Air ******* Wife in Trouble – I
It was now a month since the reassignment of Capt. Bruce O'brien and his entire squadron, a standard rotation of various units around the globe. Colonel Bruce Simpson hoped that the new squadron assigned to the base would be as productive as the one it was replacing. It was not that Capt. O'brien would be difficult to replace. However, Capt. O'brien's beautiful wife, the lovely Mrs. Lauren O'brien certainly would be with the families of military personnel naturally making the move along with them.
Thinking back over the past eight months or so, Col. Simpson thought of the many hot times that he had with the captain's beautiful young wife. 'She was so pure and innocent until she fell into the clutches of Raheem, the white slave trader!' he reflected. 'God, I can still hear her screaming when I raped her cherry white ass! Sure glad the captain's plane was right overhead when coming in for a landing. Otherwise, she would have been heard a block away!' he mused.
Anyway, he rationalized 'It's for the best that she's leaving at this point, especially the way she's showing at five months pregnant!' Col. Simpson laughed, wishing he could see Capt. Obrien's face when he sees his newborn, realizing that his 'faithful' young wife was obviously knocked up, and it would be obvious that the captain was not the ******* of her baby. He wondered if he or Raheem had done the nasty deed. He laughed, thinking that just perhaps it had been one of Raheem's lowly workers that had done the honor.
The colonel made it a point to greet each and every one of the arriving personnel to the base, along with their families. But such action had an underlying motive, as the devious colonel was on the prowl for some fresh white meat. Had there been any indication of the devious colonel's intention, along with the hushed-hushed white slavery trade in the region, the incoming personnel would definitely have left their spouses at home in the states.
Meeting the first dozen or so pilots and their families, Col. Simpson was rather disappointed in what he saw. 'Fuck, those bitches that arrived with them all had a ton of ******* and looked well worn!' he cussed under his breath. '*******, couldn't get a twitch outta my dick in looking at those hags! Guess I'm just going to need to use my leave and go to a place with a decent whore house!' he silently cursed.
Driving down the street where most of the new squadron members would be housed, Col. Simpson observed a van being unloaded at one house. Looking at the address, he checked his logbook and found that it would be the residence of Lt. Miles Hanson and his wife, Ann. The log indicated the Hanson's had no children. Apparently it was the van loaded with household goods from the first cargo plane that had arrived a day ago. He got out of his car to introduce himself and welcome them to the base.
As he got out of his car and passed the back of the van, he observed someone struggling with a rather awkwardly shaped box. Grabbing the box to steady it, he then heard a beautiful voice say "Ohhh, thank you so much!" As he helped set the box on the ground, the woman on the other side of the box lifted her head up after setting her end of the box down. He thought he had died and gone to heaven at the sight of the beautiful blonde that now looked up at him. 'God, she looks like an fucking angel!' he thought.
Mrs. Ann Hanson gasped as she thought it was one of the movers that had come to assist her. She had learned to recognize the various symbols of the officers on a rather crash course basis, having just married her college sweetheart. She realized that this officer before her was at the rank of colonel and she began to stammer a bit. "Th ….thank you! I……I didn't mean for you to dirty yourself ………!" she sputtered, turning flush in her embarrassment.
Col. Simpson grinned widely and extended his hand to her, commenting "Don't be silly! It was my pleasure!" His cock twitched in his pants as she extended her soft petite hand in response. 'God, I just got to get into this sweetie's tight little panties!' he told himself. "Greetings! I'm Col. Simpson, the acting base commander! I just wanted to welcome you to the base!" he said charmingly. He finally ****** himself to let go of her lovely manicured hand, though wishing he could have drawn that lovely hand down to his throbbing bulge.
"Pl …….please excuse the way I'm dressed, Col. Simpson!" she stammered, referring to the blouse and shorts that she had on along with a pair of tennis shoes. He just laughed and responded "Nonsense! You're quite appropriately dressed for the chore of moving into your new home on base!" He really wanted to tell her what was going on in his mind, to tell her 'The only way I want to see you dressed from here now is without a stitch at all!' Then he advised her that if she had anything she was interested in, both on and off the base, he'd be happy to fill her in as to where she could find it.
Just then, Lt. Hanson came out of the house to assist in getting the van unloaded. The colonel would rather have continued talking to the lovely young wife instead but he had to show his professionalism. With the introductions made, the lovely Mrs. Hanson excused herself to take a box into the house. As he talked to the young officer, he could not take his eyes off the sweet little thing as she walked in the background towards the house. He chatted with the young officer, trying to put him at ease, telling him it was not an official call and to relax.
Col. Simpson got the young officer to relax and converse freely and in doing so, the devious colonel learned some very interesting things, facts that made him want to possess the innocent Mrs. Ann Hanson even more. The colonel learned that Lt. Hanson was fresh from the academy, where he had earned his wings, assigned to the squadron just six months ago. He also learned that the young couple had been married just under a year and that the young officer had convinced his lovely wife to leave her job as a stewardess on a national airline for a bit, anyway, at least until they returned to the states. He listened as the young officer relaxed further and let him in on his intentions "Well, sir, now that we're here for the next nine months, I'm going to do my best to convince Ann that we should start our family right away! When we leave here, I'm hoping that Ann will be in the family way! Then she may change her mind of going back to flying!"
As Col. Simpson waved goodbye to the busy young couple, he sat in his car pretending to look at his log. But his eyes were glued to the long sexy legs of the lovely beauty as she walked to and from the van. With her looks and beauty, he surmised that the other stewardesses of the airline felt relieved at her departure. 'So the lieutenant wants his lovely wife to knocked-up when they head on back to the states, huh!' he mused. "Well, Lt. Hanson, when you're scheduled to rotate back in nine months, your pretty little wife will definitely be pregnant! I assure you of that! Yes, sir, Lt. Hanson! I'm personally going to see to it that your beautiful little wife goes back to the states with her tiny belly bulging with a little black baby!" he muttered aloud.
At the end of the day, having completed meeting with all the incoming personnel and their families, Col. Simpson could only focus his mind on the lovely Mrs. Ann Hanson. Closing his eyes and rubbing his aching cock, he pictured the long legged beauty in his mind. It was now a matter of finding out her habits, where she frequented and what type of things she was interested in. With Raheem's business flourishing at the locations inside the non-restricted area, he knew that Raheem would gladly do his bidding in exchange for a safe haven rather than facing the prospect of his business being shut down.
