EXTRACT FOR
The Sacrifice
(Kelly Addams)

Kenya squealed as she was dragged roughly from the cage where she'd been imprisoned with Megan. In the central clearing men prepared ropes and shinned up the tallest palms to pass the free ends through what looked like a series of pulleys.

They are going to hang me? Kenya had no idea how close to the truth she'd been, except they had no intention of hanging her by the neck.

The cords binding her ankles were freed, she kicked out savagely at the closest man catching him on the upper thigh. Stars spun inside her mind as her head snapped violently to the side, he hadn't slapped her in retaliation, he had given her a full blooded punch that threatened to break her jaw. The fight knocked out of her, Kenya sagged to the ground, and as her head spun slowly began to realise that they were securing a pair of ropes to her ankles.

The chief shouted an order that she couldn't understand, a second later and a group hauled on either rope, her legs lifted from the floor and spreading. Muscle and sinew strained as they hauled harder, the ropes, looped to trees on either side of her were not only lifting her from the ground by her ankles, they were also trying to pull her legs apart. A moment later and her neck bent, her shoulders still resting on the clearing floor, her lower half suspended and spread wide at just below waist height.

"Oh my God, please don't do that!" she moaned as she felt fingers parting her smooth ebony lips. Two fingers were joined by a third, roughly they were forced into her twitching cunt. A fourth spread her snatch even wider, she felt muscle straining, this was an insertion that was simply too big to handle.

"Please don't." she sobbed, then gurgled on the scream trapped in her throat as the whole hand was forced past her muscular resistance. Inside her tight cunt he formed a fist then looked across to the chief.

Kenya blinked the tears from her eyes then braced herself as she saw the headman nod.

The fist inside her punched hard and deep, she felt tissue and muscle tear, her head spun wildly as she gasped for breath. The balled fist pulled back until her vulva bulged as if about to split, then he punched again, his knuckles grinding against the dome of her cervix and sending a shower of piss into the air, a shower that was caught by a gentle breeze and deposited across her stomach, tits and face.

The chief barked another order and the fist was snatched cruelly free leaving her cunt stretched and gaping.

Her head still spinning Kenya suddenly realised that the men were binding her tits, one pulling hard on her thick nipple while another wrapped coils of cord tight around the base of her breast. The cords pulled tight and her saggy little hanger was suddenly plump and round, her tit flesh tight like a little brown balloon.

The process was repeated, and soon she appeared to have a couple of firm, small, fleshy globes attached to her chest.

Shit! She exclaimed silently as both were secured together leaving a loop between. A heavier rope was attached to the loop, and she set her jaw as the slack was taken up.

Her already deformed breasts pulled together as the rope became taut, the pressure increased as two men hauled slowly, she felt her chest straining as her shoulders broke contact with the ground, Kenya was being suspended now by her bound breasts... and the pain was intense.