BDSM Library - Deep African Hell

DEEP AFRICAN HELL - ONE WAY TICKET

DEEP AFRICAN HELL - ONE WAY TICKET

(Hardcore Porn XXX)

(a movie screenplay)

FADE IN :

INT. WINE BAR - EVENING

A number of couples are sitting at candle-lit tables

chatting amorously. As we focus on one of the central

tables we see a man, CRAIG, in his late twenties,

liasing with a middle-aged attractive woman, SHEILA.

Craig holds a pen in his hand, as does Sheila.

CRAIG

So tell me Sheila, what is a pretty lady

like yourself doing speed-dating ?

SHEILA

I guess I`ve been single long enough now

that I`ve finally figured out that it`s

time to start dating again.

CRAIG

Well, looking the way you are, I`m sure you`ll

find a lot of attention here tonight.

I, for one, think you`re stunning.

Sheila blushes with embarassment.

SHEILA

Well thank you for the compliment Craig,

you`re looking rather nice too.

The pair stare at each other with anticipation.

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3 MONTHS LATER

EXT. SHEILA`S HOUSE - AFTERNOON

Craig and Sheila are lying on a hammock watching

some birds eating away on the lawn. The couple are

amorously snuggled up in a spoon-shape, Sheila`s

slim body gently placed on top of Craig`s.

We hear the rumour of a car engine.

A red volvo pulls up the drive way.

A pretty blonde woman in her late twenties, NAOMI,

Sheila`s oldest daughter, wearing a suit top with

a hip-hugging short skirt, swiftly gets out.

Pretty face, small nose, with a slim body and long legs.

She carries some grocery bags along the way to the house.

NAOMI

Hi Mum. Hi Craig. Looking all cosy

there aren`t ya ?

SHEILA

Don`t we just honey ?

How was your day at the office ?

NAOMI

Oh, boring as usual.

My feet are killing me.

Craig hugs Sheila tight as he observes her

daughter entering the house.

As Naomi bends down to pick up some envelopes,

we see Craig eying her up and down.

Her long legs bending beautifully, her fair skin

stretching all the way down to her feet.

SHEILA

Oh, this feels lovely.

I really didn`t think things would turn out

the way they have. What with the age

difference and everything.

CRAIG

Are you joking ?

SHEILA

No, of course not. It`s just that with me

being much older than you.. divorced and,

well, a mother of two, I imagined that sooner

or later something would go wrong.

CRAIG

Honey please stop talking nonsense.

The age difference n` all means absolutely

nothing to me. I enjoy being with you and

that`s what counts. Trust me.

SHEILA

Sorry if I keep whining Craig.

(beat)

Yes, I do trust you.

I guess we`ll just have to take every

day as it comes.

CRAIG

Right.

Now, about this vacation.

Have you decided ?

SHEILA

Oh Craig, you don`t have to ..

CRAIG

Nope, I`ve made up my mind.

Now come on, what`s it gonna be ?

Asia, Europe or a Safari ?

Sheila hugs Craig tightly.

SHEILA

OK, after a long thought, I`ve decided on a Safari !

CRAIG

At last.

Right then, well, I guess I can start

getting things sorted now.. tickets,

transport, some new sunglasses..

SHEILA

Are you absolutely sure you want to

do this ?

CRAIG

Without a doubt.

Craig strokes Sheila`s hair, he places a

gentle kiss on her delicate lips as

he embraces her warm body.

EXT. INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT - MORNING

Craig and Sheila are standing in front of the red

volvo. Their luggage by their feet, Naomi and her

sister, JENNY, are nearby.

Jenny is in her mid-twenties, very pretty, tall,

blonde hair, tanned with a firm, slinky body.

NAOMI

Right, make sure you enjoy yourselves

and don`t forget the sun lotion.

SHEILA

We will honey.

Now make sure you look after your sister

and try not to burn down the house ..

Naomi smiles.

NAOMI

Have faith mother.

CRAIG

Ok Sheila, we`ll have to hurry

if you still want to do some shopping

before the flight.

Naomi and Jenny salute their mother and her partner.

We see Sheila and Craig enter the airport

as the red volvo drives away.

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1 WEEK LATER

INT. SAFARI JEEP - CONGO OUTBACK - AFTERNOON

Craig and Sheila are holding hands as the off-road

vehicle is making it`s way back from the

wilderness of the Congo outback.

With the jeep in movement and the sun setting,

Sheila sits on Craig`s lap contently.

SHEILA

Oh Craig, this is such a beautiful

continent. I can`t believe I never

thought of visiting it before.

CRAIG

Indeed it is.

SHEILA

I kind of wish this moment would never end.

CRAIG

Don`t you worry honey, there`s plenty more

to see. Trust me. I told you it would be a

holiday you`d never forget.

We have many more places to visit before we

head back to the States.

SHEILA

Really ?

Huh, the surprises just keep on coming.

CRAIG

Oh yes. Fear not, I`ve planned our

route carefully. I want you to see as

much of Africa as you can.

Craig promptly extracts a map of the continent from

his side pocket. He starts to point at their position.

CRAIG

You see, Central Africa is one of the most

fascinating territories on the planet.

It`s natural beauty is simply unrivalled.

At this moment, we are here.

Craig`s finger falls on "Congo".

CRAIG

I`ve arranged for us to travel horizontally

along this line.

Tomorrow we set off for Gabon. After that

we`ll cut through Cameroon and Nigeria and,

if I can arrange the transport, hopefully we

can then reach the Ivory Coast. I`ve read that

these territories are simply breathtaking.

Sheila looks surprised.

SHEILA

Do you mean you have planned every thing

beforehand ? How on earth did you do it ?

CRAIG

Well, to be honest, not every single thing.

We may have to improvise accomodation and

transport when travelling through Ghana ..

But hey, we both love a bit of

adventure don`t we ?

SHEILA

Uhm, I guess so ..

INT. SHEILA`S HOUSE - EVENING

We see the main door swing wide open.

Naomi makes her way through the door after

another hard days work.

She quickly throws her bag on the sofa before

assaulting the fridge. She takes out a chilled

bottle of mineral water and brings it to her mouth.

As she gulps the cold liquid down, we see her flip

her shoes off. We zoom down to her delicate feet as

she softly contracts her toes.

Naomi places the bottle back and soon takes off her

jacket. She reveals a slender body under a flimsy

pink cotton vest.

We get a glimpse of her stiff nipples piercing through

her top, hardened by the cold water flowing down her

throat.

She soon drops her skirt to the ground, revealing a

pair of tightly adhering slips firmly clinging to her

vaginal area.

Her vaginal mound is swollen, we can almost make out the

shape of her delicate lips through the moist fabric.

As she turns away from the camera we see her perfectly

firm bottom cheeks sandwiching her skimpy panties

with every movement of her hips.

Naomi drops on to the couch exhausted.

With an almost melancholic look, she stares out

the window lost in deep thought.

MONTAGE -

- We see Sheila and Craig taking photos

in front of a waterfall;

- Craig embracing Sheila at the top of a cliff

observing the sun set over the African horizon;

- Sheila feeding Craig with bits of local cuisine;

- Craig loading their luggage onto a long distance coach;

- The pair snuggling up together at the back of the

coach as the African landscape passes them by.

INT. LONG DISTANCE COACH - CAMEROON - DAY

Sheila and Craig are sitting at the back of

the coach as they head towards the border

between Cameroon and Nigeria.

With a series of progressive shots,

we unexpectedly begin to see the landscape

gradually deteriorating before us.

The changes are not for the best.

Makeshift sheds, burnt down cars, rubbish and

broken glass, rusty bridges and holed roads.

The beauty of the rural Africa with its wildlife

and natural scenaries are slowly replaced by the

more intimidating reality of suburban Nigeria.

The coach passes a sign which reads ABUJA.

The vehicle enters the city just after midday.

The almost deserted territories of remote Congo are

now replaced by substantial herds of black people,

old cars and cheap markets.

As Craig turns to his left, he notices Sheila sleeping

by his side. His face initally concerned, he is

now relieved she has not witnessed the

non-pleasant features of that outer area.

He turns his attention to his window in an

attempt to take in as much of Abuja as he can.

Many tall buildings hazardly crammed together.

Lots of tight alleyways void of sunlight.

Intense traffic, streets buzzing with

cheap cars and tacky old buses.

Watching the locals passing by, Craig

stares sharply at the intense darkness of

their skin. The blackest of the Africans.

We zoom in on Craig`s face.

He appears less enthusiastic,

sceptical about his choice of destination.

We see the coach head into the city centre.

INT. ABUJA HOTEL ROOM - DAY

As the couple enter the hotel room,

Sheila appears ecstatic to see a bed.

She falls onto it as Craig closes the door.

SHEILA

At last! A real bed.

Oh my god, I think I could

sleep for days.

She soon stretches out on it, puffing up the cushions.

CRAIG

It`s all yours honey.

Craig smiles as he starts to

unfasten his suitcase belt.

INT. ABUJA HOTEL ROOM - DAY

Craig calmly sits in one of the hotel room chairs,

sipping on a pepsi whilst working on a crossword.

He suddenly lowers his book and lifts his gaze.

We see him stare with passion at the

delicate body of his travel companion

spread out over the bed in front of him.

Sheila lies across the mattress, bare legged and

without sandles. She wears a baggy t-shirt, flimsy.

Her panties firmly hugging her hips,

her slender thighs relaxed as her toes

are pointing outwards slightly.

In her forties, Sheila is still a very

attractive woman. She has a very pretty face

with a soft complexion accompanied by a firm

body with smooth skin and a flat tummy.

As the African heat sweeps the room, Craig studies

the enticing features of his companion before him.

We see his gaze float over her body, her arms, her

legs. His mouth watering, he sips at his coke

as an obvious erection grows hard in his pants.

His mind starts to deviate as he stares at the

mature woman in front of him.

He grins mischieviously as he catches a glimpse

of himself in the mirror.

We hear him sigh. He then murmours to himself.

CRAIG

You lucky bastard.

INT. ABUJA HOTEL ROOM - AFTERNOON

We see Craig fastening his shoelaces whilst

Sheila is still in a profound slumber.

Craig scribbles a message on a piece of paper

and leaves it by her side before quietly

moving towards the door and unlocking it.

