Ancient map-makers used to identify unknown territory by the simple expedient of lettering a Latin phrase that translated: "Here, there be lions." It is sobering to realize that centuries later, despite the heroic efforts of explorers and the technical triumphs of the chart-makers, a psychological map of the world would still contain a lot of "Lion country." If the citizens of Senegal and Mauritania are a combination of myth and mystery ... and misinformation to most Westerners, the condition is equaled when it comes to an accurate picture of the West, and the United States in particular.
It is because of this paucity of accurate information on both sides of the proverbial fence that such agencies as the Peace Corps have come into existence. Young people throughout the world are trying desperately to achieve the only true and viable alternative to global conflict: Improved communications especially on the one-to-one humanistic level.
In author Frederica de Mille's moving novel, Peace Corps Bride, we find one such highly motivated young couple, recently married and fresh out of college with degrees in anthropology, anxiously accepting this humanistic challenge and all its attendant hardships with a vigor that the more sedate among us can only hope to admire.
Just how this fine young couple copes with the unpredictable result of their own personal excursion is, of course, what this story is all about. But, yet, it is more than that; it is a study of unflinching courage and unrequiting devotion that cannot help but leave the reader deeply moved by the experience of sharing however clandestinely in their adventure into the unknown.
In turn, we, the publishers, are proud to have the privilege of publishing this fine novel. It is one that we are certain will become a Classic ... and a fine addition to the readers library of human values and conflicts.
-The Publishers
CHAPTER ONE
Dinner at an excellent French restaurant is a pleasant surprise anytime. In Africa, it is doubly so. Yet, in spite of certain preconceptions of mud-and waddle huts and savage natives which honestly do still exist in the interior there are any number of surprisingly good French restaurants to be found in the mostly modern capitals of territories formerly under the suzerainty of the French Colonial Administration. In Dakar the capital of Senegal, and a city with a number of first-class restaurants three of the most outstanding are ... Croix du Sud, Hotel N'Gor, and Chez Marie-Louise. It was in the latter that young Doug and Penny Glasser sat waiting for their evening's dinner companion, Howard and Carol North.
"Well, darling?" the young husband smiled, exhibiting a row of even white teeth. "Have you made up your mind yet?"
"Gee, Doug," Penny responded, "I can't decide everything sounds so scrumptious!" Doug smiled indulgently. "Maybe we should wait for the Norths," he offered.
Penny wrinkled her nose and brightened. "Not on your life, Doug! Besides, they said for us to go ahead and order since they're liable to be a while at Major M'Bonu's office."
Doug laughed openly, then fell into his fair-to-middlin' Humphrey Bogart imitation. "Okay, kid, I get the picture." He dropped back into his own voice. "You want to ask a waiter what's good?"
Penny nodded in the affirmative, then blushed when her incorrigible tease of a husband snapped his finger and shouted a very touristy, "Garcon!"
Immediately, an impeccably liveried waiter with a face as black as night appeared at their table. "Is monsieur ready to order now?" he asked in flawless French.
"What do you recommend?" Doug followed in a broken facsimile of the same language.
"Soave, I think. A full liter--we're expecting company."
As the African waiter shuffled off in the direction of the, kitchen, Penny turned to her husband and dimpled. "Gee, Doug," she whispered, "I had no idea you knew anything about wines!"
"All the better to snow you with, my dear," he Bogarted.
"You mean--. "
"I mean, I don't know Soave from Shinola!"
Penny stared straight-faced at her handsome young husband for a long moment, then broke into a peal of infectious laughter. God, how she loved that smiling dark-haired boy ... !
They had been married nearly six months now, having "tied the Freudian knot," as Doug called it, the day following their graduation.. from Montana State in June. Within these same few months, they had applied to, been accepted by, and trained for a Peace Corps assignment in Africa. Since both Penny and Doug had Bachelor of Arts degrees in anthropology, the choice had been a natural one. Indeed, when they'd met in the spring of their junior year, it was during a seminar on African art and music. In the relatively short period of time that had passed since that eventful day, the happy-go-lucky boy, who at twenty-three was two years Penny's senior, had become her whole life. And she, his.
Doug himself now caught up in his young wife's happy laughter, studied the lovely face across the table from him. He never tired of looking at Penny at her refined, delicately formed features, the perky upturned nose with its smattering of pale freckles across the bridge, the well-spaced sky-blue eyes. Her fine, nut-brown hair fell freely like long cascading silk, from a simple center part. Her firm, melonous breasts rode high and proud the smooth upper slopes deliciously naked above the daringly low-cut black crepe cocktail dress she'd purchased just that morning at a chic little shop in the lobby of their hotel. In her haste to get on with the "missionary" nature of their business, Penny hadn't even thought to bring a formal dress along, just a few flimsy cotton things and several shorts and halter ensembles for the hotter months. Nonetheless, her husband thought proudly, Penny's the kind of girl who'd look good in a potato sack!
"Hi! Mind if we join you?"
The intruding voice belonged to Carol North.
"Oh, hi, Carol," piped Penny. "We just ordered. Why don't you guys sit down?" Dinner proceeded rapidly and smoothly. It was a curious and instantaneous friendship that grew between the four young Americans, one born more of common interests and background rather than longevity. Howard and Carol North, only slightly older than Doug and Penny themselves, had met their young replacements just that morning at the airport. At ten that same evening, the Glassers would be seeing the Norths off for their return flight to the States, following an eighteen-month stint as instructors at the Corps-sponsored Mgoro Technical School.
"Better eat hearty, kids," Howard offered comradely. "Once you get to Mgoro, you'll be lucky if you can think up an appropriate excuse to get into Dakar every two months." He shoved a forkful of langouste into his mouth and chewed reflectively. "La Pierre he's the headmaster runs a tight village."
Carol wrinkled her nose and seconded, "I'll say! That old French fart is so decrepit he creaks when he walks!"
"Oh, he's not so bad, really," Howard countered, reaching for the wine. "If you do a good job ... and by that I mean, just teach and not talk liberal politics ... he'll do all right by you."
"As long as you don't ask for many trips to town," Carol said. "Ol' La Pierre's a real worry wart."
Penny, following closely, cleared her throat. "Oh?"
Howard took a long sip of Soave and swallowed. "Rotten stuff, this!" he said. I'll sure be glad to get my hands on some good ol American Ripple!"
"Why does whoever you said" Penny pressed.
"La Pierre?" Carol supplied.
"Yes. Why does he worry?"
The Norths stared at one another for a second, then Carol nodded for Howard to continue the explanation.
"Well," Howard began. "You're aware of the war going on in Guine-Bissau Portuguese Guinea?"
Doug and Penny nodded in the, affirmative. He continued, "Farim that's a Portuguese stronghold is only a few kilometers from Mgoro, across the border "
"But," Doug interrupted, "I thought with Salazar's bunch out of power, things were going to cool down!"
"Yes, yes ... Independence and all that ... Well, it's not all that simple ... Tribal rivalries, renegade troops, you know the ticket."
"Y-You make it sound like a miniature Congo!" Carol protested. "You're scaring them half to death!"
"Am I?" Howard continued. "Well, I didn't mean it like that ... It's pretty small-scale stuff, really."
"How small?" Penny queried concernedly.
"Just a bunch of renegades," Carol explained. "Some of the rebels on the Northern Front had a falling out with Cabral a year or so ago, and they've kind of set up shop for themselves."
"There's been a few rapes and one killing or two on the wrong side of the border," Howard added hastily.
Penny gave out a startled gasp, and Doug quickly covered her hand with his own and squeezed it for reassurance. He cleared his throat with a sip of wine. "Where does Mgoro fit into all this?" he questioned.
Howard dabbed the last vestiges of crayfish from his lips with the corner of his napkin, then fumbled for a cigarette. "Mgoro village takes its name from the Mgoro tribe. But, of course, you already know that."
"We should," Penny interjected, "we just spent several weeks studying the Mgoro language!"
"Well, like I was saying, the Mgoro are sort of domesticated cousins of the Djambulu. And, well, the Djambulu are pretty bad news."
"Goon."
Howard lit his cigarette and let the smoke spiral toward the ceiling. There were several European couples scattered around the restaurant and he nodded pleasantly at one of them. He seemed to be enjoying keeping Doug and Penny in suspense. Finally, he sighed, "The Senegalese government doesn't even mess with the Djambulu. The Djambulu are on both sides of the border, though the former colonial powers had precious little regard for ethnic boundaries when they carved this damned continent up and these renegades Carol mentioned are mostly Djambulu from the Guinea side of the family."
Doug started to refill the wine glasses. "You haven't lost us so far," he said.
Howard went on, "Thanks to American aid, the Portuguese have been well supplied with napalm. When things get too hot down south if you'll pardon the pun the poor bastards cross over the border and spend a little time with their Yankee cousins."
Penny was the first to respond, with an audible, "Wow!"
Carol, smiling, reassured her with, "Don't worry about it, hon, as long as you stick pretty close to Mgoro village, you'll be okay."
"Yeah, that's right," added Howard.
A minute or two of silence passed as the foursome polished off the remainder of the langouste. Finally, Carol said, "Actually, the biggest surprise you're apt to encounter is the nudity ... naked breasts are de rigueur you expect them. But."
"But, the Mgoro consider it unhealthy to leave the penis covered," added Howard. Doug managed a wan smile. Penny stared red-faced at her empty plate.
"A bead belt and a pair of leather sandals, and they're ready to go to market," continued Carol, with a sip of wine. Then, "Now get ready for this one, kiddies. Mgoro is no nudist colony an erection is considered to be the biggest compliment a Mgoro boy can pay to any woman he encounters!"
A wry smile spread across Howard's face. "And the Mgoro are noted for their big compliments!"
Penny nearly spewed a mouthful of wine on the table. Doug calmed her with a timorous, "Easy, baby. You're an anth major, remember? Unshockable?"
Howard looked at his watch. "Carol, it's after eight," he said. "We'd better get moving if we're going to catch that plane."
Doug started to offer to see them off, but Howard held up his hand in protest. "Thanks, anyway, kids. If I were you, I'd trot right back to my hotel room and get some sleep ... believe me, you're going to need it."
"The road to Mgoro is paved with boulders!" quipped Carol.
CHAPTER TWO
They took them to Mgoro in a Land-Rover Doug and Penny, with Major Marcel M'Bonu, the Mgoro District Political Officer, driving. They had planned to leave the following morning, as it was a considerable drive to Mgoro Village, but the Norths at the bequest of Headmaster La Pierre-had supplied the new arrivals with a long shopping list of things that were presently in short supply at the school. Indeed, they had spent the better part of the cool, morning hours the best time of the day for travel scrounging the waterfront warehouses of Dakar for such items as nails, rope, string, soap, a washbasin, several wooden buckets, a hammer, paint and brushes, various cases of canned meats and vegetables, and many tins of paraffin oil, since there was no electricity in the village but for that produced by a small generator at the school itself, and none at all for cooking or lighting. It wasn't until early afternoon that they managed to get away, and by that time both Doug and Penny were ready to collapse from sheer exhaustion.
In addition to Major M'Bonu, they were accompanied by four regular soldiers of the Senegalese army who were armed to the toenails with submachine guns, a bazooka, and a small flame-thrower. Major M'Bonu, seemingly, did not like to take unnecessary risks. Indeed, as the Glassers later discovered, the accompanying troops were no more nor less than his personal bodyguard; the only reason he hadn't brought a full detachment of regulars along is because he had heard that there would be an entire regiment of the Senegalese Militia in convoy along the route ... in case he needed assistance. But, in any case, the threat of unprovoked attack seemed almost surreal in contrast to the tooth-shattering reality of the "road".
Just a few very few kilometers southeast of Dakar, the simple tarmac highway returned virtually to nature. And each time a wheel slammed into a pothole or a cabbage-size rock, the young couple could hear the bouncing troops in back emit a united curse, alternately in French or in one of several tribal languages. Doug estimated, conservatively, that he had learned at least fourteen different words for "Fuck!" that day. Carol North, it seemed, had not exaggerated about the condition of the road.
Still, once the party got underway, young Doug and Penny Glasser found themselves getting caught up in the adventurous spirit of things. The low southern mountains began to rise up to their right, while in scattered clearings in the forest to the left grew occasional stands of cotton or peanuts. Sometimes they would see a man in one of the tiny fields, invariably white-haired and stooped, holding a makeshift wooden hoe and wearing only a pair of tattered khaki shorts on his withered black frame. Again invariably, he would stop his work and look up at the Land Rover as they passed, staring silently, becoming smaller and smaller in the distance. To the Glassers it was all very picturesque. To Major M'Bonu it was just a pain in the ass a capitalist plot to keep him away from the comfort and, more importantly, safety of his Dakar office.
The harried little African Major kept glancing down at his watch every few minutes, shaking his head and muttering, "We're going to be late as hell!" He did it with such frequency that Penny was tempted, on those occasions she found reason to address him, to change his title from Major to March Hare, after the time-pressed rabbit in Alice in Wonderland. Doug, talking up a blue streak, could have cared less what time they got to Mgoro, the welcoming "party" Headmaster La Pierre normally planned for new arrivals, notwithstanding.
Occasionally, they drove past clusters of little huts flanking the impossible road on either side. There would be ten or fifteen of them together, with walls of yellowish lateritic mud, and roofs of palm thatching or, infrequently, corrugated and rusting iron. Sometimes, they could see smoke seeping through the roofs, which more than-likely meant that there was cooking going on inside. Often, too, there would be a few old men sitting in front of the huts, wearing only a wrap-around sheet or a loin-cloth. They'd wave to them as they passed, and sometimes they would slowly lift their arms to wave back, but mostly they just stared off into the bush without making a motion.
Then there were the animals ... the snort of an elephant, a lone giraffe grazing somewhere off in the distance, a family of gazelles bouncing across the road. And there were children ... children standing on bird-thin legs with only a black cloth around their skinny little bodies covering them from shoulder to thigh. If they were standing near the highway, they could see how dirty the little waifs were, with mud caked all up and down their matchstick arms and legs. Or, sometimes they would see great scab-like sores and blotches on their faces. They would wave to them, and they would nudge each other and jump up and down, waving their arms and shrieking, "Djambo! Djambo!", laughing with enormous white teeth as the Land-Rover sprayed pebbles at their bare feet.
"We'll be in Mgoro country soon," Major M'Bonu laughed suddenly beneath his worried brow. "Then nobody will be wearing anything!"
It was already beginning to grow darker it darkens quickly in the tropics when they raced onto a strip of tarmac. On the left, there was a native market with swarms of Africans, while to the right, uphill on another street, stood a row of ragged wooden buildings. The Major pulled a sharp right on the uphill street, then braked to a dusty halt in front of a ramshackle building with the name, "Jungle Bar," emblazoned across the front in drippy red letters. It reminded Doug of an old western saloon.
"We'll stop here for a beer," explained the Major, conveniently forgetting the late hour.
"Why not!" Doug and Penny echoed in unison.
In all-too-short a time, they were back on the road, continuing along the same uphill road that the bar was on. The four soldiers in the back, in lighter spirits after beer and the brief respite of the tarmac, broke into a popular native song ... until the road changed back into granite again, just a little ways east of the town the Major called Liberte.
Farther on, with the mountains ahead of them turning heavy gray with the coming of night, they turned down yet another dirt road, so narrow that it more closely resembled a path. Banana trees grew on both sides, their thick green foliage reaching across the road to brush along the top and sides of the Land-Rover like the muted sounds of a drummer's brushes. The road was bumpy, rockier even than the main road. It was filled with potholes, and as they bounced slowly along they came across a large truck turned over on its side. Penny's heart turned an anxious flip. Had it been the work of the Djambulu renegades? she wondered.
The Major, too, appeared concerned as he inched slowly past. Then, seeing only large cartons strewn about and no bodies, he let out an anxious sigh of relief. Apparently, it had skidded into an oversize pothole when the road was wet and had gone over on its side.
A short distance further on the road forked again and they made another gear-gnashing right turn onto a "road" that was yet narrower than the last. There were huts on either side with people standing in front of them. "Mgoro," the little Major mumbled, but in the mounting darkness it was difficult to verify his statement. Then there was a sign that read, MGORO TECHNICAL SCHOOL I KILOMETER, and ahead a large stone arch that looked as though it would collapse at any given sneeze.
Major M'Bonu, in an impressive show of courage, drove beneath the arch, and there inside stood a group of Africans, a dozen or so, and they fell back into a semi-circle as the Land Rover came to a halt and its occupants stepped out. They were all wearing slacks and crisp new white shirts, and highly polished black shoes. A portly middle-aged man wearing thin-framed gold spectacles that looked somehow out of place against the grotesquely welted tribal markings that covered his black face, stepped forward and introduced himself as Monsieur Paul M'Jabu, the Assistant Headmaster. "We've been expecting you for hours," he explained with almost-fawning politeness. "Monsieur La Pierre has only just this minute returned to his house!"
While one of the Africans trotted off to fetch the Headmaster, Major M'Bonu made the appropriate apologies for their tardiness. In contrast to the spiffily-attired Africans, whom they learned were fellow teachers at the school, Doug, in a khaki bush suit, and Penny in a flimsy cotton short and halter ensemble, felt a little uncomfortable and out of place.
In a few minutes they were joined by Headmaster La Pierre. He was a wiry old Frenchman, somewhere in his late-sixties, who'd stayed on after independance. He was short and thin, with a bushy white moustache that hid a liver-spotted upper lip. "How do you do," he said in English. Then, in French, "Welcome to Senegal."
In keeping with the international spirit of the greeting, Doug accepted the old man's extended right hand and gave it a vigorous shake. "We're happy to be here," he responded in respectable Mgoro.
"Tres bien!" the old man sparkled delightedly. "I'm sure you will get along very well here, if you don't talk too much politics!"
Another prophecy fulfilled, thought Penny.
The old man turned then, pointing toward a tidy row of concrete bungalows with corrugated iron roofs and real windows. "The second one from the right will be yours," he said.
"How nice!" Penny brightened with a pretty flash of dimples. Somehow she'd half-expected something out of Better Muds and Waddles, like those they'd passed on the road.
Then, as the wiry little Headmaster led them to the crowd that had gathered around a group of picnic tables in the center of the compound, they heard the plaintive far-off thumping of a native drum, as if to remind them that they were really in Africa.
CHAPTER THREE
The first two weeks were the hardest. But then, that was to be expected. It took the first three days just to learn their way around the compound and physically adjust to the differences in time and temperature. Hivernage--the rainy season--was officially over, but there were weepy days nonetheless; and those, too, demanded a certain degree of adjustment. And yet, despite the difficulties of geography, and of learning a new job, the major problem of adjustment, from Penny's point of view was simply getting used to the houseboy, Ojike's, omnipresent erections. And what erections they were! It had become apparent almost immediately that the Mgoro were a physically well-endowed lot the women with their enormous naked breasts, and large perpetually uncovered pubic bushes, the men with their big black hose-like cocks dangling half-way to their knees. But Ojike ... Ojike was something else!
He wasn't altogether that young thirty or thirty-five at least, Penny reckoned but he was hung like a circus pony, and it was a rare moment indeed when his foot-long appendage wasn't standing in rippling salute to Penny's presence. Sometimes it amused her, in a naughty voyeuristic sort of way; but mostly it shocked and embarrassed her. At one point she'd even pushed Doug into explaining to the native chief, King Henri M'Jira, that having a houseboy was against Peace Corps policy. But, the chief explained, it was against Mgoro policy not to supply the appropriate hospitable amenities to resident foreign VIP's. Case dismissed.
Still, Penny managed to find some respite from Ojike's constant "compliment" by burying herself in her work. While Doug busied himself with his carpentry classes, Penny taught homemaking and childcare and, in the evenings, classes in French and English grammar. There was time off, of course, but not much. And it was with a considerable amount of persistence that Doug had finally persuaded La Pierre to let him accompany a few of his students to a particularly fine stand of native mahogany a few miles from the village. It was there that he discovered a tiny mountain waterfall that poured its spring-fed waters into a jewel-like jungle pool. He vowed, then and there, that he would bring Penny to see it at the first opportunity La Pierre or no La Pierre!
On the moonlit evening of the day that marked the anniversary of their second week in Africa and coincidentally their seventh month of marriage-he did just that..
* * *
Walking hand in hand, Doug led Penny slowly along the forest path toward the waterfall. A light breeze cooled Penny's forehead and she could smell the sweet perfume of night flowers blooming in the moonlight. The sky was a deep dark expanse littered with winking stars except where masses of swiftly moving clouds obscured them. In spite of the spirit of adventure her excited young husband had infected her with, the stormy coolness of the night and the lingering effects of the Norths warnings heightened her senses and made her clasp Doug's strong callused hand more firmly for protection.
But then, there was still another reason for their little clandestine outing sex. Her and Doug's love life since arriving in Africa had been practically nonexistent. And that, along with the constant nudity of the Mgoro, had left the young American couple in a state of prodigious agitation the past few days. In fact, that very morning, Penny had been literally unable to keep her eyes off Ojike's thick black cock. And the wizened African, with intuitive delight, had played the situation to its fullest ... deliberately flexing his inky penis at every opportunity letting it pulse and quiver like the heavily muscled arm of a pygmy with a balled fist on the end of it, as it jutted out from his kinky-haired loins at an outrageous forty-five-degree angle.
In fact, to be perfectly honest, the fires of passion were still smoldering inside her from the constant sight of the houseboy's swollen prick, and she could feel the warm moisture between her thighs where it flowed from her excited vaginal lips. Just walking and the rubbing together of them between her legs was re-igniting the embers of desire and sending sharp tingling waves of unwanted pleasure spreading out in all directions from her clitoris. Even the light shiftings of her cotton halter-top as she walked were sparking her already painfully hard nipples to greater heights of sensation.
"Can we stop for a minute, Doug?" she asked, squeezing his hand to emphasize her request. She was positive that only a short respite from the sensations caused by movement would allow her body to cool and quiet itself.
"Can you hang on a sec, honey? It's just another couple of yards or so up the trail."
Penny clenched her thighs together automatically as the memory of Ojike's black cock flickered momentarily through her mind, causing her shame.
"Yeah, sure, Doug," she managed, but the pressure placed on her clitoris by the tightly squeezed lips of her pussy only stimulated her more.
A few minutes later, they were standing next to the jewel-like pool, staring up at the loveliest moonlit waterfall the young bride had ever seen.
"See, Penny?" Doug smiled proudly. "What'd I tell ya?"
Penny was overwhelmed. "Oh, Doug darling, it's beautiful!"