Over the next two weeks, the lecherous colonel did not get to see much of the lovely wife of Lt. Hanson. Apparently she was busy getting the home set up to her liking. He did see her twice on her way to the commissary and followed her at a distance. But then she happened to meet up with another officer's wife and all he could do was to bid them a friendly 'hello'. The second time didn't pan out much better due to the crowd that happened to be there at the time, making it inappropriate to talk very much with her.
The next week, the horny colonel got the chance that he had been looking for, an opportunity to talk a bit with the lovely young wife. She had been on her way to the officers club to meet her husband after he returned from a training flight. As the flight had a slight delay due to the weather out at sea, he managed to chat with her a bit. Inquiring if could direct her to any type of merchandise within the non-restricted area, he'd be more than happy to direct her. When she told him that she was interested in the fabulous Persian rugs that this region was noted for. He smiled, got out one of his cards, then wrote the name of a shop on the back of it along with a diagram on getting there. He told her "Show the shop owner my card and he'll give you and your husband a hefty discounted without you having to bargain for it! Also he'll deliver it to the base for you!"
"Thank you so much! This will really help since I'm not much on bargaining with merchants! Maybe I'll get better at it with time. My husband's not one to do much shopping and more of a hindrance, if you know what I mean. I think I'll sneak out there on Friday, when he goes out on the three day training mission. Upon hearing her response, Col. Simpson swallowed in anticipation, his cock throbbing in the tight confines of his pants. With this valuable information, he could now put a plan into action.
From the privacy of his office, Col. Simpson smiled widely as he watched the squadron of planes take off from the air base. "Have a nice flight, Lt. Hanson! Don't worry about your pretty little wife, I'll personally see to it that she's well taken care of! Your sweet little honey will soon be spreading her long sexy legs for a 'real man'!" he muttered loudly. With his high powered binoculars, he kept a look out for the Hanson's car, waiting for her arrival to park near the front gate. Due to the crowded streets, all cars had to remain on base at all times, with parking available near the gate. From there, the base personnel were allowed to walk about outside the base or ride the rundown taxis in the city. Everyone venturing out into the city was given a map to keep them from going into the restricted area.
Making the phone call to Raheem, he advised him to be on the alert and that he'd call back as soon as his prey was about to exit the main gate. Raheem assured him that everything was in order and just as he had instructed in his call the other day. Then Col. Simpson advised the major assisting him that he'd be taking off a bit, leaving the major in charge of the base for the day. Seeing a vehicle approaching from far off, he got his binoculars up to confirm it indeed was the Hanson's blue SUV.
Getting back on the phone to Raheem, binoculars in hand, he began to relay the information. Col. Simpson licked his lips at the sight of the sexy little beauty, telling Raheem "She's got long golden hair! She's wearing a white blouse, light orange skirt, and white heels! Get your guy ready to follow her - she's just leaving the gate now! Okay, I'll see you soon!"
Ann had come out to the non-restricted area once with her husband but he was so boring to go shopping with. She really wanted to surprise him with an elegant Persian rug fur their living room floor, to show him how good she was at housekeeping and decorating a home. 'Thank goodness the base commander was so nice and helpful! Sure hope his card works to give me a good discount off the price, along with the rug being delivered to the base!' she thought to herself. Having been out only once, she was glad that the colonel had drawn a diagram on how to get there.
Almost to the destination, as indicted on the diagram, Ann looked about at some items that were openly displayed on makeshift tables. Looking at the diagram, she told herself 'Just down this alley, then it should be off to the left!' She expected the stares she was getting from the native population, knowing that they did not see too many white visitors, especially women. She began making her way between the many merchants and their goods, trying to find the Persian rug shop.
Nearing the end of the alley, Ann glanced over at a woven basket, then everything went totally black. Opening her eyes again, she was unaware of what had taken place. All she could remember last was walking down the alley. Frightened, she wondered how much time had lapsed since then. Panic set in when she realized that her arms and legs were tied securely. Struggling against her binding, she found it would not budge. From the softness beneath her, she could only surmise that she was being held captive on a bed.
"Help! Help!" she screamed constantly but it everything remained totally quiet. Her breathing was quite labored as fear set in.
Five minutes later, Ann saw a dimly flickering light growing larger as it neared her. "Help! Help me, please!" she cried out. Still there was no response at all. Then, from the dim lighting, she could see that it was a veiled woman who had entered the room. Then another dim light appeared from the same direction and it was a similarly dressed woman. She watched as the women placed their lanterns on both sides of the bed. Looking down, she realized that her blouse had been removed, her breasts now only covered by her lacy white bra. She gasped loudly upon seeing a giant of a man appear out of the darkness, a huge black giant. Mrs. Ann Hanson was now starring at Mimba, a 6'8" 300 pound giant made of pure black muscle.
One of the veiled women pointed at the African giant, then spoke "No move, Mimba hurt you, no move!" Hearing the black giant grunt unintelligibly, Ann got the message that she'd be hurt badly if she tried to get away. But she was bound tightly and escape was out of the question at the moment. She could only lay on the bed and pant in fear as the women began to undo the ropes binding her legs. Still bound at her wrists, she dared not move or feel the wrath of the lurking black giant. Then the woman to her left was placing a blindfold over her eyes. She tried to turn her head away but the blindfold was securely fastened. She was then unaware of a light switch being turned on, illuminating the entire room.
Ann became frightened upon heard loud shuffling about the room, indicating that more people had entered the room. She was unfamiliar with the language being spoken in this country, but it was obvious from the tone of the voices, a number of men were now in the room with her. "Please help me, I'm being held captive!" she sobbed. She cringed when all she heard was laughter in response to her pleas.
She froze to the bed and gasped upon feeling a heavy body sit upon the bed near her feet. Ann sobbed "Oh, please!" upon feeling large callused hands upon her ankles. Her body trembled in fear as those callused hands begin to caress her legs. Then the hands moved back down to her ankles again, only to move lower to slowly peel off her heels. She cringed as she felt him begin to caress the soles of her feet.
Arms spread wide with her wrists tied to the bedposts, blindfolded, young innocent Mrs. Ann Hanson was in total fear and unsure of what was taking place. Now her feet were being clasped together, clasped around what felt like a little baby's arm. Now that baby's arm was pumping between her clasped feet around it, puzzling her as to what and why. Then an obscene thought went through her innocent mind but she tried to tell herself otherwise 'No, it's not possible, it can't be, it's impossible! No man can be built that big!'