Craig leaves the hotel room as we zoom in on the piece

of paper, it reads : "Gone to get some food for later,

be back shortly, xx"

EXT. ABUJA STREETS - AFTERNOON

Amongst the intense hustle and clamour of the

Nigerian streets, Craig makes his first

contact with the local people.

He enters a riveting market area as the sun scorches

his forehead, he takes a cap from his side-bag and

swiftly places it on his head.

He takes in the various odours of the products on

sale : roasted vegetables, cornsticks boiling

in huge caldrums, bruised bananas and other dodgy

fruits darted frantically by hovering flys.

As potential souvenirs, we see animal statuettes carved

out of wood, tribe drums and handmade necklaces.

10.

We see second-hand clothes and scruffy old rugs

surrounded by flee-infested dogs and bags of rubbish.

Alone in such a place, a close-up of Craig`s face

reveals a growing level of discomfort and preoccupation.

We see tight crowds of black people, mainly men.

Craig`s first impressions are based on the physical

aspects of the locals.

As he he mingles amongst the crowds, he is

blatantly overshadowed by the surprising heigth

of the heavy and much more muscular blacks.

Their dark skin hardened without mercy by the

scorching heat, the tall locals have an intimidating

effect on Craig as they tower above him.

Their eyes comanding a sense of ruthless power

and sheer fearlessness whilst their loud shouts

and obvious physical strength assign them an

almost beast-like masculinity.

We see the wilderness of the African continent

now reflected in the sheer primitivity and untamed

verve of its natural inhabitants.

Craig appears concerned.

EXT. ABUJA STREETS - AFTERNOON

Craig is heading back towards the hotel with a couple

of bags of food. Rice and beans along with bottled water.

As he approaches the entrance to the building, he spots

a MARLBORO logo in a shop just opposite. With his nerves

playing up on him, he is tempted to purchase some

cigarettes.

Turning towards the shop, however, he notices a

large group of blacks sitting on a crumbling wall

close to the shop.

They appear rough and rugid, many of them barefooted

with dust-covered feet and sweat-stained clothes.

The men are laughing and acting tough, breaking

bottles and fist-fighting.

Craig thinks twice about his smokes.

He soon decides against buying the cigarettes and

heads into the hotel instead.

11.

INT. ABUJA HOTEL - AFTERNOON

Once inside, Craig, spots an arrowed sign on

the wall behind the counter that reads "BAR".

Relieved, he follows the arrow, takes a few turns

and reaches the bar area.

Craig approaches the bar with a slight grin.

The bartender is a Nigerian man in his late thirties

with a pot belly and brownish-yellow teeth. He has

a devious look and an unfriendly face.

At the sight of Craig, the bartender straightens

his back and puffs out his chest.

He eyeballs Craig in an almost menacing way.

His eyes studying the hated pale flesh of the

white man now in front of him.

Politely Craig asks for some smokes.

CRAIG

Hello there, could I get some

Marlboro`s please.

The bartender approaches the counter with

a dire look. He scruffles his face unappreciately

before letting out a sigh of frustration.

BARTENDER

How many you want ?

Craig is surprised by the bartender`s cold approach.

CRAIG

Just one pack please.

The bartender moves towards the cigarette stand.

CRAIG

Uhm, could you kindly tell me what kinds

of beverage you sell here ?

The bartender looks confused as he places the

cigarettes on the counter.

BARTENDER

What you mean ?

CRAIG

I`m sorry, I mean do you just sell soft

drinks or alcohol too ?

The bartender eyes Craig up and down, still

unhappy about the white man`s presence.

12.

BARTENDER

We sell all kind of alcohol here.

Craig smiles nervously.

CRAIG

Wonderful. Well thankyou for your help.

He pays for the smokes before heading back up

to the room. The bartender watches him leave,

his stare fixed aggressively on Craig.

INT. ABAJA HOTEL ROOM - EVENING

We zoom away from a clock in Craig and

Sheila`s room. It shows : 22.17 hrs.

We see bread leftovers and unfinished rice

on plastic plates with empty cups and scruffled

serviettes scattered across the table.

Craig is slumped in a chair resting.

Sheila instead is very alert, standing at

the hotel room window observing the lights

down below.

She appears lively and cheerful,

eager to discover her surroundings.

She approaches Craig and nudges him affectionately.

CRAIG

Everything ok, darling ?

SHEILA

Yes, of course.

Craig appears surprised by her liveliness.

CRAIG

Do you not want to get some rest ?

SHEILA

Not really.

I`ve been sleeping all day.

Sheila now sits on Craig`s lap.

SHEILA

To be honest, I could do with

a drink right now. And to be fair,

I think you need one too.

Sheila places her hands on Craig`s shoulders.

13.

SHEILA

Look at you, you`re all tense,

you need to loosen up.

Did you enjoy yourself this

afternoon ?

CRAIG

It was ok I suppose.

Do you really want to get a drink ?

SHEILA

Yeah, I haven`t had one since

we left the Sates.

Craig strokes her leg.

CRAIG

Well, earlier I happened to buy

some cigarettes from downstairs.

There`s a bar and they definitely

sell drinks and stuff.

Sheila`s face lights up.

SHEILA

Great.

Just let me put some clothes on

and we can go straight down.

I can`t wait for a glass of wine.

Sheila jumps up and heads towards the bathroom.

Her slender legs and delicate feet on display.

Craig watches her warm body move gracefully

in front of him.

He focuses on the forms of her fleshy breasts

bouncing beneath her t-shirt whilst her firm

thighs are exposed by her moving top.

A fresh erection now grows in Craig`s pants,

his mouth becoming watery once again.

INT. ABAJA HOTEL LOBBY - EVENING

As Craig and Sheila descend the stairway into the

hotel lobby, we see Craig looking for the

arrows conducting to the bar.

Holding Sheila`s hand, he guides her down a first

corridor then a second.

As the couple turn left they are confronted

with a large door locked and bolted.

Above it we read the sign : BAR.

14.

Craig looks surprised.

CRAIG

Shit.

I don`t think it`s open.

A veil of disappointment now covers Sheila`s face.

SHEILA

Oh no.

I was looking forward to that drink.

What time did they close ?

CRAIG

I couldn`t say.

As the couple scout for an opening-times notice,

we see the bartender exit a side-room with some

keys, a mop and a bucket.

Craig spots him immediately.

CRAIG

Oh, excuse me sir, could you tell us

what time the bar actually closed ?

Face to face with Craig, the bartender`s face

is again covered with anger.

The black man`s look, nonetheless, slowly changes

from a state of frustration to one of excited delight.

Before him the rare and arousing sight of a white

woman. Immediately, his eyes are stretched wide.

We see the devious bartender eying Sheila`s

delicate body. Her white flesh in strict

contrast with his black skin.

His eyes eagerly study her clothes.

She wears a light blouse, delicately covering

her fleshy breasts with a stringy silver

necklace leading down to her ample bust.

He spots her carefully shaved legs beneath a

flimsy knee-length skirt, smoothly leading down

to a pair of beautifully shaped calves.

He looks at her tender feet, barely covered

by a pair of leather slip-on sandles.

For some reason, the bartender`s tone of

voice now appears different from the one

of earlier, much kinder and helpful.

15.

BARTENDER

Very sorry, but the bar

close at 8 o` clock.

As Craig turns to Sheila not knowing

what to do, the bartender resumes his ogling.

We see him stare intensely at Sheila`s body.

For some reason his eyes are led towards the

large mounds protruding from beneath Sheila`s blouse.

Following the bartender`s look, the camera zooms

from a side : it is now evident that, in fact,

Sheila does have significantly large breasts.

Although quite baggy, her blouse, being tucked in

to her skirt, reveals the basic forms of her heavy

breasts.

Eying up the white woman, we see the bartender`s

eyes sharpening, his lips tightening, a slight grin

revealing itself.

His eye movements are almost erratic.

It appears his mind is busy concucting something.

SHEILA

That`s a shame Craig.

CRAIG

I know.

The bartender swiftly intervenes.

BARTENDER

Is ok. You no worry.

There is a bar a few streets down.

He quickly points outside.

A doubtful Craig checks his watch.

It reads 22.35 hrs.

He looks at Sheila. She appears hopeful again.

CRAIG

What do you think ?

Sheila appears relatively content.

SHEILA

Uhm.. well.. if it`s not that far.

I suppose we could give it a try.

As Sheila approves the idea, the bartender begins to smile.

16.

His eyes light up as he seams to picture

the idea. His staring resumes.

He looks at the smooth white skin of her arms,

the tenderness of her neck and then, again ..

down to her large busoms.

CRAIG

What`s this bar called ?

BARTENDER

It is the "Nwufoa Niger".

A nice place, they sell all drinks.

The dodgy bartender smiles at Sheila.

CRAIG

And you`re sure it`s only a few

streets down ?

BARTENDER

Yes, not far.

Sheila grabs Craig`s arm.

SHEILA

Oh come on Craig.

We don`t want this bar to close too.

Still sceptical, Craig agrees.

The bartender`s grin extends further.

BARTENDER

You go out hotel.

Walk till end of road, then turn right.

After few minutes you come to smaller

road and turn left.

You see sign for "Nwufoa Niger".

Is very easy. No problem.

SHEILA

Thankyou, you`ve been very helpful.

The couple head towards the exit as the bartender

watches them leave, his focus aimed entirely on

the white woman`s legs and buttocks.

His eyes sharpening, we see the bartender`s grin

turn into a lethal smile as his right hand

slowly moves down to his pants and starts to

stroke his hardened penis.

The camera zooms in on his smile, his brownish teeth

now fully revealed from beneath his puffy lips.

EXT. ABUJA STREETS - NIGHT

Arm in arm, Sheila and Craig stroll down the main street.

The area appears to be well lit and, in comparison to

daytime, very quiet.

Craig`s initial concerns of leaving the hotel seem to

slowly fade away as the couple calmly proceed

down the road.

Not a single car had passed by, and the presence

of the street lights had made him more comfortable.

As the couple reach the end of the street, they see

a smaller turn to the right.

We see that there are large buildings on each side

of the new street and their presence forbid the

same degree of lighting as the previous road.

Much tighter than the first, the new street brings

all new doubts into Craig`s mind. He remains calm

nonetheless and continues as if indifferent.

