Phillipe looked across but the Officer beamed happily.
Orangu saluted “Yes Sir” and pulled out shooting his load over her crotch, a quick wipe with a filthy rag and she was ready again, her eyes would sometimes flick open when the arousal became too great, but she was largely unconscious.
The queue grew shorter as the men experienced their new pig, the last one had got an infection and died in a week, this one was to last a bit longer until the General inspected, he would be amused at an Imperialist Pig.
The last man fucked her and she lay still, her cunt and arse both red raw, the arse gaping open obscenely.
She lay between agonised wakefulness and blissful unconsciousness, waiting to be used, tied down, Stephenson fed her juice and milk, tipping it down her throat but keeping her tied to the bench, and he saw the first signs of the wounds healing.
He shaved her pubes and armpits, and her scalp with his own razor to make keeping her clean and infection free at least possible, and slowly the men lost interest in the captive. She drifted into and out of consciousness for weeks but finally Stephenson was able to make her understand, he explained about her fingers and legs and she fainted. She would wake, scream like a wounded animal and faint.
Eventually she was staying awake looking around.
“Why” her eyes asked.
“ZANU PF” Stephenson explained,
She squealed and grunted trying to talk.
“You must decide whether to live or die,” Stephenson explained.
“I have child’s rubber boots for your stumps and hands, wear them, trot round like a pig, be a pet to the men wiggle your rump, invite them to fuck you if you wish to live,” he advised.
She nodded and e fetched the red boots, her stumps were healing.
“Lie on your back, as much as possible, and roll in the mud, it will protect your fair skin.”
It was good advice she knew, and with Stephenson’s help she was able to walk round on her stumps and hands, she learned to go out at meal times, most soldiers would give her some tasty morsel after they had fucked her, so she would snuffle around then roll on her back as she attracted their interest and rub her crotch, few could resist, the look of disappointment in her eyes would raise the most flaccid prick to action, because she realised, she was enjoying sex for the first time ever.
Stephenson found her an old dog kennel to live in, changing the straw regularly he explained she should find somewhere very public to shit and piss to amuse the soldiers, like a prize animal.
Her days became sleeping, searching for food and sex. fifteen men most days, twenty perhaps, her belly swelled and Stephenson took care of it and any future problems, taking the opportunity to cut away her Labia lips and sew up the wounds to make her cunt even more obscene and inviting as she trotted around the camp naked.
The Officer grew very fond of his Fuck pig and arranged for some breast implants to be sent to make her even more desirable.
Stephenson called her and did the operation, on the bench with his rusty scalpels
a quick incision, insert the implants and sew up, except these implants took no account of her size and how much her skin could comfortably stretch.
He had to tie her down for a week while the stitches healed, her 34 C now 34 G or bigger, no way would she find a ready to wear bra again, the men still came and fucked her on the bench, but her tits were getting in the way so they raised the bench on blocks to make her arse more accessible and most came to prefer it, then finally Stephenson allowed her to get up. He lifted her down from the bench, her tits hung down, within an inch of the ground, tears poured from her eyes, leaving a trail through the dirt on her un washed face and dripping on the ground.
She took a step, a nipple dragged lightly on the ground tickling stimulating making her think of sex, and as the nipple responded, it became erect, and so it dragged the ground all the time, the stimulus making her cunt juices flow uncontrollably, She had to crawl, she had nothing to balance on with her stumps, yet crawling left her desperate for sex within yards, men would wank her with knife handles and gun barrels when they could see she was desperate, which was almost always.
The Officer beamed, a sex obsessed white Imperialist fuck pig.
Mr Mugabe would surely promote him now.
ABS+PM 2007
To be continued.
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