WHITE-GOLD: A Breeding Base in the Mountains of Congo, Part 2

A journalist/Reporter made a journey to Congo to investigate a criminal organization. And finds that the crime is more complicated than she thought. (Part 2)

This is a sequel to the story “WHITE-GOLD: A Breeding Base in the Mountains of Congo”
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The strangeness of the circumstances does not change despite every new information Lucia gained on all the documentations within the motel office. In fact, it has increased as incriminating evidence started to show itself. She knows on the basic level that this criminal organisation has a holding in official governmental positions, but it is deeper than she expects.

Deep enough to go beyond the lunacy of a conspiracy.

It would seem the drone has scanned the papers that contained the names of those that have participated on this carnal escapade from outside the organisation itself. Most of these names are high-end political figures in every African nation, from presidents to prime ministers to something as mundane as a head of a family or CEO of a company.

All public figures that have entered international news or have even participated in an international level pursuit. It's no wonder why there is almost little to no coverage of this sort of criminal event, there are too many heads in the basket, so much so that for this group to be compromised would be the unlikely part instead of being hidden.

And just like the listing of the members of this organisation, the documents pertaining to these officials also have the info regarding their escapades.

So many African ministers have wet their cocks inside many kidnapped foreign women here, that there are thousands of Black children born each year from their unrestrained lust. Their scheduling suggests that they aggressively attempted to return here to taste as many White fruits as humanly possible before they return to their homes.

The children despite having completely African features of course were not acknowledged by their sire, to their father they are simply proof of their lust having manifested. There are even letters by these African men of high officials, that they agreed to give the children born from their seed to be used as future soldiers by the organisation.

The officials have their fun and the Kizanga will bolster their numbers…

It is unknown to Lucia what kind of structure and faculties that they have to raise babies properly… If making them into child soldiers is something proper at all…

All in all, these African officials share the same fantasies with the Kizanga…

Though their propaganda words suggest they wish for reparation from the west, it is in the end mostly to satisfy their fetish to breed White and even women from other races, a mass activity to cuckold the west or anywhere else. In their words, reaching orgasm and ejaculating in a foreign womb is sweeter than victory from warfare.

From conversations sensed by the audio on the motel outskirts and the letters that are being scanned one by one in the office, almost none of the African men even believed in some sort of official vengeance spreaded by their propaganda anyway. They are all here simply to spread their seeds in a twisted carnal joy.

Yet Lucia is curious about the sentiment from the other party. Further in the documentations, there are lists of women be they from Europe and East Asia that contains the amount of Black African babies they have birth. She wonders if they actually raised them by either free will or duress or do they simply plop them out and leave them be to the Kizanga.

Unusual emotions reach Lucia as she reads the papers of these women. Just like the men, the women have the pictures of their African babies stamped on the bottom of their identification writings. Not one of these European and East Asian women has less than five babies.

Lucia is shocked at the variety of their origins, despite having preferences over white women as previous papers suggest, there are a lot, though not as many, Japanese, Chinese and even Vietnamese Women that have become mothers to African Children.

Selected beautiful women with their children looking almost nothing like their mother apart by in some small part hair or eyes, for skin color and most facial features however are ebony and African respectively.

And only very few of them are unmarried or not seeing someone…

The pattern is becoming more and more solid…

As she reads through all the women's documentation, a certain writing takes her attention…

There were many… but Lucia finds it first in a document regarding a woman named…

Astra…
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She walked with a calmness that betrays what is within, though there is almost no shaking that can be seen by the visible eye, Astra felt her own haggard breath leaving her body as she approached her destination. She does not know the hour, but the sky is a shade of dark purple and seems young as the moon shines brightly.

She has passed many hovels and makeshift huts on her way to the Motel, sounds of moaning and orgasmic screams made her much less patient and even more so frustrated to know that she is not one of those who felt such touch yet. Not even a minute after she had been escorted from the car that takes her here, she began to quicken her pace.

She shakes her head to fix her brunette hair, despite it being short enough only to reach her shoulders. Old habits die hard as she stride forward no different than when she was on a catwalk, one feet in line with the other to demonstrate finesse and elegance, as she wore nothing but a thin tank top and a short skirt that showed her glutes.

Astra cleaned herself up pretty good before she came here, her figure is toned and shaped like a lean fertile pear, with only fading cellulite on her stomach as proof of her motherhood.