As the couple proceed for quite a distance down the

road, it appears that they are gradually entering a

different kind of area, more industrial and slightly

less welcoming.

As the area gets darker and darker, Craigs concerns

resurface.

As the couple continue ahead, they encounter mounds

of rubbish, randomly appearing here and there,

piercing out from the darkness in front of them.

Plain areas of overgrown grass, surrounded by rusty

wired fences, are sandwiched between old buildings.

As a new moon makes visibility even more tricky,

the pair come across a small alleyway, to the left.

It is dimly lit and seams to wind into a narrow bend.

As the camera zooms in, we can barely read the letters

of a scratched metallic sign, placed on a wall, above

an old coca-cola logo, and next to a lamp post.

We focus the lense, it reads : "NWUFOA NIGER".

A now tiring Craig turns to Sheila.

CRAIG

This must be it. At last.

The guy said it wasn`t far.

I`m almost out of breath.

Sheila squeezes his arm.

SHEILA

Well, at least we found it.

You can have a nice sit down now.

We see the pair slowly start to head down

the dark alleyway.

A few yards away from the entrance to the bar,

Craig`s heart unexpectedly begins to pound.

He sees rusty pipes to the side of the

building, old barrels and empty bottles.

He tries to remain calm, not wanting to

reveal his growing worries.

In the bar`s proximity, we see an old streetlight

flickering. It reveals a small portion of another

street to the left, unnoticed by the couple.

Zooming into the darkness, we a see a number of

big old cars parked casually.

Many of the vehicles have no windows, some are

without bumpers whilst others reveal tacky

interiors, scruffy leather seats with large

holes revealing bits of foamed sponge.

As Craig gets closer to the entrance his nostrils

are filled with a dire smell. A nasty mixture of

stale beer, urine and what he most definitely

recognises as cannabis.

His mind commands him to leave.

As his doubts increase, Craig stops in his pace.

He turns around to check his surroundings once more.

He soon notices the nearby alleyway where the

old cars are parked. He spots fading graffiti

on a wall with some scrappy scooters left

under a rusty stairway.

Fearing for their safety, he finally decides

they should leave and return to the hotel.

As Craig turns back to Sheila, we see that she is

no longer by his side.

Craig looks ahead concerned.

The bar`s main door is wide open. We see an old rug

on the floor leading down a tight corridor badly lit

by a couple of small wall-lamps.

To Craig`s surprise, we see Sheila already half way

down the dark corridor, waiting for him to join her.

Craig looks at Sheila in astonishment.

She stares at him with a slight smile.

SHEILA

Come on lazy, don`t give up now.

A few more steps and you can sit down.

Almost in a state of numbness, Craig moves towards her.

INT. "NWUFOA NIGER" BAR - LATE NIGHT

Without even thinking about it, Craig finds

himself alongside Sheila, halfway down the

dark corridor, walking towards a second door.

Our point of view follows them at shoulder-height.

As the couple go through the second door, they

are confronted with a very dark and smokey atmosphere.

The second door reveals another corridor, long and

narrow, with two sidewalls, which eventually

leads up to the main bar area at the end of it,

forming a capital "T".

We follow the couple as they slowly go down the narrow

corridor. From their point of view, the corridor

partitions only allow them to see that which is

directly in front of them : the bar counter.

As the pair move towards the bar, we see

a tall black man, rather scruffy, with a sweaty

forehead and unkept beard, behind the counter,

wiping its surface.

Lifting his head slightly, his action comes to an abrupt

halt at the sight of the couple coming towards him.

Shocked, his attention is fixed ferociously

on the white woman daring to enter the local.

Incredule, his intense look scans her entire body.

The black man studies Sheila very carefully.

Up and down, very slowly, his eyes acutely

observing her white flesh, her arms, her legs.

His eyes stretching, he notices the smooth swaying

of her chest, her breasts bouncing slightly

with each step taken.

As the couple get closer to the counter, the

corridor partion walls slowly come to an end.

A few steps ahead and the pair are now

in the main bar area.

His heart still pounding, Craig tries to focus

on his surroundings. Amongst the smoke and

darkness of the local, he can hear many voices

in the background.

As the couple reach the counter, the drone-like

rumours from behind suddenly come to a halt.

Facing the counter, Craig looks at the barman.

Almost patronizing, the barman grins down at Craig

and starts to shake his head in disapproval.

He takes another good look at the white woman and

then, still smiling, he eyeballs Craig as if he

were staring at a fool.

Almost mesmerized, Craig follows the black man`s

glance, his heart beating, his blood freezing.

The barman looks intensely at Craig before looking

beyond, over the white man`s shoulders.

His grin turns to laughter.

Following the barman`s glance, Craig slowly turns around.

His heart stopping, he starts to feel his knees tremble.

As we follow Craig`s blurry point of view amongst the

semi-darkness of the local, we see two smoke-filled

drinking areas to each side of the long corridor.

Craig suddenly hears a terrifying roar from

all around him. As he adjusts his focus,

he feels his heart in his throat.

Before him a frightening scenario.

The local is filled to the brim with dozens of

huge blacks. From left to right, Craig sees nothing

but large black men, all drinking and laughing.

Their intimidating mannerisms tell Craig everything.

The blacks seem rough. They look dirty

and unkept, definitely belonging to the

poorer areas of the city.

He sees cigarettes and beer bottles, unemptied

ash-trays and broken chairs.

He looks nervously at the fierce negros.

The majority of them are wide-shouldered and tall.

He sees sweat-soaked vests and tacky thong-sandles.

Large tattoos and thick collar chains.

The steamy body smell from the drinking area soon

reaches Craig. An almost revolting mix of sweaty

arm-pits and smelly unwashed feet along with a

nasty wave of cannabis smoke and other susbtances

unknown to the white man.

A number of the blacks are bare-chested revealing

hard muscles and extremely strong upper-bodies.

Craig quickly turns back to the barman.

Now shaking, he remains speechless.

We zoom in on his eyes, he looks down, petrified.

Terrified, Craig suddenly remembers about

his companion.

We follow Craig as he turns to his right.

We see Sheila standing immobile, already afraid to move.

She is closely surrounded by four large blacks,

the men towering above her.

Her delicate white flesh in strict contrast with

the rough black skin of the large negros.

Sheila nervously glances up at Craig before

lowering her head again.

Her immobile body soon becomes the centre of

attention of the entire local.

Craig looks around, he sees dozens of blacks

now surrounding them both.

We focus on the wild negro eyes fixing the white woman.

We see them looking wildly at the thick mounds beneath

her blouse, at her tender neck, at the smooth skin of

her slender legs, at her delicate feet and toes.

Blushing with shame, Sheila looks up slightly.

She sees the rugid and powerful features of the many

blacks carefully studying her body. She notices their

eyes constantly focusing on her voluptuous breasts.

Embarassed, she tries to cross her arms in order to

cover her plump busom whilst her flimsy blouse

appears slightly damp due to the long walk.

Craig loooks ahead petrified.

He sees Sheila now completely surrounded as more

and more negros approach the bar.

Craig too looks at Sheila`s gorgeous body, her

swollen breasts protruding from under her blouse.

Terrified to imagine what would happen if the wild blacks

got their hands on her, Craig tries to think of a way out.

As he notices the barman laughing with the other blacks,

Craig quickly realises that the situation is dire.

As all reason abandons him, we suddenly see Craig

rush towards Sheila, with a rash movement, and

grab her arm in an attempt to drag her out.

As he starts to pull her towards him, we suddenly see

a huge black hand smack Craig straight across the face.

Within a few seconds, we see another coming violently

from a different direction.

As the camera zooms away, we see Craig fall to the floor.

He is immediately surrounded by half a dozen blacks.

We see him on the ground terrified.

Craig is now kicked and bruised, beaten without mercy.

We see blood trickling from his mouth and across his

forehead.

We hear Sheila scream as she witnesses the scene.

SHEILA

(shouting)

NO !! STOP !!! PLEASE !

As the camera again zooms in towards Craig, we see

more fists and more kicks.

Large parts of Craig`s face are now purple, his

lips badly cracked and puffed, his shirt torn.

The furious negros gradually start to move away.

Left lying semi-conscious in a puddle of blood,

Craig`s vision now becomes blurry.

We see him struggling to keep his eyes open, his

hands and shirt covered in blood.

We switch perspective. We see things through

Craig`s point of view, at ground level.

His vision alternates. We see a blurry state of

confusion, then total darkness and then again a blur.

He can barely make out the figures surrounding him,

as his hearing also appears to be damaged.

He suddenly feels his hair being grasped violently

by a heavy hand. His head is roughly jolted upwards

as other hands quickly grab his wrists and ankles.

We see Craig being lifted up, almost without effort,

by three of the blacks.

They start to head towards the long corridor.

As Craig is dragged away, we see him desperately

trying to raise his wounded head.

With blood still trickling and his vision

still dramatically alternating, he tries

to understand what is happening.

As he looks towards the bar counter, he sees nothing

but the broad shoulders of a large crowd of blacks

wildly cheering and laughing.

As Craig is being carried away towards

the exit, he suddenly catches a glimpse of

Sheila`s face amongst the crowd.

Craig`s heart almost misses a beat. He sees a huge

black hand forcefully wrapped around Sheila`s mouth.

We see the whites of Sheila`s eyes frantically

moving, as terror invades her entire body.

As Craig is dragged away, his vision of Sheila

is randomly interrupted by the individual movements

of the wild crowd surrounding her.

Craig`s vision is covered.

One of the negros then moves and Craig briefly gets a

second glimpse.

He sees one of the larger blacks violently holding

Sheila from behind. His huge left hand covering

her face whilst his bulky right arm is forcefully

wrapped around her waist.

The savage blacks now start to jeer like animals.

As the large negro purposefully squeezes his right arm

deeper into her tummy, we see Sheila`s voluptuous

breasts quickly expand outwards, stretching her blouse,

as if they had been pumped.

As Sheila`s skimpy blouse struggles to contain her

large busoms, we see another negro approaching

with a small pocket knife.

Craig`s vision is once again covered by the crowd.

Petrified by what he has just seen, Craig furiously

starts to struggle and is dropped to the ground.

He immediately turns his head back towards Sheila.

