips... feeling his dark hands touching her, caressing her and discovering her intimate mounds of flesh underneath her bra... As she ate, she felt herself becoming aroused and wet under her panties. She couldn't wait to be alone and fap! She would pleasure herself while imagining herself being pinned against a wall with his thick, robust dick deep inside her! It would be torrid and fantastic!

She remained calm and mostly silent throughout the meal, which was unusual behaviour from her; she was usually chatty and lively. Her parents concluded that she was missing that young man she had been dating since last Spring. She probably was worried too, for he hadn't phoned her at all since she was in Thysville; not one phone call for an entire week! No wonder she ate silently! 

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Things did not go well in Léopoldville! Not at all.

General Janssens had spoken again to the troops in the morning, since there had been more unrest during the night. He had ordered the arrest of a highly regarded Chief-Sergeant who had been encouraging Congolese soldiers to stop following the orders from their white officers.

The General had reiterated the primary importance of discipline, in a long speech, which he concluded by writing these simple words on a blackboard...
BEFORE INDEPENDANCE = AFTER INDEPENDANCE

The General had meant that the same military discipline prevailed no matter the events in the political arena. The soldiers had to keep following orders. But it was misunderstood by many as meaning that nothing would change, that the black soldiers would remain unable to move up in rank higher than the non-commissioned ranks.

Trouble erupted in the capital. Some of the black policemen sided with the mutinous soldiers. White citizens got beaten up in the street. The violence was still sporadic, but something needed to be done and quick, lest this wind of revolt spread all over Congo!

In Camp Hardy, the second battalion was ordered to prepare and set off from Thysville to help restore order in Léopoldville. The Colonel was on a mission in Stanleyville, far away in this immense country, and a Major Lambert was assuming interim command of Camp Hardy. He phoned Capitaine-commandant Gilles LeBlanc and ordered him to lead this battalion.

When he got to the troop transport trucks to take command, the drivers and soldiers refused to go! They wouldn't go even when ordered. Gilles LeBlanc felt the tension was at a breaking point!

To try to calm things down, he said he'd give the men another hour and quickly went back to his house. His one mission now was to get his wife and daughters to safety and warn his fellow officers! The soldiers were on the verge of mutiny! Some loyal soldiers also went to warn the officers.

He rushed back home and through the front door...
"Quick! Quick!" He told his astonished wife. "Take the girls with you and follow me! Hurry! There's not a second to lose!"

"What's going on! What's the sudden hurry?..."

"I'll say it just to you, but keep calm... The soldiers in the Camp are about to mutiny..."

Béatrice almost screamed. She became dead-frightened, but thought of her daughters and controlled herself. Half a minute later, they were all running uphill toward the officer's mess, a sturdy building that offered a decent position for defence.

A mob of angry Congolese soldiers came running and stormed the officers's houses only minutes after they were gone! The vast majority of the officers had taken a defendable refuge in their mess. A night-long siege began.

A few unfortunate officers were too late and were caught isolated amid their mutinous troops! They were disarmed, beaten up, humiliated and jeered at and finally thrown into the Camp's jail, where they received further beating up. Wives began screaming as frenzied Congolese soldiers began ripping their clothes off!

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Léonie Descamps, the Colonel's wife, was among those unfortunates.

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She became the widowed Colonel's second wife when he remarried in 1958. They had honeymooned in De Panne, a very popular seaside resort right next to the French boarder.

Léonie was the daughter of a cousin of his, thus marrying her was perfectly legal. When he had noticed this beautiful young lady was showing interest in him, the 50-year-old Colonel had jumped at the chance to relive an intense, youthful romance with this 22-year-old gorgeous blonde, now 24. She was mostly after the easy, comfy life she knew he could offer her; she also knew she could control him using her youthful charms.

The age-gap couple became the talk of the family. It was a lot easier to manage with him and his wife being in Congo while the rest of the family was in Belgium. His eldest son was a 25 year-old Lieutenant who was fancying his stepmother. He was serving in a paratrooper regiment and well on his way to make him a proud father -- and a cuckold in the bedroom.

When she learned about the sudden mutiny, it was too late! Throngs of angry soldiers were already running toward the Colonel's house, where she was by herself. She locked the door and frantically called for help on the phone.

The soldiers quickly smashed the front door open and she let out shrill screams of panic as they grabbed her and carried her into the master's bedroom.

Some 25 if not 30 black-faced Congolese soldiers poured inside the bedroom as Léonie -- shrieking and begging them to stop -- was tossed on the bed and they began to forcibly strip her out of her summer clothes.

These negroes were utterly fascinated with her pale skin and her bright golden hair. Black hands kept stroking her face and hair, and groping her breasts, while a Sergeant said they didn't want to hurt her, that they just wanted "to know her better" as they were all so very curious about seeing what was hiding beneath the clothes of a white woman.

Others were jeering at her and kept calling her a "salope blanche" (white slut) while two pairs of strong hands brutally ripped apart the plaid gilet she had been wearing for the cooler evening -- the same she had worn on their honeymoon in De Panne. Then they made short work of her white blouse, ripping it wide open as she screamed "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!"

For a fleeting second, her bra provided a last-ditch cover for her intimate B-size perky breasts, which suddenly appeared in their pale ivory jiggling nakedness when someone yanked it off and mixed the sound of tearing fabric with her shrill screams and the men's jeering...
"NON ! ARRÊTEZ ! J'VOUS EN PRIE ! NON !... JE SUIS LA FEMME DE VOTRE COLONEL !" (NO! STOP! I BEG YOU! NO!... I'M YOUR COLONEL'S WIFE!)

Léonie had them even more aroused by reminding them she was their Colonel's wife! It was like throwing oil on fire! They began calling her "Madame la colonelle" (Madam Colonel's wife) and brutally finished stripping her naked, pinning her arms on either side of her protesting head and pulling her shorts and panties all the way down her strikingly beautiful legs and feet!

Her intimate patch of golden hair danced atop her exposed cunt as she hopelessly wriggled and squirmed amid a forest of dark-brown arms and a tumult of lust-charged screams, jeers and racial slurs...
"Sale petite blanche ! Tu vas voir ce que c'est que des bites de nègre !" (Dirty little white slut! We'll show what negro dicks are all about!)
"Tu vas voir comment on va te violer, Madame la colonelle !" (You'll see how we're going to rape you, Madam Colonel's wife!)
"On va tous te passer dessus, salope blanche !" (Each and everyone of us will own you, white whore!)

They shouted many other things in Lingala, but she only understood what they said in French.

Léonie shrieked and frantically fought to free herself from too many men as an older warrant officer roughly spread her legs apart. He had already dropped his beige uniform trousers. Her eyes wide-open with sheer terror, the Colonel's wife looked at the Chief-Sergeant's huge black veiny dick that pointed in her direction, its cock hard and ready for her!
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO... PLEASE! DOOOON'T!... DOOON'T!... NAOOOOOOO!!!!"

The 45-year-old NCO laughed, his full set of ivory teeth giving some sort of evil light to his grinning dark face, as he laid over Léonie and pushed his cock against her semi-dry entrance. All her limbs were hopelessly restrained and she could only passively endure the invading cock that made its painful way inside her unprepared womanhood.

The middle-aged negro pushed hard and rough and uttered a loud groan of victory as he felt himself all the way in! Encouraged by all his younger subordinates, Chief-Sergeant Ilunga began pounding the screaming and protesting white wife!

His eyes wide open with elation, he gleefully raped her in mighty strokes... As he kept raping her, he cupped and squeezed her firm breasts, feeling his throbbing dick grow even harder from knowing he was playing with his Colonel's wife while banging her!

She screamed in pain! He was hurting her breasts by putting his weight on them! He was hurting her womanhood! Most of all, he was utterly destroying her pride! She began bawling as tears started streaming down her cheek, her head bobbing and her breasts jiggling or painfully pressed under the relentless pounding...

Before long, Chief-Sergeant Ilunga let out a wild jungle scream and blissfully exploded inside Léonie in a powerful unloading of jizz!

She wailed in a long, plaintive banshee-like scream as she felt his Congolese seed polluting her womb. She just couldn't wrap her head around nor fathom the horror of what was happening to her right now...

Then the weight of this foul black uniformed man she knew by sight suddenly vacated itself from her battered body, only to be replaced by another man's weight and his strong manly smell. She felt the sting of a new pride-destroying invasion and once again, her Belgian vagina was plowed and stretched by a large Congolese dick while she heard the man grunting right against her cheek and felt his savage breath against her sobbing face!

Her body was reacting and urgently sending juices to ease the pain of this brutal gang-defilement, but nothing would ever put the broken shards of her soul whole again.

The Léonie Van Cutsem (her maid's name) she had known until that fateful 5th of July had just died in the arms of 30 mutinied Congolese soldiers.

Each of them would have his turn with her. Most of them would try her again in a different position. Placing her on all fours to take her doggystyle was a crowd pleaser! Léonie had such a gorgeous butt, but her most striking bodily attribute was definitely her legs and feet!

Many soldiers had an immense erection just from watching her legs and feet dancing in front of their lust-crazed eyes as she received their loads inside her, one soldier after another.

As she tired, her shrill screams morphed into submissive whimpers. At one point, she didn't need much restraining and simply let them use her as their obedient cum dump!

"Elle a un vrai beau p'tit cul, madame la colonelle !" (Madam Colonel's wife has a real cute ass!)
"Oh oui ! Ça c'est d'la vraie belle femelle !" (You bet! Now that's a real classy chassis!)
"Et elle est serrée avec ça !" (And she's so tight on top of that!)

They also realized that she was way too scared to think of biting them, so they began to try her mouth. When ordered to do so, she opened her mouth and silently wept as she began pleasuring the large brown shaft of veiny manhood she was presented.

Léonie had a strikingly pretty face and the Sergeant -- the same one who had told her that they wanted "to know her better" -- took unfathomable delight in watching this beautiful blonde woman, naked and kneeling in front of him, as she bobbed her head back and forth while holding his large dick in her dainty hand and skillfully sucking his brown dick exactly like she did for her husband every other day!

It felt so amazing for him to have his Colonel's wife coating his throbbing dick with her saliva! She was now the figure of complete submission to their mutiny!

The Sergeant soon screamed loud as he spurted out all his jizz inside Léonie's mouth! She swallowed some of it and found the taste surprisingly bearable, yet her predicament was morally unbearable. The soldiers commented her performance...
"Ohh... Mais c'est qu'elle suce bien, la colonelle !" (Ohh... Madame Colonel's wife is really a great cock sucker!)
"Elle a une vraie petite gueule à prendre les bites de nègre !" (She's got a real pretty face perfect for negro dicks!)
"Allez, encore la belle ! Mon casque a besoin d'un polissage ! Ah ! Ah ! Ah ! Ah !" (Come on! Take this again, pretty face! My helmet needs some polish!)

Léonie wondered how she was going to be able to look at herself in the mirror as she received her second negro dick inside her mouth and started over. Before long, the man roared in delight and she received another cumshot, partly swallowed, partly landing on her pretty face as he pulled out.

Over time, as she went through the entire platoon from the NCOs to the lowest rank-and-file, she got used to the taste and her face and hair became covered with loads upon loads of Congolese cum!

As she pleasured them all, the soldiers kept commenting on her physical attributes. They all knew her by sight. They all had seen her walking down the alley with her uniformed husband in front of them, wearing classy clothes, her legs and breast shapes teasing their cocks with their out-of-bounds splendor!

Accursed white pigs! They would proudly display their wives in front of their very eyes, but woe betide them if they DARE think of having some hanky-panky with one of their precious women! This was why as soon as the mutiny broke out, some soldiers had started screaming "Let's get their women!"

They most certainly got Léonie! They whored her throughout the night until dawn! Same as all the other white women they would lay their hands on!

Soldiers drove out of Camp Hardy and began spreading terror throughout the entire area. Refugees started arriving in Léopoldville -- a two hours' drive away -- with tales of horror! The white population in Léopoldville began panicking and scrambled for the ferries across the river to Brazzaville.

The high command in Brussels reacted very swiftly. The following day, July 6th, they began evacuating the frightened white civilians with Sabena planes from Brazzaville airport. Each plane that flew to Brussels loaded with refugees returned to Brazzaville loaded with Belgian troops.

Back in Camp Hardy, Capitaine-commandant Gilles LeBlanc, his Major, the other officers and some loyal soldiers held their position good against the attackers, who finally began to negotiate in early morning.

The soldiers wanted the "bad officers" to leave and the "good ones" to stay with their families. They swore on their honour that these "good whites" had no harm to fear from them.

In Léopoldville, the newly arrived Belgian troops began restoring some form of law and order in the capital's streets, disarming the most violent groups of soldiers and policemen.

Major Lambert, who was in command at the officer's mess, received a phone call from the General in Léopoldville, who asked him if they wanted reinforcements. On Gilles LeBlanc's advice, he declined, saying that this would anger the mutinied garrison and they wouldn't be able to defend the mess; worse, the loyal soldiers might refuse to shoot at their brothers in arms and could even turn against them!

Thus far, no casualties had been taken, as the officers in their mess and the soldiers down the hill had spent the sleepless night observing each other without any assault being launched. If they saw new troops arriving and moving against them, the mutinied soldiers would become desperate and then launch a massive assault and then overrun the officers mess!

The negotiations lasted the entire day, during which time some of the mutinous troops began once more to rape the white women they had captured the previous night. This meant more black dicks for Léonie.

At last, some form of calm was restored in Camp Hardy. Léonie Deschamps and the other women who had been molested during this wild night of revolt and loot were all finally driven to Léopoldville to receive much needed medical attention.

Capitaine-commandant Gilles LeBlanc was suddenly made commander of Camp Hardy, since the soldiers had required that the Colonel and the Major be relieved of their command and replaced with LeBlanc and another Captain they had labelled as a "good officer". All in all, about half of the officers remained, or rather were forced to remain.

Gilles LeBlanc greatly feared for his family's safety and tried to evacuate them, but no white person was allowed to leave Camp Hardy. Then he knew that the white officers and there families were being kept as hostages!

What he found most disturbing and worrying was the fact that the officers labelled as "good whites" were precisely the ones who 1) had managed to take refuge in the mess, and 2) had a beautiful wife. The few bachelor officers were all let go with no exception. Civilian young women such as Miss Christiaens and Virginie Longin had also been labelled as "good whites".

The troops of Force publique du Congo were no longer to be trusted.

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TO BE CONTINUED.
Title: Re: Mutiny In Thysville! (interracial, black on white w, vaginal and oral)
Post by: Tony V. on October 26, 2021, 09:36:44 AM
Love the Historical Context here!! Cannot wait to see what else is brewing...... Not to say that the Belgians didn't deserve ALL the Evil headed their way.....they DID!!!




Tony V.                  :police:
Title: Re: Mutiny In Thysville! (interracial, black on white w, vaginal and oral)
Post by: To-Get-Her on October 26, 2021, 11:24:03 AM
And so it begins in earnest. Great to see that a commanding officer's wife was the first one taken, most would have made it a female of opportunity! Really can't wait for the heart of the story to come to light! merit awarded from a loyal reader
Title: Re: Mutiny In Thysville! (interracial, black on white w, vaginal and oral)
Post by: HistBuff on October 27, 2021, 08:13:20 AM
Love the Historical Context here!! Cannot wait to see what else is brewing...... Not to say that the Belgians didn't deserve ALL the Evil headed their way.....they DID!!!




Tony V.                  :police:

Thanks Tony V.!
In my preceding installment of this series (Miles Of Bad Road To Léopoldville), I have a Congolese soldier mentioning the gang-rape of his sister by a bunch of whites and now he was doing the same to their women. The Belgians indeed committed a great many atrocities against the Congolese during the colonial period.
Title: Re: Mutiny In Thysville! (interracial, black on white w, vaginal and oral)
Post by: HistBuff on October 27, 2021, 08:19:01 AM
And so it begins in earnest. Great to see that a commanding officer's wife was the first one taken, most would have made it a female of opportunity! Really can't wait for the heart of the story to come to light! merit awarded from a loyal reader

With such a gorgeous woman cast as the Colonel's wife, I had the perfect opportunity to fire on all cylinders and play out this very intense and brutal gang-rape scene! I chose to describe the opportunity rapes in one short sentence, then went on with the detailed rape scene. What follows is mostly a developmental chapter, so it's great to give readers something to enjoy right now!

I don't want to multiply the detailed rape scene before taking the action to the main characters, since this would "water down" the climax.
Title: Re: Mutiny In Thysville! (interracial, black on white w, vaginal and oral)
Post by: HistBuff on October 27, 2021, 07:41:43 PM
Capitaine-commandant Gilles LeBlanc was at a loss as to what to do!

He knew that all the officers' phone lines were listened to. He couldn't send any telegram since that was checked too, and he couldn't send a crypted message; he had himself trained his boys in crypting and deciphering messages and he had trained them well!

On this seventh of July, three Chief-Sergeants came to his office -- the ex-commander's office, whose wife was in hospital painfully recovering from her brutal ordeal before being flown to Belgium -- and they apologized for all the violence and brutality his men had done. They underscored that it was never their intention to hurt the officers and their families, but they felt a strong message had to be sent.

They solemnly promised that no more harm would be done to any white person in Camp Hardy, as long as the officers and white NCOs and civilian specialists showed their goodwill by staying with their families.

"I see. Then I take your word as it is, gentlemen!" was the interim commander's answer. Then he had them smiling by jesting...
"Gentlemen, I've heard that all Congolese soldiers were getting promoted by one rank with a corresponding raise in pay. Since this doesn't apply to me, I guess I'll still have to wait a few more years to become Major!"

He did his utmost to placate them and relax the tensed climate, being courteous and calling them "gentlemen", yet he knew that he, the other officers and all their families were actually hostages. But as of now, things could still deescalate. His biggest fear was Brussels sending a strong detachment of Belgian troops in Congo, as this would anger both Congo's government and soldiers; if that happened, any serious incident of fighting would stir renewed mutinies, and this time there would be no stopping the angry soldiers, who now controlled access to arms!

On the radio, Prime Minister Lumumba announced that he had dismissed General Janssens and that every soldier was promoted by one grade, effective immediately. He was doing his best to placate the troops. What he did not say on the air is that he had also dismissed the Belgian officer in charge of inner security (the Sûreté) and forced him into exile, precipitating a collapse of the organisation completed by the departure of most other Belgian personnel, who were all scared for themselves and their families.

On July 8th -- The situation in Léopoldville worsened abruptly in the morning, the city being virtually taken over by mutineers, now heavily armed, from Camp Léopold. This development had begun with a rumour that Soviet troops were landing at the airport with Belgian assistance; a group of Congolese soldiers who had gone to the airport to look for them returned to the city and started holding up cars and searching Europeans for arms.

By 9.30 a.m. soldiers had closed the port, preventing refugees from crossing to Brazzaville, while others occupied the telephone exchange and blocked the road to the airport. Soldiers on foot and in vehicles went through the streets apparently searching for Belgian officers, while a number entered two of the main hotels.

Another group of soldiers had been convinced that Lumumba had brought Soviet troops into the country to disarm the Force Publique. Angered by this, they stormed the hotel rooms of the Soviet delegation (which had been present for the independence celebrations) and it transpired that some of the Soviet female personnel members were raped.

Unrest was widespread in Léopoldville and in a growing number of areas. It was rumored that the Belgians were all arming themselves. This created incidents where Force publique soldiers went into some white-owned homes to search for concealed weapons, which was in turn the occasion for more incidents of anti-white violence and rape.

Belgian refugees started taking the road all across the country; they fled to Léopoldville to catch a plane or to neighbouring Rhodesia. Some unfortunate families were attacked* on the road, as the mutinied Force publique had set up road checkpoints in areas they controlled --- some families were thus trapped* amid mutineers on a deserted roadside somewhere in the immense bushland (* see note at the end of this Chapter). Thankfully, a good part of the Force publique remained loyal and very few black civilians partook in the acts of violence.

On July 9th, it was annouced that the Force publique's corps of officers was to be Africanized, with the following main conditions... a) the Force Publique would become a truly national Army, with a Congolese commander and officers; (b) the President would become Supreme Commander of the Army, and M. Lumumba would remain Defence Minister; (c) Belgian officers remaining with the Army would serve only as civilian advisers; and (d) the same conditions of Africanization would apply to the gendarmerie sections of the former Force Publique and to the police.

In Camp Hardy, a Chief-Sergeant Bobozo was immediately promoted to Colonel and two other Chief-Sergeants became Majors. Thus, the same three NCO's who had come to Capitaine-commandant LeBlanc's office as subordinates two days earlier were now his superior officers, while he was now only civilian advisor who could as well show up wearing a suit and tie!

Capitaine-commandant Gilles LeBlanc, who had been at Dunkerke, made his utmost humility effort to take it in stride. He felt like the whole world he had known was collapsing under his feet! He just couldn't wrap his head around what was happening from one day to the next! He just wanted to go home in Belgium and keep his family safe.

Other officers did their best not to show it in front if their new coloured Colonel, but they were furious and outraged! Commanded by these monkies! What a farce! They hoped Belgian troops would come to Congo and squash this rebellion! Gilles LeBlanc reminded them that violence was not the solution here. Haven't they thought of what could happen to their families here in Camp Hardy, with only 55 white officers versus 3,000 black soldiers?

Their play was to bide their time until they could get the hell of here and take the first plane from Léopoldville. Didn't they understand that Congo was already lost? Violence had started to break out throughout the country; there was no trust anymore; no sense of safety! Most of the public servants had fled or were fleeing, leaving the entire State system hopelessly disorganized without anyone with proper training!

The only solution left for white officers was to leave ASAP! But all issues were under very tight watch, especially since Colonel Bobozo had taken over.

On the night between July 9th and 10th, two officers tried to get out of the camp by night and then run to Thysville, where they would phone friends in Léopoldville so they could come and pick them up. They set out with their two wives, a 20-year-old son and one 19-year-old daughter. It didn't work. The men and the lad were beaten up and then thrown in a platoon's barrack, where they were mocked and forced to watch 30-plus Congolese soldiers gang-rape both wives and the 19-year-old daughter; a night of horror!

Then the two officers, there face swollen from the rifle butts, were called in Colonel Bobozo's office. The black Colonel told them they were both reduced in rank. To which the still-proud officers answered that only the King's rightful authority had the power to demote them. Wrong answer! They were thrown in jail, where their defiled wives and daughter joined them, followed by a black platoon of Congolese troops for another brutal round of forced sex in front of the appalled officers!

They had to watch as the white women were grabbed by the pack of black men, who ripped their already-ripped clothes off their battered bodies to have another look at their blindingly beautiful breasts, butts, legs and feet as they took their turns in giving them more loads of their African semen, also taking the time to force them down to their knees, where they were made to give blowjobs to the entire platoon! Many cumshots were spurted out on the 19-year-old daughter's sobbing pretty face!

The mothers, oblivious of their own ordeal, wailed and cried for the poor girl! The 20-year-old son looked at her brutal gang-rape with tears flowing down his cheeks and a monster erection pushing the front of his pants.

Lastly, it got even worse, as the daughter was forced to pleasure her neighbour's dick, then his son, while each wife was forced to have sex with one another's husband. It needs to be said to their credit that the soldiers didn't force incest.

Gilles LeBlanc preferred not to tell his wife about this. She was scared enough as it was.

At the LeBlancs' home, Anne was too scared to stir out. Juliette had resumed her daily walks to and from the home of her former music teacher on July 8th. She was already missing playing the piano and her afternoon chats with Miss Christiaens and Virginie Longin.

On July 9th, about 1 p.m., she went out wearing her favorite dress -- a plaid sleeveless summer dress, with two tones of deep blue that highlighted her sparkling blue eyes, richly contrasted with her long dark hair and enhanced the brightness of her pale complexion. The fabric belt underscored her slim waist and her perky assets!

She wore leather loafers that revealed a great deal of her dainty feet. The hem of her dress was some three inches below her knees, so one could see the entirety of her alluring lower legs! She looked like a maturing young woman who still retained an air of teenage girl.

As she walked down the alley, a few soldiers were quietly sitting and smoking a cigarette. As she passed three of them, she felt their intense gaze sizing her up and down. They didn't catcalled her. Her gaze met their gazes... She felt both scared and incredibly excited! She smiled very subtly at one of them, her blue eyes into his dark gems for a fleeting second.

The black soldiers nodded very civilly. As she walked away, she felt their gazes on her! She heard them commenting in lingala, which she understood more than these men gave her credit for. Basically they were telling among themselves that she had a real classy chassis and they would absolutely love some alone time with her!

It sounded pretty much like things white boys would sometimes say of her in Brussels. Coming from these fierce-looking Congolese soldiers, these words sent a wild jolt of arousal right down her womanhood, where she felt herself getting soaking wet! She also felt her perky breasts swelling under her bra and the light fabric of her summer dress as another two soldiers watched her go by.

As she passed them, she also felt their gazes looking down her hair, her backside, her butt... her legs and feet! She felt her legs go a little wobbly under her as she started picturing herself with a Congolese lover, who would take her! Mount her like a beast! Who would discover her well-kept secret! And she would wrap her legs around him and feel his big throbbing dick drilling her senseless and...

Then she saw her father! He was looking straight at her.

She had never seen him so angry!

He took her by the crook of her elbow. She yelped. Then he forcibly walked her right back home. None of the soldiers intervened; the scene positively amused them and besides, they held this Captain in high regard.

"YOU MUST NOT GO OUT LIKE THIS! THIS IS TOO DANGEROUS! YOU'RE INVITING TROUBLE!" Gilles LeBlanc said, slamming the front door closed.
"FATHER! I'M 20 YEARS OLD AND I CAN TAKE CARE OF MYS... AIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEE!!!!" she didn't complete her sentence. Her father slapped her hard! So hard she fell down the floor.

"GILLES!!!" cried her mother.

Gilles stood there, appalled at what he had just done. He looked at Béatrice, then at Juliette. Tears were welling in his eyes. He had never laid hand on any of his daughters!

Juliette got up and angrily walked into the room she shared with Anne, who was playing her records and reading magazines or books. She quickly packed her things and then she announced that she was going to stay down the street with Miss Christiaens and Virginie Longin.

"NO!" said Gilles. "IT'S TOO DANGEROUS! YOU MUST NOT GO OUT! AND THAT'S FINAL!"

It broke his heart to see Juliette look at him with such anger in her eyes! Then it occurred to him that if he kept telling her it was too dangerous, he would scare the heck out of her and his wife. The best course was to calm things down and let Juliette stay with them if she wanted.

"Well... I'm sorry Juliette! I'm really sorry! Things are all tensed up everywhere! If you wish to go stay with them, then go..."

His elder daughter was just too angry to answer. As Juliette walked through the door, her mother tried to defuse the tension...
"JULIETTE! SAY HI FROM ME TO MISS CHRISTIAENS AND VIRGINIE! TELL THEM I'M COMING LATER TO SPEAK TO THEM..."

Juliette didn't answer, but her mother knew her daughter. She had understood.

Once Juliette was gone, Gilles LeBlanc broke down and started sobbing in his wife's arms...
"You have no idea what's going on! You have no idea!..."

"Look, Gilles, she's just going to stay with them for a couple of days. I know my Juliette. She'll miss Anne. She'll miss me. And she'll miss you too! As I speak, she's on the verge of tears because she's upset you. You'll see, she'll be fine!"

TO BE CONTINUED.

Note: For a story of Belgians fleeing a mid-country town and getting trapped on the road, read "Mile of Bad Road To Léopoldville" https://ravishu.com/forums/index.php?topic=49866.0 (https://ravishu.com/forums/index.php?topic=49866.0)

Note: This is mostly a developmental chapter; I'm simplifying an extremely complex course of events!
Title: Re: Mutiny In Thysville! (interracial, black on white w, vaginal and oral)
Post by: HistBuff on October 28, 2021, 08:03:50 AM
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When she showed up at their home with her suitcase in hand, Juliette was afraid she'd been unwelcome to stay with her former teachers, even though she had money to pay for her boarding and was perfectly fine with sleeping on the couch.

Martine Christiaens and Virginie Longin were actually delighted to be having her! They welcomed her companionship, all the more since Juliette was also into teaching; she had studied mathematics and history. They found her a nice quiet corner in the living room, with some light screening for her intimacy; it was no trouble at all!

Martine and Virginie were both in their mid- to late twenties. Martine was exquisitely petite with light brown hair and perky assets, her pretty face and her blindingly feminine frame being her most strking features. Virginie was a blonde and a glass-wearing library girl, looking like an unaccessible bookish woman, yet any connoisseur knew instantly how gorgeous she was with her clothes off; nerdy girls are never to be underestimated.

They quickly hit it off and had very interesting conversations... which revolved around men.

"You're sure? Well... A woman who does this here must keep it a top secret!" said Martine Christiaens.

"I know... It's never heard of here in Congo, but in Brussels it does happen. I know a girl who rented a room in my boarding house who had a black lover. She said the sex was absolutely fantastic!" Juliette spoke these last words with lustful fires lighting up her eyes.

"Well, my young lady, you better wait until you're back in Belgium to run your little experiment!" replied Martine.

