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An Arrest in Western Africa
The 4-door, double-cab green Land Rover Defender pick-up bounded down the bumpy dirt road at a high speed. It had the words ‘NATIONAL GENDARMERIE’ emblazoned in bright red on either side. The vehicle was being driven at a high speed by Senior Corporal (Sr Crpl) Essa Kinte. Beside the driver was platoon supervisor, Staff Sergeant (Stf Sgt) Boto Sowe. In the modified truck bed the recent Academy graduate, Corporal (Crpl) Gibril Ndaw, was manning the mounted DShK heavy machine gun. He was the tallest of the three men on this mission.
The men were heading to the small village of Wactu located in the Province of Ouadaoua, Botangan Republic.
The Botangan Republic, commonly called Botanga, is a country in Western Africa. It is situated along the Gulf of Guinea with a population of just over six million. The economy is highly agricultural with its main exports being coffee, palm oil, and cocoa beans. There are numerous gold mines throughout the nation, In the two major metropolitan areas, there is a burgeoning information services industry.
The Botangan Republic was formed in 1959 when British rule ended in the Protectorate of East Botanga. East Botanga merged with the former French colony of West Botanga to create a unified nation.
Botanga’s head of state and government is His Excellency President Sherif Jagne. He has been in power since 1999. His electoral victories are shrouded with corruption and conjecture. He resides at the Presidential Palace on the outskirts of Korogara, the capital.
In Botanga, the duties of policing are split between two separate forces: the Republic Police Force and the National Gendarmerie.
The Republic Police Force of Botanga is based in Korogara and has jurisdiction in the two main metropolitan areas. RPF falls under the purview of the Ministry of the Interior. It is headed by Prime Constable Kabir Uster, a relatively progressive man who instituted the concept of community policing. He went to university in England and returned home to make a difference. He works hard to fight corruption.
The National Gendarmerie is tasked with maintain law and order in the rural portions and borders of Botanga. It is housed under the Ministry of Defence and is militaristic in nature. The top dog of the Gendarmerie is Supreme Commandant Malamin Marong. He is an authoritarian boor that believes in squashing his detractors quickly and forcefully. He commands the group that polices nearly 90% of Botanga’s territory. He is based at the staff headquarters in Guikoro. He loves young women and booze. Though he has been married for 30 years, he usually has some fresh faced beauty in his bed while his wife remains in Korogara.
Rolling up to Marong is also the Presidential Security Guard. Its chief is Colonel Bassirou Dione. As a subset of the elite and highly capable gendarmerie, they are considered the best of the best. Col Dione’s team provides protection for the country’s leader, his family, and residences.
The pick-up truck made a sharp turn.
“Fuck,” yelled Stf Sgt Sowe.
Sr Crpl Kinte chuckled, “Sorry, sir!”
“I’d like to get there in one piece!”
“I got you, sir!”
“We don’t get a bonus for arriving there faster.”
“Copy that, sir,” the absent-minded Kinte replied.
The warm mocha toned Sowe rolled his eyes. He had a thin moustache and stood about five-feet-eight-and-three-quarter-inches. Like most men in the Gendarmerie, he had fit, toned body. He was broader than most, but still met all the stringent physical and mental requirements. He was married with one son.
Stf Sgt Boto Sowe radioed back to the provincial HQ. He informed the operator that they had an ETA of approximately six minutes. The female dispatcher confirmed.
The woman rushed to the office of Brigadier (Brig) Babou Mbye, the NG’s commanding officer for the Province of Ouadaoua. She rapped loudly on the locked door.
“Hold up,” Brig Mbye admonished in a whisper. Then he yelled, “What?”
“The gendarmes are approximately six minutes away from the target, sir!”
“Good! Keep me posted!”
The woman returned to her station.
Brig Mbye stroked his meaty, 8½-inch cock and looked down at the big tittied European boi. “Suck it some more!” The brigadier had met the chubby sissy during a trip to Luxembourg where he had his secret bank accounts. He brought the effeminate bitch back with him to be his private secretary. “That feels good, faggit!”
The Land Rover came to a stop outside of the community clinic. There were c***dren playing soccer outside. They s**ttered at the sight of the armed vehicle. Sr Crpl Ndaw and Stf Sgt Sowe got out to head into the facility. They had on their signature red berets and dark green jumpsuit uniforms. Each man had a holstered standard issue full-size SIG Sauer P226 handgun. The junior man carried an H&K semi automatic rifle.
Boto Sowe burst through the door and yelled, “Kristian Hatch!”
The patients and volunteer staff all raised their arms. A thirty-something American nurse, trembled and said, “I’m Kristian Hatch.”
“I have a warrant here for your arrest,” Stf Sgt Sowe informed him.
“On what charges,” the Grambling State alumnus asked politely.
“Criminal indecency and improper medical practice.”
Kristian looked at a worker and calmly said, “Call Dr. Jackson.” He extended his hands so the gendarme could cuff him.
Kristian was led to the truck and placed in the fortified back seat.
