【The Little Black Guy and Me】(01-07) Author: shortsong

Author: shortsong
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Chapter 1 (Background Introduction)

Hello everyone, my name is Jasmine, I am a 22-year-old white American. My family is full of beautiful women, and thanks to
my mother 's genes, I am naturally good-looking. I have beautiful big eyes and long, dark brown hair. Moreover,
God has given me a sexy and hot figure: a 36g bra size, a slender waist, and full hips. In high school,
I was the object of every boy's sexual fantasy. I like gentle sports like running and swimming. These sports keep me
slightly plump and somewhat fleshy. However, I usually don't dare to wear ordinary sportswear when running,
to avoid the lustful gazes of men.

I was born into a well-off family; my father is a Doctors Without Borders. Influenced by him from a young age, I feel that
people in the Third World are still living in dire straits. Living in a developed country, I have an obligation to help them. Last summer,
I signed up to go to Kenya because there are still sporadic fighting there, and refugees are everywhere. Our mission was to
distribute the necessary food, water, and medicine to the disaster victims in an orderly manner, while also gathering firsthand information to notify the organization
to replenish the necessary resources. Unexpectedly, this trip led me to meet the person who would change my life. You might think he was
a virtuous elder or a powerful figure, but you'd be wrong. On the contrary, he was an inconspicuous
, lowly nobody. Let me start from the beginning.

After three days and two nights of travel by car, donkey cart, and on foot, we arrived at our destination: a small town on
the edge but relatively safe. The local name was "Monkey Town." The villagers still practiced witchcraft and primitive religions.
The village chief allocated us a large, vacant house as our base. Surprisingly, one of the rooms
had , likely a remnant from the colonial era. As the only woman in the group, I naturally
became the new owner of the mattress.

We spent two days enlarging one of the windows facing the street, turning it into a makeshift
counter, and selling supplies to the disaster victims in need at extremely low prices. Within a day, a long line had formed outside the shop window
. We were busy every day, working shifts inside, distributing supplies.

My team consisted of four people, and I was the only woman. The team leader, Charlie, was a kind middle-aged man
from the same state as me. He and the other three men in the team, like most men I knew,
treated me like a goddess. Although I chatted and laughed with them, I deliberately kept a
distance emotionally.

One evening, my teammate David and I strolled through the local streets. Breathing in the rich, earthy air,
I couldn't help but stretch my arms and say, "The air here is so clean."

David, however, was unimpressed, frowning and saying dismissively, "This place is like a doghouse."

David's father was a wealthy Southern businessman who had only reluctantly joined
the Throughout the trip, he seemed more interested in me than anything else.

"Hey, it's a bar! Want to grab a drink tonight?" David said, leering at me.

I've always disliked spoiled rich kids like that, so I said, "We have a lot to do tomorrow, let's
go home early."

Suddenly, we noticed a group of children throwing stones at a black object in a corner. I went over to take a look and
was shocked to see that the black object was actually a child of about fifteen or sixteen. We quickly
chased away the other children and ran to check on the child. David, holding his nose, reluctantly came over,
stopping a few meters away from me. I busied myself checking on the child on the ground. He was thin, his belly was swollen, and
he reeked of sewage. He was covered in wounds, howling like a little black dog, and many
flies were swarming around him. It was heartbreaking to see. There was no hospital nearby, so I decided to take him to the base.

"Come help me carry him," I shouted to David. Seeing David's hesitant manner, I had no choice but
to pick him up myself and run towards the base.

"This little black devil is something else," David muttered. I was a bit annoyed and warned him not to use
such racist language.

Back at base, medic Li gave him some basic treatment and some food. He devoured
the food until he was so full he collapsed on the ground.

Later, the villagers told us that because of some unusual omens at his birth, his parents believed
he was a demon and abandoned him. He spent his days wandering the streets, begging for food. It was a miracle he had lived so long.
However, the villagers then warned us not to take him in, as he would bring misfortune. We, of course, ignored this superstitious belief
.

The little devil's appearance was not pleasant; David said he looked like "a chimpanzee." At first, he wasn't used to
walking and crawled around. It took the team a lot of effort for him to barely learn to
walk . Communicating with him was extremely difficult: he hardly spoke a word, only spouting vulgarities
like "fuck" and "bitch." He also liked to steal things. Seeing his teammates eating something he didn't recognize
, he would quickly scramble over, snatch it, take a few bites, and spit out anything he didn't like. He also
had a craving for shiny things; he would stop at nothing to possess glass, marbles, and the like, hiding them under blankets.
Small mirrors, needles, and other items frequently disappeared from the team's possession. His teammates often saw him muttering to himself in a corner, talking
nonsense.

Once, he somehow managed to grab an old dog. Then he started howling and
beating breaking one of its legs. He even
grinned maliciously at the wailing dog. Charlie shook his head at this behavior. "Maybe it's a way of displacing stress," Charlie sighed. "He's suffered so much
humiliation from others that he resorts to humiliating animals weaker than himself."