"A well-bred lady must have her little secrets!" added Virginie with a playful smile at their new boarder.

"I know..." said Juliette with a sigh in her voice... "things are very different here, but it's wrong! It's wrong to forbid people to love one another because of the colour of their skin! In Belgium, a white woman can take a black husband; the law doesn't forbid it like here, although she'd still be shunned by her family... But I don't want to make a political statement out of it; I'm young and curious, that's all!"

"Young and curious are synonymous! Well, all I can say is our former pupil has grown up and she's doing quite well thank you!" said Virginie, kissing her on the cheek and holding her hand in a motherly way.

When she came over, Béatrice was overjoyed to be visiting Martine and Virginie, both of whom she got along well with. They had a lively chat, then Juliette played the piano and they all goofed off while her mother sang along with Martine.

This July 9th was a fine Saturday afternoon, with the weather neither too hot nor too cold as it is usually the case in July, which is the least warm month of the year in Congo.

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Gilles LeBlanc returned to his office on that afternoon. With reports of violent incidents in Léopoldville, Thysville, Port Matadi and now a new mutiny having erupted in Elisabethville, the population in Belgium had started pressuring the government to send troops to Congo.

Gilles learned that a first battalion of Belgian paratroopers had landed in Léopoldville and two companies had already taken the country roads to dismantle roadblocks set up by mutinous troops while the rest disarmed mutineers in Léopoldville and restored order in the capital city. The flow of refugees resumed their crossing the river to Brazzaville.

Sabena airline established a nonstop airlift between Léopoldville and Brussels. Each plane left Congo full of refugees and returned from Belgium loaded with troops.

This was what Gilles LeBlanc feared the most, but he knew this was coming. He phoned to the General in Léopoldville, urging him to avoid any fighting and restore peace and order in a pacific way. He couldn't say more as he knew his phoneline was listened to.

He told the General that the situation was calm in Camp Hardy since July 7th. The General said there were many troops who had driven out of Camp Hardy and set up roadblocks to trap fleeing Belgians, in addition to their multiple acts of violence in small towns.

The General simply didn't have enough troops for all the unrest and disorders erupting everywhere. It's like every time he put out a fire, two no ones popped out! And protection civilians came before the military families. The General knew this and Gilles-LeBlanc knew this too; no Belgian troops would be coming to Camp Hardy and free them.

The General concluded the phonecall by promising to do his very best to put a non-violent end to these disorders. The Africanization of the officers corps did not suffice to calm down the troops; it was like a volcanu eruption; anger, a sense of injustice and frustration, accumulated over decades upon decades... It was all erupting and there was no stopping it.

On Sunday July 10th, Belgian paratroopers came to Elisabethville, where a mutiny had broken out and the vast majority of white civilians had managed to take refuge in a building, but they desperately needed help. Six strong companies proved sufficient to end the mutiny and restore order in the town without a shot being fired.

Elsewhere, things got more violent. Some mutineers drove out of the garrisons and began sacking white-owned houses, taking valuables and raping the women. Belgian paratroopers clashed with these mutineers, fireshots were exchanged and casualties were taken, mostly on the mutineers' side.

News of these clashes stirred more anti-white violence elsewhere. Gilles LeBlanc was right. You don't put out a fire by throwing oil on it. But the government in Brussels cared a lot more about its electoral base than a bunch of angry black soldiers in Congo, so they started sending a great many troops; they even called reservists back into active duty.

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Prime Minister Lumumba was positively furious with this Belgian military intervention, which a described as an act of war and agression from a foreign country. Congo was now a sovereign State! He called for the immediate withdrawal of all Belgian troops.

NATO saw heated verbal exchanges between the representatives of Belgium and Congo. Belgium was accusing Congo of not being able to police its territory, so their Nationals needed protection in one way or another. Congo accused Belgium of sending troops to take its colony back by force!

In Brussels, the public was worried about the Belgian Nationals who were stranded amid all this warlike violence; many people in Brussels felt that the anti-white violence in Congo was now widespread and systematic, which it wasn't; violence only erupted at the local scale, but it in a great many different places and it sometimes got really nasty.

Belgian Navy ships were due to arrive the following morning at Port Matadi, which was the strategic seaside gateway to Congo on the westernmost tip of the country. Trouble and violence had erupted there too. Most of the white population had fled by Sunday July 10th, but for one reason or another, the Belgian admiral thought there were still a great many white people waiting to be evacuated and he had decided to dispatch two frigates there along with some transport ships.

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Juliette had a restless night. She felt sad about her row with her beloved father. She also felt worried... Really worried! This was so unlike him! He must have been going through mind-boggling tension to be so strung up! Tomorrow was a Monday and he'd be working a long day; she decided to go see him in the evening and apologize for what had happened Saturday.

She tried to sleep, but her overexcited senses wouldn't cooperate. She felt loads of sexual tension throughout her whole body irradiating from her ovulating womanhood. She began to fap... She caressed her own breasts, thinking it was a tall, well-built Congolese soldier who was doing the touching! Hmmmm... That felt good!

She did it through her light camisole, then went under the fabric and pictured her imaginary black lover cupping and kneading her breasts. It felt so good! She was now drenching wet!

Then she heard sounds... She listened closely...
"... ooooohhh... ohhhhhhh... hrrr.... hhrrrr... oahh yes!... yes! ohhh yes! hrr, hrr, hrrr... ohh my strong bull! you fill me up, mhhhh yes! yes!..."

It was rather faint, but she could hear clearly. It first sounded like Virginie or Martine was fapping too, but it was so much more intense, and there seemed to be definite sounds of male grunting in the mix!

Juliette got curious. She got up and silently walked closer. It was coming from Virginie's room. The door was unlocked. She hesitated, but then she heard Virginie panting and uttering something wild with a mid-whispering voice...
"Ohhhhh, my black stud! you have such a big warm dick!!! ... aaaaaahhh yes!!... yes!!! yes!! Mount me! Mount me!!... ooohh, ooohhh, ohhh..."

Juliette was suddenly hit by a fire! She very carefully opened the door. It was a bright silvery night, with the Moon waxing Gibbous, almost still full. There was enough light filtering through the curtain for her to see plainly...

Virginie was copulating with a black man! She had a Congolese lover! Her?! She looked so classy and formal when she gave her French courses, always impeccably dressed with library-girl glasses and hairstyle, looking like a girl from the 40's... She was the last person whom she thought would do something so crazy!

Virginie was lying down under HIM; she had her arms above her head and she was holding the iron posts of her bed frame while her entire body was shaken from relentless pounding while the black man, presently kneeling, had grabbed her hips and was fucking her like a complete savage while maintaining her hips off the mattress and grunting like a jungle beast!

Juliette saw Virginie's perky breasts jiggling wildly under this overwhelming copulating force! Virginie orgasmed very intensely, biting her lip and trying hard not to make too much noise...
"Oooaaaahhhh... aahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh!!!"

Then the black man, all sweaty and panting, got tired in his arms and let her hips fall down on the mattress. He laid himself down on her and resumed the savage pounding as she wrapped her alluring white legs around his chocolate loins.

She kept moaning. He kept grunting. Juliette felt massively turned on by this scene; the man's muscular back was enough by itself to get her soaking wet! She had begun masturbating and was already building herself near a youthful climax.

Then the Congolese man lost his notions of space and time as his dick exploded inside the white French teacher!
"AAhhhNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN..."

Juliette watched both lovers as they panted and kissed in each other's arms.

She began thinking... She was dying to take this black man's dick inside her mouth, to make him hard again so he could then take her too! Her entire body urged for this! She was 20 years old and still a virgin! It was about time she had some hanky-panky of her own!

But no! she decided. It wasn't fair on Virginie to do this.

Juliette left the door ajar, used the bathroom and then quietly went back to her makeshift bed -- merely blankets on a thin mattress directly on the floor. She still heard them faintly. She couldn't sleep; she was so overexcited!

She fapped and orgasmed very powerfully, running the scene over and over again! She too bit her lip to muffle her unrestrainable moaning!

She had no idea how long she had been staying awake. There was nothing she could do; her body just refused sleeping. She began fapping again. Ohhhh... It felt so good! She caressed her breasts, picturing his manly black hands directly cupping and kneading them, skin against skin! Then she soaked her fingers in her mouth and began playing with her left nipple with her saliva-soaked fingers, imagining it was HIM! With his pouting negro lips!

Ooohhhhhhh... She kept caressing herself; she began once more fingering herself. She knew it was going to be a good one! Her entire body was craving for a big, juicy African dick!

She was now panting heavily! She pictured herself having several black lovers... An entire squad of soldiers in their barracks... They took their turns in fucking her senseless, making her orgasming a great many times over! All of them studs with big dicks! All mounting her like centaurs! ...

"ohhh... ohhhh, ohhhhh, mmhhhhhh!... mmhhhh, yes! they're all taking me!... mhhhhhh... I'm their white woman!... mhhhhhhh, ohh, ohh, ohhh, ohhhh..."

Then she had another all-powerful orgasm, and she finally fell asleep, wondering when the girl named Juliette would finally become a true woman.


TO BE CONTINUED.
Title: Re: Mutiny In Thysville! (interracial, black on white w, vaginal and oral)
Post by: To-Get-Her on October 28, 2021, 02:22:43 PM
Well it seem really hypocritical of Virginie to try to dissuade Juliette from taking or thinking of taking a Congolese lover for her own! Of course the old adage "Do as I say not what I do' comes to mind immediately!. Can't wait to see how Juliette feels about Congolese men after having a few of then rudely!
Title: Re: Mutiny In Thysville! (interracial, black on white w, vaginal and oral)
Post by: HistBuff on October 30, 2021, 03:53:25 AM
Well it seem really hypocritical of Virginie to try to dissuade Juliette from taking or thinking of taking a Congolese lover for her own! Of course the old adage "Do as I say not what I do' comes to mind immediately!. Can't wait to see how Juliette feels about Congolese men after having a few of then rudely!

Thanks To-Get-Her!
Virginie is a type of nerdy blonde I find very exciting. Having her in a consensual scene with a black lover was a real turn-on for me. It also depicts the fact that, well... people go about living their life. They just don't hand around waiting to be raped! These women have no idea that very soon, they'll receive more Congolese cum than they can handle!  >:D
Title: Re: Mutiny In Thysville! (interracial, black on white w, vaginal and oral)
Post by: HistBuff on October 30, 2021, 03:54:43 AM
July 11th 1960

It was a little past 11 a.m. on the round clock in the office of Capitaine-commandant Gilles LeBlanc, former interim commander of Camp Hardy and now civilian adviser. He was presently on the phone with Général-major Albert Delu, commander of the Belgian expeditionary corps, the numbers of which were growing with each new Sabena flight landing in Léopoldville.

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Their conversation got pretty intense. Two escort ships of the Belgian Navy --- the Georges Lecointe and the A.F. Dufour --- had arrived in the bay of Port Matadi and they had begun firing on mutinied gendarmes of the Force publique! Each of these small frigates had four 20 mm cannons and one anti-air 100 mm cannon that could also be used to fire on the mutineers.

"Sir! You don't understand! There are no white citizens left in Matadi! You need to pull those ships back! This Rear-Admiral has been misinformed. Tell these ships to stop firing, now!"

"Captain! You're not going to tell me or the admiral how to conduct operations! There are many mutineers ransacking white-owned stores and even white-owned homes! We can't just let them parade around like savages!"

"But Sir! There's no one left to be hurt in these homes and stores! It's only property damage. We'll send a column from Camp Hardy to calm them down. These ships aren't needed. Could you get me in touch with the Rear-Admiral?"

"I'm afraid that's not possible, Captain. The admiral is presently aboard one of these ships."

"What?! Why the hell does he have to be aboard?! The Captain can't do the job?!"

"Captain, I think that will be enough. If you want to send a column, that's fine, but you aren't giving me instructions! Is that understood, CAPTAIN?" he put real emphasis on LeBlanc's subordinate rank. "What a fucking asshole!" thought LeBlanc. He calmly replied, livid with rage...

"General, your family is safe in Belgium, and the same goes for the admiral's family. My family is here in Camp Hardy, where 3,000 Congolese soldiers could mutiny if they think that the Belgian Army is going to war with them! That's why I respectfully insist. Call those ships back!"

"That's enough, Captain!"

"Sir, I don't intend to be disrespectful. I simply state you the facts. I've been in this country for the last 15 years."

"Yes, of course, Captain. I'll reconsider."

"Thank you Sir!"

Gilles LeBlanc didn't put that much trust in this general and this admiral. If the Rear Admiral had seen fit to be onboard one of these two ships, that meant he wanted to see some nice fireworks. He needed to go higher up. He needed to call Brussels and pull strings with some powerful friends he had high up there.

He exited his office and went to the phone dispatcher. The cute young officer -- a Belgian woman around 25 years old -- made the call to the number he gave her in Brussels. He knew this was going to be "listened" to, but he was attempting to stop Belgian ships from firing on Congolese men.

Colonel Bobozo was looking for him.

"Sir," the Colonel said, "tell the men in second battalion to get ready! We are sending reinforcements with artillery to fire back at those ships." The newly promoted black Colonel had a long habit of addressing the Belgian officer as Sir.

"Sir, replied Gilles LeBlanc. I strongly advise against sending artillery. I'd recommend only sending troops to calm down the mutineers. I'm phoning Brussels to get someone above this asshole General to order these damned ships back!"

"Negative, Sir. We can't risk having our men shot at by these ships. Without artillery, they'll be sitting ducks!"

"Not if I pull the right strings in Brussels. Trust me, these ships will be ordered back. If you send the column with artillery, the Belgian observation planes will spot this; they'll see a threat for their ships and our convoy may get hit by an airstrike!"

"They wouldn't dare!"

"From what I've heard from this moronic General, they seem intent of having some fireworks today."

"THEY BETTER NOT!" the black Colonel said with an ominous voice.

"Sir, I'll get through my call in Brussels. You won't even need to send this battalion to Matadi."

"I'm sending the column right now, with artillery, and that's final! Make your call to Brussels; all the best if it works!"

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Gilles LeBlanc was calling a Lieutenant-général he knew well for having fought alongside him in the Blitz in France and nearly saved his life when their company ambushed Germans near Dunkerke. This Lieutenant-général, comte Alexandre du Boys-Joly-Sainte-Croix, was a fifth-degree relative to the King.

He got through to this Count's mansion, but unfortunately he was on vacation in Nice. He tried to reach two other such top-brass connections, to no avail. Then he tried to reach Général Hervieux Merteens, Chief of Staff of the Belgian Armed Forces. He insisted that it was extremely urgent, that lives were at stake!

The second battalion was gone to Matadi. It was past 2 p.m. when Capitaine-commandant Gilles LeBlanc finally managed to reach Général Hervieux Merteens in Brussels. The General knew him by his first name; they had met three years prior at some government official function in Ghent, in castle Geeraard de Duivelsteen, where the Count had introduced him.

At quarter past 2 p.m., the trigger-happy Rear Admiral received, directly from Brussels, the order to IMMEDIATELY cease fire!

By this time, Capitaine-commandant Gilles LeBlanc had been put under arrest in Camp Hardy! At 10 past 2 p.m., he had lept from his office chair and immediately went to the Colonel's office to inform him that these Navy ships would finally be called back.

As soon as he was out of his own office, he was met with an enraged Colonel and four equally angry soldiers who trained their rifles at him immediately! The Colonel pulled out his pistol and thundered in a stern voice...
"Capitaine-commandant Gilles LeBlanc! You are under arrest! You will be escorted to the Camp's jails! The column we had sent has been hit by... HOLD HIM!!!"

Gilles LeBlanc had his hand on his pistol when two soldiers, dropping their rifles, rushed at him as quick as lightning while a third soldier hit him square on the head with the butt of his rifle.

Gilles LeBlanc would wake up in a cell packed with fellow officers that had been hit like him, with swollen spots on their faces to show for it. The white boys and other children had all been taken to the jails too. There was no sign of the officers' womenfolk.

He learned through other officers that the second battalion had been hit by an airstrike on its way to Port Matadi. They had taken casualties and had decided to return to Camp Hardy. Upon their return, they had shouted to their fellow Congolese soldiers that the Belgians were shooting them on sight!

A widespread mutiny had erupted all over the Camp! This time, no black troops remained loyal to their officers.

All the officers had immediately been put under arrest and thrown in jail. Most of them were sobbing, thinking of their wives and families stranded amid this hell!

A group of well-armed soldiers were in the cell, taunting and beating up several officers and officers' teenage sons. There was a barred window, where he could look toward the barracks.

Looking out that window, Gilles LeBlanc heard shrill female screams. At a distance, he saw a group of soldiers tossing a uniformed woman from one to another and taking turns in forced-kissing her. He suddenly recognized her --- it was the pretty phone dispatcher.

She begged them to stop, but they pressed themselves against her. Gilles heard her screams intensifying... "Nooooooooooooooo!!! Stop! Noooooooo!!!" The woman was suddenly topless and sobbing amid this pack of black hyenas who were about to use her as a piece of fuck meat!

Gilles refused to look any longer at the grim scene. He felt guilt, as the sight of this white woman's breasts outdoors, under the Congolese sun and amid her Congolese tormentors, was arousing him. He began sobbing, thinking of his wife, his two daughters... JULIETTE! ANNE!... BÉATRICE... A fellow officer and a friend held him and tried to comfort him, knowing there was no comforting from such an unspeakable horror.

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Juliette was playing the piano with Martine singing alongside her, while Virginie was quietly reading a book. It was about twenty past 2 p.m. when they felt and heard loud voices and noises coming from the alley. People were shouting! Women were screaming in panic. What the hell was going on?

Virginie opened the front door and looked outside. She was immediately confronted by two soldiers who ordered her to go back inside...
"You must stay inside your house, Miss! Not safe outside. Something has happened. Stay inside! Lock your door and you'll be fine!" one soldier was grinning and looking directly at her breast shapes while his mate spoke. Their demeanour indicated that the were ready to use their rifles in case of disobedience.

Looking over their shoulders, Virginie quickly saw that the Congolese soldiers were going door to door; all the officers who had been home were being systematically arrested and taken away, often hit by rifle butts, while their wives screamed and were ordered to go back inside!

Virginie quickly obeyed. She closed and locked the door behind her, then she screamed in panic.

"THE SOLDIERS! THE SOLDIERS! THEY'RE COMING! THEY'VE MUTINIED AGAIN!"

Martine and Juliette immediately rose to their feet and ran to the window. A group of soldiers was quickly gathering right near their front door. Similar groups were forming in front of each and every house where white families were present.

Martine started to cry in panic and frantically went into her bedroom to take her revolver. Gone! Of course! In the first mutiny, on the evening of July 5th, the soldiers had been through the whole place; it had taken two full days to tidy the house again. Their weapons had been confiscated!

She went to look at a window with a view on the backyard. Two soldiers were there, fully armed and standing watch. They were trapped! They were screwed!

The three women held each other in the middle of the living room, weeping and trying to comfort each other. Juliette wept the most, as it suddenly hit her that these angry soldier were about to break down the front door and she was going to be forcibly deflowered and defiled by all of them!

Martine shrieked "NOooooooohhhhhhh!" and Virginie called her black lover's name "THIERRY! AU SECOURS!" (THIERRY, HELP ME!) and Juliette was bawling when they heard jeering men's voices starting to beat down the front door.

Then the door was smashed open and THEY WERE THERE! A great many of them!

They rushed at the three women and ruthlessly separated them!

They spotted Juliette's makeshift bed in a corner of the living room and took Martine there. Virginie --- squirming amid them and shrieking at the top of her high pitched voice --- was taken to Martine's bedroom; Juliette was wailing and carried to Virginie's room and shoved on the very bed where she had seen Virginie with her lover.

The house was filled with the women's shrill screams and sounds of tearing fabric as they ripped their shirts open with buttons flying easily under a moving forest of angry black hands! The Congoles roared and jeered in wild anticipation at the prospect of emptying their loads inside these gorgeous white women!

Juliette heard the soldier facing her groaning with beastly satisfaction as he tore open the delicate plaid fabric of her two-tone blue dress and revealed her white bra, which was immediately yanked away by another brown hand as she screamed and begged them to stop...
"NAAAAhhhhhhhhhh!!! ARRÊTEZ !!! NON !!! J'VOUS EN PRIE !!! NOOaaaaaahh!!!"

Amid all the jeering and triumphant roaring she was surrounded with, she could still hear the shrill screams from Virginie and Martine who were similarly getting dealt with in the other rooms.

Juliette SHRIEKED as they pulled her ruined dress top right down and off her arms and quickly undid her belt, then violently pulled and yanked the remnants of her torn dress right off her suddenly revealed legs and feet --- her loafers were long gone from her feet in this tumult of packed assaults.

The colored men felt their raging erection intensifying when their eyes met Juliette's legs and feet as her firm breasts jiggled sideways in panicked motions while she kept squirming under this forest of dark arms and hands --- all so blindingly white and beautiful!

"I love her legs!" said a Corporal to a smiling Private.

There were countless voices and grinning black faces surrounding her. She noticed some men already had their shirts off and were dropping their uniform pants! She shrieked in unspeakable terror when she felt her panties being torn away from her pale hips!

She heard the men laughing and commenting on her most intimate body parts...

"Oh ! Elle est bien la petite ! T'as vu ses seins !?" (Wow! She's a nice little cutie one! Did ya see her boobs?!)

"Regarde-moi cette belle touffe noire ! Ah Ah... On va la violer, cette petite salope blanche !" (Oh... Look at her nice patch of black cunt hair! Yeah... We're gonna rape this little white slut!)

"Eh, putain de Bruxelloise ! Tu vas tâter de la bite de nègre ! Ça va te faire du bien !" (Hey, Brussels whore! You're gonna taste some negro dick! It will do you good!)

Then she saw a tall, overweight man right in front of the bed, while she heard Martine's and Virginie's nonstop frantic screaming amid loud jeers of packed men having their grim fun with them.

"Sergent-chef Bobozo !?" Juliette said in astonishment; then she noticed he was wearing a Colonel's uniform. She remembered... The Army had been Africanized two days ago...

"Bonjour Mademoiselle !" Colonel Bobozo said, greeting her with a sardonic smile.

Then her eyes opened wide with horror. His pants were unzipped and his erect dick was jutting out in a glorious chocolate-brown column of veiny flesh with a fisty round cock ready for her! It was HUGE!

Juliette SHRIEKED frantically when the soldiers intensified their firm hold of all her limbs and Colonel Bobozo knelt on the bed right in front of her. Then he heavily laid himself down on top of her and forced-kissed her as he cupped one of her breasts and began squeezing it!

Relishing her frantic screaming and sobbing, he went down and sucked one of her firm nipples while kneading her other boob... He commented...
"Ahhhh, ce que c'est bon, les seins d'une fille blanche !" (Oh boy! It's so good to have a white girl's breasts!)
"Tu sais, Juliette, ça faisait déjà un bon moment que je rêvais de faire ça avec toi !" (You know, Juliette, I've been dreaming of doing this for quite a while!)

His men respectfully gave him time to get some foreplay. He had told them in advance that he wanted to be the first man inside Juliette and they had free licence to do whatever they wanted with the other women. He had been inquiring about Juliette's wherabouts for the last four days!

As he played with the sobbing girl's breasts, his large African erection intensified to an almost painful horn of hard wood!

Juliette couldn't wrap her head around this unfathomable horror! It had nothing to do with her fantasies! This man was way too old and fat! He looked disgusting! Nothing like the handsome muscly ebony men she had been fantasizing about...

She was hurting in her wrists and ankles, where the jeering men were holding her with a vice-like grip! The Colonel had kissed her without any tenderness and licked her, down her face and breasts, in such a vulgar, lewd manner! YUCK! His breath reeked with cheap cigar and brandy!

She kept wailing and shrieking and begging them to stop while frantically shaking her head on the pillow, in an ultimate gesture of powerless refusal, when the rape-crazy Colonel violently pushed his cock against her tight and mostly dry entrance. The Colonel's vulgar foreplay and his unattractiveness to Juliette had not done much to get her wet down there.

She knew this was going to hurt real bad!

Then the Colonel, his eyes wide open with elation, pushed hard between her labia and his monstrous dick began brutally stretching her vagina walls open!

Juliette's loud shrieks echoed throughout the entire house! The pain was far worse than what she had braced herself for! Then it got even worse as the Colonel went deeper and deeper with his impossibly large assault ram!
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHhhh.... NNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAHHHHH!!!..."

Juliette shrieked and shrieked, her mind losing all foothold on reality as her girl's soul was brutally crushed into countless chaotic shards, under one grim reality...
"DEFLOWERED! RAPED!"

Colonel Bobozo let out a wild grunt of utter satisfaction when he felt himself deep inside Juliette...
"RRHHHAAAARRRHHHH!!! ENFIN !!!" (AT LAST!)

Then he started pounding Juliette, raping her with no holds barred, forcing her to hear his gorilla-sounding grunts as he mercilessly deflowered her, lying down above her, almost crushing her under his massive weight, but supporting much of his bulk on his elbows so he could look down and watch her head bobbing and her perky breasts quivering under the relentless force of her brutal rape!

OH YES!!! RAPING THEIR DAUGHTERS WAS SO MUCH FUN!

Colonel Bobozo loved every second of this rape! He felt her ungodly tightness! No doubt she was a virgin! He grunted like a maniac in rhythm with the frantic pounding... "nnhhrr, nnhr, nnhr, nnhhrr, nnhr, nnhr, nnhhrr, nnhr, nnhr, nnhhrr, nnhr, nnhr, nnhhrr, nnhr, nnhr..."

Juliette screamed nonstop with agonizing pain! He was too big! Too big! Nooooooooo!!! Too BIG!!! She felt like her vagina walls were going to burst open from the horrific strain that kept pistoning her destroyed virginity. She felt no blood though... Just mind-boggling PAIN!

The fat negro Colonel raped her urgently and with a vengeance! He soon felt himself passing the frontier of no-return and then his entire body seized as Juliette felt his immense dick twitching inside her tightly enclosed recess... Then Colonel Bobozo screamed like a banshee as he blissfully exploded and shot an epic load of cum!

Juliette wailed with soul-piercing shrill notes of despair as she felt the warm tide of semen flooding her womanhood. Then the Colonel gave her teenage-looking breasts a parting squeeze and got up from the bed.

He was immediately replaced with a Congolese Sergeant who resumed her ordeal in grunting and groaning horror surrounded with savage cheers and jeers.

She heard countless voices calling her "salope blanche" (white slut) as she was being raped missionary style while soldiers were firmly maintaining her spread-eagled on Virginie's bed.

The bead was creaking nonstop as her good girl's virtue was being utterly destroyed with power to spare! The second man mounting her let out a roar of carnal delight and erupted with thick liberating bolts of warm jizz inside sobbing Juliette!

She immediately found herself shaken again under a third grunting Congolese man, her head bobbing from the unstoppable pounding! Her warm tears streaming down from the unspeakable pain and horror.

Amid all this pain and horror, an ironic thought occurred to Juliette. She was a true woman now.

TO BE CONTINUED.
Title: Re: Mutiny In Thysville! (interracial, black on white w, vaginal and oral)
Post by: HistBuff on October 30, 2021, 03:56:33 AM
Corporal Thierry Kasongo, one of the tallest and best-built men in Camp Hardy --- and Virginie's secret lover --- stormed into the invaded house and shouted at his men to stop this, that it was WRONG!

They shouted at him back, calling him a selfish, hypocrite virtue monger; they too wanted to enjoy the white women!

Then, Thierry stopped.

He had caught sight of Martine, now naked on all fours and getting raped doggystyle right next to her discarded torn garments! He looked at her pin-up-beautiful legs and feet... Her BUTT! So shockingly white! So mind-bogglingly firm in its nice round curves, now getting shaken and thrashed under the pounding of the Congolese soldiers who were taking their turns on her.

Her current rapist pounded her with urgency, like a mad tribesman! Grunting like a mountain gorilla while Martine whimpered and sobbed under the merciless, barbaric rape! Soon, the soldier looked up the ceiling and let out a savage roar of victory as he powerfully exploded his load inside the violated music teacher!

Thierry felt his raging erection. He no longer protested, although he had no doubt that at this very moment, his sweet Virginie was spread-eagled on her bed and savagely raped by one soldier after the other; he could hear her screams. Yet he stood by and waited his turn while another soldier took hold of Martine's conquered pale body and resumed her doggystyle ordeal.

Martine had been a strong fantasy of his for a long time! He often thought of her when he was fucking and pleasuring Virginie! NOW! Now was his chance to enjoy Martine!

When his turn came, Thierry took her doggystyle as well, greatly enjoying the irony from the fact that Martine, in her state of complete shock and horror, had no idea she was being raped by him...

Every inch of his negro dick enjoyed her tightness as he forcefully entered her. Then he raped her with no holds barred, feeling the yielding softness of her butt and hips as he kept forcefully drilling her. Her whimpers were delicious to hear! Soldiers, who knew her well, told her that she sung very well!

He didn't last long. He was so incredibly aroused! As he felt the end approaching, he screamed... "AHHHHRRRRRR... WE WON!!! WE WON!!!... NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN NNNNNNNRRRRRRHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH..."

