Filename: Haremd.txt
Title: Harem'd
Author: Knickers
Universe: Nicola Adventures
Keywords: MF, FF, M+F, exhib, interr, reluc, anal, spank, humil, Mdom, bd, mc?
Summary: Nicola and Angela are kidnapped by an African prince and whisked away to join his harem.


Disclaimer: The following story contains 
sex scenes and rude words. It's fairly 
tame, and I'm pretty broad-minded, but the 
decency laws in most states would require 
it not be read by persons under 18. Also, 
if you're offended by adult themes, you 
should probably leave now. 

More importantly, this tale features women 
presented as sexual objects. There is 
nothing wrong with this as they are only 
fictional characters. I urge readers, 
especially young males, to not regard real 
women in this way.

This work is © 2003 the author. Permission 
is granted to freely distribute, provided 
it is not altered in any way. It may not be 
posted to any website or included in any 
archive without the author's permission.

There is no Nicola. All characters are 
fictitious. The situations are made-up. 
This is only a fantasy, and any similarity 
to real persons, events & institutions is 
pure coincidence.

The "Nicola Adventures" are a series of 
erotic stories about an Australian model-
turned-actress who travels to Hollywood to 
find stardom.

Author's note: This is the 20th and final 
Nicola Adventure. It isn't necessary to 
read all the previous stories to follow 
this one, but it wouldn't hurt. Visit the 
website /~knickers . As 
well as all the episodes, you'll find 
author's notes, reader feedback, and movie 
reviews.

Harem'd (MF FF M+F exhib interr reluc anal
spank humil Mdom bd mc?) 

If there was one thing Nicola enjoyed, it 
was posing for the camera. Preferably 
wearing as little clothing as possible.

The gorgeous Aussie starlet loved being the 
center of attention. She reveled in the 
admiring gazes of the men standing around 
watching her, as she ran through a variety 
of cheesecake poses for her cameraman.

On this particular assignment, Nicola had 
been jetted out to exotic North Africa. 
There, on the sparkling sun-drenched sandy 
beaches, the starlet was posing for a 
raunchy photoshoot, dressed in nothing by a 
tiny little pink bikini. The top was just 
two slips of material held against her 
exquisite breasts by strings. The bottom was 
a thong that barely covered her pussy and 
completely failed to cover her ass, leaving 
almost nothing to the imagination.

Smiling happily to herself, Nicola reflected 
upon how great her life was. It was nearly a 
year since she left her native Australia, 
coming to Hollywood to pursue an acting 
career. In that time she'd been transformed 
from a conservative model who wouldn't even 
pose in lingerie, to a jiggly party girl who 
regularly stripped bare-ass naked either for 
work or play. Nicola had appeared in a 
number of raunchy movies, naughty TV 
appearances, and revealing photographs.

But it wasn't just at work Nicola took a 
relaxed attitude to her wardrobe. She had a 
reputation for having fun and any event that 
boasted her as the entertainment was bound 
to be hot. The busty Aussie beauty sure knew 
how to put on a show.

In short, Nicola Baron was a sex fantasy 
come to life.

She rolled around on the beach, sand 
sticking to her damp, bare skin. Nicola had 
a golden all-over tan which she carefully 
cultivated with nude sun-bathing sessions, 
preferably in public places. Basking naked 
in the sunshine was one of Nicola's favorite 
hobbies, especially with an audience to ogle 
her.

But it hadn't all been fun and games. Nicola 
had made a deadly rival in Hollywood: Angela 
'Angel' Monroe. Tall, slim, athletic, the 
raven-haired beauty had been the bane of 
Nicola's stay in Hollywood almost since she 
arrived. Recently, their relationship had 
cooled off somewhat, but Nicola knew that 
Angela still disliked her.

It didn't help that they always seemed to be 
working together. Like on this modeling 
assignment. As Nicola posed by the sea-side, 
Angela sat a short distance away. Dressed in 
a skimpy black bikini, the starlet stared 
moodily into space, carefully maintaining 
her aloof persona and ignoring the crowd of 
European tourists and African locals who had 
turned out to watch the free T&A show. 
Nicola wondered if agents and producers 
didn't deliberately book the couple on jobs 
together, gleefully watching the sparks (and 
clothes!) fly whenever they were around each 
other.

"OK Knickers, that's a wrap," said the 
photographer. Nicola barely realized she'd 
been working, for her it had just been an 
afternoon's romp at the beach. 

Nicola stood up and wiped the sand from her 
thong-covered bottom. Out of the corner of 
her eye she caught sight of Akumba, their 
African minder watching her with a big grin 
on his face.

"Enjoying the show?" Nicola teased him 
playfully.

"Oh, most excellent," he replied in his 
cultured English accent. The burly black man 
eyed her up with a look Nicola recognized as 
lust. Smirking, she set out down the beach, 
adding a saucy wiggle to her nonchalant 
saunter just for his benefit.

Nicola entered the small tent that had been 
set up for the girls to change clothes (it 
was there on Angela's insistence, Nicola was 
happy to change in public) and stripped off 
her bikini. In a moment the starlet was 
naked, baring her golden body. She bent 
over, rummaging through her clothes and 
wondering what to wear next.