Initially, the team members were quite interested in this newcomer. But his behavior made him
unlikable . His teammates stopped paying him much attention. David even gave him a nickname: Little Black Guy.

Chapter Two

. One day, a large influx of refugees arrived in town. We decided to close the shops immediately and move all our supplies to
the refugee camp for direct distribution. That evening, Charlie saw I was too tired and told me to go back and guard the camp and
look after the kids. Because of the sweltering heat and the absence of the other team members, I was only wearing a black vest. (Underwear left...)
Two thin straps and the fabric in front formed a huge U-shape, suspending my full
, rounded breasts in the middle. I wore super-short shorts, the first I'd worn since arriving, revealing my
smooth legs. Although the little brat was right there, I figured what a naive kid like him could possibly know.
So I took a book and went to the courtyard, intending to read quietly under the moonlight.

But I was wrong: the little brat, who had been engrossed in playing with an aluminum can on the ground, stared intently at me the moment he saw my
outfit . His eyes were wide, his mouth agape, his gaze filled with seven parts curiosity,
two parts confusion, and one part excitement. He rarely saw beautiful women, and
certainly . Although it was his first time, his masculine instincts made the "thing" before him incredibly
attractive, like a cat seeing meat. After staring for a while, he made no attempt to hide his curiosity and
half-walked, half-crawled towards me. Although I felt somewhat disgusted, I also found it amusing: I hadn't expected my charm
to work on him as well as men. After all, entertainment was scarce here, so I decided to tease him. Looking back,
it was a terrible decision: I should have gone back to my room immediately and locked the door. That one wrong thought
became the root of later trouble.

After having the idea to tease him, I stopped and observed his next move. He crawled over,
circling me, head held high, his eyes wandering over my full breasts. Seeing my indifference, he became
flustered. I chuckled in surprise: a little devil indeed. After a period of agitation, he stretched out his arms,
yelping incessantly, as if wanting me to hold him. Seeing him acting like a dog, completely devoid of human
dignity, I couldn't bear it and picked him up. Seeing that I finally reacted, he became very excited, flailing his limbs wildly
. His hands tried several times to pull down my clothes at the chest, but I pulled them away each time.

I tried several times to put him down, but as soon as his feet touched the ground, he kicked wildly and let out piercing screams.
Afraid that the screams would be heard by other villagers and cause unnecessary misunderstandings, I had no choice but to continue holding him. A fifteen-year-old
child has a certain weight. After holding him for a while, my arms started to go numb, and if I let him go, he
would scream again. I had no choice but to carry him to the bed, letting him sit on my soft belly to reduce
the weight on my hands. But this meant my large breasts were now directly in front of him. He became increasingly excited and
reached out to grab at me, so I had to stop him. Because of the day's overexertion, and having held him for so long
, my arms were already weak. I comforted myself: it's just a little devil, nothing will happen
, while also being somewhat curious about what a little devil could do to me. So my resistance weakened
and eventually stopped. The little devil sensed that I was indulging him and was overjoyed, reaching out to tear at the fabric of my chest,
revealing a deep cleavage. He stared at it curiously at first. Then, with his left hand continuing to tug at the fabric, he extended a
black finger from his right hand, tentatively poking into my cleavage. Starting from my neck, it slid downwards. The moment he
touched me, I shuddered as if electrocuted: I hadn't been touched by a man in so long, especially not by such
a repulsive brat. A faint sense of shame welled up within me, but I was too weak to stop him. His right
index finger continued sliding down the cleavage, enjoying the pressure of my breasts against his fingertip. His index finger swayed from side to side
, only to be bounced back by my fleshy mounds. He relished this elasticity, letting out a joyful cry. I
looked up at him, feeling like I was seeing a black "Smithkold" (a character from Lord of the Rings), and felt a wave of nausea.

His finger remained inside my cleavage for a full five minutes, gradually becoming unsatisfied, preparing to further explore
the large mounds of flesh before him. He clamped his legs around my slender waist like riding a horse, his thumb and four fingers forming a C, and began to squeeze and manipulate
my breasts. Mammals have an innate interest in spherical objects: I watched as he began squeezing my large breasts through
the black fabric, then watching with amusement as they bounced back, then
squeezing them harder, laughing as they immediately returned to their original shape. At that moment, I discovered another
thing he liked besides the glittering objects: my large breasts.

