Chapter 38: My Sons as African Village Chiefs

Mikel and I arrived at the small rural village around noon. It consisted of about a dozen mud huts, without windows or doors, arranged around a central square. We parked our jeep in the middle of the square and were greeted by a tall, blond woman, Dr. Baker.

She worked for a large international aid organization and had invited us to see the dire situation for ourselves. Mikel had evaded my questions about what this was all about and told me to wait and see.

Looking around, we saw twenty-five tall, slender, dark-skinned women in long, colorful traditional dresses, held up only by their full, firm, bra-less breasts. None of them appeared to be older than thirty. There were no toddlers, boys, or men in sight, giving the scene an eerie air.

Dr. Baker pointed to a table in the shade of a large tree, and we sat down. She looked professional with her short hair and small glasses. Her khaki uniform blouse stretched over the massive rack that towered over her torso, her long, slender legs hidden beneath matching cargo pants. She had unbuttoned the top five buttons on her blouse to expose the mesmerizing cleavage between her double-D melons.

Acknowledging my stares at her chest with a faint smile, Dr. Baker got down to business, telling us, “This is one of the villages in central Darfur that has suffered multiple attacks. As you can see, the rebels killed all the men, even the boys, leaving only the girls and women of child-bearing age alive.”

“You can probably guess what they did to the women of this village: every one of them was brutally raped, some by as many as twenty rebels. They didn’t even spare the prepubescent girls. For example, look at that girl over there: her breasts are just starting to develop. Imagine what she would suffer if half a dozen rebels brutalized her tiny body with their massive organs.”

We looked over to where she was pointing and saw a petite, frightened girl, far too young to endure such atrocities. It was horrifying to imagine her being gang raped by adult soldiers with thick cocks, and I hoped against all odds that she had been spared in the raid.

“The worst thing is that these rebels come back every few weeks and repeat the ordeal. They enjoy having sex with unwilling women. They love the feeling of power when they ram their large male organs into their bodies against their will. In addition, the rebel leaders use these public gangbangs as a reward for their soldiers. They probably think that taking turns fucking a woman serves as a bonding experience that strengthens their group’s cohesion.”

“I suspect, however, that the main intention is to breed these women, thereby turning this despicable event into an even more vicious genocidal plot. They want to wipe out this tribe and replace their genes. The goal is to make these women bear the children of the rebels.”

“That’s where we come in. We can’t protect the women, but we do our best to keep them from getting pregnant by offering free hormonal contraceptives. However, we have found that the rebels come back and rape them until they are visibly pregnant.”

“It is an ethical dilemma - the girls will be raped again and again. The more we give them contraceptives, the longer their ordeal will last. Some have given up and surrendered to fate, allowing themselves to be impregnated by the rebels, preferring to carry their children to the horror of rape. We cannot allow this to happen in the twenty-first century!

Dr. Baker motioned for a beautiful young woman to come forward. “This is Safiya. She is sixteen, has learned English and will tell you in her own words what happens during these rebel raids.”

Safiya stood tall and proud as she began to speak:

“They came again a week ago, the seventh time since they killed my husband and all the men and boys in our village. Two young boys grabbed me and tore my clothes off. They threw me on the ground, right over here. One of them pulled my arms over my head and sat on them, the other one held my legs, positioned himself between them and took out his huge penis.”

“I fought as hard as I could to get away from this monster. I managed to kick him away with my legs. He kept trying to spread my legs and failed. Finally, the other guy who was sitting on my arms grabbed one of my legs and pulled it over my head. This exposed my vagina to the second guy, and he managed to force himself inside me.”

“Once such a long monster penis is inside you, there is no way to get out. His weight pinned my hips to the hard floor as he ravaged me with his big tool. I cried and wrestled for a long time, but then I stopped struggling and let him do his thing. Only when I felt him ejaculating did I try to fight again. But I could not escape and felt his hard penis pulsate and powerfully shoot its content into me.”

“It is a dreadful feeling when a man ejaculates inside you against your will. It is so humiliating and degrading. You feel completely defeated and defenseless. They have used your body for their ultimate satisfaction and deposited their ghastly babymakers inside you.”

“Then his friend took over. I screamed in horror when I saw his terrifying monster cock, as thick as my arm. I tried to get away, but two guys held my legs. As much as I tried to wriggle, I felt his thick spear slide into my body. It was so big that it pushed against my cervix when it was fully impaled. He hammered into my body with all the force of a trained teenage male soldier. Even with the lubrication of the first rapist’s semen, his wide girth stretched my vagina to the point that my vaginal walls rubbed hard against him.”

“Fortunately, he ejaculated quickly, pushing his monster against my cervix. I felt his semen shoot directly into my uterus, filling it to the brim. When he was finished, more men came. I don’t even remember how many, maybe five to ten. Eventually I was too exhausted to fight anymore and let them use my body without resisting. Even after they released their sperm, they circled around and stuck their big penises into each of us, even the smallest girls, just to humiliate us further. Everyone had given up fighting and let all those more than one hundred men have their way with our bodies, just waiting to get it over with.”

I was horrified as I imagined the twenty-five village women being ravaged by hundreds of young black soldiers in rapid succession. Safiya swallowed and continued the story in a quiet voice:

“After all the men had forcibly released their semen inside one of us, the real torture began,” she whispered. We had to move closer to hear her sigh softly, “We don’t usually talk about the events that followed, which were even more humiliating than being forcibly inseminated and used as a fuck-toy.”