Doug stepped forward then and took Penny in his strong arms. "Like you, baby," he whispered.
Penny could not object when Doug, with deliberate calmness, reached beneath her halter-top to fondle her soft breasts. She really wanted him to, God, did she ever she wanted to be naked and have her nude body kissed and caressed until the unwanted fires burning within were mercifully quelled.
Her halter was off now, and Doug was working frantically at the zipper on the side of her skin-tight shorts. When the stubborn mechanism finally came free, he slowly pulled the zipper tab down the outside of her full rounded hips and reached up with both hands to hook his fingers inside the waistband of the garment. He drew the shorts and her panties down to her knees, revealing the lush white flesh of her hips in the pool-reflected moonlight, the delicate tracery of blue veins that marked her flat belly and inner thighs appearing like faint and exciting charts of promise.
The large, table-like rock they stood on was still warm from the day's sun as Doug dropped quickly to his knees before his half-naked young wife. And Penny could do nothing but stand there and lift first one foot and then the other as he stripped her shorts and panties from her and tossed them in the general direction of her fallen halter-top.
Doug stared at Penny's magnificently formed, youthful breasts, then down at the soft warm flesh of her quivering, lovely thighs and dark-haired pubic wedge.
Then, with lingering slowness, he moved forward and placed his thumbs on the lips of her vagina, slowly spreading them open and allowing the cool forest air to play on the moist sensitive flesh that was revealed. He peered greedily at the delicious, glistening coral fissure he had laid open to his sight. Two tiny sparkling droplets of moisture rested on the fragile, pink tongue-like petals that peeked out at him, while the erect pea-shaped clitoris pulsed before his eyes.
"Oh, Doug ... darling," she moaned, her fingers finding and digging into the muscular flesh of his shoulders. "D-Do you think we should? ... here, I mean? ... what if someone comes along? ... An animal? ... the Djambulu ... ?
In reply, she felt the hot wisps of his breath graze her raw, secret flesh and she murmured unintelligibly as suddenly she felt his long red tongue flick out and lick wetly up through her parted vulva, his moisture mingling with her own ... My God, she thought to herself, this is purest heaven!
Then, Doug fastened his lips around her throbbing clitoris, licking and sucking, and she began to involuntarily wiggle and squirm her hips in half circles, all the while pushing her groin against his face. The entire length of her vaginal aperture was flowering open to him and there was a perfumed musk of female sexual juices on his tongue. She gave off the tangy, exciting aroma of young womanhood and the satin skins of her thighs clasping his face in a gentle embrace was like sweet-smelling velours. He felt her hands move up to his head, pulling his mouth into the parted pubic hair with the strength of a tigress. Then he responded and moved forward on his knees a little more, pushing his weight against her and gently pulling her down onto the sun-warmed rock overlooking the pool and the waterfall.
He stood then, quickly peeling off his own trousers and T-shirt and tossing them the way of Penny's shorts and halter. Hearing the rustling sound, the young wife opened her eyes and saw dimly that her husband was thoroughly naked, his muscular male body presented like a god's for appraisal. With a shudder of disbelief, she let her gaze fall to his trim loins and saw his thickly pulsing penis jutting out between his legs. It certainly wasn't as big as Ojike's, but it was an imposing instrument, nonetheless.
"It ain't as big as those jungle bunnies," Doug laughed hoarsely, as if reading her own mind, "but it'll just have to do for now, won't it!"
Penny lay frozen beneath the unexpected crudeness of his obscene words, And yet their very lewdness excited her so that she was at a loss to understand her own reactions to what was occurring. She could feel the increased moisture soaking her vagina and crossed her legs to press them closely together, trying to ease the burning sensation that was churning madly in the pit of her stomach. Doug's fervent licking and sucking of her liquid pink sex had turned her entire body into a tense bundle of raw nerve ends that she was powerless to control. She continued to stare as her handsome young husband's swollen cock grew even larger, distending until it became a bone-stiff pole that was an inflamed pink right up to the collar of skin under the head. The head itself appeared purplish even in the moonlight, and larger in diameter than the long base, like a knuckleless fist at the end of an upraised arm.
Then, quickly, he reached with both hands to seize her naked breasts and squeeze them together like huge straining grapefruits. She could feel small pricks of delicious feeling racing through the tips of them as he rolled her stiffening beige nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. She could feel the heat of his breath rushing into the hollow of her ear as he turned his head toward her to lock his mouth firmly on hers. The pressure of Doug's strong grip was altogether too much for Penny to even pretend to resist in her present state of mind. Nothing mattered but the glorious, deliciously sensual feelings that the nearly continuous sight of the houseboy's erect penis had triggered within her.
Doug's hands wandered from her bulging white breasts then, to fondle her hips and trace the lovely full convexities of her flanks and the sides of her slightly flattened bare buttocks. She felt the gouging hardness of his huge cock against her thigh as he leaned over her, his hands busy with their manipulations of her lower torso and his hot mouth now clamped over one breast, sucking and pulling at it frequently pausing to nip and nibble with his teeth at the erect nipple.
"Oh, God ... I want you, Doug!" she murmured in response to his fervent sucklings.
The candor of Penny's confession did not seem to surprise the young husband, and he wasted no time as he lifted himself from her, grasping her shoulders to move her into a better position, lengthwise, on the table-like rock. Then, using her globular white breasts for leverage, he pulled himself on top of her, his heavier weight along the length of her body squashing the soft flesh on her satiny buttocks against the sun-warmed granite.
He came to rest directly between her tender pulsating thighs, forcing them wider with his own thighs as he pulled her tightly against him and dropped one hand down between them to take the long hard throbbing cock in his fingers and guide it forward, using the thick rubbery glans to part the wet, fleshy lips of her luscious pussy. She flung her head wildly, closing her eyes and groaning as she felt its hot startling contact against the waiting ragged edges of her glistening pussy. She held her breath for what seemed an eternity, lying there in utter wantonness beneath him, not even daring to breathe or move.
"Gotcha now, don't I, baby!" he teased breathlessly. "You're really between a rock and a hard place!"
"Oh, God, darling," she protested, "don't tease me ... screw me!"
Doug fell forward then, his weight smashing her full rounded tits tightly back against her heaving lungs as he thrust his hips forward and rammed into her soft hot belly, the long, thick prick gliding into her cunt like a driving telephone pole and pushing the delicate moist flesh of her cuntal walls before it in rippling swells. There was no stopping him and he rammed on, deeper and deeper, until with a loud groan, his inflated balls smacked loudly into the widespread crevice of her naked buttocks. It was too much she was too filled, and his heavily veined prick felt as though it were tearing the little vagina that had been neglected for the past two weeks into a thousand tiny shreds.
"How's that, Penny" he spat crudely, feeling the whole of her insides opening to receive him in her liquid depths. She was whimpering and pleading desperately now as he began to fuck ruthlessly into her, gritting his teeth with uncharacteristic lust and luxuriating in his awareness that she was compulsively following him, beginning to hump in spasmodic jerks beneath him. She groaned as if in anguish, shocking herself as she responded to his unexpected cruelty, throwing up her arms to wrap them tightly around his neck, pulling his solid hairy chest into the soft whiteness of her beautiful white breasts. He plunged his long cock in and out, filling and emptying her, sinking his long slippery prick back and forth between her vaginal lips and on up to her cervix, until there was not a single tiny ridge of flesh on it that she could not feel pressing along her sensitive pussy flesh. Her mouth moved silently, opening and closing in response to each stroke of his cock, her shining brown hair fanning out on the rock ledge like shimmering velvet, casting subtle highlights of auburn and gold and rust in the reflection of the pool as her head rose and fell with her movements. There was nothing that could stop her insane race for fulfillment and Doug fucked like a savage to end it for both of them.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me ... hard, hard!" she begged, her whole being centered on the delicious pleasure that had replaced the first pain of his impalement of her.
Doug slithered his strong, sinewy hands under the wildly pumping cheeks of her writhing ass and cupped them firmly, raising them up off the rock to gain better access to her open and pleading loins. Then, pressing further forward, he forced her lovely long satiny legs up off the rock in an arc far back over her head until her pink-lacquered toes touched the granite on either side of her shoulders. Her tortured body was thus bent double jackknifed the stress on her strained muscles nearly causing her to cry out for mercy.
The glistening, wet plane of her sex was presented up to him as he increased the rapidity of his thrusts, the penetrations causing her pussy to secrete heavily and expand before his primitive assault. He fucked deeply into her, raising up on his toes for leverage, and crammed the last fraction of an inch into her yielding velvet flesh. Her nostrils flared open and her eyes, now glassy and unseeing, were rolled back and fixed hypnotically on the tumbling silver spray of the waterfall without really seeing it. Doug placed his hands on either side of her and lifted himself so that he could watch her face, her beautiful surrender.
Penny's slender arms were tightly entwined around Doug's neck, her long, tapered nails clawing frantically at him to pull him into her. Then, suddenly, she reached down and gripped his buttocks with demoniacal strength, helping him fuck between her naked thighs with even greater force.
Juicy smacking sounds filled the nearby jungle with each brutal fuck-stroke he made into her, blending in tempo with the sounds of their breathing and the tumbling cascade of the moon-silvered falls. Their bodies were drenched with be sweat of their exertions as Doug labored over his young wife, changing his quick frantic thrusts to longer, smoother strokes that brought his throbbing cock almost all the way out of her desperately clutching vagina on the back-stroke and then ramming forward into her, until she could feel the blood-swollen head of his young cock colliding hard against her cervix deep inside.
Penny's pretty mouth was wide open in ecstatic abandonment and occasionally she groaned louder, arching her neck forward to work her lips over the outer curve of his tanned, flexing shoulder and then down to his bicep and underneath, into the armpit, her tongue dancing to some wild ancient mating song. And all the while, her hands were growing more and more impatient, her fingers making a fantastically evocative march over his back and down to Doug's straining, thrusting buttocks to help and encourage him as he drove harder and harder between her creamy wide-spread legs.
Doug heard her sharp gasp of pleasure as his own hands roamed on the soft yielding crevice of her buttocks, and surging with the building tempo of his lust, he moved his hands higher to draw her legs up and around his neck, clasping her ankles together like some human necklace. He fucked into her mercilessly now, skewering her, and she was loving it, fucking back shamelessly, urging him on, calling for more ... more ... everything!
"Darling, fuck me! Fill me!" she begged.
"You're a little whore, aren't you?" he demanded cruelly, ramming harder for emphasis. "You love cock, don't you?"
"Ooooohhhh, yessss! ... yesssss!" she gasped, out of her head with the humiliating truth of her confession. She was nearing her orgasm and swung her soft, tender thighs up and tightened them voluptuously around his neck, grinding her ass in uncontrolled frenzy up and down, from side to side, spiraling her sweet, hot young cunt along the full length of his huge cock to gain every atom of pleasure she possibly could.
"Oh, ooohhh, Goooddd! I'm cumming, darling ... cummmmmmming nowww!" she suddenly squealed in a high-pitched voice as she locked her slim ankles in a death grip high up behind his laboring upper torso. At the same time, her arms snaked out to twine tightly around his neck, circling her own legs there, and she smashed her open wet mouth to his. Her body heaved then and she held to him desperately, not moving, but quivering and jerking around him in a pulsating rhythm that served to spew her orgasmic fluid out around his still hard driving, cock and down the wide-split crevice of her ass, soaking his hairy balls as they slapped solidly against her tiny puckered anus.
The fire of sheer animal desire flared madly in Doug's balls, and he too was aware of nothing else in the world but the moment the exciting fact that his beautiful young wife was responding insanely beneath him, pitching her ass, and kicking with her heels against his shoulders as he dug more savagely into her, pinning her flat against the rock and restricting her movements in order to fuck, her as fast and hard as was humanly possible.
He looked down at Penny's rapturous face. Her eyes were closed again and her tongue worked and slavered up into his mouth as small mewling sounds of velvety pleasure rumbled from, her throat. The cords in her neck and thighs stood out hard and tense as she squirmed under him, working toward another climax, aching to have her adventuresome young husband shoot his sperm into her flattened stomach. Just then, though, he decided to introduce his young wife to something he'd always lacked the nerve to try before. He grinned at the lusty thought, and slid his fingers down further over the tight skin of her buttocks, finding the tight elastic-rimmed anus cradled defensively below. It was soft and warm and he could feel it working hungrily with the movement of her ass as she ground up against his driving cock. His middle finger pushed into it with a quick, hard movement and he felt the tender rubbery flesh yielding before his attack.
"Noooooo!" she groaned, louder this time from the combination of pain and humiliation, the plea tumbling from her lips in surprised protest. But he thrust harder, taking pleasure in hearing her noise of subjugation.
"Oh, please, Doug ... stop it!" she shrieked, trying to twist away from this indecent outrage against her cringing ass-hole.
Still, Doug worked his finger around inside, stretching the rubbery softness wider and wider as he ground into her. He slipped another finger in and felt the stubborn, tight resistance give way as it moved into the warm, rubbery depths. The deep guttural noises coming from her chest changed slowly into whimpers of pain for a moment and then began to be replaced by greater moans of pleasure as her anus became gradually accustomed to the strange, unnatural intrusion.
A smile of pure victory broke across his contorted face as he felt her begin to slowly screw her obscenely-used rectum back on his fingers, and he probed them methodically and more boldly around in the warm, finger-stretched depths. She was hopelessly impaled between his throbbing hard cock in her cunt and his fingers shoved deep up her ass-hole. And now, whimpering and moaning beneath him, she increased her twisting and bucking movements under the double ravishment of her loins.
He slid his other hand slowly up from the soft rounded globe of her ass to where his penis was sliding sleekly in and out of her pussy and could feel the wet, hair-lined folds clasping tightly around his rampaging cock. He could sense their softness pulling and giving with each long, hard, jack-hammer thrust he made.
Penny tried to push back even harder against the thick fingers digging into her from the rear, wanting more, more, as the hot lubricating cuntal juices now began to flow in torrents to ease the depraved entry. He knew that she was his now, utterly and completely.
The voluptuous young wife gasped incoherent phrases, her pride completely vanished as she lay impaled and naked under her husband's weight. She wanted him to cum, to match the glorious orgasm she was ready to have again, and yet he was holding back and fucking her with teasing, yet promising strokes, as though he were a spider toying with a helpless fly.
Then, swiftly, Doug increased the tempo of his lunges until the spasming liquid muscles of Penny's pussy pulsed on and off like a lust-lit neon sign, sending searing electrical signals through her nerves and building her excitement to a crest that seemed truly dangerous.
"Oh, I'm cumming, I'm cummmmming agaaain, AGAAAAAIN!" she cried shrilly as dazzling darts of light winked on and off in her head, causing her to blink as she grunted out her orgasm and wetted his hammering cock for the second time with her cum juices. He too could feel the hot load of his male sperm rising for an earth-shattering release, the huge head of his cock flexing and suddenly growing larger inside her ravaged cuntal passage. And then, at last, Doug grunted like a dumb beast and heaved forward, his hot liquid shooting deep up into her stretched and battered womb, mixing salaciously with the fluid of her own cumming. Her head whirled in utter sensuality as the burning, powerful squirts surged into her, filling her with its warm sticky whiteness. He felt her cunt jerk towards him several times, the lips working and sucking at his spurting cock as though, trying to milk him dry. Then, after a long moment of gasping sighs, Penny's perfectly sculpted young body was drained of everything, her limbs collapsing loosely on the sun-warmed stone as Doug's grip on her buttocks slowly relaxed and was finally released altogether. He rolled off her, breathing thickly in an effort to fill his lungs with air. Penny moaned at the loss of his thrilling cock and felt a cool draft of night breeze laying her spent, sweat-soaked body.
It was then that they saw them three dark figures outlined against the trees on the far side of the pool next to the waterfall the short barrels of their submachine guns reflected in the moonlight.
CHAPTER FOUR
The Portuguese claim to a certain liberalism of spirit towards their enterprises in Africa hasn't always been an empty one. Some forty-odd years of Dr. Salazar's imperial rule in Portugal have offered the world a face of implacable and blind authoritarianism. Extreme economic discrimination not only against the African, but of the lower class Portuguese peasant at home-has perhaps always been an inevitable attribute of the narrowly-based social oligarchies which have ruled that province the Romans called Lusitania since time immemorial. And yet, most likely because of Portugal's own long colonial experience at the hands of invaders from Italy and, later, North Africa, there has always been a degree of respect for their subject peoples that has been the envy even of the French. Respect, however, does not necessarily put meat on the table.
To the jungle-trained eyes of Sargento Agostinho Da Silva and his two companions, the young white couple writhing nakedly on the moonlit ledge across the pool resembled nothing so much as meat on the table. With the silent swiftness of a forest cat, the three Africans moved as one to prevent the possible escape of their quarry. Indeed, Doug and Penny had scarcely had time to grab their discarded clothing and hold it in front of their nakedness when the burly guerillas were circling them with their guns pointed directly at their heads. Then, the rebel leader's teeth flashed white in the moonlight as he snapped in French that was even poorer than Doug's, "En Haut--up!"
Quickly, the young couple scrambled to their feet, Doug still holding his trousers up in front of him, Penny attempting to cover her frontal nudity with his T-shirt. "W-Who are you?" Doug stammered bravely in Mgoro. "What are you going to do with us?"
A pleased smile flickered across Da Silva's midnight face. Mgoro was closely related to Djambulu virtually the same language but for minor differences in elocution. He wouldn't have to bother with the burdensome French or the only-slightly more facile Guinea Creole with its large infusion of Portuguese words. "You are under arrest as political prisoners," he explained in his native tongue. "I am Sargento Agostinho Da Silva of the Partido Africano da Independencia da Guine e Cabo Verde--the P.A.I.G.C."
"But this is Senegal!" Doug protested.
"We're Americans!" added Penny.
Da Silva's smile dropped. "You, senhor, are a European pig!" he spat at Doug. "And you," he said, turning to Penny, "you are a naked white whore!"
Doug felt his face purple with rage, but the sobering sight of the three fully automatic weapons that were trained on them kept him rational. "What are you going to do with us?" he repeated.
The Guinean Sergeant's smile returned. "We will begin by taking turns fucking your sow wife," he responded. "Then, if you do not make such noise that will cause my friends to shoot you both, we will take you to the camp of the Djambulu to be held until such time as we can barter your imperialist asses for the release of our comrades-in-arms, being held by the neo-colonialist Senegalese Militia."
Penny understood all of the message but the word fuck, which wasn't normally part of the vocabulary taught at the Peace Corps language center. Doug, through contact with the Mgoro boys in his all-male carpentry class, understood it perfectly. What he didn't understand was what three P.A.I.G.C. soldiers were doing at the pool. It was miles from Djambulu territory, and the party wasn't big enough to stage an effective raid, even if there had been something worth stealing nearby, which there wasn't. He reasoned even in his fear and anger, that there could only be one or two possible explanations for their discovery: either Da Silva and his men had become separated from a larger party and had themselves become lost which in all probability didn't seem at all-likely or, someone had tipped the Djambulu off that they were coming there that night. But, who? The only one who could possibly have overheard him talking to Penny about it was the houseboy, Ojike.
Da Silva shouted an unintelligible command in Guinea Creole then, and the two guards grabbed Doug bodily by the arms and forced him back to a nearby palm tree. Before he'd scarcely had time to utter a meager cry of protest, they were forcing his arms behind his back and cinching them at the wrists with his own leather belt. Then, even as the two burly rebels bound him, he could see their leader, Da Silva, unfastening the buckle of his canteen belt.
Oblivious to the presence of the two remaining soldiers and Penny's feebly protesting young husband, the muscular black sergeant dropped his soiled fatigues into a crumpled heap at his feet and stepped quickly out of them. He'd never in his life seen anything quite so beautiful as the cowering young white girl before him and she was all his!
Penny jerked her hand to her mouth to keep from gasping aloud as his enormous black cock sprang into the open. It hung from his bushy loins like a heavy club, dangling between his huge balls then swelled fully erect, jerking upwards as if it were alive, until it stood out stiff and hard from his body.
Penny could only think of the African savage that he truly was how this black man, standing before her naked, seemed to bridge the gap between the softness, of civilization and the raw, unbridled savagery of the jungle.
His glistening black cock swelled even larger, until the huge bulbous head was twice its normal size. The terrified and speechless young American girl wondered if her fingers would even reach around the tremendous shaft.
The huge African held his huge throbbing cock tightly with both hands--like a tribal lance thrust out before him, a tiny white drop of semen oozing from the gaping tip, gleaming like a round white pearl in the moonlight.
He stood over the young American wife, his cock still clutched tightly in his two massive fists, then dropped to his knees over her one knee on either side of her trembling white body as he forced her back down on the rock with him. She looked like a helpless insect swallowed up under his awesome body. He kneeled motionless over her, his huge cock hanging beneath him, sagging under its awesome weight.
Penny looked at him, puzzled. Then, despite her initial horror, a gleam of understanding sparkled in her sea-blue eyes. She smiled an unmistakable reply to the African sergeant's unspoken request. What choice did she really have but to go along with their lewd demands? she reasoned. If she didn't, they might hurt Doug! ... and really, was it her fault the black man's wicked penis so closely resembled Ojike's? She reached for his cock, her slender fingers not quite meeting around the fleshy ebony shaft.
"Suck it, pig!" the sergeant commanded lewdly.
She rose to her knees, still tightly clutching his enormous prick in her trembling hands, and pulled his loins toward her. What else could she do? And besides, hadn't she done it once or twice before with Doug and found it terribly exciting in a masochistic sort of way? And it did look so deliciously obscene the way it bobbed and pulsed before her fear-and-lust glazed eyes.
"Oh, God, Penny!" Doug stammered, straining against the tethering bond of his own belt. "Don't do it! ... Don't do it!"
Penny opened her wet lips as far as they would stretch, and slipped the bulky black shaft into the warm shelter of her mouth, hollowing her pale cheeks to get the long, fleshy member in but still only half its tremendous length would fit between her hungry lips, stretched tautly around the glistening shaft as it slithered inside, grinding against the back of her throat. It gagged her at first, but she gulped down a choking cough and relaxed her throat muscles as best she could.
Da Silva looked down at the unbelievable spectacle unfolding at his feet, as the naked deliciously ripe young girl struggled to get his huge African cock into her eager, hungry lips. He watched in amazement as her shimmering nut-brown hair trailed down over her naked white shoulders, tossing loosely from side to side as her head rocked forward and back, each time his long ebony stick disappeared wetly between her ovaled lips. He couldn't believe it as nearly every inch of its shiny length slithered into her pretty freckled face. No other girl had come so close to taking all of him this way before-but this trembling young white girl was somehow finding a way.