Suddenly, the nude starlet heard someone 
moving around outside the tent. Angela? No, 
she would wait for Nicola to finish before 
getting dressed. It must be Akumba, getting 
an eyeful again.

Well, thought Nicola, her ass still poised 
in the air, never let it be said that Nicola 
Baron doesn't know how to put on a show. She 
lingered in this position, letting the horny 
bastard enjoy himself a while longer.

No sooner had Nicola stood up straight than 
a hand clamped around her mouth and nose. 
She gave a gasp of surprise and felt the 
scent of chloroform assault her nose.

Then the world went black and the naked 
starlet fell to the ground.

**********

Nicola awoke to feel herself being gently 
buffeted. The starlet quickly took stock of 
the situation. She was on a light aircraft. 
She was naked except for a pair of white 
high-heels. Her hands were bound behind her 
back with cord. And next to her lay Angela, 
likewise naked and restrained, snoring.

This is not good, Nicola thought to herself. 
She rolled over to try and look into the 
cockpit to see who her kidnapper was.

A dark face caught sight of her squirming 
around and broke into a grin. Akumba.

"Welcome back, gorgeous. You're just in 
time, too, we're about to arrive at our 
destination."

"What are you doing?" Nicola demanded. 
"Where are you taking us?"

Before he could answer there was a thud as 
the plane touched down. Angela awoke with a 
start, groaning. "Where are we?" she asked, 
peering bleary-eyed around the small cabin.

Akumba was more intent on taxi-ing the 
aircraft to a halt. Once they had stopped he 
jumped out of the pilot's seat and made his 
way back to the rear cabin.

"Terribly sorry," he said (though he looked 
more amused than apologetic), "but I'm 
afraid you ladies have been, to coin a 
phrase, 'harem'd'."

"Harem'd?" yelled Angela. Before Nicola 
could inquire exactly what that meant the 
door swung open and several hefty black 
guards burst into the plane. Dressed in 
turbans and billowing silk pants, their bare 
chests glistening with oil and scimitars 
strapped to their waists, their antique 
appearance caught Nicola by surprise. The 
guards unceremoniously hauled the naked 
starlets to their feet and directed them out 
of the plane.

As Nicola stepped out onto the tarmac she 
felt a wave of moist, humid tropical air 
wash over her nude body. Things were going 
so fast her head swum. As the grumbling 
Angela exited the plane, Nicola took a deep 
breath and tried to orient herself.

She had been kidnapped and stripped of her 
clothes, taken to some unknown location. If 
she was ever going to get out of this she 
had to keep her wits about her.

Waiting to greet them was a short, fat black 
man dressed in flowing robes. "Akumba!" he 
called out, "Good to see you again."

"Pumbo, my old friend," Akumba greeted him 
in return. "It's been too long."

Pumbo cast a lascivious eye over the girls. 
"And what do we have here?"

Akumba clamped a hand over each of their 
shoulders. "Another American. Breasts are a 
little small, but its good to have a little 
variety."

"Hey!" Angela squealed indignantly. "I'm an 
American citizen! And a movie star! I demand 
you release me this instant!"

"A movie star?" Pumbo raised an eyebrow. 
"What have you been in?"

"Well," Angela suddenly sounded a little 
subdued. "I was in, uh, 'Undercover 
Cheerleaders'..." she trailed off, a little 
embarrassed, obviously realizing that 
shaking her pom-poms in some nudie movie 
didn't exactly make her a movie star. 
"...and, ah, 'Bikini Quantity Surveyors'..."

"Never heard of them," said Pumbo blankly. 
He switched his attention to Nicola, giving 
her a long look that could be described as 
'undressing her with his eyes' if it weren't 
for the fact that she was already naked. 
Nicola squirmed against her bonds. Having 
her arms tied behind her back caused her to 
push her chest out, making her 38-inch boobs 
seem even larger. "And who is this double 
helping of deliciousness?" Pumbo asked.

"Australian," replied Akumba proudly. "Very 
rare."

Pumbo nodded, pleased. "His Highness will be 
pleased. Bring them down to the waiting 
room, I'll break them in as soon as business 
is concluded."

Break them in? Nicola's heart beat faster in 
her chest. What exactly did that mean?

"Welcome to Malabunga, ladies!" laughed 
Akumba. He gave Angela a swat on the 
backside, causing the raven-haired beauty to 
yelp. "I hope you enjoy your stay!"

With that, the guards led the girls away, 
Akumba's booming laughter still ringing in 
their ears.

The two naked starlets were taken into a 
mercifully air-conditioned building, through 
wide, lavishly-decorated corridors that 
looked like something out of the Arabian 
Nights. Their high-heels clicked across 
beautifully patterned marble floors. The 
guards kept them hurrying along at quite a 
pace, and with their hands secured behind 
their backs there was no way to hide their 
luscious bodies from the inquisitive eyes of 
everyone they passed as they jogged by.

"Where the hell are we?" Angela hissed.