Corporal Kasongo's roar of carnal joy filled the entire living room as he shot bolts of warm African jizz inside the Belgian woman. She was such a savage fuck! It felt so great to be defiling their women! And it was just what these white pigs deserved!

TO BE CONTINUED.
Title: Re: Mutiny In Thysville! (interracial, black on white w, vaginal and oral)
Post by: HistBuff on October 30, 2021, 03:57:04 AM
Anne's day had started like any other summer day. She had been reading books, both in French and Italian. After lunch, she had started to listen to her favorite American music records.

It was about twenty past 2 p.m. She was listening to Paul Anka's Lonely Boy and picturing herself kissing a handsome boy from her class --- her crush! (https://youtu.be/toDaI_Qa4Ic (https://youtu.be/toDaI_Qa4Ic))

As she listened to the song, she looked at a photo of herself from just a month ago, when they were visiting her grandparents --- on her mother's side --- in De Panne, on the Atlantic shore. Her grandmother had made her favorite cake to celebrate her eighteenth birthday. The photo showcased her legs and feet as she sat on a large beam looking at the rolling surf, smiling in radiant happiness as her dark brown hair danced in the wind!

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Perhaps if she showed this picture to Louis, he...

Then she heard loud screams and clamours from the street.

Her mother, her face panicked, burst inside her bedroom...
"Anne! We need to get out of here NOW! Quick! ... Grab your shoes! You'll put them on later... HURRY!..."

The frantic clicking sounds of the mother's shoes on the tiled floor was followed with the youthful pitter-patter of Anne's bare feet as they rushed to the back door.

Holding her daughter's hand, Béatrice opened the door, got out and was immediately met with three soldiers who barred their route of escape in the backyard...

"Madame la capitaine ! Where do you think you're going? GO BACK INSIDE!"

With rifles raised in a menacing gesture, the three soldiers walked on the pair, forcing them to retreat. Each soldier was intensely looking at Anne's bare feet! They felt an erection quickly swelling inside their pants along with a rush of untamed lust taking hold of their entire being.

The two frightened women found themselves in the kitchen. They turned heels to flee through the front door, when it was suddenly smashed open and a great many Congolese soldiers poured inside!

Both mother and daughter shrieked as the men rushed at and separated them. The leader of the pack was a Chief-Sergeant they knew well, a Benoît-Jules Ilungo who had been promoted to Major two days earlier when the Force publique had been Africanized and nationalized.

Looking at Anne's terrified figure up and down and appraising her youthful perky assets, he barked his grim order...

"Hold the mother and make her watch! WE WILL RAPE THE DAUGHTER!..."

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! YOU CAN'T!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! NOT MY ANNE... OaahhhhaaahhhhhhhAAAAAAAAAAAAAhH  HHHHHHHHAAAAHHH... MY BABY!... MY POOR BABY!!!..."

Béatrice screamed and wailed with a soul-piercing voice as she helplessly watched a pack of grinning soldiers take hold of Anne, who first looked at the grinning soldiers all around her, utter disbelief painted on her pretty face. Then, when the men closed in on her and seized her, she shrieked at the top of her voice, calling her mother repeatedly in frantic panic...
"MAMAN ! MAMAN ! MAMAN ! MAMAN ! MAMAN !..."

The Congolese Major nodded toward the table. They lifted shrieking Anne and carried her to the dining table, that was instantly cleared for action by a tall Sergeant, in a powerful sweeping motion of his arm that sent two pairs of empty cups and saucers down to the floor; the saltbox and pepperbox also fell on the tiled floor, like a pair of captured towers of wood.

Anne shrieked at the top of her voice and soul, calling her mom over and over as they pinned her back on the table and immediately ripped her blouse wide open, sending the light white buttons flying down as her powerless mother shrieked even louder...

"HHHHHHHHRRRRR..." The Major let out an immense groan of satisfaction as he violently yanked off Anne's bra, discovering her forbidden pair of teenage-firm breasts! Her small nipples quivered as if in panic atop her jiggling breasts while she frantically squirmed and shrieked and began sobbing, her being completely ripped out of its innocence and numb with the unspeakable horror that was befalling her.

The men left her ripped-open blouse on her. The Major felt his raging erection pushing hard against his beige uniform trousers as he violently tossed Anne's Navy-blue skirt all the way up against her waistbelt. Then he delightfully enjoyed her loud shriek of horror as he yanked away her panties.

Suddenly, Anne's legs and feet were in full display in their blindingly pale-skinned charms; her delicate patch of dark pubic hair danced on top of her cunt as she kept wriggling under the men's steel grip, each of her limbs utterly restrained by the jeering forest of men.

The blackness of her cunt hair intensified the whiteness of her virgin's hips, just like the darkness of her hair intensified the whiteness of her pretty face!

Both mother and daughter shrieked at their loudest ever when they spread out Anne's legs and the Major advanced between her captured thighs, unzipping his pants and freeing his unleashed erection!

"NOW WE'RE GOING TO AFRICANIZE THIS BELGIAN GIRL!" the Major thundered as he feverishly pushed his hard cock against Anne's entrance...

Anne's frantic shrieking only added to the men's ungodly arousal. The Major, his eyes wide-open with extreme elation and his dark face distorted in some sort of demonic rictus of wild anticipation, pushed his dick inside her stiff and dry entrance!

Anne screamed, this time in agonizing pain, while her soldier-restrained mother shrieked in unfathomable horror.

Anne's body and senses were assaulted all at once with an invading army of alerts and unspeakable pain as the immense invading THING made its way deeper and deeper inside her, racking her entire body and soul with pain as her womanhood was brutally forced open by this foreign column of advancing throbbing hardness.

With his dick only a third of the way inside, the Major began pounding Anne with short and angry jabbing thrusts, repeatedly forcing her virginity to surrender more and more terrain as he powerfully kept hammering his dick inside her like a nail repeatedly beaten, slowly but surely, into a very hard and stubborn plank...

Anne's shrieks were deafening!

Then something yielded within her. Anne felt the burning sensation of her hymen tearing and giving way. She heard her rapist exhale a loud grunt of unmitigated satisfaction as the blood offered a sudden, primitive lubrication and the Major blissfully felt his dick pushing all the way through!

He began gleefully pounding her with ruthless abandon, grabbing her slender waist and greatly enjoying her ungodly tightness while her pale thighs were forced to repeatedly brush against his flanks as he rammed her in repeated angry thrusts, utterly shaking her body on that kitchen table while her mother wailed and yelled and swore at them, calling them filthy negroes, as the dozen men present in the kitchen all jeered and commented on Anne's amazing beauty while they watched her being savagely deflowered!

Anne felt her upper back sliding on the table as her head bobbed along with the relentless pounding. The pain had now lessened some, thanks to the bloody lubrication and also thanks to her body who was very quickly responding by flooding her vagina with juices, as if her own body was somewhat less innocent than her spirit and it did its very best to ease her suffering out of pity for the poor girl.

The Major couldn't believe the tightness snugly gripping his manhood as he raped her and watched her white breasts jiggling in a shocking show of broken social barriers! The Congolese hands frequently touching or cupping her breasts underscored this utter fall of all white-established social order!

He screamed with unrestrained savagery as he powerfully exploded inside Anne! Anne sobbed and wailed and shrieked while the Major kept pounding her like a stud as he shot several bolts of warm jizz! He lost his senses and kept pounding her amid this intense relief! She kept screaming amid this intense horror!

In Anne's bedroom, the record player had long finished Paul Anka's A-side song; the vinyle record kept aimlessly turning, its inner surface marked for ever by the silent needle... damaged and never to be the same again.

TO BE CONTINUED.

Note: This part where the girl is brutally undressed and urgently defiled... So incredibly arousing! I was so eager to get to this scene where Anne meets with the mutinied troops! Anne's pics are from actress Ann Blyth.
Title: Re: Mutiny In Thysville! (interracial, black on white w, vaginal and oral)
Post by: To-Get-Her on October 30, 2021, 01:55:11 PM
And now the main females were taken against their will. All that remain is for Mommy to be degraded in front of Gilles.  Can't wait to read what is to come and merit more!
Title: Re: Mutiny In Thysville! (interracial, black on white w, vaginal and oral)
Post by: HistBuff on October 31, 2021, 05:05:26 PM
And now the main females were taken against their will. All that remain is for Mommy to be degraded in front of Gilles.  Can't wait to read what is to come and merit more!

As always, thanks for the comments!
Title: Re: Mutiny In Thysville! (interracial, black on white w, vaginal and oral)
Post by: HistBuff on October 31, 2021, 05:06:18 PM
Camp Hardy had become a total pandemonium of mutiny and rape. The mutiny was general! On July 5th, it had caught fire and many soldiers had remained loyal and defended their officers as they fled into their mess.

On July 11th, it exploded in a general and widespread hunt for whites!

A few wives and daughters had a secret lover among the negro rank-and-file. The rare lovers who staid faithful and tried to defend their secret sweatheart were first verbally jeered at and threatened, then beaten up once it was found that they wouldn't listen to "common sense". They were then tied up to a chair where they would watch their brothers in arms take their turns on their favorite wife or daughter.

Some of these lovers, like Corporal Thierry Kasongo, understood that they had no choice but to share the spoils of war. They took advantage of the situation and went after a forbidden woman they had always wanted; Thierry thus found himself on the floor of that livingroom, raping Martine doggystyle and emptying his balls inside her in an all-powerful relief while listening to her whimpers.

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When all hell broke loose, all officers' houses were raided by horny Congolese troops. Some women and girls tried to escape through the backyard, where watchmen had been stationed. They were caught and raped in broad daylight!

The young wife of a Lieutenant screamed and begged them to stop this as a pack of jeering soldiers ruthlessly ripped open her white summer dress and then violently pulled it down her shoulders and arms and then yanked it further down, breaking her thin belt before completely sliding the torn garments clear of her legs and feet, while other soldiers snapped off her underwear -- both bra and panties were torn and discarded like ruffled white petals on the yellowish grass.

The troops greatly enjoyed the alluring charms and assets of this blonde Flemish woman, who looked a little bit like Léonie, the wife of their ex-Colonel. Her loafers had quickly slid off her dainty feet in the scuffle, so every soldier with this fetish experienced a further layer of erection-inducing arousal.

They took her brutally, like a common whore, with her shoulderblades pinned on the ground as the dozen revolted soldiers took their turns in raping her, each of them grunting and groaning loud as they pumped their dicks inside this woman whom they knew by name. They had seen her many times walking down the alley, or walking in their line of sight as they were doing drill on the parade square. Most of them had fantasies with her.

For each of these soldiers, the relief was massive when he shot his epic load of cum inside the Africanized white woman! She had the further humiliation of hearing them calling her by name, "Blanche", or by title, "madame la lieutenante" (Madam Lieutenant's wife).
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Her invaded house resonated with the shrill screams of another Lieutenant's wife, this one a brunette, who had ran away and taken refuge there, only to be followed by a platoon of jeering mutineers, her husband's platoon, who were presently taking their pleasure with her bent over the kitchen table!

"Ah oui ! Elle a un beau petit cul, madame la lieutenante !" (Oh yeah! Madam Lieutenant's wife's got a cute little ass!) one of them commented as he watched her pale butt beging shaken in the kitchen's dimmer daylight as her horizontal torso slid back and forth over the tabletop from the brutal force of her rapes.

They had ripped all her clothes off and were closely observing all the intimate details of her defiled body --- birthmarks, tiny scars of childhood mishaps, etc. At one point, a Corporal expressed his wish to contemplate her breasts, so they flipped her over and continued raping her with her back on the tabletop, like Anne was being delt with three houses further down the lane.

Someone found a bottle of Cointreau, drank some and then spilled a gush over the lieutenante's jiggling breasts while a soldier was presently groaning and ejaculating inside her! She screamed and sobbed at this further humiliation as all men present admired the glorious sheen on the brunette's tender mounds and dark red-wine nipples, which soon disappeared under thick negro lips as soldiers experienced her salty sweat of violated splendour mixed with the French liquor.

As they went on with her ordeal, the Lieutenant's wife experienced the further, unspeakable shame of feeling irrepressible arousal springing up from her gently abused breasts and the relentless pounding she was constantly taking. This growing unwanted arousal was accompanied by the weird thought that these Congolese soldiers who would spend liquor to flavour her breasts were more refined as she had given them credit for.

They all felt she was around 22, for she was such a gorgeous woman and was their Lieutenant's newly wed, but she was actually born in 1931, like the great singer Caterina Valente -- the 24 year-old officer simply could not resist her charms and had married her against his own family's wishes.

To buy herself some respite from the brutal pounding, Armande asked them if they'd like her to suck all their dicks. Every man in the platoon felt unreal elation upon hearing such words coming out of such a lovely mouth! The men who still wore a proper outfit had their erect dicks on the verge of exploding out of their uniform trousers!

The Sergeant leading the pack said he agreed, on the condition that one man laid down under her and she rode his cock while pleasuring the soldiers with her mouth. It was agreed. The Sergeant was the first to lay down on the kitchen floor. He held her nice souple waist and watched her alluring breasts, still sheeny with some Cointreau, as he began bouncing her on his dick and she took the first man's dark meat inside her mouth.

The young soldier felt unbelievable elation as he had his Lieutenant's wife bobbing her head to and fro as she coated his youthful shaft with her Belgian saliva. With his mouth wide open with pleasure, he stroked her shiny dark hair as her head kept bobbing back and forth and her torso kept being bounced up and down, breasts jiggling, from the Sergeant's vigorous vertical strokes.

This ended with the Sergeant powerfully erupting from below and the young Private equally powerfully releasing a full load of steaming jizz inside her mouth, overspilling it on her chin...

The next soldier in line commented it was too bad they didn't have any kodak to immortalise the occasion and have something to send to her family in Belgium! Then he laughed and ordered Armande -- he knew her by her first name -- to do a proper blowjob, while a new man laid down under her. Soon enough, she was riding his hard dick while lollipopping the standing man's chocolate manhood, holding it in her pale hand as he required her to.

Armande would have a very busy afternoon entertaining her husband's entire platoon, who ended up calling her the platoon's bride. 

As she wiggled on each successive man's dick while taking another's cock inside her open mouth and pleasuring it with her gripping hand, Armande enjoyed a very rare privilege among all the raped officer's wives... She had some control over her rapist's dick thrusts, while the aforesaid rapist gained a commanding view on her jiggling breasts and a very privileged access on her slim waist and alluring legs!

Each groaned she heard from an ejaculating soldier was a deep, wet mass of gooey humiliation and shame that took a slimy foothold inside her body, which had been inviolate only this morning as she got dressed as usual. Each cumshot that splattered her face and hair gave her suicidal thoughts.

She felt beyond filthy and spent the rest of the day fighting hard against a secret, shadowy inner self who was actually enjoying some of the things these Congolese men were doing to her! 

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The out-of-control Congolese troops dragged a bunch of four or five girls out of their homes --- their mothers being raped by other soldiers; the screaming girls were shoved on the sunlit alley, where they were stripped naked by the smiling and jeering black soldiers for a complete public humiliation!

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Their ages ranged from 18 to 20. Two of these maids --- Isabelle and Véronique --- had gone to highschool with Juliette, while Lucie and Pauline were Anne's age. Lucie was actually Anne's best friend and herself on the phone with Anne for an hour-long chat was a daily occurrence! She was the only daughter of a Captain who lived right accross the alley. She proudly wore her engagement ring. Her fiancé was presently stuck in the same cell, getting mocked and hit by victorious mutineers who kept reminding them that their women were now whores to be used by the entire regiment!

Anne, amid her own grim ordeal on the kitchen table, could actually hear Lucie's shrill screams through an open front window, as the sobbing and wailing girls had all their shirts and bras mercilessly ripped off! Their screams and sounds of tearing fabric fed the mutineers' raging erections as their firm breasts were brutally revealed in their shocking, forbidden whiteness under the Congolese sun!

The ones who wore loafers very quickly became bare foot as these readily came off their panicky feet; Pauline wore her usual saddle shoes, and this gained her the privilege of being raped while still wearing them, as the horny soldiers lost no time in foreplay!

Like the Major who first raped Anne, they tucked their skirts all the way up against their waistbelts and yanked their panties away, before swarming and restraining each girl -- all her limbs held firm and none of her feet touching the alley's dirt --- while one soldier stood between her legs and forced his eager cock inside her sobbing body.

Since these girls were very pretty, a great many soldiers pressed themselves around them. They raped them urgently, angrily and with fast-paced intensity, each cumming hard after a short time while Lucie and Pauline shrieked out their lost virginities in heart-breaking screams of unbearable pain!

Véronique kept swearing at them and threatening them with a loud voice, telling them that this revolt was just an excuse for them to indulge in their unspoken sexual evils! She only succeeded in making them laugh more and making her rapist even hornier than he already was. The Sergeant raping her pounded her with savage abandon and let out a far-reaching roar as he blissfully shot a powerful load of cum inside the angry girl, who soon began to sob and whimper as more and more men took their turns inside her, also giving her their hot load of Congolese sperm!

Isabelle just remained silent and frooze. As they maintained her naked body horizontal amid their forest of virile arms and took turns in plowing her with their ebony dicks, she tried to relax in hope this would lessen her pain; she let them use her like a passive doll, her head bobbing and breasts jiggling under the warm afternoon sun.

As the successive rapists blissfully emptied their loads inside their destroyed virtues, the sobbing girls quickly lost count of how many negroes they were receiving inside their out-of-bounds womanhoods.

One of these girls began moaning loud, as her body reacted by flooding her mind with strong pleasure sensations. This had the soldiers laughing and calling her a "branded Brussel's whore!"

"Don't worry sweety! We'll tell your father what a great fuck you are!" one of them taunted her in a mocking tone as he pulled out of her, his cum dripping with fresh cum.

These soldiers found it extremely liberating to be raping these girls out on the alley. The 40- or 50-something Sergeants remembered very well their youthful days, when their officers could beat them up with their stick if they caught them looking at their daughters, or any white woman for that matter.

They had seen these girls so often walking down this alley, proud, well dressed and hopelessly out of their reach. Most of these black men actually preferred their own black women, but the very boundary gave matter to their fantasies!

Now they were getting revenge! Now they were venting their social frustration! Now the score was set even!

Each of these maids would endure the entire afternoon being whored and made a woman with no reality left to her other than having her body shaken, her perky breasts jiggling under the warm sun and her head bobbing endlessly amid the jeering soldiers!

These well-bred girls were suddenly and brutally submitted to the timeless laws of war, while every nearby house resonated with shrieks and wails similar to theirs!

The big difference between the raping of the women in a captured town by foreign troops and a full-blown mutiny resides in the fact that in the latter case, it is more personal. The soldiers know the women at least by sight, often by name. They go after the one girl or woman they had been secretely dreaming of fucking, and then they rape her once, or several times if they can manage it.

The rush of adrenaline generated by the collective anger greatly intensifies the men's arousal, which is further intensified by the women's screams and panicked eyes. The sense of revenge, of "getting back at these Belgian pigs" also intensified the men's lust.

Most of the soldiers had a sister, a cousin, an aunt or his own mother who had been raped or similarly abused by white men. They felt it was rightful justice to serve them what they had been serving for far too long! Eighty years of colonial rule was enough!
 
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Juliette eventually stopped screaming and simply let the soldiers use her like a fuck doll, her head bobbing nonstop on Virginie's pillow as she uttered repeated whimpers in rhythm with each of her current rapist. She got forced-kissed, constantly groped and licked on the breasts, where someone poured some liquor at one point, and also repeatedly called a "salope blanche" (white slut).

Most of the soldiers called her by her name as they gleefully raped her on that bed. She could smell their musky bodies and feel their extreme arousal as she was banged and shaken on the creaking bed. In her distressed mind, conflicting emotions sometimes collided --- pride for eliciting such an intense lust in so many men, then shame for harbouring such a dirty and immoral thought; fascination for some handsome soldier who was raping her with such unmitigated savagery, then disgust when an older Sergeant laid down on her and used her with his mouth wide open and frothing saliva spilled down on her cheek as she looked away in horror and felt his gooey seed spilling deep inside her polluted womb...

The entire house echoed with the whimpers from Juliette, Martine and Virginie, mixed with countless fracas of jeering mockery and roaring ejaculations. The smell of sweat and cum tainted the air everywhere.

After the first wave was done with the three women, Juliette was about to stir and get up from the bed when a new platoon of soldiers erupted inside the house and her ordeal began anew.

None of the soldiers forced her into a fellatio, since they were all so eager to take possession of their officer's daughter. The creamier stuff would come later that night! Colonel Bobozo stayed over in the living room, where he took his pleasure inside Martine, raping her senseless in missionary style.

While she was being raped by the Colonel, Martine felt jolts of arousal at being so utterly dominated by this Congolese man in such an improbable union! The prior unthinkability of this copulation smashed and destroyed all the barriers within Martine's body and soul, and she began to moan harder and harder into an upcoming forced orgasm, and when she did come, she momentarily forgot her grim predicament and wrapped her legs tightly around Colonel Bobozo as she screamed like a banshee, her clit exploding in overwhelming fireworks under the constant pounding from his huge African dick!

Then the Colonel intensified the rape into a frantic rush of pistoning action that got Martine shaking from head to toe on the livingroom floor, as if she were hit by an electric shock every second; soon, he let out a long-enduring groan as he exploded with unbridled force inside the music teacher, now properly Africanized and ready to be raped by a new dozen of mutinied troops!

Unlike Martine, Virginie did not orgasm. She quickly froze and remained lying down in numb silence on Martine's bed while taking soldier after soldier after soldier.

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Anne would not stop shrieking, even after her youthful, resourceful body had somewhat adapted and began responding to the never-stopping rapes while she slid constantly on the tabletop, her shoulder blades still covered with her wide-open blouse as each new soldier brutally pounded her until he cummed hard, contemplating her jiggling breasts and her ever-moving face as he felt the unthinkable relief of shooting his load inside Captain LeBlanc's youngest daughter.

Madame Béatrice LeBlanc wouldn't stop screaming either as she was forced to watch Anne's afternoon-long ordeal, restrained between two soldiers, and soon having a third man behind her who kicked her legs wider apart, tucked up her dress and yanked off her panties, telling her that he liked her legs as he inserted his dick and then raped her standing from behind while he watched Anne's gang-rape, quickly cumming with strong stimulations from the mother's vagina and from watching the daughter's defilement.

As another soldier used her in the same manner, Madame LeBlanc remained oblivious of her own rape and kept begging these soldiers she knew to have mercy on her poor daughter!

Instead, the Major felt ready to go again and had the men flipping Anne around to bend her over the kitchen table, saying he was very curious to see the naked butt of an officer's daughter! They got rid of her ruined blouse in the process, leaving the sobbing girl Eve-naked and beyond humiliated, in front of her raped mother.

As they saw Anne's mind-boggling round buns in their teenage-firm splendour, added to the mystic invitation of some cunt hair visible inside her small inter-thigh gap, to say nothing of her contest-winning legs and feet, all men present felt an unstoppable urge to sample her in this position!

They did! Each and everyone of the 23 men who had stormed the house took his turn with Anne's butt fully exposed, grabbing her tiny waist and driving her hard against his lap on each of his savage hip thrusts forward, in quick succession until he exploded inside her and gave her another massive cumshot of Congolese seed.

Anne sobbed and wailed without pause. Her mother's begging made zero difference.

And her ordeal didn't stop at this. Each time two or three contented soldiers left the house, as many other soldiers entered and also took their turn on pretty Anne. Even more soldiers came during the early evening, as word had gotten around that Anne LeBlanc was absolutely gorgeous naked and extremely tight to fuck!

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Colonel Bobozo paid a visit to Capitaine-commandant Gilles LeBlanc in his cell. He gave him a full account of Juliette's gang-rape, still in process, ignoring his vociferous death threats and adding that now that he was about to try Anne to see wich of the two daughters was the best fuck, he kindly invited him to come with him to see for himself.

Thus, Gilles LeBlanc was forcibly pulled out of his cell and got to breath some fresh evening air, while "kindly escorted" to his devastated house. His wife's screams hit him first, then he got aware of something shrill, high-pitched and terrible that his senses had first refused to register--- Anne's wailing and whimpering under her ever-renewed rapes.

The soldiers and the Colonel all laughed at his enraged screaming, racial slurs and evil threats; they solidly tied him up to a kitchen chair and let him tire his voice as they kept having their way with Anne, who began calling her dad amid her tears and fathomless suffering.

Gilles LeBlanc saw from up close the current rapist seizing up in copulating bliss and forcefully driving his daughter's butt in forceful flesh collisions as he pumped his dick like a madman and let his jizz explode all inside her, then exited her and spurted out one last rope of jism which landed smack on her buttcheek.

The defeated officer couldn't bear to watch this. Three or four times, the rape was renewed. Colonel Bobozo himself took his pleasure inside Anne, pounding her cruelly hard in front of her father, whose screams of rage were deafening, and commenting that Anne was even tighter than her sister!

Then the Colonel forcefully cummed inside the teenage girl, voicing his final relief...
"Oh OUI... OUI !!!!... AAAhhhhhhhhhhhhh.... Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, c'est BON... Ahhhh la petite gourgandine !!! (Oh YES!... YES!!!!.... AAAhhhhhhhhhhhhh.... Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, this is GOOD... Ahhhhhh, the little harlot!!!)

Then, while her mother kept being raped from behind, Anne was forced down to her knees and presented with a forest of veiny black dicks all around her subdued head.

They threatened to shoot her father through the head in front of her if she didn't complied with their commands. She was now to suck all their dicks! If she did it good, they would leave her with some rest time, if not...

Sobbing in frantic spasms of utter powerlessness, calling her father's help even though she knew how futile this was, she reluctantly took hold of a tall soldier's dick and rested her shut lips on his hardening cock.

"Open your mouth, Belgian girl! Or else..."

Tears streaming nonstop down her pretty face, Anne obeyed and took the Congolese dick inside her mouth. She quickly recoiled from the beyond-foul taste, but the soldier quickly caught her head and forced her head to start bobbing back and forth and soon, her mouth coated his long dick with a sheeny coat of her girly saliva.

Anne kept at it under the constant angry screams of her dad, the horrified gaze of her defiled mother and the soldiers' cheers. The man standing in front of her started grunting loud; through his fingers running in her hair, she felt that he was extremely aroused.

Then came the horrific sludge...

The man groaned loud and frantically pumped his dick inside her mouth, which he flooded with a massive load of gooey stickiness, making her swallow all and commenting that this was very good Congolese cream, very onctuous and great for her health!

She gagged and almost passed out. She was spitting out some of the offensive-tasting cum when the second man grabbed her head and demanded his due!

Livid with rage, Gilles LeBlanc had to endure watching this horrific scene, next to which his wife's gang-rape was child's play. He couldn't stop watching Anne's dainty mouth going back and forth the saliva-coated black dick, as she knelt so unreal and beautiful in her teenage nakedness, elliciting some evil arousal within her own father!

The worst of the worst for her father was being forced to hear each man's groan of relief and watch the cumshots landing square on Anne's face whenever the man chose to exit early and splatter her with his plentiful jizz!

TO BE CONTINUED.

Note: I'm using a little bit more pictures in this story because images are far more powerful than any description to correctly depict the women's clothes and hairstyle, which were quite different from what we're used to. We are sixty years apart from these young ladies! I also find these photos extremely arousing when combined to the rape scenes!

Note: The saddle shoes were the most popular shoes among teenagers in USA during the 1950s and many Europeans loved to copy Americans... and some Americans loved to copy Europeans. If you want to describe a blonde cheerleader from 1958, then give her saddle shoes!
Title: Re: Mutiny In Thysville! (interracial, black on white w, vaginal and oral)
Post by: To-Get-Her on October 31, 2021, 06:15:24 PM
I wonder how long before the Congolese men tries to have their former officer use his own daughter?  Can't wait to read how the Belgium army responds towards the Congolese! merit given by me!
Title: Re: Mutiny In Thysville! (interracial, black on white w, vaginal and oral)
Post by: HistBuff on November 03, 2021, 06:45:57 AM
I wonder how long before the Congolese men tries to have their former officer use his own daughter?  Can't wait to read how the Belgium army responds towards the Congolese! merit given by me!

Thanks To-Get-Her!
Title: Re: Mutiny In Thysville! (interracial, black on white w, vaginal and oral)
Post by: HistBuff on November 03, 2021, 06:46:26 AM
Gilles LeBlanc couldn't keep himself from looking at Anne's butt, legs and feet as she kept pleasuring the smiling Congolese soldier who stood in front of her, while the rest of the soldiers cheered and her mother was constantly whimpering and crying from her doggystyle rapes.

He remembered that day in De Panne, only one month before, when he had taken that photo of his daughter sitting on a beam, smiling and looking at the in-rolling surf... Her legs and feet had aroused him and ellicited a monstrously immoral erection; he had been simply thinking that she looked like her mother at that same age, and next thing he knew, he had a solid hard-on.