Penny fought back the urge to swallow, letting the thick fleshy shaft slide easily down her tender throat passage as she relaxed the muscles. She knew it would choke her if she tensed but still she rocked forward again, as his muscular, black hips rocked in perfect rhythm with her, the huge cock deep in her throat.
Doug, in horrified silence now, strained forward in his bonds seeing but not believing as the thick, wet shaft slipped between his wife's glistening lips again and again. He felt like he was going to vomit at the nauseating sight.
Penny could feel the African's penis grow even harder as he rubbed it against her lips, the pungent sweaty smell of his kinky-haired loins burning her nostrils.
"You like that, pig?" Da Silva sneered, baring his teeth like an animal. "Do you know good meat when you taste it?"
Penny felt her face turn crimson as the three Africans laughed at her humiliating debasement. Never in her life had she felt so helpless, completely at the mercy of the three savage men. She knew that what ever they wished her to do, she was powerless to resist. Suddenly she knew how it felt to be completely and hopelessly lost ... and horribly excited.
"Suck it, you bitch! Suck it good! I want you to know what a good African cock tastes like!" He shoved his loins against her face again, his half hardened prick already filling her mouth as it quivered and throbbed, growing still harder by the second.
His grip on her head tightened painfully, and she knew the only way out was to submit to his degrading orders. And, like a defeated enemy's woman, she was unquestionably his slave-to do with as be pleased. She began to slowly move her head back and forth, trying vainly not to touch the wet penis with her tongue. As it moved in and out, it grew even harder and thicker still, stretching her taut lips like rubber bands around its enormous circumference.
And suddenly, Da Silva was mouthing another harsh command in Guinea Creole.
Immediately, the burlier of the two remaining Africans stripped out of his own clothing and approached the feverishly sucking white girl. Unlike Da Silva, who had raped already a score of Portuguese women on his countless raids on isolated farmhouses, he had never had a European woman before, and he was very much excited at the prospect. Quickly now, for in his excited state he could wait no longer, he fell upon her.
The helplessly trapped Penny's whole body tensed as the second African's long black prick found the narrow slit of her vagina, and poked between the soft fleshy lips toward the shelter of her warm pussy, as though it had a mind of its own.
Then she felt Da Silva's strong arms lift her off the rock, leaving her suspended for a moment between the two men, as the second man prepared to enter her young body. The tears burned her eyes as she gasped desperately for breath, the leader's enormous cock swelled now to full size in the narrow confines of her mouth.
A choking scream lodged in her blocked throat as the other man's cock found its way between the pink flanges of her pussy, as, with a savage thrust, he buried his long gleaming black prick in her soft, moist passage, shoving it fully to the hilt in the depths of her defenseless belly. She would never be able to live down the shame of this moment as the two black savages satisfied their jungle lust at both ends of her quivering young body before her beloved Doug's startled eyes. She squirmed desperately to escape the frantic, deep plunges boring painfully into her unlubricated passage, painfully pushing aside the soft, pink walls in deep, grinding thrusts that seemed to go all the way through her body.
The second nameless man's loins snapped lewdly forward, then viciously back again, as he pistoned wildly far into her belly. The constricting walls held his black cock tightly as he shoved the throbbing tip deep in her soft cunt, not releasing him for an instant as he pulled the ebony shaft almost completely out, then buried it hard inside her again.
He screwed her like a madman, moaning and yelling loudly in Djambulu as he held her firm white buttocks pulled tightly back against his driving loins, her knees still off the rock helplessly impaled like a butterfly on a pin. She could feel him pounding away deep inside her ravaged body, his long hard prick buried in the depths of her belly. She could tell he must have been well-built, for his painful lunges seemed to be deeper inside than she could imagine was physically possible.
Slowly, rhythmically, the agonizing deep thrusts began to take effect to rekindle the smoldering coals of passion that lingered deep inside her young body from her two previous climaxes with her young husband like a slumbering beast waiting for its chance to wrest control of her thrashing body.
The excited newness apparently worn off, the bucking black slowed his frenzied pace to a steadied excruciating rhythm long; wet slithering plunges deep between the soft moist walls of her tight vibrant pussy. With every fiber of strength remaining in her plundered body, Penny fought vainly the steadily growing flames of undiluted ecstasy that burned hungrily inside her.
No ... no, I can't give in! she panicked. Not like this ... not in front of Doug!
But it was hopeless, and she knew it. Slowly, uncontrollably, her firm rounded buttocks began to grind rhythmically in time with his deep, wet thrusts.
Slowly at first, then faster as her whole body began to respond to his hardened cock buried deep in her belly.
The sight of the naked white girl responding to his savage thrusts was as exciting to the second African as it was sickening to her helplessly bound husband. Again, he plowed into her with the fury of a wild animal, bucking viciously as he shoved every inch of his long, black cock far up inside her tender, warm tunnel, his sweaty loins smacking lewdly through the air as they slapped against her upturned ass, his strong hands gripping her hips like two handles as he buried himself in her again and again. Harder and harder with every delicious lunge ... harder and harder . ...
"AAAaaauuurrrggghhh ... I'm cumming.! I'm cumming!" he shouted in Djambulu, his eyes tightly clenched, his head thrown back like a frenzied stallion. AAAaaauuurrrggghhh!! ! "
His black balls exploded in her hungry passage, spurting their fiery hot load far up into her ravaged belly ... the stored fruits of a thousand hungry desires ... of a thousand nights of wanting, and not having . ...
"No, no ... not yet.. not yet!" screamed Penny, suddenly forgetting her husband's presence. She was just a few precious, agonizing thrusts of his long cock away from satisfaction. "Please don't stop I'm almost there ... I'm almost there ... "
His rubbery penis slipped uselessly from her eager, grasping hole and he let her fall on the rock, crushing her soft, full breasts beneath her trembling, quaking body.
"I was so close ... so close," she moaned, her voice trailing off in a broken whisper.
"All right, pig! You've had the appetizer, now it is time for the main course!" Two incredibly strong arms reached down and grabbed her around the waist, and lifted her into the air like a limp rag doll. She heard the second man howling with laughter, sprawled now on his back on the rock.
"What are you doing?" she protested, wondering what the huge standing black man had in mind for her. "Tell me, please ... please, what's going on?"
Da Silva squeezed her tight against his naked chest, smashing her soft tender breasts against the muscular hardness of his flesh. "Wrap your legs around my waist!" he ordered. Wow!"
Penny knew better than to resist, so she meekly followed his instructions, her long legs locked at the ankles around his muscular waist. Her damp crotch now rubbed freely against his rock-hard belly, and she could feel those familiar tingles of excitement coursing through her body again. But still she didn't know what he was doing only that her soft yielding body was tightly crushed against his steel hardness.
"Hold on tight, sow-bitch!" he yelled as his hands slipped under her buttocks. She grabbed him around the neck to keep from falling to the ledge below, as he maneuvered his frightening penis into place like a miniature cannon being trained on a passing enemy.
"Oh, God!" she screamed suddenly. "Y-You're killing me!"
In response, the huge African sergeant rammed her down onto his enormous cock, skewering her like a piece of soft, wet liver as he slid her down his tremendous, lust-hardened pole. He held her securely with his strong black hands, and jogged her up and down on his thick shaft, ramming his huge cock all the way to the hilt in her belly as he slammed her crotch against his loins with every downward drive. She tried desperately to escape, pushing with all her frail strength against his broad shoulders, struggling to find something to kick against anything to get away from the excruciating pain.
Da Silva's cock felt as big as a fencepost as it rammed into her bruised passage, filling every inch of her tender fleshy tunnel as he shoved her down onto the huge shaft as far as she could go, painfully stretching the taut, vaginal walls as the big fleshy spear bored its way deeper and deeper into her soft, quivering belly.
"Please ... please stop ... you're splitting me open! Please ... please!" she begged, but it was no use. He threw his brawny arms around her and pulled her hard against his bare chest, his thick lips nipping eagerly at her neck.
He let her fall back from his body, and lowered his lips to her luscious, firm breasts, and locked his mouth on the delicious softness of her twin, taut mounds. His tongue rolled her tender, pink nipples between his teeth, and he could feel the tiny bud harden and begin to throb as he chewed hungrily on her firm breast, pumping her naked writhing body up and down on his hard, impaling shaft again and again.
Doug watched in horror as the Sargento skewered her over and over on his tremendous prick, lubricated by his own bride's sweet juices as they trickled obscenely down the African's enormous black penis.
And then, the agonizing shivers of ecstasy began to, return to Penny's helplessly impaled body, even stronger this time, as her eager, young pussy stretched to accommodate the huge black stallion of a man. It felt as if his cock somehow magically swelled inside her, and filled every crevice, every hollow of her body like no man had ever done before. She held on tightly to his powerful shoulders, and ground her crotch wetly against his brawny loins, slamming her bruised buttocks against him as she slithered easily down his fully impaling pole.
"Oh ... Oh! ... OH! OH! I'm cumming! I'm cumming! OOOOOHHHHH!! ! " she groaned out suddenly and then with an explosion of colors flashing before her eyes, she emptied her orgiastic juices onto his thick, shaft, and they flowed in a dozen rivulets down the glistening length of his cock, and down into the crevice of his ass, trickling down his sinewy legs.
Da Silva's own climax was just seconds behind hers, and his huge cock spurted like a raging water cannon into the warm, wet confines of her belly, his semen mingling with that of the other black, and oozing slowly down the sides of his gleaming penis. "Obrigado!" he stammered happily in Portuguese. "Thanks for a nice ride, pig ... the King will be pleased with you!"
He dressed hurriedly and ordered Doug and Penny to do the same. The. third man more-likely a tall boy raised his voice to object, but Da Silva silenced him with a wave of his hand. "You can have the next one," he promised, "we have to hurry now if we are to get back to camp before daylight."
CHAPTER FIVE
like most Senegalese tribal villages, the Djambulu encampment consisted of two rows of windowless rectangular huts with a big clearing in the middle. But some features were strictly part of the Djambulu tradition. For one thing, the village was laid out on an east-west axis, which divided it like Chicago into a north and a south side ... The huts themselves were unusually large and ornate, with walls of palm stems and leaves woven together in time-honored geometric designs and gabled roofs thatched with palm fronds. Each hut had two doorways with very high thresholds, one in front and one at the side, with a cylindrical silo in the back for storing grain.
The Djambulu people were as beautifully built as their houses, and bore the same geometric designs carved into their flesh. The women, especially, were adorned with profusions of ornamental scars on their foreheads, cheeks and breasts. Their only clothing and that seemingly reserved for the higher born caste of women was a length of brightly colored raffia cloth that they wore tightly bound around their slender bodies from waist to knee.
The black complexions of both Djambulu men and women had a peculiar ruddy cast, because their bodies were covered with red ochre the Max Factor of tropical Africa. It was these curious ruddy faces, and those of several wide-eyed children that Doug and Penny Glasser awakened to find staring into their small, well-guarded hut through the opening of both doors. The two P.A.I.G.C. soldiers stationed outside of either entrance, attested to the value of the catch, and had first alerted the curiosity of the ringing crowd. Then, forcing its way through the crush of human flesh at the front door, the young couple recognized the face of their captor, Da Silva.
"Good morning," the big sergeant beamed, "I brought you some breakfast." He turned and made a waving motion with his hand. "This is Danielle," he explained, as a tiny black girl bearing a large bowl of fruit pushed her way into the hut behind him. "She is Mgoro, a captive like yourselves and King Jabavu's youngest wife."
The young girl, as black as midnight and of extraordinary grace and beauty, bent low to place the basket of fruit at Doug and Penny's feet. "Enchante," she smiled shyly.
"She speaks French," Da Silva continued needlessly. "She's been to Paris, too ... she will assist you during your stay here."
Penny nodded politely and managed a small smile of her own. It was obvious that the shy young girl was well-mannered, and most likely educated as well. "Enchante, Danielle," she returned.
Da Silva fumbled in the pocket of his fatigues for a cigarette, then extended the pack to Doug as if he hadn't even raped the man's wife the night before. "I have good news for you," he informed him. "I have talked to the King about you and we have decided to let you deliver our demands to Major M'Bonu yourself."
Doug looked confused. "Major M'Bonu? ... You know him?"
Da Silva's smile broadened. "He is the one who drove you to Mgoro with four soldiers, no?" A sly wink. "We know much, my friend. You even stopped for beer at the Jungle Bar in Liberta, did you not?" Doug nodded dumbly. "What do I say."
"Good! You are very intelligent for a white man."
"What do you want me to say!"
"You will tell the truth. You will say that we are holding your wife. that she has been raped and that you fear for her continued existence." He reached back into the pocket of his fatigues and produced a folded sheet of paper. "Tell the imperialist Major that we will exchange the life of your wife for the lives of the men whose names appear on this list."
Doug unfolded the paper. "B-but," he stammered incredulously, "there are at least thirty names on this list!"
"You'll have to be very convincing, won't you!"
"W-what are you going to do with Penny."
"She will be well taken care of," the sergeant winked. Then, straightening, "Come, Danielle, we will let them eat now."
Doug heaved a heavy sigh as Da Silva and the young African girl pushed their way back through the crowd, leaving him and Penny to themselves. "Penny . . , Penny, I'm sorry," he managed.
The young wife smiled bravely. It's okay, Doug I'm alright, really." Somehow, she didn't sound very convincing--not even to herself.
As her memories came into perspective, she was rocked with the horror of what had happened of what she had allowed to happen, without real resistance or much effort to preserve her natural dignity. She had allowed herself to be fucked silly--and by two black strangers! She had actually begged to be fucked ... to have them squirt their hot seed into her white body!
It was disgusting, but even now, in retrospect, the memory stimulated her and she could not hold down the wave of excitement that passed over her.
"M-Maybe I should tell them to go to hell," the young husband offered.
"I'll be all right, Doug ... I-If they hurt me they won't have anything to bargain with." She turned her head away in uncertainty, deliberately avoiding eye-to-eye contact.
Doug swallowed tightly. "I-I guess we'd better eat," he said, reaching for the basket of fruit.
CHAPTER SIX
By the time Doug was allowed to leave, a silent two hours later, the sky outside the hut had taken on the smoky hue of impending tropical rain. Alone and frightened as she'd never been before in her entire life, Penny Glasser was almost relieved when she was joined sometime later by the gentle, French speaking Mgoro girl, Danielle.
"Hello," the pretty black face chirped lightly through the open doorway. "I have been sent to keep you company." She stepped quickly inside, her tightly wrapped raffia skirt clinging wetly to her graceful ebony body where it had been touched by the rain. "Are you all right, madame?"
"As well as can be expected under, the circumstances," Penny responded philosophically. She was ashamed of her conduct the night before, and worried somehow that the attractive Paris-educated girl before her might know. about what had happened. Her concern was legitimate.
"Sergeant Da Silva told me about last night," Danielle dimpled in embarrassment. "He said you were very good and would please my husband, King Jabavu."
A cold shudder passed through Penny as she heard the King's name for the second time. Were they planning to make a slave of her? she worried. A concubine? She stared past the slender Mgoro girl who was herself a captive-to the two burly guards flanking the front entrance. The crowd had vanished with the rain, but she felt no less an animal in a cage for it.
"You should not be so frightened, madame," Danielle consoled in her perfect Parisian French. "The Djambulu are fierce and masterful lovers, it is true. But, to do permanent physical injury to a mere woman is considered an affront to their dignity as warriors and men."
It was small consolation to the frightened brown-haired American girl. There were any number of things that could be done to a woman short of permanent physical damage. "Danielle, I ... I mean ... Oh, dear God!"
"Shhh!" the black girl soothed, squatting down on her haunches and reaching towards her. "Do not cry, madame ... I have brought you something that will make it easier for you!" Quickly, sneaking a surreptitious glance over her naked shoulder at the guards, she pressed a small object into Penny's palm.
The young American wife stared down at her open hand. There was a small half-inch cube in it wrapped in a loose square of palm leaf. "W-what is it?" she queried.
"It's a piece of pitchi bark a mild aphrodisiac."
Hesitantly, Penny unfolded the leaf. Inside lay a tiny piece of crumbling grayish-brown material that was similar to raw cork.
"W-what am I supposed to do with it?"
"You chew it very slowly, letting the pieces dissolve on your tongue ... It will seem a little bitter at first, but you will get used to it ... the Djambulu mix it with their poma native beer." She paused to catch her breath as she watched the young American girl finger the material in her hand in indecision. Then, continuing with her pitch, "They are very sexy people ... all they ever think about is fucking!"
"I knew some people like that at Montana State," Penny confessed sardonically.
"Go ahead and try it," Danielle insisted excitedly. "It will help!"
Penny hesitated another moment longer as she reflected over the changes that had occurred over the past few weeks of her life ... even the changes that had occurred since she and Doug had come to Africa. The city of Dakar, and its Langouste at the Chez Marie-Louise, seemed light-years away from where she now sat captive in a jungle hut.
She popped the pitchi bark into her mouth.
"Now remember," Danielle cautioned, "chew it slowly!" She got hurriedly to her feet and started for the door. "I will be back in one minute," she advised.
Penny's face pinched horribly at the pungent and bitter taste of the tropical aphrodisiac. In a fit of hopeless irony, she decided that the way it must work is that, given the choice between the two, any self-respecting Djambulu girl would rather fuck than chew pitchi bark. Still, she chewed, and let the stuff dissolve slowly on her tongue as Danielle had instructed.
In a few minutes, her tongue began to tingle almost imperceptibly beneath the place where the stuff lay, then slowly the sensation began to spread to her entire lingual surface.
"Hello," Danielle's charming face rejoined from the doorway, "it's me again, madam." She entered the hut carrying a bowl of soapy water and-some rags. "I must prepare you for the King now."
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An hour later, when the sun had passed its apex and was lowering, Danielle explained to Penny that she must go at once to the King's quarters, and that she must hurry, for her husband never tolerated anything that even hinted of disobedience or disrespect towards himself. Indeed, his power among the Djambulu extended to life itself.
Moments later, the young American girl was standing in front of the largest and most elaborate hut in the village-a hut that was easily as large as the typical suburban house.
"Go in, madame," Danielle pressed behind her. "He will be expecting you now."
Penny was struck breathless when she stepped through the door and saw the lavish interior of the King's palace. It was beautifully decorated in traditional Djambulu fashion with carved statuary of ivory and native hardwoods, and countless leopard and lion skins hanging from the walls and strewn about the earthen floor. She was so overwhelmed with her surroundings that she almost failed to notice the imposing figure sprawled in his wooden throne against a distant wall. He was wearing a flowing raffia robe encrusted with cowrie shells an ancient Djambulu fertility symbol because of their startling similarity to female sex organs.
Penny was surprised when, finally, she saw how dark the King really was. His brow was so black that it looked bluish and shone like ebony glass as the illumination of several torches played on his skin. He was ugly, too ... and as fat as a baby hippopotamus!
"So you are the American pig!" the piggish King bellowed loudly. He was obviously delighted with his fair-skinned ward fifty years of obesity and ten wives, notwithstanding. "Come you will share my throne!"
With considerable effort, the three-hundred pound African giant made room for Penny on the sofa-size seat of his authority.
Penny took a deep breath and stepped forward. The slow-acting pitchi bark was beginning to have its effect on her, and the tingling that had begun on the tip of her tongue had spread to her nipples, clitoris and ... and even her ass-hole!
The fat King clapped his hands together twice and shouted, "Poma!" Immediately, Danielle bowed graciously, then disappeared through a door leading to still another large room to fetch the evening's refreshments. "You come sit!" the King repeated with a smile that revealed two rows of broken teeth of the same saffron color as his robe.
Penny, too, had been provided with a raffia robe--a blue one that brought out the robin's-egg hue of her wide-set eyes. Careful not to trip over the hem of the flowing neck-to-ankle garment in her bare feet, she stepped up to the low platform that supported the throne. Danielle returned post-haste with the poma and some clay goblets, handing one to Penny as soon as she had taken her place next to the black girl's husband.
She gratefully accepted the potent drink and swallowed several gulps of it right away, shaking her head back and forth as she thought over her predicament. She did not notice that Jabavu had moved closer to her, lightly but hungrily running his black sausage fingers over the softness of her legs as he nodded in appreciation of her youthful beauty. She did not resist when he moved his massive hand down to the hem of her robe. She was so infuriated that she was beyond caring at that point ... she knew perfectly well that he wanted to use her body for ,his own pleasure, that to him she was only a mass of curvaceous white flesh to use at will.
She also knew that any attempt at resistance would be futile. She could only pray that the aphrodisiac would do its duty.
"You are very lovely," the fat King drooled. "Very soft and smooth!"
Penny reached for her goblet again and raised it to her lips, draining the contents desperately as she tried to forget what it was that was about to take place against her will. There was no future in resistance-she'd already decided that but still ... still she had a slight twinge of doubt in her mind about whether or not she should simply sit there, allowing the disgusting fat black King to caress her thighs and breasts as if he were an old familiar lover or her own husband.
The obese African monarch pulled her still closer, dropping his hand again to let his fingers brush lightly over the tip of her breast. He was growing bolder by the second, and thoughts of the things he would do to this proud young American beauty once she had reached the point of helpless submission tripped excitedly through his savage brain. As supreme ruler of the Northern Djambulu, he had his pick of all the females in the village, any time he wanted them ... but it had been a long time since he had been close to such a tantalizing morsel of a girl. And this one had a special talent, according to Da Silva. She would be a delight to debase and defile as only he knew how!
Penny sat motionless. In some bizarre and peculiar way it gave her a secret sense of power to be sitting there like a common slut while a black-skinned African King a man more than twice her age and the life-and-death ruler of literally thousands of human beings---played with her sensitive young breasts and rubbed higher on the inside of her thigh, bringing nerve-shocking pleasure to her throbbing nipples and making her clitoris stiffen in lewd delight. She was almost certain now that the native beer poma had contained the impassioning pitchi bark. But, she thought, so what? If it produced a heightening of the pleasure that was already greater than that she had experienced with the others the previous night. She was already anxious to have him inside her to fuck her any way he might choose.
"Are you ready now, my American beauty?" he asked gruffly, his cruel hands grinding harder against her breasts and naked upper thighs. "Are you ready to feel the cock of an African King?"
Penny could only moan in response. She was helpless. Lost. She hoped he wouldn't read her thoughts and proceed anyway with his lewd, unfair seduction.