Most of the Black men here are putting their babies on their own women, with only some guarding the vicinity as their eyes wanders to her harmonious face and voluptuous body. The rules of this place are quite clear though, no one can claim a woman that has already been claimed.

It did not take long for her to finally reach the Motel as she quickened her pace again going up the stairs, passing through rooms with doors locked and unlocked and opened wide where many of the African men were filling the uterus of their women. The distance to her room seems so close yet so far.

The door is only partly closed, she needs only to push it to enter…

As she does she sees that her would-be ravager is in the process of taking off his clothes…

She did not waste time in greeting and foreplay, the hormones in her body are already running wild.

She violently took off her skirt and struggled to do the same for her top, this issue did not last as she sees and feels a coarse hand ripping apart her tank top to shreds as her breasts plop out alluringly.

“Mambweni…” She calls his name sensually.

Mambweni however did not even bother to reply to Astra’s wiles, immediately he grabbed her by the ass with one hand and around her back with the other. Forcefully carrying her to the small bed. A bed too small for two, where a pair would have no choice but to embrace and cling to each other.

Before even her back lay upon it, Astra already began locking her lips with Mambweni, with him reciprocating just as fiercely as he harshly put her on the bed with him being on top of her. Their heads waggle left and right as they wrestle their tongue against each other, the squelch of their conjoining saliva loudly proclaiming their passion.

Astra already has her legs spread widely to receive his almost nine inch black cock, the opening of her pussy pulsating subtly in anticipation. Mambweni, seeing this, lays his knees on her legs to ensure she is fully open and vulnerable to be entered. The base of her shaft caressed her entrance, wetting it as his hands explored all her figure.

A moment after, Mambweni positioned himself properly and shoved himself fully inside her. Astra gritted her teeth as pain and pleasure are mixed inside her body, somehow the former emphasises the latter.

Yet the discomfort quickly fades until only extreme euphoria fully takes over, with her hips thrusting upwards against Mambweni’s downward pounding, the sounds of wet smacking between their skin being as loud as their moans and grunts.

As this goes on, they did not stop for one moment to let go of each other. Their bodies coiled together like a vice, it was all sloppy and beastly. Their tongues still swirled in each other's mouth, their lips locking completely until even Astra could not do anything but to swallow every bile of Mambweni’s saliva as it travelled down her throat in vast amounts.

The primal instinct in Mambweni’s heart grows stronger as he feels and even hears Astra’s throat gurgling to receive all his spit, his pounding becoming more feral and thrusting deep enough until his full shaft is sheathed inside her. Neither of them are interested to even let go to take a breather, so deep in the passion as they are.

Sweat starts to accumulate on their skin, the humidity of the room did not help against the heat despite being at night. Though this only enhances their experience for them, their unrestrained baby making starts to make moist noises as they become more drench, even the bed underneath them is becoming more soggy.

Then the conclusion comes closer, Mambweni arms that hug Astra tightened and his ramming is becoming uncontrollable. The veins on his black cock started to spasm, and then the muscles on his thighs hardened to deliver the inevitable end as Mambweni harshly grunted.

Then he came, and the gnawing motion of their french kissing grows stronger…

Mambweni sheathed himself fully into Astra’s womb, not one nerve of his cock goes unattended. The same is said for her, every pink flesh inside her pussy is fully touched and caressed by his engorging shaft. Then it came, along with the spasm of his penis veins and the convulsion of his testicles.

The tip of Mambweni’s cock is kissing the entrance of her uterus as ropes after ropes of sperm ejaculated on point blank range. His black cock swelling so large that Astra’s vagina is engorged tightly with it, a problem she no doubt loves to have.

The baby making seeds has nowhere to go but into the deepest part of her uterus as it joyfully accomodate all of the white liquid inside. The sensation becomes stronger as Astra felt her fuck-partner hips swaying lustfully in his attempt to go deeper, their kiss no longer animalistic with their lips and tongue massaging each other tastefully..

In truth Astra’s climax on their sexual bout never stops from beginning to end, with Mambweni’s orgasm lasting for minutes…

He spent those minutes inside her, making sure not one ejaculated seed is wasted…

Finally they let go of each other's embrace but not fully…

His black cock is released and as its tip is finally let out, not one drop of his sperm leaked out.

