The Lodge was a blackened shell with the roof gone and the walls peppered with bullet holes, an oversized Bungalow for the amusement of white farmers as they fished for crocs for fun and now used by locals to catch crocs for meat and raw materials, crocodile shoes being a cheap alternative to Chinese plastic now the economy had collapsed.
The wooden Jetty looked very unsafe, standing several feet above the sluggish river water, the legs rotten, some parts missing completely. The Officer undid the catches and dropped the truck’s tail board, allowing the passengers to disembark. The Woman remained clutching the side rails tightly.
“Yes you can see very well from there, I shall come for you later.” The Officer advised her, as the others carried the stiffening bodies towards the pond.
They stood around the landward end of the Jetty awaiting orders, unsure of the safety of the structure. The Officer shouted
“Ah Driver, walk to the end, there’s a good chap, make sure it is safe for us.”
The UN driver looked at The Officer’s gun barrel and carefully set off along the apparently unsafe structure, he reached the end, The Officer shouted “Jump up and Down”
The driver obeyed reluctantly, the structure barely moved.
“The end structure is Steel, just made to look like wood, sir” Jakob Unfartu murmered quietly.
“Yes Jakob, but let’s not spoil the fun.” The Officer replied.
“Come here, take a stiff out to the end.” The Officer bellowed and the terrified driver
returned and lifted the first body and took it to the end of the Jetty.
“Just put it down and fetch another.”
Soon three bodies lay on the wood planking at the outer end of the jetty.
The Officer smiled “Live bait I think, shoot his leg please Jakob”
The Driver screamed as he lost his balance deprived of the support of his left leg as Jakob’s bullet smashed his knee cap.
The water boiled as Crocodiles fought over the free meal, the muddy water briefly turned red with spilt blood.
The Officer walked to the Truck and held out his hand to guide the Woman as she climbed down to the ground, he led her to the Jetty, “Just push the bodies in for me.”
he asked politely.
She walked carefully, as if the six feet wide platform were a tightrope. at the end her dead friends and colleagues, now cold if not stiff, crocs eyes breaking the surface betrayed their presence.
She pushed the first, carefully, careful not to fall herself. it landed with a splash and the waters boiled as the crocs tore the meal into bite sized pieces, the waters subsided and the order “Next” drifted across the water, the woman pushed another body, the crocs came again, the same or different ones she could not know but there could be hundreds, and certain death awaited her if she fell.
The waters subsided, and again the order and the body descended the waters boiled the red stains crocs fighting for their fair share of the bounty.
“Last one” The Officer ordered.
“Jump, or dive, we are waiting, this is your chance, to escape, surely you prefer death to the humiliations which await you?”
She looked down, he had won, she could not face the plunge.
She stared straight into his eyes “Shoot me”
He smiled and shook his head.
“Please” she added, “please shoot me.”
“No it would waste a bullet, just jump, like at the swimming baths.” The Officer suggested.
“I can’t.”
The Officer spoke loudly and clearly “Then you understand how Miss Harding became my fuckpig, will you become our fuckpig, live like an animal. or will you jump.”
“Will you hurt me?” she asked pointlessly.
“Of course we shall hurt you, we shall rape you this evening and when we have worked out what you do best we shall modify you to our taste, like fuckpig. but not exactly,
She stood and slowly walked towards the shore.
The Officer shouted across, “Stop, take your clothes off and throw them to the crocs,”
“Shoot me” she replied hopefully.
Willing hands grabbed her as she reached dry land her jacket, shorts and underwear
were stripped away to reveal her pale beauty, the pulled her hairpins out to let her hair cascade around her shoulders.
“That is disgusting,” The Officer pointed to her lush pubic hair, “somebody shave her now.”
Their razor sharp bayonets barely scratched her s they hacked the fur away and despite the humiliation or maybe because of it she realised to her horror she was becoming aroused, her clit peeped shyly from its hood and she was becoming distinctly wet,
“No please not my arse” a savage fondled her tight rear entrance, all black men were savages in her book, animals, all of them. It did no good for instantly a black wooden rod was produced, a policeman’s truncheon, she recognised it and she saw a savage spit on it and despite the searing pain she was unable to resist its entry, it eased as the savage moved it around to loosen her then suddenly with a plop it was withdrawn and thrust instead into her moist slit.