"I asked you a question, pig!" he spat, painfully mauling her full right breast for emphasis.
"I-I ... oh, dear God, I don't know . . ! " she wailed.' She clenched her eyes tightly shut, fighting her own lust with all her strength, but, just as the Guinean Sergeant had done, King Javabu ignored her and quickly unfastened her garment, slipping his massive hands inside to nip teasingly at her lust-swollen pink nipples. Then, abruptly, he released her and sat bolt upright on the throne, his fat fingers busily unfastening his own yellow robe.
"Look at this, pig!" he boasted. "This is why Jabavu is King ... and Da Silva a mere sergeant!"
CHAPTER SEVEN
What Penny saw made her recoil in sheer astonishment. The black King's cock was as thick as her wrist and long and throbbing, rising up in coal-black hardness like a jerking tower between the parted folds of his yellow robe. The testicles sagging below were as huge and hairy as young coconuts, and spilled down on the seat of the throne from their own weight.
The aroused young American girl gasped and held her breath, not knowing what to do ... almost terrified by the sight she saw. Of all the strange things that had happened to her since she and her husband had come to Africa, this ... this was indeed the most breathtaking of all, and she knew now how this ugly African pig could rule over so many men and women. She was afraid to guess how long it was maybe just a hair shorter than the houseboy, Ojike's strange thin weapon, but thicker ... like an ancient war club!
Despite the self-consciousness she felt from sitting there next to him staring at his lust-thickened staff of sweating black flesh, she was oddly incapable of turning away. It was everything that a woman dreams of. The supreme maleness. A huge throbbing instrument of delicious torture filled with fiery African blood. A swelling, pulsating creature with its own needs ... angry and capable of fulfilling a girl's most fanciful dreams!
All of Penny's senses were heightened and she was humiliated when she suddenly realized that she was licking her lips, as greedily as she had been a few moments before when she was wracked with indecision. It was a visual delicacy ... an eye filling feast of flesh ... and he had asked her if she were ready to put it in her body! How? where!
"Now, are you ready, pig?" the King teased lewdly, holding his cock proudly outward at an outrageous angle from his immense body. "Doesn't it make your mouth water?" He edged back further on the throne and reached down with his other hand to draw back the loose flap of uncircumcised foreskin until the purplish-black knob of it stood sleek and naked in the light of the several torches.
"Yesss!" Penny hissed in passionate reply. "What do you want me to do?"
Unceremoniously, the slug-like King reached forward with both hands and wound them in her silky brown hair, pulling her head down in a position that was too uncomfortable to stand unless she moved to an all-fours position between his bloated black thighs with her feet dangling over the edge of the platform, which she did immediately.
Her pretty sun-kissed face was directly over his kinky-haired loins now, and she followed his urgings to take his thick black penis in her hand. It was horrible, and delicious, and thrilling, all at once, to be holding him like this. Deliberately even, after he removed his own beefy paw. Quickly now, she began to gently skin the huge dusky cock back and forth, causing it to stiffen and grow still harder, bringing a deep sigh of contentment from the African's throat. Her face was but a single precious inch away from the glistening sap-smeared crown, and she opened her mouth automatically to breathe softly against it, exciting him still further. Slowly, voluptuously, her breath flowed over the gaping coralline slit that was even then drooling its pungent nectar down the pipe-like black shaft of the King's penis.
The King could stand no more.
"Suck it, American pig!" he snarled sadistically. "And it had better be good, or I will have your breasts cut off and fed to the hyenas!"
In that strange unfathomable way with which she was rapidly becoming familiar, his debasing choice of words excited her. She wondered if she weren't some sort of masochist. She wondered what her dear sweet Christian mother back in Butte, Montana would say if she could see her precious daughter willingly kneeling at the feet of a black pagan King about to take his stallion's cock into her pretty little mouth and suck the sperm from his inky body.
"SUCK IT!"
Her tongue darted out automatically, the tip coming into slippery contact with the pearl of viscid nectar that had pooled at its tip. She circled her velvety lingual member around the smoothly bloated mushroom as he groaned arid twisted above her from the tenderness of her touch. The tip of that same fleshy appendage found the oozing coralline gap of his gland and dipped into it like a hummingbird drawing sap from a honeysuckle. She savored the sharp pungent taste of his seminal fluid, the odor causing her to salivate and realize that she, Penny Glasser, was actually licking the end of a fat African's hard throbbing cock! Her hands dropped to the base of the huge erected penis and she cupped his smooth, heavy testicles with one of them, grazing her dainty tapered nails tantalizingly over the hairy flaccid flesh. The other hand she placed at the thick base of his cock where it soared from the crinkly black pubic hair covering his lower stomach. She squeezed it, her fingers unable to fully encircle the huge girth, and pulled up and then down hard, skinning back the foreskin until the large gleaming head stood alone and naked against the softness of her trembling pink lips. She began to plant feverish wet kisses around it, beginning at the tip and tracing a path down the full length of it to the bottom and then wetly back up to the tip again. She caressed it longer than she knew she should, not being able just yet to bring herself to put it in her mouth.
But the King could wait no more. With a gurgle deep in his throat, he reached down to lock his hands behind her head and thrust his loins up with the strength of a rutting bull. Penny resisted for a moment, doubt colliding with desire in her mind, but it was too late. He was pushing against her, forcing the head of his prick into her mouth. She mumbled the first stages of fear in her, feeling unexpected revulsion, and tried to shake her head away, but he held her tightly and she could not move. She could only clench her lips and teeth firmly together, and try to keep it away, yet he would not be denied. He was the King. and increased the pressure; it felt as though her lips were being pushed back through the sharpness of her teeth. He groaned and struggled against her resisting lips, feeling them parting, bit by tiny bit, until suddenly with the aid of an extra hard lunge, she gasped and opened her mouth, accepting the first lustfully throbbing inches. The broad, thick black cock crushed through her soft, moist lips and into the warm, wet cavern of her mouth. She could feel the hugeness of it slithering up the length of her tongue and filling her mouth completely with its thick fleshy hardness.
Penny heard his breathing become labored as he began a slow, lascivious rhythmic undulation of his hips up into her sweet face. She closed her eyes to keep from choking as more saliva seemed to fill her mouth everywhere except where she was filled by Jabavu's great flexing penis, now protruding banana-like from her thinly stretched lips. Her oral orifice was ovaled and seemed ready to split open at any instant.
Just then, out of nowhere, she heard Danielle's lyrical voice. She was saying to the King, "Shall I begin now, my husband?" Penny had forgotten that Danielle was still in the room.
"Yes, start, start!" the King barked.
"MMMfff ... mmmfff," Penny struggled to ask, attempting to form a question around the cock in her mouth. God, what else? she wondered hysterically, trying to imagine what the pretty Mgoro girl was about to do with the King's consent.
Use the big one," Jabavu instructed, still pumping forward. "This American pig wants it, don't you ... ? You ... want ... the special ... treatment ... yes?" He punctuated each word with a separate ramming motion into the now terrified fledgling's face.
"NoooMMMfff!" Penny protested feebly, not even knowing why or what she was afraid of.
The King's yellow teeth flashed in the torchlight as he watched Danielle hurry to a cabinet on the far side of the room and open one of the doors, kneeling after she had done so to search about inside. Finally she spotted the right object and withdrew it, fondling it lovingly as she rose and crossed the distance back to the couch. Dropping down behind the youthful American girl, Danielle moved up to her jiggling buttocks and raised the instrument she held high so the King could see it. His roughly clutching hands were still behind Penny's head as he writhed and nodded vigorously towards the awaiting woman to approve what she had brought. Then, his face clouding with sudden impatience, he lifted one hand and shook it to order his assistant to proceed at once.
Danielle bent over immediately, her hands circling Penny's buttocks and grabbing the hem of the flowing raffia robe, then lifting it up high to expose the naked white flesh of their captive's succulent ass-cheeks. Penny was partially naked now, much more obscenely so than if she had been completely stripped of all her clothing. Her smooth bare buttocks were presented up and pleasing expanses of her dancing breasts sowing as they hung down below her open robe, her strawberry nipples tapping the leopard-skin surface of the platform like muted drumming points to the cadence of the indecent mouth-fucking she was getting from the slug-like King before her.
The King continued to watch Danielle as she unwrapped the banana leaf from around the instrument and began to smear it with pig fat. It was the most imposing device in his collection, an awesome looking dildo made of carved ebony wood, his pride and joy, that he had ordered his youngest wife to fetch. It was impossibly huge, with a menacing curve to it, and it gleamed obscenely black as Danielle anointed it with the greasy yellow substance she dipped out of a small clay bowl with her fingers. It was enough to drive a girl crazy with desire ... and it had never failed.
"Start now, Mgoro wife!" Jabavu hissed, forcing his cock even further into Penny's sucking throat.
Immediately, Danielle pressed the tapering tip of the glistening sex tool into the flowering pink folds of Penny's pretty pink pussy, parting them gently to thrill along the swollen button of her clitoris.
Penny mumbled in protest as she felt her ass-cheeks stretch, "No! ... don't! MMMfff!"
"Here it goes, my husband ... it is going in now," Danielle breathed excitedly as she pushed the big carved ebony shaft forward, pressuring the giant tip between the petals of Penny's cruelly stretched vagina until it was open for entry. They were sadistic even the soft-spoken Mgoro girl becoming, caught up in the fever of the moment, abusing the American girl as she postured in hopeless dejection, on all fours like a bitch-dog, their several hands holding her so strongly that she could not escape.
Waves of shame and humiliation washed over her in an evil tide of defilement. She was grateful now for the bitter tasting pitchi bark she had had earlier, or she could never have stood being sandwiched in this lewd position between them with the depraved black man and the girl she had formerly thought so Sweet, free to do with her as they wished. She could not see what was entering her from behind but felt its fluttering and grunted with pain even greater than before when its thickness pushed further into her. She wanted to lift her mouth and scream for them to stop, tears running freely down her cheeks as the shaft penetrated another inch and then another. It was hideous and she felt her thighs being swept wider apart as the instrument, wet and slippery from her own juices when the wicked King of the Djambulu had first begun to tease her, ferreting forward into the smooth sucking channel of her sex. Her pussy was afire with lewd excitement now. Her arms were trembling and her back arched from the inhuman position she was held in.
"Deeper! ... Give the American slut the fucking she deserves!" the King urged his wife.
Danielle complied instantly, cruelly rotating the vicious dildo as she sunk it yet another thrilling inch into Penny's tortured young vagina, sucking her cuntal lips in and out and making them shiver.
"Oh, God!" Penny moaned. "No more ... please nooo!" The agony, despite her protests, eased a little then as she inadvertently began to secrete more lubricating fluid and felt the thing levering her thighs wider and wider as if to split her tender body all the way up to her swaying breasts. The monstrous, unyielding cock-thing twisted cruelly onward, all the way inside her, not going any deeper, but gradually expanding, strangely, the moist warm flesh clinging tightly around it. The betraying waves of sexual pleasure began then, creeping forcefully through her body.
The desire rising inside her belly became a rabid torrent once more and she began to roll her buttocks high up behind her in a welcoming circular movement, clasping desperately with her cunt muscles at the obscene dildo burrowing into her.
Suddenly, insanely, she wanted to exploit it to the limit, to fill her entrails with it and cum as she had the night before. She sucked wildly at the massive black cock in her mouth, almost gagging, her cheeks hollowing and filling with his every thrust. It was the biggest cock she had ever tasted and now it was sliding down into her throat as she fought for breath, managing to catch quick gulps of it on the out-stroke of his thrusting. His soft, swollen balls slapped harder against the skin below her chin as he fucked between her lips, giving her almost all he had. She was beyond fighting his lewd rape of her mouth and cunt from behind. She could not even visualize what was happening to her she was all sensation and mentally raving as the slave to erotic fury she had become within a mere matter of minutes. Even the musky odor of male ,sweat that was now dripping from the King's blubbery loins maddened her, filling her nostrils with a constant reminder of the perverse at-, tack she was being subjected to by these rampant cocks stroking into her at both ends. Dazing pulsations thumped at the bounds of her brain and she was growing close to bursting with ecstasy, was twitching and twisting, slavering saliva and semen from the corners of her quivering out-drawn lips.
"You see, madame? The pitchi is good, no?" Danielle whispered sarcastically, feeling increasingly hotter herself as she worked the diabolical dildo in and out, and watched with utter enthrallment how good it was to be in Penny's position, sensing her pleasure and also delighting in her role of helping her husband debauch the helpless Peace Corps bride.
The fragile Mgoro girl looked imploringly into Jabavu's dark and savage eyes, receiving the permission she knew he would grant now, that the time was right. Smirking fiendishly, the stimulated youngest wife moved the excruciating instrument in increasingly wider ragged circles until it felt to poor Penny as if a "Roto-Rooter" had been turned on inside her, loosening and battering the viscid passage as though the vile pseudo-penis had a mind of its own.
It smacked wetly into her white-mooned buttocks, ravaging her, disappearing and surfacing, driving her forward onto the black King's rock-hard penis; expanding Penny's throat until she thought she would strangle on its pipe-like girth. If she did, though, it would be at the highest peak of her life at a time when she believed nothing else could surpass what she was getting now!
She arched upwards, the cords in her strained neck standing out, her long brown hair falling on the ebony loins around the cock she was sucking with all her might, trying to time her movements to those of the King ... yet never forgetting to follow as much as possible the quivering gyrations and pummelings of the mysterious ebony rod that Danielle was manipulating from behind. It was ramming and twisting into her its full length and. God! it felt wonderful!
She could not settle her mind enough to decide which she enjoyed most, the weird reaming thing in her tortured, flaring cunt or the thick black prick fucking into her face as she voraciously sucked at it. One thing she knew she wanted everything!
"Slap the little, pig's ass!" shouted King Jabavu for no apparent reason other than it made his balls tingle to hurt people who were defenseless.
Quickly, the equally excited Mgoro girl knelt yet lower to better her hold on the evil wooden dildo, then released one hand and drew back to deliver a sharp, stinging slap to one writhing cheek of Penny's white ass. The beautiful young girl responded, moaning with a muffled sound and yet feeling a delicious sensation of odd masochistic luxury. The blow only increased her sense of debasement, thus increasing her shame, but nothing ... nothing could diminish her pleasure!
The King's kinky pubic hair was now saturated with the juices dribbling from the edges of her sucking, milking mouth and her entire body was in fierce and total motion. Her hips responded to the twists and bouncings of her knees, and her belly jerked and thrust after her hips. Her shoulders rocked and rolled, she was all fluidity and fire, the beat of her blood seeping into dark areas of her being.
"Again! Slap her again!" the bloated African Monarch commanded.
Again Danielle obeyed, laying her slender palm against the rounded globe of Penny's buttocks with a resounding slap. And, again, it had the same effect on the kneeling girl, leaving her almost disappointed when the stinging feeling died away.
Oh, if only he'll squirt his sperm in my mouth, she yearned, mumbling out her submission to the lewd desires racing through her mechanically, and human, cock-ravished body. Her toes curled tightly back on the soles of her bare feet as she was driven back and forth, fucked from both ends by the dildo and the great, driving inky-black cock in her mouth. She was truly their slave and now, inciting her more, the fat African ruler was leaning forward a little to knead her dangling white breasts with his meaty unclean fingers. He was rapidly reaching the crescendo of his own desire, Penny could tell, and she wormed as best she could one of her hands over to once again cup his magnificent coconut balls, milking them delightfully as she was driven backward with each lunge he made into her hot wet mouth.
"Tighten your lips, pig-slut!" he snapped at the slaving American girl, his voice tight with passion.
Penny followed his bidding, at the same moment feeling her own climax approaching, the first of a rapid series of mind-destroying jolts.
Then, all hell broke loose!
The black ruler in front of her jerked suddenly as though lashed with pain and jammed his hips up tightly into her face, sinking half the fantastic length of his cock deep in her grasping throat. She could not breathe, could not care, as the incredible prick erupted in the warm, soft interior of her sucking mouth, strange profane chantings escaping his lips. His hot thick sperm squirted into her mouth like a rush of raging water through a storm drain, and she sucked and swallowed, her cheeks inflating and deflating the whole time from the pressure of the bursting dam of hot African sperm. It lasted forever, it seemed, her throat accepting the warm sticky liquid of his passion, and then it pulsed with a long last jerk ... at last softening beneath her swirling tongue. Her reason was gone and she clung to him as her greatest orgasm of all stiffened her body, flooding out in great sensual waves of her own succulent juices around the twisting, reaming instrument of lust in her cunt, flowing out of her in hot liquid streams, making the ravished petals of her sex flower widely open as she creamed down the insides of her trembling thighs.
It was indescribably wicked, and the entirety of her groin felt wet and used beyond belief. She was crying, tears of real joy pouring from her eyes; then they fluttered closed and she released the King's rapidly deflating penis, its semi-softness slipping from her pursued lips with a slight pop at the same moment Danielle began to withdraw the dildo from her flushed young pussy.
"Are you through with me now?" she asked breathlessly.
The King again flashed yellow teeth as his enormous stomach rocked with laughter. "Through, pig?
We have only started!"
CHAPTER EIGHT
Doug closed the two-and-a-half-mile distance from the falls where his two P.A.I.G.C. escorts had released him to the Mgoro compound at a dead run. He was furious. Tears of indignation and rage were streaming down his cheeks as he burst through the stone gate screaming, "Gimme a God damn Jeep! I've got to find Major M'Bonu! Those fucking jungle bunnies have got my wife!"
Immediately, he was encircled by a wall of curious black flesh, including several of his fellow teachers from the Technical School, but he pressed his way through and past the anxiously approaching Headmaster, La Pierre as well on his way to the bungalow that housed Mgoro's small detachment of Senegalese Militia. There was a Jeep parked outside, but no driver. Doug stormed through the door, badly scaring the little corporal that manned the desk. "Let me have that God damn Jeep," he demanded. "I've got to get to M'Bonu in Dakar!"
The little corporal snapped to attention. "Major M'Bonu is in Liberte on official business," he stammered. "But there is no driver for the Jeep. Everyone is out looking for you and your wife."
Doug grimaced impatiently. He had a strong notion that the Major's business in Liberte was, being conducted at the Jungle Bar ... but how in hell was he supposed to get there? "Listen you little brown bastard," he bellowed, "gimme the keys to that rig outside and I'll drive myself."
"But I can't do that, monsieur Glasser. It is not allowed. It is against regulations. If you will wait a little while, I'm certain someone will return who can drive you."
Doug seethed another silent second before turning on his heels toward the door through which he had just come. Fuck it, he thought, I'll just have to hotwire the God damn thing!
* * *
Penny failed to notice that Danielle had disappeared, taking the fiendish dildo with her to be cleaned and oiled for the next performance. Instead, she merely rolled over on her back on the fur-covered platform at the King's fat feet, her arms and legs obscenely spread, uncaring.
She could still feel his vile sperm on her face, drying slowly, and the painful soreness in and around her vagina. She could not bear to stir herself into activity, nor even to bother covering her nakedness. The combination of humiliation and satisfaction was too much for the poor American girl to cope with. She was more fully a captive than even she herself realized. Not only had her body betrayed her by reacting so completely to her lewdly engineered rape, she was also half looking forward to the next turn of events. They had promised her a "show" and supper-as if she were some high-priced jungle call girl.
It was unbelievable, how in the space of less than twenty-four hours, she had become thoroughly used, hopelessly aroused, and twice raped. She was abandoned and lost in a part of the jungle she couldn't even begin to place on map. And, with each passing minute, she feared that she would never again see her handsome young husband. For all she knew, they might merely have taken him out in the nearby bush and slit his throat. Or, if not, she could easily imagine him lying in the bottom of a pool of quicksand, or disemboweled on the horns of a water buffalo or the claws of a prowling leopard. She was lost. Lost!
Slowly, painfully, she gathered herself up and got shakily to her feet. Her fingers moved to refasten the front of her open raffia robe.
"That won't be necessary!" the King bellowed. "I think it would be better if you took it all the way off!"
She hesitated but for a single moment before, seeing the King's angrily growing expression of impatience, she nodded meekly and began to shrug out of the already-gaping garment, letting it fall to a crumpled pool at her naked feet.
"That is better, no?" King Jabavu smiled wickedly as he caught the reflection of the several well-placed torches gleaming goldenly on her smooth white flesh. "If you are to be the wife of a Djambulu King, you must learn your proper place!"
Wife? Penny sickened with horrifying realization. Oh, my God!
"You look concerned, uh."
"P-Penny," Penny supplied.
"You look concerned, Penny," the King continued. "Perhaps I should explain that being the eleventh wife of a Djambulu King is indeed a privilege . you will have servants ... fine clothes ... the best food and poma."
"I-I don't think I'd be interested."
The King was growing increasingly impatient. "Perhaps you would rather I sold you to an Arab slaver from the north!"
Penny swallowed tightly. "I-Is there a difference?" she managed with a burst of bravery that surprised even herself.
Jabavu's inky-black face bloated heavily with rage, then calmed as he realized that he had been selling the wrong points. After what had happened just moments before, he knew full well where her weakness lay. "The Djambulu are not jealous like the other tribes," he explained with a wicked smile. "We do not circumcise our women ... and they are free to take lovers ... even the King's wives." Again, Penny opened her mouth to protest, but the King raised his hand to stay her. "As a Djambulu Queen, there are no avenues closed to your freedom of sexual expression. Do you like to whip or be whipped?" Penny cast her eyes downward in embarrassment. The pitchi bark was apparently still working. "Perhaps sex with small children or animals appeals to you?" The idea of such things were positively abhorrent to the young American girl. Her pussy lips flowered open. "I have one wife who has sex with her own son and another who indulges herself with hyenas. Perhaps--. "
"Stop it! STOP IT!"
The King smiled indulgently. "Perhaps you should reserve your decision until after the performance," he suggested.
* * *
Luckily, the ignition key was still in the dash. That would save precious time. Doug turned it, hit the starter-clutch pedal and fed the engine a little gas. It roared into life and Doug sighed with relief. Quickly, just as the little corporal came running out the door with his arms waving wildly in the air above his head, the angry young husband dropped the vehicle into gear and sped off in the direction of the gate. It was a good twenty miles to Liberte in mounting darkness ... on a road that even a native, Montanan like himself had to consider lousy.
Judging from the sun's position, it must have been very close to five o'clock. And, judging from what he'd seen of the Major's bravery, he supposed that he would either be staying over in Liberte until morning, or starting back to Dakar before sunset so he could be safely out of Djambulu country by the time darkness settled in for the night. He had no way of knowing just which were the Major's plans. He knew full-well that M'Bonu would in no circumstances be willing to make the return trip to Mgoro twice in one day after he'd been safely re-ensconced in Dakar.