As the crowd opens up once again, we suddenly see

a large negro`s tongue forcefully invading her mouth,

sweeping deep inside, whilst Sheila`s eyes are

frantically looking down, towards her chest.

As the camera zooms out, we see Sheila`s skimpy blouse

now barely covering her large breasts as all but one

of her small buttons have been removed.

We see the pocket knife slowly approaching her neck.

It quickly runs over her flesh, down past her silver

necklace and heads down towards the last button of her blouse.

Craig is once again lifted up.

In a final struggle, he looks back towards the bar.

As the crowd moves slightly, we get another

glimpse of Sheila. We see her arms aggressively

pulled out to her sides.

The black man behind her now keeping her firmly

immobilised as his right arm aggressively

squeezes her tummy.

The crowd continues to move covering our vision, then,

for just a split second, we see two huge black hands

grasping at Sheila`s blouse as if to pull it open.

The thick hands clasp the blouse just below the collar.

As the camera zooms in, we suddenly see the large

black hands violently rip Sheila`s blouse wide open.

Immediately, Sheila`s huge breasts bounce out.

They quickly sway from left to right revealing

a pair of surprisingly swollen nipples.

As the camera zooms in, we get a clearer look.

We can see the abundant proportions of Sheila`s

breasts, bouncing extremely fleshy and ripe.

Zooming in further, we see her nipples on full display.

They appear to be extremely swollen as they

heave outwards. Her pudgy aereola are wide and

pink whilst her thick nipples are

unusually milky and plump.

As her breasts sway gently, Sheila`s protruding

nipples begin to harden as they meet

with the surrounding atmosphere.

As the large black man behind her temporarily

loosens his grasp on her waist we see Sheila`s

tummy slowly retract inwards as her

chest expands out.

Her eyes flickering, we see Sheila now gasping for air.

We see her body tremble. Her heaving breasts bouncing

up and down as her chest expands and retracts,

trying to increase its oxygen intake.

Her tummy going in and out, it is obvious that

her swollen nipples are getter harder and harder.

Sheila`s shuddering breasts are now totally exposed.

We quickly see the crazed blacks close around

her again.

As loud cheers engulf the local, we see Craig being

carried down the corridor.

As his head flops, his vision turns to darkness again.

Craig is almost unconscious.

A few yards away from the door, we see him struggling

one final time. In vain. He is unable to lift his head.

Although we see blood dripping from his face,

Craig suddenly hears some desperate screams.

He remembers about Sheila once more and, with all his

energy, he tries to lift his head one final time.

We hear Sheila screaming in terror.

SHEILA

NO !!!

As Craig lifts his head one last time, he focuses

on the crowd. His vision is completely covered.

Suddenly, however, a small gap is opened amongst

the violent negros allowing a partial view.

Craig tries to adjust his focus.

His eyes suddenly expand. Craig is shocked.

As the camera zooms in through the gap, we get a

glimpse of the back of a negro`s head.

Suddenly the head moves slightly to one side.

We see that, in fact, one of Sheila`s large

breasts is now being violently squeezed and

cruelly fondled by a big black hand.

We quickly see a long thick tongue roll out

out from a black man`s mouth whilst his

puffed up lips open up wide.

Within a fraction of a second, we see one of

Sheila`s swollen nipples and almost a quarter of her

large breast being ferociously sucked in by the negro.

Craig looks ahead incredule.

He sees her milky breast being sucked in deeper

and deeper as the black man`s saliva starts

to dribble down her stomach.

The negro`s saliva soon reaches Sheila`s

tummy, now drawing in and out even faster.

Her heavy chest bouncing emphatically, Sheila`s

breathing grows deeper and heavier.

We see another black hand aggressively cupping

and massaging as much of Sheila`s fleshy

mounds as it can.

We get a glimpse of Sheila`s face.

She is teary-eyed, still with the large

black hand cupping her chin and mouth.

As the ferocious sucking continues, Sheila`s nipples

become harder and harder. They protrude out, on

full display, for every negro to watch.

As Sheila looks down at her breasts being manhandled

with such violence, she notices just how far

her swollen nipples are protruding.

As the camera zooms in, we see utter humiliation

and embarassment in Sheila`s eyes.

We see Sheila completely surrounded by the

fierce crowd of negros.

Looking down at her, their eyes violently focused

on her exposed breasts, shuddering totally unrestrained.

As Sheila`s hardened nipples attract the brutal

laughter of the blacks, we see a small tear

slowly run down her face.

Her breasts swaying in front of everyone, she

appears totally degraded.

Feeling his heart in his throat again, Craig

watches the crowd close up one last time.

His vision deterioting dramatically, it

suddenly turns to complete darkness as

Craig`s hearing slowly fades to silence.

Craig is unconscious.

We fade to black.

EXT. ABUJA STREET - LATE NIGHT

We fade from black to a dark

and blurry vision of an unknown street.

We see things from Craig`s perspective.

He is lying on the floor. His clothes stained

and ripped, his face dirty with dust and dried blood.

He is surrounded by rubbish, old cardboard and

broken glass.

We slowly fade in with the audio.

Craig`s hearing is now slightly returning.

As Craig`s hearing gradually improves, we hear a

deep, harsh voice coming from a distance.

It`s a man`s voice. It speaks an imperfect English.

We can sense a strange accent in his voice,

a tough mixture of African, French and some other dialect.

UNKNOWN VOICE

(offscreen)

You OK ?

As we zoom in on Craig`s face, we see him slowly opening

his eyes. He starts to blink, trying to adjust his focus.

As Craig`s vision and hearing improve, we see the heavy

figure of a black man approaching.

As the light from a nearby lamp-post soaks the area,

we see the big man trudging closer.

He appears to have a shaved head and a thick moustache.

We see a cigarette dangling from his mouth.

As we zoom in closer, we see that he is in fact an

extremely heavy and bulky black man. Perhaps in his

mid-forties, maybe more.

Impressively tall, wide upper arms, but with quite a belly.

He has the body features of a heavy worker,

a face signed by time as a number of wrinkles

have started to creep in.

We see a faded scar at the height of his neck.

In proximity to Craig, we see the black man

look down confused.

BLACK MAN

I say you ok ?

We see his big hand as it roughly nudges Craig.

The black man`s hands are very rough with thick

fingers and what appear to be extremely short,

yellow stumps instead of nails.

As Craig looks up, he appears totally disorientated.

We see him studying his surroundings not

knowing where he is.

He then looks at the big man in front of him.

We see concern growing on his face.

BLACK MAN

Hey, you understand what I say ?

Craig blinks frantically. He starts to panic.

CRAIG

(shouting)

WHERE AM I ?

We see Craig now trying to get to his feet.

In vain.

He soon collapse in a messy heap

next to the rubbish.

He looks up at the black man trying to

figure out what to do.

BLACK MAN

What you do here ?!

Craig looks up in a state of total confusion.

CRAIG

Who are you ?

The black man looks down at him.

BLACK MAN

I pass by.

I see you on floor.

My name is Mbuji.

Craig looks beyond the black man.

He sees a scrappy old brown car.

It`s engine running and door wide open.

Mbuji now raises his voice.

MBUJI

(shouting)

WHAT FUCK IS HAPPEN YOU !!

Craig is immediately confused by his

accent and language.

His vision is once again blurry. His hearing

coming and going.

He slowly brings his fingers to his bruised face.

MBUJI

(abruptly)

What is happen ..

.. some blacks

fuck you in the ass ?

Craig slowly shakes his head as he lowers it.

In a state of confusion, the one thing

Craig does know is that he has not

been ass-raped.

With pitiable eyes, we see Craig stare at

Mbuji. His hands shaking, his face

bruised and swollen.

Defeated, and with a weakened voice,

we suddenly hear Craig plead.

CRAIG

(humbly)

I need some help.

INT. OLD BROWN CAR - LATE NIGHT

We see Craig now sitting next to Mbuji in his

tacky old car.

The car is parked next to an un-used railway

line, in the proximity of an old metal depot,

just outside Abuja.

Wiping his forehead with a scruffy wrag, Craig`s

hands are still shaking. His head lowered,

he is silent.

With a cigarette placed between his thick fingers,

we see Mbuji swigging at a bottle.

It appears to be whisky.

He turns to Craig as if about to lose his patience.

MBUJI

So, you tell me what

is you name ?

Craig waits a second then slowly lifts his head.

CRAIG

My name is Craig.

MBUJI

You American ?

CRAIG

Yeah.

Craig turns to Mbuji.

CRAIG

Are you ?

We see Mbuji laugh, almost sarcastically.

MBUJI

Huh..

I no American.

CRAIG

So you`re Nigerian ?

MBUJI

No.

I from the Senegal.

But I live here.

Have worked all over place though.

Cameroon, Sudan, Guinea, even the Botswana.

CRAIG

What do you do ?

MBUJI

I am oil worker.

Been here for seven years.

Mbuji spreads out his large black hands.

He looks down at them, showing Craig his palms.

MBUJI

Is heavy work.

Long hour, no much time for rest.

Craig stares at the yellowish palms of

Mbuji`s large callous hands.

Still shakey, we suddenly see Craig look out

the window into the darkness.

We can still see fear in his eyes.

Mbuji fixes him with an impatient stare.

His tone of voice abrupt and very masculine.

MBUJI

So what fuck is happen to you ?

And what you do in street after dark ?

Craig lowers his head once more.

MBUJI

This is no place for white person.

You try get kill ?

With the sky at it`s darkest, Craig slowly

lifts his watch. It reads 01.47 hrs.

CRAIG

Listen..

I need your help.

(beat)

You`ve gotta help me find someone.

MBUJI

Who ?

CRAIG

You`ve gotta help me find my woman.

Mbuji turns to Craig perplexed.

MBUJI

Woman ?

What woman ?

CRAIG

(dejected)

Listen..

.. earlier,

.. I took my woman out for a drink.

We ended up in some bar and ..

Craig`s hands start to shake again.

CRAIG

.. and .. I got beat up real

bad and lost consciousness.

They must have thrown me out

and dumped me down that street

where you found me.

Mbuji`s eyes light up. His face awakening,

we see his interest growing sharply.

His behaviour telling us he is willing to

listen carefully to what Craig is saying.

MBUJI

What about woman ?

CRAIG

I couldn`t say. My memory is blurry

but I`m afraid Sheila may still be there.

