Wrong Semester In Uganda 11

Karen gets a shock treatment for being white and such a snobish bitch.

Upstairs, a squad of six strong Ugandan soldiers were keeping Matt handcuffed with his hands behind his back, and showing him how to treat a lady.

They kept Karen on her knees. Karen, in the Eve-nude outfit that marked her as properly Africanized, was far too scared to try anything, and the naked soldiers knew this. They took wonderful turns in raping her mouth. Shooting loads and painting her snobbish face with African goo was some serious fun! British girls were a fine stock. Raping them was fun, fun fun! Rince and repeat.

After all six men had taken their relief on her face or inside her mouth --- two of them forced Karen to swallow and all laughed as she gagged --- after these facial festivities, they kindly freed Matt and the Corporal put a pistol on his head and said, "Now, young man, show your girl some respect. Rape her face!"

And Matt did just that. He really, really enjoyed this, and since he didn't really like her, he made no effort to conceal it. He actually loved the notion of humiliating her to teach her a deeply felt lesson.

Karen was too exhausted to enjoy anything. Her violated mouth hurt, her distended neck hurt as Matt frantically held her head and used it as some masturbatory bowling ball with her warm brown hair acting as long drapes that followed the demented dance, with Karen making some deep gargling sounds as Matt grunted like a horny gorilla, louder, louder! as he raped her face in a mad fit of lust, getting all the way past his edge...

He screamed and shouted, "AAaahhhh!!! YASHMA!!!"

This was the kicker for Karen! Yashma! Yashma's name hit her like a searing whip!

Matt just shouted Yashma's name, making it clear he wished Karen were the Pakistani girl. Matt indeed imagined he was splattering Yashma's face as he screamed his bliss. Karen wanted to bite him, but it was too late. Matt had already exited her mouth and he painted Karen's face with an massive load of hot sludge! All that hot stickiness came along with Matt's thoughts for Yashma.

Karen, the rich dad's daughter, got all of it on her pretty face and she bitterly cried, not exactly used to losing control and become a powerless toy.

"Aaahhaaa... This is not fair! Not fair!!!" Karen cried out in a deafening wail.

"Don't worry little honey! You got six Ugandan studs, baby! We're here to make you feel valued. Now, please, lie down! Me and my friends want to suck your breasts and lick you everywhere while our cocks reload," the Corporal said.

"Yeah! The night's very young!" a tall and well-built Ugandan added.

"Say you're sorry for being white and we'll breed you the easy way, snowflake!"

He engulfed one of Karen's beyond-words breasts and she felt his exotic tongue circle her nipple while his hands gently cupped those mounds that usually remained hidden under her crested blazer.

Another Ugandan began kissing her cun, directly, while a third man laughed and let his big flaccid cock rest right on her forehead.

Matt was back from the bathroom break they mercifully gave him. He was back in his handcuffs and watched as Karent was getting softly defiled, knowing that she was going to get another hard fuck from all those six studs as soon as they'd be recovered enough.

The student tried not to think about what Yashma was no doubt going through downstairs. He watched Karen and felt mostly glad that she was finally getting what she had coming for a while. Karen thought she was smart. Now she knew what her head could also be used for.

What angered her the most was the fact that a part of her had secretly enjoyed getting used as a whore by Matt! That same part within her also got off when she was whored by the soldies with Matt watching. Karen was a prisoner of her love. And an absolute slut for Ugandans. A part of her also wished her father could see her like this.

TO BE CONTINUED.