Now that his eyes were on her in the nude, it was a lot worse. Colonel Bobozo noticed the massive bulge on his former officer's uniform pants. He gave a quick order and two soldiers unzipped, then pulled down their protesting prisoner's pants and boxer underwear, freeing the monster cock, which jutted up vertically from Gilles's seated lap like an incestuous horn of veiny flesh!

As Anne finished pleasuring her Congolese "client" and received another splatter of cum on her face, two soldiers lifted her up and carried her toward her seated and tied-up father, who begged them not to do this in a panicked voice.

As soon as she understood their purpose, Anne began screaming in a soul-piercing wail, only making the soldiers laugh as they approached her face to her father's hard dick. She frantically strained against them to recoil as much as she could and turned her face away from the monstrous thing, as it was getting closer and closer, and closer still... Impossibly and unfathomably close!

Her shrieks and his screams were positively deafening! The walls were shaking from the echoes.

"NO!!!... I SAID NO!!!"

Colonel Bobozo had spoken. The two soldiers holding Anne looked at him in disbelief, their astonished gazes spelling out their question... Weren't they to force her to fellate her own father?!

"NO! NOT US! WE ARE NOT MONSTERS!... TAKE HIM OUTSIDE! IT WILL BE MORE HUMANE TO SHOOT HIM!"

"NOOOOOOO!!! PLEASE NO!!! I'LL... I'LLL DO IT!... I'LL DO IT IF YOU WANT... BUT DON'T!... DON'T K... K, KILL HIM!" Anne was sobbing through her speech as she begged them to spare her beloved father.

"Well girl! His fate is in your hand, or should I say, his fate is in your mouth and in your cunt! Obey my men and let them use you as their cute little cum dump, and maybe he'll live! And I said MAYBE!"

Then he ordered his men to untie him and take him outside.

The last thing Gilles saw of Anne on that evening was one strongly built Sergeant raping her from behind as she was on all fours, her amazing butt constantly colliding with the black man's panting body in a smat-smat-smat-smat sounding show of girly-firm curves that fed his raging erection!

Béatrice had been moved and bent over on the kitchen table and was taking her own share of African dicks in a never-ending rotation, as some of the men loved raping a MILF. She looked with horror at her husband casting one last look at their daughter being raped as he was walked past the doorway.


Outside, Véronique, Isabelle, Pauline and Lucie --- Anne's best friend --- were still naked and getting whored by a full platoon of lust-contented troops just next to the LeBlancs' door, in full display on the alley.

Old Tom, a 60-ish year-old tribal man from a Kongo nation, who was employed on the Camp as a street sweeper, was also partaking in the orgy.

As Gilles was taken outside his violated home, he was immediately hit by the surreal scene of Old Tom taking a firm hold of Pauline's slender butt as she was kneeling on all fours, her thin body naked except for her socks and saddle shoes. Old Tom inserted his suddenly young dick and began gleefully raping her, grunting with unrestrained joy as he drove her back and forth and made her whimper with sounds that were bizzarely on the edge of pain, horror and carnal pleasure.

Past this grotesque copulating scene, Isabelle was flat on the ground, her arms pinned and taking a negro on top of her while several others waited, most of them stark naked in their ebony youthfulness. Véronique and Lucie were each taking a gloriously black dick inside their Belgian well-bred mouths with their faces well smeared from the previous unloadings, surrounded with a throng of jeering soldiers, one of whom poured some banana beer on Véronique's head of long black hair, adding insult to injury, laughing and smiling a mile wide as he did this.

As Lucie tried to swallow her rapist's load down her gagging throat, Colonel Bobozo grabbed her and forced her up to her feet, then took her near where Gilles was standing between a pair of soldiers. He pulled out his 9 mm pistol, pointed it at Gilles LeBlanc and said...
"FUCK HIM! FUCK HIM OR WATCH HIM GET SHOT THROUGH THE HEAD!"

Lucie shook her head in refusal. At this very moment, Old Tom let out a loud scream of delight and shot his plentiful load of jizz deep inside whimpering Pauline! A soldier roared even louder as he emptied his balls inside sobbing Isabelle.

"COME ON! You've already been fucked thirty times over! What's one more? Do a good deed! Save his life! FUCK HIM! That's all!..." the Colonel reproachfully told Lucy.

Gilles saw her shaking her head in an even stiffer refusal. As she did this, he looked south at her small, perky breasts and further down at her slim, yet alluring body that looked so unbelievably youthful. She also had a delightful patch of dark cunt hair, which looked even darker under the street lamps.

No doubt, she had been a virgin like Anne until earlier that day. He saw her again in his mind as she was playing and chatting with Anne; he vividly remembered himself watching her discreetly and trying to guess the look and feel of her figure and perky assets through her teenager's clothes!

And now that same girl wouldn't fuck him to save his life!

As Lucie kept shaking her head in her obstinate refusal, Gilles asked Colonel Bobozo to untie him so he can teach this girl some manners!

With his pistol still trained at him, the Colonel ordered the two soldiers to do as he asked. As soon as he had his arms free, Captain-commandant Gilles LeBlanc took hold of his daughter's best friend and violently slapped her twice, sending her crying on the ground!

Then he stooped down and grabbed her; he forced her to lie on the ground flat on her stomach. She was exhausted and didn't offer much of a fight. He knelt down, dropped his uniform pants and laid down on top of her and her wonderfully firm butt!

He inserted his granite-hard dick from that position -- the lazy doggystyle --- and uttered a loud groan of animalistic bliss as he felt his shaft going all the way home inside her virginal tightness, helped in this by her survival juices and the unbelievable accumulation of deposited seed from her platoon of rapists. 

He then began raping Lucie, clamping her small body under his, feeling her butt against his lap each time he drove his manhood inside her, then up! up and down! up and down! up and down in heavy, rhythmical succession as he took great delight in listening to her wails and her screams... "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!... Nooooooooooohhhooooohhhooo... hhAAAAAhh NoOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!..."

He didn't expect her to be this horrified to be raped by him--- a white man!

As he kept gleefully raping Lucy under the cheers of Colonel Bobozo and his men, he felt someone else was gazing at him. He looked up and his eyes met Véronique's!

Véronique was looking straight at him as she kept bobbing her head and mouth along yet another Congolese dark shaft... Her eyes never left his, as she kept doing her mouth work with the soldier stroking her beer-soaked hair. Then she stopped sucking his hard dick and said something. The soldier nodded in agreement.

She laid down on the ground and the soldier took her missionary style. She kept looking straight at Gilles while she was getting fucked on the ground, wrapping her wonderful legs around the overjoyed soldier.

Gilles kept looking at Véronique as he intensified his pounding inside wailing Lucie; Véronique kept her eyes locked on his amid the wild bobbing and shaking motions of her own rape in progress... Her legs! Her wonderful feet! Oh God...

Gilles quickly passed the no-return point as he kept looking at Véronique being raped by the soldier, with her ankles crossed and her mind-boggling feet on top of him as she kept moaning and clutching his body with her pale legs...

Drilling Lucy with unrestrained savagery, Gilles kept his eyes locked on Véronique's legs and feet and let out a powerful roar of delight as his dick exploded inside Lucy! He shot a biblical-scale load of jism!

He maintained his far-echoing roar as he felt bolts of hot jizz shooting out of his pulsating dick as Lucy sobbed and whimpered in now-subdued sounds of utter horror and despair.

Heavily panting and hardly aware of his captors' jeers and applauding, Gilles let his dick deflate inside Lucy and watched Véronique as she kept looking straight at him and started emitting quick-paced sounds of high-pitched moans of carnal joy as she orgasmed in her rapist's arms!

At the very same time, the said rapist let out a wild groan and shot his heavy load inside her!

Now, each and everyone of the four actors of this impromptu play lay panting and hardly believing the intensity of what had just happened.


Gilles LeBlanc was taken back to his cell. As he was taken away from the alley, his gaze never left Véronique's, who was once more bobbing and shaking under yet another black rapist. He confusedly saw a soldier pouring beer on Isabelle's naked breasts while another sucked her now-sheeny mounds...

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Since there were so many soldiers for so few white women, many Congolese mutineers took to the roads and paid a visit to some white families who had stayed in the nearby town of Thysville.

The white men who had thought that things would calm down now that Belgian troops were being deployed in the country realized how sorely they were mistaken when they watched a truck loaded with troops stop in their front alley!

Doors were kicked open! Men got beaten up and tied to a chair, where they would watch the troops taking their turns inside their stripped-naked wives! Older men who had old-enough daughters had an even grimmer show before their unbelieving eyes!

Colonel Bobozo had strictly forbidden any forced incest, but is was rumored that some soldiers had ignored this standing order. It was even said that some indulged in anal raping, which was held as a very evil sin by most of the soldiers, who were very religious and feared the wrath of God from having read the story of Sodom and Gomorrah.

Their fear of God didn't prevent them to sack and loot a large mission that had previously been left unscathed. The mother superior, an aristocratic-looking blonde around 40 years old of age, had a squad of vociferating negro soldiers invading her dignified office; she was brutally stripped of all garments, and pinned on her dark-mahogany desk, where the over-excited troops took their turns in raping her. Their grunts echoed through the saintly place as each dumped his load inside the senior nun, making her feel the warmth of a man for the first time in her God-devoted life.

All of the nuns would be raped repeatedly all through the night. All! With ages ranging from 19 to 79, they were all "put to the Congolese dick"!

TO BE CONTINUED.

Note: I have to acknowledge SoftGameHunter's unknown contribution for the scene where Lucy refuses to fuck Gilles LeBlanc even to avoid him getting shot; the idea comes straight out of The Soldiers of Orchid!
Title: Re: Mutiny In Thysville! (interracial, black on white w, vaginal and oral)
Post by: To-Get-Her on November 03, 2021, 11:39:26 AM
Might have been more powerful if Gilles were forced to use Anne over Lucie! Still a dastardly chapter that shows how well you write the scenarios as you see them historically! Merit from me!
Title: Re: Mutiny In Thysville! (interracial, black on white w, vaginal and oral)
Post by: HistBuff on November 03, 2021, 03:22:49 PM
Might have been more powerful if Gilles were forced to use Anne over Lucie! Still a dastardly chapter that shows how well you write the scenarios as you see them historically! Merit from me!

Thanks again To-Get-Her!
I always individualize the rapists or group of rapists by giving them some characteristics. In this case, the Congolese Colonel forbids any forced incest and his men have a religious fear of sodomy, but of course they brutally gang-rape nuns!  >:D
Title: Re: Mutiny In Thysville! (interracial, black on white w, vaginal and oral)
Post by: HistBuff on November 04, 2021, 06:30:56 AM
As the night wore out and the Congolese troops got tired and sleepy after such an eventful day, and often from binge-drinking banana beer and pigging out on food, the rapes got more sporadic.

However, the younger captive girls such as Anne and Juliette remained in high demand, as well as Lucie, Véronique, Isabelle and Pauline.

Mothers such as Béatrice let themselves fall asleep right on the floor, in a sorrow-exhausted state, sometimes even taking one last rapist who didn't mind raping a semi-sleeping woman, while the daughters were still entertaining a few returning "customers".

Juliette was finally left alone in the wee hours and soon fell dead asleep in the utter mess she was in on Virginie's bed. Virginie slept in the very same state on Martine's polluted bed, and Martine lay in a soul-dead state on Juliette's makeshift bed in the now-ransacked living room.

Just before entering sleep's merciful rest, Juliette thought of the grim ordeal she had just been through, hoping that the next day would bring her release and her trip back to Brussels. Her rapists had been rough and she had a terrible headache from all the bobbing motions from her never-ending rapes.

She remembered hearing some soldier telling his mate not to be too rough on her. She clearly felt that none of her rapists were trying to actively injure her. They used her to vent their frustration and/or fulfill their secret fantasies with her and that was pretty much it.

It was very weird of her to think so, but there had been times when her body had felt very much aroused in their arms. She had a fantasy of being utterly used and dominated. She fell asleep while feeling curious about trying a gang-fuck with her as one consenting woman and three or four negroes; she wondered how different this experience would feel.

At the first light of dawn, she no longer heard any soldiers inside the house. She did hear Martine sobbing. She rose from the bed; her body ached everywhere! She used the bathroom, and then she went near Martine and laid down right next to her. Martine held her in her arms and started bitterly sobbing, venting out all the pain and suffering she had cumulated during her inhumane plight, or at least some of it.

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When the soldiers finally left her lying Eve-naked and cum-polluted on the living room floor, Anne slowly and painfully rose to her feet. With a very slow pitter-patter on the hallway floor, she went to use the bathroom. Then, walking like a zombie with a lightless soul, she went into her bedroom and let herself fall onto her bed, not even bothering to undo the blanket and snug herself under; she lay there, naked in the cool of the July night in Congo.

She was about to fall asleep, when she was suddenly aware of a bizarre sound of soft crackling and static. After 20 or 30 seconds of wondering what that sound was, she realized in a flash that it was her record player that was still turning with the needle in the record's dead middle. She was so familiar with using it that the room's darkness didn't hamper her; she stopped the player, but Paul Anka's record back in it's sleeve and picked another randomly, in a hopeless hope that this could comfort her in some way.

As she laid down on her bed again and the song began, she was positively suicidal, wondering which way would be best between hanging herself or stealing her dad's pistol to shoot herself. Then she started following the Tune Weaver's song --- Happy, Happy Birthday Baby, https://youtu.be/lfy18ynhWNU (https://youtu.be/lfy18ynhWNU) --- and she applied her French-speaking mind to understand the words "Do you remember", "I was your Pretty", "You were my Baby"...

Tears started welling in her eyes, then streamed down her cheeks nonstop; these were soothing tears as she became conscious of the younger self that still lived deep within her self --- the younger Anne who was 15 years old on her birthday in June 57, when her beloved father had bought her this record, which had only been released three months earlier in USA.

When the song was over, she changed the records, picking another one randomly. This time, it was Perry Como's Round and Round, another American song from 57 (https://youtu.be/lz_B8JP2pA8 (https://youtu.be/lz_B8JP2pA8))... As she listened, rivers of tears streaming down her cheeks... She started picturing herself as a girl singing in the choral.

She never made it conscious to the song's finish. She fell asleep while promising herself to live and visit United States.

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Next morning, a 300-men strong contingent of Belgian paratroopers arrived near Camp Hardy, which was by now under intensive air surveillance. Belgian authorities were very much aware of what had taken place. Negotiations began with Colonel Bobozo and his staff, who were under white flag with a heavy escort of their own and leaving a standing order in the Camp --- if anything happened to them, all Belgian hostages were to be machine-gunned with no exceptions.

The Belgian General wasn't stupid and didn't call for any offensive action. He even called air command and insisted that no plane was to be flown at less than 3,000 feet of altitude above Camp Hardy. The negotiations began smoothly and it looked like the hostages might be released by nightfall on this 12th of July.

While the negotiations were underway, some soldiers paid a visit to the captive women, most of whom had managed to wash, put on some clean clothes and eat a bite. A few soldiers had a kodak and under the threat of having their husbands executed, the wives were ordered to undress and pose for the camera! And they were told to do it with convincing gusto!

Needless to say, the pretty daughters such as Anne, Juliette and the others were also required to pose in the nude and they stole the show with their youthful charms.

Some of the raped nuns had been brought back to the Camp, where they were raped again in the troops' baracks in the wee hours. They too were required to flaunt their white nakedness in front of the camera and show themselves under the sun as if Congo were the original Eden.

On some photos, the white woman was shown while "willingly having sex" with a Congolese soldier.

The result was a hefty portfolio filled with naked Belgian women of ages ranging from 18 to 50+! They would make prints out of these and circulate them among the Congolese Army! They would also use them as leverage over the captive women, who were told to obey any demands for sexual acts or else some of these prints would be sent to their families in Belgium and/or some less-than-reputable magazines.

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A great many more pictures were taken. It is rumored that some prints from these photographs found their way into the private desks of some Belgian generals and admirals or even government officials.


TO BE CONTINUED.
Title: Re: Mutiny In Thysville! (interracial, black on white w, vaginal and oral)
Post by: To-Get-Her on November 04, 2021, 11:01:10 AM
Would have been more enjoyable if you cut back on the amount of photos. The took away from the words written!
Title: Re: Mutiny In Thysville! (interracial, black on white w, vaginal and oral)
Post by: Tony V. on November 04, 2021, 11:33:09 AM
I believe the photos only enhance the depths of the depravity this rebellion fueled. As we remember from History, the Belgian response was swift and brutal.......


Excellent Story, HistBuff!!!


Tony V.                    :police:
Title: Re: Mutiny In Thysville! (interracial, black on white w, vaginal and oral)
Post by: Master Sergeant on November 04, 2021, 04:13:48 PM
Good representation of an event almost none know happened.  Photos were a big bonus lending a bit of reality to the words.
Title: Re: Mutiny In Thysville! (interracial, black on white w, vaginal and oral)
Post by: HistBuff on November 05, 2021, 06:20:32 AM
Would have been more enjoyable if you cut back on the amount of photos. The took away from the words written!

This was a controversial move on my part.
Let our disagreement over this make our friendship stronger!
Title: Re: Mutiny In Thysville! (interracial, black on white w, vaginal and oral)
Post by: HistBuff on November 05, 2021, 06:22:35 AM
I believe the photos only enhance the depths of the depravity this rebellion fueled. As we remember from History, the Belgian response was swift and brutal.......

Excellent Story, HistBuff!!!

Tony V.                    :police:

Thanks Tony V.!
These pictures were a bold move on my part. I decided for them because these B & W nudes arouse me a lot, especially when displayed in such a context!
I'll add that this picture-rich chapter was an exception to my usual style.
Title: Re: Mutiny In Thysville! (interracial, black on white w, vaginal and oral)
Post by: HistBuff on November 05, 2021, 06:27:10 AM
Good representation of an event almost none know happened.  Photos were a big bonus lending a bit of reality to the words.

Thanks Master Sergeant!
People in Europe and America were positively shocked when accounts of these rapes reached their newspapers!
Then September came with the Olympic Games in Rome! And the story was quickly forgotten by the mass media.
Title: Re: Mutiny In Thysville! (interracial, black on white w, vaginal and oral)
Post by: HistBuff on November 05, 2021, 06:27:31 AM
After the extensive photo shooting sessions, the smiling off-duty soldiers more or less let the women alone. As the photographers were busy developing the shots in the dark room, many soldiers paid a visit in jail to their former officers in order to taunt them about their female loved ones just having been pictured in the nude!

Juliette was now alone with Martine and Virginie in their house, but soldiers were keeping a keen watch on all doors, and it was forbidden to stir out. In early afternoon, Juliette broke down for not being allowed to see and comfort her little sister, and it was Martine's turn to hold her and soothe her as best as she could, shaken as she was herself.

Virginie was numb, like more than half of the victimized women in the Camp. The female administrative staff had been gang-raped, for the most part in the office rooms where they had been working and were then taken into the soldiers' barracks, where they were subjected to constant abuses and humiliations; their predicament was even worse than the officers' wives, who at least "enjoyed" the ironic luxury of getting whored in their homes.

Anne had refused to eat anything. She just sat with her legs crossed and swung her torso back and forth like a pendulum of insanity, unable to fathom nor register what she'd gone through during the last 24 hours; she just stared at the wall, ignoring her mother and listening to one record after the other.

At one point, she listened to Ol' Man River, the B-side of Happy, Happy Birthday (Tune Weavers, 1957... https://youtu.be/bcmW_hGNz50 (https://youtu.be/bcmW_hGNz50)) thirteen times over while leaving untouched the cheese sandwich her mother had left on a saucer just beside her on the room floor.

Béatrice went in her own room and began to pray, hoping the negotiations would come to a fruitful end and they would all be able to fly back to the civilized world. She now hated Congo and its people for what they had done to her family. Anne! Juliette! They would be like the tiny shards of a fancy china cup that gets dropped on a hard-tiled floor from a lofty shelf; you can glue the shards back together, but it's hopeless to wish for the cup to become new again.

While she prayed, the raped mother cried over her raped daughters. Shards of a promessful life that never will be.

***********************************************

The on-duty soldiers maintained a strong watch and security perimeter, making their presence known and felt. The Belgian General awaited possible reinforcements from Léopoldville, but other mutinies and new incidents of anti-white violence erupted left in right in this country that was four times as large as France (and 76 times Belgium's area).

Worse --- some Belgian unit commanders had become enraged against the Congolese upon learning of the mistreatment inflicted on some Belgian nationals, and they had responded with wanton violence.

The negotiations had been going smoothly up to mid-afternoon, but then, through the efficient communications channel that linked all Congolese garrisons in one country-wide network, Colonel Bobozo learned that near Stanleyville, a Belgian company had rounded up and summarily executed an entire Congolese platoon after catching them with captive Belgian women.

All negotiations were abruptly halted and Colonel Bobozo made it very clear to the Belgian General that any airstrike or land assault on Camp Hardy would result in the hostages's deaths!

The Colonel parted with the General with this sentence...
"IMAGINEZ, MON GÉNÉRAL ! IMAGINEZ SI C'ÉTAIT VOTRE FILLE QUI ÉTAIT PARMI CES OTAGES !" (IMAGINE, SIR GENERAL! IMAGINE THAT YOUR OWN DAUGHTER WERE AMONG THESE HOSTAGES!)

****************************************************

Colonel Bobozo and his black officers had a challenging time in calming down his troops and preventing them to select and gun down some of the hostages.

"NO! WE MUST SHOW THE WORLD THAT WE ARE BETTER THAN BELGIANS!" said the Colonel. Then he added...

"GIVE A GOOD THRASHING TO THESE WHITE OFFICERS AND DO ALL YOU WANT WITH THEIR WIVES AND DAUGHTERS! BUT DON'T KILL ANYONE! AND THAT'S AN ORDER!"

On this, a group of the 1,500 off-duty Congolese soldiers ran to the jail to beat up and mock their former officers, splattering some of them with cream pies and adding a strangely comical element to this bizarre, semi-barbaric carnival.

Unsurprisingly, most of them made straight for the alleys where the white-owned houses were all lined up, as if waiting for the black troops's special attentions!

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! NOT AGAIN!!!" was the cry of despaired terror heard in most households, as the already-exhausted girls and women saw the black horde heading toward them down the alley!

Anne was still sitting with her legs crossed in front of her and balancing herself pendulum-fashion when the screaming horde of Congolese mutineers slammed the LeBlancs's door open to kick off a second evening and night of horror!

Anne ignored Béatrice's shrill screams, mixed with the troops jeers and catcalls and soon followed by sharp sounds of tearing fabric. She kept listening to her 45-rpm vinyle record of Dean Martin's Watching The World Go By as the loud voices quickly neared her bedroom door...

Dean Martin's cheerful song (https://youtu.be/OncK08pDyFk (https://youtu.be/OncK08pDyFk)) improbably collided with the soldiers' shouts...

"ALLEZ ! ON VA LA VIOLER, LA PETITE SALOPE BLANCHE !" (COME ON! WE'RE GONNA RAPE THIS LITTLE WHITE SLUT!)
"OUAIS ! ON VA SE LA FARCIR !" (YOU BET! WE'RE GONNA STUFF HER GOOD!)
"ELLE VA EN AVOIR, DE LA BITE AFRICAINE !" (SHE'S GOING TO HAVE HER FILL OF AFRICAN DICKS!)

Then they stormed her room!

Anne let herself be lifted from the floor and shoved onto her unruffled bed as the cheerful tune kept playing. Dean Martin's happy lyrics mixed with Anne's quiet sobbing and the soldiers' savage grunting as they quickly ripped all her garments apart, feeling their erections quickly pushing up into raging monsters as they savagely yanked her bra and panties off her pristine-looking body!

Dean Martin's background chorus was concluding the song as they were tightly tying Anne's wrists to the steel frame of her bed, which appeared to have been designed with such use in mind. They also tied up her ankles, immobilizing her in a spread-eagle position.

Then Colonel Bobozo, who stood stark naked amid his men in his ebony middle-aged flabbiness, knelt on the bed between the girl's spread legs and used a liberal amount of spit to wet his eager cock. Then he quickly laid down above her passive body and pushed his cock between her labia. He let out a loud groan of victory as he forcefully entered the girl, who now screamed in sharp pain as her sore pussy was brutally pushed open by the Colonel's monster dick!

Colonel Bobozo immediately started pounding Anne LeBlanc with all his weight, strength and might, holding nothing back and making the bed loudly creak as the young girl was utterly shaken under him, her petite breasts quivering in repeated aftershocks while he pounded her in earnest, his mouth wide open in pleasure as he delightfully enjoyed her virginal tightness and seemed to be doing his utmost to make Anne's rape even more brutal than the previous day!

Soon, Anne heard the Colonel's savage groan and felt his cigar-reeking breath on her face as he shot a massive load inside her! ... "NNNNNNNNRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGHGHH!!!!"

He was immediately followed by a 40-year-old Sergeant, who seemed to have an even bigger dick! This Sergeant soon had Anne screaming in excruciating pain under him as he drilled her unmercifully and seemed to be competing against his Colonel to see who was the most brutal rapist!

He too quickly exploded his load inside the pain-agonizing Belgian girl!
"AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRR!!!!"

Then a third soldier, stark naked like his Colonel and very tall, took over and had Anne screaming and whimpering over the creaking bed, and pinned under him... He soon emptied his load of seed inside her!

Then she received another naked soldier, who raped her until he cummed. By now, she was losing count of her rapists, but their cumulated semen and her own juices were making the successive poundings somewhat less painful, physically...

There were at least fifteen soldiers in Anne's room, one of whom started playing her records as she kept being raped again, again and again, bound for a second evening of being pounded endlessly by these black troops who used to stand at attention in front of her uniformed father!

In the kitchen, Béatrice was now stark naked and mounted by one soldier after another as they all took note of her surprisingly beautiful pair of boobs as they jiggled in their submissive fleshy dance under the negroes' copulating fury!

The kitchen and Anne's room resonated with shrill screams, jeers, black men shouting "salope blanche!" (white slut), optimistic-sounding American music as well as their grunting and a loud groan whenever a rapist blissfully let go his cumulated load of spunk!

TO BE CONTINUED.

Note: Again, this follows very closely the course of events that actually occurred in Camp Hardy on July 11th and 12th, and this poses the challenge of avoiding making the rapes feel like a boring repeat of the previous day.
Title: Re: Mutiny In Thysville! (interracial, black on white w, vaginal and oral)
Post by: To-Get-Her on November 05, 2021, 12:14:14 PM
Nice continuation that gets a merit from me!
Title: Re: Mutiny In Thysville! (interracial, black on white w, vaginal and oral)
Post by: amandablonde on November 05, 2021, 04:44:01 PM
A merit for a wonderful and totally realistic story!
Title: Re: Mutiny In Thysville! (interracial, black on white w, vaginal and oral)
Post by: PurgatoryKnight on November 09, 2021, 03:21:55 PM
A merit for a wonderful and totally realistic story!

Thanks amandablonde!
Like To-Get-Her advises me to, I will take care and write the next chapter at a pace that won't put my mental health in jeopardy!
Title: Re: Mutiny In Thysville! (interracial, black on white w, vaginal and oral)
Post by: PurgatoryKnight on November 09, 2021, 07:26:05 PM
As she was getting used on the kitchen table by a pack of beige-uniformed negroes who were taking their turns on her, Béatrice only diffusely felt her body responding with some sense of unwilling arousal; a confused thought of pride crossed her mind as she heard the soldiers commenting on her beauty, either in French or in Lingala, but she couldn't stop sobbing as she heard Anne's nonstop shrill screams, mixed with the men's jeers and the ironic-sounding American rock'n'roll music from her room.

A new group of soldiers entered their house, led by a Sergeant who said he "wanted a piece of the youngest Miss LeBlanc"!

Béatrice heard this pack of men loudly making all sorts of lewd comments on her daughter's tightness and referring to her as a tight-holed Brussels strumpet...

"Oui, c'est une belle petite gourgandine de Bruxelles au trou serré !" (Yep, she's a nice little Brussels strumpet with a tight fuck hole!) repeated one soldier as they all walked into Anne's bedroom, where the shrieking girl was mercilessly and relentlessly raped by a dozen of negroes, their numbers soon to be inflated.

Béatrice, her own body shaking, her head bobbing from her own gang-rape, kept shedding hot tears of paradise lost as she heard the barbaric sounds coming from her dear daughter's bedroom, where the jeers intensified and the American music abruptly stopped.

********************************************

"My poor little sis! My poor mother!" was all Juliette could think when the angry soldiers burst into the house and brutally separated her from Martine and Virginie in an exact reenactment of the previous day, except they were angrier and more brutal.

"Allez, les salopes blanches ! Vous allez payer pour nos frères abattus par vos troupes !" (Let's go, you white sluts! You gonna pay for our brothers slaughtered by your troops!)
"Ouais ! On va vous défoncer, salles grues !" (YEP! We gonna do you deep and hard, you fucking whores!)

The other comments were lost in the chaos as Martine was mercilessly seized, her begging utterly ignored by the angry troops as they immediately exploded her clothes apart in loud sounds of torn fabric, quickly exposing her perky breasts, her butt and all her other white woman's carnal assets...