MBUJI

"Sheila" ?

Wait..

(pause)

.. you talk about

white woman ?!

CRAIG

She`s white. Yeah.

We slowly zoom in on Mbuji`s face.

His nostrils flaring, we see his pupils dilating.

As we focus on the black man`s eyes, we can

see that his bulbs are of nasty yellowish

colour, cracked with tiny veins.

Mbuji`s surprised reaction is almost sadistic.

Unknown to Craig, it is obvious that the big

Senegalese is actually finding pleasure in

what he is hearing.

The thought of a white woman instantly swelling

a noticeably large bulge in his pants.

Mbuji remains quiet for a while.

He looks out into the savage darkness.

His eyes fully alert.

He stares at the old metal depot.

It`s windows smashed. It`s roof half collapsed.

We see the leftovers of a burnt down van.

It is without wheels and missing a side door.

There are some slashed tyres on the ground with

overgrown grass piercing through them.

We see a large stack of rusty metal beams now

covered in scruffy graffiti along with a number

of black rubbish bags randomly popping up from

out of the grass.

His curiosity growing, Mbuji brings his

attention back to Craig.

MBUJI

You remember what

bar called ?

We see Craig crumpling his bruised

forehead trying to remember.

CRAIG

Uhm.. it was called the

"Nwufoa Niger".

He turns to Mbuji.

CRAIG

Do you know it ?

Mbuji`s eyes stretch wider.

He appears conveniently appalled

as he hears the local`s name.

He looks at Craig in a patronizing manner.

MBUJI

(Incredule)

Wait.

(pause)

You tell me that you

bring white woman into

the heart of Africa ..

(pause)

take her out in middle of night..

(pause)

and then ..

(pause)

left her all by self ..

.. in nasty bar for blacks,

in very dangerous area ?!?

Dejected, Craig slowly nods his head.

He brings his hands to his face.

He covers his eyes as his body sinks into the seat.

Guilt enveloping him, Craig appears to be a broken man.

We see Mbuji turn towards his window.

As his eyes glitter, we see a slight grin grow

on one side of his cheek.

From within the vehicle, we slowly begin to

zoom down from Mbuji`s face to his waist area.

We focus on his significantly large thighs

as the beige fabric of his cotton trousers

are heavily overstretched.

Sandwiched between Mbuji`s thighs, we see the

prominent and very thick shape of what appears

to be an extremely long and heavy penis.

The noticeably thick rod forcefully begins

to twitch from beneath the fabric. It`s

impressive proportions now becoming

completely obvious.

The big man is in a state of complete arousal.

Unseen by Craig, we see the large Senegalese

slowly bring his right hand down to his groin.

His bulky hand slowly squeezes his prominent

bulge as he lifts his heavy balls and with

his yellowish palm starts to stroke his long

shaft hidden beneath his trousers.

Craig looks out into the darkness once again.

His fear growing tenfold as his vision

scouts the old railway line.

It leads to nowhere.

We see Mbuji look at Craig, his nostrils still

flaring. The black man`s stare doesn`t reveal

an inch of pity.

Craig turns back to Mbuji.

CRAIG

So do you know the place

or not ?

Mbuji now appears serious. His face stone cold.

Mbuji nods is head.

MBUJI

Listen. Let me ask question.

The woman, is she you wife ?

CRAIG

No.

We haven`t been seeing

each other that long.

MBUJI

(condescending)

Good.

Craig appears confused.

CRAIG

What do you mean ?

MBUJI

You are very stupid white man.

(pause)

You want serious advice ?

(pause)

Go back to you hotel.

Lock the door.

And then start pray for the sun

to go up ..

Mbuji eyeballs Craig. His look is intimidating.

MBUJI

.. then tomorrow ..

you buy ticket for plane ..

and get fuck out of here.

Craig`s bruised face is shocked.

CRAIG

What are you talking about ?

I can`t leave her here.

Mbuji appears frustrated.

MBUJI

LISTEN TO ME !

By now, you woman is

already dead.

We see Craig`s face drastically deflate.

CRAIG

What do you mean ?

MBUJI

(irritated)

Listen ..

.. you have any idea of

how dangerous here is ?

Craig listens.

MBUJI

I have see gangs of

blacks kidnap adult men ..

.. rape in the bottom and

fuck in the mouth for days

before they cut his throats !!

Craig`s face sinks.

MBUJI

You hope she alive ?

(pause)

You no realise that most all

black man here have no see a

white woman in the flesh before ?

MBUJI

(continued)

You imagine if this men got chance

to use their black penis on

white woman ?

Craig`s bruised head badly starts to ache.

CRAIG

(desperate)

Are you saying that right now ..

.. she could already be ..

(pause)

.. dead.

MBUJI

Is very possible.

I ask you question..

.. is the white woman have good body ?

CRAIG

Well .. she does, yeah.

MJUTI

And this bar ..

.. when you go, is it full or no full ?

CRAIG

I can`t remember that well. It was quite dark,

but .. yeah.. it was pretty full.

MBUJI

In this case .. there is chance

woman is still be alive.

(pause)

But ..

is maybe better for her if she dead !

Craig looks confused.

CRAIG

What do you mean ?

MBUJI

Very easy.

The more the woman have good body and

the more the black man there is ..

(pause)

.. this mean that your woman ..

(pause)

.. is be raped by many

men for much longer time.

(pause)

And if they pushing the penis

into her holes they

are not slit the throat.

Craig`s desperation turns to numbness.

MBUJI

But, like I say,

if she dead or she still live,

it no matter..

you best if you leave

straight away.

CRAIG

But Sheila ..

MBUJI

(shouting)

FORGET HER !!

Mbuji`s patience is now weakening.

MBUJI

Look .. even if she left alive,

she left for only one thing.

And this is : to be fuck by

the blacks, all days.

Because is white is could

make her very much precious.

If no killed, it is very sure

she spend the rest of life

to being passed around many many

different gangs of blacks men.

Craig tries to recover his energies.

MBUJI

Like I say.

If you no want to die.

You leave here and no ever

come back.

We see Craig involved in deep thought.

He stares out into the darkness looking for

a solution.

CRAIG

What about the police ?

Mbuji suddenly appears amused.

He quickly brings his large black hand up

to the review mirror and motions it towards

Craig.

MBUJI

Huh. Please..

.. you look again at colour of you

skin ! You forget you are white man.

You just no understand anything !

Craig appears perplexed.

MBUJI

The police here is all corrupt.

All corrupt. The drugs,

the prostitute.. .. the militaries

they involved in everything.

Also very much they hate the white.

(pause)

You go to them, you never see

you home again.

You tell them what is happen,

they laugh at you.

(pause)

You end up with other twenty

blacks men in small prison room.

They lock door and throw away key.

Craig`s reaction is quashed.

MBUJI

Like I say, you want to live, then

you leave here as fast you can.

Craig sinks once more into contemplation.

After a while of silence, we see Craig slowly

turn towards Mbuji.

CRAIG

Listen,

I hear what you say,

but.. I can`t..

I just can`t ..

I can`t leave, not without

even trying to find Sheila.

Whether she`s dead or alive,

I`ve got to find her. I must.

Mbuji`s eyes sharpen.

His facade becoming more

and more unreliable.

The black man starts to appear calmer.

He now looks at Craig in a condescending

way. His cigarette dangling loosely from

his fat pink lips.

We see a devious grin lurking behind the smoke

as it leaves his thick mouth, his true

intentions not yet obvious.

We see him turn to Craig in an awkwardly

patronising way.

The big black man demonstrates what

immediately appears to be a fake

concern for the bruised white

man`s troubles.

Strangely, we suddenly see Mbuji offer

Craig his help.

MBUJI

Ok.

If you decide like this is

you choice.

If want, perhaps I can help.

Craig looks at Mbuji.

He suddenly appears grateful.

CRAIG

You would ?

MBUJI

I know this place well.

If I no help, you definitely

get self killed.

So..

CRAIG

Ok, so what`s the first thing

we should do ?

MBUJI

We ?

No, no.

You listen me..

.. is best if you no come anywhere.

You white, remember ?

Craig listens.

MBUJI

Look, I take you back to

hotel.

You stay there.

Lock door and wait for morning.

CRAIG

And what about you ?

MBUJI

Tonight I go around, ask people if

they see or hear about woman.

I come to hotel if I know anything.

If no, I come tomorrow morning.

We zoom away fom the car. It`s engine starts up.

We see the car headlights beam out beyond the scrappy

metal heaps, past the old railway line and into

the eary fields of overgrown grass and rubbish.

INT. ABUJA HOTEL ROOM - LATE NIGHT

We see a bruised and battered Craig open his

hotel room door.

Once inside, we immediately see him cross the chain

and bolt the door.

He slowly turns and looks around. The empty room

mirroring the void now deep inside of him.

The clock on the wall reads : 02.32 hrs.

We see Craig approach the bed, his movement a

slow and weak limp.

As he gently lowers himself onto the mattress,

his head sinks into his lap. We see Craig

cover his bruised head with his hands whilst

he closes his eyes.

As the room`s window leads us out into the

the brutal darkness of the night, we hear

Craig begin to sniffle.

As we zoom down over his lonely figure, we hear

an exhausted Craig whisper to himself.

CRAIG

Sheila.

EXT. ABUJA STREET - LATE NIGHT

We zoom in on Mbuji`s tacky old car as it slowly

pulls up next to an overflowing rubbish container.

As the lights go off, we hear the engine cease.

We move around to the driver`s window. We see

the door gradually open as we focus on the ground.

We suddenly see an extremely scruffy brown leather

sandle wrapped around an enormous black man`s foot

as it touches the ground.

The black foot is covered in dust, it`s impressive size

spreading out heavily onto the ground.

It`s thick bulky toes have dirty, wragged

nails whilst it`s harsh yellowish soul spreads up

from beneath the scruffy sandle.

We slowly zoom up.

And up.

And up, further still.

As we move backwards, we begin to see the huge,

impervious and extremely powerful figure of Mbuji

standing tall next to his car. His massive upper arms

on display as he scratches his rugid face.

We see him looking ahead as if staring at something.

The camera pans around him. We now see his

impressive bulky shoulders.

We quickly focus beyond his shoulders.

We see that he is fact staring at an old sign

hanging on a tacky wall.