"Malabunga," Nicola replied. She'd always 
been good at geography in school. "Tiny 
nation in West Africa. First discovered by 
the Portuguese in the sixteenth century, 
became a British protectorate in the 
nineteenth. Government: absolute monarchy. 
Primary export: copper sulphide. Gross 
national product..."

"Alright, alright, sheesh," grumbled Angela.

"No talking!" growled Pumbo. Quick as a 
flash, something smacked across Nicola's 
bare bottom, causing her to squeal in pain. 
Angela was dealt a similarly indignant blow 
to her posterior, causing the bitchy beauty 
to squawk in unison with her rival.

Rubbing their asses, the girls continued on 
in silence.

At last they arrived at what Pumbo called 
'the waiting room'. Obviously, Nicola wasn't 
expecting it to be like the waiting room at 
the dentist's. In contrast to the palatial 
hallways they'd just been through, this was 
very much a small, functional room.

In the center stood two sets of wooden 
stocks. Nicola swallowed.

The guards removed their bindings and then 
man-handled the girls into the stocks. 
Nicola was bent over facing the floor with 
her neck and wrists placed into cut-out 
sections on a crossbeam. Then a block was 
lowered into place, imprisoning her. The 
guards then splayed Nicola's legs and 
secured her ankles onto another crossbeam 
close to the floor.

This left the Aussie starlet in a very 
vulnerable and indignant position. She was 
unable to move, hunched over at the waist. 
Strands of her long, chestnut-colored hair 
fell across her face and she had to arch her 
neck upwards to look at Pumbo standing over 
her. But worse still was her bare backside 
and pussy, exposed and open to whatever 
Pumbo had in mind for her.

Nicola was beginning to feel more than a 
little uneasy.

At least she had Angela with her, who was 
locked in a similar position in the other 
stocks. They had been arranged face-to-face 
so the two rivals could stare uncertainly at 
each other.

Pumbo dismissed the guards. The pompous 
little man then began to strut up and down, 
examining the naked girls at his leisure. He 
ran his fingers through their hair, then 
stooped and squeezed a downward-hanging boob 
(doubtless noting that Nicola's hung down 
considerably more than Angela's). As he 
worked Pumbo would make the odd cluck of 
displeasure, or ooh in appreciation.

Nicola burned at the probing. If he wanted 
to check her out nude, why didn't he just 
rent one of her movies? Or buy one of her 
magazines? Or go onto the Net? Or sit 
outside the balcony of her condo on a warm 
sunny day? Or... well, the list of ways to 
see Nicola in all her naked glory is 
endless. But she kept her mouth shut, her 
ass still smarting from the earlier assault.

When he was finished with one end of Nicola, 
Pumbo moved on to her nether regions. Nicola 
held her breath as he prodded her anus, and 
then let out a gasp of shock as he slipped 
two fingers right into her pussy.

"Mmm, good," he murmured.

After completing the same procedure on 
Angela, Pumbo took up a position behind 
Nicola, outside of her limited field of 
view. "It is my job to ensure that the two 
of you are broken in, as it were, before 
presented to his Highness." This was 
followed by a rustling sound.

Nicola craned to neck around to try and see 
what he was up to, but the stocks prevented 
her.

"Believe you me, I don't enjoy this one bit, 
I'm really just doing my job, but I think 
you'll prefer to receive this from me first 
before the Prince gets stuck into you with 
his whopper."

Nicola's eyes widened in shock as Pumbo 
slipped a finger into her ass. He was going 
to anally fuck her! Nicola had done many 
depraved things in Hollywood, but anal sex 
wasn't one of them. She squirmed as Pumbo 
fingered her sphincter.

Well, thought Nicola, I ain't about to start 
now. Think, girl, think. Quick!

"Oh, goody," said Nicola. "Yeah baby, fuck 
me up the ass."

Pumbo paused. "You've had anal sex before?" 
he enquired gravely.

"Mmm, I'll say," Nicola replied. "Loads of 
times. I just love it. Come on big boy, give 
it to me." She waggled her backside 
enticingly.

"I'll bet, slut," murmured Angela. Nicola 
did her best to ignore her, concentrating 
instead on what she hoped would be the 
performance of her career.

"And what about you, American?" asked Pumbo.

"Me?" squealed Angela. "God, no, you 
pervert!"

Pumbo let out a sigh. "Well, Australian, I 
guess my work on you is already done."

He stepped out from behind Nicola and walked 
around the captured couple. Nicola could now 
see Pumbo was naked, his semi-erect penis 
jutting out obscenely from underneath his 
paunch.

"Moving right along..." he said, standing 
beside Angela. She suddenly realized what 
was about to happen. "Hey!"

Pumbo produced a red handkerchief and tied 
it around Angela's mouth, resulting in 
frantic mumbling from the starlet.

Pumbo didn't waste any time in the discharge 
of his duties. A dollop of sweet-smelling 
jelly was liberally smeared into Angela's 
wildly clenching anus. Then Pumbo grasped 
Angela firmly by her imprisoned hips and 
rammed his cock home deep into her bowels.

