Banquet of traitors

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The events described in this article are true and occurred in the mid-1960s. One of the innocent victims, Ms. Helen Nesley, revealed the case to a local radio station in Mexico in 1970, leading to the exposure of this gang rape of multiple young girls by local Spanish-language newspapers. Ms.

Helen Nesley was one of the guests at this cocktail party; she was a 20-year-old nurse who had just arrived from London, England, the previous week to visit friends on vacation.

By 6 PM, the party had been going on for some time. The guests were mostly local wealthy businessmen and landowners, all originally from Dutch or English colonies. The men were somewhat drunk, and the women were laughing and joking.

The South African soldiers stationed three miles away had gone on patrol to another area that day, leaving only a few soldiers in the camp, temporarily suspending their routine patrols in the area.

Helen looked around. Her friend March, who had invited her, and another friend, Louise, were chatting and laughing quite ingratiatingly with a handsome middle-aged South African diamond merchant. Mr. Wendger, the host of the banquet, originally from England, was a wealthy local landlord. His five beautiful daughters were bustling about, serving exquisite food to the guests. They all wore short skirts, revealing their slender, fair legs, white aprons, and Dutch girl hats. The girls were ten, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, and sixteen years old.

The eldest daughter, Griselda, had a pair of strikingly beautiful, full breasts, radiant blonde hair, and blue eyes; she was particularly radiant and captivating. The other girls were also pretty, but not as stunning or eye-catching as their eldest sister. Miss

March, about eighteen, had long, shiny, soft brown curly hair that reached her waist. Her eyes were deep brown, and her skin was slightly reddish-brown from frequent sunbathing. She had a fit figure, smooth, firm thighs, and although perhaps slightly overweight, she was still very beautiful and attractive. Her cocktail dress, barely reaching her buttocks, exposed her entire shapely thigh. A thin, tight-fitting top accentuated her full, firm breasts; without a bra, her nipples were clearly visible. Her attire was very seductive and provocative.

Miss Louise, about twenty years old, was slender, but her breasts were fuller and more prominent than March's. She wore a loose, low-cut blouse that exposed the upper part of her breasts, with her nipples almost visible.

March and Louise had just returned from England, taking advantage of the school holidays to visit their parents in Johannesburg. They were invited to the banquet by their parents' old friend, the Wendegger family, and had also invited their friend, Helen, who happened to be in the area on holiday. None of the three expected the misfortune that was about to befall them.

Wendegger's youngest daughter, Margaret, ten years old, was innocent and sweet, with bright blue eyes, and still quite mischievous; she was currently running around, helping her sisters. Slender and long-legged, she appeared much taller than girls her age, and her developing breasts were clearly visible beneath her thin blouse.

Among the guests were a fourteen-year-old and three fair-skinned girls of eleven or twelve, who had come to the banquet with their parents. The four of them sat together enjoying cake, laughing and chatting.

Suddenly, a commotion erupted in the garden outside, followed by the door being forced open. A group of armed soldiers, about thirty in number, rushed into the hall and immediately took control of the entire space.

"Tie them up!" the leader ordered, pointing at the men present.

"Separate the young girls from the others!" he said with a smile, scrutinizing each girl individually.

The men were all bound to chairs; most were already intoxicated and unaware of what was happening. The older, middle-aged women were herded into the adjacent ballroom and placed under the supervision of four soldiers armed with Russian-made AK-47 semi-automatic rifles.

As the women were being driven away, several younger women were wantonly molested by the soldiers, their breasts, buttocks, and genitals being fondled. Several servants were locked in a side room.

"As long as you behave yourselves, you will not be harmed," a soldier warned the servants.

Only twelve young girls remained in the hall, standing there bewildered.

Helen recognized the leader as "Bhutto," a very tall and wiry black man. She had just seen his picture on the front page of the newspaper that morning. He was the leader of a guerrilla mercenary group that specifically targeted white people. A week ago, he had raided several farms in a neighboring province, where many white women had been gang-raped.

"You!" he commanded Helen, "Come here!"

Helen hesitated, then walked over and stood defiantly before him. She was so slender and delicate, almost disproportionate to this imposing officer.

“My brothers have been running around for days… they haven’t had any entertainment… do you understand what I mean?” He grinned, revealing gold-rimmed teeth. “They need women, and these girls are just what they need. Let’s start with you!”