After playing like this for about five minutes, he began to show
hostility . He desperately tried to tear open my vest. Not wanting to ruin this hundred-dollar vest in his hands,
I used my hands to pull down the straps from the shoulders, revealing a black lace bra and my snow-white upper body.
The alluring scene of a beautiful woman undressing nearly made the little devil's eyes pop out. He began to study the lace bra. Soon, he
discovered that the bra was easier to deal with than the vest. He used both hands and ripped it open, revealing two pink nipples, ready to burst forth,
displayed without reservation before him. Because of his earlier haphazard handling, my nipples were already hard,
appearing even more pink and full under the dim light. I think this must be the first time he'd ever seen a woman's nipples since birth.
Curious flicked my right nipple with his index finger, and I involuntarily trembled. Seeing my reaction, he
intensified his actions, pinching my nipple between his fingers, and I trembled again. His
interest in my breasts grew even stronger. He pulled at my nipples with both hands simultaneously, turning my breasts into teardrop shapes. Then, he used his
thumb and index finger to forcefully pinch my nipples. I cried out in pain. My pained expression only aroused
him; he laughed excitedly, slapping my breasts with both hands. I thought he was a complete pervert; no wonder his
parents and the villagers despised him. I had a vague feeling that perhaps… perhaps he really was a demon.

Then I noticed that a thick, black penis was protruding from the leg of his tattered shorts,
like a large black snake lying on my abdomen. I could still vaguely see protruding veins on it, clearly indicating
that playing with my breasts had aroused him. I was surprised that the little brat, not fully developed and
malnourished, had such a huge penis; I blushed deeply.

Stimulated by sight and touch, I could no longer resist and tried several times to push him away from my lower abdomen.
But firstly, I had used up all my energy during the day, and secondly, the little brat's waist and legs were surprisingly strong; I couldn't
move him at all. I felt like a wild horse, unable to shake off a skilled cowboy.

Just as I was at my wit's end, David's loud voice came from the doorway. The little
brat, who was always afraid of the bully David, jumped off me at the sound of his voice and fled back to his corner.
I quickly put on my bra and vest, then a jacket and trousers to cover my alluring figure, and went out
to greet my teammate.

Chapter 3

Although the kid was scared away by David's voice that night, his gaze towards me became
strange . I couldn't quite describe what kind of look it was, but it was something I'd never seen before. Also,
he started hovering around me, seemingly without a care in the world. I dared not dress so revealingly anymore, and I tried to
ignore . This tactic worked on ordinary men; they would back down when I didn't react.
But this kid, whether he was incredibly stupid or shameless,
persisted . Fortunately, my teammates were always around, and someone would reprimand him whenever he got too close.

A week passed like this. One afternoon, it was my turn to be on duty at the shop. Suddenly
, the crowd outside the window dispersed. I was puzzled when I saw two armed guards clearing a path, followed by the mayor
and his son. The mayor was very welcoming to our team and offered us
many conveniences. His son, who had been abroad and could speak a few simple English phrases, acted as our
translator. The mayor's sudden visit, coupled with the presence of heavily armed bodyguards, made me extremely cautious. I quickly stood up and
greeted them warmly. The mayor smiled and nodded, exchanging a few words. His son mentioned that the mayor
was satisfied with our previous disaster relief efforts. I also expressed my gratitude for his strong support. We then
chatted about the store's inventory and the scarce supplies in the town.

Seeing that the mayor didn't have anything urgent, I gradually relaxed. Suddenly, I felt a tightness in my lower body
as someone grabbed my legs. I knew without a doubt it was that brat. I cursed inwardly: "You little devil,
causing trouble at this time!" I secretly tried to kick back with my legs, while continuing to chat casually with the mayor, pretending nothing was wrong
. Because I dared not move too much, the brat still clung to my lower body. His face was pressed against my
buttocks, and his hands were groping my thighs. Although I wore long pants every day, under his manipulation,
my cheap- pants actually came undone. My pants were hanging loosely on the floor, revealing my black silk panties and my full
, white buttocks. Luckily, the shop had a window-style counter, so the mayor could only see my upper body; otherwise, the situation would have been
extremely embarrassing. I had to press my upper body against the counter to prevent the mayor from seeing my lower body, which was only wearing underwear. But
this made it even harder for me to move.

The kid started to frolic on my smooth, white buttocks. His hands began
to vigorously rub my smooth buttocks, kneading them into various shapes. He also slapped them from time to time. I
covered it up by talking loudly.

After he got tired of playing with my buttocks, the kid was attracted by the faint fragrance emanating from my cleft and genitals, and
his fingers began to "expand" inwards. Suddenly, his index finger unexpectedly poked deep into my cleft. I felt
a tingling sensation in my lower body and couldn't help but cry out "Ah!" Luckily, I quickly recovered and said that I had just seen
a large cockroach to cover it up, pretending to naturally lean forward to hide my swaying buttocks. My deep
cleavage and tender white breasts were thus exposed to the mayor and his son, as if I were seducing them.

Fortunately, the mayor was focused on counting the supplies the village needed, and his son was busy translating, so neither of them
noticed my cleavage. However, the two burly black guards nearby did not miss this visual feast.
Their small white eyes, hidden behind their black faces, were wide open, staring intently at my beautiful face, snow-white neck, and alluring
cleavage , their eyes blazing with desire, and their pants bulging with two large bulges.

