Date: Fri, 13 Feb 2015 16:37:34 +0200 From: Dampies Dampis Subject: Sheep in Wolf's Clothing-16 Please consider donating to nifty! feedback: dampies1960@gmail.com ------------------------ Vosloo felt icy fear grip his guts. He knew for sure his goose was cooked, but he wasn't going to go down without a fight. He felt the muscle in the arm that he thought was Jordaan's, bunch up and before he knew it he was encircled in a viselike grip that threatened to crush the life out of him. Instinct drove him to first pull away his head from the mouth that spoke the threatening words that still played in his ear, and then return it to deliver a terrific blow, which must have broken something judging by the crack he felt on impact. He saw stars in the intense dark and was himself momentarily stunned, but not enough to wait around. There was no exclamation from his attacker, not even a grunt, and he silently marveled at the fact that the hold on him hadn't even flinched at the impact. He had a pretty good idea who his assailant was, so he knew he didn't have a lot of time. He didn't know if he should fear for his life, or if he was about to be raped. The words *`own medicine'* and *`your ass is mine' *echoed in his mind and he knew what was in store for him. He didn't wait to find out and knowing a bit about hand-to-hand combat from his army training he didn't try to resist the grip of his assailant. Rather, even sitting as he was, he dropped his weight by trying to slide off the side of the bed that he found himself on. Dimly he was aware of the pandemonium that reigned in the room around him, the men who were compos mentis enough to notice that night had suddenly fallen, beginning to break out of their drug-induced states enough to kick up a ruckus. Some were oblivious to the pandemonium, still lolling between sleep and wakefulness, but the more alert among them were trying to get to a light switch, or the DB board, where perhaps a switch had tripped to produce the impenetrable darkness. Nobody was aware that Vosloo had managed to slip out of his attacker's grip and was trying to disappear under the nearest bed to make his escape to safety somewhere, far away from the leering hatred that he had seen in his anonymous attacker's eyes. Vosloo was on his back where he had landed after sliding off the bed and out of his "suitor's" unwelcome embrace. He held onto the side of the metal bed frame and reached under the bed to try and grip onto the springs to drag himself out of reach. To his relief he caught hold of something and didn't hesitate to pull his weight between the legs of what he could only assume was the giant who promised vengeance for his attack on Bennie. Relief was beginning to cautiously flood through him when he felt a hand on his ankle, the grip instantly settling into a steely grasp that resisted his efforts to escape and rapidly started to reverse his direction with what must be superhuman strength. Panic was beginning to build in the room as the inmates stumbled around looking for relief from the thick blackness, and this only dimly mirrored the dread that took hold of Vosloo's heart. "Come to me pretty boy," a mock-friendly voice cajoled just loud enough for him to hear. He could feel himself being dragged inexorably back in the direction he came from and he could feel the steely grip of his assailant even through the cuff of the army boot that he wore. Frantically he clung to the springs of the army bed that he managed to snag in the dark and he could feel the steel cut into his palms as the brute hauled him back where he had come from. With an animal roar that got lost in the mayhem reigning in the room his attacker first shoved him back in the direction he had been trying to escape in, and when Vosloo lost his grip in shock, immediately he was summarily towed out from under the bed. His breath left his body in a gasp as the solid block of muscle that was his executioner dropped onto him. He felt helpless as his hands were grasped in one colossal paw and forced above his head, while his knees were forced open by the tree trunks that passed for legs. The voice that spoke in his ear at normal volume was lost in the thunder of the panic that was rapidly escalating into full-scale bedlam, but Vosloo heard every word. "This is what Pretorius felt like when you tried to rape him, Vosloo. Except he doesn't have feet, so he couldn't run away. Do you still feel so brave now, like such a strong man, huh?" Vosloos struggled with all his might but he couldn't as much as slide his hands out of the steely grip of his attacker by an inch. To his utter dismay he couldn't force his knees together and he felt the other hand of the giant grip the worn material of the brown overall between his legs more or less where his asshole was, and with a superhuman yank, tear it open. He tried to shout but there was so much noise that he wasn't heard. He bucked his hips up, hoping to dislodge his rapist, but the man must have been twice his weight. He felt the huge hand pull his underpants to the side roughly and dread rose to the surface of his mind like oil in water. He began to cry and redoubled his efforts to dislodge the man but only succeeded in winding himself. He felt a rough finger thrust at where his anus nestled and pain shot through his vision lighting the darkness inside his head like a comet. "That's only the start, *little man*, there are much bigger things to come," the voice growled, and a satanic chuckle tickled his ear. His legs were still splayed open by the huge thighs and knees of the man who was determined to tear him open like a ripe peach. Horror blossomed in his gut as a furtive fumbling in his nether regions developed into the blunt nudging of what felt like a truncheon at his clenched back door. "Relax and enjoy it, Vosloo, `cos if you don't it's going to hurt. A lot." In spite of his best efforts he felt the thick appendage breach the outer defenses of his buns and he knew that he'd been given good advice. He'd read that tension made matters worse so he stopped struggling and focused on submitting to what he numbly now knew to be an inevitability. "Thaaat's a good boy, let me into your hidey hole little mouse-man," the voice oiled its way in to his ear as he felt his anus stretch impossibly. Bizarrely the phrase `take it like a man' floated into his mind and instinctively he pushed against the intruder with his sphincter. In a last-ditch to