Juliette found herself bent over amid a pack of yelling negroes, immobilized by a forest of ebony arms as they brutally pulled down her skirt and yanked off her panties. She tried to stay as calm as she could, quietly sobbing as the first man was already pushing his cock against her entrance, then grabbing her sides as he began pounding her with barbaric anger and violence...
"Tiens ! Tiens ! Tiens ! Sale putain ! PUTAIN ! Sale Blanche ! Tiens ! Tiens ! ... nnrrr... nnr, nnr, nnrr..."
(Take this! This! And this! You filthy whore! FUCKING SLUT! Filthy white slut! Take this!  And this! ... nnrrr... nnr, nnr, nnrr...)


Juliette was utterly lost amid the pack of jeering negroes, her still-clad torso horizontal, her head down and hearing Martine's shrill scream as she was no doubt being gang-raped herself. Soon, a negro's giant cock was pressed against her lips and she was ordered to perform a proper blowjob...
"Prends ma bite, salope blanche ! Sinon on va te couper en morceaux et montrer tes restes à ta mère !" (Take my dick, white slut! Or else, we'll cut you to pieces and show your remains to your mother!)

Her head wildly bobbing from the merciless pounding, the 20-year-old Belgian girl managed to obey. She took the large dark shaft in her dainty white hand and engulfed the hard cock inside her open mouth, soon coating it with her well-bred girl's saliva and hearing the man's approving grunts amid the tumult of this exploding collective arousal as the mutinied troops vented their anger on their former officers's wives and daughters!

Martine was bent-over against her standing piano with only her back side covered by her blouse's torn remains, as an 18-year-old young recruit was gleefully raping her! The young man felt extremely aroused from raping not only a white woman, but also an older woman in her late twenties, and he knew her by sight --- the music teacher! He loudly voiced his satisfaction as his older mates cheered him on...
"AH OUI !... OUI ! ... AH C'EST BON !... AHHH !... AHHHHHH !... AAAHHHHH C'EST BON!... OUI ! OUI !... HHAAAA !.... AHHH OUI ! ON LA SAUTE !!!! LA PROF DE MUSIQUE... AHHHRR!!!... SUR SON PIANO ! AHH OUI !!!"
(OH YES!... YES!... OH THIS IS SO GOOD!... OAAHH!... OAAHHHHH!... OAAHHHHH IT'S SO FUCKING GOOD!... YES! YES!... OAAHHHH!... OHHH YESS!... WE'RE FUCKING HER!!!! THE MUSIC TEACHER... AHHHRRR!!!... ON HER PIANO! OHHH YESS!!!)

The novice rapist lasted surprisingly long and surprised his seniors when he increased his tempo and fury and took a firm hold of her breasts from behind as he loudly grunted out his oncoming climax in a loud crescendo of animalistic glee...

He screamed his unfathomable bliss as he powerfully exploded inside Martine, her pressed hand suddenly striking a weird sounding combination of piano keys as she groaned upon feeling the young man's hot jizz spilling inside her womanhood...
NNHHRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHRR RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!
BLLRMMMMM... OhnnnnnnhhNNNNHHHH!!!

The teenage boy fell on his kness, his legs turned into jello from the near-death bliss as his dick let out one last shot of spurting jizz, which spilled down on the carpet as his seniors tapped him on the shoulder...

"Well done my boy!"
"That's the way! We'll show them who's boss in Congo!!! YEAH!!!"


He was helped back to his feet while a Corporal violently grabbed Martine's slender waist, called her "salope blanche" a couple more times and then started taking his wild turn on her, telling her to dance for him as he raped her like a mad savage! All the men cheered and mocked her along with Juliette, who was gangbanged just a few steps away...

Virginie had been quickly stripped stark naked. She was utterly pinned on the cleared-for-action table, naked with her breasts wildly jiggling under the kitchen roof while she heard Thierry --- her very own lover, or rather ex-lover --- encouraging her rapist to go even rougher on her as the wooden table creaked in some form of post-apocalyptic music...

Their humiliation couldn't have been more complete.

TO BE CONTINUED.

NOTE: HistBuff and PurgatoryKnight are one and the same! I'm HistBuff in armour!

Note: This second mutiny in Camp Hardy really lasted two full days and was far more widescale and brutal than the first. It poses an interesting challenge for storywriting, since it's very easy to fall into a boring repeat of the previous day. The big difference here is that the mutinied troops have learned that some of their comrades had been shot dead by Belgian soldiers. They are very pissed! I have this element of anger to paint the rape scenes in a different colour.

Note: My use of the word "negro" is the historical equivalent for the French "nègre", which was commonly used back then. When it hit the newspapers, the rapes of white women at the hands of negroes was positively shocking for the public.
Title: Re: Mutiny In Thysville! (interracial, black on white w, vaginal and oral)
Post by: To-Get-Her on November 09, 2021, 07:51:34 PM
A welcomed return if there ever was one, my friend! Liked the introduction of new characters there for the prestige of taking someone they would never have a chance with except for this way! Merit for trying to make the second day as exciting as the first day!
Title: Re: Mutiny In Thysville! (interracial, black on white w, vaginal and oral)
Post by: PurgatoryKnight on November 10, 2021, 07:36:05 AM
A welcomed return if there ever was one, my friend! Liked the introduction of new characters there for the prestige of taking someone they would never have a chance with except for this way! Merit for trying to make the second day as exciting as the first day!

Thanks To-Get-Her!
Much obliged!
Title: Re: Mutiny In Thysville! (interracial, black on white w, vaginal and oral)
Post by: PurgatoryKnight on November 10, 2021, 07:38:38 AM
Armande and Blanche had spent the day comforting each other. They didn't know one another that much, but the extreme intensity of their grim predicament had made them very close friends within a few hours.

During the forced photo shoots, they had been required to caress one another and to perform different sexual acts on each other, before being photographed while having sex with Congolese soldiers.

They were left alone for the remainder of the day, except Blanche's house was under tight surveillance and they were strictly forbidden to stir out.

They had cooked themselves a hefty lunch, feeling the need to replenish their energy. They ate a large helping of french fries with mayonnaise, a dijon mustard hot-dog and drank a pint of Belgian beer each. Such was their dinner, which is the half-day meal in Belgium, Canada, Switzerland and pretty much anywhere else in the French-speaking world... except France.


They had relied on the hope that the negotiations would come to a fruitful conclusion and they would be on their way to Brussels on that very evening!

When they heard throngs of soldiers running toward the officers's houses in the alleys, all screaming "Les salopes blanches ! Les salopes blanches !" (The white sluts! The white sluts!), they began bawling and screaming in horror and despair!

The soldiers stormed the house and found them crying in each other's arms. They brutally separated the bawling women and shouted at them angrily, announcing that they were now official whores for the Congolese military!

Half of the men had rushed to this house, having got word that Armande was there and having a huge hard-on just from KNOWING they were about to strip her naked and fuck her all their heart's content!

"Ah OUI ! Armande ! Ça, ça va être du bon cul !" (Oh YES! Armande! Now, this will be some serious piece of ass!)

The other half of the platoon was rushing for Blanche!

As they seized her, they began chanting...
"Blanche ! La Blanche !... Blanche ! La Blanche !..." (Blanche! The White woman!... Blanche! The White woman!...)

Since there was a lot of daylight flooding the kitchen, they organically agreed to carry Blanche there.

After violently clearing the table for action, they laid her down there and enjoyed her loud bawling as they very brutally ripped her blouse open and pulled it down her shoulders and arms, sending buttons flying down on the tiled floor, while an eager black hand tore off her bra and all men felt their erection raging to copulate with this White woman as they suddenly saw her perky breasts in full jiggling display and she kept bawling and squirming under their collective clutches...

They made short work of her summer skirt and her panties, yanking the pretty thing off while another soldier was ridding her of her ruined blouse, leaving the blonde woman stark naked on the table and ready to be roughly enjoyed! One of them commented that the carpet didn't exactly matched the drapes; her cunt hair was indeed more brown than golden, and it actually intensified the richness of her pale complexion.

Blanche screamed at the top of her voice as she felt the first man violently pushing inside her entrance while all her limbs were restrained with her back pinned flat on the tabletop. She heard Armande's shrill screams from the living room...

Armande did NOT enjoy the special privileges she was asking for today again... The Sergeant leading the pack slapped her smack on the face and told her to shut the fuck up. Five men seized her and they all laughed as they ripped her clothes off, soon having the full show of her naked breasts between the torn drapes of her defiled blouse.

Then the big, tall Sergeant brutally yanked her skirt down her legs and feet, forcing her loafers off her dainty feet in the process, while another black man played some nice tear-sound music as he tore off her panties, letting himself get fascinated by Armande's lovely patch of black cunt hair, which beautifully highlighted the shocking whiteness of her spotless skin!

The burly Sergeant quickly dropped his pants and presented his giant, thick-base dick to the terrified Belgian woman, who found herself completely lifted off the floor, weightless, powerless and restrained amid the pack of jeering soldiers, as the Sergeant rushed inside her spread-out legs and pushed hard against her exposed entrance, making her scream loud in pain!

The Sergeant held nothing back! He ruthlessly entered her pussy with his immense dick, making her bolt with searing pain while all the laughing men tightly restrained her in mid-air as the burly Sergeant started pounding the screaming woman with unadulterated joy...

He fucked her angrily and with all the vengeance he had himself, thinking of his fallen comrades and venting his anger on this female personification of this Belgium he hated!

Armande was terrified by the anger-distorted features on her rapist's black face; she was so scared that she stopped screaming and let herself be used like the fuck doll she was. The Sergeant was grabbing her hips and driving her against him each time he thrusted forward his impaling fuck pillar! He did this at a crazy pace, savagely raping her!

Amid her suffering, Armande felt her body taking a life of its own and flooding her pained womanhood with arousal juices. She felt her jiggling breasts swelling and each time one of these Congolese soldiers cupped or squeezed one of her breasts, a storm of pleasurable sensations fought against the chaos of pain she was in!

Suddenly she heard the large black man uttering a loud groan and she felt a huge wave of warm stickiness flooding her vagina!... HMMMRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRHHHHNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!! ORRHHHHHHH!!!!...

Then the Sergeant pulled out his pulsating dick out of Armande and spurted a parting load of jism on her cunt hair while saying these Belgian women were an awesome fuck!

A second man immediately took his place. Armande quickly found herself shaken again, head bobbing and breasts jiggling while the Congolese soldier was frantically raping her with a wide open mouth, in complete carnal enjoyment and it seemed he was competing against the Sergeant to see who was the most brutal rapist!

The pleasure sensations deep within herself became stronger and stronger. As she kept being utterly shaken amid the jeering black troops, Armande didn't fight what she knew was coming soon. She knew they were going to have a good laugh when they'll hear her orgasming, but she had suddenly discovered the day before --- as she ran black men's dicks --- that this very humiliation was extremely arousing for her!

Somehow, her body loved being used like a white slut... A secret part of her loved being their "salope blanche"!

Armande began moaning loud and freely, feeling her juices easing her initial pain as her rapist was now grunting loud and just about to cum. She heard the men laughing loud of her moaning, taunting her and telling her what a complete whore she was, that she was loving this, etc., and then the Congolese man exploded deep inside her and gave her all his semen while exhaling a long-winded groan with his eyes half-closed from the unfathomable bliss that hijacked his entire being...

What an incredible RELIEF it was to be fucking the wives of their officers! He smiled upon reminding himself that it was still late afternoon, and he had plenty of time to make her his "salope blanche" again!

As the third man gleefully raped her amid the pack of jeering men, Armande started moaning very loud and hard, no longer hearing Blanche who was being gang-raped on the kitchen table.

This third rapist gave her all he had, thrusting his dick deep and hard on each and every stroke, like his life depended on how deep and hard he was raping her! Armande started letting out a flurry of high-pitched whimpers as she moved her lap in such a way as to make her clit rub like she wanted against her rapist's busy dick; her body commanded that she adjusted the copulating angle to maximize her arousal!

It was stronger than her!

She heard a voice deep inside her... "I'm their white whore! I'm raped! The soldiers!..." She pictured herself on a given day when she was walking right past a platoon of proud marching soldiers; they didn't slow nor looked directly her way, but she could feel their discreet gazes all over her bourgeois-clad figure and she had gone instantly wet!

On that night, she had given torrid sex to her husband; all the time, she was picturing herself being gang-fucked by this fully loaded platoon of black soldiers!

Now, said her inner voice, Now IT'S HAPPENING! I'M FUCKED BY EACH AND EVERYONE OF THEM! I'M A SALOPE BLANCHE!!! She felt so ashamed from harbouring such a guilty thought. She felt even guiltier as she caught a dark thought within herself; this darkness was imagining her husban was there to behold her complete surrender under the dicks of his own men!

She felt unfathomably ashamed of feeling like such a shameless whore, but she couldn't keep herself from moaning as she pictured herself in the same predicament in front of her powerless husband...
"aaaahhhh, aaaahhhh, AAAAHHH, aaahh, aah, aaaah, aaah, aaah, aaaahhh, aahhhh, aahh, aaahh..."

She kept whimpering in quick succession while this third man kept pumping his dick inside her until he cummed hard and felt the joyful hotness of his out-of-control dick shooting bolts of thick jizz inside her!

He exited from her defiled Belgian pride with a loud, contented grunt and left the place to the fourth man.

All the men laughed when Armande wrapped her legs around her fourth rapist as soon as she felt him deep inside her! The reader must not be too harsh on this defiled Belgian wife; let it be known that her husband was a poor lover who lacked intensity. Now she was being used by studs! And part of her was secretly wishing the said husband were present at this very moment so he could learn something!

Her body was used and defiled under a storm of jeers uttered at her in French or in Lingala; Armande knew an even bigger storm was brewing inside her, and then it hit her...
"aah, aaahh, aaaahh, aaah, aaah, aaaaah, aaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH... AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH..."

All at once, time bombs exploded on every millimeter of her gorgeous body! She felt like a Goddess worshipped by some primitive savages, and it was so completely erotic!

Then she fell in deep despair, remembering the horror of her actual predicament and hearing Blanche getting whored in the next room...

She heard the soldiers laughing all around her. She felt utterly humiliated. Her sense of deep humiliation stirred a new state of arousal. She began moaning again as she received the man's full load of cum... The next rapist took possession of his war booty and gleefully used her as a glorified cum dump!

The rapist after that one had her moaning right up to Cloud Nine! She once again had an epic orgasm in the arms of the Congolese troops with each of her boobs kneaded by a black hand!

As she lost count of her rapists, she unwillingly gave them a hugely arousing show with her bobbing raven head of hair, the distressed features on her pretty face, her jiggling breasts and her pin-up perfect legs and feet!

Armande was a great piece of entertainment for her husband's platoon! The ENTIRE platoon!

TO BE CONTINUED.
Title: Re: Mutiny In Thysville! (interracial, black on white w, vaginal and oral)
Post by: To-Get-Her on November 10, 2021, 12:01:21 PM
I'm surprised that Armande did scream out that she was their plaything! Also surprised that the Congolese didn't bring her husband in to watch her sexual surrender to them! Merit will be awarded when possible
Title: Re: Mutiny In Thysville! (interracial, black on white w, vaginal and oral)
Post by: PurgatoryKnight on November 15, 2021, 05:36:23 AM
I'm surprised that Armande did scream out that she was their plaything! Also surprised that the Congolese didn't bring her husband in to watch her sexual surrender to them! Merit will be awarded when possible

Thanks To-Get-Her!
Title: Re: Mutiny In Thysville! (interracial, black on white w, vaginal and oral)
Post by: PurgatoryKnight on November 15, 2021, 05:37:22 AM
When the negotiations had been cut short by the news of a Congolese platoon having got wantonly slaughtered by a Belgian unit, the Congolese garrison in Camp Hardy had gone so wild that they had immediately rushed to he officer houses that had become hellish prisons for the female hostages!

They had been so keen in utterly debasing the Belgian womenfolks that they had forgotten about the officers and husbands in jail. Only Colonel Bobozo had thought of this refinement in cruelty. He had given specific orders to his troops concerning the home of the De Vos family---use any girl or woman you'll find there, but don't touch Lucie De Vos! Today she belongs to me!

Then he had fetched Capitaine Henri De Vos and swiftly escorted him with a squad of his men as he quickly walked to this white-owned house that was out-of-bounds for him only two weeks before.

When they got there, right in front the house where Anne and her mother were the center meat of yet another rapes carnival, the De Vos home already resonated with shrill screams from Lucie's mother getting violently stripped naked---her husband was pushed inside the house just in time to watch the jeering troops ripping her panties off--- and from Véronique and Isabelle, who had taken shelter there with Lucie, only to learn now that there was no safety in numbers when a few dozen young women were at the mercy of a 3,000-men Congolese regiment!

Lucie helplessly called her father as she watched in horror her mother taking the dick of a grinning man inside her while other grinning black men fiercely restrained and threatened her into compliance.

Véronique was on the floor, her bright-skin nakedness in full display with shreds of torn clothes as a newly-promoted negro officer was raping her with a vengeful anger, pinning her legs up against his shoulders and unmercifully pounding her with his meaty butt fully visible, flexing his dark-brown glute muscles at each of his frantic thrusts that drove his large conquering dick shame-deep inside the shrieking Belgian girl! In this position, Véronique's gorgeous legs and feet were pinned up and pointing toward the ceiling in an unwilling show of erotic splendour! Her rapist soon relieved himself of his load while groaning like a mountain gorilla!

Isabelle was amid a throng of soldiers, Eve-naked and restrained as they were beginning to take their turns inside her. Capitaine De Vos heard another girl screaming from inside a bedroom, which was also filled with men's jeers.

"Alors, mon capitaine ! Êtes-vous heureux d'être de retour chez vous ?" (So, Captain Sir! Are you happy to be back home?) Colonel Bobozo asked him tauntingly, then added...

"Maintenant, tu vas voir ce que je vais faire avec ta fille !" (Now, you're going to see what I'm going to do with your daughter!) 

The prisoner Captain couldn't refrain himself from voicing his anger. He began calling Bobozo "sale putain de Nègre" (filthy accursed negro) and all sorts of other racist slurs that only made Bobozo and his men laugh out loud, while Lucie was forced to face the Colonel amid the shriek-filled room.

Lucie yelped when Bobozo suddenly ripped off her white shirt and almost immediately yanked off her bra, using his barbaric strength to strip her torso naked in a matter of seconds while his smiling men firmly held her arms.

"Nooooo!!!" Lucie kept screaming and calling her father's help as Bobozo began roughly playing with her teenage-firm perky breasts, growing an enormous erection as he contemplated the forbidden contrast between the big brown cakes of his hands and the delicate whiteness of the tender orbs of flesh he was violating, pressing, squeezing and avidly sucking as the poor girl kept shrieking, writhing in the men's clutches and started to sob and wail as she became aware that it was still afternoon and her only future was the entire evening and night full of THAT and no-doubt worse.

"Now, Lucie, you will be a good girl! If you don't want my men to bayonet your father in front of you and dismember his dead body to cook his meat and force you to eat him, you will kindly strip yourself naked and kneel down in front of your new Colonel and suck his African dick like a nice proper Brussels prostitute!... DO IT NOW!"

Adding threat to his order, Bobozo slapped Lucie, which was overkill, as the poor girl was already terrified.

Taking a passing look at Véronique who had completely surrendered and let the dozen men use her, Lucie took off all her remaining clothes and quickly knelt down in front of the tall and fat Colonel, who had dropped his pants and stood with his crotch right at her face, his enormous dark weiner resting soft against his large sacks of balls and waiting for her dainty mouth.

Under her father's unbelieving gaze and stirring a secret and shameful erection in him, Lucie De Vos, daughter of Capitaine De Vos, took Bobozo's immense dick in her small hands and began licking it into life and hardness! As Lucie took his cock inside her mouth and began coating it with her saliva, the former Master Sergeant, now Colonel in Congo's new national Army, let out a loud grunt of approval.

He ordered her to look up into his eyes as she kept pleasuring his hardening black monster. Then, Bobozo fully enjoyed the satisfaction of having a Belgian officer's daughter kneeling and taking his dick inside her mouth right in front of her father! This girl used to walk past him without even glancing at him, protected by the thick invisible barrier erected by a century of colonial rule.

Now the barrier was shattered and the negro's dick was fully erected by the obedient ministrations of a captive white girl fearing for her father's life! She had gone from Fortune's light to the deepest recess of her shadow from one day to the next.

Bobozo gleefully taunted his former officer while Lucie kept bobbing her head back and forth as her sealed mouth worked magic on his saliva-coated dick, now a pillar of coconut-hard African splendour, bulging with veins and ready to fulfill its natural function...

"Mon capitaine ! Votre fille a beaucoup de talent ! Son fiancé est un homme heureux !" (Captain Sir! Your daughter is very talented! Her fiancé is a happy man!)

"Oh oui... OUI!... Ohhh, elle suce bien cette petite salope belge !" (Oh yes... YES! Ohhh, this little Belgian slut is a fine mouth on a dick!)

Feeling himself fuck-ready, Bobozo ordered Lucie to stop her mouth service, announcing his intent and arousing himself verbally as he did so...
"Allez, debout la petite ! Maintenant, on va te violer !" (All right, stand up little girl! Now we're gonna rape you!)

Lucie began sobbing and begging as she stood up and Bobozo gave quick orders and two men seized her and took her to an armchair, on which they pinned her with her belly resting against one of the large cushioned armrests and her alluring butt protruding in full display for all the troops to contemplate!

The sight of Lucie's college-girl butt curves and forbidden paleness drove Bobozo crazy with lust!

He rushed at her while uttering a loud roar, grabbed and squeezed her surrendered butt and feverishly introduced his gigantic dick inside her entrance, laughing as he felt how wet she was! Her time pleasuring his dick while kneeling naked in front of her father and all these men had got her aroused against her will!

Ignoring the father's loud empty threats, and the mother yelling at him amid her own gang-rape, Colonel Bobozo closed her eyes as he fully enjoyed going cervix-deep inside Lucie, feeling her virginal tightness gripping his dick hard and his own hands holding the curvy softness of her white butt!

He began pounding her, grunting like some rutting baboon and holding nothing back, making the armchair creak and Lucie whimper as he looked at the hypnotizing buns of her colliding butt as he frantically drove his large hips forward against her; the shocking contrast between his dick and her flesh deeply signified Belgium's defeat!

He pictured Lucie as he had seen her only two weeks before, chatting and laughing with Anne LeBlanc, both girls displaying cock-teasing breast shapes under their cute summer blouses! Raping Anne had been so incredibly delightful! Now Lucie...

What a treat! What an amazing satisfaction to be mounting her and grunting like a wild gorilla right in front of her parents!

Colonel Bobozo's voice no longer belonged to him as he screamed his bliss, his powerful voice covering all the room's noise and rape-tumult as he pounded Lucie in frenzied abandon and felt the unfathomable relief as he shot several epic bolts of his seed inside the pretty Belgian daughter!

"NNNNNNNNNNNNRRRRHHH AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRR... uuuuuuuhhhhhhhnnnnn..."

Lucie's father sobbed bitterly as he kept saying he was sorry for not being able to prevent this, the nearby Congolese soldiers laughing at him as a Corporal presently entered the girl's cum-spilling vagina and took his own turn inside her. Oh God! Lucie's exposed butt was so ungodly arousing in this position!

She'd spend an hour or two like this, relentlessly shaken by countless successive rapists with her belly against the armrest, almost vomiting at some point, but holding it back out of pride. Pride... The word sounded like an ironic travesty given her whorish predicament.

TO BE CONTINUED.
Title: Re: Mutiny In Thysville! (interracial, black on white w, vaginal and oral)
Post by: Blue on November 15, 2021, 10:18:30 AM
Nice descriptions of the rape of the white womans.
What I'm missing: for a black guy it should be a "must be" to rape a white womans ass. I like it to read good descriptions of ass-rapes, and I could imagine, that for the  kongolesians troops it would be perfect, to use white asses - day and night...
Title: Re: Mutiny In Thysville! (interracial, black on white w, vaginal and oral)
Post by: To-Get-Her on November 15, 2021, 11:09:08 AM
Can't wait until the Belgium government takes their revenge against the Congolese population. Then the blacks will be really fucked! Merit awarded from me!
Title: Re: Mutiny In Thysville! (interracial, black on white w, vaginal and oral)
Post by: gaggedKitty23 on November 15, 2021, 07:29:36 PM
Your wonderful choice of pictures makes the story all the more enthralling and is well worth the merit from me. The historical setting of post-colonial Africa in the 60's is also seldom explored, which makes this doubly refreshing. I'm so glad I discovered this among your newer works.
Title: Re: Mutiny In Thysville! (interracial, black on white w, vaginal and oral)
Post by: PurgatoryKnight on November 16, 2021, 06:15:36 AM
Nice descriptions of the rape of the white womans.
What I'm missing: for a black guy it should be a "must be" to rape a white womans ass. I like it to read good descriptions of ass-rapes, and I could imagine, that for the  kongolesians troops it would be perfect, to use white asses - day and night...

Thanks Blue! This is something I didn't know.
Title: Re: Mutiny In Thysville! (interracial, black on white w, vaginal and oral)
Post by: PurgatoryKnight on November 16, 2021, 06:18:29 AM
Can't wait until the Belgium government takes their revenge against the Congolese population. Then the blacks will be really fucked! Merit awarded from me!

Thanks To-Get-Her!
In the newspaper, there was no mention of Belgian troops raping black women in Congo. This means that they never did anything like this. LOL.
Title: Re: Mutiny In Thysville! (interracial, black on white w, vaginal and oral)
Post by: PurgatoryKnight on November 16, 2021, 06:19:59 AM
Your wonderful choice of pictures makes the story all the more enthralling and is well worth the merit from me. The historical setting of post-colonial Africa in the 60's is also seldom explored, which makes this doubly refreshing. I'm so glad I discovered this among your newer works.

Thanks!!!
Kitty! I missed you so much when I was gone!
As soon as I'll be finished with my current stories, I'll rewrite my gladiators story!
Title: Re: Mutiny In Thysville! (interracial, black on white w, vaginal and oral)
Post by: PurgatoryKnight on November 16, 2021, 06:20:33 AM
Colonel Bobozo thoroughly enjoyed raping Lucie! He experienced a powerful surge of "feel-good" smoothness in his legs and crotch as he rezipped his trousers over his cum-drenched deflated cock. As he saw the next rapist -- the ex-Sergeant, newly promoted Captain Moïse Loemba* --- introducing his king-size dick inside the sobbing daughter, he exclaimed...
"Why aren't you raping her ass, Loemba? Don't you prefer ass-raping?"

"Sir, you gave specific orders forbidding it, Sir! Otherwise we..."

"AH! AH! AH! AH!... I had no idea you would all obey like that!... Now come on! GIVE THIS BELGIAN GIRL THE NICE ASS-THRASHING SHE DESERVES! Her father is here to watch!"

"YES SIR! YES SIR!"

Captain Loemba turned toward the men...
"DID YOU HEAR THE COLONEL? YOU CAN TAKE THESE WHITE BITCHES' ASSES ALL YOU WANT! HURRAY FOR THE COLONEL AND NOW LET'S DRILL THEIR TIGHT LITTLE HOLES!"

Under the vehement protestations and the despaired begging of Captain De Vos, the ebony Captain Loemba spat on his rock-hard cock to make it minimally slippery and pushed it against Lucie's anal entrance!

As the big brown African meat roughly started to open a way inside her virgin anal tightness, Lucie understood that up until now, what she had gone through was a walk in the park compared to the searing pain that was brutally and quickly intensifying inside her butt hole, soon irradiating right up her soul and compelling her to scream in utter pain as Loemba pushed his cock farther and farther inside her violated shit-hole...
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!... AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!... STOP!!! IT'S TOO BIG! TOO BIG! IT HURTS! NOOOaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!..."

Loemba let out a savage groan of complete satisfaction as he felt his proud massive pillar entered half-length inside the screaming girl's anal depth. He firmly grabbed her smooth alluring hips and began pounding her, shaking her belly-first against the large cushioned armrest and slamming his cock deeper on each of his vicious thrusts, ass-raping her with savage abandon and feeling his pleasure quickly surging into pure carnal delight!

SHE WAS SO FUCKING TIGHT! IT WAS SO ELATING TO BE ASS-RAPING HER IN FRONT OF HER FATHER!

While Loemba was raping Lucie's butt and slamming her against the armchair, all the other rape squads inside the house had heard the Colonel and they all keenly changed their bearings and began systematically ass-raping all women present in the house!

Very soon, Véronique was shrieking her life out as one negro was ass-pounding her, standing as he drove her alluring butt into his forward hipthrusts with barbaric violence, laughing all the time, while another forced his cock into her ajar mouth as he ordered her to give him a nice blowjob if she didn't want them to ass-rape her with a bayonet! She frantically complied, terror in her eyes and taking the soldier's dick with both hands and thoroughly massaging it as she engulfed the African flesh monster and took it very deep inside her obedient mouth!

"Too bad Véronique's father isn't here to see this! Fuck! Look at her go at it! She can really polish a helmet!"

"GO FETCH HIM! COME ON, YOU AND YOU! GO! GO FETCH CAPTAIN LIPPENS! ON THE DOUBLE!!!"

