Sex Stories – Extreme Porn Stories – XXX Stories
This is an offshoot from a chapter in my Indian Sex Club Chp 16. It can be read and enjoyed as a stand-alone story, but background character depth will be found by reading the Indian sex Club stories Chp 14, 15 and 16 and the other stories in this series.
Peninah awoke. She was still groggy and disorientated. Memories slowly came back to her. Pictures flashed into her mind of her capture in the taxi, her fiancée Kamau’s betrayal, different parts of her prolonged gang rape by the Sudanese. The last memory was a middle-aged Sudanese woman approaching and offering her a drink. Her used body ached all over and despite her efforts, her limbs seemed incapable of movement. Her eyes had trouble focusing but slowly discerned a TV flickering in a corner. Gradually her eyes made out the picture.
Despite her traditional East African upbringing and abhorrence of Lesbianism, she couldn’t take her eyes off the screen. Fascinated, she watched as three ebony women explored another woman’s body, watching the victim’s increasingly aroused reactions as the women tongue kissed the naked woman, as her tits were caressed and sucked, as her cunt was worked over until her body jerked as an orgasm took control. Time passed as she watched the woman climax again and again.
Engrossed she watched the screen as two of the group draped the woman over an armchair and held her prone while a third eased a strap-on into the woman from behind and proceeded to fuck her. The victim somehow looked vaguely familiar and Peninah concentrated trying to break the haze of her mind and recall where she had seen the young, solid-bodied, small titted Kenyan woman now being fucked on-screen by one of the three women. Suddenly everything clicked and she screamed. The woman looked familiar because she saw her every day in the mirror. It was herself and the group were all Sudanese woman with one of them being the woman who had given her a drink after her gang bang ordeal.
At the sound of her scream two Sudanese women, Nyadol and Makur entered the room. Nyadol, the mother of Mabior who led the gang rape, was somewhere in her mid-forties until you looked at the eyes. Then she looked sixty. Those eyes had seen everything. She was taller than the 25-year-old Peninah and had thin bird-like legs, a prominent arse that protruded like a camel’s hump, a largish belly and flopping tits. Her skin was almost black and her round face with its dark prominent protruding lips was topped with short almost crew-cut like hair. Her youngest daughter, Makur, was 19, short at 5 ft 2, solid and thick and almost ebony black like her mother. She was 130 pounds, with a 38D 36 42-inch figure and her hair was not cut short as was Nyadol’s and was braided in long strands.
Peninah tried to move but her body betrayed her, and the 2 Sudanese women easily restrained her. “Enjoy the TV show, bitch, Nyadol sneered. “Pity you don’t remember it.”
More fragments came back to Peninah. “You were watching at the rape. You gave me a drink after it was over then…” her voice trailed off as her recollections ended.
“Slow learner. Unfortunately for you, yours had Rohypnol in it and it appeared to affect you quickly and strongly,” Nyadol gloated, “but being God-fearing Christians we couldn’t leave you there so we brought you to my other daughter Dabor’s room away from the men. You can see her now on the TV video watching Makur pushing eight inches of rubber into you.”
Peninah remembered what she had seen on the TV news. Rohypnol, the ultimate date rape drug which rendered the victim unconscious but responsive with little or no memory of what happens while the drug is active in their system. The drugs also make the victim act without inhibition, often in a sexual or physically affectionate way. Like most drugs, date rape drugs render a person incapable of thinking clearly or of making an appropriate decision. This makes for a very passive victim; one who is still able to play a role in what is happening but who will have no clear memory of what happened after-the-fact.