FAFA Food for all Africa

Prologue

This is a Fantasy, don’t read on if College Girls, Forced, Extreme, Heavy, interracial, public nudity, humiliation, cannibalism, snuff, piercing by red hot meat hooks, attacks by Crocodiles, bad grammar and rape with a touch of ironic humour are not your scene.
Maybe fifty per cent of it is based on or plagiarised from “Humanitarian famine assistance” by Rotneb, it started as an edit but it’s now substantially different to that story which received reviews of 2/10 and even 1/10. All characters are entirely fictitious apart from the fat cow who works in the office next door and knows who she is, oh and Amanda who is gorgeous, and Emily who works in the Deli where I buy my lunch.
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Part One.

There was a real sense of destiny in the cavernous interior of the Ambrose lecture hall at the University and Kathy listened intently as Professor Williams came to the end of his lecture … “And now as I come to the end of this necessarily brief overview of our work, to alleviate the problems of hunger and starvation in Africa, I shall leave you to consider how much this is situation due to wars or climate and how much to politicians.”

His words echoed around the University lecture hall as the small group of undergraduates from the Overseas aid society, as Kathy nervously waited to give her prepared Thank – you speech


“Is there anything we can do to help?” Alicia asked, “Like give money or food or something?”


“Oh yes,” the Professor stood again, “Money is essential but the politics are impossible,”


“How do you mean, sir, is it the Republicans?” A guy in the third row asked earnestly.


“Political negotiations are underway but it takes time, so we are dependent on contribution from charities or individuals to keep people alive unto the politicians react, The contribution does not need to be money, we intend to fly food directly to the starving, We are happy to receive food at our temporary aid centre at 96 Thornton anytime.”


“You’re just asking for canned food?” someone asked.


“Oh no we will be equally happy to receive cans and cereals and even live animals for slaughter. Live animals keep the meat fresh right up until we slaughter them.”


“What in Africa?” A young bearded guy asked.


The professor shook his head, “Unfortunately, No, the Politicians have ruled the export of live animals from the US to Africa for slaughter is illegal, standards used in slaughterhouses are unacceptable to US animal welfare activists and we can’t get government approval, but of course Muslim Africans won’t accept our meat as they can’t see it is killed according to their rituals. It is worst in remote rural villages, where people struggle to carry grain or flour yet Cattle could easily walk there, it means people perhaps will die before the food arrives.”


“So what’s the answer?”


“Just plug away at the Politicians,” the professor admitted, “but please, if have you a brilliant solution, just let me know.” there was a ripple if laughter and then as Kathy saw there were no more raised hands she rose and gave her prepared speech, “May I on behalf of the,” she began and soon the Professor smiled and stepped down from the lectern signalling the lecture was indeed over.


Students gathered in groups after the lecture. “Why can’t the Politicians put people first why must change happen so slowly? someone asked.


“Because no one will take the lead.” someone replied, “It’s always a question of money. No politician will risk upsetting the animal rights lobby, they donate far too much money. “


“Yes, but we must tackle it now. ” Kathy’s friend Linda suggested. “The worst thing is that we could get meat to the inaccessible villages, if only we could export live cows, and that could mean the difference between people dying or keeping them alive. “


Kathy suddenly had an idea, “We need to show that animals can be quickly delivered on the hoof to remote outlying villages, I have an idea, maybe we could dress up as cows and have a demonstration, I’ll speak to my girl-friends, something that maybe can draw attention to the problem, I’ll ring round as soon as I get home.”


Kathy started phoning immediately with her cell phone “Hi Tina, we have just finished an information session about the famine in Africa and I would like to talk to you about it. Can we meet?”


“Yes,” Tina agreed,


“Tomorrow Ten o’clock by the Library and bring some of your girlfriends.” Kathy continued, ” Only girls, yes, it’s a girl action and I guess we all need to be at least 18.”


Tania agreed, “OK, I’ll see you at 10 o’clock.”


Kathy rang Rhoda “What is it about?”


“It is a surprise. Try to get as many girls as possible.”


“What is it about?” Rhoda asked.


“Let’s just say it’s a very provocative all girl action for the hungry in Africa.”


“Ok it sounds intriguing” Rhoda agreed, “I’ll tell Mona, we’ll be there.”





Next morning Kathy was up at six working on her plan, she rang Professor Williams, “Hi, I have an idea!” she said, “A mass demonstration by the Library!”