Her body shook in despair, feeling the long fleshy shaft pumping faster and faster, fucking itself between the soft soles of her feet. She couldn't believe it was humanly possible, her mind raced 'It can't be possible, please tell me it isn't so!' she prayed. Then she felt her left foot come to the end of the foot-long length, feeling it rub it's slippery mucous onto the sole of her foot, making her cringe with disgust, telling her that her worst fear was indeed true.
'Oh, my God! It's more than twice the length of Miles'! It's as thick as a baby's arm!' she shuddered. 'Oh, God, if he puts that into me, he'll ******* me!' she thought as she whimpered in fear. 'Please Miles, help me, where are you? Please save me, Miles!' she prayed.
The dark-skinned women who stood observing alongside the bed, watched the very important man enjoy himself with his new plaything. As they watched the woman began to chant in encouragement "Kono, Kono, Kono, Kono!"
Hearing movement to both sides of the bed, she felt smaller hands, those of a woman reaching behind her back. Ann gasped as she felt her breasts being bared, then tried to stifle her sob of shame. Feeling the woman on other side of the bed touch her waist and fiddle with her skirt, she tried to squirm her buttocks onto the bed to prevent the woman from stripping her of her dignity, baring her totally before the deviant men in the room. She felt her skirt loosen, then felt her skirt being dragged down over her hips and down to her feet. 'Oh, God, let me die!' she sobbed to herself as she realized that only her lacy peach panties remained.
Suddenly, Ann felt rougher hands upon her legs as her skirt was stripped from her. Breathing hard, she tried to keep her legs taunt, trying to keep her body frozen to the spot. She clenched her teeth, trying to steel herself, then broke out into sobs as her legs were being pried wide apart. She felt so degraded, exposed as never before, to these strange people in the room. And she knew the man before her wanted to do terrible, unspeakable things to her. She could only imagine the lewd sight that she now presented to her captors, her legs obscenely widespread.
Sobbing in shame, Ann's head slumped in total defeat, knowing that she was at the mercy of these evil kidnappers. She shivered as she felt the man at the foot of the bed scoot up further, not knowing just what to anticipate next. "No!" she yelled as she felt her lacy peach panties grasped and drawn down over her legs, then left at her ankles widely stretched apart. "Oh, God help me!" she sobbed. "Please let me go!" she whimpered.
"Argh!"she groaned, feeling a sudden weight pressing on her lower belly. Then that weight began to move from side to side, then moving down to nuzzle in her soft golden curls. 'No it can't be! No man would do such a thing! No man would put his face there!' she told herself. "Oh, God no!" Ann screamed at the sudden wet flickering burrowing between the slit of her womanhood, making contact with her sensitive slit.
"Ah!" Ann screamed as the hot mouth now clamped over her womanhood and was literally eating her out. "Stop, please, stop!" she sobbed pleadingly. "Please, I beg you, how can you do something so filthy!" she whimpered. She struggled desperately against the bonds securing her wrists and tried to kick her legs free of the hands holding her legs firmly. But she was so firmly secured that she could not escape the devouring mouth and tongue that wormed itself into her now slick slit.
Ann could only toss her head from side to side in disbelief as she was now unconsciously arching herself up into the wet slurping mouth, she moaned as jolts of unwanted pleasure now coursed throughout her petite and innocent body. "Oh God, I can't help myself!" she screamed as her body convulsed in an orgasm never before experienced in her life, feeding her sweet honey nectar into the hungry slurping mouth.
Lying limply upon the bed, Ann was now in a stupor, feel a heavy body begin to cover her, sliding up and rubbing itself upon her. She was helpless beneath the heavy body, hands firmly secured above her, shivering as a hot wet mouth, tongue teasing the nipple to stiffness. Then Ann shuddered in fright, feeling a hot fleshy bulb rubbing against her, first against her pubic hair and then lower. 'No man can be that big!' she shivered as it continued rubbing against her. Grimacing at the feel of the pressure of the bulb sized cockhead, she sobbed in terror . "No! Please stop! It hurts! It hurts so bad! She heard laughter from around her as the witnesses to her ******* were enjoying her plight.
The veiled women began their chant again "Kono ………….Kono ……….Kono ………….Kono……!" With the colonel's legs having slipped under the lacy panties, the women lifted Ann's knees up her legs were bent, the peach panties stretched across the colonel's broad black ass. They could see that only two inches had penetrated the beautiful American wife and there was much more to go. Continuing their chant of encouragement, they then saw the muscular officer rear back a bit, then slammed himself down with all of his might and *******.
“Aieeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!” came a piercing shriek of pain from the young American beauty, all to the delight of those in the room. They watched intently as the golden haired woman tried kicking her legs about, trying desperately to kick her attacker away but she was just no match for her attacker, who now began to pump slowly in and out of her tortured body.
The long slow fucking strokes sent shivers of unwanted pleasure coursing through her young innocent body, causing Ann to sob and groan in despair. *******, against her willpower, her muscles squeezed upon the thick cock that was deeply embedded in her. Ann did not want to feel any sort of pleasure from this assault upon her body, however her body instinctively reacted to the long slow fucking strokes, causing her to arch up onto the thick prong.
Ann did not know what was happening to her, this vicious man was *******, yet her body ached for some sort of release. She sobbed, feeling the cock slicing into her, faster and faster every second. She tried to steel herself, trying to hold herself in check, then lost her willpower as she raised her trim legs raise up encircle her ******* and pull her further into her body. Locking her ankles lock upon one another, she squeezed her legs to pull him even deeper into her. Her sobs had ceased and now she could only utter soft mewling sounds as she humped back to meet her *******'s thrusts into her. Unknown to her, with her ankles locked, a veiled woman reached for the limp panties and wrapped around her feet to essentially tie her feet together.
“Oh, my God, I’m going to cum” Ann screamed. Body shuddering and convulsing uncontrollably, she literally saw stars as mind-shattering orgasm rocked her young body, the muscles in her clenching legs going stiffly taunt.