Stf Sgt Sowe radioed back to HQ and informed the dispatcher that the suspect was in custody.
The woman went back to the brigadiers office. She knocked.
“Yeah,” the dark-skinned man barked.
“They have the suspect in custody, sir! They are en route to the holding facility.”
“Thank you, Sara! I’ll be out in a few!”
“Yes, sir,” she walked away.
“Give me that white ass, faggit,” howled Babou.
“Yes, Brigadier,” whined the boi toy.
“Oh yeah! This fag pussy is so good!”
“Fuck me, daddy,” the punk cried as his fleshy moobs bounced.
“Dammit, boi! Your ass feels good on my big Botangan dick!”
“Hell yeah! Fuck me, you African king!”
The sissy’s tiny clit leaked as Brig Mbye banged out the rotund ass cheeks. The man choked the blue eyed bottom bitch.
“Take all this big dick, slut,” ordered the high ranking officer.
“Yes, sir! Give it to me! I love it!”
“I know you do, faggit! You’re my pussyboi whore!”
“Yes, daddy! I’m all yours!”
“I want your fat faggit ass in high heels and heavy makeup tonight, bitch!”
“Your wish is my command!”
The brigadier nutted hard.
Kristian tried to remain calm. He knew he was being harassed by the gendarmes because he was working with women’s reproductive health and teaching sex education to youth. President Jagne’s conservative regime was opposed to both. Kristian was born and raised in New Orleans. After obtaining his B.S.N. from Grambling, he joined the Peace Corps. He moved back to the States after his two-year commitment and earned a master’s degree. He felt compelled to do more so he came to Botanga.
They arrived at a small earthen house. Inside, it was sparsely furnished with a few cheap chairs, a flimsy table, a rickety bed, There was a tiny kitchen and a pitiful excuse for a bathroom. Sr. Crpl Kinte threw the American on the bed. “You are an abomination,” he hissed.
“But,” Kristian started.
“Shut up,” he slapped the light-skinned effeminate foreigner.
“We’re gonna teach you a lesson,” growled the murky brown complexioned Crpl Ndaw.
“What,” stuttered the nurse.
“You heard me,” the least tenured member of the group shot back.
“It’s best you be quiet,” the staff sergeant interjected as he began to disrobe.
Gibril, Essa, and Boto all got naked. Then they ripped off Kristian’s clothing.
“Look at that pretty round ass,” remarked Stf Sgt Sowe.
“Built just like a bitch,” added Gibril.
“I’m fucking that ass first,” claimed the engaged Essa Kinte.
“Suck these dicks, sissy,” demanded Boto.
Kristian’s heart-shaped pink lips quivered. He opened his mouth. His slanted, coal-black eyes watered. He grabbed the dicks belonging to the tallest one and the one in charge. He put the other’s cock down his throat. He worked in a rotation amongst all three of them.
“This shit feels good,” confessed Crpl Ndaw.
Sr Crpl Kinta agreed, “Hell yeah!”
“This is going to be fun,” declared Stf Sgt Sowe.
Essa Kinte hauled Kristian up from the floor. He tossed him across the bed and stuck his 9-inch dick in the juicy booty.
Kristian screamed, “Owwwww!”
“Shut the fuck up,” barked Essa. “Take this dick!”
The middle ranking man plowed away pile driving the girly bottom boi. His medium-brown skin was sweating profusely from the stifling equatorial heat. He slammed in and out of the criminal pussy fairy.
Boto and Gibril were still feeding their dicks to Kristian.
After a few minutes, Boto got inside the open boipussy. He thrust his 9½ incher with great fury. He fucked Kristian relentlessly.
“Oh my god,” whimpered the fruity prisoner between sucking cocks.
“Give me this pussy hole, faggit,” Boto urged the punk.
“Yes, sir!”
“You’re one hot li’l sissy bitch! You got my dick brick hard, faggit!”
Stf Sgt Sowe’s hairy nutsack slapped against Kristian’s creamy taint.
“I want some,” announced Gibril. He moved beside his supervisor and waited for the nigga to get out of the way. He stroked his massive 10-inch dick. He went inside Kristian and expressed relief. “Fuck yeah, bitch!”
“You like this sissy boipussy, daddy,” checked the fuck doll.
“Hell yeah, baby! It’s so open and wet!”
Pffffffft. Pffffffft. Kristian’s pussy farted/.
Crpl Ndaw pulled out his long shaft. It was glistening from the the mixture of ass juices and pre-cum. He examined the gaping brown hole. “Look at that wide open faggy pussy, bitch!” He slapped the slut’s derriere and went back inside Kristian’s anus.
Sowe’s and Kinte’s dicks were both in Kristian’s mouth.
The gendarmes changed places repeatedly fucking the hell out Kristian.
A couple hours later, Kristian was spent. Nut was dripping from his puckered hole.
The men put back on the uniforms. Gibril handed the spent bottom a bottle of water.
Stf Sgt Sowe said, “We’ll be back to release you in the morning!”