He hurried, making the torturous twenty miles run to Liberte at top speed. When he caught sight of the drippy red letters, Jungle Bar, on the front of the ramshackle building at the end of the steep mountain street he actually managed a small smile. There, in front like a horse tied to a hitching rail, was the Major's Land-Rover, its official green, yellow and red Senegalese tri-color flapping idly from the radio aerial in the light afternoon breeze.
CHAPTER NINE
Penny was already starting her fourth glass of poma when the King's several naked servants began to clear away the last of the evening's dinnerware. The meal of rice and fish cooked in peanut oil had been surprisingly delicious, and she found herself feeling suddenly relaxed. "Is the show about to start now?" she whispered quietly to the King.
Jabavu looked at the naked white girl seated next to him on the throne and smiled. He was pleased to see that the poma was beginning to affect her. "Yes, it is," he replied. "But first, the stage must be set."
The stage, as Penny soon found out, consisted of a four-poster brass bed that the Djambulu had picked up on one of their endless raids. The two burly servants who brought it into the room turned it at a right angle to the throne, then bowed graciously before their master before turning to leave.
"Now the show is about to begin," the fat King winked.
Penny emitted a startled gasp as a beautiful young white girl was ushered into the room from a side door. She was fully dressed in the clothes she'd been captured in, and Penny guessed her to be no older than eighteen or nineteen. She had dark hair, but her features were quite light and appealing.
"Is she French?" she queried, leaning closer to the King.
"She's Portuguese," the black ruler explained. "Da Silva captured her on his last raid to Guine."
"What's she going to do?"
"Just watch, Penny. You will see, you will see." There was an ominous tone in his voice which caused the fine hairs on the back of Penny's neck to bristle.
The girl walked around the bed as if she weren't quite sure of herself. But her eyes were glazed with pitchi, and it was obvious that she had been carefully rehearsed, more than-likely by the surprising Danielle.
Unprompted, the girl began to remove her clothes just like any girl her age might do if she were preparing herself for bed. The only thing that made her different was the fantastic shape of her sensual young body. Her dark hair was silky and long, tied back in a ponytail style, and as she removed her dress, she had to swing the long strand of hair out of the way. There was something about the way she moved that gave her the appearance of feline sensuality, and she was almost purring as her dress came off over her head. Her undergarments were black and lacy, and even with a bra on, it was apparent that her breasts were round and full. Almost casually, the young girl ran her hands lightly over her hips and belly as if feeling a stirring sensation within, and then she reached behind her back to unfasten the lacy bra. It fell away from her luscious body like it was propelled by breasts strapped in too tightly, and the white smooth skin of her firm full breasts shimmered golden in the torchlight. They were as magnificent as any imagination would have them, and after dropping her bra to the fur-covered floor, she rubbed her palms over the tips of the tiny brown nipples in such a way as to instantly make them rise into hardness.
Penny shifted nervously as she watched the young Portuguese girl. It surprised her to see the young girl act so oblivious to her and the King seated on the throne. She was so close to the girl that she felt she could reach out and touch her, and yet she felt embarrassed to be watching. It seemed so ... so indecent. Especially since Penny was naked and exposed herself.
The girl was walking around with her breasts pointing straight out, naked for all the world to see. Penny was glad the girl still had black panties on at least, and she seemed to be leaving them alone, but the total picture the girl presented seemed very indecent to her in any case.
Penny picked up her glass of poma and nervously drained it. Immediately, the King refilled her glass from the large clay pot Danielle had left, and she was about to pick it up when she was started by the sudden intrusion of a tall gaunt African charging nakedly into the room from a side door. It was Ojike, the Glassers Mgoro houseboy! Instantly, she knew the truth of her and Doug's capture ... and the houseboy's tremendous erection that last day in camp. Ojike was no more than a common traitor!
Still, Penny held her glass tightly as she watched the evil houseboy engage in a mock struggle with the lovely Portuguese girl. He overpowered her easily, and holding her arms behind her naked back, he reached under the pillow of the bed and pulled out some short lengths of ropes. Everything seemed to happen at lightning speed, and the next thing Penny saw was the girl being bent forward at the head of the bed. With quick movements, the naked Ojike tied the girl's fragile wrists to the brass stead at the head of the bed. The treacherous houseboy was around behind her in a flash, and he rapidly tied the girl's ankles wide apart, each fastened to the bed's rear legs.
Penny was completely awed by the sight before her, and wondered if they weren't perhaps re-enacting the poor girl's capture. The girl was like a prisoner on the bed, her beautiful young body held tightly between the metal pipes, her full jutting breasts squashed down against the mattress. Her arms were pulled parallel with the bed, and she was lying face down as though her buttocks were a target. With her legs tied to the foot of the bedstead, the girl looked highly vulnerable to anything the man might do ... especially when he began to wedge the wadded pillow under her flat stomach in order to elevate her buttocks.
All sorts of images flashed through Penny's brain, and she drank a large full gulp of her poma in an effort to calm herself. The girl was whimpering too realistically to be faking her fear of the vile man.
"Do not worry," the King commented as if reading her mind. "It's just part of the act we have devised."
Penny was still concerned, in spite of King Jabavu's reassurance, and she twisted nervously on the throne as the bizarre sights unfolding before her continued. Ojike was grinning lewdly at the helpless position of the girl, and he seemed to ignore her pleas for mercy. It was as though he was there uninvited, and when he moved toward the girl he took small steps that seemed to draw out the anticipated act. Penny wanted to scream with fear for the girl's safety as the man suddenly grabbed her panties and, with one very vicious tug, pulled the flimsy material from her body.
"Please don't hurt me!" the girl sobbed in Portuguese. "For the love of God, no more!"
Penny was now convinced that the act was not a fake. The girl was pulling at her bonds, and her buttocks wiggled lewdly as a result of her struggle. The twin, half-moon globes were round and shapely, standing out clearly in the light of the torches. The torn shreds of her panties fell to the floor, and Ojike pinched the flesh of her buttocks, making her yelp in pain. The vicious black man laughed at her swift response, then shoving his hand in between the girl's smooth inner thighs, he lifted up to suddenly bury his fingers in the wispy tangle of her pubic hair.
Penny felt her heart pounding a mile a minute, as she realized she was about to witness the rape of the poor girl tied to the bed. She was trapped, and there was nothing that she or anyone else could do about it.
Then, suddenly, the evil man's hand shot back to the bed to retrieve the coiled black object that had escaped Penny's eyes during the excitement. It was a small lather whip. In spite of its small size, it looked terrifying and sinister, and he drew his hand down smoothly, making a loud crack with the tiny leather tip on the end of it.
Penny practically jumped off the throne at the sound of the cracking whip, and her heart was pounding so fast she could feel it in her throat. Ojike was going to beat the frightened Portuguese girl! It was all too apparent! She sat absolutely still as the man moved toward the girl, holding the whip like a limp snake in front of him. When he was directly behind the bent-over girl, he moved his hand holding the whip up high in the air, so that the girl could see it very clearly. She had her head twisted to one side, and by the look on her face, it was painful for her to look backward toward the man. When she saw what he was holding over his head, her eyes popped open wide with obvious terror.
"No! Please don't! Help me ... help me!" she sobbed, but her plea was interrupted with, the whip coming down across her naked buttocks.
"AAAaaaggghhhh!" Heaving forward in a desperate attempt to get away from the blow, the girl's breasts pressed into the mattress as she tried to pull herself free from the restraining bonds. She was securely tied, and there was no escape for her. Ojike raised his hand once again, and the whip landed on her smooth quivering young buttocks even harder than before.
"AAAgggghhhh!" the girl screamed. "NNNooo!"
Thin red lines were visible across the white cheeks of her naked buttocks as a vivid indication of where the whip had struck her body. Penny felt like getting sick for a moment, and she could feel the pain vicariously as the houseboy again raised his hand, holding up the whip, striking the girl with the tip of it on the upstroke. The loud, lewd cracking sound echoed throughout the room, and another livid welt appeared on the cheeks of her pretty ass.
Penny made a conscious effort to block out the cruelty of the man's act from her mind, but the subsequent blows of the whip sounded like cracking stings from hell. Then, as though she had been imagining all that proceeded, Penny was shocked by the sudden change in the girl's voice. It was as though the girl was actually enjoying the painful whipping from the black man, and tiny drops of excited moisture seemed magically to appear between the girl's open thighs.
The girl's buttocks were but a few feet from where Penny was seated, and she could clearly see the pink valley of moist flesh between the hair-lined slit of her pussy. Penny could hardly believe it, yet there was no denying what she could see with her own eyes. The girl's whimpering had changed to real moans of pleasure, and she was rolling her buttocks as if to entice the wicked houseboy to strike her again and again!
Penny gulped down the remaining poma in her cup as she felt a strange growing sensation in her own loins. Something about the bizarre reactions of the girl made her own nerves tingle with the same excitement she had felt when she'd blown the King earlier. It was almost as if she was being touched between her inner thighs, and she realized that there was moisture on the soft lips of her own cunt.
She tried to close her mind to the realization of her excitement, but she couldn't turn off the gnawing sensations that seemed to grow with each passing moment. In. spite of the terrible shame she felt for having become excited by the lewd scene, Penny couldn't resist the desire to press her vagina down against the fur-covered seat beneath her.
Ojike's gigantic penis was gleaming stiffly in the torchlight, a thick fleshy staff of lusting flesh that looked large enough to split the tiny Portuguese girl in half. The giant black head was throbbing, and Penny could see thin drops of seminal fluid seeping just inside the dilated red slit in its head. He clambered up on the bed and knelt behind the naked girl.
He held his throbbing cock in his left hand as he moved closer to the girl's exposed buttocks, and when he moved his hips forward, his lust-hardened penis was but an inch from the soft dividing crevice formed by her ass cheeks. Penny was stunned by the idea of the treacherous African putting his giant cock into the girl's virginal ass-hole. It was vile and dirty, an action that no human in his own right mind would ever perform! But Ojike bent forward, his face close to the tiny throbbing mouth, and he let a large drop of spittle fall from his lips to land on the puckered little mouth.
"Yes, yes! Fuck my ass!" the girl groaned, her words shocking and surprising Penny.
Yet, the girl did seem to welcome it, even wanted it, and she was quickly squirming her buttocks backward toward Ojike as an added emphasis to her wishes. "Yesssssssss!" the girl moaned as he worked his middle finger into the tight, visibly sucking passage of her rectum. His finger sunk all the way up to his palm as he wormed it into the tight, clinging tunnel, and she screamed from rising pleasure rather than from pain.
Penny felt a tiny pulsing sensation in her own ass-hole as she watched her own houseboy tease his finger in and out of the sweetly sucking flesh, causing the girl to wriggle her naked buttocks lewdly back against the palm of his hand. Ojike held his swollen penis with his free hand at the same time, stroking it in lewd cadence to the finger working in the girl's gradually expanding anal passage.
The room was completely silent but for the sounds of impassioned breathing, and Penny was frozen to the throne, unable ... unwilling to take her eyes from the lascivious performance.
Then, Ojike pulled his finger from the girl's anus with a quick jerking movement that made a slight sucking noise as it popped clear of the tight passage, and Penny couldn't help noticing that his cock had grown to tremendous size. The bloated head seemed to glisten with a purple sheen as he dug his fingers cruelly into the flesh of her ass-cheeks, pulling them wide apart in preparation for the greater entry to come. He shoved his hips forward until the great bulbous head was in contact with the tight, quivering anus. The girl still continued to wriggle her buttocks back as best she could within the limits of her restraining bonds. She was completely vulnerable to his assault, yet she acted like she wanted his cock inside her rectum. It was hard for Penny to imagine such wanton lust as to want to be taken from behind that way, but that was precisely what she was seeing. The thick head of the African's blood-filled cock was pushing hard against the tiny brown-pink hole, and the elastic flesh was mechanically resisting the entry of the huge male column. Penny felt sweat forming on her own brow as she thought about the pain the girl must be feeling in her backside, but then like a magical door had been opened, the African's penis popped up inside the girl's anus.
The girl screamed with terrifying agony as her anus was stretched to the hugest proportions of the houseboy's prick.
Penny thought the head of his cock was like a pole wrapped with a tight rubber band, the girl's anus stretched and white from the unnatural entry. Ojike seemed totally unconcerned by the girl's, screamed cries, as he suddenly thrust forward with his hips, driving his lust-swollen cock an inch more into the girl's rectum.
Penny could see the girl's legs trying to pull away from the ropes that held her ankles-wide apart, and she knew that the girl was trying desperately to stop the further entry of the huge penis. But, the girl was helpless, and her firm young buttocks stuck out like a prize catch in her prone position, and Ojike was gladly using it for all he was worth.
He thrust hard forward again, his cock going half its length inside the girl's rear passage, and when she could only sob from the pain, he drove his cock with tremendous force the remaining distance. like a sharply pointed skewer being stabbed into a lamb for roasting, the girl's anus was pierced by the African's huge column of flesh. His groin smashed into her ass-cheeks with a loud slapping sound that echoed around the room, and the girl's groan was lost in the noise of the naked collision. They were locked together in the lewd, unnatural coupling, and Penny sat frozen to her seat, certain the girl had fainted from the excruciating pain ... But, suddenly, the girl's buttocks began to grind in the slow rolling motions as if she was trying to reach back with it and grasp even the tangled pubic hair from his groin inside her open loins.
"My God, she-likes it!" Penny panicked as, she watched Ojike beginning to withdraw his thick cock from the depths of the girl's wide-stretched rectum. The fleshy column seemed to be even longer as it came slowly out until just the head remained inside, and the ring of warm pink flesh around her anus seemed to fold out with the large cock. Holding his cock in that same position for a moment as if waiting for everyone in the audience to get a good look, the man then thrust forward, driving his cock again into the seething depths of her rectum.
The girl's anus folded inward with the long thrust of Ojike's cock, and she let out a groan of heartfelt pleasure as her ass-hole was filled with the giant object. She was stunned by the apparent joy the girl was experiencing.
Penny felt the dampness between her thighs becoming greater and greater, as she suddenly remembered that she, too, was naked. She didn't want to have any sexual response to the horrible act she was witnessing, but she couldn't help it the lewd and vile actions in front of her were making her vagina wet with lubricating fluid. As her own houseboy fucked gleefully in and out of the Portuguese girl's impossibly stretched ass-hole, Penny could feel the tip of her own hardened clitoris as she ground her loins into the fur covered seat. It sent flashing electric sensations running through her body, making all the nerves twitch with excitement.
"Uugghh! Yeeessssssss! Fuck my ass gooooddd!" the girl moaned as Ojike drove his cock in and out of her burning , rubbery passage with longer and longer thrusts. She was rolling her buttocks in an undulating rhythm to match his driving cock, and the fluid from her vagina was pouring in such amounts as to run free down her inner thighs. She was like a wild animal as she worked her hips around, her anus trying to hungrily suck the juices from the black man's sperm-heavy balls.
Penny glanced over at King Jabavu for an instant, and what she saw disgusted her. He was smiling broadly, his excitement at seeing the young helpless girl debased and raped was obvious. She didn't consider that she, too, had been engrossed in the actions of the couple on the bed, and she wasn't even conscious of her own grinding motions against the seat of her throne.
The houseboy fucking in and out of the girl's anus was ever increasing his tempo, his big cock seemingly becoming even bigger with his nearing climax. The girl was screwing back her buttocks as best she could within the limits of her bonds, and she was gibbering incoherent sounds, pleading with the man to pump her full of his cum. Her dark hair was hanging loosely about her head, swaying as she twisted her head back and forth in opposite time to the fucking of her rectum. Her large breasts danced beneath her chest like jelly as the man buffeted her anus with harder and harder strokes, and the force of his attack seemed to carry through her body to the top of her head. She was so close to an orgasm, that Penny thought the girl was going insane. She became transfixed by the swaying motion of Ojike's bloated black balls as he rocked back and forth, skewering the girl's wide-stretched rectum with his cock.
The hair-covered sac seemed to be filled with two lead weights, and when he drove his cock deep inside the girl's hot rectum, the twin balls would swing forward up between the girl's inner thighs to hit the hair covered mound of her open cunt. Penny was sure that the girl wanted to have her fingers in her pussy, as she was struggling with the ropes tying her wrists to the head of the bed. She also felt the urge to have her own fingers in her own cunt to relieve the growing sensations there.
"Beautiful, is she not?" the King spoke suddenly at her side, momentarily breaking her reverie.
"Yes," Penny swallowed dryly, "yes, she is."
"Just seventeen, you know," he smiled, "I sold her yesterday to an Arab slaver from Mauritania ... He's picking her up later tonight."
The girl was suddenly shaking and jerking wildly against the ropes that held her to the bed as she screamed out the gigantic beginning of her climax. Penny could see the girl's, pussy sucking at air as great amounts of gushing fluid poured from the pink opening to her womb. Ojike almost instantly shoved his cock deeper up inside her rectum, his groin pressing so hard against the girl's buttocks that he flattened them. She continued screaming and jerking in her bent-over position, begging him to pump her rectum full of cum.
The African houseboy did as she wished. With a low groan, he held her hips tightly in his hands as his cock released the stored-up sperm from his balls, and it began shooting hot blasts of searing hot cum deep up inside the girl's rectum.
"AAAuuurrrggghhh!" she screamed, her face wildly contorted with passion, "fuck me! PUCK ME!"
Their obscenely joined bodies spasmed in lewd unison as Ojike's sperm filled the girl's rectum, squirting in great explosive blasts from the tip of his giant cock. Each hot jet was squeezed out with a loud cry of pleasure from the girl, and it seemed as if the African servant was never going to run dry. The cheeks of his black ass flexed and hollowed in time to the exploding penis buried juicily in her hot rectum, and his head was thrown back in the exquisite pleasure of his own release.
Penny felt as though she might have some unknown eruption in her own womb, as her own body was tremendously excited by the whole act before her. She knew she had to be repulsed by it all, but at the same time, she couldn't control the explosive excitement she was feeling in her cunt. She almost wished she was the girl tied on the bed, with the man's cock fucking into her back passage, instead of that of the girl. She realized that there had to be something to the tremendous pleasure the girl was quite obviously having, something that she herself had never experienced before in her whole life.
Then, suddenly, Penny flinched into a conscious reality as the King's beefy black paw found her crotch, and he began to slip a few fingers into her sopping pussy, moving them easily in and out to her unresisting delight. "Shall we join the others now, Penny?" he whispered meaningfully.
* * *
"What the hell do you mean, wait and see!" Doug exploded. "You think they're having a Parcheesi tournament up there?"
M'Bonu raised his hand in a nervous sweeping gesture. "Please be calm, monsieur Glasser," he soothed. "Perhaps we can work out some kind of arrangement with Da Silva and his men."
Doug's face went purple with rage. "What the hell do you mean, 'make a deal'! we're talking about my wife, not, a new refrigerator!"
"What do you suggest, monsieur Glasser?"
"I suggest you chug that beer and get off your duff. I know where the Djambulu village is. We can storm the God fuckin' place!"
M'Bonu paled. "B-But, I have only the same four privates with me that I had when I drove you to Mgoro."
"And the detachment at Mgoro?"
"That's only ten more men!"
"That's sixteen of us, and a bazooka and a flamethrower."
"Against two or three thousand Djambulu, many of whom are armed with fully automatic weapons.
No, monsieur Glasser, it is impossible ... even if I were in accord with what you suggest, which I am not, I would insist on a full battalion of militia with air support, and--. "
"Are you worth several million dollars to your country, Major?"
"Excuse me?"
"The Djambulu are asking for thirty prisoners, right?"
"Yes, yes, that's ri--. "
"Is your government willing to go along with that kind of thing?"
"Yes, I think so. I told you I thought we could deal with Da--. "
"Deal, schmeal ... It would take days hell, maybe weeks just to negotiate the terms for that kind of deal."
"Continue."
"And there will be no guarantee of Penny's safety in the meantime'. " M'Bonu's face pinched in confusion as Doug continued, "If something happens to her, there could be a sudden drop in the amount of aid my country provides to yours say in the area of a few million dollars?" The Major nodded gravely, he was beginning to understand. "Do I have to say more, M'Bonu? How long do you think you'll stay a political officer if your government loses the equivalent of half its-gross national product through your short-sighted failure to take immediate action?"
Beads of sweat popped out on M'Bonu's forehead. "Perhaps your idea has merit," he conceded grudgingly. "We will at least have the element of surprise."
Doug straightened. "Let's get with it then, Major. God only knows what Penny's going through right now!"
* * *
So much had happened to Penny in the last few hours that she was beginning to wonder if she had ever really understood anything about people before her capture her degree in anthropology notwithstanding.
Danielle returned from the other room with more poma. Then, after passing out the drinks, she returned to fetch the freshly oiled dildo, which she then placed at the foot of the bed.
Penny accepted her poma unflinchingly, still fearful to show her captors that she was fearing the complete loss of her sanity. Somehow she still hoped that Doug or someone would sweep down and save her from her hideous plight. But the possibility grew increasingly futile as she studied the woebegone expression of defeat etched on the pretty face of the Portuguese girl she had just learned had been sold into slavery.
One by one, the others drank their poma with its lust-inspiring infusion of pitchi. Time was blurred, distances distorted, and finally Penny could see that everyone else was beginning to feel the same erotic tingling that was awakening in herself.
"Now, we are ready," the King, said suddenly, slipping out of his rafia robe. "All of you drink ... hurry up!"
The three women automatically stared at the African regent's phenomenally huge cock jerking to erection as they downed the last of their native beer. Penny felt the sensations of sexual desire pacing through her limbs faster than before, reducing and overcoming her resistance as if a trigger had been pulled somewhere in her innermost being and began to worry less about whether she was sane or not. She glanced at Danielle, who was also naked then, standing before them like a Parisian fashion model displaying a new style line, only hers was pure flesh, a slender succulent body of black satin skin gleaming brightly in the torchlight, her abundant proud breasts standing boldly out from her chest, her puffy blackberry nipples pointing lewdly skyward. She was all sinuousness ... all woman ... curved and molded to be touched and loved by fingers and lips and cocks. The gaping pink slash of her pubic vee seemed to be tantalizingly incomplete without a prick in it, feeding the hunger it implied with its perfect feminine beauty.
