Story Synopsis: Sara Kraft hires a team to guide her through the jungles of africa in order to find the Sacred Stone of Jahma. She manages to keep a journal of her adventures along the way....

Hike TO HELL

by

SGTSMILEY
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July 14th: I met my team for the first time today. They all seemed very happy to meet me, I guess my reputation as an archaeologist has preceded me. Ive hired 15 total, 4 guides, and 11 laborers to carry supplies and set up camp along the way. They are all Kenyans, so we should blend in with the natives easily. We will be hiking throught th forests of Kenya, and should take about 12 days to reach the Temple of Jahma. Although we are travelling a long distance, all the added help should make the trip more comfortable, as the men are carrying my clothes, food, and tent.

Sara Kraft's tits were the first thing the men noticed about her. The second was her ass in those skimpy shorts, and the 3rd was the ridiculous amount of supplies she had brought. She introduced herself to each member of the team. Her tight green tank top barely containing her 40DD boobs. Her khaki shorts came below her ass and were so tight, you could tell she had no underwear on. Her brown hair was tied into a long ponytail, and she immediately began shouting orders.

She was gorgeous, but she was a slavedriver, and most of the men had heard what a bitch she was to work with. But she paid well, and no one could argue with that.

July 17th: We've been on the road several days and the trip is wonderful! Ive had the men erect a shower and boil hot water for me to bathe in every night, and the sights are amazing!! My tent is extremely spacious and even have one man carry some rugs for me to lay down on the floor. A few of the guides tried to advise me to take the long way around Kamanji mountain.....but I knew they wanted to extend the trip to get paid more. What kind fool do they think I am!! They said there are "guerillas" in the path through the mountains. Ive been to the zoo before and Ive seen gorillas...and I dont think any of them will give me and my .45s trouble! Needless to say, Ive taken over as lead navigator.....

It was late at night and Sara had been asleep for hours. The men sat around their small fire and ate what little rations they had and bickered. Hiking through Kamanji mountain was a death sentence, the guerillas up there were ruthless. Some of the elder guides tried to calm the men down....where else would they make a years salary in one month....they had to risk it....and it wasnt too bad walking behind Sara's ass all day. Conversations of her body lightened the mood and the men talked about her for a little while longer before heading to bed.


July 28th: Our progress has been slowed....a giant rainstorm has soaked the forest and I've had to let the men stay in my tent due to the torrential rain. I didnt want to, but I cant have 15 men with pneumonia hinking with me. This tent was spacious for 1 person but crowded for 16....one of the men kept rolling over on top of me during the night. I had to cut his rations as punishment.

July29th: Remind me to fire my personnell advisor......whoever picked these whiny losers as hired help is an idiot! They complain all day about not having enough food, and not being warm enough, and then I caught 3 of them peeking through my tent at me while I showered!!!! They saw my boobs, and my naked body. I threw on a dirty pair of shorts and shirt and yelled at them only to find out all of my clothes had been washed away in the rain a few days ago!

July 30th: This is an absolute disgrace, None of the men are listening to me anymore. Ive had to go get my shower water myself tonight and cook my own food. And no one is calling me Ms. Kraft anymore, they keep sayin "white meet" or something like that in African...Ill have to translate it sooon.

July 31st: The men have started eating my rations!! We will come upon a village tomorrow, so hopefully we can barter for some food. My day consists of carrying my own stuff and being groped. Day by day each man becomes more perverted. They say "white meet" and grab my ass....most of the men have smacked it throughout our hikes. Yelling at them does no good. And eveyr night while I am changing, I see the men peeking through my tent at me. This is an absolute wasted trip

August 2nd: The rain has forced the men to sleep in the ten with me again....during the night 2 of the men un buttoned my shorts and pulled my top over my tits...I stuggled but I could not beat the strength of two men. They molested me for hours. Digging their fingernails into my tits, calling me names...and kissing me. And I know they all heard it, but no one stopped them. Once we hit the village tomorrow I will abandon the men without pay for what they have done. I can do the rest of this on my own.

August 9th: If this entry does not make sense, its because I have been sobbing for hours. We have turned around and are heading back for home. I have given up on the jewels and after ransoming myself to the Guerilla leader at Mt. Kamanji, he has chartered a plane to fly me away.