Though they are still in each other's arms, their lips are no longer locked. Only heavy amounts of saliva strings connecting their mouths and the heat of their breathing touching each other…

Astra rested her legs yet they are still spread, her lower legs dangling on the side of the small bed…

Mambweni rested still on top of her with his head laying on her cheek, their chest heaving as they took their breaths, fully satisfied by the endeavor.

It is a very carnal view.

Her vagina still spasming and his black cock slowly erect itself to its nine inch glory again…

“You want... more babies?....” Astra asked between her tired breath, with a soft voice she said it that enticed her partner.

Mambweni gave no other answer but numerous pecks on her cheeks, giving her affection as his hunger for her began to rise slowly.

Before that though, he reaches to the side of the bed, grabbing Clomid and MDMA pills. He put them on top of his tongue and forcefully kissed Astra again. She obeyed as she felt his tongue sending the pills into her mouth, using his and her own saliva to swallow them in.

Mambweni ensured she swallowed the pills by sending in as many drools as he could into her mouth, their lips connecting fully again. She of course, accepted it all wantonly, making a sucking motion with her mouth to drink everything he sent.

She knows the Clomid takes time to work, but she humours Mambweni anyway for both of their pleasure, giggling as she does it all. The MDMA however, she knew would take effect in a moment. Which means in a short time, she is about to have one of the most exciting fuck in her life again.

Eventually, Mambweni is satisfied with her submissiveness and takes a small respite beside her on the bed. They have an awkward yet sensuous position, her body spread open and vulnerable as he caresses her sweet spot beside her.

Mambweni wasted no time to grope and grab her body’s sacred parts like a hungry child, it is a comfortable position for Astra getting massaged as she takes her rest.

It gives her a moment to recall how life has taken her to this moment…
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It was almost a decade ago she was just a simple singer in Norway, going from one establishment to another as a musical entertainer. Astra wasn't popular by any means, locally however she was well known enough to get good jobs in neighbouring cities if not by connections.

It was tame, elegant black dress, a song and a play on a piano, nothing too drastic. It wasn't mundane but not bombastic either, a good appealing life for a country girl going into the cities. Her soft brunette hair, lean figure and gentle looks made her very easy on the eyes, and difficult to refuse as well.

She has little experience on sexual escapades, she dated once or twice until she met her husband. They never had children, but the will was there for them to try, though their profession led them elsewhere, and their relationship turned into a distant one, the chance never came again.

Naturally it all changed when she had an offer to sing in a celebratory event in South Africa, a CEO’s daughter had gotten married and they needed a musician with a wholesome feeling. Astra has been referred to by her own friend that has a good relationship with the cousin of the CEO’s family and henceforth she was chosen.

The pay was so good, Astra can’t take her eyes off the number…

She was invited six months before the event began, so she was given a ride by a cruise ship rather than a plane to enjoy herself on the way there…

That was when Mambweni appeared in her life…

He and his pirate goons entered the ship before they even departed, it's not until they are already a few days into the sea that the ship personnels realized what they were.

Unwilling to have a stain on his record, the captain let Mambweni roam the cruise ship as long as they are discreet, everyone else inside is unbeknownst to what is happening. All the passengers go on with their lives with criminal activities is on-going underneath them. Those who know of course did not take proper action against them as per their orders.

It was an order easily obeyed considering the guns the pirates brought…

The cruise ship travels to South Africa at a slow pace, arriving at almost the same time as the marriage begins. Plenty of time for Astra to make herself at home, the pirates share the same mindset.

She was alone with her husband working elsewhere, their communications were simply by video call and the like.

Her experience on the ship was well and good until controversies and scandal began to appear left and right…

Astra is not exactly a social butterfly, she makes conversation when she feels like it but never to a high extent, preferring the company of her instruments more than people. Though she does have a few friends here and there, not much.

Hence she did not truly realise the changing atmosphere of the cruise ship as the months passed. Only going out for recreational purposes or for basic needs, Astra often notices the social faring of the crowd but never in depth. Sure she sees some argument and a lot of party and fanfare, but she never thought too much of it.

It's not until in the fifth month that the situation becomes rather heated that Astra cannot help but notice them, though it actually started on the third…

She heard arguments on a certain day, outside her room to be exact. She went outside to find a woman crying as her husband left her, bringing along his suitcase to find another room. Rumors spread fast and loud enough for Astra to learn that an affair happened, which led to that very same woman’s pregnancy.