As Angela's face was only inches from her 
own and there was no way she could avert her 
gaze, there was nothing Nicola could do but 
watch in horrid fascination. The bitchy 
beauty's eyes bulged in shock as Pumbo 
plumbed her ass. Much as she disliked 
Angela, Nicola felt a small wave of guilt 
pass over her. Her little plan may've 
worked, but it put Angela right in it.

Or rather, the plan had put 'it' right in 
Angela.

Bending over her lustrous pale back, Pumbo 
grunted with effort as he vigorously 
buggered Angela, his gut slapping against 
her ass with every stroke. She let out a 
sigh against her gag, resigning herself to 
her fate, but letting out little moans and 
squeaks of discomfort from time to time.

Nicola squirmed in her stocks. This was 
simply the beginning of their ordeal. It was 
time she started using her brains to get 
herself (and, she supposed, Angela too) out 
of this predicament before her ass was on 
the line as well. Literally!

**********

Angela was walking a little bow-legged as 
they were once more marched down more 
corridors. The girls didn't speak, not 
wanting to risk another spanking from Pumbo, 
but Angela cast angry glances at Nicola the 
whole journey.

Nicola knew she had for the moment escaped 
an ass-reaming. But at some point in the 
future of her captivity, her tender bottom 
would be exposed to an onslaught, if not 
from Pumbo then from whoever it was he 
served. She had to think of a way to escape 
before then!

The guards arrived at a massive door made 
from polished copper that towered over the 
nude, quivering starlets. Pumbo produced a 
key the size of his forearm and unlocked the 
imposing gate.

The two sweating guards set their muscle to 
it, and with a baleful groan the mighty door 
swung open.

They were ushered inside a sumptuous 
apartment. Nicola gaped at the sheer 
opulence of it, overwhelmed beyond words. In 
her days in Hollywood she had come in close 
(very close!) contact with producers, 
gangsters and politicians, but never before 
had she seen such wealth. 

The floor was made from slabs of marble, 
inlaid with obsidian, jade and precious 
gems. Nicola couldn't see the walls, the 
room seemed to be surrounded in gently 
swirling silk curtains. The ceiling was a 
giant mirror, polished till it shone 
brilliantly and finished with gold. The air 
held a hint of rose petals and camphor. 
Light splashed languidly from a hundred 
flickering candles. The whole effect was one 
of sensual repose, of perfumed sighs, and 
cool, moist Arabian nights.

If there was one thing that got Nicola's 
juices running it was displays of power and 
riches such as this. And this time was no 
exception, the horny little starlet feeling 
a familiar buzz rising in her loins despite 
the nagging fear of their situation. But as 
desirous as she was to meet the master of 
all this and spread her legs for him, Nicola 
didn't want to remain here a slave for the 
rest of her life.

A loud bang snapped Nicola out of her 
reverie, and she and Angela whirled around. 
While the starlets had been staring about 
them, Pumbo and the guards had turned and 
left the suite, heaving the door shut behind 
them.

Angela rushed to the giant portal and 
scrabbled uselessly against its beautiful 
facade, but there was no way to open it from 
the inside.

"We're trapped!" she wailed.

Nicola swallowed, waiting for whatever new 
torment was about to be thrown at them. The 
room was quiet, the only movement was the 
billowing curtains fluttering like silken 
ghosts in the cool breeze that wafted 
through the apartment.

Suddenly, four figures became visible in the 
haze of gauzy drapes. Lithe, sexy figures, 
they moved like delicate angels through a 
world of soft delights.

They were women. White women.

Nicola watched, stunned, as the four 
beauties stepped out from behind the 
curtains that partially obscured them. They 
were gorgeous, visions of pure sexiness, 
dressed in wispy bits of cloth that did 
little to hide their bodies. Smiling, they 
approached Nicola and Angela.

"Welcome," said one of them in a charming 
English accent, "to your new lives."

"Excuse me?" Nicola asked, staring at the 
girl's nipples which strained against the 
strip of silk that served to barely cover 
her breasts.

One of the others stepped forward. "You are 
now ze property of es 'ighness, Prince 
Seseke, ruler of Malabunga." Her voice had 
the sexy smooth tones of French.

"Hey, I'm an American," said Angela sharply. 
"I ain't nobody's property."

"Ah, a firey one," said a third girl, this 
time in the winsome voice of the Old South. 
"I once felt as you did, my darlin'. But now 
I know it is my destiny to wait upon my 
Master's cock."

"Slaves," said Nicola grimly. "I knew it."

"Slaves, yes," said the fourth girl. "But 
willing slaves." Her accent was Italian. 
This harem, Nicola realized, was a regular 
United Nations of pussy.

"Perhaps we should begin with 
introductions," said the English girl. "And 
then explain. My name is Susan, and I used 
to be a stewardess."

"I am Marie, au Francais. Wonze upon a time 
I was a travel agent specializing in 
adventure 'olidays in Afrique. Now, I am on 
the adventure of my life!"

"Just like yawl I used to have a life before 
I came to Malabunga. I'm Charlotte, formerly 
of Georgia, now of His Highness Prince 
Seseke's royal harem."