stave off the unavoidable humiliation, at a moment when the surrounding chaos momentarily quieted to a dull roar, Vosloo called out the name of the only person he knew could help him. He put all his fear and pain into it as a cock the size of a bazooka slid into him and his mind exploded into a universe of stars. *"JORDAAN!!" * Too late a giant paw closed over his mouth any stifled any other cries for help. ----------------- Ben Jordaan was trying his best to make sense of what happened once the room was plunged into darkness. In good old farmer fashion he stood still and waited for his eyes to grow accustomed to the stifling blackness the descended like a blanket of pitch. Since the windows were blacked out too, once the lights failed there was little ambient light that could alleviate the total murkiness of the space he found himself in. Slowly he saw that some indistinct shapes were discernible as the cacophonous clamor of the panic-stricken inmates escalated. Because he was more or less the only person in the room that wasn't rushing somewhere in abject terror, more than once he was in a collision path with some terrified young soldier. He wondered where Vosloo had disappeared to, because once the lights went out he didn't hear or see him. As he thought of the officer he felt a distinct sense of unease pervade his senses and he tried to relax and disentangle the confused threads of noise that were the most colorful aspects of the room at the moment. Because everybody that spoke was in a panic, when he heard a voice that spoke in a normal tone, it stood out, not only because it contrasted with the other voices in the room, but also because it was a very low tone that he recognized from having heard it earlier when he met the puzzling giant who'd accused Vosloo of raping Bennie. Because of the racket he couldn't hear what it said but it wasn't far away from him, and he slowly turned to face the direction that it came from. He was poised for action. He made out an indistinct form on the floor in between the beds not far from him and when he distinctly heard his name, in the voice of Vosloo, shouted in obvious terror, he launched himself in that direction hoping to God that he'd calculated correctly. He knew he had when he landed squarely on what could only be described as a mountain of muscle. He heard a `huff' as the air escaped from somebody as they were winded, but he suspected it wasn't the man directly under him. On the contrary, the latter didn't seem to take much notice as he continued what he was clearly doing before as the contractions in his hips and the obvious thrusting evidenced. Fighting blind, Ben followed the left arm upwards to find where it held the arms of the victim captive. Jordaan's suspicions of a rape in progress were confirmed. He applied his not inconsiderable strength, using both hands, to release Vosloo's arms from the vise-like grip of the rapist. It took some effort, especially as the latter freed his hand from guiding his cock into Vosloo's ass, to resist Ben's attempts at liberation. Ben was riding the thrusting rapist like a bucking bronco because the combination of humping Vosloo and the efforts to dislodge Jordaan, worked in concert. When he felt the struggle start Vosloo tried to ignore the agony in his nether and hinter regions and redoubled his efforts to aid in his freedom, and in a few seconds he succeeded. He immediately applied both his hands and arms to try and push the aggressor off him, but Ben unwittingly made that impossible for him, since he was now trapped under the weight of not one, but two giants. To his incredible relief he felt the truncheon sized cock of his giant abuser slip out of him and he was tempted to just lay there as release from the blinding agony washed over him, but he knew he didn't have the time. While he had been impaled with his arms above his head he had felt the side of a bed frame and he reached out for this and pulled with all his strength, trying to slide out from under the giant, who was now occupied in trying to fight Ben off. For a brief moment their struggle lifted some of their combined weight off him and with a superhuman effort born out of pain, fear and desperation, Vosloo managed to slide out from under the struggling men. Once he was free of all impediment he turned onto his stomach and leopard crawled quite a distance away from his captor, encountering more than one alarmed soldier on the way. When he finally felt he had put enough distance between him and his rapist he stood up between two beds, just as the lights came up. The scene of chaos and pandemonium that greeted his eyes mirrored the panic and terror that still thrashed in his breast. As soon as his eyes grew accustomed to the bright fluorescent lighting, he caught sight of Ben, pinning down the giant who had partially raped him, with his tree stump of an arm twisted behind his back. Jordaan had his knee in the middle of the man's back and the latter finally stopped struggling to allow Ben to wrench him roughly to his feet. Two MPs who had just that moment appeared, as the door was unlocked, quickly made their way over to the pair and Ben quickly explained that he had interrupted the still nameless man while he was busy raping Vosloo. While one MP held the rapist at gun point, the second made his way to Vosloo. "Is it true that that soldier was raping you?" Without a word Vosloo turned around and pulled aside the brown overall to reveal the trail of blood that was trickling down his inner thigh from his anus. "Shit! Yup, he's been raped, alright," he shouted over at the other MP who promptly handcuffed the giant and shoved him towards the door. "What the fuck's wrong with you, you stupid cunt?" he shouted at Jordaan. "I hear the guy he tried to rape is your boyfriend. You should have done the deed yourself!" he shouted as he was ushered out of the door. His shouts continued as he was escorted down the passage. "Come with me, you need to see a medic," the other MP ordered Vosloo, who cast a grateful look at Jordaan, and obeyed the MP and followed him out of the door. Jordaan just nodded at him, his face grim. He wondered if he shouldn't have left the officer to be ravaged as he had intended to do to his Bennie, but he knew that he didn't believe anybody deserved that. He would have to deal with Vosloo in his own way. ----------------- Please consider donating to nifty! feedback: dampies1960@gmail.com