Muscles finally beginning to ease after the convulsing orgasm that she had experienced, Ann's body suddenly shivered again, then her legs went taunt as she again gripped her ankles tightly around the now convulsing *******. "Ah!" she moaned loudly, feeling the hot explosion deep in her fertile womb. The hot explosion was now burning her like acid, causing her to begin sobbing again, realizing that her ******* had just spewed his hot seed into her. She cried, ashamed of the manner in which her body had betrayed her, worried now of the horrid consequences of this ****** mating.
Some time later, dazed from the aftermath, Ann groaned as she felt her the bindings being released to free her arms. Her lacy peach panties were unwound, allowing her legs to be free as the feel to the sides of her *******'s bulky body. Her thighs ached badly from been stretched so widely, her crotch felt wet and messy, covered with the thick spend. Then she felt hands turning her aching body over, holding her still as she was on her hands and knees. She felt stronger hands pulling her waist up, feeling the heavy body shuffle up behind her. 'What's going on?' she asked herself.
To her horror, Ann felt the fleshy bulb, pushing at her but not in the normal place. 'Oh, my God he can't, no one would do such a thing!' she told herself, realizing what this evil man's intent was and she struggled against the hands holding her in an attempt to crawl away. "No! No, not there, please! Please, I've never!" she sobbed. “Owww!” came the loud shriek as her virgin ass was ravaged brutally.
Over and over again, throughout the night, Ann felt her aching body ravished time and time again. It seemed that this horrid man had an endless amount of stamina, resting only briefly between fucks. Each time he recommenced, she willed her body not to respond in any manner whatsoever, telling herself to just lay there and let him satisfy his lust upon her body. But each time she ended up with her legs wrapped around him, ankles locked together to bring him deeper into her. She was so ashamed of herself, chastising herself for her behavior, especially having swooned in the numerous mind-shattering orgasms that had rocked her body.
Ann thought she would never be released to the outside world at this point, captive in a foreign land. She prayed that Miles would immediately find her car in the parking lot and check with the guard to see that she had not returned in a day. 'How are they ever going to find me in this God forsaken place!' she wondered. Then she recalled an article she had once read about foreign lands, though she had not been warned of such a thing before coming to this country, that of women being sold to brothels and never seen again.
To Ann's surprise, her blindfold was suddenly removed, her ******* now gone and she found herself alone with the veiled women. Standing with the assistance of the women, Ann could barely walk, legs hurting. She looked down and sobbed, seeing her soft blonde curls and inner thighs thickly matted with filth. 'Oh, God please don't let me get pregnant!' she prayed, knowing so much more of the seed could not be seen, having been deposited directly into her fertile womb.
Taken to a natural warm water spring, the women bathed her, cleansing the outside of her body. Squeezing her thighs together, Ann shivered as she felt the slick wetness between her thighs. She was surprised that they had dressed her in the clothing she had arrived in, minus her lacy panties. She tried to make a hand signal to the women, trying to tell them she needed her panties. The only response from them was "Kono"! She then realized it was taken by 'Kono' as his trophy to remember her by.
Blinking to adjust her eyesight from the bright sunlight, Ann was surprised to find that she had been released. She turned to look behind her and saw a heavy wooden door that had been shut behind her. Panting, she realized this was her opportunity to escape this horrid place and get back to the safety of the base. Hearing the roar of jets approaching, she realized that she still had time to get back to the base and to her home before Miles was done with his debriefing.
Running through the narrow alleyways, dodging the many tables, Ann was relieved to see the base off in a distance. Seeing the jets circling about, preparing for a landing, she breathed a sigh of relief, knowing she'd at least make it back onto base before her husband arrived home. Still she had many more rows of vendors to bypass and so many people to dodge just to get to the base entrance.
Entering the security gate, Ann rushed towards her car, determined to get home before her husband. She wanted to get out of her soiled clothing and change, but first she desperately wanted to prepare a potent douche and flush out her ******* wicked seed that still filled her to the brim. Just as she was about to open her car door, she heard someone calling out to her. Sighing in dismay, Ann put on a brave face and smiled as she turned to see who it was.
"Hi Mrs. Hanson! How are you today? Did you get a chance to check out the carpet shop?" asked Colonel Simpson. He enjoyed seeing her face flush as she stammered "Good morning, Colonel Simpson! I've been meaning to go but just haven't been able to make it there yet! I was just rushing home to meet my husband!" "Oh, I understand entirely! Please don't let me keep you!" he replied.
Colonel Simpson knew she desperately wanted to make her way home, seeing the way she had been shifting her legs a bit and knew exactly why she wanted to get home quickly. After all, he had shot load after load of his thick hot cum into her womb throughout the night and knew her pussy lips were slick with cum at that very moment. With one hand, he opened the car door for her. Meanwhile, his other hand was in his back pocket fingering his prized trophy, a pair of lacy peach panties.
Rushing home, she was relieved to see that Miles had not beaten her. Making her way quickly into the house, she made a beeline to the master bedroom, kick her heels off into the closet. From her drawer, she grabbed a clean pair of panties and bra, then made her way into the bathroom. Panting in exhaustion, she stripped off her clothing and threw them into the hamper. Then she prepared herself a potent douche, praying it wasn't too late to prevent the horrid unthinkable consequence should she be too late.
As she sat upon the toilet douching out the thick slime, she heard the front door slam shut. Then there was a knock on the bathroom door and her husband's voice telling her "Hi honey, I'm home! I love you, sweetie!" Cringing as she flushed out another man's thick sperm, Ann stammered out to her husband "I love you too, honey!" She could not help but to clench her thighs together as a wicked feeling when through her, feeling the slick ooze dripping from her raped slit as she told her husband that she loved him.
That evening, Ann felt so guilty when her husband embraced her, feeling his hands roving over her reluctant body. She knew he wanted to make love to her but she felt so unworthy of him, feeling cheap and degraded, not wanting Miles to dirty himself in her soiled body. Still, she wanted to please him sexually, wanted to take care of all his sexual urges.
As they gently caressed each other's bodies as they normally did, Ann began to pant in her breathing, wishing that Miles would take her hard. She wished he would take her like a caveman would, haul his prey off into his cave and satisfy his lust in any way he saw fit. As Miles gently pumped into her, she desperately tried to refrain herself, telling herself to do everything as they did in lovemaking since they were married. But when she felt him tremble, ready to cum, she could not help but to wrap her legs around him. Locking her ankles tightly, she then arched up, fucking herself up against him. But this unusual response on her part sent her husband immediately into spasms, spewing his load right then, leaving her totally unsatisfied.