Penny was amazed at the difference between her own body and that of the young African girl. She knew that she was exquisite herself,, young, nubile, with big breasts just heavy enough to sag in an exciting slope of softness, and that she was uniformly rounded and tempting to any man with eager hands. God knows, she had learned that much and more the past two days. But now she was starting to realize why attractively built women, with lovely but different bodies, made men wild in varying ways. It would be a revelation, she mused as rationally as she could at the moment, to see if the King had different tastes ... if he would choose her or his youngest wife as his next partner.
Penny also noted the now-freed Portuguese girl who was also standing shamelessly naked in front of the approving eyes of the houseboy and the King. The young girl was about the same height as Penny but appeared slightly shorter, more willowy, with slender almost boyish hips and nipples as dark and smooth as polished walnut atop her conical milk-white breasts. Beside her, Ojike the houseboy stood, his own rapidly lifting penis even bigger than the King's.
Then, Danielle reached for the fourteen-inch wooden dildo she had placed on the bed.
"No! Give it to Penny!" the King commanded. "If she is to be my next wife, she must learn to do that which pleases me!"
"But, Master, I " Danielle began, her jealousy as the thought of being displaced by the blue-eyed American girl coming to the surface.
"Silence!" he stopped her, the anger in his voice startling the others.
As for Penny, she was blushing as much from the confusion as from the stimulating pitchi. She knew at once that this was unheard of ... to scornfully abuse a ranking wife in the presence of others. And, to top it off, the King was actually stripping the gorgeous raven-haired woman of her honor, her role, by ordering her to turn over the "scepter" of her authority to Penny ... a mere captive!
The King moved closer to Penny then, his huge cock jerking higher from the sadistic pleasure of knowing he held the literal power of life itself over this wonderful display of different bodies. It was affecting the treacherous houseboy, Ojike, the same way and his prick was showing it.
"On the bed again, Portuguese pig!" the King bellowed. "The dance is not yet over!"
"Oh, please, Master ... no more!" the poor girl whimpered.
"Shut your pig-sucking mouth!" the fat King spat. Then, "Penny, I think you understand what you are to do!"
Penny's mouth gaped open in astonishment. She was being forced to assist in the slave girl's mean humiliation. The very idea made her sick, but she feared what Jabavu might do if she failed to follow his orders ... God, it could just as easily be herself awaiting the Arab slaver! The girl moved forward and crawled to the center of the bed on her hands and knees. In the meantime, Danielle stepped closer and sat on the end of the elegant pleasure berth, her eyes alight with anticipation and wonder. She now knew that something "special" for her was being planned in her husband's lewdly inventive mind. He never failed. And, even though she was not strictly speaking a lesbian, she was mature enough to know that another woman's body ... if it was as interesting as her own ... could give her gratification nearly as much as a man's. What she liked most, though, was the arousal her performances with other women caused in her obese lord-and-master.
Penny, too, was experiencing an unanticipated change in attitude--knowing that in moments she would be allowed to vent her smoldering need to strike back on the kneeling Portuguese teenager. Even though she knew the poor girl was herself a prisoner, she felt no overpowering sympathy. Indeed, punishing the young slave-to-be for being guilty of nothing but innocence triggered Penny's own clitoris into seeping, thrilling erection!
King Jabavu had long since lost his last measure of sensitivity to the feelings of other human beings, and wanted nothing now but to start the action going. "Start NOW!" he instructed Penny.
No further encouragement was necessary. Penny crouched down behind the girl on the bed and grasped the delicious, smooth flanks in front of her, just as the King's favorite wife had done to her, slowly inching the obscenely greased ebony dildo toward the vulnerable pink lips of the girl's pussy.
"Shove it in!" the fat King cried.
"Fuck her with it!" Ojike seconded.
The girl screamed loudly as the cruel shaft entered her unprepared vagina, pressing in her cuntal flanges with it as it drove deeper. Her beautiful body was stiff with agony and she saw with stunned horror that the two black men were almost frothing at the mouth as they watched. Her full ripe breasts quivered nakedly below her as the wickedly curved dildo jackknifed in and out. She tried to rise, to escape, but fell back limply into the position demanded of her. She knew the King would not tolerate resistance and would only make it harder on her if she showed any.
Then came the first of a series of unprompted slaps on the girl's trembling buttocks. Penny, now hopelessly aroused herself, had become sadistically excited by the welts left by Ojike's whip.
Moved by the lusty scene before him, the lewd houseboy seized his thickly distended cock and moved forward with the intention of pushing Danielle aside and ramming it into the girl's mouth. The King caught his arm, restraining him, chuckling strangely as he leaned close to the skinny man and whispered something in his ear. Ojike's look of disappointment gradually changed to an expression of wicked glee, his head nodding a vigorous approval of what the King had said.
Abruptly, the King, his voice thickened with lust, reached down to grab a fistful of the girl's silken hair and bellowed, "Eat Danielle's pussy, you white slug!" He forced her pretty head brutally toward his beautiful Mgoro wife's open crotch. "Suck it, daughter of a leprous jackal!"
"Oh, Master, I'm begging you ... don't make me. The girl pleaded futily, her words painfully punctuated by Penny's expert handling of the instrument crammed in her pussy.
Penny's own excitement was increasing rapidly as she saw that the wooden cock was growing wet and beginning to glisten as it tortured deeper into the girl's resisting flesh.
"Suck her pussy, wife of a maggot!"
Danielle herself needed no persuasion as she opened her slender black thighs wider, leaning back slightly to place her hands behind her on the bed for better support. She felt the Portuguese girl's hot breath on her pubic mound as she eased forward against her will. The rest of the group including Penny were equally crazed with sexual frenzy at the sight of the girl's pointless humiliation.
Danielle's breath caught in her throat as the girl began to plant tearful wet kisses on her ebony thighs, and then on the wedge of scarlet flesh between them. She knew that the girl had to make it good to please her husband and was prepared to take advantage of it. She spread her legs even wider apart then, a wonderful shudder of delight coursing down her spine at the first touch of the girl's soft pink tongue on the quivering velvet lips of her pussy. Then, with a particularly vicious shove, Penny drove the poor girl forward with the hard greasy dildo, forcing her pretty frightened face down solidly into the kinky black forest gleaming wetly before her.
The ravished captive squirmed down on her elbows and knees as she placed her palms on the smooth rounded undersides of the Mgoro girl's splayed, slightly elevated thighs, and began to lick and suck voraciously at Danielle's succulent coralline slit. And then, miraculously, she once again began to feel the same pitchi-induced masochistic thrill that had taken possession of her just moments before.
Danielle was beginning to pitch and writhe as she watched the Portuguese beauty's lush pink mouth working feverishly between her legs, her lust-coated tongue spiraling out to dig into the trembling hair lined vulvae and then dart upwards a little to massage the African wife's pulsating clitoris. Danielle reached down with one hand to grasp her by the hair, grinding her heavily secreting sex against the assaulting face, leaning back and lifting her legs all the way off the bed.
Her pussy was a mass of delectable wet sensitivity, growing more and more intense with each passing second, building up to a pin-point pitch of needle-sharp feeling that seemed about to explode into one gigantic burst of climax. But no, not yet! It was too soon, too soon, and she struggled to delay the delicious climax that would cheat her from getting more ... milking all she could from the girl's fantastic sucking of her cunt.
Ojike and the King had moved closer in, each of them now crouching on the edge of the spacious bed as they leeringly watched the beautiful senhorita feasting on Danielle's open pussy while the American girl used the crippling fourteen-inch dildo to churn her viscid, quivering vagina into a virtual froth.
The African King was also losing control of his senses, watching the helpless girl he had just sold into slavery getting it and giving it, her buttocks shaking and her tongue flicking out to lick Danielle's musky red cunt. His huge, black cock was harder than granite, jutting out from his bloated loins like a third leg, and he moved forward to Penny, holding his bulging prick with both hands as he wiped the semen oozing from its distended glans hole on the young girl's cheek. She did not flinch or show any objection. and even darted out her own pink tongue to taste all she could of the shiny liquid smeared in a tiny blotch on her face.
"Ah, so you like the taste of African milk!" he grinned lewdly.
"Yes, please, I want more ... I want to be fucked ... cum in me," she groaned, pushing the monstrous wooden dildo further into the Portuguese girl's belly to show that she meant it. "I want my turn!" Her eyes were full of pleading and she thought she would scream if she did not get her wish right away.
"You'll get your turn, I assure you," the King laughed as he grinned at Ojike.
Danielle was bucking deliriously, ravenous for all she could get of the slave girl's hot wiping tongue. She lay fully on her back, arching it as she reached down with her hands to grasp the lips of her ravaged vagina and pull them wide apart with her fingers. Her cunt was completely naked and flushed a deep scarlet with her mounting excitement.
"Ojike, you Mgoro pimp," the King ordered teasingly, "why don't you try your former memsab on for size!"
The wicked houseboy complied immediately by fondling his former mistress silken white buttocks.
"She looks like a virgin in that tight little ass-hole," the King suggested vicariously.
"Oh, Jesus, not that!" Penny protested to the traitorous African caressing her naked buttocks. She was stormy with lust, the pitchi inflaming every inch of her body. But, God, she wanted the houseboy's cock in her pussy, not her ass-hole!
"Come on, missy ... you will like," Ojike rasped evilly as he clenched the soft splendid orbs and parted them to view the little nether ring of her anus. Penny was prepared for almost anything ... but this. She squeezed her legs and buttocks tightly together in reaction to the terrible thought. Doug had touched her here and it had been painful. Ojike would kill her if he tried to fuck her in the ass!
Through the confusion rumbling in her mind, Penny felt her houseboy's bony black hands parting her ass-cheeks wider and the cool air rushed into the soft interior between her legs.
"I must get her ready," Ojike laughed. "She's too tight to take it without some stretching."
The young American wife could feel the tip of his finger probing at the entrance to her naked rectal passage and she clenched the puckered tiny anal lips tightly in a desperate effort to prevent the inhuman penetration she knew was coming. He probed for a moment on the outer edges of the small elastic circle and then shoved forward with a grin, sinking the finger with a jerk up to the first knuckle.
Penny jumped from the anticipated pain, almost losing her grip on the firmly planted dildo in the Portuguese girl's cunt. The hurt wasn't quite as great as she had thought it would be. She was already aroused, her hot pussy dripping wet, and she could feel the, man's other hand dropping down to lubricate two fingers in her lust-sodden cavern. She relaxed slightly until suddenly she felt his first finger pop out, replacing it with both of the slippery fingers he had dipped in her cunt. It hurt this time and she leapt forward on her knees to escape the pain, jamming the dildo into the kneeling girl all the way to the hilt as she did so, causing her mouth to jam down extra hard on Danielle's angrily inflamed scarlet slit.
As quickly as Ojike had, sunk his fingers into Penny's ass-hole, he pulled them out again, then knelt down lower to put his face between the young Peace Corps worker's luscious young buttocks, licking wetly and eagerly at the crevice between them, moistening the tiny hole in preparation for the still greater entry to come.
"Raise your ass higher for him," the King instructed.
When she did not respond immediately, hesitating as she wondered how she could possibly operate the dildo and simultaneously withstand the horrible thing about to happen, Ojike grabbed her hips and jerked her up cruelly until her ass was waving high in the air in lewd invitation. Her puckered little anus throbbed helplessly, the last place left that had not been abused since she had begun her strange captivity in the Djambulu village.
The houseboy's fingers dug painfully into the tender white flash of Penny's hips, holding them steady as she felt his impossibly long penis impress itself in the moist naked split of her behind. She gasped in surprise at the shocking contact. It felt even thicker than it looked. She could never take that in her rectum without it ripping her belly.
Expecting her to struggle, Ojike held her firmly until he was satisfied that she would accept him. Then he began to move his hands closer, again prying wide her full globes with his thumbs. She felt a probing between the thumbs that was soft and rubbery at first and then grew into a hard unresisting bluntness.
"N-Nooooo, pleaseeeee, noooooh!" she screeched as she felt the tight resisting ring of her ass-hole give way before the unyielding pressure, the cock-tip popping inside with a slight jerk.
Penny continued to groan, but the sounds echoed through the room unheeded. There was no one in the world who could help her at that moment all that existed was the excruciating torture in her ass-hole ... the cruel fingers gripping her flanks so hard that she thought they would break the flesh. There was no escape, just as before, no way to back out of the depraved attack on her helpless body.
Then blunt intrusion of Ojike's thick cock seemed to fill every fiber of her being, pushing the soft rubbery flesh of her widely-stretched anal passage on great waves of pain before it, filling her backside ceaselessly as though she were being impaled on the trunk of a giant oak tree by the barbarians of another age. She grunted in submission, her eyes opened wide in torment until suddenly she felt the coarse hair of his loins smack heavily into the soft flesh of her buttocks. She groaned again, louder this time, hung on the end of the stone-hard cock like a suckling pig on a big roasting spit.
Danielle, at the other end of the bed, was on the brink of orgasm, torrents of passion about to flood loose and finally out of her. The tender lips of the Portuguese girl on her cunt were soft and smooth and worked fast and then slowly, teasing her swollen clitoris. "Oh, oh, it's here, it's here!" she screamed. "I'm cummming ... AAAuuurrrggghhh!"
The King was beaming, obviously pleased, as he watched the slender black woman in the throes of orgasm, flailing her body about so wildly that the young slave girl could hardly keep her lush mouth fastened to the pussy she was sucking and licking so expertly. King Jabavu was still holding his massive black cock with both hands, one above the other, and yet there was still an awesome portion of it jutting up, untouched, above his black hands. This was one of his masterpieces, one of his finest orgies. He had four people in a row on the bed and it was no wonder that his tremendous prick was throbbing,, and oozing an almost steady flow of clear sticky semen from the tip. Suddenly, he wanted to get into the action himself!
He watched Danielle give a final thrust of her loins, knocking back the slave girl's head a few inches, and chuckled to himself when his exhausted young wife rolled away to escape any more sensation for the moment.
Ojike was muttering obscenities behind Penny, gasping with sadistic pleasure as he began to saw rhythmically and without mercy deep into the soft depths of her back passage, bringing sobs of pain and yet weird pleasure from her tortured lips. She had never felt so spoiled and debauched in her life and her whole behind felt wet and used as her houseboy levered up on his knees and began to lunge the full length of his lust-purpled cock into her with long smooth strokes. It pulled tiny ridges of her pink, clasping flesh out with the base of his prick as it withdrew for another vicious lunge inside.
The Portuguese girl was helplessly caught in the kneeling position, painfully bent again like an errant slave while the King watched. Her perfect white body jerked and quivered, and her legs, a bit more relaxed now that the last of her resistance was broken, periodically convulsed as an extra hard thrust from Penny seared into her tortured sex. The King could also hear Penny's heartfelt mewlings mingling with hers, filling the room around them. Penny hated herself and her body for the delight it was giving her houseboy, even though there was nothing she could do about it.
"Tell me how tight she is," the King demanded. "The white memsab is as tight as a drum," Ojike responded breathlessly.
Penny loathed herself for permitting the indecent sodomizing of her behind, for allowing it to go on unable to think of some way to stop it ... allowing the pain to change to pleasure. That she was beginning to enjoy it humiliated her even more. She was kneeling in total submission before a common African servant-- ... permitting him to slam his long black penis up her rectum ... her ass-hole!
And then, she began to move backward to meet the forward thrust of his cock, undulating her body and moving her firm buttocks in little rotating cir des, clasping her anus around the penis as much as she could on the out-stroke. Behind her, he looked down and watched the reddish-pink skin of the tiny hairless hole draw back with his jerking cock and felt the sudden voluntary, movements of her firm young ass-cheeks in front of him. He groaned again and again and surged into her with fresh power he knew she was his to use as he pleased now. He would give it to her now as she had never had it before! And she would love it hell, she was loving it!
He saw the arching hollows of her back as she, worked and ground back into him like a female demon, her long silken brown hair falling over her face like a veil, and onto the Portuguese girl's sweet buttocks. He could see Penny's skin flushing hot pink from the intensity of her effort, her eyes wide in unseeing rapture in her eager quest for fulfillment. She humped and churned her body beneath him, encouraging and pleading with the motions of her buttocks for him to end it and fill her tortured ass-hole with the raging hot sperm of his orgasm.
Sensing this frantic need, he began to ram into the American bride with his own need, hard and deep, battering her quivering buttocks with his fleshy pelvis. He gripped the tops of her thighs with his fingers, squeezing with all his strength to pull her back over his savagely pulsing cock, as though slipping a sleeve over the arm of a pygmy warrior. His eyes bulged wide at the spectacle of her delicious young body bucking before him, and the sadistic desire to hurt her rippled through him as he plowed forward with a mighty lunge that sent his cock soaring up her tiny, wide stretched ass-hole like an angry fist.
"AAAuuurrrggghhh!" she groaned pitifully. But she was his, and this was no time for mercy. He rammed again, deeper this time, and drew another agonizing scream for his efforts.
With her last scream, Penny could feel even in her agony that the cock was swelling, expanding, until she thought it would never stop until it exploded in her quivering white belly. It was killing her, stretching the fragile muscles of her rectum beyond all human endurance and now her sense of pleasure was switching back to agony, then back again ... to pleasure ... There was no sense in it, no human logic, and she was finding it harder to keep her grasp on the greasy dildo she was fucking into the lust-dazed Portuguese girl. .
"Oh, please, cum! ... Cum in my ass!" Penny groaned in pain and masochistic pleasure as she fucked back ruthlessly against the scrawny black man behind her.
Ojike sputtered incoherently and shoved into his former mistress with a mighty thrust that almost tore through the walls of her stomach, driving her forward so cruelly that she lost her hold on the dildo and it slipped onto the bed.
"Oh, hurry! For the love of God, please hurry! Put it back in my cunt, now!" The Portuguese girl gasped as she wormed backwards, waving her buttocks in front of the American girl and searching for the pleasure-producing oiled cock. Quickly, Penny was able to grasp it again ... and plunge in the whole slimy length of it between the grasping lips of the girl's hot pink vagina. The slave girl moaned thankfully and immediately fucked back on it harder than ever.
The moans of the two skewered women mixed with Ojike's animal grunts to form a lewd cacophony of lust as the King watched, sliding both hands up and down his thick, glistening black cock.
Penny could feel herself splitting open from the power and pressure of the big cock fucking all the way up her sensitive behind ... and she was loving it ... even shouting back shameless encouragement to her inky-cocked houseboy.
Her tightly clenched rectum held him vise-like and she could feel the prick in her jerk and fill with scorching cum as Ojike let out a long groan and gave one last tremendous buttocks-flattening ram into the back of Penny's lifted ass, raising her off the bed and forward over the Portuguese girl's naked back.
Ojike groaned deeply as his sperm began to squirt into Penny's ass-hole, filling her, flooding her stretching her wider as the sticky white seed began to flow out around his deflating cock. Then, Penny gasped out her regret as she felt the softening penis slip out from her flooded buttocks with a moist slurping sound.
The Portuguese girl, too, was rapidly approaching orgasm, and could not even sense that Ojike had slipped out of Penny and over on his side. Nor was she aware of Danielle eyeing her breasts. It was all Penny could manage to keep the slick dildo in her hands. as the girl writhed, and fucked back towards her, swallowing up all she could get in her creamy pussy.
"AAAUUURRRGGGHHH!" the girl exploded, arching backwards, lifting her upper body and sitting back fully on the pumping wooden shaft. "Ohh Yesss!"
The King and Penny watched the obscene display of orgasm, envious that they had not yet been brought to completion themselves. The pitchi was still coursing rampant through their veins, keeping them primed for what was still to come. Then, the King was standing next to her.
"Are you ready now, Penny?" he asked, lewdness flashing in his eyes.
"Yes, please, I want it! ... Put it in me!" Penny panted, realizing as she did so that she meant every word that she said, that only his huge live penis could fill her throbbing vaginal split and give her the release she desperately needed. She wanted nothing but cock, sperm-filled balls slapping down against her still sperm-oozing anus, and pride did not matter as much as her screaming desire.
"What do you want in you, future wife? ... You must tell me exactly what it is that you want!"
"Your penis! Your big cock! Oh, please put it in me ...
Quickly, she rolled over on her back and pushed the ravished Portuguese girl to one side. Penny lay there with her legs spread apart and back as she pointed to her naked pink cunt and spread the hungry, hair-lined lips just as Danielle had, aching to be used.
The King gave her his lusty smile and slowly dropped to his knees on the edge of the mammoth bed, crawling at last like the others as he moved forward to position himself over the girl. Suddenly the grin on his face changed to a primitive look of ugly raw lust and he fell between her thighs, crushing her stomach and pushing her delicious ivory breast flat under his chest. He thrust his hips forward and planted his long, thick rod at the rear of her cunt, making her shout and then sigh with relief as he filled her, then emptied her, stroking in and out of the voracious pussy as though this were its first time.
His dark fingers clawed into her luscious breasts as he screwed faster, sinking himself into her farther with every powerful stroke. He slithered his hands down to her sides, then, and worked them under her humping ass-cheeks to take full command of her movements. She was taking everything, all of it, and knew now that the King's massive penis seemed even larger and more satisfying than the dildo had been. Its rigid ebony hugeness was the real thing, the impossible dream, and she found herself wanting to suck it, even though it was still crammed to its hilt in her guts.
"Don't stop! ... EVER!" Penny whined in excitement, afraid that for some unknown reason he might decide to stop and not give her the rest of the fucking she had to have. To spur him on, to make certain, she leaned back her lovely head enough to find his lips, running out her hot tongue into his mouth, jerking and humping under the crushing fat African's weight like the whore she felt she was now. A whore, a whore, a hot-assed little whore! she chanted over and over to herself as she met his thrusts with all the force he was giving her.
She was giving the King the fuck of his life, writhing her whole body from side to side, then cranking all her young muscles to pitch up and smash her groin into his. The entire bed shook and everyone's ears were filled with the lewd hammering staccato sound of King Jabavu's great driving prick. She reached up to grasp his fleshy face in her hands, spreading her satin thighs ever wider and scissoring them around the black regent's waist, the soles of her feet quivering helplessly towards the ceiling.
They fucked, grunting and clawing for what seemed hours to the young American girl. The King could feel the start of a rising intensity churning deep inside his huge coconut balls. The nucleus of feeling was growing almost painfully, growing to a thundering, ripping immensity, and he, even he, was astounded by the fact that his ballooning cock felt so wonderful in the hot young Peace Corps worker's belly. After all, he had fucked everything in the village the best girls, the most experienced, but nothing quit so great as this!
Their bodies, black on white, crashed together, thrilling the on looking people on the bed. They knew, especially Danielle, that her husband was going to fire his flaming seed into Penny within seconds.