It turns out she wasn't the first case of a similar kind…

Woman after woman has been caught cheating on their spouses, which led to the usual end of a relationship. Some tried to move forward, others just became confused on the matter…

There were at least three thousand passengers on the cruise ship and over sixty women had gotten pregnant, with over half of those are married or in a relationship. In hindsight she realises that there is a pattern with most of them are of a European background with the rest being asian or of middle-eastern origins.

Though Astra did not mingle with the crowd too much, it wasn't exactly a difficult task to know who were the culprits that had bred all these women. Other than the marriage ceremony event, she was also hired by the cruise ship manager to perform on some of the ship’s ceremonial events.

In these parties the passion often goes too far and subtle carnality can be found if one incidentally caught them in sight. Whenever Astra is in rest or even when performing, her eyes often wanders towards and through the crowds, and the usual faces can be seen doing things that they have done in previous circumstances as well.

That was the first time she locked eyes with Mambweni as he was surrounded with his cohorts enjoying the party. She did not notice it then but he had already looked upon her with lust that even the trouser he wore could barely contain the bulge between his legs.

His other partners in crimes that had entered the ship along with him were busy forcing themselves on other women, but these same women did not do much trying to push them away. Caught in the moment as they are, their wild hearts took over them and they let these African pirates touch them vulgarly, letting their hands go all over their body.

Which of course led to a conflict with their husbands, that the security more often than not has to intervene…

Still the people did not know of the dangerous background of Mambweni and his colleagues. Though he and his cohorts did not take drastic action other than a couple of fist fights that ended with their victory, both him and the personnels that knows of their hijack do their best to keep the peace.

Other things that the passengers unbeknownst about, particularly related to these very same husbands and boyfriends is that the African pirates have already defiled their women before even the first month has passed in the ship.

Though Mambweni and his friends seem “Lower-Class” due to the outfit they wear being simple tank tops and plain trousers, they carry themselves with dominant confidence supported by their athletic build. These characteristics make it more easily for them to woo the opposite sex to their beds.

Very different from what many others and Astra expect from pirates, with depictions of them being skinny and lithe figures due to lack of nutritions.

Again… in hindsight, she knows that their hijacking is part of a plan and they are actually well-fed and trained killers of the sea…

And what a plan they have…

In the first week, Mambweni already took Two women, with the other pirates having the same results of either two or one woman.

Even uniformed women were taken as well.

There was one beautiful girl, black raven hair and green eyes named Lisa, born in the United Kingdoms. She is a simple deckhand, though has worked in the same ship for over a year. The captain tasked her to keep an eye on one of Mambweni’s pirate cohort, Madou. And for the first few days of observation, she refused Madou’s advances.

On the fourth day, Madou dragged her to her own bedroom and mated with her there.

It was a small room, very spartan, silver and white steel floor and walls with only one desk and a bed as accommodation. In there Madou violated her repeatedly, widening the walls of her pussy with his eight and a half inch black cock. The door was made of steel as well and tightly shut, no one can hear them making babies inside.

Lisa’s White and fair skin and green eyes enticed his lust and he cannot bear to wait any longer to put a child in her. For Lisa it was the most pleasure she ever had, and quickly she goes from trying to push him away to holding tightly to Madou’s scarred and muscular body to force out an orgasm or two for both of them.

This was the purpose of the hijacking, learning of the Cruise ship passing through the Atlantic Ocean going to South Africa made it a prime target as a tourist ship such as this contains many beautiful women…

Lisa’s story is a story very similar to the other woman taken by these pirates on the ship…

Some were forcefully taken and some were seduced to bed.

There was Amanda from America, a 36 year old White woman of blonde hair and lean figure, a swimming teacher for kindergarteners, married for ten years. She was flirted with by one of the pirates, and now she is in the Kizanga base, already giving birth to 12 black children.

Then there was Maxi, a Russian girl of similar age to Amanda. Black hair with luscious lips, her breast is larger than her head. Taken and Impregnated repeatedly by one of Mambweni’s close friend, and now a mother of 7 black children.

And then again there was silvy, a 26 year old just fresh out of college in the Netherlands, just broke up with her boyfriend. Also blonde, tall and with a lithe figure, never got out much being a biology graduate, so her skin is as pale as snow. Now she is currently teaching one of her 11 black children children who just turned 10 years old to read and do math.

There are so many more…

Astra also has been caught in a passion the same way these women have.