It was now a month since the reassignment of Capt. Bruce O'brien and his entire squadron, a standard rotation of various units around the globe. Colonel Bruce Simpson hoped that the new squadron assigned to the base would be as productive as the one it was replacing. It was not that Capt. O'brien would be difficult to replace. However, Capt. O'brien's beautiful wife, the lovely Mrs. Lauren O'brien certainly would be with the families of military personnel naturally making the move along with them.
Thinking back over the past eight months or so, Col. Simpson thought of the many hot times that he had with the captain's beautiful young wife. 'She was so pure and innocent until she fell into the clutches of Raheem, the white slave trader!' he reflected. 'God, I can still hear her screaming when I raped her cherry white ass! Sure glad the captain's plane was right overhead when coming in for a landing. Otherwise, she would have been heard a block away!' he mused.
Anyway, he rationalized 'It's for the best that she's leaving at this point, especially the way she's showing at five months pregnant!' Col. Simpson laughed, wishing he could see Capt. Obrien's face when he sees his newborn, realizing that his 'faithful' young wife was obviously knocked up, and it would be obvious that the captain was not the ******* of her baby. He wondered if he or Raheem had done the nasty deed. He laughed, thinking that just perhaps it had been one of Raheem's lowly workers that had done the honor.
The colonel made it a point to greet each and every one of the arriving personnel to the base, along with their families. But such action had an underlying motive, as the devious colonel was on the prowl for some fresh white meat. Had there been any indication of the devious colonel's intention, along with the hushed-hushed white slavery trade in the region, the incoming personnel would definitely have left their spouses at home in the states.
Meeting the first dozen or so pilots and their families, Col. Simpson was rather disappointed in what he saw. 'Fuck, those bitches that arrived with them all had a ton of ******* and looked well worn!' he cussed under his breath. '*******, couldn't get a twitch outta my dick in looking at those hags! Guess I'm just going to need to use my leave and go to a place with a decent whore house!' he silently cursed.
Driving down the street where most of the new squadron members would be housed, Col. Simpson observed a van being unloaded at one house. Looking at the address, he checked his logbook and found that it would be the residence of Lt. Miles Hanson and his wife, Ann. The log indicated the Hanson's had no children. Apparently it was the van loaded with household goods from the first cargo plane that had arrived a day ago. He got out of his car to introduce himself and welcome them to the base.
As he got out of his car and passed the back of the van, he observed someone struggling with a rather awkwardly shaped box. Grabbing the box to steady it, he then heard a beautiful voice say "Ohhh, thank you so much!" As he helped set the box on the ground, the woman on the other side of the box lifted her head up after setting her end of the box down. He thought he had died and gone to heaven at the sight of the beautiful blonde that now looked up at him. 'God, she looks like an fucking angel!' he thought.
Mrs. Ann Hanson gasped as she thought it was one of the movers that had come to assist her. She had learned to recognize the various symbols of the officers on a rather crash course basis, having just married her college sweetheart. She realized that this officer before her was at the rank of colonel and she began to stammer a bit. "Th ….thank you! I……I didn't mean for you to dirty yourself ………!" she sputtered, turning flush in her embarrassment.
Col. Simpson grinned widely and extended his hand to her, commenting "Don't be silly! It was my pleasure!" His cock twitched in his pants as she extended her soft petite hand in response. 'God, I just got to get into this sweetie's tight little panties!' he told himself. "Greetings! I'm Col. Simpson, the acting base commander! I just wanted to welcome you to the base!" he said charmingly. He finally ****** himself to let go of her lovely manicured hand, though wishing he could have drawn that lovely hand down to his throbbing bulge.
"Pl …….please excuse the way I'm dressed, Col. Simpson!" she stammered, referring to the blouse and shorts that she had on along with a pair of tennis shoes. He just laughed and responded "Nonsense! You're quite appropriately dressed for the chore of moving into your new home on base!" He really wanted to tell her what was going on in his mind, to tell her 'The only way I want to see you dressed from here now is without a stitch at all!' Then he advised her that if she had anything she was interested in, both on and off the base, he'd be happy to fill her in as to where she could find it.
Just then, Lt. Hanson came out of the house to assist in getting the van unloaded. The colonel would rather have continued talking to the lovely young wife instead but he had to show his professionalism. With the introductions made, the lovely Mrs. Hanson excused herself to take a box into the house. As he talked to the young officer, he could not take his eyes off the sweet little thing as she walked in the background towards the house. He chatted with the young officer, trying to put him at ease, telling him it was not an official call and to relax.
Col. Simpson got the young officer to relax and converse freely and in doing so, the devious colonel learned some very interesting things, facts that made him want to possess the innocent Mrs. Ann Hanson even more. The colonel learned that Lt. Hanson was fresh from the academy, where he had earned his wings, assigned to the squadron just six months ago. He also learned that the young couple had been married just under a year and that the young officer had convinced his lovely wife to leave her job as a stewardess on a national airline for a bit, anyway, at least until they returned to the states. He listened as the young officer relaxed further and let him in on his intentions "Well, sir, now that we're here for the next nine months, I'm going to do my best to convince Ann that we should start our family right away! When we leave here, I'm hoping that Ann will be in the family way! Then she may change her mind of going back to flying!"
As Col. Simpson waved goodbye to the busy young couple, he sat in his car pretending to look at his log. But his eyes were glued to the long sexy legs of the lovely beauty as she walked to and from the van. With her looks and beauty, he surmised that the other stewardesses of the airline felt relieved at her departure. 'So the lieutenant wants his lovely wife to knocked-up when they head on back to the states, huh!' he mused. "Well, Lt. Hanson, when you're scheduled to rotate back in nine months, your pretty little wife will definitely be pregnant! I assure you of that! Yes, sir, Lt. Hanson! I'm personally going to see to it that your beautiful little wife goes back to the states with her tiny belly bulging with a little black baby!" he muttered aloud.
At the end of the day, having completed meeting with all the incoming personnel and their families, Col. Simpson could only focus his mind on the lovely Mrs. Ann Hanson. Closing his eyes and rubbing his aching cock, he pictured the long legged beauty in his mind. It was now a matter of finding out her habits, where she frequented and what type of things she was interested in. With Raheem's business flourishing at the locations inside the non-restricted area, he knew that Raheem would gladly do his bidding in exchange for a safe haven rather than facing the prospect of his business being shut down.