“With a marching band and,” suggested the Professor as he struggled to wake up.


“Oh, no, just girls.” she said wishing she had thought it through,


“You really need the Radio and TV there, to make an impact, maybe some kind of angle, maybe you have an anorexic friend who can pretend to be starving?” he suggested.


“No, sorry,” Kathy said “We will have a meeting and maybe make some cow suits to wear and posters for Sunday.”


“Do you have cow suits?” he asked.


“No but we can make some!” she exclaimed.


“Wear swimsuits then, the TV Cameramen love naked flesh, anything to get their attention.”


“Could you fly us to Africa to make the point how quick we could do it?” Kathy asked.


“Sure our 747 goes East Tomorrow and a week tomorrow and comes back through USAF Okinawa so no problem.


Kathy rang the TV station when they opened the switchboard at eight thirty, , “I think you’ll like this story, its an all girl action for change to African Aid rules, down at the Campus Library at ten this morning!”



Kathy was at the Library by nine fifteen and she waited anxiously in case no one turned up, she had borrowed a megaphone and suddenly from nothing about fifty girls seemed to have arrived so she switched it on and nervously started to address the gathering, “Hey good to see so many of you here, I think I’ll get started, I think everyone’s here that’s coming.” she paused for breath and continued, “I’m sure you want to contribute this action to obtain food for the people affected by famine in Africa. Maybe one or two wont go for it but here is my proposal, so we can discuss it.”


She paused again and continued “Last evening Linda and I went to a Lecture by the organisation Food Aid For Africans. It was very traumatic but our Politicians are stopping FAFA’s efforts to provide help to the areas affected by famine. People are dying in droves from hunger.”


She paused again, “Food on the hoof, that is the answer, ship live animals in planes and walk them the last few miles like the wild west.”


“So,” someone asked.


“Politicians wont work together, ours wont export live animals, their people wont trust our dead meat all we need is permission to export cows, which could walk to the remote villages.”


“So what are you saying?”


“We should pretend to be the cows,” Kathy suggested, “Get the TV to film us”,


“What do you mean? Do you really think we should be sent to Africa, as cows, as meat?


“No but as publicity, one day we are here in the USA and two days later we’re in the remotest village , Of course, we’re not actually being sent sent to Africa as food. But if we could provoke enough media interest maybe the politicians will have to do something, maybe we can force them to let us send live cows to feed the hungry.”

Kathy paused again, “I spoke to FAFA and they can fly us to Africa no problem, but to get TV coverage we need to do something provocative,” she paused again,


“Now to the most difficult part, how do we do it? Well we could strip completely naked. Yes, you heard right.” Kathy said, “But perhaps not butt naked perhaps, but bare breasted, our breasts representing a cow’s udders, we all go topless on the beach on vacation so why not on this great cause.”


There was an uneasy silence.


“We need to go completely topless to the main square and act as a human traffic as a first step.” Linda suggested as she grabbed the megaphone to break the silence.

“People will think we are just like prostitutes, if we do that!” someone said from the edge of the group.


“Not if we all do it, it is an action to help the disaster victims. It is a humane action. It will be obvious when we set up posters.” Kathy reassured her.


“I’m with you,” Linda announced and she slipped off her tee shirt and Brassier so her ample breasts spilled out, “Just panties and shoes girls, shall we?”


“Yes let’s do something dramatic to wake the politicians up.”


“Yes, it will be fun to provoke those fuddy duddies I’ve never been naked in public before, but I will do it for a good cause.” another girl said as she stripped to the waist.


“But the guys will stare.” another girl exclaimed


“Oh, Esmee you’re not shy!” her friend reminded her.


“No, we’ll do it all together.” Kathy insisted, “We should just pretend to be cows for a day or two. I’m ready for the action, as a human cow.”


Kathy saw to her amazement everyone was stripping to the waist “Lets go to the square right now!” she said and the girls just threw their discarded clothes in side the Library Foyer and began to run almost naked down the street, car horns honked and the TV camera man and reporter suddenly got very excited.


Several of the girls were still nervous but the excitement carried them along.


They jogged down the blacktop slowing the traffic to a crawl until they got to the City square, they hadn’t time to prepare posters so they chanted ” Food Aid For Aricans, Live Cows for Africa,” until the Sheriff and deputies can to investigate why the traffic was all snarled up and horns were honking.