Twenty-year-old Helen was one of the seven young female guests. Her blue gown only covered the upper half of her thighs, leaving most of her beautiful, slender legs exposed. She wore a low-cut top, revealing half of her full breast. The twelve girls in the hall were all beautiful and lovely; to these sexually starved soldiers, they were nothing short of celestial maidens.

Bhutto waved to his soldiers: “You can begin now. Choose the ones you like!” he said calmly.

The soldiers rushed forward, two of them grabbing the upper arms of each terrified girl from either side. A young soldier, about fourteen or fifteen years old and resembling Bhutto, strode forward and grabbed ten-year-old Margaret. Those who had wanted to grab Margaret wisely stopped, not competing with the young soldier. The other soldiers who hadn't received a girl each chose one of the captured girls and followed closely behind.

"Father, I want this one!" he said to Bhutto with a smile, "I want this snow-white little girl, I bet she's a virgin..."

Margaret recoiled in panic, but was firmly held by the young, strong soldier.

"No! No!" Margaret screamed in terror, "Don't let him..."

But no one came to her rescue. She was dragged outside by Bhutto's son. Under the shade of the garden trees, her thin blouse was immediately ripped off...

Two of the mercenaries were white, one German and one French, judging from their accents. They had already begun pushing and shoving, wanting to be the first to possess the young lady of the Wen family, Grisie, whom they had captured.

Bhutto shouted to stop them: "Let her go! You have to wait!"

The two white soldiers obeyed, releasing her, and two tall black soldiers following behind immediately stepped forward and grabbed Grisie's arms.

“She belongs to the Blacks!” Bhutto shouted. “She’s so white and pure, her cunt needs a great Black cock to fuck it first, not you two drunken white devils!”

Sixteen-year-old Griselda tried to break free and escape, but was held firmly by two strong Black men, unable to move. They grinned maliciously at her.

One of them tore her corset, ripped off her bra, and her snow-white, swollen breasts bounced out. At sixteen, she was truly beautiful and sensual. She sobbed sadly, almost fainting.

Twenty soldiers dragged ten girls to the lush grass among the bushes in the garden. Some girls seemed bewildered, some sobbed, and some cried. Several more soldiers followed, taking off their clothes as they went.

Little Bhutto held a knife, the tip of which was inserted into Margaret’s tight bra, dragging it down from her chest. Her corset was ripped open and torn off, leaving her upper body completely naked. He roughly used the knife, the tip cutting two places on her skin, drawing blood. She screamed and cried in terror; her breasts, just beginning to develop, were swelling, the nipples small and pink. He pulled down her white panties, his hands roaming over her small breasts, then reaching between her legs to fondle the smooth, hairless mound of flesh, his fingers probing into the cleft. Margaret wept in terror.

"They will rape all the girls here!" Bhutto said calmly to Helen, whom he had dragged there.

Helen wept. Buto's strong hand gripped her wrist, pulling her into the grassy thicket among the bushes. She seemed so small before this tall, dark man. He faced her, and in the slanting rays of the setting sun, she saw a gleaming military bayonet in his hand, closing in on her. She thought he was going to kill her, that her life was about to end. The cold blade pressed against her chest, instantly ripping her corset and bra. He tore off the ripped bra, passionately kissing her swollen breasts, licking the soft, white flesh with his tongue and lips.

A moment later, the blade flashed again. The front of her dress was completely ripped. Helen screamed, pounding on him with her small fists, but he ignored her. He continued to tear off her silk panties, his large hands caressing her naked thighs, his fingers probing inside her vulva.

He pushed her down onto the grass, spread her thighs, parted her tender labia with his fingers, and slowly inserted the tip of the bayonet into her vagina. She felt the cold blade enter her vagina; she trembled in terror, followed by a sudden, sharp pain in her genitals, like being pierced by a branding iron needle. She screamed in horror.

He slowly withdrew the bayonet, ignoring her screams of pain. He examined the blood on the blade, then quickly stripped off all his clothes. He stood proudly erect, his skin gleaming black in the setting sun.

"You were a virgin just now, but now I can confirm you are no longer!" he grinned, revealing his teeth.

His thick, enormous penis was already erect, like a ten-inch-long black iron rod. Kneeling beside her, he ripped off all her tattered clothes. She was now completely naked from head to toe, her body snow-white and delicate.

“I will possess you, little thing,” he said calmly. “If you resist, I will still rape you. I will fuck the cunt of a white woman, I will fuck your cunt!”