I could not believe what could possibly be worse than the previous description of her violent mass rape. One hundred cocks in this delicate dark-skinned beauty were hard to comprehend.

Safiya explained, “I was the third. They forced me to drink a whole glass of vodka and then made me lie on my back on this table. Four rebels held me down. My legs were spread and one of the more experienced rebel leaders lowered his mouth to my clit.”

“He knew exactly what to do. I tried to resist as much as I could, but I could feel the excitement growing in my lower body. The alcohol further weakened my resolve to resist the attack. They noticed my growing arousal and agony. Some of those holding me began kissing my neck, sucking my breast, even kissing my mouth. One pinched my nipples, which had always been my weak spot, sending jolts of pleasure through my body. The laughed as they noticed my reaction to this onslaught and kept playing with my nipples.”

“All the while, their ugly leader continued to suck on my clit. Finally, I couldn’t resist the stimulation anymore and came hard. Because I had tried to resist climax for so long, it was incredibly powerful when it finally arrived - and my body shook and trembled for minutes as wave after wave washed over it. Although I don’t remember it, I must have screamed with pleasure, like the other women before and after me.”

“As soon as they had felt my inevitable orgasm approaching, the rebel leader had shoved his huge nine-inch monster cock into my already thoroughly fucked hole and proceeded to pound me with long, deep thrusts.”

“Once I was in orgasmic bliss, the sensation of that large male organ inside me proved irresistibly stimulating and caused me to climax again on his penis. I saw the evil expression of satisfaction on his ugly face as he continued to fuck me, knowing that my body had succumbed to him.”

“I tried to resist, but I couldn’t. My back arched as another orgasm hit me, giving everyone an obvious clue as to what was happening to me. I couldn’t help the fact that my vagina was contracting around his invading penis, violating my body and giving him the pleasure he craved.”

Her voice lowered to a breath as she added, “The pleasure of this monster violating me was so strong that I began to encourage him with shouts of ‘YES’. When I felt his release coming, I even begged him ‘don’t stop’. He had succeeded in turning me into his willing slut.”

“They took pleasure in breaking us all. Each of us was brought to strong orgasms while the others had to watch. It is the ultimate humiliation to have your body convulse and give you great pleasure against your will, especially when everyone is watching. Worst of all, in our alcohol-fueled orgasmic frenzy, many of us began begging the rapists to fuck harder.”

“It’s also painful to watch the other girls succumb to these bastards, to see their bodies respond to their violations with waves of pleasure. Some of us are easily excitable and turn into cock craving sluts the longer it goes on, begging them not to stop, just like me. When they left, hours later, we couldn’t look at each other for days.”

Dr. Baker put her arm around the shaking and crying young women.

“Thank you, Safiya, for that honest description. We know how hard it is to describe this horror. And of course it is even harder to live through it, especially when you know it will happen again and again. There is nothing wrong with you.”

Safiya left and was comforted by the other women of the village. Mikel moved everyone away from us to give us some privacy to discuss the sensitive issues he was about to raise.

“We can’t tolerate this situation any longer. Dr. Baker has developed a novel countermeasure to these outrageous mass rapes,” Mikel explained. “The approach is twofold. First, we’re going to impregnate these women, so they don’t have to carry the children of their rapists. They need to have children to sustain the village, and their men have been killed, so some form of artificial insemination is needed. My company, as you know, has a solution to this problem.

He continued, “The second aspect is to punish the rapists. Since direct confrontation is out of the question in this lawless region, a subtle approach is needed. Dr. Baker has developed a solution: a bacterial infection that is incredibly effective at sterilizing men while leaving women unaffected.”

“These genetically engineered bacteria irreversibly destroy the testicles within days of infection, rendering men completely sterile. Slowly, they also lose their ability to have an erection, until about three to six months later, these men are unable to maintain an erection, even with chemical assistance such as Viagra. This situation is irreversible. These men will never be able to enjoy sex again.

“A very important aspect is that these bacteria travel so far into the male organs that there is no chance of them being transmitted to a sexual partner. The bacteria are only transmitted from women to men, never the other way around. Obviously, these bacteria would die out quickly if they were not grown in the lab.”

“In the vagina, the impotence-causing bacteria survive for up to a year - which is why a woman infected with Dr. Baker’s bacteria needs artificial insemination.”

“We think our ‘spurting dildos’ are the solution to all these problems: we can add the bacteria to the ‘artificial spunk’, enrich it with fresh sperm to impregnate women, and last but not least, provide women with sexual pleasure in the absence of men.”

I knew it was an experiment that violated every ethical principle. Infecting people with genetically modified bacteria was tantamount to biological warfare. On the other hand, I saw it as a reasonable solution to an equally horrible situation: the mass rape of women for genocidal purposes.

We decided to test it. Mikel retrieved twenty-five spurting dildos from our jeep and placed them on the table. He added a drop of tx34 to each to give the women a strong positive experience when using them, then Dr. Baker added a drop of her bacteria. Then she looked at us and asked: “Who wants to contribute his sperm?”

Mikel graciously gave me priority and handed me a condom. Dr. Baker took my hand and led me to the hut Safiya shared with two other women. Inside, she dropped her dress, slipped out of her panties, and lay down on a blanket on the floor, her legs spread invitingly.

I didn’t waste any time, slipping on the condom and lowering myself onto Dr. Baker’s waiting body. She had a clean-shaven pussy and massive breasts that sagged slightly now that they were no longer restrained. She looked incredibly sexy out of her uniform.