Thankfully, after a short talk with the mayor, he left with his guards and son to inspect other areas, and the two
guards left reluctantly. I breathed a sigh of relief and was about to turn around to deal with the brat. But he also realized
his opportunity had passed and ran away in a flash. It seems that although he usually seems mentally challenged, he is also good at seizing opportunities.
I was left alone to wiggle my big buttocks and put on my pants. Looking in the mirror, I saw five or six red
handprints . Now my cleavage and buttocks were completely covered by the brat's fingers. What shamed me even more was that after his
hand left, I felt a faint emptiness in my buttocks.

From then on, the boy's lust for me intensified, and he approached me more frequently. I learned my lesson and
never acted alone again. At the same time, I grew tired of this situation and began plotting an excuse to
get rid .

Chapter Four

: Finally, I began my counterattack. I searched for an excuse to drive the boy away. Of course, I couldn't openly say that
he lusted after my body and had already touched my breasts and buttocks, otherwise I would
have no . I went to great lengths to find out that there was an orphanage in the provincial capital 300 kilometers away. But
my source also told me that the orphanage was secretly controlled by warlords and that they would regularly send orphans to the front lines to fight, and
many orphans had become cannon fodder. Given the current situation, the war was showing signs of spreading, and if the boy was sent there,
he would most likely never come back.

I grew up in a kind family and had never harmed anyone. After much internal struggle, I finally decided
to send away this little scourge that had been bothering me for days. So I had a talk with Charlie. I told him that the kid's health
had improved a lot since he first arrived, and our base wasn't suitable for a child's growth. Luckily, there was
an orphanage , so we could leave him there when we went there, which would be a way of settling things over. I deliberately concealed
the fact that he was involved with the warlord and the child soldiers, pretending not to know anything about it. If my teammates later discovered the truth about the orphanage, I could claim that I was
also kept in the dark. Charlie was busy clearing a nearby road for supplies and
didn't seem to care much about the kid, so he readily agreed to my proposal.

A weight lifted from my heart. I counted the days, the day I could get rid of the kid drew closer. Although
my conscience was prickling me more and more each day, the thought of finally getting rid of him still filled me with joy.

Three days before the boy was to be taken away, while I was inventorying the stock in the warehouse, David rushed over
and said, "Something terrible has happened! The child has collapsed in the yard!" I was shocked and immediately went with
David to check on him.

When we found the boy, Charlie had already carried him to a cot in the room. The nurse's
initial diagnosis revealed that the boy had contracted severe malaria from spending so much time shirtless in mosquito-infested areas. He was trembling
uncontrollably , sweating profusely, and delirious. The nurse said that with the current resources, they could only
alleviate his symptoms; whether he could survive was up to fate. With his life at stake, our group decided that
we would take turns caring for the boy 24 hours a day, and absolutely could not let him die under our care.

Fortunately, with careful care, the child's condition was brought under control and even showed signs of improvement.

One night, it was my turn to watch over the child. Seeing him, once so full of life, now so weak and frail,
his once dark face swollen and purplish, as if he had suffered terribly in hell, I felt a pang of pity, having never seen an
injured . I reached out and touched his forehead, finding it covered in fine beads of sweat. His entire body
was soaked. I was about to help him change his clothes.

It hadn't been my turn to change clothes before; this was the first time. I first removed his
shirt, then carefully unbuttoned his pants. Just as I pulled the pants down, a massive thing appeared before
my eyes. It had lost the imposing presence I had first seen it, lying
there , but its power remained. I couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion. This child's desire for me was purely human nature; any
normal man would feel it. Thinking back to my original plan to send him to serve as a child soldier for warlords, I felt
utterly wicked and certain I would face retribution. My hatred lessened considerably, replaced by
boundless pity and compassion.

A thought began to form in my mind: he might not live much longer anyway, and since the little devil had such a desire,
I should grant him this one time, within limits, as a small act of kindness.

With this thought, I reached out a slender hand and slowly grasped the dead snake. A feeling of fullness
washed over my palm. I gradually tightened my grip, fully experiencing the elasticity of the penis's walls. Then I shook this large,
fleshy rod, as if I were shaking a water pipe; it was much heavier than I had imagined,
requiring considerable effort from my slender wrist to move. I realized then that women are naturally interested in long, thin objects. Shaking the little devil's enormous penis like this gave me a strange sense of stimulation. I realized that the little devil must have felt the same way
about my breasts.
My hatred for the brat lessened somewhat.

Suddenly, the brat's penis responded to my teasing; I could feel
the blood rushing to it. Looking at the brat again, his ugly, repulsive face remained drowsy.
I continued shaking it: the fleshy strip had transformed into a penis, standing erect before me, emitting a faint stench from lack of
cleaning . Strangely, this stench didn't disgust me; instead, I felt it was
the proper smell of a man.