"What a fucking white whore! I should refer her to my cousin in Elisabethville!"

Two recruits took to their heels with their rifles and ran toward the cell on a mission to take Véronique's father to the De Vos home, so he wouldn't miss his daughter's debasement!

Lucie's mother was bent over the kitchen table and screaming with deafening shrill sounds of pain as a soldier was fiercely pistoning his hard jungle pillar inside her anal recess, gleefully colliding into her ample curvy butt and contemplating all her debauchery of white flesh! The officer's wife was no longer dignified! She was Africanized!

In Lucie's bedroom, Pauline had been flipped over and was now being asked how high she can sign by her ass-rapist, who mercilessly pumped his dick inside her filled up ass as she lay belly first on the bed, surrounded by ten grinning soldiers all waiting their turn!

In the living room, Captain Loemba let out a wild and long-enduring scream of bliss as his pulsating dick powerfully shot several ropes of thick semen inside Lucie's lower intestines! Her father was crying like a baby who lost its mother as Loemba finished emptying his cum deep inside her tight butt...
"oooAAAAHHHRRRRRRR!!!... OaaaaAAAhhhhhh, SHE'S SO FUCKING DELICIOUS!"

Then he exited her butt and let go one last shot of jizz that landed smack on her left butt-cheek. A soldier frictioned it all over her spotless curvy smoothness while saying "Now Milady is properly Africanized!" and taking the Captain's place behind her. Soon, Lucie was shaken and screaming in pain as the soldier grunted his unfathomable glee, for he was now fulfilling a wild fantasy he'd had for a long time...

"YES! YESSSSS!!! I'M FUCKING LUCIE DE VOS!!! YYAAARRRRHHHH!!!!!, NHH, NNHHH!!, NHHH, NNH!!!, NNHH, NHHH, NNHH, NNHH!!!!!..."

The soldier kept grunting while Lucie wailed and shrieked; she previously had no idea she was the object of so violent a desire among her father's troops. A few steps from her, Véronique received two full Congolese cumloads, all steaming in their warm stickiness, deep inside her ass and deep inside her mouth at the exact same time! Both soldiers groaned hard as they let go their spunk!
"YYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHRRRGGGGGGG!!!"
"NNNNNNNNNNNRRRRRRRRRHHHHHH!!!!!!!"


Véronique, tears streaming down her pretty face, had no choice but to swallow almost all the cumload to avoid suffocating; as she did this, she made a strange gurgling sound. Then she caughed and spat out a full dollop of Congo jizz while the soldier exited her and surprised her by launching one last, yet massive shot of jizz smack on her face!

"NOOOOOOOO!!! STOP!!! IT'S TOO MUCH! TOO MUHHCCH... aaahHHaAAAHHAAAAHHHAAAAAAA!!!!!!..."

Véronique was crying and wailing as a new pair of soldiers took possession of her mouth and ass-hole...
"STOP CRYING YOU FUCKING WHITE BITCH! NOW SUCK MY DICK AND SHUT THE FUCK UP!... COME ON NOW! OR ELSE..."

Véronique, remembering the bayonet threat, took the new black dick inside her cum-polluted mouth as she started shaking again from her renewed anal rape; the only relief she got was in the fact that the second rapist's dick slid better inside her cum-flooded butt-hole, yet it was still extremely painful!

She kept screaming and enduring, then she experienced a new layer of humiliation as she heard her father's voice...

"VÉRONIQUE ! OH NON ! MA PAUVRE FILLE !... NON ! ARRÊTEZ ! ARRÊTEZ !..." (VÉRONIQUE! OH NO! MY POOR DAUGHTER!... NO! STOP! STOP THIS!...) Then, Captain Lippens yelped as one of the escorting recruits hit him in the ribs with the butt of his rifle...
"Stop whining you white pig! You had us running to fetch you! Now SHUT UP AND ENJOY THE SHOW! Don't you think your daughter looks beautiful like this? Haven't you any secret fantasy with her? You know... We can arrange something for you if you behave well!"

Véronique's father shut up and watched, sobbing yet fascinated, as the two large Congolese dicks kept drilling her mouth and her ass. Suddenly the trailing soldier groaned and shot his load of cum... He let out another loud grunt of satisfaction as he pulled out of her tight hole and splattered some more jizz onto her firm curvy ass!

Her father began growing a serious hard-on from this sight! A secret voice within him said "Ohhh shit! she's so fucking hot with all that negro cum inside and on her!... And now she's taking the second man inside her mouth while pleasuring his dick with both hands!..." Captain Lippens now had a raging erection as he watched her daughter getting so thoroughly abused!

Then the Congolese soldier screamed his bliss and shot his steaming spunk straight inside Véronique's gullet, forcing her to swallow everything and almost making her puke!

Presently, Colonel Bobozo himself decided it was time to sample Véronique's ass and quickly dropped his trousers! When he penetrated her, he had Véronique screaming in despaired pain...
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!... YOU'RE TOO BIG! TOO BIG! ... NOOOOO PLEASE!!! PLEASE!!!! NO!!!!!! TOO BIG!!!!... TOO BIG.... AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!..."

"SHUT UP WHITE SLUT! THINK OF OUR DEAD BROTHERS! NOW TAKE MY DICK UP YOUR ASS AND ENDURE!!!... NNNNNHHHHRRRR..."


With one vicious hipthrust, Bobozo pushed his cock straight inside Véronique, who screamed like a banshee from the unbearable pain as the black Colonel began pounding her with his mouth wide open and grunting like a wild baboon!

Her father watched his huge pillar going back and forth inside his daughter's ass, with the shocking contrast of dark flesh against pale butt cheeks!

The sounds from the girls and the mother were deafening in the enclosed space!

Colonel Bobozo spared Captain Lippens the unspeakable horror of being forced to fuck his own daughter--- although part of the latter was secretly wanting such an outcome --- and he allowed him to get a piece of Lucie, while Lucie's father was allowed a go at Véronique!

Both white men had a soldier with a pistol to their head to make sure they didn't try something silly. This was hardly needed, as both men were insanely aroused and only thought of relieving themselves inside some young pussy!

Captain Lippens fucked Lucie's vagina from behind and pounded her screaming her name and positively enjoying the ride, forgetting himself and shamelessly voicing his utter satisfaction each time he drilled his dick inside Lucie's amazing tightness! It had been such a long time since he hadn't fucked so young a girl!

Captain De Vos rushed at Véronique like a madman and urgently introduced his dick inside her ass! "AAhhh, le cul de Véronique ! Le cul de Véronique !..." (Ohhh, Véronique's ass! Véronique's ass!) he repeated and kept repeating this as he started ass-raping the teenage girl!

He didn't care how loud she screamed! He didn't care that his wife could see him from the kitchen table while her head relentlessly slid sideways on the tabletop from the force of her own rape!

All he cared about at this moment was his dick gloriously pulsating as Véronique's anal tightness gripped it tight while it kept exploring her in wild copulating piston action! He quickly climaxed and filled the entire room with his loud roar as an epic load of cum powerfully filled her up while his legs went wobbly from the overwhelming orgasm!
"AaaaaOOOOOOooooooooooohhhh!!!!!!... oohhh...Véronique!!!"

A few steps away, Véronique's father had kept looking at Véronique's savage ass-pounding and had kept himself rock-hard by contemplating his daughter's shaking and colliding butt! He presently uttered an unintelligible groan as he felt the massive relief and spurted several hot shots of his fatherly semen inside Miss De Vos!

What a fucking RELIEF! He had been dreaming of fucking Lucie for so long! He now secretly wished he would get to do the same to Anne LeBlanc, Lucie's best friend!

But now the recess was over for the former officers! Colonel ordered his men to strip both men naked, to remind them who was in charge now! Then, they were paraded outside in the alley and hit with rifle butts and ordered to get up and keep walking each time they felled. They were walked back into jail this way.

Inside the De Vos home, Lucie, Véronique, Mrs. De Vos and Pauline would spend hours being "entertained" by the mutinied troops!

Now the word had spread around! Ass-rape was OK! The disciplined soldiers had flipped over their victims and before long, every white-owned house resonated with shrill screams of pain while the Congolese men kept asking the Belgian wives and daughters how high they could sign with a massive brown dick right up their ass!

Like almost all the other Belgian female hostages, Juliette LeBlanc first screamed from the intense anal pain, then gradually became completely numb and half-unconscious as her exhausted body just couldn't cope with this excess of long-enduring brutality...

A few houses away, her sister Anne was spared the anal horror simply because a Sergeant had a serious foot fetish and was a long-enduring stud; he raped her with her dainty little feet on either sides of his head, grinning with all his ivory teeth amid his black face as he banged her and kept making her bed creak for a good half hour, forcing her to orgasm twice, before finally releasing his load and drowning her teenage Belgian pussy with his Congolese seed! The other men, who had found this lovely, tried that same position or forced her to take their dicks inside her mouth... Anne would soon be utterly drowned and covered with their cum!

It was a beautiful abuse! And not much for a revenge when compared to eighty years of brutal colonial rule!

TO BE CONTINUED.

* Note: Sergeant Moïse Loemba, now Captain, was the leader of the platoon that gave an unforgettable thrashing to several Belgian women in front of husbands and fathers when they trapped them on the road and pulled them out of their cars! This story was my first installment of my Congo 1960 series! https://ravishu.com/forums/index.php?topic=49866.0
Title: Re: Mutiny In Thysville! (interracial, black on white w, vaginal and oral)
Post by: To-Get-Her on November 16, 2021, 11:34:27 AM
Having a hard time believing that the females haven't blacked out from all the rape or gone catatonic from all the abuse! Merit to come when the site claims time is up!
Title: Re: Mutiny In Thysville! (interracial, black on white w, vaginal and oral)
Post by: PurgatoryKnight on November 17, 2021, 12:21:45 AM
Having a hard time believing that the females haven't blacked out from all the rape or gone catatonic from all the abuse! Merit to come when the site claims time is up!

This is the danger that comes from allowing outside influence! I wanted to include some ass-pounding defilement, so I wrote this additional round of forced celebrations! Looks like the second half of the black garrison is going to be quite pissed when they'll be back from their guard duty and discovering that their mates have left them with catatonic zombies to vent their lust into! LOL.

But I have one or two ideas to make the last few chapters entertaining!  >:D :angel:
Title: Re: Mutiny In Thysville! (interracial, black on white w, vaginal and oral)
Post by: amandablonde on November 17, 2021, 03:52:25 AM
Good to see you back and a merit from me!
Title: Re: Mutiny In Thysville! (interracial, black on white w, vaginal and oral)
Post by: vile8r on November 17, 2021, 12:50:13 PM
As hot as the scenes were with the black soldiers, my favorites were Captain Lippen and Captain DeVos fucking the white girls and getting off on it! That is the greatest humiliation and betrayal to Lucie and Veronique, the men who should be their protectors are being as animalistic as the blacks.
Title: Re: Mutiny In Thysville! (interracial, black on white w, vaginal and oral)
Post by: PurgatoryKnight on November 18, 2021, 05:09:57 AM
Good to see you back and a merit from me!

Thanks amandablonde!
I couldn't live without you!  :angel:
Title: Re: Mutiny In Thysville! (interracial, black on white w, vaginal and oral)
Post by: PurgatoryKnight on November 18, 2021, 05:13:27 AM
As hot as the scenes were with the black soldiers, my favorites were Captain Lippen and Captain DeVos fucking the white girls and getting off on it! That is the greatest humiliation and betrayal to Lucie and Veronique, the men who should be their protectors are being as animalistic as the blacks.

I love to make surface these dark, secret fantasies of some characters when the context leans itself to it! There are many fathers of teen girls who secretly wish to fuck their daughter's best friend!

Thanks vile8r!
Title: Re: Mutiny In Thysville! (interracial, black on white w, vaginal and oral)
Post by: PurgatoryKnight on November 18, 2021, 05:13:51 AM
At some point, Anne was bobbing her own head by herself, totally cut from any awareness of her surroundings and she was confusedly babbling meaningless words in French or in another language the Congolese men didn't understand a word of -- it was some English words from the song Happy Happy Birthday Baby that she was sometimes repeating in leitmotif amid her senseless head bobbing.

Béatrice, still bent over the kitchen table, had gone half-unconscious as her third-wave rapists dumped their final loads inside her cum-overflowed vagina or asshole.

The men mercifully took both women to the bathrooms; they even helped them wiping their ass, which added a further unspeakable layer of debasement. Anne made a decision to hang herself at the first opportunity, then the thought got lost in her mind’s fog and confusion as she kept balancing her torso like a human pendulum.

It was several minutes before Juliette, Martine and Virginie realized the throng of rapists were finally gone. Like so many of the Belgian women and girls in Camp Hardy, Juliette and Martine and Virginie just lay there, their defiled body, hair and face covered with Congolese drying cum, each of them curled up in foetal position in catatonic state; a lot of them didn't even bother getting up to use the bathroom and remained there amid their own piss.

There was the 10 o'clock P.M. change of guard in Camp Hardy. A complement of 1,200 Congolese soldiers were kept on watch at the ready at all times, to prevent any form of surprise attack or stealthy rescue mission from the Belgian side.

The contented rapists took their stations wearing a proud smirk on their faces. Some even lighted a cigarette in spite of the standing order forbidding it; the small pinpoint of orange light made a perfect target for snipers. Luckily for them, the Belgian troops --- there were now around 800 of them --- left a token 100 soldiers, which included the youngest and the homosexuals, to make the Congolese think the entire battalion was right there, but in reality, all the officers and 700 Belgian troops took their jeeps and trucks and scattered themselves all around the countryside and in the nearby town of Thysville.

All these proud Belgian soldiers, led by the General himself, arrived in villages and in Thysville and started beating up Congolese civilians. Black-owned huts, shacks and houses were raided; the men and teenage sons were beaten up and tied up and then the mothers and elder daughters were brutally stripped out of their ripped clothes by jeering white men keen on sampling an African woman.

Congolese women screamed and wailed not less loud and shrill than white women as the white soldiers exacted their own revenge for what they knew was happening in Camp Hardy!

The youngest and most beautiful women, ages ranging from 18 to 35, were each swarmed by many Belgian troops and/or officers, who took great delight in forcefully entering their dry and protesting vaginas, shouting all sorts of racial slurs while they raped them; other soldiers constantly hit the men with their rifle butts, even when the man was already unconscious. Many Congolese men, mostly elderly men, would die from the repeated blows.

It was hard to tell if the raped Congolese girls and women screamed more for themselves or for their severely beaten husbands, sons and fathers or grandfathers.

Many soldiers also raped Congolese girls in the ass, making them sing high and loud with pain. However, no Belgian soldier ventured his dick inside a Congolese female mouth; they were far too scared of having their pale weiner bitten off... And rightfully so! If a gaze could kill, there wouldn't have been a single Belgian soldier left alive by morning! The raped women looked at them with beastly-fierce eyes amid their pain-distorted dark faces while they were shaken on a bed, on a table or on the floor or ground, head bobbing and breasts jiggling under the male-driven power.

There were some isolated incidents where Belgian soldiers gang-raped European civilians. A wise Captain along with his men went door to door in Thysville, and whenever a non-Belgian European family was found, the father's welcoming expression instantly morphed into one of shock and horror as soldiers stormed his house and started hitting him into submission, and forcing him to tell them where other non-Belgian white families lived, under the false promise of leaving them alone.

Then, the father would be tied up and forced to watch them rape his screaming wife, sometimes along with one or more adult daughters; the women bawled and begged in Dutch, French, Spanish or German as the wicked soldiers took their turns! They were especially nasty to French women, as it is well known that French people have a habit of making fun of Belgians; now the King’s soldiers were having their FUN! Many French wombs were flooded with Belgian cum under the shrieking and protesting women’s roof, the hapless house overlooked by stars, thin clouds and Moon’s Last Quarter.

This Captain knew that for these foreigners, complaining would be a lot more complicated than if they had harmed their own nationals. The General would handle the fury from the various embassies.

The nunnery was raided again, and it was actually the prime target! The General himself led the assault, along with a Colonel and many other officers with over 100 Belgian soldiers! The beautiful, fair-haired abbess, who had been raped the day before, most respectfully welcomed the 55-year-old General, who immediately slapped her hard and told his men that it was "Party Time!"

The gorgeous Abbess along with 15 or 20 most rapeable nuns were selected for the night's entertainment and each and every one of them was thoroughly stripped naked and used by a bunch of lust-crazed Belgian troops and officers until early morning, under the secretly jealous eyes of the older nuns. The young nuns, who had felt deceptively safe with the Belgian troops in their area, learned too late --- once they had plenty of Belgian cum inside and all over them --- that any form of military occupation, no matter what colour of skin, was a threat of rape. Prayers did not help them either.

They also knew that any complaint would fall on deaf ears, as neither the Church nor the Belgian authorities would be willing to believe such a tall tale. In other words, they were royally screwed!

The holy Abbess, who had so civilly welcomed the Belgian Major-General, found herself half-naked, her long wavy golden hair liberated from her pure-white wimple, her freed breasts and pale nipples jiggling between the knife-cut curtains of her destroyed gown top, her pale-cream skin delightfully bright with a golden hue under the convent’s warm lights and against the contrasting white fabric; her alluring pale thighs was constantly brushing against the General’s sides as she was shaken under his relentless pounding, feeling her tight pussy stretched by his hard dick and the other soldiers’ vice-like grip hurting her wrists as her arms were restrained by the jeering men in uniform.

Amid the wild tumult of her gang-rape, she closed her eyes and prayed, asking God for the strength to endure this new plight as the proud and tall General, his mouth wide open with glee and feeling himself 20 years old again, let out a far-echoing roar and blissfully shot several bolts of jizz inside the aristocratic-looking Abbess!

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Soeur Jeanine, a 30-year-old beauty who had been a nun half her life, was a thin brunette who looked remarkably like the famous actress Audrey Hepburn. She was gone on a two-day errand to Thysville with a younger nun aboard a 1953 Volkswagen. This two-day errand had saved the two nuns from the unspeakable ordeal of being gang-raped by Congolese soldiers on the previous night.

A young Lieutenant and four soldiers had spotted them in Thysville. They tailed the two young nuns in their U.S. WW2 jeep as Jeanine drove the Volkswagen back to the convent. Under a dark dusk sky, they reached a secluded spot; the Belgian military driver accelerated and quickly veered to block Jeanine’s way and force her to stop.

Jeanine stepped out of the car, a little irked at the young officer and asked what was going on. He smiled at her, then suddenly grabbed her and forced-kissed her and started to grope her butt while his men ruthlessly pulled out the younger nun out of the car and began ripping her white gown off her, quickly discarding the crucifix she was wearing on her chest! The rosary she wore at her waist also fell to the ground as she screamed and tried to fight off her khaki-uniformed attackers.

The Lieutenant lustfully pulled Jeanine's wimple off her head and her dark hair fell down in long cascading locks that shone against her stopped car's headlights; her hair was truly gorgeous! He looked down at her chest and felt his erection coming right up as he noticed the perky shapes of her breasts, still visible under the heavy white fabric; a dark crucifix hung between them, looking like it was forbidding access, but actually underscoring her feminine charms by the sheer contrast it offered against the pure-white fabric covering her breasts!

The Lieutenant forced her to lie down on the ground and kissed her while stroking her long dark hair and telling her how beautiful she was while she froze and started to weep upon hearing her young cosister's shrill screams as the soldiers were brutally forcing all her nun's garments off her, revealing her youthful female charms that were well hidden beneath all this white fabric.

The young officer wanted to be as gentle as he could, aiming to give her an orgasm if he could help it. He tucked Jeanine's long robe all the way up her legs and directly started caressing her cunt through her panties. Jeanine remained frozen, her brown eyes wide-open in panic, panting heavily but not actively resisting. It was the very first time that a man's hand was touching her there. Without her realizing what she was doing, her hand went up and cupped one of her breasts and she started caressing herself.

Seeing this, the Lieutenant smiled and contemplated her, kissing her again as he kept stroking her cunt through her panties. He thought of ripping open the top of her gown, but it was a thicker fabric that wouldn’t tear as easily as a blouse; besides, he felt it would be extremely arousing and fun to rape her with her top chastely covering her breasts and her crucifix supposedly guarding her heart's virtue on her chest!

Ten yards away, the four soldiers were taking their turns inside the half-naked younger nun, going by order of ranks --- the place was suddenly filled by a shrill scream of pain as the Belgian Sergeant forcefully invaded her virgin's vagina with his eager cock, pounding and pushing his way deeper and deeper with zero concern for the shrieking girl's well-being...

Beyond the unspeakable horror she felt for her raped cosister, Jeanine was more curious than anything else with regards to herself. She was 30 years old and still a virgin. That forced kiss from this handsome officer was actually her first kiss ever. She became a novice at a very young age and had never dated a boy.

She started to whisper a prayer, asking the Lord to keep her from temptation of flesh while the Lieutenant's hand was tossing her panties aside and burying a finger, then two fingers inside her already-wet pussy! She panted hard, bit her lip to repress a moan and whispered “Oh Lord! Guard me from this unholy temptation! Ooaaaahhh... Nooo!!! Please stop!... Stop... Ohhhhh, ohhhh, ohhhhh...

Jeanine panted heavily while the younger nun was getting pounded by the grunting Sergeant ten yards away. The Lieutenant's was finger-stroking her clit and forcing her to start uttering moans she was unable to repress.

Deep within her being, something dark and mysterious was suddenly awake! It felt like a red she-dragon who had been asleep seemingly for ever. Now, this reptilian entity opened her terrible eyes and shouted "HERE I AM! NOW IS MY TIME!!!" Jeanine fervently kept whispering her prayer while moaning... “Lord! Keep me from the temptation! Oaaahh, aaaoohhh, ohhh... ohhhhhhh, ooohhhh, ohh nooo!!!.. oaaahh...

Juices flooded Jeanine's cunt as the Lieutenant kept fingering her womanhood. Then he kissed her again, strongly yet sweetly; she wept for her cosister, but she was beginning to make peace with the fact that her body was quickly morphing into a pure sexual female being who craved this man's touch...

She yelped "NO!!!" as she became aware of the officer tossing her robes further up, all the way up against her hips, discovering her slender legs, silky-soft and spotless-white against the ground, bathed by the car's headlights and overlooked by a dark magenta starry sky.

She whispered another "no!" and realized that this "no" was actually a trick her inner dragon was using to arouse her even more! Then she heard the man unzipping his uniform pants and she felt a powerful jolt of anticipation coursing all over her body, making her breasts swell under her bra beneath her suddenly too-hot garments!

The dragon within herself was so curious of knowing how it’s like! She was barely aware of the Belgian Sergeant groaning loud as he powerfully exploded his load inside the younger wailing nun... Her cosister had just been deflowered. And she was about to herself!

Jeanine yelped loud with both panic and excitement as she felt the officer's hard cock entering her; the Lieutenant was very gentle, knowing she was most likely virgin, a thought that filled him with elation! The fact that she looked very much like actress Audrey Hepburn intensified his arousal tenfold! He adored this svelte brunette! As a teen, he had watched Roman Holiday starring the famous actress; he had been day- and night-dreaming of her ever since!

Very gently, he buried his dick deeper inside Jeanine's virgin-tight vagina, finally making her a true woman. He tenderly kissed her and stroked her dark hair as he started pounding her, whispering her how beautiful she was, telling her he had spent his teenage years dreaming of girls like her.

Jeanine was now moaning and panting hard, her body and soul assaulted by so many new sensations and demons at once! She was no longer praying; she was rocked and raped and pinned under this lad on the Congolese ground while looking far above at the starry sky as he strongly panted against the nape of her delicate neck, his head buried in the forbidden perfumes of her freed hair.

Hearing this 20-something lad using the word "girl" while addressing her gave Jeanine a sense of pride that she immediately asked the Lord to forgive her for while her body kept being gently rocked by the man's steady pounding; she felt his dick rubbing against her inner walls and most of all against her clit. A powerful storm was brewing deep inside her as the officer slowly picked up his speed and started to grunt with his own mounting pleasure...

Jeanine was now all sweaty and panting, feeling an all-powerful sensation growing down there, a similar one to when she discreetly fapped, but quickly becoming far more powerfull than anything she had experienced before. She was now feverishly moaning and kissing the officer back, totally forgetting where she was, and wrapping her naked legs around the officer who was now pounding her hard!

A wild fantasy imposed itself in her mind. She was on a long pirogue, along with this younger nun who was presently whimpering under Belgian dicks, and eight well-built Congolese tribesmen were rowing the pirogue down the river with their powerful ebony arms, chanting some rhythmical tribal song as they did so. Then they came ashore in a secluded spot, and the tall tribemen suddenly grabbed her and the yonger nun!

Jeanine pictured herself in the tribesmen’s wiry-strong clutches as they urgently ripped her gown off and uncovered her God-forbidden nakedness under the African sun! She lost her virginity as each and everyone of these ebony tribesmen raped her with savage abandon using their powerfully large African dicks! She imagined their ebony hands curiously cupping and kneading her suddenly naked breasts! Their feverish dark hands removing her shoes and discovering the dainty feet of a white woman for the very first time while the tribal leader was powerfully ejaculating inside her, his loud scream of utter bliss echoing all through the nearby jungle!

This fantasy playing inside her mind, Jeanine presently made high-pitched whimpers in quick succession as the atomic bomb that had been ticking within her womanhood suddenly detonated!
"aaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!!!"

Jeanine experienced her most powerful orgasm ever! The fact she was being raped on the ground next to her stopped car was no longer a horrific predicament, but more like an erotic setting! Even more erotic was the fact she was raped outdoors in Africa, just like in her wildest fantasies! She revelled in her first man-to-woman orgasm by kissing her lover/rapist and clamping her graceful legs around him as he kept pounding her like a pure-bred stallion! If only she had known... She wasn’t sure she would have become a nun if she had known...

Then she felt him breathing very hard against the nape of her neck as the Lieutenant exhaled a loud groan and his dick powerfully exploded in a sudden rush of hot liquid stickiness that she received with fascination deep inside her womanhood! Her inner red dragon was now taking a deep plunge in this pool of cum as her soul was assaulted by myriads of novel sensations and feelings, the most dominating ones being a sense of guilt, elation and powerlessness...

By the time the Lieutenant had relieved himself inside Jeanine, two of his men had dumped their loads inside the younger maid of God. A third man took his turn, and the fourth man, noticing his officer was finally done, approached Jeanine, who immediately began screaming and protesting as she realized with horror that she was to be shared with the officer's men!

The young, timid Lieutenant couldn't deny the spoil to his men, and besides, he felt that it would be quite arousing to watch this gorgeous nun getting defiled by another man as his own manhood refilled its power.

He even gave an order to that effect...
"Allons ! Déshabillons cette fille de Dieu !" (All right! Let's strip this daughter of God naked!)

Again, upon hearing the word "girl" in reference to her from such a young man's mouth, Jeanine felt pride and elation, for she was already 30 years old and being raped/fucked by two men almost ten years her junior! Ten yards away, the younger nun was whimpering and sobbing under the unstoppable pounding of her third rapist.

Jeanine let the Lieutenant unbuckle her thin belt, discard her rosary and remove her robe all the way, while the other soldier took off her shoes and socks, gleefully discovering her alluring feet! Then the soldier pulled her panties off and contemplated her delicate bush of dark cunt hair! All soaked with the officer's fresh cum!

The Lieutenant felt a massive erection growing right back up into a raging pillar as he feverishly tossed her chest crucifix aside and yanked off her bra while uttering a loud groan of elation! He discovered her pair of amazingly firm breasts! Her hard nipples looked a deep wine-red under the night air, as her milky-pale slender curves were powerfully showcased by her car's headlight!

While the soldier laid himself down over Jeanine after dropping his uniform trousers, the Lieutenant gently held her wrists to keep her delicate arms above her head while tenderly stroking her skin. Realizing the nun wasn't resisting, he began stroking her beautiful black hair as the soldier introduced his dick with a loud groan of contentment and started raping her missionary style with even louder grunts! Raping these nuns was so damned GOOD!

Jeanine whimpered and wept quietly under the steady grunting barrage of her second rape/semi-consensual fuck. She orgasmed again, moaning loud under the African sky while the young officer kept stroking her hair and face and watching her gorgeous breasts quivering from the soldier's repeated hipthrusts.

Her slender legs and dainty feet were mind-boggling to watch as she wrapped them around the grunting soldier and crossed her ankles above his repeatedly flexing butt as she orgasmed again and let out a long, far-sailing moan and groan as her world kept being ripped apart and turned upside down! The Lieutenant felt his dick on the brink of a new explosion! He was crazy with lust and dying to mount her again!

Soon, the soldier uttered a loud grunt and unloaded a massive shot of jism, utterly filling Jeanine up! As soon as the soldier got up to his feet and was out of the way, the Lieutenant did what he had been so impatient to do!

While his four men were now smoking a cigarette and looking at the prostrated and weeping figure of the younger, defiled nun --- the Lieutenant quickly laid himself over Jeanine...