Helen sobbed, trying to grab some tattered clothes to cover her exposed body, but he snatched them away and threw them away. “Don’t cover yourself!” he said. “I want to see your beautiful naked body!” He stroked her soft belly with his rough hands, her firm and elastic breasts, and gently pinched her nipples with his fingers.

After a while, he straddled her chest, his erect ten-inch penis swaying in front of her, and she could see clear fluid secreting from the head of his penis.

He brought the head of his penis to her mouth. “Open your mouth and suck it!” he commanded her. “If you do well, I won’t hurt you!”

“No! No! No!” she cried, turning her head away, leaving a shiny trail of fluid on her cheek. He grabbed her cheeks and forced the head of his penis between her lips, forcing her to open her mouth.

The large penis entered her mouth, making it hard for her to breathe; the glans reached her throat. Her mouth tasted bitter; he hadn't showered or cleaned his genitals during days of military service.

He pulled it out, roughly parted her white thighs, knelt between them, and rubbed his large, hard penis between her labia several times. He smeared some saliva on the glans, brought it to the entrance of her vagina, and with a powerful thrust, almost completely inserted his ten-inch-long, rock-hard penis into her still-bleeding, tight vagina. With another thrust, his glans touched her cervix.

She felt a hard wooden rod being forced into her lower body, her vagina being stretched open, the hard head still trying to penetrate deeper. She screamed repeatedly in pain. She also heard the screams of the other girls around her, rising and falling, continuous and relentless.

Beside the nearby bushes, Helen saw Margaret's small, naked body being held tightly in the arms of Bhutto's son. Her feet dangled in the air, her legs slightly parted, his dark, erect penis clamped between them; she seemed to be straddling an outstretched mast. Little Bhutto was very strong, while she appeared weak and listless, like a rag doll. Her eyes were closed, her head resting on his shoulder, her golden hair covering his shiny black skin. Helen couldn't tell if Margaret was conscious or unconscious.

"Have pity on her! Don't torture her!" Helen cried, "She's only ten years old!"

Bhutto laughed triumphantly. "That's even better!" he exclaimed excitedly, "Such a little virgin is perfect for my son!"

Little Bhutto laid the unconscious Margaret flat on the grass, parted her tender legs, buried his face in her lower abdomen, and licked her smooth mons pubis and virgin vulva. Then, like a nimble black panther, he sprang to his feet and aimed his hard, erect penis at her vulva. He entered a little, but encountered resistance. He thrust his hips forcefully, pushing further in, the glans forcing open her tight vaginal walls, until his entire penis was inside Margaret's virgin vagina.

He thrust rapidly, and then ejaculated, shouting with ecstasy. A mixture of semen and virgin blood seeped from her vulva, flowing onto Margaret's bare buttocks.

"He's taken her virginity!" Buto whispered to Helen, then suddenly pulled his penis, deeply inserted into Helen's tender vagina, out and immediately thrust it back in, forcing open the vaginal walls that had never been penetrated by a man before, and plunging it into her vulva.

“Taste this!” he whispered in Helen’s ear, “Taste the taste of my big black cock!”

One large hand gripped Helen’s two delicate wrists, lifting them above her head and pressing them to the ground; the other large hand kneaded her swollen breasts, his thumb teasing her nipples.

Helen’s genitals were stretched taut by the huge cock, and she screamed in pain, feeling the hard rod penetrate her uterus.

Buto ignored her cries of pain and began to fuck her hard, each thrust penetrating deeply. After a hundred rapid, frenzied thrusts, he fucked her while holding her white, tender buttocks with both hands, forcefully spreading her two soft, fleshy buttocks apart, and shoving his left middle finger into her anus, deep past the second knuckle. This heretical intrusion was so shocking that she almost jumped up.

After a while, she felt his glans swell even more, and she suddenly felt an intense desire rising within her, completely against her will, and she was uncontrollably on the verge of orgasm. Torn between pain, humiliation, and a desperate need for sexual release, she couldn't help but weep.

Bhutto, too, was nearing extreme ecstasy; he growled and ejaculated inside Helen's vagina. Helen uncontrollably and passionately arched her hips, welcoming his final thrust. He bit her full breasts, blood seeping from the broken nipples beneath his bite.

After ejaculating, he withdrew his penis, dripping with semen and vaginal fluid, and turned his back to Helen, ignoring her.

He wiped his penis with Helen's torn banquet dress and put his clothes back on.

Around them, naked black soldiers were either lewdly raping the girls' vaginas or still caressing and playing with their white, tender bodies.

[The End]

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