Then, curiosity compelled me to bring my pretty face close to the penis for a closer look. I had rarely seen
male genitalia, especially such a dark and enormous one. Looking at the thing in my hand, jet black and erect,
exuding an aura of majesty and strength, it emanated a completely opposite aura to its owner. I understood why
some worship male genitalia, even erecting huge statues in their honor. And, subconsciously
, I felt that only my proud, perky breasts could rival it.

After observing for a while, I couldn't help but slowly begin to stroke this big thing. Although my technique was very
clumsy, I could feel it becoming increasingly erect under my stimulation. I slowly stroked it for about five minutes, and
I began to feel some moisture on my fingers, probably some fluid secreted from the glans. I brought my fingers to
my nose and smelled them; they smelled incredibly fishy and foul, but I still couldn't help but stick out my tongue and lick my fingers covered in the fluid.
It tasted bitter and disgusting, and I was startled by my own actions.

Seeing that he was still unconscious, I reached back to continue stroking it. But this time I sped up and
observed with great interest the reaction caused by my increased speed. I saw the little devil's breathing become rapid, and his whole body
trembled slightly. Suddenly, I felt two or three streams of heat flow through the shaft in my hand holding the penis, and then it erupted like
a volcano . Because my hand was angled towards my face when it erupted, I couldn't dodge in time and was sprayed
with thick, fishy-smelling semen. The ejaculation was incredibly powerful; my forehead, eyes, nose,
cheeks , lips, and neck were all covered in a thick, milky-white semen. My entire face felt
the intense heat emanating from the semen; my eyes were squinting, and my tongue instinctively licked my lips, accidentally tasting some of the foul-smelling
semen. I hurriedly wiped the filth from my face, but a large amount of thick liquid then flowed down my cleavage,
dripping onto my ample breasts. I quickly grabbed a dry cloth to wipe myself clean, the scene quite embarrassing. In the chaos,
I glanced at the little devil and was surprised to find him seemingly grinning at me with his eyes open. When I looked again,
he was back to his previous unconscious state.

Chapter Five:

Since the little black devil fell ill, I never dared to mention sending him to the orphanage again. The others
gradually forgot about it, each busy with their own tasks.

Although I still loathed the little black guy, ever since I witnessed his penis up close, personally released a large amount of his
semen, and was subjected to a torrent of facial ejaculation from him, I inexplicably felt closer to him.

The little guy, having grown up in harsh conditions, had a strong immune system and was gradually
recovering . I also began to deliberately keep my distance from him, trying to let the male team members take care of him. However, whenever the male
team members cared for him, he would deliberately feign a loss of appetite and pretend to cough. When it was my turn to care for him, he would
have a hearty appetite and seem quite cheerful. Of course, this didn't escape the other team members' notice, and they started making
fun of it. But if they knew what had happened between us, they probably wouldn't be laughing.

Thus, this damned little guy became an inescapable, persistent nuisance.

A few days later, we received a letter from the mayor, inviting us to a party. We heard that leaders from several nearby towns and local gentry would be attending. Naturally, we wouldn't miss this opportunity
to strengthen our relationship with the local people . On the day of the banquet, we all wore the most formal clothes we could find. I did too. The moment my teammates saw me, they were stunned, saying I looked like a fairy descended from heaven; I just smiled in response. The gathering was at the mayor's house, a small villa from the colonial era. Although its structure was very simple, it was enough to evoke a sense of home for me. Time had stained the originally white marble with brown spots, but it also gave it a more antique feel. The attendees were all well-dressed, clearly people of some importance. The sociable Charlie pulled the mayor's son aside, asking him to introduce each important person. In comparison, the other two and I seemed completely lost, standing there dumbfounded. Just then, a muscular black man in camouflage walked towards me, flashing me a toothy smile. I looked at his appearance...

He looked somewhat familiar, but I couldn't quite place where I'd seen him before. He greeted me warmly, and I could only
politely reply in the local dialect I'd just learned. He raised his glass, offered it to me, and gestured for me to take it.
Out of politeness, I took the glass and took a sip. I'm not a big drinker, and
I only took that sip out of respect for him. The drink tasted strange as soon as it entered my mouth. I immediately put the glass down, and upon
closer realized it was the mayor's guard who had stalked me last time. Seeing his wicked grin, I cursed inwardly,
"Bastard, you dared to drug my drink, trying to take advantage of me!" I quickly grabbed David beside me and hurried
away from the ill-intentioned guard

. Although I'd only taken a sip, the drug had already taken effect. David, caught up in
the party atmosphere, didn't notice my strange expression and even said to me, "Beautiful lady, would you like to dance with me
?" I had no energy for him; all I wanted was a quiet place to rest for a moment. So
I made an excuse and hurried to the restroom.

