Wrong Semester In Uganda (interracial gang-rape, oral, anal, deflowering)

Julia, Audrey and Samantha had been friends since kindergarten.

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Chapter 1 — A Peaceful Demonstration That Doesn’t End Well

At last, they were in Kampala, the capital city of Uganda, where they would spend one semester in Makarere University as part of an international student exchange program. They were a group of about 40 students from St. Solange College, mostly British and female, their ages ranging from 18 to 20. There were only 8 or 10 male students of the same age. This program was only available to students who would be 17 years old and up on the day of departure.

Julia, Audrey and Samantha had been friends since kindergarten. They had always lived in Leeds, until the three of them were admitted in that prestigious college that prompted them to move to London. All three had just completed their grade 12 and were entering a new passionate chapter of their late teenage years. You only live once!

Samantha was the smart one, wearing glasses; she has skipped a grade and has entered university at 17. Audrey had something exotic in her features, which came from her Greek grandmother. Julia was the easygoing extrovert with natural leadership, yet she had such a sweet-looking face that she still often got asked for her ID’s when buying beer.

They were all thrilled to live such an exhilarating experience! After the semester, they could stay for a few months of humanitarian work if they wished. In doing so, they would have a life-changing experience and contribute to make this world a better place. These students were mostly proud leftists that were keen on making a meaningful difference.

They all lived in a residence building on the campus. The semester had begun and their studies and other activities were going well. A few couples had formed between some of the lads and some ladies. There were also a few boy-boy and girl-girl relationships as well. Life was going swell for these left-leaning and social-justice-minded youths!

There were talks of organizing large-scale protests, as the local students wished to express en masse their disapprobation of the government’s decision to sharply increase the tuition fees. The British students were fully behind their African brothers and sisters, and they would join them in the peaceful march of demonstration. The government would listen, they thought. This wasn’t 1965 anymore!

It was sizzling hot in Kampala on that day. The students were all lightly dressed. They cheerfully walked through the campus to the meeting point. When they arrived at the place, they were quite surprised by the size of the security forces. There were hundreds of policemen, and there were even some military units!

One of the boys was growing very nervous. He said “Look, this isn’t London here! I have a bad feeling about this. I think we’d better go back.”
“Ooh, c’mon! answered Julia, you’re scared at nothing! Everything’s going to be fine!”

Other girls joined in and made fun of Martin. A few students returned to campus, including Martin (the boy who had spoken), but the vast majority of them stayed. Some of the girls took a look at the soldiers and the policemen… They looked so mean! They were getting a little nervous.

After about ten minutes into the crowded demonstration, some of the girls said they were heading back to campus as they were getting scared. The air was filled with some element of anticipated tension, even though the students calmly walked on in front of the riot police and military.

The girls started arguing. Some wanted to stay while many others were in favour of leaving…

A staccato of loud noises stopped their argument. They were launching gasses!!?? What!? The couldn’t believe it! The students were just walking peacefully!!!

Smoke started to sweep over the crowd. The air became a little stingy to breathe…

“Ok… Julia! Samantha! Audrey! Let’s go! Run!”

The girls started to run back to the campus, but the crowd was thick with students who also wanted to flee, and now the police and military were moving in!

They started hitting and beating the students!!! Those who fell down were seized and put in the trunks of a few military trucks that the Briton girls hadn’t noticed before. Now, they saw them all too clearly; the khaki vehicles were like some dangerous predators looming at a distance, ready to strike and grab their prey!

There were lots of policemen and soldiers!

Now the British students were scared out of their wits! They ran as fast as the pandemonium allowed them to! They kept running, but they began to see more and more greyish green uniforms IN FRONT OF THEM as well! Julia was panting amid the thick crowd. She felt her heart racing! What if she got caught?! She tried to relax. In the worst of the worst, she’d spend a couple of hours in detention and then, of course, they would release her unharmed…

They kept running, but most of them were beginning to be out of breath; the gas made it harder to breathe anyway. They slowed down. The fastest boys got way in front of everybody. The girls saw soldiers ruthlessly beating the students, now a little too close to them! The uniformed men were arresting male and female students alike.

There were still much, much more students than police and soldiers. All they could hope was to get through the tumult hidden in the thick of the crowd…

However, many of the girls were blonde, light-brown or auburn, and some soldiers started to spot them! They closed in… Julia could see they were grinning! Their dark face made their smiles incredibly white; their faces were like two opposite sides of a chocolate coin rolled into one — the benevolent side and a dark, not-so-benevolent side.

Julia let out a shrill scream of terror as two pairs of black arms materialized out of nowhere and grabbed her own upper arms in a vice-like grip! These arms wore khaki uniform sleeves; they belonged to two Ugandan soldiers, who were grinning and giving Julia the unmistakable impression that they were eye-raping her as they kept looking south of her face, where she was only wearing a small tank-top due to the scorching heat. Julia struggled and writhed to no avail; they were taking her to the parked military trucks…

Julia also heard Audrey and Samantha screaming. They too were trying to break free, but these Ugandan men had strong wiry arms and a gorilla grip.

Grinning and laughing, they carried the three British girls to a military truck, where the three British girls were ordered to hop in. As they found a side bench to sit, they noticed that there were only local female students with them. The police must have had some organized system of sorting out the persons they “arrested”.

Three armed guards had climbed at the back of the trunk. They smiled and joked among them as they looked at the three white girls. They kept looking at them. They were sizing them up from head to toe!

“Hey! Stop looking at us like this!” said Samantha in an angry, yet nervous, voice. This was a mistake!

One guard approached them and said “Shut up, you fucking Leftist bitches!”

Then he went back to his post and added “Besides, you’ll know pretty darn quick who is boss!” All three guards laughed and catcalled the Briton girls.

The girls took their iPhones and frantically typed the number to call the British Embassy. But for some reason, there was no signal! Now they felt completely helpless and positively terrified. This wasn’t London! This was Uganda.

The Briton students suddenly felt homesick.

Julia wished she was near Trafalgar Square and eating some fish’n’chips.

Audrey wished she was having her ballet classes at her aunt’s studio in Picadilly.

Samantha wished she was with her boyfriend in Whitby. They had planned to have their first time of sex over there, in the old churchyard where Bram Stoker had depicted Lucy first falling prey to the evil Count.

To be continued. End of Chapter 1.

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