Suck feast for Debbie

When Brooke van der Wyk and her two escorts rounded the corner of the corridor, she was surprised to discover that the hallway actually led to a cargo elevator. Actually, there were doors to the left and the right but the soldiers passed each of them, until only the elevator was left. When they had entered the hotel, Brooke's spirit had been raised a little bit - the outlook of spending the night in a hotel, and not some terrible jungle sex prison, had been a sign that things maybe would turn to good. Now she wasn't that sure anymore. All of sudden she felt terribly **** which was just natural considering the fact, that she was isolated in a hostile environment accompanied by two soldies who had **** her just some minutes ago, wearing nothing but a skimpy pair of sandals and an oversized camouflage shirt. Her fears enhanced, when she was ushered into the elevator, and one of the soldiers pressed the button 'Down'. Suddenly Brooke wanted nothing but run away, but as the elevator started to move down, the other soldier grabbed both of her arms with unbreakable strength. Miss South Africa whimpered from the sudden pain, but stayed silent, afraid of further harm. The elevator stopped with a grumbling thud, and Brooke was dragged outside. If the floor above had been dirty, the cellar section was even worse. The walls were stained with moisture, mildew grew everywhere in the corners and other places, and the whole cellar smelled from rot and decay.

"W-where are y-you taking m-me?" Brooke stammered, her voice thick with fear.

The soldiers didn't reply. Nevertheless, she got her answer quicker than expected. After switching on another electric bulb, the soldier in the front stopped and turned towards an iron door. He produced a key from a pocket of his trousers and unlocked the heavy door. Brooke could hear him switch on he light, then the soldier holding her arms, harshly pushed her into the room. Caught off balance and wearing those heeled sandals, Brooke stumbled and fell on the cold concrete floor. Her thick, blonde mane whirled around her head and the shirt was pushed up, revealing the full length of her perfectly tanned, smooote thighs. "What the he..." she shouted angrily, but what she saw stopped her words cold.

The cellar room looked like a freakish combination of Doctor Frankenstein's laboratory and a cheap brothel. The centre was occupied by a large double-size matress covered with dirty and crumbled sheets, that had been well used in the past. Next to it stood a similarly used couch, draped with an old blanket that once had been colored in a bright burgundy red, but now resembled a bloody, dark grey more than anything. To the left and the right of the couch were small, wooden bedside tables. On each of the tables stood a single candle holder with a broad, white candle being placed in it. Several pillows were scattered across the matress, in different states of attrition. And in front of the matress lay an old, african carpet, that surely had seen much better days. The other half of the room was filled with devices meant to be used to restrain or **** some hapless victim. A victim, much like Brooke herself.

Panicking, the long legged beauty queen jumped up, and started towards the open door. Surprised by her sudden move, the soldiers almost reacted too late. Brooke had nearly passed the second soldier, when he swung his right leg in a wide arc, and hit Brooke just at the height of her left ankle. Shrieking with pain and despair, Brooke stumbled. She almost retained her balance, and still might have made it throught the door, if not for the other soldier, who slammed into Brooke like a linebacker into a wide receiver. Brooke crashed against the wall right next to the door. Her head connected with a wall made of concrete, and her world went black.

Two stories above, Debbie White's world had turned into a mass of entangled flesh and groping hands. With her blouse and bra already lying crumpled on the floor, the big-titted beauty stood sandwiched between black soldiers who vigorously explored her lush nudity. Calloused hands stroked her soft, white skin, massaged and squeezed her firm globes, and crept insolently under her knee-length skirt. One soldier held her chin firmly with his fingers, thus turning her head, only to press his foul-smelling mouth on her full lips. Debbie tried to blank out this terrible experience, but those relentless hands kept her attention to the doings around her. With each second, the soldiers' attentions became bolder. They had their hands everywhere, and eventually her skirt was pulled down too, leaving only a skimpy white slip as her only garment.

"Look, da bitch has dressed for us!" one of the soldiers hooted, and another one added: "Yeah, but I dunt tink she keep dad fer long." His fingers slipped under the thin strap over her hips. Debbie groaned, knowing what to happen next, but she was virtually immobilized between those five strong men. A harsh yank, a shriek, and the girl's last piece of cloth was gone. Tears welled up in Debbie's eyes, as the hands squeezed her firm buttocks and **** their way straight between her thighs. One of the men held the remnants of her slip high in the air, for everybody to see. Tauntingly he waved it in front of her face. On a sudden impulse, Debbie spat at him, but only hit his camo shirt. For that, another soldier slapped her hard, and her focus wavered. However, she still saw as the first soldier held her slip before his nose to inhale her feminine scent, before she was brutally thrust down on the dirty bed in the middle of the room.

"You no spit black man, white bitch!" one soldier yelled at her. The corporal shouted something, and the soldiers pushed her down on her knees. Her hands were yanked behind her and pulled up, so that she was **** to bend down a bit. Long strands of flaming red hair fell down before her face like a wild curtain. Instinctively she tried to resist, but the hands were plainly too strong. Busy with her effort to break free, Debbie didn't see the first soldier undress in front of her. She only noticed him, when he stepped up in front of her, and a large throbbing cock was held in front of her.

"Now lick, slut, and dunt dare bite!" the soldier warned. Debbie looked at the massive rod with shock and wonder. Could she really do what was asked from her? When she hesitated the big soldier stepped up some more and swung his thick member right at her face. She twitched back when meaty flesh hit her face, leaving thin trails of cum on her sculpted cheeks. Again and again he slapped her face with his massive cock. Then he cruelly grabbed her chin and looked deeply into her eyes. "You stupid, white bitch? Suck cock, or we feed ya!" Debbie sobbed despairingly, but eventually she resigned and began to run her tongue over the tip of the towering black schlong.

Over the next half an hour, Debbie had to lick and suck all the cocks of the soldiers in the room. Her slurping and moaning filled the room. The black soldiers cherished the sight of the cute red-head serving each of them that obediently. After she was through with the first five, one of the soldiers who hadn't dropped his clothes so far left the room, as the first black guy using her mouth took his place in front of her again. By now Debbie had fully accepted her fate and she was well in a rhymthm, using her tongue and her lips to milk the throbbing cock in an attempt to finally bring her tormentor to climax. To her despair, that one soldier was one of the men who had fucked her friend Brooke before, so he was in no rush to dump his load anywhere. Instead he slowly **** his cock deeper and deeper down Debbie's throat, until she was close to **** from lack of air. That way she missed the door open again. She only noticed that all of sudden there were more black bodies around her, pointing hard dicks at her direction.

"Oh, god, please, no more!" Debbie panted, her mouth already sore from the constant sucking and licking. Her eyes searched for the corporal. If she could talk to him, maybe he would grant her some break. But when she looked around, she realized, that the man in command wasn't present in the room at all.