And then it happened!
The King's full testicle sacs twitched, every ridge and vein on the angry black cock pulsing, the blood filling it to the point of bursting. Danielle and the others watched stupefied as the King drove fully into the young American bride, spreading her cunt lips thinly with the thick base of his inky penis, flexing it in her as his orgasm seemed to bring on her own.
Penny squeezed her tortured young pussy tightly in sexual ecstasy, shivering and whimpering her joy as she felt Jabavu's cum gushing wildly into her, loading her up just as Ojike had her ass-hole, but more, much more, until she was certain that soon the sticky white liquid would well up in her stomach and finally come flowing out of her open, panting mouth.
"AAAaaaUUUUrrrGGGhhh!" she shrieked when she could no longer contain herself, her beautiful limbs quivering as she felt the boiling outpouring of his cum lessening to a spurting thin stream and then finally dying altogether ... The electric sensations of fulfillment rippled through every bone and muscle of her body, draining her as well.
It was all over now and they fell limp, the King's walrus-sized black body covering hers as they lay puffing and filling their lungs with much-needed air. Sweet Jesus, she thought as he rolled off her, what's to become of me now?
As if in response to her silent query, the King drew a heavy breath of air and cleared his throat to speak. "Well, Penny," he began in a voice still choked with lust, "what have you decided ... are you ready to become my wife?"
Penny's very soul went cold as she realized just how much she wanted to say, yes. She loved Doug, but she loved sex, too!
"Penny?" he persisted.
"I-I don't know," she confessed honestly.
The King's patience was exhausted. "All right, my pretty," he gasped coldly, "the choice is still yours ... You have seen what marriage to me would be like ... Now, perhaps, you should find out what life will be like if you make the only other choice available to you!"
Penny's pretty freckled face pinched in puzzlement. What choice? What does he mean by ... oh, my God ... THE ARAB SLAVER!
* * *
The last red fingers of dusk brightened the tops of a stand of palm trees at the western edge of the village as the pitifully undermanned rescue party strangled the final breath of life from the dozing lookout on the hill that rose to the north. The last face the Djambulu warrior saw on earth was that of a crazy white man with bulging angry eyes. The last words he heard were, "Where's my wife, nigger!" He just had time to nod in the direction of the largest hut in the village when the steely fingers found his throat . ...
CHAPTER TEN
"No!" the Major insisted with a tone of authority that surprised even himself. "We will not go in now, monsieur Glasser!"
"But, Major, if we wait."
"If we wait for the hour past darkness, we will catch them at supper. We might, monsieur Glasser, even avoid the suicide that would be most surely our fate is we charged down there right now!"
Doug had to admit that the Major was making sense. Besides, he could already see wisps of smoke from several cooking fires filtering through the conical tops of the huts. "Okay, Major," he said. "We'll play it your way."
"Trees bien, monsieur Glasser! It will at least give us a fighting chance."
In truth, they had a very good chance of pulling it off. The Djambulu had never before been attacked in their own village, and it was that precedent which was responsible for the haphazard security around their camp. It was why they had caught the sentry off guard ... and why, Doug hoped, the Djambulu hadn't placed any more than the four armed guards around whichever hut Penny happened to be in.
Doug borrowed the Major's field glasses just to make sure, focusing them on the entrance to the big hut.
"How does it look, monsieur Glasser?"
Doug managed a feeble smile. "I see only two guards ... and they seem to be yukking it up pretty good with a couple of Djambulu girls."
"Good, they shall be easy enough to take out. What about the others?"
Doug made a quick, sweeping scan of the compound. "Not too many people on the street, Major ... a few kids playing with a hula hoop and some old men drinking beer."
"You think maybe we should provide some, uh, diversion, monsieur."
"Yep, I think the flamethrower should do quite nicely; those front huts'll go up like matchsticks." M'Bonu's heart quieted somewhat. Maybe the crazy American's plan was just unlikely enough to work. "Are there any vehicles around, monsieur Glasser?"
Doug scanned the adjoining fields. "Just a couple of old rusty truck hulks out back in the peanut patch wait! There's something coming through the bush at the far end of the street!"
"What, monsieur Glasser?"
"I'm not sure. It looks like one of those French Land Rovers with the front end that looks like a Renault."
The worried Major swallowed dryly. This could mean trouble. Big trouble. "Who is driving it, monsieur Glasser?"
"I can't tell yet; it's too fuckin dark. No, wait. He fiddled with the control aperture on the binoculars. "Yes, there ... now I can see them!"
"Who, monsieur Glasser?"
"It looks like a couple of Arabs!"
* * *
"Hello, my friend, Mahguib," the fat King said. "It's good to see you again!" He studied the short swarthy Arab for a long moment before emitting a silent shudder. In truth, he really liked the young American girl, Penny Glasser, and hoped that she would make the right decision when the time came. Still, if it did happen that he had to sell her, he was certain she would command a good price.
Since the French had pulled out of North Africa, the demand for young white girls to fill the Arab harems and brothels was virtually unlimited. They were bringing up to twenty-five hundred dollars each particularly the young fresh ones like Penny. Mahguib like the innocent ones and was willing to pay well for them. He would get his personal pound of flesh in Nouakchott, then ship them off to the interior for the Arab market. The Arab's perverted sadism should be no concern of his.
Mahguib, his expressionless eyes, as always, buried behind a pair of mirror-finish sunglasses, allowed his perpetual frown to relax somewhat, in what for him, passed as a smile. "Hello, my dear King," he rasped. "Is my package ready for delivery?"
The King eyed the short squat Arab critically, then let his gaze shift to the man's lumbering bodyguard, Gamal, who stood in stony silence just inside the entrance of the "palace". Both men were wearing western-style white suits that were badly creased from their long, exhausting trip through the jungle. Gamal, unlike his employer, did not bother with sunglasses to conceal his emotions; the huge Arab bodyguard exuded power even in his deceptive parade rest stance. "I think I have something that might interest you, my friend Mahguib," the King sighed finally. Then, "Ojike, bring our friend, Mahguib, a chair to sit on while we discuss business."
Mahguib's eyes lit up behind his glasses at the mention that the King had something "special" for him. He knew Jabavu well enough by now to know that the Djambulu King, unlike most who had something to sell him, did not exaggerate; if he was enthusiastic about something, it was worth listening to. "Forget the chair," he protested. "Let us discuss this little bird of which you speak!"
The King smiled teasingly. "Such enthusiasm, my friend Mahguib. Did you not enjoy the little French package I provided you with last month?"
"Ah, yes! I liked her very much, but a month with the same girl is too long. You know they tire so quickly when left in my care. A pity, too, just when I have them trained well to appreciate my little playful sessions, they seem to lose their fire."
"I suppose you have passed her on to your associates, as usual?"
"Yes, she went rather reluctantly, but I. am a businessman and cannot let my investments sit too long without making a return on them ... I have some excellent movies made of her that will go well on the American market."
The King grinned broadly. Tell me, Mahguib ... would you be interested in making an additional purchase?"
"Perhaps, ... my dear King. But, you know of course, that I do not carry such money with me when I travel in this damnable jungle."
"Yes, I understand, my friend. Why do you not look her over anyway? Perhaps on your next visit."
"Tell me about her then," the Arab brightened. "When I see so much enthusiasm in your eyes, I know it must be something special!"
"First, my friend, you know I provide only the best, yes?"
"Indeed, my dear King ... but I have had problems with some of them," he added the last quickly, sensing that the bargaining was beginning. "You know, they are young and so unworldly, I must often do much training to prepare them for my clients."
"Mahguib, you desert pimp," the King laughed, "you know very well that is why you are in this business; so you can sample these tender packages before you pass them on to your friends."
"My dear King," the Arab objected, raising his hands, "it is not for I, Mahguib, that I do these things. I must do them to make certain my reputation as a businessman is respected. My clients are the wealthiest in Mauritania, and I dare not send them, packages that I myself have not trained to perfection."
"Yes, my friend, but do you not fear that you will train them until they lose their fire?"
Mahguib shuffled nervously before the King's throne. "There are ways of restoring lost fire," he said. "Your pitchi is one ... the lash is another." He managed a feeble smile. "Let us stop this depressing bickering. You know I am a sincere man and an honest one. I am in a very competitive business and profits have not been good for the last several years. Do not take advantage of my helpless position, I implore you."
The King smiled sympathetically. These Arabs are all the same, he mused. They never grow away from the rug-sellers mentality. It didn't matter if they were dealing with one franc or a million, their approach was always the same business was bad and the price too high. But, because you are a friend, they will sacrifice and give you half the price you ask, even though it will drive them to bankruptcy!
The King knew enough then to ask exactly double the price he expected to get if they were to eventually arrive at that figure.
"Mahguib," the King said at last, "this package is American."
There was a moment's silence as the pudgy Arab slaver let the thought sink into his mind. "I would like to see this package," he said, wetting his lips.
Penny fretted nervously as she sat on the edge of the bed which had been moved to the adjoining room in anticipation of the Arab's arrival. She could hear every word of the conversation taking place between Mahguib and King Jabavu, and the very thought of them discussing her as if she were a side of beef caused her to sicken in fear. Dear God, she prayed silently, let me die ... please, let me. "On your feet, American pig! I have a buyer who wants to look you over!"
* * *
"What the hell are Arabs doing in Djambulu country, Major?"
M'Bonu shrugged noncommittally. "I cannot say for certain, monsieur Glasser, but my guess is that they are providing the Djambulu with the Russian made rifles and sub-machine guns that have been turning up lately."
Doug's face pinched in concern. The Major's suspicions sounded all too plausible. Worse, it could mean extra guns to contend with if there happened to be samples in the back of the truck. "What do you think, Major?" he queried.
The Major's thoughts were running along the same track. "I think it would be foolish to attack now," he said. "I think the Arabs will be leaving soon, or they wouldn't have parked their vehicle right in front of the door."
Doug swallowed tightly and studied the thin line of Senegalese troops fanned out belly down along the crest of the hill. Christ, it was a pathetic-looking outfit. He looked at his watch. It was six-fifteen and just now dark. "Let's give them till seven-thirty, eight at the latest," he suggested.
The Major nodded reluctantly. He was willing to wait all night if necessary. "Yes, Eight, I think, monsieur Glasser," he agreed.
It was settled.
They would wait.
* * *
Penny dropped the blue raffia robe from her trim well-tapered body on the command of this short dark Arab standing in front of her. His name, she learned, was Mahguib, and he controlled with an iron hand the sale of all the fresh young European women that passed through this part of West Africa. What she did not know was that his own government did not forbid his trade completely as they knew the tribal chieftains who now supported the government would take a dim view of their supply of white girls being cut off. They did require that he do it more discreetly than it had been done when the French were there. After all, this was one of the new socialist societies and must protect their world image as such in the United Nations and before the world press. One never knew when an Interpol agent might penetrate the mother organization and blow the whistle. If this happened, then the Socialist State needed a scapegoat and Mahguib knew very well who that scapegoat would be. A firing squad was the only acceptable penalty for disgracing the state and he did not have the slightest inclination for ending his term here on earth in that brutal manner. None of this was any help to Penny.
"Now turn for Mahguib, Penny," the King coaxed threateningly. "Show him what you have to offer his clients!"
Penny followed the African Monarch's commands as obediently as a well-trained show bitch. She had learned enough already to know that even the slightest resistance would not be tolerated. She looked down at the Arab slaver studying her. Instinctively, she knew she must please the sickening little man, and with a sudden unprompted movement of her hands she brought them up under her breasts, cupping them into twin rounded peaks of firm white flesh.
Mahguib choked back a gasp and his eyes widened behind his mirror-finish glasses to take in the milky-whiteness of Penny's succulent blue-veined, pink-nippled breasts. His penis began pulsing strongly, visibly beneath the trousers of his white suit. Then, Penny felt her stomach muscles tighten into a knot and she thought she would surely faint when she saw the Arab slaver lift his pudgy fingers to the tips of her breasts.
"Why don't you taste them, Mahguib?" the King suggested lewdly.
To her utter horror, Penny saw Mahguib's glistening baldhead dip, his mouth go for her nipple. Oh dear God, she sickened, there wasn't a thing she could do but stand there and hold her naked breasts while the obscene slaver slobbered and sucked her strawberry-size nipples into quivering, glistening stiffness!
"My Arab friend, this fresh young American girl is almost a virgin. She is worth at least ten thousand dollars. Come take a look at her ass."
The King led the squat Mauritanian behind the still stiffly standing girl. "Now, Penny, bend forward and let Mahguib explore the petals of your rose!"
The frightened young wife bent over, spreading her legs about two feet apart on the floor. She could hear a slight gasp of approval from behind her as the Arab bent to look up between her slightly spread legs like some perverted meat inspector.
"Now reach behind and open it for him! Let Mahguib feel how tight you are."
Obediently, Penny reached back with both hands and spread the lips of her vagina slowly and tantalizingly apart. The moist pink flesh of her tiny narrow slit became visible slowly as she gently parted the soft dark pubic hair covering the plane between her legs.
"Go ahead and touch her, you Moslem whoremonger," the fat King laughed. "She is not pork to soil your fingers!"
The swarthy slaver was actually trembling with excitement as he reached forward and slipped a single sausage-like finger into her moist pink sex, then slowly withdrew it, the viscid flesh of her interior clinging to it like a coat of paint on the out-stroke. She was tight, very tight.
"Well, my friend, what do you think of my little American package?"
Beads of sweat popped out on Mahguib's upper lips as he reclaimed his thick middle finger. "I would like to try her," he rasped.
"Certainly, my friend," the King laughed lewdly, his jellyish paunch rolling with the effort. "Do whatever you wish ... we will leave you alone with her." He turned toward the door.
"Wait!"
The King stopped and turned to face Mahguib. "Yes, my friend?"
"Tell Gamal to wait outside the door ... In case I need him."
The King winked his understanding. "As you wish, my friend, as you wish."
Penny stood silently for a long time after the King had left the room, shifting nervously by the side of the bed, waiting for the ugly Arab to make the next move. The pitchi had worn off completely and she was totally on her own and at the mercy of a filthy Mauritanian Arab who made his living peddling the flesh of helpless women. Oh, God in heaven, it was horrible ... horrible!
The Arab circled her, then came to a full stop in front of her. She knew the time had come again, and the only escape was to get it over with as quickly and unpleasantly as possible.
She smiled.
"Do you speak Arabic?" Mahguib queried.
Penny didn't respond.
"French?"
"Qui, monsieur, je parle francais."
"Tres bien. We understand each other, no?"
There was more to the Arab's question than the implications of speaking a common language. Penny nodded gravely. "Yes, monsieur ... we understand each other."
Mahguib stood motionless for a long moment, drinking in the loveliness of Jabavu's latest catch. She was incredibly beautiful, and the soft, diffused lighting of the torches made her even more so. He couldn't take his eyes off her delicious, young body, still ripe and firm with youth, her skin soft and smooth, her delectable breasts firm and proud, standing like two ripe melons, her pink nipples still shiny and swollen with his saliva. No need for any padded bra in her case-there was more than enough without any man-made help, and they bulged tantalizingly before him, juicy soft mounds awaiting his touch. Her smooth, flat belly and firm body tapered gently to her tiny waist, then flared again perfectly in just-right hips. He gasped at the sight of the sparse pubic wedge at the junction of Penny's firm, smooth thighs. A fantastic piece, this, he mused. She will bring a good price at market.
Penny watched, expressionless, as he fumbled with the buttons on his jacket, then finally got it off, followed by his soiled white shirt, then his pants. He balanced precariously on one leg, trying futilely to get his foot out of his pants cuff. Only after bracing himself against the head of the bed was he able to manage it.
His stubby cock protruded slightly from the gaping opening in his undershorts. It couldn't have been more than two inches long, and it hung there foolishly, a wrinkled growth of sagging flesh.
Penny nearly laughed from nervous tension when she caught a glimpse of his penis, or lack of it. But again she knew it would be a mistake to make the Arab slaver mad.
Mahguib rubbed, his shriveled penis gently between his thumb and forefingers, stretching it out into the open, as if maybe that would make it grow longer. And then suddenly, as if awakened from a long sleep, it began to come to life. Slowly it swelled, not in quick virile jerks like a younger man's might have, but in a sluggish, steady swell, until it reached its full length not particularly long, but almost as big around as from base to tip. Penny stared at his hairy loins in dumfounded amazement, she'd seen it but she didn't believe it. His cock was a short, squat stump ... like the man himself!
But the Arab, his nakedness all the more ridiculous with the silverish sunglasses masking half his swarthy, pockmarked face, only grinned. He knew what she was thinking; That his cock couldn't be much of a threat that his stubby little shaft couldn't begin to satisfy any woman. But he laughed to himself, thinking of where his throbbing prick would be in a few quick moments. He knew only too well that it had a lot of growing to do yet ... that it might not be the biggest by any means, but that it had a long way to go yet.
Slowly, it continued to harden, throbbing painfully as the uncircumcised shaft grew longer and longer as he stepped out of his shorts and sat down on the edge of the bed. "Now, my little American beauty," he said, "you will suck my penis."
Penny chilled at the thought of that hideous shaft in her mouth, his lewdly seething sperm squirting into her throat. "No, please. Let's just do it the normal way," she said hopefully, backing cautiously away from the naked Arab. But he was quicker than she would have guessed one fast snap and her arm was tightly held in his strong grip. He pulled her roughly to her knees, kneeling at his feet.
"I said I want a sucking ... and I mean just that!" The excitement was almost too much for him to bear, watching the unwilling American girl cringing before him like the frightened slave she was soon to become. He pulled her toward his naked crotch, her face just inches from the bulbous tip of his stiff little penis as he pulled back the taut foreskin and shoved the throbbing head toward her trembling lips.
Her pleas had become frightened whimperings. But Mahguib had come too far to be turned away now. His prick felt as if it would explode at any second, and he wasn't about to give up. He grabbed a handful of soft, thick hair and yanked her viciously forward, shoving his passion-swollen cock against her tightly clamped lips. Her face twisted grotesquely from her unspeakable humiliation, but she refused to cry out.
"Do not resist!" the Arab warned.
But Penny stubbornly refused, shaking her head as she tried to pull away. "You're hurting me!" she gasped. And that was the chance he'd been waiting for.
Mahguib shoved his short cock forward, cramming it between her open lips as she cried out in pain. "If you bite it," he spat, "I'll call Gamal in here to gouge out your blue eyes!"
Penny was beaten and she knew it. There was no future in further resistance to the desires of the vile man. Her only choice was to get it done as quickly as possible; struggling would only bring more pain, more degradation and debasement. She closed her lips over the pudgy little penis in her mouth, trying not to touch it with her tongue.
"You had better improve in a hurry!" he warned. "I am not a patient man!" He stabbed at the back of her mouth to show her he meant what he said.
His testicles expanded and puffed up like tennis balls as he watched Penny's pretty face rocking back and forth on the end of his cock. He could see her smooth, unblemished chest her twin, juicy mounds of ripe softness swaying as she sucked, like fleshy metronomes.
The swarthy Arab grabbed her bobbing head firmly between his two hands, holding her tightly, but not painfully this time, as he guided his prick smoothly between her taut, moist lips and down into her straining tonsils. Her tongue gave him chills all over, starting right at the base of his aching penis and running up his backbone until they spread throughout his body.
"You show promise," he gasped. "Keep it up!"
He started feeding it in a little further, shoving his loins forward harder with every deep thrust that sank deliciously into the warm, wet confines of Penny's throat.
Penny knew she had to keep her throat relaxed, and not to tighten up, or it would only be worse for her. Mahguib's stiff little penis slipped easily over the roughness of her tongue and into the delicate opening of her throat, and down into the relaxed passage, seemingly filling her whole mouth as it bur rowed itself in to the hilt. He pulled it back each time right to her ovaled lips, stretched tightly around the circumference of his hardened cock, leaving only the throbbing head still in her warm mouth, then he would lunge forward again, shoving the stiffened shaft far down into her throat.
When she swallowed, the muscles of Penny's throat caressed and massaged Mahguib's pulsing cock like a thousand tiny fingers, and he could feel the scalding pressure building in his swollen balls. Even now, there was an oozing drop of semen seeping from the bulb-like head, and Penny could taste its peculiar flavor on her tongue as she swirled it around his sausage-like penis.
It was so agonizingly delicious he could hardly bear it. The surging flood in his loins was bursting to get out, and he knew he could contain it only a few minutes longer. He pulled his thick shaft from her mouth, holding it just at her wet, lipstick rimmed lips, rubbing against the softness of her tongue, another tiny drop of semen seeping from the swollen tip.
The Arab savored the agonizing delicacy of the American girl's probing tongue exploring the throbbing tip of his aching penis, poking at the tiny opening, sending shivers of delight throughout his body. But in a moment he could stand it no longer, and his disproportionately thick shaft slid again between her moist, warm lips and into her narrow throat, her cheeks hollowing to accommodate him as his hairy loins ground wetly against her face, brushing her nose and chin with his wiry pubic hair.
"How do you like sucking the cock of an Arab?" he teased lewdly. "Is it better than your American Jews?"
Penny tried to answer, but Mahguib's greasy flesh filled her throat, and it was nearly impossible just to breathe. He was pumping faster and faster into her mouth, ramming his stiff little penis into her warm, wet lips with long, hard thrusts that bored down her ravaged throat passage, choking and gagging her with every thrilling lunge.
Just a few more deep thrusts and it would all be over his balls would pump their obscene load into her voraciously sucking face and nothing she could do would stop it ... nothing!
Mahguib slowed his deep, savage thrusts still just as deep in her soft oral passage, but slower, so he could make it last as long as possible. The sheer ecstasy of his burning load spurting from his achingly hard cock into her mouth was something he wanted to long remember. He wanted her to gulp down every drop of his load to suck his thick cock until nothing remained in his balls. He leaned his head back, waiting ... waiting . ...
The burning, liquid flooded out of his swollen balls and along the length of his hard shaft like lava from a volcano, and exploded against the back of her throat as he gave one last lunge. "Suck it! Suck it dry, slave!" he bellowed.
Penny gulped it down greedily in big, gasping swallows. Her fingers squeezed the Arab's emptying balls, summoning every precious drop from his loins, his wet, fleshy cock shoved as far as it would go down her hungry, throat.
She couldn't control herself the savage lust that dwelled deep within the darkest recesses of her soul had reared its ugly head. With every gulping mouthful, she hated herself more and more, but there was no turning back. She wanted every warm ounce of his sperm, and she sucked voraciously until there was nothing left, until his balls emptied the last musky squirt into her quivering stomach.