On the way, I caught a glimpse of the two guards following me not far away. I
quickened my pace and entered the women's restroom, locking the door behind me. Under the influence of alcohol and drugs, I felt weak.
I leaned on the sink, panting heavily, wanting nothing more than to lie down and rest. Looking at my beautiful face and
hot , I thought, how could I possibly lose myself to these two crude and lowly African guards? I wanted to find Charlie and my teammates,
but I knew those two men were already waiting outside the restroom, and if I went out in this state, I would surely
meet with bad consequences. I looked around and was pleasantly surprised to see a large window in the restroom—a stroke of luck!
I imagined myself as a female agent and climbed out of the window. However, my movements were clumsy, and worse
, my large breasts got stuck. Finally, with great effort, I managed to break free and roll into
the bushes . I quickly took off my high heels and stumbled through the garden behind the restroom. Reaching the back door, I realized my
disheveled state: my evening gown was crumpled and dusty from struggling out,
the collar pulled loose and about to fall; my black stockings were torn by twigs. I couldn't
go back to find my teammates; it would only bring shame to the team. I decided to return to base first. Dressed like this, I couldn't
take I had to take a shortcut. I walked cautiously, my heart pounding, but thankfully I didn't encounter any
bad people

. As I locked the base gate, I finally breathed a sigh of relief. Then, without even changing my clothes, I
lay down the bed to rest, because I simply couldn't go on. On the soft bed, I closed my eyes peacefully.

Chapter Six.

But just as I was celebrating my escape, in the silence, I heard a series of familiar barefoot sounds
approaching . My heart skipped a beat: I had completely forgotten about that kid, and I was so exhausted I forgot to lock the door.
Immediately afterward, I felt the mattress shake, and the little devil climbed on top of me with practiced ease. I groaned in despair: I'd just escaped one danger
only to fall into another.

Although I was still somewhat conscious, the full effects of the drug had numbed my body , rendering me
immobile. Seeing that I didn't move, he dared not make a move either. But having succeeded a few times before, he was craving more;
and the allure of my body was simply too great. He even dared to turn on the room light first, to observe
further . On the bed lay a voluptuous body, irresistible to any man.
He tentatively pulled down my already loose evening gown. The expensive silk dress was easily ripped off and
tossed onto the floor like trash. My full breasts sprang out, and apart from
the black stockings still on my legs, I was completely naked before him. I tried to resist, but
my feeble resistance only exposed my weakness.

Although I was anxious, I could do nothing and could only let him do as he pleased. I thought of David's elaborate efforts
to please me, only to be met with a cold, indifferent face; and of the two guards' elaborate schemes to drug me, only to
have this brat benefit from it – something they probably never imagined. The brat, having tested me, knew that I,
naked , was now his prey. This time, he was experienced and pounced on my breasts like a hungry tiger.
He was no longer content with merely playing with them with his hands; instead, he greedily licked and sucked my large breasts. I could feel
his sparse teeth and his tongue swirling around my nipples. He sucked on my breasts from left to right,
from , for a full fifteen minutes. When he finally removed his mouth, my breasts were covered
in his disgusting saliva.

After fondling my breasts, he could no longer restrain himself. He impatiently unzipped his shorts, and his erect
penis reappeared before me. I closed my eyes tightly, thinking, "This moment has finally come. Am I really going to
be raped by this little black devil?" But for the next few minutes, the little devil didn't make a move! I secretly
opened my eyes and found that his expression had changed from excitement to confusion. I thought about it and couldn't help but laugh in surprise: it turned out he
didn't know how to mate with a woman! A large penis stood erect aimlessly, anxiously waiting for its master's
instructions . So I breathed a sigh of relief and began to despise this inexperienced little devil. At the same time, I hoped that my teammates would
come back to the rescue as quickly as last time.

But the little devil seemed to have seen through this. He began to jump and
growl , as if he wanted me to teach him what to do next. At first, I closed my eyes and ignored him. But
later, his cries became as shrill and terrifying as the howl of a jackal, and his eyes began to bulge and become bloodshot.
Then, he began to slap my buttocks hard, like slapping me. After a few crisp sounds, my
snow-white buttocks were covered with many small red handprints. Under his repeated blows, I felt pain and
fear. I was afraid he would really hurt me. I tried several times to help him masturbate, but my arms were too
weak .

Under his violent coercion, I was left with only one choice: to teach him how to have sex with a woman, and to "teach" him with my
vagina. I comforted myself: it's just the two of us here, I won't say anything, and he can't
communicate , so who would know? Thinking back to how he had already played with my breasts and buttocks, how I had masturbated him while he was sick
, and how he had even given me a facial, it seemed that fate had ordained that the next step was to give my whole body to him.
Thinking this, I sighed and closed the last line of defense in my heart.

So I reached out my right hand, grabbed his penis, and guided it towards my vagina, while simultaneously using all my strength to form an M-shape...
I spread my legs wide, my left hand gesturing to him, "Insert it here," towards my vulva. I
felt utterly ashamed: my actions resembled those of a wanton woman actively seducing him to have sex with me, rather than a
victim of rape. Even if we went to court later, he might still be innocent. Seeing that I was "obedient," he
knew that spanking had successfully tamed this proud female before him, and let out a satisfied howl like a male dog.