She felt relieved they would just use her normally, she had never even considered the possibility of Anal sex, and the pain of the truncheons entry had convinced her she would never consent to such when she felt a warm stiff prick pushing at her rectum, strong hands held her as the first savage entered her, awkwardly at first then more easily as her insides adjusted but, when having closed her eyes because of the pain, she felt a penis against her labia, pushing in and up she realised that she was to be taken simultaneously by two men.
Two big men, she wondered if one penis would emerge from her intestines into her mouth it felt so good, she meant to think huge but, self preservation instincts were playing tricks with her mind, a disembodied voice she later recognised as her own was asking to be fucked harder, men changed places, and slowly the sun set on the Lodge, a fire was lit to keep wild animals away and amid the flickering light they took their pleasure.
The Officer looked on, she looked like something from a pornographic magazine and she seemed to enjoy the attention, she needed to be brought to heel.
The Officer waited until everyone had taken their pleasure before her embarked on the next stage, they brought her to the camp fire, where on The Officers instruction
Ezikiel Bezu, heated the brass hooks in the flames.
She looked in horror yet silently as the hot metal sizzled against her left nipple, it stiffened in confusion as the metal slowly burned the flesh away and passed through.
Willing hands held her as she fainted and someone pissed in her face to wake her.
The right nipple was next and again the smell of burned flesh, then the lips of her sex two brass hooks, one through each side, and finally as it strained peeping from its hood her clit, the brass sizzling as it passed into her most tender spot and she screamed the tortured scream of legend, echoing around the river valley, scaring birds into flight and sending wildlife scurrying away fearful for their lives. They hung fishing weights on the hooks through her nipples threatening to tear them from er body, then on the labia hooks, she supported the nipple weights in her hands she reasoned she needed her tits and screamed as the weights on her labia distorted the flaps of flesh, they lifted the dropped each in turn tearing the flesh a little more each time causing the blood to trickle then flow and finally from the continued torture as they molested her again and again the hooks tore completely through the fleshy flaps her lips tore apart, she realised she could be bleeding to death.
The Officer regretted not having Stephens along but they quickly staunched the blood with a rag that had been part of her clothing and after loading the Truck they returned to base.
The Officer roused Stephens and he came quickly to the makeshift operating theatre with the old Pub bench to operate on and his rusty surgical instruments, he saw the blood soaked rag between her legs and feared the worst, had she been disembowelled the way defeated enemies were disembowelled in olden times?
Stephens ordered the War Veterans to leave him some room, as he peeled away the blood soaked blouse to inspect the wounds, then taking his craft knife he started cutting slicing the skin around her cunt cutting away the torn and useless flesh before sewing the wound neatly, he admired his work, no longer would she endure the pain of pierced lower lips because essentially she no longer had a visible labia at all, the skin now remodelled so the entry to her womb was now a simple slit like a young girl, the ugly flaps of skin consigned to history.
“When can we fuck her?” a War Veteran asked.
“Right now, give it a try, I will do the stitches again if they tear.”
But there were no takers, and she lapsed into a fitful sleep.
She woke next morning, and immediately fainted.
Stephens had cut her left breast open and was fitting a none too clean silicon implant, one of a pair bought for fuckpig before they realised her tits already brushed the ground.
Soon Stephens had enlarged both of the Woman’s Breasts to DD or beyond and the skin now stretched painfully over them the stitches threatening to pull out.
She woke and then fainted several times before she finally managed to ask Stephens what he was doing.
“Officers Orders”, he lied, the boys liked big tits and being liked was the only way she would stay alive for a while.
Stephens looked at her naked and ravaged body, her breasts a mass of bruises, the stitches ugly and raw, and her cunt, somehow especially obscene with the neat pattern of the stitching etched out in dried blood.
The woman was saved by an unlikely event, a gang of Movement for Democratic Reform (MDR) had attacked a ZANU PF Land Rover when it broke down, the War veterans had fought back and captured their attackers and Stephens was asked to work his magic.
The four men were brought in, proud full of fight, sure of the justice of their cause, all young, eighteen perhaps. The Officer spoke softly “Mr Stephens, I wish these “Men” to return to their families as a dire warning.
Stephens smiled “I shall try, have you any guidance sir?”
The Officer shook his head, Stephens spoke thoughtfully, “I shall experiment in that case,”
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