He placed her chest crucifix in her cleavage, between her pale swollen breasts as she panted hard and looked straight into his eyes. Their gazes were already copulating as he impatiently inserted his dick inside her hairy cunt and immediately started to bang her! Ohhh GOD! IT WAS SO FUCKING GOOD!

He gleefully watched her dark crucifix dance between her quivering breasts, her wine-red small nipples erect and dancing atop her delicate moving mounds as he fucked her like a grunting baboon! She now moaned and groaned with unrestrained abandon as she kept playing her pirogue and tribal men fantasy in leitmotif inside her head!

The Lieutenant felt unfathomable elation when she wrapped her legs tightly around him as she powerfully orgasmed and let out another far-echoing salva of high-pitched moans! He kept plowing her, lasting longer due to his previous unloading! She orgasmed again, even more powerfully and noisily than the first time!

The Lieutenant kept watching Jeanine’s head bobbing as they kept looking at each other; her quivering small breasts were so delightful to watch! Ungodly delightful with her dark crucifix resting in the milky-white valley between her wildly moving mounds!

He kept pounding her, looking straight into her eyes! He felt himself falling in love as he copulated like a savage beast! He was starting to wonder if he ever was going to ejaculate when it took him suddenly and with a vengeance! His eyes opened wide with crazy elation as he screamed a loud bliss-charged roar as his dick exploded inside the gorgeous nun!

nnn, nnn, nnh... AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAARRRRRRRRRHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!...

Exhausted, the Lieutenant let himself fall on Jeanine, his weight mostly resting on his elbows, and he kissed her and softly stroked her hair while she herself stroke his own hair after discarding his peak cap. She kissed him back, this time mingling her tongue with his. Oooooohhh... If only she had known...

Aroused by this mind-boggling show, two of his men approached the improbable lovers and announced they were now claiming their share! Surprisingly, Jeanine did not resist; the timid young officer didn’t deny them their playtime; he actually looked forward to watch his men raping her!

The Belgian soldiers ordered Jeanine to turn around and place herself on all fours. She readily obeyed, Eve-naked and offering a mind-boggling show of girly naked splendour while the Sergeant knelt behind her and contemplated the God-forbidden curves of her firm butt, all displayed in her smooth milky paleness, along with the overpowering charms of her legs and feet! He eagerly inserted his cock inside her entrance!

Then he began fucking her doggystyle and felt her body responding to his assaults!

Jeanine's body no longer belonged to herself. The she-dragon had deployed her full wings, AT LAST! AT LONG LAST! She whimpered and moaned loud under the barrage of dickthrusts, while the Lieutenant watched with new arousal stirring down south!

The soldiers had a good laugh from this show of total sexual surrender! These men had a rough upbringing in a less-favored neighbourhood of Brussels, and from the way this nun had walked out of her car, talked and acted, they could tell she was from a privileged family; it was thus very exhilarating for them to see her surrender and willingly become their whore!

While the young officer kept watching Jeanine getting banged on all fours by the Sergeant, two soldiers grabbed the quietly sobbing younger nun, a wonderfully dainty blonde with shoulder-long hair. Her discarded wimple looked like a small patch of unseasonable snow on the Congolese soil.

The soldiers finished stripping her naked. Then, they bent her over the Volkswagen hood and started taking their turns as she wailed and whimpered in pain.

Presently, the Sergeant pounded Jeanine hard, shaking her repeatedly, contemplating her ever-colliding butt and making her entire being shaking along with her jiggling breasts overhanging in their firm girly manner beneath her horizontal torso! Her crucifix hung from her neck and acted like an impromptu pendulum marking the rhythm of this improbable copulating between an Army Sergeant and a nun.

Without warning, the Sergeant groaned loud and his dick blissfully exploded inside her; he let all his cum go deep inside her, revelling in the warmth of his thick ropes of shooting jizz!

He quickly rose back to his feet, stroking her butt one last time before leaving the place to the next soldier, who eagerly knelt down and resumed Jeanine’s all-fours session. He pounded her roughly, making her whimper loud and then she hit a new orgasm and had another fit of high-pitched moans in quick succession as her head kept bobbing and her crucifix kept swinging underneath her like a pendulum!

The soldier soon shot his jism inside her with some sort of low-pitched grunt as he shook her with a last salvo of all-out hipthrusts! Jeanine had to really tense her arms to avoid bolting forward as her rapist discharged the last of his cum.

On the Volkswagen hood, the first soldier was done and the second man was going at it rough; the young nun was slammed and urgently pounded against the car, her blonde hair taking a subtle tinge of silvery light under the soft light of the rising Moon’s Last Quarter.

The Lieutenent once more took his turn on Jeanine. He was so eager to fuck her again! As he knelt down behind her, he feverishly cupped her ungodly smooth butt, feeling her softness and her alluring charms feeding his already-raging erection. She started panting and moaning as she recognized his gentle touch.

He urgently inserted his precumming cock between her offered labia and gleefully started to bang her, taking a firm hold of her slender, yet curvy hips and starting out gently, guiding his dick strokes according to her panting and breathing to know how to best make her moan hard.

Then he began pounding her rougher and rougher still, taking his stride as he delightfully enjoyed her vagina’s thight grip on his throbbing dick! The wonderful softness of her hips firmly yielded under his strong grip as he powerfully drove her butt against his lap and his impaling dick!

As her head shook from the rough pounding, she moaned and groaned while asking the Lord's forgiveness...
“OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! FORGIVE ME! FORGIVE YOUR HUMBLE SERVANT!... ooohh! oooOHHH!! ooOOOHH!!! ... OOOOHHH!!!!!...”

Then she once more whimpered in a quick succession of high-pitched moaning sounds as she powerfully orgasmed, her body utterly overwhelmed and hijacked by her she-dragon and her soul begging God's forgiveness!

At this point, the Lieutenant was frantically pounding Jeanine, grunting and panting like a rutting gorilla as he felt himself passing the magic point of no return, then he screamed his bliss as he powerfully shot a titanic load of spunk!
"NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaa... AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA HHHHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGHHH!!!!!!!!!!!....ooohhhh SISTER!!!!..."

Then he cupped her breasts from behind and the improbable pair let themselves fall sideways on the ground, where Jeanine remained curled up in his arms and resting against him as they both laid on their side.

"I... I'm sorry Sister! It... It was just stronger than me... I... I've never had a woman before... I... I was a virgin!... You know M'am, what I've said was true... I've always dreamt of being with a girl like you... You're so sweet! I really wished... wished we had met in a... better setting... I'm really sorry...I... I think I love you."

He said all that confusedly, while tenderly stroking her hair. He just couldn’t get enough of her! The Lieutenant was in love for the first time of his life.

Jeanine listened to the young man's words, frozen with the enormity of what had just happened, unable to fathom the reality of it, and her true-woman's body filled with novel sensations.... and these men’s cum!

As she laid down on her flank in the Lieutenant’s arms, she watched her younger cosister getting banged on their Volkswagen’s hood. She wondered whether she would be able to remain in the service of the Lord...

Then, for the next couple of hours, she let herself be used again by these four men plus the young handsome officer, in all sorts of positions, at one point kneeling and taking each and every man's dick inside her mouth and accepting their cum that came splattering down on her actress-lovely face! Some of it smeared her crucifix.

The Lieutenant was utterly delighted when he felt Jeanine sealing her lovely mouth around the base of his dick, her face almost against his balls each time she bobbed her head forward, and then moving back and forth while she held it in her dainty hand for added enjoyment. He stroked her wonderful hair as she kept servicing him! Then he shot a full load of jizz and totally enjoyed pulling out and soiling her pretty face!

Jeanine's mind found an argument to justify her whorish behaviour --- while the five men were all over her, her younger cosister was left alone.

The inner she-dragon had taken complete rule over Jeanine's soul! She was these men's sex slave! And a dark part within her self shamefully enjoyed it. God had found a very twisted way to test her faith.

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TO BE CONTINUED.

Note: The rape scene with Jeanine was a long one. That's because I was totally revelling in it. This was my first ever rape scene with nuns and I thoroughly enjoyed it! Remember, it's fantasy!
Title: Re: Mutiny In Thysville! (interracial, black on white w, vaginal and oral)
Post by: vile8r on November 18, 2021, 08:28:57 AM
Raping nuns!  :emot_weird.gif:  HOT!  Great chapter, Histbuff.  Loved you talking too about the Belgian soldiers even targeting other white women, like the French.  Yeah Belgians and French aren't exactly fond of each other even though they're close neighbours.
Title: Re: Mutiny In Thysville! (interracial, black on white w, vaginal and oral)
Post by: To-Get-Her on November 18, 2021, 03:12:46 PM
Really wondering if the Belgium soldiers are going to blame the Congolese of the atrocities they inflicted! Real nice addition of the nuns, should have been their first targets in my opinion! Merit awarded from me!
Title: Re: Mutiny In Thysville! (interracial, black on white w, vaginal and oral)
Post by: PurgatoryKnight on November 21, 2021, 05:38:28 PM
Raping nuns!  :emot_weird.gif:  HOT!  Great chapter, Histbuff.  Loved you talking too about the Belgian soldiers even targeting other white women, like the French.  Yeah Belgians and French aren't exactly fond of each other even though they're close neighbours.

Thanks vile8r!
This was a real fun chapter to write!
Title: Re: Mutiny In Thysville! (interracial, black on white w, vaginal and oral)
Post by: PurgatoryKnight on November 21, 2021, 05:42:08 PM
Really wondering if the Belgium soldiers are going to blame the Congolese of the atrocities they inflicted! Real nice addition of the nuns, should have been their first targets in my opinion! Merit awarded from me!

Thanks To-Get-Her!
The Vatican knew so well the plight of their nuns in Congo that they issued them material to take care of the babies born from the rapes. Later in the sixties, they allowed them to take the pill. This fantasy chapter is grimmly close to what actually happened. I'm actually making the rapists gentler.
Title: Re: Mutiny In Thysville! (interracial, black on white w, vaginal and oral)
Post by: PurgatoryKnight on November 22, 2021, 03:45:14 AM
As the change of guard in Camp Hardy was operated, most of the Congolese soldiers from the released shift quickly went in their barracks or family house to eat supper, while some of them took stations around the sacked and devastated Belgian homes to keep the women from running away. Mates brought them something to eat and drink as they stood a close watch over the alleys and backyards.

Such precautions were hardly needed. Almost all the women were lying on a bed or straight on the floor in a state of utter exhaustion. Many of them hadn't even bothered to put on some new clothes, nor to use the bathroom as they lay naked in a pool of their own piss.

When they found the Belgian women in such a state, the fresh wave of Congolese troops became quite pissed at their mates who had hammered their female captives into such a state, leaving them with catatonic zombies to play with. At that point, many of the black soldiers thought enough was enough and started giving first aid to the most catatonic girls, among whom was Lucie and Anne.

Some soldiers were charitable enough to go out of their way to do a good, albeit belated deed; they brought over their own black wives to help them in taking care of the injured women. The Congolese women had very mixed feelings. Most thought it was the right thing to do and readily helped treating the white women. Some were angry at them for having played with their husbands and their men had to restrain them from further hurting the white women! Others were pissed at their husbands for having behaved like such barbarians in the first place.

Colonel Bobozo and his black officers ordered the troops to make sure no white women died from the abuse, but he did nothing to prohibit further molesting of white women, as this would be a surefire way to really anger the second-wave men, since their first-wave mates had experienced such an incredible rush of fun!

Many of the fresh troops hung around the guards stations and listened to the tale of Anne LeBlanc getting a royal thrashing while pinned on her bed and having her gorgeous-girly legs spread out under each successive soldier who was Africanizing her until she received his full gobs of steaming jizz inside her destroyed European pride and virtue. The tale recapping how she had been so powerfully stripped naked and gang-raped on the kitchen table the day before was another crowd pleaser.

Many also heard the story of a well-known young recruit who had bucked Martine, the music teacher, doggystyle against her own piano! Another very popular tale was Armande who had been made to sexually surrender to her black rapists, orgasming repeatedly, screaming and wrapping her legs around her successive rapists! Then there was Lucie who had gotten mercilessly slammed on an armchair with her butt protruding and raped by the Colonel himself, who was followed by a dozen more soldiers!

"They only got what they deserved!" commented a Sergeant.

As they listened to these tales, the second-wave troops became more and more aroused. Unfortunately, the many-times raped white wives and daughters were in no state to endure any new industrial-scale round of forced sex.

Then somebody had an idea! The previous night, the white doctors in charge of Camp Hardy's hospital had been able to hold off the mutinied troops and shame them into not sacking the hospital. The director had been the most convincing with his powerful rhetorics. Thanks to the courage of this hero who risked his life without showing his own fear and concern, the white nurses had been spared the horror that would become the common lot for all other Belgian women.

Even more heroic was the fact that this head doctor did this knowing full well that his own wife and his 18-year-old daughter --- Pauline --- were left by themselves in the white residential zone of the base and were most likely being gang-raped as he was speaking to the black Major.

This time, when some 200 angry black soldiers headed stormed in Camp Hardy's sickbay, no rhetorics was going to repell their angry charge! The courageous head doctor was beaten down with rifle butts along with every other member of the male personnel while the soldiers went from room to room and grabbed all the white nurses who had been trying to hide in panic. There was also Dr Solange Vernier, the very first female doctor in the Belgian military, who was found and grabbed by the revengeful troops.

Thus, when the more charitable black soldiers and their wives arrived at sickbay while carrying some of the white women in the hope of getting them some humane medical attention, they found the small hospital filled with screams of the nurses being stripped out of their white aprons and uniforms and gang-raped by a great many jeering troops.

Much, much worse... Some of the ran-amok soldiers spotted their mates carrying white women and black wives helping their husbands. They started yelling at their fellow soldiers and shouting them angry words for going "too soft" on the whites. Both parties being armed with rifles, it could have turned really bad. However, no gun fight ensued. The rapists got back into the sacked hospital and the "turned-good blacks" returned home with their wives.

Much to the wives's anger and chagrin, some of the white women were left with the hostile crowd at the hospital, as the "good blacks" were keen on proving that "they haven't gone soft on whites".

Anne thus found herself lying and pinned down on the hallway floor, right alongside her friend Lucie, as both teenage girls were once more gang-hammered by a great many jeering black soldiers. Anne passed out as soldier after soldier gleefully dumped gobs of African jizz inside her... Lucie passed out too.

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Other relatively fresh white women were known to be elsewhere in Camp Hardy.

A full company of Congolese soldiers raided the jailhouse for another round of beating up and humiliating their former officers. They also made for a group of female administrative staff had also been locked there in a different part of the building, after their extensive gang-rapes from the previous day. They had been miraculously forgotten there by the first-shift soldiers, who had only thought of raiding the white residential area.

The company of mutineers all went to their common cell and found the terrified women, who immediately started screaming and bawling as they saw the numerous rape-hungry black soldiers eying them and shouting lewd remarks.

The women had clad themselves back in their uniforms and had been patching up some sense of dignity by covering their defiled and polluted bodies. Their hopes for the negotiations coming to a successful ending with them being released were cruelly smashed into shards of hopeless horror as the grinning black soldiers opened their cell door and roughly grabbed them.

"TAKE THEM TO THEIR OFFICES! IT WILL BE MUCH MORE FUN THIS WAY!... THERE WILL BE MORE ROOM TOO!"

The female staff were thus taken out of their dingy cell --- where they had been crammed naked and charitably provided with food and a change of uniforms come morning time. They were rushed to the administrative offices where they had been working in their usual professional attitude until a few days before.

More black men gathered around them as the young uniformed women were paraded on the street. Once inside the deserted headquarters, the screaming and begging Belgian women were shoved into a large common office room. Typewriters and papers and ink flasks were ruthlessly shoved down the wooden desks before the white female staff were pinned on the desktops of their usual work places by the crazy-aroused soldiers, who immediately began to feverishly undress them!

These women were all young and at least decent-looking. They were all laid down on their desk and surrounded with smiling and jeering faces, the blackness of them being intensified by the show of ivory teeth, as their clothes were most brutally assaulted.

The room became filled with shrill female shrieks and sounds of tearing fabric as the white women's perky assets and charms were brutally and suddenly displayed under their hungry black hands!

"Noooo!!! Stop!!! No! You can't!"
"Bastards!!! You'll be hung for this!!!... NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!..."
"You filthy negroes!!!... Get away from me!!! Don't touch me with your dirty hands!!!... Aaaaaahhhhh, NOOOOO!!!!"
"Shut up, you filthy white slut!"
"Madam! Your services are presently required! You will serve as our common cum dump!"

Uniform jackets and shirts were ripped open and violently discarded as perky breasts suddenly appeared, left quivering and bouncing in shrill screaming whiteness after bras were ruthlessly torn off by jungle-savage hands!

Shoes were forced off dainty feet, pantyhoses were savagely torn off along with the women's khaki uniform skirts! Panties were snatched away and lost amid the jungle of ebony arms while more and more naked hips and cunts danced under the lust-filled African gazes as each woman squirmed, restrained and undressed on a massive wooden desk.

As soon as the women's cunts became exposed and available, the soldiers here and there cracked a joke about the carpet matching the drapes or not, but the main trend among the black mutinied troops was to urgently shove one's hard cock inside the screaming women and start gleefully pounding them as they were restrained on their desks!

The room was now filled with the men's animalistic grunts as they finally had the fresh white women they had been looking for! Their joy was unparallelled as they groaned and grunted and pounded relentlessly their victims, whose shrill screams and whimpers mixed with their jungle grunts! These soldiers had been looking forward to this throughout all their shift of guard duty. They were NOT to be denied their night of FUN!

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Capitaine-commandant LeBlanc had once more been brought out of his cell. He was also taken to the administrative building by a black Major, who had him restrained by two strong soldiers where he was now watching the female administrative staff being put to good use by the mutinied troops.

On a nearby desk, Gilles LeBlanc recognized the communications clerk who had taken his call through Brussels when he had tried to reach his top-brass friends in the Metropolitan capital. She was a very cute light-brown haired young woman, about 25 years old, who looked very much like Martine. "What was her name?" he thought, before it resurfaced in his mind... "Christine!"

He watched in fascination, as Christine let out shrill screams of panic while her khaki uniform jacket was roughly forced open, buttons flying down as another soldier was cutting her belt with a knife, before using the same knife to threaten her into submission while others were yanking her uniform skirt right off her legs and feet. Soldiers quickly untied her shoes before pulling her pantyhoses off as another pair of soldiers utterly destroyed her lighter khaki blouse into wide-open shreds of ruined military dignity.

Gilles LeBlanc grew a raging boner as he saw Christine's white bra underscoring the richness of her cream complexion for a fleeting second before a black hand powerfully yanked it off her chest, displaying a sudden rush of cream-white female charms in the form of her C-sized breasts jiggling as she frantically squirmed under her jeering attackers who surrounded and restrained her like a sheep about to be slaughtered. Her swinging white orbs and dark nipples constantly disappeared under dark brown hands as the soldiers all wanted to feel her off-limits mounds!

Gilles LeBlanc had fantasized about Christine many times before. He simply couldn't help feeling utterly aroused by what he saw. He couldn't have enough of her jiggling orbs of pale flesh in full display between the torn khaki curtains of her ruined uniform blouse! Then his erection grew even further in size and hardness as he witnessed the black troops yanking off her plain white panties and discovering a lush patch of dark hair!

"Hmmmm... The carpet is a tone darker than the drapes! What do you think, Fabrice?" A youthful black future rapist made this lewd comment to an exceptionally tall and well-built Corporal who was taking off his uniform, his ebony muscles coming more and more into full display as he removed his shirt, then his pants.

"Well, the most important isn't the colour of the bush, but the tightness of the cave beneath it!" the experienced Corporal replied as he finished undressing himself.

It had been organically decided that this Corporal Fabrice Kasongo would be the first man inside Christine. He was held as some sort of rape-hero since he came back to Camp Hardy along with Sergeant Loemba's platoon. They had captured and abused several white women and girls over a 12-hour long ordeal. He had told them about a cute, petite brunette by the name of Gabrielle, whom he had very roughly abused with unadulterated delight.

Now, the soldiers restraining half-naked Christine on her desk were all curious to see how Fabrice was going to rape her. And so was Capitaine-commandant Leblanc.

In the large office room, the shrill screams, the jeering and all the other noises combined in a sum of deafening vocal tumult amid ransacking as many soldiers simply threw countless leaves of paper around while shouting their joy in finally getting back at their white oppressors...

Corporal Fabrice was a very predictable rapist, but he was very intense and brutal in the way he took possession of Christine's naked thighs as jeering soldiers were keeping her utterly pinned on the desk with her sleeve-covered arms above her shaking head while she kept begging them to stop.

Fabrice let rest his long, thick veiny shaft of dark tropical splendour on Christine's lush-hairy cunt, fully enjoying the contrasting whiteness of her skin before quickly shoving his cock inside the screaming girl's entrance and forcefully pushing himself farther and farther inside her forbidden depths, uttering loud grunts as he felt her amazing tightness, revelling in her pleading and wailing as he grabbed her thighs and began viciously pounding her.

He forced her body to shake and her head to bob intensely in the arms of her captors, as if she were repeatedly hit by powerful electric discharges! Her light-brown hair kept flowing in tumultuous chestnut-colour waves of complete despair as all the African men around her had a good laugh and an amazing show from her jiggling breasts.

His loud grunts were answered by her horror-filled whimpers.

Her dark nipples danced atop her moving breasts, back and forth, forth and back, while Fabrice was mounting her, each one of his massively brutal hipthrusts marking his complete possession of this white woman! He contemplated her humiliated pair of naked breasts, her nipples being forced to dance seemingly for ever as he pumped his dick and submitted her to his unstoppable pistoning dick, the desk creaking and her body shaken amid the scream- and whimper-filled office room...

Christine's body forced her to moan as it strongly reacted to this brutal invasion. She had experienced something similar the night before, but now it was more intense. With terror and anticipated humiliation, she realized that her rapist kept strongly rubbing her vagina nearer her entrance, where she was most pleasure-sensitive. She became aware that he meant to force her to orgasm.

She bit her lip to refrain her moan as her head kept strongly bobbing along with her wildly shaken body... Fabrice tried to hold himself back, feeling hismelf going too high too quick, but it was already too late. Knowing that there was no turning back at this point, he frantically accelerated his rape pace and presently let out a wild jungle scream of savage echoing bliss as he powerfully shot his massive load!
"NNyyyy... RRRHHHHHHNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHH!!!!!...OOoooooohhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

It was so GOOD! He felt his legs growing weak under him as his dick shot gobs of hot jizz like a powerful cannon inside the white defiled woman, her breasts jiggling between the torn khaki remnants of her uniform, a sight that intensified his insane ejaculation! It perfectly symbolized their victory and the humiliation of their Belgians oppressors!

To properly complete the humiliation, he quickly exited Christine and walked right beside her torso, where he let go one last gob of semen that spilled smack on her left breast; a soldier immediately frictioned the wailing woman's breasts with it, telling her that African semen was awesome for her skin tone!

A second man followed Fabrice inside Christine, and it started all over again for her --- the shaking, the head bobbing, the breasts jiggling, etc., etc.

A few paces away, a 30-year-old colleague of Christine had only her torn blouse left on her back as she was roughly raped bent over by a delighted mutineer while several others eagerly waited their turns.

Her shoulder-length raven hair was wildly dancing along with her urgently bobbing head as her torso slid and shook back and forth on the desktop as her rapist pounded her with unrestricted frenzy!

As he raped her, he kept calling her "salope blanche!" (white slut) while her blindingly white buttocks were constantly colliding against his dark lap. The young woman kept whimpering and half moaning as her ordeal kept relentlessly going, her vagina well stretched and Africanized until the black soldier roared his victory and filled her up with seed!

Then the next man took over and the entire process repeated itself. The white raven-haired beauty had no choice but to endure this ordeal, looking up at the round clock and trying to wrap her weary mind around the unspeakable fact that there were hours upon hours of this hell left for her to endure without any hope of relief. The relief was for her rapists.

Many a rapist screamed "AAAAhhhrrrr... LA SALOPE BLANCHE !!!!" as he shot his bolts of jism inside a Belgian military woman.

Gilles LeBlanc had an insane erection from watching all this pandemonium unfolding in front of his eyes. The two men restraining him were replaced with two dick-contented soldiers, who told him they had raped his daughter Juliette the day before and that she had been a very good fuck! They also heard others say that Anne was even better, and a very talented black-cock sucker! A perfectly cute little Brussels whore! They hoped to be finished with the admins in time to get a crack at her before the morning!

Enraged upon hearing them talking like that about his daughters, he tried to break free and attack them, but they laughed, threw him many punches, then grabbed their unloaded rifles and gave him a few rifle butt strikes to drive some more common sense into him. The white men had lost their position of authority.

Not far off, the Major himself was having a wonderful time, fully naked in his natural ebony display of manliness and fucking doggystyle a young administrative attendent --- now Eve-naked --- that was pinned bent over by other soldiers while the Major was powerfully slamming her with his Africanizing dick, holding her waist and contemplating the powerful display of widening curves that led to her shapely round butt, her full display of girly whiteness enhanced by the Major's midnight-black dick that kept relentlessly pounding her, until he exhaled a powerful groan and finally relieved himself of his accumulated spunk!

Then he turned to Gilles LeBlanc, motioned at the freshly raped girl and said "Come on, Captain! For old time's sake!"

Gilles's head was all dizzy from the rifle butt strikes, but he was so eager to relieve himself and act out that strong fantasy of his that he instead said he'd like to wait for his turn with Christine.

His wish was granted. As soon as the current black rapist was done ejaculating inside a now-passively whimpering Christine, Gilles immediately rushed at her! He saw the surprise and horror, then contempt in her eyes as he unzipped his uniform trousers. Trying to ignore her accusatory gaze of steel, he freed his rock-hard erection, forced himself inside her pussy while grabbing her hips, then he gleefully began to pound her against the creaking desk!

The soldiers watched their former officer powerfully raping a member of his own staff. Christine was quietly whimpering and weeping under the white officer's powerful thrusts of vaginal impalement. At one point, Gilles grabbed her wonderfully small feet and kissed them, before resting her dainty ankles on either shoulders, before taking a firm hold of her thighs and finishing the forced copulation with her gorgeous legs all the way up against him!

She was an amazing fuck! Gilles shamelessly indulged in his realized fantasy as he gleefully watched her head bobbing and her breasts dancing one of mankinds most primitive dances on that desecrated desk of perverted official duties.

As a ring of Congolese onlookers watched and masturbated to the scene, Gilles slowed down his pounding to make his fun last. Once again, his gaze met hers; he felt guilt, but immediately intensified his raping pace, looking at her head of light-brown hair quickly bobbing back and forth as he frantically raped her and worked himself all the way into an unfathomably intense climax!

Then, right before he ejaculated, Christine let out a sudden salvo of loud groans! She was orgasming! Forced into an unwilling climax by her own rebelling body! Moments after this, Capitaine-commandant Gilles LeBlanc screamed like a rutting mountain gorilla as he powerfully climaxed and shot a biblical-scale load of his spunk while looking at the 30-year-old brunette getting slammed from behind on her desk!

He blissfully enjoyed each and everyone of the several bolts of cum that his out-of-control dick shot deep inside her. What a fucking RELIEF!!!! AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!

Several of the Congolese soldiers who had been masturbating while watching the scene couldn't hold it! They came right up at Christine's lying half-naked figure and shot their own loads all over her face, hair and breasts! The same soldier as before frictioned her boobs with the gooey cream and told her again that it was very good for her skin tone, calling her Milady as he did so while many nearby soldiers had a good laugh.

Christine felt like she was dying from the sheer humiliation.


After each Africanized woman had received six or seven Congolese loads of cum, the trend turned to cock-sucking.

"Let's see if our beautiful administrative staff have any talent for polishing our helmets!" exclaimed Captain Loemba, freshly exited out of the 30-year-old brunette and freshly promoted from Sergeant to Captain.

Under threat of being forced to watch their white officer having his dick severed before being decapitated, the 15-odd women hastily complied. They got down on their knees and began to dutifully bob their heads back and forth, sealing their mouths around the large Congolese shafts each was presented with, coating them with their white girl's saliva and holding them in their small Belgian hands... Most women were required to take two dicks at the same time!

Soon enough, the room was filled with grunts and groans of dick-happy Congolese soldiers, who started to groan and roar, eventually shooting their bolts of gooey semen inside the white women's throats or mouths, many of them exiting early so they can watch their gobs of spunk raining down on the pretty faces of these underrated admin attendants!

Gilles LeBlanc made sure he was in line to enjoy Christine's lovely mouth! He remembered her as she was getting his call through; he had discreetly watched her wonderful breast shapes as she was working the telephone console. Her face... So pretty! So young! And her mouth...

Christine looked straight up at him as she opened her mouth; there was horror and contempt in her eyes as she took his dick and began pleasuring it with her tongue and sealed lips. She kept looking up at him with accusating eyes as her head bobbed back and forth and Gilles's pleasure grew along with his sense of guilt.

To escape this growing guilt, Gilles grabbed Christine's chestnut hair and began forcing her head right against his crotch, his dick reaching all the way to her throat. Then he began to face-fuck her in a frenzied pace until he had no other option than screaming like a banshee while plentiful shots of hot semen oozed out of his overwhelmed dick!