Under the "guidance" of my hands, he quickly realized that my vulva and his penis were connected. But
he didn't rush to insert; instead, he curiously observed my honeypot. The pink flesh and the alluring scent
of the dark opening held immense attraction for him. He tentatively poked my tender vulva with his finger, and I immediately
let out a sensitive moan. The intense shame and the teasing of his finger quickly made my honeypot wet. The little
black devil looked at his thick penis again, then at the entrance; even an idiot would know what to do now.

So he first grasped his penis with one hand, and with the other hand he held my thigh, and then… then
suddenly thrust in with all his might. Because of his precise positioning, and because I was already in
an M-shape where it was easy to penetrate, plus my vagina was already wet, this thrust went all the way in. I couldn't help but
scream loudly because of the pain. The kid's face showed a look of heavenly pleasure, obviously he was experiencing extreme pleasure.

There was no need for my guidance afterward, his male instincts already told him what to do next. He
began to thrust rhythmically. However, because he was kneeling behind my legs when he was fucking me, although his penis was huge,
half of it was still outside because of the position, so the force was not very strong, and I did not feel severe pain from
the penis going in too deeply. He quickly discovered this. Even I, as the victim, had to
admit that he seemed to be very talented in this kind of thing, you could say he was self-taught. I saw him
get off the bed with intense lust, his hands went around my legs, and with a strength that I don't know where his small body came from, he forcefully dragged me to
the edge of the bed. I was dragged along like a large white fish. After one round of dragging, he lifted my buttocks like a puppeteer
, my full thighs, still clad in black stockings, dangling off the bed, my vulva facing
him, right on the edge of the bed. During this, he didn't forget to slap my buttocks hard a few more times, reminding me to
listen obediently;

once he was all ready, he stood at the edge of the bed, using my thighs as a fulcrum, eagerly
resuming his pleasure with his prey. He began a new round of thrusting, the new position allowing his entire massive penis to penetrate me
without reservation , sending waves of burning pain through my lower body. I groaned in agony, twisting my large buttocks
trying to escape the invasion of his huge black penis, but to no avail. The brat fucked me faster and faster,
the impact of his body against my thighs producing a huge, shameful "slap, slap" sound. I could only close my eyes and wait for it all
to end . Then, a stark contrast appeared in the room: on a soft, wide mattress, a thin,
dark- boy was vigorously having sex with a much larger white woman in front of him. The woman's full breasts
swayed rhythmically up and down with the vibrations, alluring and eye-catching.

He continued like this for ten minutes. Although the little black boy's large penis was hard, because it was his first time experiencing pleasure, and with
my vagina tightly enveloping him, he was about to lose control. Just as he was about to thrust, I also
felt an unprecedented wave of pleasure wash over me. A current suddenly flowed through my entire body. I couldn't help
but moan, "Ah! Harder, it feels so good!" All my muscles tensed, and my vagina
gripped , my body instinctively preparing for fertilization.

But my not-yet-completely-extinguished rationality made me shout, "No... don't ejaculate inside!" But after saying that,
I realized that the little boy didn't understand English at all. The little black guy gripped my thigh tightly, thrusting in and out with all his might
for the last few moments. His large, black penis throbbed violently inside me, ejaculating several streams of hot semen
into my body without reservation—a considerable amount. As he ejaculated, my vagina instinctively contracted,
thirstily absorbing his virgin semen, causing his penis to continue being drained of
more semen even a full minute after he ejaculated.

I could clearly hear him excitedly shouting in the local language at the moment of his climax: "Fuck you to death, you white
bitch! Fuck you to death, you white bitch!"

Such humiliation, the intense pain after the pleasure subsided, and the fear of being ejaculated inside almost made me faint.

Chapter Seven

After finishing, the little guy ran off as usual, but this time, he was filled with a tremendous
sense of conquest and satisfaction. I waited another half hour before the drug's effects gradually wore off. Those thirty minutes felt like
three years of waiting, and I was actually glad that my teammates hadn't returned and hadn't witnessed such a humiliating and embarrassing scene. Once I
could move my limbs freely, I immediately got out of bed and ran to the bathroom.

I vigorously dug into my genitals and rinsed them with tap water; a large amount of semen flowed from between my full, hairless
labia . I thought that if I had been raped by those two guards, their semen probably wouldn't have been
this much. I spent almost an hour vigorously washing myself, trying to wash away the shame, but it
was impossible. Then I dragged my numb body back to my room and
fell asleep in extreme exhaustion, shame, and worry.

When I woke up the next day, it was almost ten o'clock. The captain and the team members were still talking incessantly about the strange stories they had heard at
the banquet . But they would never have imagined that their revered female team member
had been defiled by a little black man the night before.