The sign reads : "Nwufoa Niger".

Mbuji`s eyes sharpen.

We see him start to walk towards the local.

To his right, the old alleyway.

As we zoom down it, we see that it is empty.

Not a car or scooter in sight.

As we zoom out, we see Mbuji slowly enter the local.

INT. "NWUFOA NIGER" - LATE NIGHT.

The camera is now placed facing straight down the

small corridor leading to the bar area.

We see Mbuji slowly entering the local.

It now appears to be a very quiet environment.

As the camera moves upwards, we follow Mbuji from

a distance.

We see him come towards the bar area and

slowly turn around.

We follow his movement.

We see that the local is almost completely empty

apart from a couple of drunks slumped in one corner

and the barman smoking a cigarette.

As the camera remains at a distance, we see Mbuji

approach the barman.

The pair begin to talk.

After a while, we see a few smiles amongst

the two. Mbuji using the barman`s cigarette

to light a smoke of his own.

We watch the barman as he loosely flips the

top off a bottle of something and starts

pouring a drink for the large Senegalese man.

Suddenly, we see Mbuji ask the black man

what appears to be a specific question.

Within a fraction of a second, we see the

bartender erupt into a mischievious laughter.

His eyes glowing, he starts gesticulating.

His arms waving, we are able to see the shape

of an hour-glass in his movements.

He quickly brings his hands to his chest

mimicking the forms of a woman`s breasts.

His laughter growing louder and louder,

the barman swiftly pours a drink for himself.

He downs it instantly letting out

a sigh of relief.

The camera now zooms away further.

We see Mbuji ask another question before

downing his drink too.

We see a lurid smile now grow on the barman`s face.

He slowly tilts forward as if wanting to

whisper something to Mbuji.

We quickly see him pat one of Mbuji`s

huge shoulders, his smile fading

as he starts to whisper in his ear.

The barman`s face now appearing much more

serious as he seems to be telling Mbuji

some vital information.

We see Mbuji`s lips thinning, his face

straightening, his throat retracting as

he swallows the growing moistness

building up in his mouth.

We see the bartender move away slightly.

He winks cunningly at Mbuji as his smile

quickly returns.

A now tense Mbuji leans in forward as

if wanting to ask a final question.

Zooming down from above, we see the barman

once again using his hands. We see his right

arm swaying from left to right as if giving

Mbuji some kind of road indications.

We focus directly on Mbuji`s eyes as they

carefully take in all the indications.

Mbuji`s face becomes more and more tense,

his eyes glittering, his nostrils flaring.

We see him stare intensely at the bartender

before nodding his head in agreement.

Mbuji slowly runs his thick yellowish palm

over his sweaty shaved head.

The bartender swiftly lowers his head too.

He eyeballs Mbuji with an implicit smile,

his cigarette dampened by his wet lips.

We see Mbuji use his big left hand to remove

the sweat now gathered on his rough moustache

before grinning back at the bartender.

Mbuji slowly moves backwards as he eyeballs

the bartender. He promptly turns around.

We start to see him head towards the exit.

EXT. ABUJA STREETS - LATE NIGHT

We are inside Mbuji`s tacky old car, the

camera staring through his unwiped front window.

The car is in motion.

It`s irregular movements signalling that it is

slowly passing over a bumpy surface of some kind.

Zooming through the front window out into

the dark night, we get the view of an

old bridge slowly getting closer.

It`s concrete pillars plastered in graffiti,

the old bridge overshadows a pile of rubble

heaped below it. We see broken bricks, scraps of

metal, an old bicycle frame without wheels.

There are torn newspapers scattered across the

floor, slit rubbish bags and tacky steal pipes.

Nearby, the remains of what could have been

a dog, splattered on the ground in a bloody

mess, now a feasting spot for hundreds of

flies and moths.

As the car motions beneath the old bridge,

we se Mbuji`s large black arms begin to

turn the steering wheel to the right.

In the midst of the creepy night, the car

gradually exits from under the bridge and

begins to move down an old lane to the right.

As we proceed ahead, we see the frame of a

burnt down car, now overturned.

Mbuji`s continues.

His car slowly takes a left and then again a right.

As we follow it`s cranky movements in

the darkness, we see the vehicle

entering an extremely rough

and abandoned area.

There are deserted old buildings crammed together,

almost crumbling. Old sheds, only a few feet tall,

next to solid concrete structures, three or four

floors high, without windows or lights and surrounded

by puddles of putrid sewer waters.

We see large sections of an old warehouse now collapsed

to the ground in a heavy heap of alluminion sheets,

steal beams and tangled barbwire.

There are old copper pipes leaking, with a nasty

brownish fluid running to the ground as it meets

with pieces of dampened cardboard and broken glass.

As the darkness of the night engulfs the area,

we she shadows randomly moving in the distance.

As Mbuji looks slightly to his left he sees the

flickering light of what could be a burning

bonfire. It`s glow darting amongst the tacky walls

of the old buildings.

As he proceeds ahead, we see him take another left.

Moving forwards down a new track, much bumpier

than the previous, Mbuji starts to encounter

a succession of tacky old cars parked here and there.

He sees their windows smashed, their metal

frameworks badly scratched and dented.

As he turns left again, he is immediately faced

with the burning bonfire. It`s wood sizzling up

into the darkness.

As we focus on the wild bonfire, we see a number

of large, heavy shadows spreading out, up

across the old building walls and down

across the floor in front of it.

As we zoom out, we suddenly see an intimidating

group of tall black men, huddled together,

around the burning fire.

From a distance, we see puffs of dense smoke

smoothly leaving their mouths as rolled up

cigarettes are lightly placed amongst

their thick fingers.

As Mbuji moves closer, we see that one of the large

blacks has a colourful vest stretched over his

wide chest. It almost glows in the darkness.

We see three vertical colours striped together.

A bright green stripe followed by a red one

and then a yellow. The middle stripe bearing

a small yellow star.

As the camera moves closer, we see

some letters spread across the vest.

They read C-A-M-E-R-O-O-N.

Mbuji observes the small crowd of immigrants.

He appears far from surprised.

As he passes by, we see the tall

gang of blacks look down at Mbuji.

Their interest quickly deflating as they

realise it`s just another rough-looking

negro heading down the track that night.

Mbuji moves ahead.

As the car comes to a slow halt, we see

it stop just before a second concrete bridge,

this one even tackier than the first.

Again, we see large mounds of rubble beneath

the bridge. We see another small fire,

this time burning at ground level.

It gives light to three black men, sitting

around it on overturned boxes and large stones.

We see Mbuji gently turn off the engine.

His carlights quickly fading out.

We focus on Mbuji`s eyes as he studies the three

men lazily squatted around the flame, not far

away from him.

He sees them passing around something,

their heads tilted forward,

their shoulders drooping.

We zoom in further. We now see the nasty features

of a dirty syringe needle violently piercing

one of the black men`s arms.

The man`s head shakes slightly as he

removes the syringe and promptly passes

it on to the negro next to him.

Unshocked, Mbuji moves his attention away

from the druggies. He spots a number of old

scooters nudged up against a tacky wire fence.

He sees a fresh row of tacky cars crammed together.

The parked vehicles sleeping undisturbed

in the pitch darkness.

The rusty-fence enclosure surrounds an overgrown

field directly preceding a large concrete building

which is barely visible in the sheer darkness of

the night.

An abandoned edifice of some kind, we see that

half of one of it`s sidewalls is barely standing.

Surrounded by endless heaps of rubble and rubbish,

the dark and seemingly deserted building stands a

few floors high, almost completely hidden

behind the old bridge.

The silence of the scary area is suddenly disturbed.

We see a group of rowdy Nigerians walking towards

the car, in the opposite direction of the bridge.

There are five of them.

They appear very lively. We see them aggressively

scruffle up some empty beer cans and throw them

into the heaps of rubbish nearby.

We hear them yell in a savage way, blasting

out some African dialect as they appear

significantly appeased with themselves.

Mbuji promptly follows their movements in the darkness.

He sees them approach the tacky old fence.

The five blacks suddenly start pulling at the wire.

A medium sized hole suddenly reveals itself in the

rusty enclosure. As they stretch it open, we see them

move through it one by one. They slowly find

themselves in the overgrown field.

A few moments after the last Nigerian has passed

through the hole, we see another big Nigerian

start to pierce through it, this time in the

opposite direction.

He is soon followed by three other blacks, also

leaving the overgrown field.

Their faces covered by huge grins, we see the

four blacks laugh wildy as they smoothly

start to head towards the three druggies

slumped around the fire.

One of them promptly grabs a syringe

and brings it to his arm.

Zooming away from the car, we suddenly see Mbuji`s

large black arm hang out of his window.

We see him calling over to one of the Nigerians.

From a distance, we see the Nigerian approach the car.

As Mbuji`s head motions towards the old building,

it appears he is asking the Nigerian a question.

The rugid Nigerian, blatantly intoxicated,

immediately bursts out into an aggressive laughter.

He soon brings his thick black hand towards his

trousers and quickly cups his bulky groin.

As his tongue dangles loosely from his lips, we

see his eyes rolling madly, as if he were in a

state of total delight.

The Nigerian quickly turns around and faces the

rusty old fence, leading into the overgrown field.

He stares emphatically at the creepy old building,

letting out a powerful yell of satisfaction

and ecstasy.

He soon turns back towards Mbuji.

From a distance, we see the almost crazed

Nigerian violently start to move his hips

back and forth, back and forth.

As his grin expands, we se him mimicking

the act of anal sex.

Mbuji deviously watches the Nigerian.

His tongue still dangling, we then see

the black man stand erect as he brings

his right hand at the height of his waist.

We see him spread his large black hand out

in front of him as if he were holding

someone`s head.

His waist movement now resuming, he starts

mimicking the act of a violent blowjob.

His thick pink tongue spread out, the Nigerian

starts licking his lips in sheer delight.

Once more, he yells in ecstasy.

We see Mbuji say something to the black man.

The Nigerian soon spreads his arm out and begins

to point towards the rusty old fence.

His laughter growing louder and louder.

As the black man slowly starts to head back

towards the other druggies, we see the powerful

frame of Mbuji slowly exiting his car.

We follow the Senegalese as he starts to head under

the bridge.