Sheriff Hansden knew Kathy well, “Hey why are you girls naked in the street Kathy, I don’t think your dad would approve you’re usually such a good girl? “


” We need to demonstrate to help to get food to Africa’s hungry…” she told him.


“What kind of crazy idea is that girl. It’s not really wise to walk around half naked. If you don’t go home or get covered up soon I’m going to have to arrest you.”


“Professor Williams says he will fly us to Africa, will you call him?” Kathy asked.


“Well if he fetches you within the hour I’ll let it go this time.” the Sheriff agreed, you got his number?”


Kathy pulled a card from her shoe and Sheriff called the Professor on his cell phone.


The Professor was watching the demonstration on the TV in his motel room, his Cattle truck with “Cows for Africa” logo which he used for publicity was outside and he quickly agreed to collect the girls.


He called his driver and they set off to collect the girls almost immediately.and they timed it so they were there just within the hour and he smiled to the TV camera as he undid the ramp and ushered the laughing and cheering girls into the Truck.


“Why are you doing this,” The TV reporter asked Professor Williams as though he thought the whole plan was the professor’s idea.


“Maybe it’s a bit extreme but we do it here in a good reason. Politicians are stopping us from sending food to the starving in Africa so we this will provoke the politicians to do something”.


“How will you do that, get the politicians motivated get the negotiations started?”


“Easy enough. We send the girls as symbolic human cows. symbolising fresh meat, ready for export to Africa., and they will be airborne within the hour. I have a cameraman on board, will you come too?” the Professor asked.


“No, I can’t but.” he said in confusion.


“There’s no checks on people joining a cargo flight,” the professor explained, “but Cows need twenty seven separate forms and they can’t be exported to Africa for slaughter period, it’s ridiculous when you can legally export girls for slaughter and not Cows.”


“That sure is weird!” he agreed and as the tailgate was lifted the TV man filmed through the gaps in the slatted sides of the truck as the girls were driven away.


“Well, there you have it,” the reporter joked “there you also have something delicious meat, a truck full of beautiful human cows, Kathy Tripps and her friends, I guess they’ll rejoice in Africa to get such a delicious offering.”


The truck bumped along “Obviously we girls will not end up as food. but by doing this we will force the politicians hand and help the hungry people in Africa.” Kathy said as they bumped along.


“Yes, but wouldn’t I be a delicious piece of meat?” said a grinning Linda as shook her body and her breasts swung provocatively.


“What about our Lectures, my essay is due on Friday!” someone complained.


“We’ll be back for Friday,” Linda said, “Don’t worry!”


The TV station had now sold the story nationwide so people were watching the the story coast to coast and the TV station MMTV had found Mr Schmidt from FAFA to interview, “My name is William Schmidt from the organisation ‘Food Aid For Africans’.” he said in his German accent, “Yesterday evening after a lecture by my colleague Professor Williams, these girls spontaneously agreed to be sent to Africa as meat to feed the starving.”


“Surely they don’t, mean to be eaten!” the reporter responded.


“Oh yes!” he said, “Unless the Govenerment relax their ban on live cow exports the girls will literally feed the starving.” the paused, “But I’m sure the government will see sense, you see we are taking money and tinned food to Africa, but most of it doesn’t get to those who are dying of hunger. We need to get fresh meat to the starving and girls are made of meat”.


The reporter continued, “I think that these young naked girls already have helped your cause a lot, even if the Africans don’t actually get to eat them, they have been a splendid advertisement for your organisation ‘Food for all Africans’.”


The Truck arrived at the the old military Airfield just outside town,where the big FAFA jet plane was loading rice and maize and canned food for Africa. Professor Williams put down the ramp and invited the girls to climb into the plane, it was a 747 Jumbo jet combi – freighter with just a few passenger seats in the forward fuselage and in the hump behind the cockpit.


The Professor counted fifty six girls and he had them sit in the lower seats and strap in, the engines were already running, and soon they were taxiing ready for takeoff.


None of the girls wanted to end up as food, but Professor Williams distributed donation forms to the girls, “If you could just itemise and sign only you will need to be shown as donations to avoid import duty when we arrive,”


Kathy looked again on the headline: Donation of aid to the organisation ‘Food Aid For Africans’. Social Security number, address and city, nature of donation.


Once more she read the rest of the text: Your donation is a gift that can only be used for emergency relief to needy people on the African continent. Organisation ‘Food Aid For Africans’ will on request disclose where any donated money or food is used and who the beneficiaries are.


“What do we put for donation,” a girl asked.


