Pages: [ 1 ] Go Down. DarkGolem Guest. Note: The following story is a work of fiction. The author does not condone violence and rape in any shape or form. This is a story of rape fantasy and it is just this, a fiction. Any resemblance to real-life persons is purely coincidental. As per this site's strict rules, all characters featured in sexual activities are over 18 years old.
All occurrences of the word "teen", "teenager", "teen girl" and any other teen-related expression refer to characters aged 18 or 19 years old. Repossession of freedom through revolt comes with heavy compound interests. He was whipped and beaten up by white men before he was 14, more times than he could remember. They carried a promise of an Angolan Popular Republic that would be ruled by and for Angolans.
It was about time that the gross inequalities between Angolans and White Angolans became a relic of the past. To him, White Angolans are the same breed as Europeans who have human zoos in Lisbon, Madrid or Paris and no one bats an eye. They keep humiliating the Angolan people, who are proud sons and daughters of the Kongo nation. Nothing less, and certainly nothing more. He remembers vividly getting severely beaten up by three young Portuguese men, with sticks, after they caught him looking at their sister.
He was twelve years old at the time and getting curious about the opposite sex. He preferred and still prefers girls of his own skin colour, but that girl in particular was always nice to him, and to everyone for that matter.
She was about his age and one day, he suddenly realized she was pretty. He nearly lost an eye, and their father stopped the excessive beating just in time before he got really hurt. He remembers that white man when he told his sons that pointless violence was the surest way that leads to revolt and hostility; sooner or later. This happened in On 3 January , agricultural workers employed by Cotonang, a Portuguese-Belgian cotton plantation company, staged a protest demanding improved working conditions.