"And I am Isabella. Long ago I was a fashion 
model from Milano. But now I am less 
interested in what I want to wear than what 
my Master wants me not to wear!"

Nicola cast an eye over the quartet of 
captured cuties. Had they seriously chucked 
in their lives to live here under lock and 
key, imprisoned to fulfill the sexual 
desires of this 'Prince Seseke'?

"Whatever," said Angela, parking her naked 
bottom on a comfy cushion. "After all that 
walking I need a rest."

"Oh no, no time to rest!" admonished 
Isabella with a waggle of her finger. "Her 
Highness the Princess Amaria will be here 
shortly to inspect you."

"Wait, wait, wait!" cried Nicola, her head 
spinning. "Will someone please explain what 
is going on?"

Charlotte smiled, like an adult smiling to a 
child who just didn't understand. "You've 
been kidnapped. Of course, you're upset, 
unwilling to stay and probably planning to 
escape. Believe me, we all did. But all that 
changed the moment we saw... It."

"It?" asked Angela.

The four girls clasped their hands together 
and rolled their eyes toward heaven, as if 
in religious rapture.

"His Highness's cock," breathed Susan. "The 
Royal Truncheon."

"The Pride of Malabunga," murmured Isabella.

"Ze Wang of Wangs," whispered Marie.

"Three whole feet of black, glistening love 
gristle," sighed Charlotte in reverend yet 
excited tones. "The moment you set your 
pretty little eyes on It, you will want to 
stay here for the rest of your lives, 
wanting nothing more than to give yourselves 
to Prince Seseke and his magnificent cunt 
reamer."

Nicola and Angela exchanged worried glances. 
Could it be true? Were they not only 
prisoners for the rest of their lives, but 
upon witnessing their Master's cock unfurl 
they would embrace their fate whole-
heartedly?

Somewhere in the distance a bell sounded, 
its melodious tinkle carrying softly on the 
Arabesque air.

"Quickly!" said Charlotte. The four harem 
girls grabbed Nicola and Angela and hustled 
them into the apartment, brushing through a 
maze of silk curtains. "The Princess Amaria 
approaches."

"And how does she fit into all of this?" 
asked Nicola, trying hard to ignore the fact 
that she was buck naked and about to be 
introduced to more complete strangers.

"Princess Amaria is the wife of Prince 
Seseke. She is also mistress of the royal 
harem, and personally inspects any new 
acquisitions. That's you two, sugar."

Nicola boggled at the thought of it. The 
Prince's wife selects his sex slaves? But 
before she could pursue the matter further 
they burst into a smaller room. The girls 
barely had time to catch their breaths when 
a door at the far end pushed open, and in 
swept a beautiful black woman.

The Princess Amaria cut an imposing figure. 
Tall, sleek, with an impressive cleavage 
threatening to burst out of the flowing silk 
gown wrapped around her tasty body, the 
young black princess cast a haughty eye upon 
the white women who were her charges. Behind 
her, their heads shaved and bowed, stood 
four scimitar-wielding guards.

Wordlessly, the four slave girls dropped to 
their knees, motioning for Nicola and Angela 
to do so as well. From the subservient 
position, Nicola glanced up at Princess 
Amaria, sensing a vicious streak behind that 
cruel smile.

"So," said the Princess, "these are the new 
acquisitions." Glaring down at the nude 
starlets she didn't sound too impressed. She 
swooped upon them, intent on making a more 
hands-on assessment.

Nicola swallowed as those dark eyes bore 
down on her. Before she could protest, the 
Princess reached out with both hands and 
seized Nicola's boobs. The Aussie starlet 
gaped in surprise. The Princess proceeded to 
squeeze and fondle her tits, expertly 
evaluating Nicola's chesty charms.

"Good, good," she murmured. "All natural. I 
know how you white Western girls like to 
stick things into your bodies."

What might've been a tirade against plastic 
surgery or a double entendre was lost on 
Nicola, who was rather beginning to enjoy 
the surprisingly sensual boob massage her 
captor was administering. Princess Amaria 
knew just how much pressure to apply, and 
Nicola found her pulse racing and breath 
shortening.

The Princess's roaming hands tweaked 
Nicola's puckering pink nipples, causing 
them to harden. 

She let out a slight moan.

A smile crept across Princess Amaria's lips. 
"Excellent. We'll make a slave girl of you 
yet." She let go of Nicola's boobs (much to 
her disappointment) and moved on to Angela.

The bitchy beauty normally didn't take crap 
from anyone, but the Princess's withering 
glare was enough to reduce the nude Angela 
to cowering at her mistress's feet. 

"I don't know about this one..." said the 
Princess with a sour face. She ran her hands 
down Angela's chest, sliding across her 
sleek, well-toned muscles and rather small 
breasts. "Not much up top..."

Angela blushed deep scarlet, she'd always 
been sensitive about her small bust size.

The Princess's nimble fingers tugged on 
Angela's perky brown nipples, tweaking and 
pulling, causing her to turn an even deeper 
shade of red.

"...still, I'm sure she will have some use." 
She let go and there was an almost audible 
twang as Angela's nipples sprung back into 
place.