“Meat! I guess,” someone laughed.


The flight was long and boring but there was an old movie and there was food and the girls laughed and chattered and some even reclined their seats and slept.


Professor Williams addressed the girls as they approached the destination, “If you could fasten your seat belts, and have your forms ready so we can get you through customs quickly, if you could please wait in the plane until you are called.”


He paused and said pleasantly “We’re nearly there, there’s plenty of food if anyone is hungry?”


The plane descended and landed lightly on the sandy airstrip in the darkness the precedes the dawn.


There was hectic activity at the aid centre, getting ready for the reception of the girls. A large storage room with a few small high windows had been cleared ready for them and a few hundred yards away a reception room had been prepared with a desk and a good stock of iron chains and chains and neck rings was laid on the floor and covered by some old blankets.


The plane door opened “Amy Abrams” someone called and Amy went to the door and was led away, past the aircraft nose, she struggled to hear over the whine of the engines.


A Uniformed African sat at the reception desk, “Miss Abrams?” he asked.


“Yes,” she agreed.


“Have you anything to declare.” he asked.


“No,” she giggled, “just me!”


“Ah, so you are meat for the starving?” he asked. “A human Cow?”


“Yes!” she giggled.


“We have some chains, I thought it would be more authentic,” Professor Williams suggested as he joined them, “For the cameras.”


Amy looked shocked as she saw the pile of iron chains and neck rings as an African aid worker uncovered them, Now, suddenly it seemed serious she didn’t want to be chained but she was far from home and alone and didn’t know what else to do so she just remained completely still as the Professor put an iron clamp around her neck and locked it with a padlock.





“Is that too tight?” he asked. she shook her head so he took two wrist clamps and put them on her wrists and chained them behind her back, “That will look good for the Cameras, will you go to the lounge with Mr Akaido while we do the others please.” he asked, “Oh just one thing cows don’t wear panties and shoes, do you mind!” he said and he motioned to Akaido who pulled down Amys panties.


“No please!” Amy wailed but she could do nothing to prevent it as Akaido lifted her feet in turn and pulled off her expensive trainers and short white socks, leaving her chained and completely naked.


Akaido took her to the next shed some way away, where a uniformed officer and two soldiers waited for them, , “Contraband?” the officer insisted, “Have you any?” he asked,


“No!” Amy squealed “Where could I possibly hide contraband?”


“In mouth, in Pussy, up ass hole,” he said, “Open your mouth,” he ordered and he took his torch and shone it in her mouth. “Is clear, OK Pussy.”


“No!” Amy protested but one Soldier held her while the other took his stick and jammed it into Amy soft pink pussy, driving it hard and mercilessly between her soft pink almost virginal lips until five of its eight inches were buried deep within her.


She screamed but instead of removing it his colleague tried to pry her anus open with his stick instead ,


“Stop for gods sake stop!” Amy screamed.


“But why, you are here for ‘Food Aid For Africans’.” the Officer asked incredulously, “You are here as a livestock to be slaughtered for food, so surely you cannot complain when we check you for contraband like we would an animal?”


“No!” she screamed, but the soldiers grasped her buttocks and dragged the skin around her ass hole tight until they could get her ass hole open and drive the stick almost six inches inside her.


“We will give you something to eat and water to drink but you are now an animal so you will be kept in chains.” Th Officer insisted, “That way it is easiest for everyone.”


Amy could do nothing then they took her to the store room.


One by one they took the girls from the plane and chained them with iron clamps around their necks and wrists each locked with a padlock and stripped them and checked their mouths and pussies and asses for drugs buy forcing their truncheons deep inside the unwilling girls and then they found there were iron rings in the wall of the store room so each girl was first chained to the wall by the neck ring and four feet of iron chain and then their wrists were connected by more chains so sets of seven naked girls were chained together.


They filmed everything on a webcam, and sent a live feed to William Schmidt in the USA who was pleased with the outcome.


“Put the girls together in 7 day dinner packages,” he suggested “one a day for a week for eight weeks for a village of about 100 hungry people, or maybe one week for eight Villages”.


So the girls were stripped and searched and shackled in batches of seven in the big store room, their screams muffled by the 747’s jet engines which were still idling, finally Professor William came to address them once more and again they screamed and pleaded “Please, don’t do it set us free we tried to help you, why do you want to kill us!” they demanded.


“Sorry girls, you donated yourselves as meat, as food to the starving in Africa.