In the fifth month was the time Mambweni took her to her VIP bedroom provided by her friend. She was ambushed just as she was going out of it, he was waiting outside for her to open the door and as she did, he immediately pushed and forced her way in.

Astra exclaimed and screamed to let her go, but her mouth was quickly shut with Mambweni’s own.

The story of how she turns from fear and anger to lust is a story no longer necessary for even Astra to recall… it took only an hour until she relented.

All the important thing she could remember at that moment is how even her husband has never been as ferocious and passionate as Mambweni has to her…

The denial did not even last the first week of the fifth month…

After which Astra and Mambweni spent the last months in the ship fucking until her pussy fully darkened and widened…

She did the marriage event as per the deal, but with a hidden plus one waiting for her in the bedroom every time she finished her task each day. Then she would follow him to the Kizanga base where they would finish their unending sex.

She spent the first year with him until she gave birth to their first child, an ebony skinned African child that looks exactly like his father, but he is only one of many.

Astra would return home to Norway and her husband, in which she would make an excuse that there was a national incident that delayed her coming home.

Eventually she would actually find a well paying musician job in South Africa, naturally having a profession that made him go all over the world himself; her husband did not mind letting her have it.

Then began the clandestine routine…

An excuse came to mind and Astra told her husband that he can only visit her from October to December, a well placed date to ensure that she would be fucked, bred and gave birth to Mambweni’s child in Africa before she would face her husband again.

The husband never knew of this decade-long routine, as far as he knows she is merely doing her work as a musician.

Astra never let her husband have a child of his own… because that would mean not seeing Mambweni for too long.

And every time Astra and Mambweni reunited again in the Kizanga base they never even bothered to talk. They would see each other in their room and she would instantly strip herself nude for Mambweni to breed her over and over again, twelve hours each day with the other half of the day resting so he could fuck a baby into Astra all over again.

She didn’t even care if Mambweni loved her or not…

After three months of baby-making, Astra would go back to South Africa again and do her musician work, and Mambweni would either return to work as a soldier or breed another foreign woman.

And six months after that, Astra would take care of herself during her pregnancy and raise all the other Black children she gave birth to in the village nearby the city she works in. They accepted her and her children and see her as a part of their own, considering she is swelling their numbers, being a mother of African children.

So far she has given birth to 12 children of Mambweni.

Astra returns to reality as she finishes recalling her memory…

She looks to her left and immediately a kiss comes from her lover as Mambweni begins to ache for her womb again. His Nine inch black snake spewing pre-cum, ready to shower her uterus with its seed.

It is so easy for Astra to be reminded of why she and Mambweni worked so hard to be together birthing babies. She was, even still is, loved, cared for and admired by many of friends and families, even some strangers that saw her performance. But Mambweni provided her the most extreme fulfilment and contentment no one has ever given her.

The very first time they mated, it was almost an instantaneous connection as every nerve ending in her vagina is massaged so perfectly by his shaft. Not once has every man she dated given her that joy, even her own husband.

Mambweni brought out the womanly instinct out of her, wrench it out and taint it as a masculine man should. Not one bit of her is left clean, Astra can wash herself, do exercise and follow a beauty routine but every sacred part of her body has been fully drench with Mambweni’s filth in and out.

Doubly so with the fact that she gave birth to all of his African black children that looked nothing like her except for a few tints of semblance.

As if she is fully conquered and owned by him, using her for only pleasure and making children as nature intended her to be…

With this in mind, Astra did not feel any regret choosing this life, not even regretting lying to her husband and preventing him from continuing his bloodline.

She felt his body moving and Mambweni mounted her again and again. Bringing her out of her daydreaming.

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In the other room Lucia’s drone is still scanning all the intel, she is still bewildered reading the documents pertaining to the information that more than half the kidnapped women here actually kept coming back to this base…

The other half actually stayed here instead…

Not only the papers detailing Astra, but more than some of these women have high-paying jobs or in very beneficial contracts, why would they return here to be used like a sow…

There is nothing else in all the writings that indicated what the motivation of coming back here is for.

Surely not for the sex, in Lucia’s thought that would be ridiculous, yet what else?

Another file has been fully downloaded and scanned, it is regarding the training process of the child soldiers. She decided to read on that rather than wonder on the confusing subject, maybe after the drone scanned the other parts of the documents she could actually find the reason on a clear file rather than the blurry drone camera lens despite their quality.

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