Over the next two weeks, the lecherous colonel did not get to see much of the lovely wife of Lt. Hanson. Apparently she was busy getting the home set up to her liking. He did see her twice on her way to the commissary and followed her at a distance. But then she happened to meet up with another officer's wife and all he could do was to bid them a friendly 'hello'. The second time didn't pan out much better due to the crowd that happened to be there at the time, making it inappropriate to talk very much with her.
The next week, the horny colonel got the chance that he had been looking for, an opportunity to talk a bit with the lovely young wife. She had been on her way to the officers club to meet her husband after he returned from a training flight. As the flight had a slight delay due to the weather out at sea, he managed to chat with her a bit. Inquiring if could direct her to any type of merchandise within the non-restricted area, he'd be more than happy to direct her. When she told him that she was interested in the fabulous Persian rugs that this region was noted for. He smiled, got out one of his cards, then wrote the name of a shop on the back of it along with a diagram on getting there. He told her "Show the shop owner my card and he'll give you and your husband a hefty discounted without you having to bargain for it! Also he'll deliver it to the base for you!"
"Thank you so much! This will really help since I'm not much on bargaining with merchants! Maybe I'll get better at it with time. My husband's not one to do much shopping and more of a hindrance, if you know what I mean. I think I'll sneak out there on Friday, when he goes out on the three day training mission. Upon hearing her response, Col. Simpson swallowed in anticipation, his cock throbbing in the tight confines of his pants. With this valuable information, he could now put a plan into action.
From the privacy of his office, Col. Simpson smiled widely as he watched the squadron of planes take off from the air base. "Have a nice flight, Lt. Hanson! Don't worry about your pretty little wife, I'll personally see to it that she's well taken care of! Your sweet little honey will soon be spreading her long sexy legs for a 'real man'!" he muttered loudly. With his high powered binoculars, he kept a look out for the Hanson's car, waiting for her arrival to park near the front gate. Due to the crowded streets, all cars had to remain on base at all times, with parking available near the gate. From there, the base personnel were allowed to walk about outside the base or ride the rundown taxis in the city. Everyone venturing out into the city was given a map to keep them from going into the restricted area.
Making the phone call to Raheem, he advised him to be on the alert and that he'd call back as soon as his prey was about to exit the main gate. Raheem assured him that everything was in order and just as he had instructed in his call the other day. Then Col. Simpson advised the major assisting him that he'd be taking off a bit, leaving the major in charge of the base for the day. Seeing a vehicle approaching from far off, he got his binoculars up to confirm it indeed was the Hanson's blue SUV.
Getting back on the phone to Raheem, binoculars in hand, he began to relay the information. Col. Simpson licked his lips at the sight of the sexy little beauty, telling Raheem "She's got long golden hair! She's wearing a white blouse, light orange skirt, and white heels! Get your guy ready to follow her - she's just leaving the gate now! Okay, I'll see you soon!"
Ann had come out to the non-restricted area once with her husband but he was so boring to go shopping with. She really wanted to surprise him with an elegant Persian rug fur their living room floor, to show him how good she was at housekeeping and decorating a home. 'Thank goodness the base commander was so nice and helpful! Sure hope his card works to give me a good discount off the price, along with the rug being delivered to the base!' she thought to herself. Having been out only once, she was glad that the colonel had drawn a diagram on how to get there.
Almost to the destination, as indicted on the diagram, Ann looked about at some items that were openly displayed on makeshift tables. Looking at the diagram, she told herself 'Just down this alley, then it should be off to the left!' She expected the stares she was getting from the native population, knowing that they did not see too many white visitors, especially women. She began making her way between the many merchants and their goods, trying to find the Persian rug shop.
Nearing the end of the alley, Ann glanced over at a woven basket, then everything went totally black. Opening her eyes again, she was unaware of what had taken place. All she could remember last was walking down the alley. Frightened, she wondered how much time had lapsed since then. Panic set in when she realized that her arms and legs were tied securely. Struggling against her binding, she found it would not budge. From the softness beneath her, she could only surmise that she was being held captive on a bed.
"Help! Help!" she screamed constantly but it everything remained totally quiet. Her breathing was quite labored as fear set in.
Five minutes later, Ann saw a dimly flickering light growing larger as it neared her. "Help! Help me, please!" she cried out. Still there was no response at all. Then, from the dim lighting, she could see that it was a veiled woman who had entered the room. Then another dim light appeared from the same direction and it was a similarly dressed woman. She watched as the women placed their lanterns on both sides of the bed. Looking down, she realized that her blouse had been removed, her breasts now only covered by her lacy white bra. She gasped loudly upon seeing a giant of a man appear out of the darkness, a huge black giant. Mrs. Ann Hanson was now starring at Mimba, a 6'8" 300 pound giant made of pure black muscle.
One of the veiled women pointed at the African giant, then spoke "No move, Mimba hurt you, no move!" Hearing the black giant grunt unintelligibly, Ann got the message that she'd be hurt badly if she tried to get away. But she was bound tightly and escape was out of the question at the moment. She could only lay on the bed and pant in fear as the women began to undo the ropes binding her legs. Still bound at her wrists, she dared not move or feel the wrath of the lurking black giant. Then the woman to her left was placing a blindfold over her eyes. She tried to turn her head away but the blindfold was securely fastened. She was then unaware of a light switch being turned on, illuminating the entire room.
Ann became frightened upon heard loud shuffling about the room, indicating that more people had entered the room. She was unfamiliar with the language being spoken in this country, but it was obvious from the tone of the voices, a number of men were now in the room with her. "Please help me, I'm being held captive!" she sobbed. She cringed when all she heard was laughter in response to her pleas.
She froze to the bed and gasped upon feeling a heavy body sit upon the bed near her feet. Ann sobbed "Oh, please!" upon feeling large callused hands upon her ankles. Her body trembled in fear as those callused hands begin to caress her legs. Then the hands moved back down to her ankles again, only to move lower to slowly peel off her heels. She cringed as she felt him begin to caress the soles of her feet.
Arms spread wide with her wrists tied to the bedposts, blindfolded, young innocent Mrs. Ann Hanson was in total fear and unsure of what was taking place. Now her feet were being clasped together, clasped around what felt like a little baby's arm. Now that baby's arm was pumping between her clasped feet around it, puzzling her as to what and why. Then an obscene thought went through her innocent mind but she tried to tell herself otherwise 'No, it's not possible, it can't be, it's impossible! No man can be built that big!'