Princess Amaria stuck her nose in the air. 
"Bathe them and dress them, and then present 
the new slaves to my husband." Without even 
pausing, the haughty black aristocrat turned 
on her heel and marched out, trailing her 
entourage of guards.

Angela perked up a little at the mention of 
being dressed. "It's about time," she 
mumbled as the naked captives were once 
again marched away.

**********

It was the largest, most sumptuous bathroom 
Nicola had ever seen. Sunk into the center 
of it was a huge tub made from solid gold, 
and the air was filled with steam rising 
from the hot, simmering waters. The 
Arabesque washroom overwhelmed the adorable 
Aussie's senses, and she suddenly realized 
how tired and worn out she was.

Nicola and Angela kicked off their heels and 
the other slavegirls divested themselves of 
their scanty silk clothes. 

Nicola let out a contented sigh as Susan and 
Isabella's gentle hands lowered her into the 
warm, sweet-smelling waters. She slid down 
till her bottom made contact with a shelf, 
her nipples just visible over the milk-white 
surface.

With a mild splash, Susan and Isabella 
slipped into the bath beside her. Nicola 
closed her eyes and let waves of relaxation 
pass over her as the slavegirls began to 
bath her. Cupping their hands they ladled 
hot water over Nicola's gorgeous body, the 
heat turning her tanned skin a glistening 
brown color.

Nearby, Nicola sensed Angela undergoing the 
same pampering from Charlotte and Marie. For 
once, Angela was not complaining and for all 
her avowed homophobia she seemed to be 
enjoying the experience as much as the 
bisexual Nicola.

The luxurious bath/massage gave her the 
chance to collect her thoughts. Here she was 
facing a lifetime of sexual enslavement. Her 
career in Hollywood as an aspiring actress 
and model was behind her, all Nicola had to 
look forward to was this. But was that 
necessarily a bad thing? Over the past year, 
Nicola had really come to enjoy sex in a way 
she never had before. Perhaps it wasn't such 
a bad thing to just go the whole hog and 
spend the rest of her days on her back with 
her legs spread? 

But all this was pretty academic. Nicola was 
a slavegirl now, and had little say in her 
own destiny. She was now just a plaything in 
the hands of her captors, a pretty toy. And 
from what the other slaves said, Nicola 
would willingly embrace her fate the moment 
she clapped eyes on the mysterious Prince 
Seseke's cock.

(How did that work exactly? Nicola had heard 
snakes had the power to hypnotize their 
victims, perhaps the trouser variety had a 
similar ability?)

As Nicola's mind worried over her future, 
sensual female hands roamed across her body. 
The next thing Nicola knew, Susan's hands 
were on her breasts, stroking, fondling, 
caressing. Nicola let out a sigh of desire, 
giving herself over to the naughty pleasure 
of being groped. With the heat from the 
water and Susan's attentions, Nicola's boobs 
were practically glowing. Her nipples stood 
out, hot and pink, more than an inch from 
her chest.

Isabella wasn't idle either. The Italian 
model-turned-slavegirl busied herself 
stroking Nicola's thighs, her hands working 
beneath the water. As Nicola responded 
favorably to their caresses, Isabella's 
hands slipped between her thighs. Her 
fingers made deliciously slow and wicked 
circles around Nicola's engorged nether 
lips.

"Do you like this?" whispered Isabella in 
her sexy Italian accent.

"Yes," murmured Nicola, drifting on a cloud 
of erotic satisfaction.

She leaned in close, pressing her tits 
against Nicola's arm, her lips brushing 
against Nicola's earlobe. "Do you want this 
to go on forever?" she asked.

Without thinking, Nicola replied. "Oh, yes. 
Oyesoyesoyesoyes."

Susan smiled, pleased. She kissed Nicola on 
the cheek. "It is time for you to meet your 
master."

The two slavegirls arose from the pool, 
water streaming down their bodies. Charlotte 
and Marie also stood up, their naked bodies 
wet and glistening. Disappointed and a 
little bewildered, Nicola got out of the 
bath and followed them. Angela likewise 
joined them, and from her flustered 
appearance it was clear that she had been 
thoroughly 'bathed' as well.

A soft towel was produced and between them 
Susan and Isabella gave Nicola a vigorous 
rubdown to dry her. Still dazed from her 
ordeal in the bath, the sensation of the 
silken towel against her bare skin made 
Nicola's still-buzzing pussy sing for more.

Her ablution complete, Nicola was led into a 
smaller room adjoining the bathroom to get 
dressed. When Nicola saw what was provided 
for her, she raised an eyebrow. 

The girls began by slipping a gold band 
around Nicola's slender waist. It hung high 
on her hips just below her belly-button. 
Next, Susan and Isabella each picked up 
narrow 3-foot strips of diaphanous white 
silk, and moved like gossamer around her so 
that Nicola was sandwiched between them.

Nicola watched quizzically as Susan slipped 
one end of the silk over the gold band and 
pulled it down so that it hung there 
securely like a towel on a towel rail. From 
the feel of cloth brushing against her ass, 
Nicola guessed that Isabella was doing the 
same with the back. Finally, the girls 
tightened the gold band so that the two 
little slips of silk were held in place 
against Nicola's body.