Before I could even think about how to face the little black man in the future, Charlie called an emergency meeting.
It turned out the organization had allocated us a new batch of supplies, and because of the large quantity, we all had to go to the provincial
capital, the only city within a few hundred kilometers with an airport, to receive them.

This created a problem with where to put the little black boy: we couldn't possibly take him with us; and the neighbors all
believed he was the embodiment of evil and refused to take him in. Finally, we had to beg the boy's biological parents.

His parents lived in a nearby village, among the lowest-class herders. They lived with their livestock in self-built mud houses
. The houses reeked, and you could easily step in animal excrement. Our captain, Charlie, and I had to cover
our noses with cloths before we dared to go in.

Although the local culture valued bloodline, his parents were extremely disgusted with their only son
. We spent nearly two hours pleading and cajoling, promising to take him back when we returned, and even...
They gave them a lot of water and food before they reluctantly agreed to let the little devil stay. The little devil returned to his original home.
Knowing he wouldn't have a good ending, he cried out like a normal child for the first time. I listened and felt a pang of pity.
Finally, we hardened our hearts and left without looking back, pretending not to hear the little black devil's howls behind us.

After settling other trivial matters, we set off from Monkey Town for the provincial capital, hundreds of kilometers away. In the provincial capital, we
began busy work. In addition to taking over supplies, we were also busy improving the local, appalling sanitation conditions.
Two months passed quickly.

However, I gradually discovered a disturbing fact: my period hadn't come!

I estimated that the day the little black devil raped me was exactly my ovulation period. Coupled with my final
orgasm , it greatly increased the chances of ovulation that night, and the little black devil ejaculated so much inside me. Even
a boy that age is capable of impregnating me. Due to the limitations of medical conditions, finding an emergency contraceptive was
impossible. I naively fantasized that I could wash away the semen with water... but I never expected this.

With a heavy heart, I bought a pregnancy test.

...

When I saw the two clear white lines on the test, I almost fainted: I was pregnant with that little black devil's
child!

My first thought was to abort the bastard, but that violated Christian
doctrine . Besides, abortion would harm my body...I might never be able to have children again.

After tormenting me for several days, I finally made up my mind: before the fetus was fully developed, I would abort
the bastard . We were going back soon, and I decided that once we got back, I would get an abortion by any means necessary.

On our way back to Monkey Town, we heard shocking news on the radio:
two warlords near Monkey Town were at war, and Monkey Town, located on the edge of the war zone, had been looted by marauding soldiers and was now reduced to
rubble .

Only after learning that the defeated soldiers had gone far away did we rush back to Monkey Town.

Passing by the village where the little devil lived, we found that the entire village had been burned down, believed to have been looted by marauding soldiers who
then set the village ablaze. All I could see were ruins. The stench of burning corpses filled my nostrils. We searched the site of
what used to be the boy's house and found his and his parents' charred remains. His parents' remains were
entwined, both dead. The boy's remains, however, lay huddled in a corner, burned to a crisp. His parents
had even abandoned him in their death.

This scene filled me with a complex mix of emotions. I stared at his body, thinking:

Is this the same charred remains of the one who raped me that night?

Is this the same charred remains of the one who got me pregnant?

The boy who violated me, who caused me so much pain, is dead just like that?

Two months ago he was full of life, how could he be dead so suddenly?

Looking at the desiccated corpse before me, I could no longer hate the boy; instead, I felt boundless pity for his fate
. Alas, in chaotic times, human life is as insignificant as an ant. Now that the dead cannot be brought back to life, we only realize how precious things are when they are lost.
I even started to miss the little black man's bizarre behavior, his ugly appearance, and the undeniable
pleasure of being brutally fucked by his huge penis.

Just then, we encountered an old woman scavenging among the ruins of the fire, and we went up to ask
what had happened to the village. Her account was pretty much what we expected: the village had been looted and burned down.

I quickly asked her about the little black man and his family. David said sourly, "That little black man
is dead, why are you so concerned about them?" I rolled my eyes at him and ignored him.

The old woman sighed, "Alas, how pitiful. This family had only one son for three generations, and the couple had never had a son, which made them
very anxious. In their old age, they went to a famous witch doctor nearby to pray for a son. Sure enough, they received a son.
But unexpectedly, he was the incarnation of a demon. And that little devil is already dead. It seems this family is doomed to die out."

Hearing the words "die out," my heart skipped a beat. She was wrong; I was carrying this family's
child . This family wasn't doomed! Their "capable" son had successfully
mated ! Was it all fate?
Was I destined to carry on the family line for this Black farmer? I unconsciously touched my stomach. Now, the only thing I could
do for this unfortunate family was to preserve their lineage.

Having decided to give birth to this bastard, I subconsciously considered the little Black man my husband. I asked my teammates to help me
bury his and my parents' charred remains, while simultaneously contemplating my future.

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