Her body shook in despair, feeling the long fleshy shaft pumping faster and faster, fucking itself between the soft soles of her feet. She couldn't believe it was humanly possible, her mind raced 'It can't be possible, please tell me it isn't so!' she prayed. Then she felt her left foot come to the end of the foot-long length, feeling it rub it's slippery mucous onto the sole of her foot, making her cringe with disgust, telling her that her worst fear was indeed true.
'Oh, my God! It's more than twice the length of Miles'! It's as thick as a baby's arm!' she shuddered. 'Oh, God, if he puts that into me, he'll ******* me!' she thought as she whimpered in fear. 'Please Miles, help me, where are you? Please save me, Miles!' she prayed.
The dark-skinned women who stood observing alongside the bed, watched the very important man enjoy himself with his new plaything. As they watched the woman began to chant in encouragement "Kono, Kono, Kono, Kono!"
Hearing movement to both sides of the bed, she felt smaller hands, those of a woman reaching behind her back. Ann gasped as she felt her breasts being bared, then tried to stifle her sob of shame. Feeling the woman on other side of the bed touch her waist and fiddle with her skirt, she tried to squirm her buttocks onto the bed to prevent the woman from stripping her of her dignity, baring her totally before the deviant men in the room. She felt her skirt loosen, then felt her skirt being dragged down over her hips and down to her feet. 'Oh, God, let me die!' she sobbed to herself as she realized that only her lacy peach panties remained.
Suddenly, Ann felt rougher hands upon her legs as her skirt was stripped from her. Breathing hard, she tried to keep her legs taunt, trying to keep her body frozen to the spot. She clenched her teeth, trying to steel herself, then broke out into sobs as her legs were being pried wide apart. She felt so degraded, exposed as never before, to these strange people in the room. And she knew the man before her wanted to do terrible, unspeakable things to her. She could only imagine the lewd sight that she now presented to her captors, her legs obscenely widespread.
Sobbing in shame, Ann's head slumped in total defeat, knowing that she was at the mercy of these evil kidnappers. She shivered as she felt the man at the foot of the bed scoot up further, not knowing just what to anticipate next. "No!" she yelled as she felt her lacy peach panties grasped and drawn down over her legs, then left at her ankles widely stretched apart. "Oh, God help me!" she sobbed. "Please let me go!" she whimpered.
"Argh!"she groaned, feeling a sudden weight pressing on her lower belly. Then that weight began to move from side to side, then moving down to nuzzle in her soft golden curls. 'No it can't be! No man would do such a thing! No man would put his face there!' she told herself. "Oh, God no!" Ann screamed at the sudden wet flickering burrowing between the slit of her womanhood, making contact with her sensitive slit.
"Ah!" Ann screamed as the hot mouth now clamped over her womanhood and was literally eating her out. "Stop, please, stop!" she sobbed pleadingly. "Please, I beg you, how can you do something so filthy!" she whimpered. She struggled desperately against the bonds securing her wrists and tried to kick her legs free of the hands holding her legs firmly. But she was so firmly secured that she could not escape the devouring mouth and tongue that wormed itself into her now slick slit.
Ann could only toss her head from side to side in disbelief as she was now unconsciously arching herself up into the wet slurping mouth, she moaned as jolts of unwanted pleasure now coursed throughout her petite and innocent body. "Oh God, I can't help myself!" she screamed as her body convulsed in an orgasm never before experienced in her life, feeding her sweet honey nectar into the hungry slurping mouth.
Lying limply upon the bed, Ann was now in a stupor, feel a heavy body begin to cover her, sliding up and rubbing itself upon her. She was helpless beneath the heavy body, hands firmly secured above her, shivering as a hot wet mouth, tongue teasing the nipple to stiffness. Then Ann shuddered in fright, feeling a hot fleshy bulb rubbing against her, first against her pubic hair and then lower. 'No man can be that big!' she shivered as it continued rubbing against her. Grimacing at the feel of the pressure of the bulb sized cockhead, she sobbed in terror . "No! Please stop! It hurts! It hurts so bad! She heard laughter from around her as the witnesses to her ******* were enjoying her plight.
The veiled women began their chant again "Kono ………….Kono ……….Kono ………….Kono……!" With the colonel's legs having slipped under the lacy panties, the women lifted Ann's knees up her legs were bent, the peach panties stretched across the colonel's broad black ass. They could see that only two inches had penetrated the beautiful American wife and there was much more to go. Continuing their chant of encouragement, they then saw the muscular officer rear back a bit, then slammed himself down with all of his might and *******.
“Aieeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!” came a piercing shriek of pain from the young American beauty, all to the delight of those in the room. They watched intently as the golden haired woman tried kicking her legs about, trying desperately to kick her attacker away but she was just no match for her attacker, who now began to pump slowly in and out of her tortured body.
The long slow fucking strokes sent shivers of unwanted pleasure coursing through her young innocent body, causing Ann to sob and groan in despair. *******, against her willpower, her muscles squeezed upon the thick cock that was deeply embedded in her. Ann did not want to feel any sort of pleasure from this assault upon her body, however her body instinctively reacted to the long slow fucking strokes, causing her to arch up onto the thick prong.
Ann did not know what was happening to her, this vicious man was *******, yet her body ached for some sort of release. She sobbed, feeling the cock slicing into her, faster and faster every second. She tried to steel herself, trying to hold herself in check, then lost her willpower as she raised her trim legs raise up encircle her ******* and pull her further into her body. Locking her ankles lock upon one another, she squeezed her legs to pull him even deeper into her. Her sobs had ceased and now she could only utter soft mewling sounds as she humped back to meet her *******'s thrusts into her. Unknown to her, with her ankles locked, a veiled woman reached for the limp panties and wrapped around her feet to essentially tie her feet together.
“Oh, my God, I’m going to cum” Ann screamed. Body shuddering and convulsing uncontrollably, she literally saw stars as mind-shattering orgasm rocked her young body, the muscles in her clenching legs going stiffly taunt.