Mbuji soon reaches the row of tacky old cars and

scooters.

He passes them by, looking for the hole in the

rusty fence.

With the camera at shoulder height, we follow

Mbuji as he slowly tries to fit his large

frame though the rugid hole.

He barely manages it.

We now follow Mbuji in the darkness, as he starts

to move ahead, across the field, amongst the

overgrown grass.

We see him promptly dodging large metal pipes,

mounds of rubble, as well as a number of

splintered pieces of wood dangerously

lying in the wild grass.

We see more and more rubbish bags.

A scrapped toilet vase lying on the floor.

Old mattress springs, broken glass panels

and even an old car engine heaped on the

ground without mercy.

We watch Mbuji as he is forced to stretch his

pace beyond a smelly stream of brownish sewery

waters flowing from a broken underground pipe.

As he gets closer and closer to the large concrete

building in front of him, we see that it`s thick

external walls bear the extended black marks of

an old fire.

The black burnmarks of the walls, now brutally

mixing with the glow of the graffiti

now plastering the crumbling edifice.

As he gets closer, Mbuji sees the large front

windows of the old building boarded up.

His gaze facing the ground, he can barely make out

the direction of a freshly improvvised footpath

leading to the side of the old building.

As things get darker and darker, we follow Mbuji as

he starts to head down the long path to the side of

the long edifice.

Mbuji moves ahead in mortal silence.

We see the whites of his eyes piercing out

from pitch darkness. His look appears tense.

As Mbuji gets closer to the other end of

the building, we begin to hear some voices.

The mumbles are blurred, but they begin to grow louder.

We follow Mbuji as he finally reaches the end of the

old building and slowly turns the corner.

The camera slowly moves upwards.

We look down on Mbuji as he is promptly confronted

with a large group of black men standing in front

of one of the building`s backdoors.

The blacks are extremely bulky and heavy.

We see them smoking carelessly whilst a thick

line of empty beer bottles can be seen on

a small wall just behind them.

We see the black men turn their attention to

Mbuji as he slowly starts to head towards them.

As he approaches the group, we see Mbuji slowly

take a pack of cigarettes from his back pocket

and promptly light a smoke.

From a distance, we see Mbuji begin to

mingle with the blacks. He offers a couple of

smokes to some of the men before patting one

of them on the shoulder.

We now see the men randomly talking.

Mbuji soon appears to be at ease as he huddles

with the other men.

We see him smoothly say something before the

rest of the blacks start to snigger at his joke.

The camera zooms away further.

Mbuji gradually turns his attention to the

building`s backdoor.

We see him ask something to the other men

as a slight grin invades his face.

The group of blacks begin to murmour emphatically.

Suddenly we see Mbuji bring his large black

hand to his groin area and heavily cup his

thick bulge.

The group of blacks start to laugh in agreement.

One of the men soon offers the Senegalese a swig

of his bottle before pointing towards the door.

The men now begin to nudge Mbuji towards the

old building, enticing him to enter.

Amongst the cheers of the large group, Mbuji

takes a swig at the bottle before handing it back.

He takes a final puff of his cigarette before

flicking it to the ground.

He suddenly turns towards the back door.

He gives one final look back at the sniggering

blacks before he starts to motion towards the

building`s back entrance.

We follow Mbuji at shoulder height.

He opens a scrappy old metal door.

Badly hinged, we hear it scraping on the

ground as the large Senegalese man now

enters the dark building.

INT. OLD BUILDING - LATE NIGHT

Once inside Mbuji is surrounded by darkness.

In the distance we see a small light bulb,

badly lit, barely revealing an almost

crumbling wall.

As we focus on the old wall, we see a number

of holes spread throughout it.

As a slight breeze sweeps the dark room, we see

the hanging light bulb swaying slightly.

Through one of the holes in the wall we catch

a glimpse of an old stairway on the other side of it.

We see Mbuji begin to head towards it.

Mbuji soons starts up the dusty concrete steps.

As he moves upwards and away from the dangling light

he is again faced with complete darkness.

Now on the first floor, we see Mbuji take out

his lighter.

He quickly lights a small flame, directing it in

front of him.

In semi-darkness, he sees nothing but heaps

of rubble. Old steel frames, dusty planks and

unplastered walls. A squallid sight.

The floor is completely abandoned. It`s

blackened walls covered in graffiti.

Mbuji motions his lighter to his right.

He turns back to the stairway and up

another flight of dusty steps.

Mbuji quickly reaches the second floor.

Without stopping, he starts a new flight of steps.

Again surrounded by darkness, Mbuji is now on

the third floor.

We follow him at shoulder height once more.

Ahead of Mbuji, we see a slight beam of light

piercing through one of the boarded up windows.

It reveals a small corridor leading to a

much larger one running the length of the

old building.

As the light gradually improves we see Mbuji

return his lighter to his pocket.

He starts to head down the long corridor

very cautiously.

Following Mbuji`s glance as we move forward, we

start to see cigarette butts scattered here and

there on the dusty floor.

As we continue down the long corridor, we see

a number of rusty metal doors badly secured

in front of tacky old rooms.

We see one of the metal doors lying on the

floor. Mbuji promptly stops in front of it.

Stepping over the door, he enters the old room.

In semi-darkness, we see electric wires dangling

from ceilings, broken glass covering the floors.

As rubbish bags abound, we suddenly see

a couple of large rats swiftly rush up an

old brass pipe.

Mbuji is unmoved.

As he lowers his head to the ground he

sees more empty bottles and cigarette butts.

Turning towards his left, he soon spots a

scruffled magazine piercing from under a

stained pillow on the floor.

We see Mbuji pick up the magazine.

As he opens it, we zoom in on its contents.

We see the features of a black woman.

Her legs are wide open as a large black penis

ferociously stretches her pussy.

In another picture we see her lips wrapped

around an even bigger black penis.

Mbuji quickly flicks through the pornographic

magazine before throwing it back to the ground.

We see him step back over the door into

the dark corridor once again.

He resumes ahead in his slow pace.

Delving into complete darkness once again,

Mbuji re-extracts his lighter.

We see the lighter-flame flickering

slightly. Mbuji is surrounded by silence.

Again the camera follows Mbuji at shoulder height.

He continues ahead, deeper into the dark belly

of the old building.

As the flame goes out, we see Mbuji begin to

struggle in an attempt to re-ignite it.

In pitch darkness, we suddenly see Mbuji`s

large frame immobilized at the centre of the

corridor as if he had heard something.

We fade up the volume.

The distant echoes of some voices can now be heard.

Mbuji soon manages to re-ignite the lighter.

He stands still as the small flame poorly

lights the long corridor in front of him.

We see Mbuji begin to proceed ahead very slowly.

After a while, the small flame reveals a large

brick wall, covered in cob-webs.

To it`s right however, we see the mouth of

a small stairway leading down to another

corridor, even darker.

Mbuji looks down it. He appears unconvinced.

He turns around, staring back into

the darkness surrounding him.

Suddenly, we hear some new mumbles coming

from down below.

Mbuji quickly brings his attention back to

the stairway.

We see him lower his lighter as he now

takes a better look.

He sees a long crack running down one of

the sidewalls. Some rugid concrete

steps covered in dust and a rusty sidebar

dangerosuly hanging from it`s supports.

As we zoom away, we see Mbuji start to descend

the tight and dark stairway.

As he reaches the bottom step, we start to hear

random voices mumbling in an African dialect.

Mbuji looks ahead.

We see another tight corridor, with a rather

low, crumbling ceiling.

At the very end of it, we can see a dim light

spreading across it`s uneven surface revealing

another larger corridor turning to it`s left.

Crouching his heavy shoulders, Mbuji starts to move

towards the end of the tight corridor.

The voices now become slightly louder.

As Mbuji reaches the end of the corridor he

closes his lighter once more and again returns

it to his back pocket.

As he approaches the corner, he sees the

flickering of an old light bulb dangling

from an electric wire.

Mbuji turns the corner as the dim light

reveals a larger corridor.

As the voices grow louder, Mbuji spots a tight

group of rough-looking blacks, maybe eight or

nine, huddled together smoking.

Studying the length of corridor, Mbuji quickly

spots another dangling light bulb about fifty

yards further down.

He soon sees another group of men, maybe

thirteen or fourteen blacks, beneath the

second light.

They appear drunk. Their movements erratic.

Their voices intimidating.

We see them holding beer bottles and smoking

dodgy cigarettes as a nasty smell of cannabis

invades the area.

As Mbuji begins to take a few steps forward,

he promptly brings his large black hand

to his forehead.

It sweeps the sweat now dripping from his head

as he begins to mingle with the large crowds.

An old mirror, half smashed, can be seen to the

right. It`s surface blurry, it is completely

steamed up by the crowds` intense body heat.

As we zoom in on Mbuji`s face, we see his

nostrils flare as they meet with the revolting

smell now surrounding him.

A terrible mixture of sweaty vests, hairy arm-

pits, dusty sandles and, to the left,

what used to be a small toilet room.

Peeping inside, Mbuji sees a filthy old toilet

stained by sticky brown escrements. It`s sewer

pipes leaking, we see flies hovering in delight.

As Mbuji moves down the large corridor he

sees one of the sidewalls dampened in patches.

Looking further down, in semi-darkness, he sees

the shadow of a big black man facing the wall.

We suddenly see yellowish liquid splashing

ferociously against the wall.

We zoom in.

We suddenly see a large black hand firmly wrapped

around a long and swollen penis. It`s thick, pink

helmet on display, we see the large black man

urinating undisturbed against the wall.

Mbuji moves ahead as if totally unnoticed.

As he moves further down the large corridor, he

begins to hear the faded rumours of some rowdy

cheers coming from a distance.

He moves ahead slowly as the cheers gradually become

more and more vivid.

In proximity of the second light bulb, Mbuji

stops in front of the second crowd of blacks.

He soon spots a couple of negros leaving the

crowd. They start to head down a much tighter

corridor to the right.

Now standing in front of the tight corridor,

Mbuji watches the two men go down it. They

then swiftly turn to the left.

As Mbuji focuses on the two men, we hear the

rowdy cheers becoming closer.

Mbuji watches the two blacks turn the corner.

He quickly sees four other Nigerians come

round it in the opposite direction.