He knew this was wrong and evil, but it was so ungodly sweet and insanely GOOD! The relief was so powerful! He had been dreaming of fucking admin personnel for years! Once back in Brussels, he was going to pull strings and climb up the ladder so he will be able to get a taste of high life! He would be a completely different man from now on. On top of having been gang-raped and forced to witness Anne's brutal ordeal, Béatrice had just lost her husband's faithfulness.

TO BE CONTINUED.
Title: Re: Mutiny In Thysville! (interracial, black on white w, vaginal and oral)
Post by: To-Get-Her on November 22, 2021, 12:10:40 PM
Having a really hard time believing that the married black troopers would allow some other black man to gang rape his wife, not when there are guns and knives around!
Title: Re: Mutiny In Thysville! (interracial, black on white w, vaginal and oral)
Post by: PurgatoryKnight on November 22, 2021, 03:17:09 PM
Having a really hard time believing that the married black troopers would allow some other black man to gang rape his wife, not when there are guns and knives around!

This chapter indeed was flawed and I've repaired it. Thanks for pointing this out.
I totally wanted to show the female admin attendants getting their share of Congolese spunk, since women in uniform are a big fantasy of mine. Nuns too are women in uniform, and my last "rapey" chapter will be the mass rapes of the nurse personnel, the only white women that had been spared the first night of horror. Anne and Lucie will (barely) survive, since this is not a story in the Extreme section.
Title: Re: Mutiny In Thysville! (interracial, black on white w, vaginal and oral)
Post by: PurgatoryKnight on November 22, 2021, 06:04:48 PM
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Docteure Solange Vernier was in a room attending a patient when she heard a wild mob roar from the hallway and getting closer. This roar was soon accompanied with shrill screams that she recognized as the voices of nurses she had been working with for three years, that is, ever since she arrived in Camp Hardy as a freshly trained Doctor in May 1957; the very first woman to become a Doctor for the Belgian Army. She had accepted this colonial posting as there was none for her elsewhere.

Dr Vernier quickly went into the hallway and confronted the mass of intruding Congolese soldiers, some of whom were lewdly groping and forced-kissing the nurses they had grabbed while many others catcalled the as-of-yet unscathed women, eye-raping the nurse-hat wearing female staff through their white uniforms.

"WHAT THE DEUCE DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING!!!" she yelled at a Sergeant as soon as she spotted the three chevrons on his sleeve.

"I WILL KINDLY ASK YOU TO LEAVE THE PREMISES AT ONCE! THERE ARE PATIENTS HERE WHO ARE REQUIRING OUR PROFESSIONAL ATTENTION! YOU ARE ALSO KINDLY ASKED TO LEAVE THE NURSES TO THEIR DUTIES!"

Dr Solange Vernier learned that the formal tone she was using didn't do much good, as the Sergeant and many other troops advanced on her ominously, eye-raping her as well with lust in their eyes. She did her best to hide her own fear and repeated her instructions using the same formal tone, as she didn't know which other language to use...

"I SAY YOU WILL LEAVE THE PREMISES AT ONCE! WE ARE MEDICAL STAFF TREATING PATIENTS! OUR DUTIES ARE NOT TO BE INTERFERED WITH. PLEASE, LEAVE AT ONCE!... LEAVE AT ONCE!... LEAVE AT MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMFFFFFHHHHHHHHH..."

She had been cowering back as the black men were advancing on her, their black faces grinning and lighted with a show of proverbial white teeth; then the Sergeant had rushed at her and killed off her formal speech into a muffled sound as he grabbed her and forced kissed her!

Grabbing her black head of hair with one hand to keep her pretty face from recoiling, he continued to forced kissing her and started groping her slender butt through her medic gown using his free hand as troops gathered all around her and cheered for their Sergeant!

"THE WOMAN DOCTOR! THE WOMAN DOCTOR! LET'S FUCK HER!" someone shouted.
"YES! THE SERGEANT GOES FIRST!" another soldier added.

Then the troop started chanting (in French)...
"DU CUL!... DU CUL!... DU CUL!... DU CUL!... ..." (DO HER!... DO HER!... DO HER!... DO HER!... ...)*

Dr Solange Vernier couldn't get the burly Sergeant off her; he kept forced-kissing her as she struggled and felt countless hands starting to explore her perky assets, concentrating on her small breasts and her butt. She was a rather tall woman, 5 ft 7 in., and she had a slim body with a graceful litheness that she had retained from years as a ballet dancer.

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...."

She uttered a strong muffled scream of terror as she felt the throng of Congolese troops lifting her off her feet and rushing her back into her patient's room!

As she tried to wrap her head around the unthinkable fate that life suddenly had in store for her, she wondered which horror would be worst for her, between these men raping her and these men learning her well-kept secret. As men pinned her against the wall and the Sergeant ripped her white blouse wide open, she understood how silly she was to ponder over such trifles, for raping her would imply discovering that she was still a virgin at 28 years old.

"ARRÊTEZ ! ALLEZ-VOUS-EN ! ... ALLEZ-VOUS EN !... NNAAAAAAAAON !!!!..." (STOP! GO AWAY!... GO AWAY... NNAAAAAAAOOO!!!...)

She squealed as she felt her exposed bra being ripped away from her by the Sergeant's dark, powerful hand...

"OOOOHHH! ELLE DE BEAUX PETITS NICHONS, LA DOCTEURE ! AH OUI !! DU VRAI BON LAITEUX, ÇA !!!" (OOOHHH! MADAM DOCTOR HAS SOME NICE LITTLE TITS! OH YEAH! SOME REAL MILKY WHITENESS!!!)

The Sergeant uttered this exclamation as he uncovered Solange's naked A-size breasts, which had small nipples amid small areolas, all pale pink amid small milky-white mounds that still had some male-inviting perkiness.

This was the first time men were seeing her naked breasts. Her body sent juices into her cunt, setting the copulating process in motion; her reproducing instinct was keen on triggering this long-awaited-for process, ignoring her horrified mind, as the Sergeant cupped both her breasts and started squeezing them as he kissed her turning-away face, greatly enjoying her scent and the silky softness of her snow-white skin.

The men's raging jeering voices were deafening in the overpopulated small room! The Sergeant's negro hands on her naked breasts were beyond shocking to the privileged Bruxelloise as her senses became overwhelmed by the men's collective lust, while the strong Sergeant stooped down and started sucking one of her breasts, his hands now quickly moving down her legs, tucking her skirt up to her waist as she froze in terror.

She let out a shrill scream as she felt a strong hand ripping her panties off her cunt, then another hand roughly stroked her bush of pubic hair, then went lower and softer toward her entrance; she bolted under the Sergeant's mighty arms while her body kept responding to the assaults, preparing itself for the upcoming, inevitable rape.

She felt her small breasts swelling and her nipples hardening under the exploring black hands while the Sergeant dropped his pants and soon, she felt something pushing straight at her entrance --- his COCK?!

"NNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! STOP THIS!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOO... PLEASE DON'T... DOOOOOOOOOOOOOON'T!!!!!..."

She could only scream in panic as the big, strong negro violently forced his cock inside her inviolate doctor's breeding hole and unveiled her secret as he had to pull out and coat his dick with a liberal gob of his own spit to smooth things out...
"HÉ LES GARS ! CETTE SALOPE BLANCHE EST UNE VIERGE ! HA ! HA ! HA ! HA !..." (HEY BOYS! THIS WHITE SLUT IS A VIRGIN! HA! HA! HA! HA!)

Then, with this rough lubing, he re-entered Solange and this time, with her own juices helping, he blissfully felt his dick drilling her ungodly tightness deeper and deeper, until he let out a barbaric groan of victory and began pounding her, grabbing and lifting her slender legs against his flanks, and pinning her tightly against the wall, as he plowed her with overwhelming force in quickly repeated thrusts!

Solange started whimpering in high-pitched sounds, tears storming down her beautiful brown eyes as her head bobbed against the wall, her body painfully rocked between the wall and the frenzied Sergeant who was raping her with unrestrained glee, grunting gorilla-loud, while other soldiers restrained her arms and many others cheered on and kept chanting in lewd cheery notes...

"DU CUL!... DU CUL!... DU CUL!... DU CUL!... ..." (DO HER!... DO HER!... DO HER!... DO HER!... ...)*

Very soon, Solange heard the Sergeant exhaling strongly against the nape of her neck, his head buried in her black dishevelled hair, as he let out a forceful roar and she felt a powerful burst of warm gooey stickiness surging in an all-encompassing wave of evil pollution; the Congolese seed utterly flooded her violated womanhood...

Dr Solange Vernier spent the next three or four hours pinned against that wall, in that very same position, as soldier after soldier after soldier relieved himself inside her tight Belgian pussy!

She quickly lost count of the men who shot their loads inside her. She also lost count of how many times this brutal round of forced sex had her orgasming --- very unwillingly --- in the arms of her black rapists. These forced orgasms were oases of unwanted pleasure amid a desert of pain and horror.

In the adjoining rooms as well as right on the hallway floor, her staff of nurses shared a similar fate at the brutal hands of the mass of gone-crazy rapists imposed on the unfortunate white women!

These young nurses had been the only Belgian women left unscathed after the first night of horror, thanks to the miraculous courage and rhethorics of their head doctor, but on that night of July 12th, fate was making them repay their debt!

Word got around that the nurses were being raped. Colonel Bobozo rushed to the hospital and tried to stop his men from abusing the medical staff, knowing that then, all this staff would be pulled away and they'd be left with no doctors nor nurses!

But the second-wave men only jeered at him, reminding him that if he had his own personal load of fun, who was he to deny them! Furthermore, the new black officers had no proper training in command. Thus, they were utterly powerless in stopping the madness and they could only watch their men rushing into the scream-filled hospital in swelling numbers.

The troops were animated with one all-encompassing will --- RAPE ALL THE NURSES!"

However, Colonel Bobozo and the couple of officers he had taken with him found Anne and Lucie, unconscious and kept being raped on the hallway floor. He immediately ordered his men to leave these dying girls alone! The black rapists grew scared upon hearing the dreaded word "dying", the idea of death being hammered home inside their confused thoughts. They cowered back and soon joined the mass of rapists who were drowning the hapless female staff in their collective cum.

This time, the Colonel had been obeyed, and the officers took the unconscious white girls in their arms and quickly left the ransacked hospital to the fury of their out-of-control troops.

In a surreal scene, Colonel Bobozo carried Anne in his own arms --- Anne, whom he had brutally raped himself the day before. A Captain who had raped Lucie only earlier on that same day was walking alongside of him while carrying Lucie!

Colonel Bobozo left Anne with her sobbing mother and went himself to fetch Juliette, who broke down in sobbing tears as she saw the catatonic state Anne was in. The mother and elder daughter cried out even more intensely when the Colonel informed them that the hospital was being sacked and Anne couldn't get the medical attention she needed.

Leaving Juliette crying in her sobbing mother's arms, Colonel Bobozo used the phone at the LeBlancs's to call the Belgian General on the other side of the fence.

A junior officer answered him, in a clearly embarrassed tone, and told him the General was away on a... round of inspection in the countryside... The junior officer was most certainly fresh out of training and probably not one of the brightest ones; it was obvious he was trying to make up a story.

"A ROUND OF INSPECTION? IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT?! THEN, WHO'S IN CHARGE HERE NOW!"

"ME... UGH, WELL, THE MAJOR IS ASLEEP AND..."

"NO FRILLS, LIEUTENANT! Now, tell your men we are going to deliver two Belgian girls who need urgent medical care. You have a field hospital don't you? Our own hospital has been sacked by my own rioting men; this is why I need you, Lieutenant. ... Yes, fine, we'll meet some 50 yards off our gates and we'll have white flags. ... Yes, perfect, thank you Lieutenant. And when your General comes back from his... tour of inspection in the nunnery, tell him I want to meet him immediately... Yes, as soon as he's back!... Now, Lieutenant, see you in five minutes!"

Colonel Bobozo hung up the phone and told Béatrice his daughter Anne was to be transferred to the Belgian troops where she'd be given medical attention.

Very understandably, Béatrice refused to allow the Colonel --- a man who had raped Anne the day before --- to take her dear daughter away, which put the Colonel in dire straits; if he summoned troops to force Anne away from her mother and elder sister, these troops would most likely stay at the house and gang-rape Béatrice and Juliette; if he did nothing, Anne could die.

Juliette understood the situation. She took a step forward and laid a forgiving hand on the Colonel's -- her own first rapist's --- forearm.

"I'll go with her. If you can't be trusted, Colonel, then I'll share my sister's fate!" she said, tears welling in her eyes. Tears were welling in the Colonel's eyes too; he looked away and thought of his own wife, his own daughters.

No further words were spoken between the rapist-Colonel and the white women. Béatrice signed herself; understanding the grave danger Anne was in, she let Juliette go with her younger sister, who was put on a stretcher and taken to the rendez-vous point near the outside gates.

Lucie's own mother insisted to come along with the officers, who called their most trusty men to man Lucie's and Anne's stretchers. It was a most bizarre, unbelievable scene where rapists and victim walked together because young lives were at stake; one of these extreme moments in life that one has to experience to believe, because no one else will.

"Enough is enough!" the Colonel thought as he took a 20-men escort and went to meet the Lieutenant, confident in this young officer's inepty and knowing he wouldn't take it on himself to launch any surprise attack while the General was absent; besides, the General probably went on his own entertainment tour with most of his troops and left only a small contingent under the charge of a junior officer.

Everything happened as the Colonel had said. Lucie and Anne were soon in the Belgian field hospital, where the doctors narrowly saved Anne's life. Lucie was in more stable condition. Juliette remained by Anne's bedside the entire night, never stirring away from the field hospital.

Things had gone too far. Way too far!

Colonel Bobozo was riddled with guilt. He made straight for the administrative building. Ignoring the lewd sounds of a collective rape taking place in the main office room, he climbed up the stairs to the second storey. He went into his office --- the office of his former Colonel only a week ago! He closed the door, sat at the desk, pulled out his loaded pistol and placed it on the mahogany desktop. Tears of shame and guilt were streaming down his dark brown face.

In that main office room downstairs, Gilles LeBlanc was gleefully having his dick sucked by Christine, completely ignoring that his youngest daughter was on the doorstep of death.

TO BE CONTINUED. THE END IS CLOSE AT HAND!

* Some expressions are utterly untranslatable word for word. I do my best to convey the same meaning.
Title: Re: Mutiny In Thysville! (interracial, black on white w, vaginal and oral)
Post by: PurgatoryKnight on November 23, 2021, 07:20:17 AM
The morning of July 13th brought ghosts at dawn.

Ghosts of nurses that had their prides crushed under innumerable Congolese soldiers, their defiled naked bodies covered with drying crusts of negro cum. Ghosts of nuns that felt both defiled and betrayed by their own countrymen. Too many ghastly-looking Belgian women to fit into a descriptive box.

Ghosts of a teenage girl who was rushed to Léopoldville during the night, and was now safe, still unconscious with her elder sister holding her hand and crying. Juliette phoned her mother at 5 A.M. to tell her that "Anne was OK". She wasn't OK, and probably would never be OK again, but Juliette couldn't bring herself to tell her mother how close they had been to lose Anne.

There was another ghost in the Colonel's office. And a 9-mm pistol lying on the mahogany desktop near papers, in front of a motionless human figure.


As soon as he was back from the nunnery, the Belgian General was informed that Camp Hardy's commander wanted to end the negotiations right away and that all Belgian families would be released at 7 A.M. Camp Hardy's commander was counting on the General's good faith for a pacific resolution.

Given the fact that there were 3,000 Congolese soldiers in Camp Hardy and given the heavy criticism the Belgian Army were under at the United Nations, the General would be quite stupid and moronic to launch an offensive action that would cause needless bloodsheld and probably herald the doom of his career.

On the contrary, accepting a pacific resolution and bringing back all the freed hostages to Léopoldville would make the General look good. However, that General had been given a yellow envelope labelled "SECRET" on Capitaine-commandant LeBlanc's own instructions.

Oddly enough, the General had received a direct call from the Headquarters in Brussels informing him that Capitaine-commandant LeBlanc had been designated to remain in Camp Hardy as an observer, to make sure no needless hostile action would be taken. The call was from Général Hervieux Merteens, Chief of Staff of the Belgian Armed Forces.

Finally, Capitaine-commandant Gilles LeBlanc had been able to reach his friend, Lieutenant-général Alexandre du Boys-Joly-Sainte-Croix, who had put him through to High Command. As soon as he had been freed from jail, around 5 A.M., and had learned from his wife the state Anne was in, his thoughts of revenge had gone first to Colonel Bobozo, then to the moronic General and the trigger-happy Admiral who had been the root cause of all this horror.

He had asked to make an urgent call to Brussels. Much to his surprise, he had found full cooperation from Colonel Bobozo, after a strange, surreal conversation they had had in the Colonel's office.

The Colonel had first shown Gilles the pistol lying on the desk, telling him he hadn't been strong enough to pull the trigger himself and asking him to do it for him.

Gilles had grabbed the pistol and had felt strongly tempted to do this, remembering how the Colonel had raped Anne right in front of him. But it was also this same Colonel who had brought back Anne to her mother and then taken her to the Belgians so she could receive the care she needed. In other words, he had raped her, but had also saved her life.

He made up his mind.

He quickly unloaded the pistol, not forgetting to eject the bullet from the firing chamber, then he put the weapon back down and said there had been enough hate as it was, and besides, he needed the Colonel to do something for him...

Thus, near 7 A.M., Capitaine-commandant LeBlanc and several other officers, both white and black, stood by as Colonel Bobozo shook hands with Général-major Albert Ledu, after handing him the mysterious yellow 8 x 11 envelope, sealed and to be opened by no one else but the Général-major.


At last, at long last, the hostages were free to walk out of Camp Hardy. Most women could barely walk; many were carried on stretchers --- Dre Solange Vernier and all the nurses were among them.

Some women and girls were crying, but most were a long way beyond tears, walking in a half sleep like ghastly spectres under Africa's bright sun, many of them still wearing torn clothes. The husbands and brothers were carrying whatever luggage the families were taking with them to Brussels --- not much!

Capitaine-commandant was of course given a half day of leave to accompany his family to Léopoldville and see his younger daughter at the hospital. He was dutifully carrying Anne's musical records in his luggage. He would then immediately be taken back to Camp Hardy as required by his duties of observer extraordinaire.

When Major Gilles LeBlanc was back, the General knew for a fact that Brussels's top brass was all the way behind him. The new Major had his promotion confirmed when in Léopoldville, by High Command with a word of congratulations from his friend, the count and Lieutenant-général. Now he was starting pulling strings.

Major LeBlanc met and interrogated the Sub-Lieutenant who had been left behind with a small token force while the General and most of the battalion had been gone in the countryside for a night of "inspection". He learned enough to suspect the worst. He drove to the nunnery and then he learned enough to terminate the General's career.

Three days later, several M.P.s showed up at the General's office in Léopoldville; Général-major Albert Delu was arrested for abusive authority and war crimes. In his own office, a yellow envelope was found; it contained photographs of nude Belgian women and girls that were identified as wives and daughters that had been held hostage in Camp Hardy between July 11th and July 13th.

Major LeBlanc, wearing his very best uniform, went himself to visit the General in jail. The broken General was told by his former subordinate that now he would know how it feels to be in jail and powerless, except that no one was going to beat him up in his cell and his wife and family were all safe in Belgium!

Major LeBlanc would have accepted a demotion to Captain, only to see the General's face when he first recognized him! Of course, the General was sans uniform on that priceless occasion.

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In New York, the United Nations had word of the atrocities that had been committed by the Belgian military. It was voted that all Belgian troops would be pulled back from Congo and replaced by U.N. Blue Helmets. The first neutral Peacekeeper unit arrived in Congo on July 16th. Brussels obeyed reluctantly; they had no choice.

When the story of Camp Hardy's mutiny hit the newspapers, the entire civilized world was shocked and horrified by this tale of white Belgian women getting gang-raped by mutinied negro soldiers. Many people, men and women, would masturbate over this tale, secretly of course.

Officially, newspapers hovered around about 200 white women raped all over Congo. The actual numbers would never be known, as countless horror stories would be buried forever in the minds of beyond-shamed victims, who would go on to patch up their lives and never speak of it again.

In the newspaper, all over Europe and America, there was not a single mention of Belgian soldiers committing atrocities. It was all blamed on the new Congolese authorities.

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In Monte-Carlo, the most famous British secret agent was on vacation/undercover. In the morning of July 14th, he sat for breakfast, clad in a spotless dressing gown, in a hotel room decorated with style and élan, where everything down to the smallest object was a testimony of class and good taste.

He quickly read the story in the morning newspaper, and let out a loud comment...

"SHOCKING. POSITIVELY SHOCKING."

"What is so shocking, James?" said the enchanting voice of the famous Irish singer and actress who was sharing his room; a gorgeous, fascinating woman with fiery red hair.


EPILOGUE

Anne LeBlanc was out of hospital in Brussels. She stayed all day long in her room, sitting with crossed legs in front of her record player, balancing her torso back and forth like a pendulum while she listened to the same records day in, day out. Whenever she was taken from the room, she immediately screamed in panic. The only way to keep her calm was to let her be in her room.

Only her mother was able to gently take her to the bathroom. She ate all her meals on her room floor. Both her parents felt she would be better off staying with them at home, surrounded with familiar people. If taking her out of her room was a surefire way to make her scream in panic, taking her out of the house was even worse.

She felt slightly better when Juliette was there to hold her hand. Her father also bought a kitten for her; stroking the purring small animal's white fur did some good. As months passed, the kitten grew into a cat that strongly bonded with Anne. About a year after her horrific ordeal, Anne walked out of her room by herself for the first time; she was playing with her cat.

Juliette had been recovering astonishingly fast. When she had laid a forgiving hand on Colonel Bobozo's forearm, she had felt a surprising sense of peace deep within herself. She had decided to let go and accept that this was what life had had in store for her, which proved unspeakably hard on many days. She prefered to take it as something she had survived stronger from, instead of viewing herself as a "broken victim".

Juliette had told her boyfriend what had happened to her, only to see him look at her with sheer disgust, as if she had been infected with bubonic plague. She never saw him again.

She was fortunate enough to NOT become pregnant, unlike many Camp Hardy women and girls who had shared her fate. Anne's injuries had been so severe and extensive that she would never be able to bear a child. Her parents hadn't told her this yet. Béatrice was completely devastated. She herself had become pregnant and underwent abortion.

Lucie had the same misfortune, and her abortion had left her with an injury that got infected and nearly killed her. Lucie would share Anne's barenness. Her fiancé left her as soon as he learned about her misfortune. It is when things go bad that one knows who loves and who does not.

Lucie didn't rally the way Juliette did. Her fiancé leaving her completely broke her heart. Not being ever able to marry and have children did the rest. On April 22nd 1961, her mother found her in the basement of their home near Ghent; she had hung herself. Other Belgian female victims from Camp Hardy, and sometimes their husbands or brothers, would also take their life over the next couple of years or decades.

The LeBlancs, Lippens and other fellow officers of Captain De Vos attended Lucie's funeral along with their families. It was difficult for Major Gilles LeBlanc to face Lucie's parents; he had partook in Lucie's gang-rape, unwillingly at first, but ended up gleefully pounding her and dumping his load inside her violated womanhood. Captain Lippens didn't fare better. It was perhaps far worse for Captain De Vos, since he had raped Véronique Lippens, and had to face her as the 19-year-old girl offered him her condoleances; he could tell, from the uneasy look in her eyes, that she recognized him as one of her rapists.

Véronique and Gilles LeBlanc tried not to gaze too much at each other. They shared a secret.

Two months later, Lucie's mother shot herself and was buried next to her daughter. Captain De Vos found himself alone in his new home, and it proved too much to handle. He refused Major LeBlanc's offer to take a position in High Command and shot himself, joining the rest of his family in the graveyard. That house near Ghent is said to be haunted.

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Martine gave birth to a brown girl and earned a living in Ghent by giving piano lessons, but she had much fewer pupils after the birth of her "shameful child". No white man would marry her; she took black lovers, like Virginie, who shared her apartment just like she had done in Congo. Virginie had not become pregnant, so she was able to secure a teaching position in Ghent. Virginie earned enough for the two of them. They didn't mind shallow people calling them "negro sluts" behind their back; they were trying to be happy against all odds.

Juliette often came to visit them. She surprised herself when she found she was still curious about discovering love and affection in the arms of a black man. She thought she'd be scared by them, but everything had changed from the moment her hand had touched Colonel Bobozo, when she decided to forgive her rapist.

She started to come to church often and prayed for the souls of all people who had been exposed to unspeakable evil. There, she met a young man, a black man whose parents had migrated from Congo shortly after the War. This man also came often, to pray for his older brother who had died in a plane crash two years earlier, when he had been travelling accross United States. Juliette told him about Anne's passion for American music.

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Brussels. December 1960.

Of a tranquill afternoon, Major LeBlanc was sitting in his large office in High Command, working through a pile of papers to approve and sign. There was a knock on the door. His secretary announced that a Véronique Lippens wanted to see him for a private matter. The name was familiar. Very familiar in fact.

"Yes. Bring her in!" he told the secretary.

As soon as Véronique walked into his office, Gilles recognized her. He remembered perfectly the moment she had been gazing at him while he was gleefully raping Lucie... So many scenes he had witnessed with secret enjoyment! So many evil things he had done with open enjoyment! Perhaps these things had been so incredibly enjoyable because they were evil! As he looked at Véronique's dreamy brown eyes and contemplated her long shiny black hair of straight locks, he replayed the scene in his mind...

   ... Véronique was looking straight at him as she kept bobbing her head and mouth along yet another Congolese dark shaft... Her eyes never left his, as she kept doing her mouth work with the soldier stroking her beer-soaked hair. Then she stopped sucking his hard dick and said something. The soldier nodded in agreement.
     
       She laid down on the ground and the soldier took her missionary style. She kept looking straight at Gilles while she was getting fucked on the ground, wrapping her wonderful legs around the overjoyed soldier.
     
       Gilles kept looking at Véronique as he intensified his pounding inside wailing Lucie; Véronique kept her eyes locked on his amid the wild bobbing and shaking motions of her own rape in progress... Her legs! Her wonderful feet! Oh God...


No words were spoken between the two of them. She was looking at him the same way she had been looking straight at him while she was getting fucked on the grounds and wrapping her legs around the Congolese soldier who was pounding her with powerful hipthrusts!

Major LeBlanc rose up from his office seat and quickly walked over to Véronique, and began passionately kissing her. She kissed her back feverishly, her dainty hands frantically coursing through his back. He had never felt so intense a desire in any woman, barring perhaps young Béatrice the first time they had sex, which was two weeks before their wedding.

She wrapped her wonderful legs around his uniformed loins as she intensified her kissing, capturing him by clamping her limbs all around him. As he kissed her back, he supported her entire weight and walked over to his office door, which he locked carefully. In High Command's headquarters, all secretaries knew all too well what the sound of a locking office door signified. They would NOT be disturbed.

They had incredibly intense sex, Véronique playing her strongest rape fantasy in her mind, while Gilles was always picturing her getting raped by the Congolese soldier and wrapping her alluring legs around him; he gave Véronique what she wanted --- both his dick and his love.

Needless to say, he fucked her missionary style on the office's burgundy carpeted floor, becoming crazy with arousal as he felt her legs wrapped around him and pounding her senseless, mounting her like a mythical centaur and hearing her loosing her sense of space and time as she strongly orgasmed in his arms, then powerfully unloading his cum and enjoying every bit of this blissful relief!

Then he spent the next two hours caressing her and kissing her everywhere, giving lots of attention to her lovely feet, before making love again and giving her a second rush of powerful happiness in his arms.

They had many other such encounters and had all the leisure to enjoy many different positions, to explore the different parts of the office's classy furniture and most of all, to enjoy how comfortable the carpeted floor truly was for their naked bodies.

Nothing would ever be the same again, for the better and for the worst... Sometimes for both better and worst tightly intertwinded together in the heat of passion --- a passion born in Africa, consummated in a carpeted office in Brussels.

THE END.

Note: The cameo with the British secret agent and the red-haired actress was a tribute to a member of my other site, who was once here too! He was the first who gave me enough self-belief in my writing skills to stop relying on pictures mid-chapter!
Title: Re: Mutiny In Thysville! (interracial, black on white w, vaginal and oral)
Post by: To-Get-Her on November 23, 2021, 10:45:56 AM
A logical ending but would be even more believable if some of the females took their own lives rather than accept the shame of being raped! Merit Award from me!
Title: Re: Mutiny In Thysville! (interracial, black on white w, vaginal and oral)
Post by: PurgatoryKnight on November 28, 2021, 02:50:05 AM
A logical ending but would be even more believable if some of the females took their own lives rather than accept the shame of being raped! Merit Award from me!

Thanks To-Get-Her!
I know some actual rape survivors read these stories, and I tend to think of them and write optimistic endings. Here, at least, I do so for Juliette, Martine and Virginie.