Next, Susan produced another thin strip of 
material, and wrapped it around Nicola's 
chest, forming a very flimsy bikini top.

Isabella slipped a pair of gold high-heels 
onto Nicola's dainty feet while Susan 
arranged a veil to cover her head and face, 
leaving only her baby-blue eyes peeping out.

Nicola stood in front of a large gilt mirror 
admiring her outfit. The starlet had 
something of a guilty passion for dressing 
up in sexy and revealing costumes. Even 
doubled over, the narrow slivers of sheer 
silk front and back did little to conceal 
her pussy and ass, while leaving her 
gorgeous long legs completely bare, as well 
as most of her hips and groin.

The top didn't so much as cover Nicola's 
boobs as draw attention to them. Even more 
transparent than her loincloth, it proudly 
put the starlet's best assets on display. 
And because it offered no support 
whatsoever, her tits bobbed and jiggled with 
every slightest movement, bouncing around 
inside the loose confines of the silk like a 
pair of ripe melons. Most extraordinary of 
all though was the effect of the soft 
material rubbing against her sensitive 
breasts. Nicola's already tender nipples 
responded warmly to this gentle caressing, 
giving her a pleasantly tingly sensation 
across her prize-winning chest.

"Princess Leia eat your heart out," Nicola 
murmured with a satisfied smile. When (if!) 
she ever made it back home, she vowed to get 
her hands on a set of these duds for 
herself. Imagine sauntering into the Woody 
Awards dressed like this!

While Nicola was shamelessly ogling herself 
in the mirror, Susan produced one last item 
to finish off the slavegirl outfit, jingling 
slightly as she handled it. Nicola glanced 
over at it and felt more than a little 
faint.

It was a set of chains.

They were only small, elegant links of gold 
that were more ornamental than functional, 
they nevertheless served to remind Nicola of 
her new station in life: sex slave.

She offered no resistance as Susan attached 
the light-weight bonds around her wrists 
while Isabella locked a second pair around 
her shapely ankles. The sight of them made 
Nicola a little nervous, although they did 
look fabulous with her new slavegirl 
costume. She looked like a fantasy artwork 
come to life.

Susan and Isabella watched her preening and 
posing, knowing smiles dancing on their 
lips. They were dressed again in the similar 
outfits, only slightly more chaste billowing 
harem-pants and their faces were uncovered.

"Come," said Susan. "It's time."

Once again, Nicola found herself marching 
through the luxurious marbled halls of the 
ruling palace of Malabunga. Marie and 
Charlotte joined them, a dejected looking 
Angela between them. The raven-haired beauty 
had also been dressed in a little slavegirl 
outfit, though, thought Nicola with a hint 
of smugness, she didn't look anywhere near 
as hot as her Aussie rival.

It wasn't just the ankle-chains that forced 
Nicola to take smaller paces. The scanty 
little slip covering her crotch would flap 
up with every step, giving everyone an 
unforgettable flash of her chestnut-colored 
pubic hair. Not that it seemed to matter; as 
the slavegirls were marched through the 
corridors all the servants, guards and minor 
bureaucrats they passed would only glance in 
their direction then go back about their 
business.

Nicola felt a little outraged at this. Here 
she was, utterly fuckable and dressed to 
kill, and they weren't taking much notice! 
With a toss of her hair, Nicola defiantly 
vowed that they would lust after this 
slavegirl. She held her head up high, making 
her strides as long as her chains would 
allow, letting everyone get a good look at 
her assets.

Looking more and more miserable, Angela 
hurried to keep up. She kept her head down, 
her lovely long mane of black hair covering 
her face, trying to look as inconspicuous as 
possible.

They were moving through an area of the 
palace where there seemed to be more and 
more people. Nicola guessed that this was 
the hub of Malabunga's government, the 
center of this Prince Seseke's power. 

Nicola sensed a change come over their 
accompanying slavegirls, Susan, Marie, 
Isabella and Charlotte. They seemed to glow 
with excitement and anticipation of the 
moment they would be ushered into the royal 
presence of their master. Nicola noted the 
broad smile on their lips, the blush of red 
on their cheeks, the shining look in their 
eyes. Would she soon be joining their ranks 
as a brainless, cock-obsessed bimbo?

Finally they arrived at their destination: 
the royal throne room. The slavegirls stood 
outside a pair of massive, iron-girt doors 
that marked the entrance to the seat of 
Malabunga. 

The girls stood outside, waiting. The two 
new "recruits" nervously shuffled their feet 
whilst the other four seemed to squirm with 
impatience. After what seemed like an 
eternity to Nicola, the giant doors swung 
open with a booming groan.

Susan gently took Nicola by the hand, 
smiling at her to try and calm the anxious 
starlet. Hand in hand, the six slavegirls 
marched into the throne room.