As the four shadows approach the larger

corridor, we see that one of them is

walking strangely, as if his

movements were impeded slightly.

As they enter the light, we suddenly see a big

black man in front, tugging at his pants.

Mbuji looks ahead curiously.

The black man has an enormous grin curling up his

ugly rugid face. We see his pants down by his

thighs, his tight vest soaked in vapouring sweat.

As we zoom in, we see a swollen and veiny penis

dangling visciously between his black thighs.

A white fluid trickling from its tip, the man

appears elated.

As he joins the other blacks, he is soon

saluted by a loud roar. The other negros

chuckling in delight.

Mbuji stares down the side corridor.

His eyes sharpening, he now watches three more

blacks as they begin to venture down it.

They soon disappear to the left.

As the wild yells coming from the thin corridor,

grow louder and louder, Mbuji slowly starts to

head down it.

One slow step at a time, he hears more and more

voices cheering and laughing.

As Mbuji gets closer to the corner of the thin

corridor, he suddenly remains immobile.

From off-screen in fact, we suddenly hear the

agonizing and terrified screams of a what

appears to be a woman.

Mbuji`s eyes are stretched wide.

He quickly turns the corner to the left and is

immediately presented with another dark corridor,

even tighter than the previous.

The corridor is packed with dozens of huge black

men, all jammed together like sheep.

The majority of them bare-chested, we see their

rough black skin, soaked in sweat, shining with

a glow below another twitching light bulb.

As Mbuji studies the big herd of sweaty negros,

he sees the large men all facing a small entrance

to what appears to be a tacky old room.

Looking towards the old room, Mbuji sees that in

fact the room is filled to the brim, overflowing

with big black men all ferociously nudging each

another trying to gain entrance.

Studying the sweaty crowd of blacks, Mbuji soon

hears another desperate cry.

It is now obvious that the female voice

is coming from the old room.

We hear the voice in a state of desperation

and sheer agony.

We watch Mbuji as he soon detects an American

accent in the pleading cries of the female voice.

FEMALE VOICE

(agonizing)

NO !!!!

As the wild roars of the brutal crowd grow louder

and louder, the female voice is suddenly quashed.

Unable to scream, we soon hear the woman begin to

moan in desperation as if her mouth had been

filled up with something.

As Mbuji listens carefully, he soon sees two tall

negros, fighting their way past the large crowd,

trying to leave the room.

As they begin to head towards Mbuji, he sees that

they are laughing diabolically.

Panning down, we suddenly see that the two black

men are totally naked as they come forward.

Their powerful black bodies completely soaked in

sweat, the muscular black men shine impressively

as they get closer.

As we zoom in, we see their heavy black penises

swinging from left to right. Still semi-erect

and extremely swollen, they assume a snake-like

appearance as they sway outwards.

The two sweat-drenched blacks soon pass Mbuji and

head around the corner as the animal-like roars

from the room grow louder and louder.

Focusing on Mbuji`s face we see his lips thinning.

Once more, he brings his large black hand up to

his sweaty forehead and wipes it with verve.

Mbuji now looks ahead with violence. Almost in an

ape-like manner, his pupils dilating, his

nostrils flaring.

We see the rugid black skin of his cheeks crumple

as he begins to grin with devious pleasure.

We now see Mbuji start to move ahead.

His large frame mingling with the tight crowd

of blacks, we see Mbuji`s impressive height

easily matched by a number of other large

negros eager to enter the old room.

Mbuji starts to use his raw physical strength

to slowly make way for himself.

We see him completely surrounded by the herd

of sweaty negros.

His eyes stretched intensely, we now see sweat

gathering on his forehead as Mbuji uses his

heavy shoulders to gradually slice through

the wild crowd of blacks.

The camera follows Mbuji at shoulder height.

As we get closer to the entrance of the room,

we see that in fact it is completely full.

Panning in every direction, we see nothing but

large black men all sweating and laughing, crammed

together in concentric circles facing the centre

of the room beneath a dangling light bulb.

As Mbuji enters, he is immediately engulfed

by the revolting smell of the steamy and

sweaty room.

As sweat drips from his forehead, we see Mbuji

look around himself. His nostrils invaded by a

terrible mixture of stale urine and body sweat.

As the crowd open up slightly, a nasty smell

vapours towards Mbuji. The smell is obvious.

It is the smell of unwashed genitalia.

Fresh penis fluid and stale urine.

Mbuji`s nostrils flare out further.

We see him looking ahead trying to figure out

what is going on when suddenly we hear the

desperate female voice once again.

This time it is very close.

FEMALE VOICE (off-screen)

NO, PLEASE !!! PLEA..

Once more, the voice is interrupted.

Again, we hear more groans as the woman

appears to be in absolute agony.

As the cheers once again grow louder, we

see Mbuji begin to motion forward.

We see him determined. With authority Mbuji,

begins to nudge his way ahead.

Again the camera follows at shoulder height.

As the crowd gradually opens up, the agonizing

female moans grow louder and higher.

Mbuji starts catching the glimpse of what

appear to be steel legs of a scrappy

old work-table.

Moving closer to the inner circles of negros,

we see that the big blacks are completely naked.

Amongst the wild cheers, we see heavy shoulders,

bulking biceps, shiny naked thighs, fleshy round

bottoms soaked in trickling sweat and many long,

thick black penises dangling amongst the steam.

As Mbuji is only a few feet away from

the centre of the room, the desperate

female moans are imminent.

We zoom in on Mbuji`s face as the ferocious

crowd, surrounding the old table, slowly

begins to open up.

Staring ahead, we suddenly see Mbuji`s

eyes stretch wide open.

His pupils dilating, we see Mbuji`s

breathing deepen heavily as he is

suddenly presented with a barbaric

scenario directly in front of him.

The camera slowly zooms in.

Gradually moving beyond Mbuji`s shoulder,

we focus the lense.

As we move in we have a full vision of a white

woman, spread-eagled across the table. Totally

surrounded by the huge negros.

We move closer .. It is Sheila.

Mbuji stares ahead in shock.

As we zoom down over her, we see that Sheila`s

body has been stripped completely naked.

We soon see Sheila`s enormous breasts trembling

frantically as a number of big black hands are

ferociously cupping and massaging her fleshy mounds.

We see other hands violently pulling at her wrists,

whilst others dynamically grasp her ankles,

stretching her legs out wide.

Sheila is totally immobile, spread-eagled, degraded.

Her delicate white flesh soaked in sweat,

surrounded by dozens of huge negros.

As we zoom down, we move between Sheila`s legs.

As the camera moves closer, we see that her

pussy is in fact very thick and hairy.

Her bush exremely damp and sticky.

Moving towards her stomach, we see sweat

trickling down into her tummy-hole.

We now see two big negros at either side

of Sheila`s naked body. Their large black

hands violently squeezing her fleshy busoms,

we see the big blacks taking it in turn

to suck on Sheila`s swollen and milky

nipples.

The camera smoothly moves up.

As we focus on Sheila`s neck, we see a

sticky white fluid trickling down it,

onto her silver necklace.

As the camera moves up slowly, we see more and

more fluid cover her neck and chin.

We zoom in closer as we hear Sheila moan in

desperation.

Moving upwards, we now see Sheila`s face.

Her eyes darting frantically, we see that her

stare is fixed dramatically on an impressive

pair of black man`s balls next to her left cheek.

The heavy black balls are swaying from left

to right, covered in revolting black hair.

Dangling loosely, they are also dripping with

the sticky white fluid.

As the camera zooms out slightly, we get to see

Sheila`s entire face as tears roll down it.

The whites of her eyes flickering in terror,

we now see a monstruous black penis, impressively

swollen and veiny, almost choking Sheila`s mouth.

We zoom in very close.

We increase the volume as the impressive black

rod stretches Sheila`s lips wide open.

We hear the degrading sounds of Sheila`s intense

sucking as well as the heavy friction coming from

the huge black penis ferociously invading her mouth.

Sheila`s entire body now wriggles frantically as

the huge black rod pumps her delicate mouth.

We see the enormous penis going in and out.

In and out. In and out.

And still.. in and out. Without stopping.

Sheila`s lips are wrapped tightly around the

black schlong as it stretches her jaws wide.

Her nostrils flaring, we see her struggling for

air as she almost chokes on the huge penis.

As a large black hand now clasps her throat, we

see the terrifying black rod being forced

deeper and deeper down Sheila`s throat.

Begging for air, we see Sheila`s tongue

as it barely manages to leave her mouth

in an attempt to breathe in.

The thick rod still deep down her throat,

we immediately see Sheila`s tongue forced

to lick the underpart of the black rod in

order to accomodate it.

Sheila`s eyes squeem as she appears disgusted.

Mbuji stares ahead at the daunting blowjob.

Sheila is stretched further wide.

Her body completely naked, she

appears humiliated, totally degraded.

The swollen rod invading her mouth as more

and more black hands violently massage her

wet body.

Mbuji stares ahead in awe.

He immediately sees Sheila`s swollen nipples getting

harder and harder at each thrust of the large black

penis invading her mouth.

Her chest frantically heaving upwards, Sheila`s teary

eyes are soon directed down towards her shuddering

breasts as she realises just how stiffened her

milky nipples have become.

As the black rod continue to rape her mouth, we

see more tears run down Sheila`s cheeks as her

embarassment grows thrust after thrust.

Looking around herself, we see Sheila`s eyes meet

with the eyes of the wild negros as they violently

stare at her juicy nipples getting stiffer and

stiffer.

As more hands rub her naked body, Sheila`s

breathing gets heavier and heavier.

We see large black hands rubbing Sheila`s thighs,

massaging her ankles, cupping her large breasts.

As Sheila`s stiff nipples protrude high above her

shuddering breasts, we now see her legs stretched

even further outwards. We zoom in.

We see Sheila`s wet and sticky pussy gaping open.

Mbuji stares ahead in a state of crazed arousal.

His eyes glittering, we suddenly see him

bring his hands to his belt.

A nasty grin covering his face, Mbuji starts

to unfasten his pants as he stares ahead

at the naked white woman helplessly

stretched out in front of him.

As we focus on his large black hands, we quickly

see a huge bulge growing beneath his pants.

His eyes fixed on Sheila, he starts to trudge

ahead heavily. His large, powerful frame

making its way amongst the wild negros.

END OF ACT 1.

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