Then, as quickly as it had all begun, the swarthy Arab slaver was withdrawing his shriveling sticky flesh from the slippery confines of Penny's mouth. Is he done with me? she hoped desperately. Will he go away and leave me alone? Her hopes died in her throat as Mahguib opened his mouth to speak.
"You show some promise," he leered, "but ... but I think perhaps a little too much spirit for my tastes ... and those of my many clients." He paused a minute or two to wipe himself clean on her silken hair. "With a bit of training in the art of respect for your superiors, most particularly I think you will come to fetch a fine price." Abruptly, he let his voice trail off, then wandered toward the door leading to the main room and whispered something to his awaiting bodyguard.
Penny's pounding heart almost stopped as she saw the Arab's vicious-looking bodyguard peering over his shoulder at her nakedness while his master spoke. Then, it lodged in her throat as she saw him turn on heels and follow Mahguib into the room.
"This is my dear friend, Gamal," explained Mahguib. "He is going to whip your pretty little ass with his belt."
Penny's breathing stopped altogether as the slaver's words registered in her consciousness. "B-But why?" she gasped finally, drawing her knees together to protect her vulnerability. "Oh, God ... what have I done?" Mahguib smiled sadistically. Already his short fat penis was beginning to thicken again. "What have you done, my dear? Nothing. Absolutely nothing."
"Then why--. "
"Because it gives me an erection, my dear ... During the course of your bondage, you will undoubtedly come under the tutelage of many who share this little peculiarity of mine ... who knows, my pretty? You may even come to like it!"
Suddenly, the entire torturous experience welled up in Penny's throat. Uncontrollably, she began to scream.
The anger rose in Mahguib. He didn't have to stand for such adolescent nonsense. "Silence the bitch, Gamal!" he ordered.
In two giant strides, the grotesquely enormous bodyguard closed the gap between himself and the American girl. He hit Penny across the face, hard. And, before she could catch her breath again, his hand was at her throat, throttling her, his dirty hand covering her mouth, blocking any possibility of further screaming.
Penny's eyes bulged and she shuddered in fright and revulsion. She struggled, but Gamal shoved her easily across the room, his body close to hers. Her stomach was doing nauseous flips and she thought she would vomit as he forced her to the bed.
"Oh, God ... NooMff!" she gasped within the cup of his mammoth hand. "Let me GoMfff!"
She fought the rough grip of the monster who was forcing her onto the bed. She could see his bulging fiery eyes devouring her naked body, taking in her voluptuous loins and thighs, the startling bulge of her breasts now jutting proudly forward as she struggled. Oh, God! she panicked, they're both insane.
INSANE!
Then, Mahguib was stripping off his own leather belt from his discarded pants and handing it to his awesome protector. "Gag the whore's mouth with this, Gamal," he instructed. "I would rather listen to the bitch's whimpers than her screams!"
The ogrish bodyguard complied instantly, forcing the stiff leather strip into her mouth like a bit and bridle and knotted it tightly behind her head. Then, unprompted, he picked up one of the short lengths of rope left lying on the bed and began to bind her hands behind her back with it.
"That will silence you for a while," Mahguib drooled gleefully, "filthy American slut!" He reached out and spun Penny around to face him, and she tottered unsteadily in her agony. She couldn't yell. God, she could hardly keep from gagging and vomiting at the taste of the sweat-soaked leather in her mouth.
Instantly, the two filthy Arabs spread her naked, unprotected body on the bed. They were both laughing maniacally as they rolled her over on her stomach, exposing her lush white buttocks.
Gamal stared down at the soft, creamy mounds of Penny's ass glistening in the torchlight, helpless to resist anything he wanted to do. He felt power surge through him her ass-hole, her cunt, everything was his! He had suddenly become aware that Penny was not one of the usual whores, but something very special indeed. She has class. She was different ... better than all the whores who had refused his money ... laughed at his ugly face!
"Whip her, Gamal!" Mahguib squealed excitedly, his voice taking on an insane high-pitched intensity. "Whip her! Whip her ass!" His eyes bulged sickeningly behind the mirror-finish sunglasses and flecks of spittle formed in the corners of his fiendish mouth. "Whip her! Whip her! WHIP HER!"
* * *
Doug glanced nervously at his watch for the fourth time in as many minutes. It was five minutes after seven and, still, the Arabs hadn't left yet. What the hell is keeping them? he wondered.
His fingers tightened nervously on the trigger of his rifle.
The waiting was terrible . ...
CHAPTER ELEVEN
As Gamal looked at Penny's helpless white ass-cheeks, all the hurt and rejection of a lifetime flashed in his mind, and his cock ached like it had never ached before. Quickly, he removed his thin leather belt and doubled it in half. Penny felt as if her heart would surely stop as she watched him raise it above his head, then bring it down with most of his considerable weight behind it.
THWACK!
She could see Mahguib's little penis standing out at a lust-purpled forty-five-degree angle from his swarthy body as he watched.
THWACK!
Oh, dear God ... it hurt!
THWACK!! ... THWACK!! !
The sadistic bodyguard raised clear up on the tips of his toes, the front of his slacks bulging tent-like around his thickening penis by then, then brought his arm down again and again to Penny's torture and Mahguib's delight.
"Harder!" the smaller Arab squealed. "Whip her ass bloody!"
Gamal's massive arm hung suspended in the air for a long moment as the burly bodyguard's simple mind was torn between two masters Mahguib and his own aching cock. Then, deciding, he cast the belt to the floor to lay coiled and forgotten next to Mahguib's crumpled white suit.
"Gamal!" the smaller man shrieked. "What are you doing!"
"I'm going to take the American bitch," Gamal responded. "We'll have all the time in the world to beat her ass when we get back to Mauritania!" With that, he pulled his rigid penis out of his pants and lunged madly onto the bed, the full length of his giant body flattening itself on Penny's writhing white nakedness.
The heavy impact of the Arab's body brought Penny back to reality, and she immediately felt nauseated at his greasy touch. She winced and tried hard to throw his oppressive weight off of her still stinging buttocks, but his hands shoved her face into the mattress, and she felt she would die unless she gave in.
The giant's knees were forcing her legs apart, and she felt the urgent pressure of his throbbing cock between her thighs. Oh, God! she panicked. He's even bigger than Ojike!
The frightened American girl tried her best to keep her legs tightly squeezed, but it was useless. Her ass ached from the flailing that he had just delivered, and the sweaty odor of his body was nauseating. She moaned as she felt his monstrous cock pressing against her inner thighs, moving up into the white satin crevice of her buttocks.
Penny wriggled her ass, the only part of her that she felt she could move, trying to eject the vile object from the crevice. But every move she made only served to make the Arab's cock still harder, and increased his determination to stay atop her buttocks.
"Kneel up, American pig!" he demanded, pulling himself up and closer to her anus, his cock writhing between her thighs and the inviting canyon of flesh between her clenched buttocks. She wanted to resist, to tighten her ass-cheeks, to restrict the muscles that were twitching inside her cunt, but she was no match for the enormous bodyguard.
Then, as she felt, the spongy head of the Arab's cock enter her, something snapped inside her mind she almost echoed his cry of triumph. So what if still another strange man's penis gets stuffed up my cunt? God only knows how many hordes of cheap loathsome men will have used my body by the time this thing is done!
In some perverse and masochistic way, she was enjoying the penetration as he lifted her buttocks, and relentlessly skewered his merciless penis into her pussy. She heard herself crying out, and she didn't know if it was in pain or pleasure, as his monstrous cock entered her body. She wriggled aimlessly, but each move she made only served to awaken the sleeping giant and fill him with a terrible resolve. He was determined to stay on top of her and shove his punishing rod deep up into her helpless pussy.
"Lift your ass higher!" he ordered, pushing himself over her so that he was poised to ram his invading cock deep and hard up into her defenseless prostrate form. Penny felt utterly helpless. What could she possibly do to resist or escape? She let her body sag resignedly against the mattress, until she was suddenly jolted back to reality by, the smarting sting of Gamal's callused hand across her already battered ass. "Up! Up, I say!"
The cheeks of Penny's ass were turning a deep red from the slaps she'd received, yet, she felt a strangely lewd arousal from the cruel treatment she was receiving at the hands of these vicious Arab slave mongers. She felt Gamal's rough hand strike her buttocks again, and she tried to move her ass the way she thought he wanted her to, but it wasn't fast enough to satisfy the sadistic bodyguard. He pushed his hand down hard on the back of her neck and held her face pressed into the mattress.
"Obey!" he yelled.
Penny made an all-out effort to relax her body completely to protect herself and allow him to do whatever he wanted to with her.
Then, Gamal released her head and grabbed her by the hips, raising her so that her exposed buttocks were high off the bed. "Now," he bellowed, "you learn what it feels like to fuck a real man!" He drove his bludgeon-like cock up into the tender opening with a slamming motion of his hips so powerful that Penny thought that he would surely pierce her heart.
Mahguib, too, was filled with thoughts as he stood watching from the side of the bed like the demented choreographer of a lewd ballet. Penny's whimpering was beginning to turn to mewls of pleasure all too soon to suit him. His pathetic little penis was stiffened and as purple as a startled plum with the need to cause her agony of the deepest kind. Quickly, he reached down to the bed and retrieved the still-slimy wooden dildo. "Here!" he drooled, handing the evil instrument to Gamal. "Shove this up the slut's ass-hole as far as it will go!"
The lumbering bodyguard hesitated but a single second before accepting the glistening ebony object. He feared he had angered his employer already by ceasing his whipping of the young American girl before he had drawn blood, and he dared not push him further.
Penny couldn't even scream her agony as the crippling fourteen-inch wooden cock entered her ass-hole to the hilt, to remain buried, held rigidly in place by the bodyguard's enormous potbelly. These animals could manipulate her body any way they wished to satisfy their sexual greed! The only thing she could do would be to cooperate in the hope that they would be satisfied to rape her, shoot their obscene semen up inside her, and get it over with!
All Penny's womanly secrets were suddenly exposed to Gamal ... It bogged his simple mind. His lips hung slack, drool forming at the corners of his mouth. He wanted to drive his cock so deep up inside her that she would explode when he shot his load in her. His massive balls were full of hot cum and he felt as if they would burst unless he emptied every drop of his semen deep up inside that beautiful cunt! Yet, he wanted to make it last forever. He'd never had an American girl before, and the thought of making a slave of one thrilled him to his very soul!
Penny glanced over and saw that the other, smaller Arab had taken his lust-distended cock in his hands and was pumping madly up and down in lewd cadence to the movements of his bodyguard. The mere sight made her want to throw up, but the hard pistoning cocks up inside her demanded all her attention. She felt as if the man's jackhammering penis was splitting her in two! It was enormous ... and yet, she felt a vague, perverted pleasure in it.
Gamal suddenly remembered her reaction when she had first seen his ugly face, and a fit of anger swept over him. He slammed his punishing cock harder up into her, speeding up his movements, driving the punishing dildo inwards as well. He saw her puckered little anus ringing the evil thing, and it drove him to renewed violent lunges into her unprotected pussy.
Penny felt a numbness coming over her. Her mind registered only that the brute wasn't hitting her any more. Gamal's fury subsided somewhat as he began to tire, and his deep thrusts became less painful as he concentrated on the unspeakable pleasure that contact with her clasping pink sex was providing him. Quickly now, he leaned down and squeezed her breasts, nipping at the hard nipples with his fingers and thumbs, then grabbing handfuls of the soft flesh and kneading it hungrily. By the beard of Allah, he thought, I would like to buy this big-titted cow myself!
He was panting heavily now. This American girl was easily the prettiest sight he'd ever seen ... lying there with her pussy open wide, begging him to shove it into her!
Then in a sudden burst of generosity ... and because he wanted to hear how the beautiful bitch was reacting to her ravishing double-fuck, Gamal reached behind her head and unfastened the gagging, sweaty belt that was beginning to bite into the corners of her mouth. "Oh, thank you!" she gushed. "Thank you, thank you!"
His stiff rod slid easily now between her small vaginal lips, stretching them wide as it penetrated. Penny groaned with pleasure as she felt the iron hard rod slithering back and forth, rubbing against her quivering clitoris, touching the resilient walls of her cunt.
She worked her hips up desperately to meet him ... to take every bit of his pulsing cock deep up inside her aching pussy. She needed to feel it ramming into every recess of her. The hair-lined lips closed hungrily around his massive cock as it slid deep up into her wet, burning cavern. "Oh ... oh, do it ... fuck me ... ! " she moaned as her insatiably greedy pussy enclosed his throbbing cock like a satin glove.
Gamal was actually drooling with lust as he watched Penny maneuver her hips to take every bit of his invading cock up into her cunt. By Allah! he thought, I've never had a fuck like this!
The pretty Peace Corps bride was building toward a climax rapidly and she dug her nails into her own bound palms, crying desperately, "Yesss! That's it! Keep it up! ... Fuck me! ... FUCK ME!"
She was whipping herself into a sexual frenzy now, every muscle and nerve in her body straining back toward the incredibly huge cock that was pinning her to the mattress, and driving into the very depths of her voracious pussy. It demanded her full attention, her complete surrender, and her ass bucked back against the Arab's stomach like an untamed mare. She had pushed her slit even higher, allowing him to thrust his hard rod in to the very balls, and suddenly she felt like she was suspended between heaven and delicious hell!
"Don't ever stop ... fuck me ... fuck me, you wonderful filthy Arab!"
The quivering walls of her ass-hole could hardly stand the friction of the impaling dildo as Gamal drove it in deeper and deeper with his belly. His motions became more rapid and more violent. His fingers dug into the soft, white flesh of her buttocks and he ground his fingernails savagely into the flesh of her ass-cheeks until she could feel the biting sting of the flesh being torn! This was the center of her being ... the point of life itself, she thought in her lusty delirium. Fucking and evil were all that really mattered ... feeling a stiff, hot cock in your cunt ... being used like the lowest whore in creation ... !
Why hadn't she known this before? Just fuck all the time ... fuck all the cares and worries and suffering of the world completely away!
She felt sublimely, masochistically whorish as she felt the Arab's distended pole of flesh massaging her clitoris, sending electrifying shocks of pleasure rippling throughout her entire body. Her brain was whirling with the ecstasy of it all. And it was so simple ... the prescription she'd stumbled on: Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! They wanted her to be a slave? ... Dear God, she already was!
Penny didn't know it, but her face had become a lewd, cheap imitation of what it had been before. Her eyes were glazed, her nostrils flaring with passion, her lips set in a grimace of perverted, all-consuming lust. She was mumbling incoherently, making little whimpering sounds like a bitch in heat as the wonderful cock of a stranger drove wonderful waves of pleasure into her aching but eager pussy. She was fucking him as hard as he was fucking her, thrusting her hips up savagely to meet and engulf his throbbing cock. She wanted him to cum deep up inside her ... to cum and cum and cum ... so she could feel her cunt fill with his boiling semen feel the sticky wetness splash against the walls and seep into every tiny niche of her inner cunt. She wanted to overflow with his flooding cum!
Mahguib still stood by the bed, watching with wide, lust-filled eyes as his bodyguard drove his large cock into the American bitch's hot cunt, time after time. The sight was driving him crazy with lust. He had never seen a female act the way young Penny Glasser was acting. She was like a wild animal that was in heat for the first time, getting her first fuck! He knew Gamal was good, but he never knew he was that good! All he knew was that, somehow, he had to get into the action himself!
He reached out with both pudgy hands, grabbing Penny's wildly swaying breasts, twisting the erect nipples around with his fingers then kneading the beautifully proportioned globes of flesh with his fingers while their melonous weight rested in the palms of his sweaty little hands. Penny became aware that it couldn't be Gamal's meaty hands that were bringing fresh new sensations to her body; his hands still grasped her buttocks, his fingernails still dug into her flesh with every savage thrust of his prick.
She looked over, wild-eyed, and saw that it was Mahguib ... his ugly, now-familiar face a study in depravity and sadism. And yet, in spite of perhaps because of the very depths of vileness and perversion he represented, she smiled warmly and whispered a throaty, "Do I please you, Master?"
Even as she spoke, the swarthy Arab slaver could almost feel the masochistic thrills running from the points of Penny's swollen nipples in his hands to her belly and onto her quivering cunt, causing new spurts of hot fluid to be exuded from the depths of her darkest soul.
Gamal's cock was saturated with the smooth, sticky juices of Penny's pussy, and he knew that he had to cum soon or his balls would explode! He increased his jackhammer thrusts, slamming his cock in deep, and moans burst from his lips as he raised up and watched his turgid organ of lust burying itself again and again into Penny's hotly creaming pink flesh.
He broke into a wild series of uncontrolled spasms as his seed jetted forth from his cock and squirted into her cunt. "AAAuuurrrggghhh!" he bellowed. "For the love of Allah, I am cumming!"
He was bouncing on her body in a wild, bronc-busting motion, moaning incomprehensible words, his cock pumping in a desperate last attempt to enjoy the very last second of his cum. Penny was matching him as her clitoris came alive with delightful gratification. At the same time, Mahguib had relinquished his hold as his head darted down to her bouncing breasts. Quickly, he sucked one swollen strawberry nipple into his filthy mouth and nibbled cruelly at its throbbing tip.
Penny was overcome by the powerful sensations that took over her body and mind. She fucked back against Gamal like a wild banshee. Mahguib's mouth left her breast and was replaced by his pudgy digging fingers again. He moved closer and covered Penny's gasping mouth with his own, poling his thick hot tongue in deeply, flicking it about, sucking madly at her own willing lingual member. His fingers manipulated the nipples of her breasts and, as Gamal gave a final lunge that buried his plunging cock and the smooth dildo to their hilts up inside her cunt, she let out a frantic wail of anguished delight. Then, as the bodyguard's spasming cock pumped spurt after spurt of his hot sperm into her stomach, Penny felt totally free' ... released from all worry or pain, her body only able to feel wild, sensual delight.
There was nothing in the world to equal the pleasure of a hard cock inside her, a wet, demanding mouth on hers, fingers playing rhapsodic music on her breasts ... it was perfect, unmatchable bliss!
* * *
Major M'Bonu was just about to give the order to attack when a small flash of light from the cab of the Arab's truck caught his eye. "Monsieur Glasser," he blurted with a sigh of relief, "take a look ... I think our friends are leaving!" He handed Doug the field glasses.
Doug, too, caught a glimpse of the light. It was the truck's overhead light blinking on as the larger of the two Arab's who had arrived earlier got in behind the wheel. There were two other figures as well, outlined in the light of the quarter moon on the far side of the truck. One, Doug assumed, was the shorter Arab; the other a woman, obviously Arab herself, judging from the kaftan and veil she was wearing. "I think you're right, Major." He looked at his watch. It was five minutes to eight. He, too, breathed, a sign of relief.
"We'll give them three more minutes," the Major explained. "They'll be able to hear the shooting, but I doubt that they will be anxious to come back and help once they are safely out of range ... Given the choice, monsieur Glasser, these Arabs will always take the coward's way out."
"Yeah, Major? Some of my best friends are like that!"
They watched the Arab truck turn around and drive down the same jungle road they came in on. God only knows where they were headed, and frankly Doug couldn't have cared less.
A minute passed.
Two ...
The night-blacked jungle foliage flashed with stabs of orange flame. Agonized cries of the hurt and dying filled the Djambulu village. Stilettos of fire sought out the warm flesh of men as small arms. fire rattled through the thick underbrush. At the entrance to one burning hut a body lay writhing in the dust, its cruel face, even twisted in agony, Doug recognized immediately as belonging to Sargento Agostinho Da Silva of the P.A.I.G.C. He soon felt pain no more; his neck was broken in four places, three of his ribs protruded from his chest like toothpicks jutting out of a piece of raw meat, and there was a raw hole in his breast plate that oozed black now that his blood was thickening. He hadn't even had time to insert the clip in his machine gun.
Beyond Da Silva's hut, two P.A.I.G.C. privates fought a hopeless battle with small caliber carbines. The raid was shaping up as a complete rout. Another of their number lay a half-dozen yards away, the shirt of his fatigues smoking where a 30-caliber slug had ripped into him.
Then, running from the side door of the big hut, just before it, too, burst into flame, came the treacherous Mgoro houseboy, Ojike.
Doug, manning the 30-caliber sub-machine gun the Major had given him, squeezed off a short burst from the hip that cut the man in half.
He watched Ojike fall, then ran. He didn't have time to look back, to check and see if his shot had done the job. But he was sure that it had. Now, sweet Jesus, he had to get to the King's hut before Penny was cremated along with the Africans.
He scurried back to the main party in a zigzag pattern, crouching to stay low. The firing was thick, but he knew the odds were still in his favor. He came upon the Major and saw that he was smiling.
"Did you see Penny?" he queried breathlessly.
"We've got her!" laughed the Major. He turned and nodded toward the hill behind him.
Doug turned and cast a quick glance over his shoulder. Half-way up the hill, a Senegalese Militiaman was running with the white girl cradled in his arms like a load of watermelon. "Major," he suggested, "Let's get the hell out of here!"
They had to move fast. The Djambulu were finally getting organized, and the return fire was beginning to get hairy. Exchanging bullets as they retreated uphill, an added edge with the jungle for cover, they at last reached their vehicles parked out of sight on the other side of the crest. Doug jumped into the passenger side of the Major's Land Rover just as it dropped into gear and sped off down the jungle trail, in the direction of the Mgoro compound.
Quickly, he turned in his seat and smiled broadly at the girlish white face beaming happily back at him. "Penny," he said, "are you okay?"
"Obrigado! Obrigado!"
Doug's handsome face was pinched in confusion as he looked over at the Major. "Has she been drugged or something?" he asked. "What's this Obrigado bullshit?"
"I'm afraid I don't know, monsieur Glasser, I don't speak Portuguese."
"Neither does Penny!"
EPILOGUE
The Islamic Republic of Mauritania, a former French Overseas Territory, is bounded by the Atlantic Ocean, Spanish Sahara, Algeria, Mali and Senegal. Somewhere in the middle of this vast desert enclave--four-fifths the size of the state of Alaska--stands a tall and handsome young American atop a bald Sahara hill.
As he scans the surrounding waste with his field glasses, he sees a small oasis with its complement of goats and camels and a rocky desert road that turns to dust a few kilometers further on. What he does not see is his wife.
Penny. Somewhere out in that God-forsaken nothingness is Penny. She had to be. He's already checked all the brothels in Nouakchott and Port Etienne ...