We came upon the village around noon and everyone there was racked with diesease and starvation. The men immediately began handin out MY rations to the people of the village. I yelled at them and no one listened. So I began yanking the food away and one of MY HIRED HANDS slapped me.

I pulled out my .45s and fired a shot into the air...."You morons, listen up...Im paying you to get me to the Temple of Jahma, and you're gonna do it. You've done nothing but make excuses to sleep in my tent and molest me!" They all laughed at my comments and I fired another shot. They are lucky I didnt kill them.

Then another shot rang out....and I didnt fire it.

20 or so men walked out of the forest in response to the gunshots. All in jungle camoflauge...and each armed with AK-47s. A large man in black cammis approached me armed with only a pistol and knife.

"I am Koomba....leader of the militia of freedom fighters you see before you. Why are you taking food from these poor villagers??"

I explained to him, that it was my food, and I was hungry and I had paid for it.

He laughed at me......and this next section will be hard to write.

"HA, ha, ha......you look well fed to me," Koomba smiled as he grabbed one of Sara's gigantic boobs,"You look very nourished, like a well raised cattle." Koomba circled Sara, who stood still. He grabbed her ass through her skimpy shorts and pinched it. She let out a small squeal which made most of the men laugh.

"You are on my land.....my soil....and you are nothing but white meat. You are spoiled and selfish, like most of the white meat I run into. Look at my people!! They starve while you hire and use these men as paid servants for your leisure trips!

Koomba unsheathed his knife....."Drop your pistols bitch."

Sara dropped them, and Koomba sliced one strap of Sara's tank top and yanked it down, exposing one breast. It hung over the torn shirt which still covered the other breast.

He leaned over and cupped the titty with his strong dark hands and smiled......

Sara began crying, she just wanted to go home, just wanted to be safe...she was so scared
"Please don't......please stop...."

Koomba moved his lips towards her nipple and began sucking. The men of the village and the militia cheered..... "YOU STUPID BITCH!!!"...."THOSE SOME BIGASS TITTIIES!!"

Koomba stood up and yanked Sara's head back by her long pony tail...arching her back and forcing her boob to stand out even more....."FOR THE TIRED AND THE HUNGRY.....I give you nourishment!!!!"

First the elderly were walked out, then the women, then the militia and the hired help all had turns. Each man breast fed off of the largest tits they had ever seen. Man after man helped himself to the lucious white breasts of Sara Kraft and all she did was lay there and cry......

"YOU want to starve us!!!....You want to use us!!"

And the nipple biting started and most of the women of the village realized it was time to go.
A big titted white woman in the jungles of Africa was going to be raped....for a very long time.

This was not just any rape. Sara had been raped before......this was revenge rape....all the rage of being poor and starving and forgotten was taken out on her smooth white skin.

Koomba laid Sara across his knee and spanked her in front of the entire village. Sara bawled from the humiliation...."STOP THIS...STOP IT......YOU CANT TREAT ME LIKE THIS!!"

She was raped over and over again....While one man was fucking her pussy, three more would be slapping her tits around and pulling her hair....and the longer they went, the more sadistic they became.

Sara Kraft's world became a world of black cock. She choked on it and was forced to look up at her rapist while he laughed at her....."You stupid bitch....suck it, suck it while you're on your knees, you fucking slut." She swallowed load after load of cum.

Her body jiggled with each thrust....her ass shook violently as each hand stuck it with full force...hoping to cause as much sting on her white skin as possible.

She was tied up and a leash was put on her, so that each man could lead her around as he pleased.

Sara cried as she was walked from tent to tent, on all fours..."I AM NOT A DOG!! STOP THIS!!"

She was led to Koomba's tent, where while he bent her over and fucked her doggystyle, Sara promised 80% of her holdings to Koomba and his village in exchange for the rapes to stop.

Koomba agreed to think about it and tossed her to his militia to have fun with for the next several days.

Sept 12th: If you notice the handwriting is a little different, well its because its me Koomba......Sara's mansion is wonderful....and Ive been enjoying all the wonders of the rich life..Nice cars....nice food...maids....and more white women....Dont worry, I didnt go back on my deal...I just figured since Sara liked Africa so much, Id let her stay there a little longer and help with the work of all the new crops and farming equipment ive bought for my village. Thanks Bitch!