Muscles finally beginning to ease after the convulsing orgasm that she had experienced, Ann's body suddenly shivered again, then her legs went taunt as she again gripped her ankles tightly around the now convulsing *******. "Ah!" she moaned loudly, feeling the hot explosion deep in her fertile womb. The hot explosion was now burning her like acid, causing her to begin sobbing again, realizing that her ******* had just spewed his hot seed into her. She cried, ashamed of the manner in which her body had betrayed her, worried now of the horrid consequences of this ****** mating.
Some time later, dazed from the aftermath, Ann groaned as she felt her the bindings being released to free her arms. Her lacy peach panties were unwound, allowing her legs to be free as the feel to the sides of her *******'s bulky body. Her thighs ached badly from been stretched so widely, her crotch felt wet and messy, covered with the thick spend. Then she felt hands turning her aching body over, holding her still as she was on her hands and knees. She felt stronger hands pulling her waist up, feeling the heavy body shuffle up behind her. 'What's going on?' she asked herself.
To her horror, Ann felt the fleshy bulb, pushing at her but not in the normal place. 'Oh, my God he can't, no one would do such a thing!' she told herself, realizing what this evil man's intent was and she struggled against the hands holding her in an attempt to crawl away. "No! No, not there, please! Please, I've never!" she sobbed. “Owww!” came the loud shriek as her virgin ass was ravaged brutally.
Over and over again, throughout the night, Ann felt her aching body ravished time and time again. It seemed that this horrid man had an endless amount of stamina, resting only briefly between fucks. Each time he recommenced, she willed her body not to respond in any manner whatsoever, telling herself to just lay there and let him satisfy his lust upon her body. But each time she ended up with her legs wrapped around him, ankles locked together to bring him deeper into her. She was so ashamed of herself, chastising herself for her behavior, especially having swooned in the numerous mind-shattering orgasms that had rocked her body.
Ann thought she would never be released to the outside world at this point, captive in a foreign land. She prayed that Miles would immediately find her car in the parking lot and check with the guard to see that she had not returned in a day. 'How are they ever going to find me in this God forsaken place!' she wondered. Then she recalled an article she had once read about foreign lands, though she had not been warned of such a thing before coming to this country, that of women being sold to brothels and never seen again.
To Ann's surprise, her blindfold was suddenly removed, her ******* now gone and she found herself alone with the veiled women. Standing with the assistance of the women, Ann could barely walk, legs hurting. She looked down and sobbed, seeing her soft blonde curls and inner thighs thickly matted with filth. 'Oh, God please don't let me get pregnant!' she prayed, knowing so much more of the seed could not be seen, having been deposited directly into her fertile womb.
Taken to a natural warm water spring, the women bathed her, cleansing the outside of her body. Squeezing her thighs together, Ann shivered as she felt the slick wetness between her thighs. She was surprised that they had dressed her in the clothing she had arrived in, minus her lacy panties. She tried to make a hand signal to the women, trying to tell them she needed her panties. The only response from them was "Kono"! She then realized it was taken by 'Kono' as his trophy to remember her by.
Blinking to adjust her eyesight from the bright sunlight, Ann was surprised to find that she had been released. She turned to look behind her and saw a heavy wooden door that had been shut behind her. Panting, she realized this was her opportunity to escape this horrid place and get back to the safety of the base. Hearing the roar of jets approaching, she realized that she still had time to get back to the base and to her home before Miles was done with his debriefing.
Running through the narrow alleyways, dodging the many tables, Ann was relieved to see the base off in a distance. Seeing the jets circling about, preparing for a landing, she breathed a sigh of relief, knowing she'd at least make it back onto base before her husband arrived home. Still she had many more rows of vendors to bypass and so many people to dodge just to get to the base entrance.
Entering the security gate, Ann rushed towards her car, determined to get home before her husband. She wanted to get out of her soiled clothing and change, but first she desperately wanted to prepare a potent douche and flush out her ******* wicked seed that still filled her to the brim. Just as she was about to open her car door, she heard someone calling out to her. Sighing in dismay, Ann put on a brave face and smiled as she turned to see who it was.
"Hi Mrs. Hanson! How are you today? Did you get a chance to check out the carpet shop?" asked Colonel Simpson. He enjoyed seeing her face flush as she stammered "Good morning, Colonel Simpson! I've been meaning to go but just haven't been able to make it there yet! I was just rushing home to meet my husband!" "Oh, I understand entirely! Please don't let me keep you!" he replied.
Colonel Simpson knew she desperately wanted to make her way home, seeing the way she had been shifting her legs a bit and knew exactly why she wanted to get home quickly. After all, he had shot load after load of his thick hot cum into her womb throughout the night and knew her pussy lips were slick with cum at that very moment. With one hand, he opened the car door for her. Meanwhile, his other hand was in his back pocket fingering his prized trophy, a pair of lacy peach panties.
Rushing home, she was relieved to see that Miles had not beaten her. Making her way quickly into the house, she made a beeline to the master bedroom, kick her heels off into the closet. From her drawer, she grabbed a clean pair of panties and bra, then made her way into the bathroom. Panting in exhaustion, she stripped off her clothing and threw them into the hamper. Then she prepared herself a potent douche, praying it wasn't too late to prevent the horrid unthinkable consequence should she be too late.
As she sat upon the toilet douching out the thick slime, she heard the front door slam shut. Then there was a knock on the bathroom door and her husband's voice telling her "Hi honey, I'm home! I love you, sweetie!" Cringing as she flushed out another man's thick sperm, Ann stammered out to her husband "I love you too, honey!" She could not help but to clench her thighs together as a wicked feeling when through her, feeling the slick ooze dripping from her raped slit as she told her husband that she loved him.
That evening, Ann felt so guilty when her husband embraced her, feeling his hands roving over her reluctant body. She knew he wanted to make love to her but she felt so unworthy of him, feeling cheap and degraded, not wanting Miles to dirty himself in her soiled body. Still, she wanted to please him sexually, wanted to take care of all his sexual urges.
As they gently caressed each other's bodies as they normally did, Ann began to pant in her breathing, wishing that Miles would take her hard. She wished he would take her like a caveman would, haul his prey off into his cave and satisfy his lust in any way he saw fit. As Miles gently pumped into her, she desperately tried to refrain herself, telling herself to do everything as they did in lovemaking since they were married. But when she felt him tremble, ready to cum, she could not help but to wrap her legs around him. Locking her ankles tightly, she then arched up, fucking herself up against him. But this unusual response on her part sent her husband immediately into spasms, spewing his load right then, leaving her totally unsatisfied.