None of the other royal apartments Nicola 
had seen could prepare her for the sight 
that greeted her. The room was massive, it 
seemed to be endless the walls were so far 
away. The ceiling must've been fifty feet 
high, supported on two rows of golden 
pillars that ran through the chamber. The 
south wall was opened up by a series of 
immense arched windows through which 
streamed the bright African sunshine.

Nicola's eyes darted all around her, trying 
to take in her surroundings. But it was the 
throne itself that drew Nicola's attention. 
Made from solid copper, it sat upon a dais 
in the center of the room. Reclining on this 
edifice was a tall, imposing black man with 
a neat goatee beard dressed in splendid, 
flowing robes. As Nicola approached him, his 
handsome but haughty face turned to stare at 
the slavegirls, and under his powerful gaze 
she involuntarily lowered her eyes to the 
floor.

There weren't too many other people in the 
throne room, just a pair of guards at the 
door they just entered and another pair far, 
far away at the other end of the chamber. 
And the plump, officious little Pumbo stood 
on the dais. But despite the lack of 
audience, Nicola felt both thrilled and 
embarrassed to be seen dressed in this 
outrageously sexy and revealing slavegirl 
costume. 

About ten feet from the throne the girls 
halted. "Kneel!" barked Pumbo. "Bow before 
his Highness, Ruler of Malabunga, Protector 
of Rusama, Rightful Heir to the Golden 
Crocodile Throne and All-Round Nice Chap, 
Prince Seseke!"

The slavegirls threw themselves to the 
floor, prostrating their nubile bodies on 
the flagstones before the Prince. 
Bewildered, Nicola and Angela followed suit. 

Nicola could feel the cold hard stone floor 
against her barely covered breasts. From the 
prone position she peered up at the Prince. 
His dark, good-looking face continued to 
stare down at his slavegirls. Finally he 
spoke:

"Arise."

It was a deep, rich voice that made Nicola's 
insides quiver.

The girls all sat upright into kneeling 
positions, their bottoms resting on their 
feet. All six of them waiting silently for 
His Highness to speak.

"So," he said, words flowing over Nicola 
like liquid honey, "these are the new girls 
for my harem."

With a rustle of cloth Prince Seseke arose 
from his throne and stepped majestically 
down from the dais. He stood before them, 
hands resting on his hips, infinitely 
confident in the power that he wielded over 
the hapless captives.

Nicola became aware of the change that 
overtook Susan, Marie, Charlotte and 
Isabella. Their breathing was shallow, 
rasping. Their faces shone with 
anticipation. Nicola was even a little 
surprised to note they were so excited, 
their nipples made very obvious dents in 
their chiffon tops.

"From this point on your lives are no longer 
your own. Your days as wonton white women, 
wasting your succulent bodies on unworthy 
white boys, is over. You are now my slaves."

A sinister smile crept across his thick 
black lips. "And this you will do 
willingly."

The tension in the throne room ratcheted up 
several notches. The slavegirls seemed to 
hum with sexual desire, sensing what was to 
come. Angela, on the other hand, seemed to 
sink further into her misery.

This was it.

Prince Seseke grasped the front of his robe 
and in a single fluid movement yanked it 
aside. Before Nicola's eyes, His Highness's 
cock swung mightily into view.

It hung down several inches, a solid pillar 
of prime, gently pulsing African dick. The 
circumcised head shone brilliantly in the 
light, glistening with the Prince's potent 
juices.

The effect it had on the girls was electric. 
There was a sharp intake of breath as four 
beauties gasped in unison. Although they 
remained crouched on the floor, they seemed 
to strain forward as if their natural 
impulse was to pounce on the Prince's cock.

To Nicola's surprise, Angela seemed to perk 
up. The same glazed expression was visible 
in her eyes as well, staring transfixed upon 
Prince Seseke with equal parts dread and 
lust. "It's beautiful," she murmured softly.

His Highness's grin twisted wider across his 
black face as he stood proudly exposed to 
his slavegirls.

Nicola cast a more critical eye on his meat. 
It was a handsome dick, and Nicola felt her 
pulse surge at the sight of it. But still, 
it didn't flush her pussy quite the same way 
as it did the others.

"I've seen better," she said with a shrug.

A ripple of shock ran through the court. The 
other girls gasped in astonishment. Pumbo 
was puffing in surprise. The Royal Wang 
twitched indignantly.

"WHAT??!!" roared Prince Seseke.

Susan shook her pretty head and whispered, 
"No, no!"

"All I meant to say," Nicola tried to 
explain, "is that it's a perfectly nice 
dick, and I'd be glad to fuck you, but I 
don't really want to spend the rest of my 
life with that as my only option."

Prince Seseke was turning the most amazing 
shade of purple. His cock, which had just a 
moment ago hung proudly down his leg, now 
squirmed in agitation. The guards shuffled 
anxiously. The other girls looked shocked, 
as if amazed any white girl would even 
disparage her master's meat.

The look of fury on Prince Seseke's face 
wasn't hard to read. "Take her to my royal 
apartments!" he commanded. "I shall deal 
with her personally."

Nicola gulped, suddenly wishing she'd kept 
her mouth shut. The guards jumped to obey, 
seizing the starlet under her bare arms. She 
caught Susan's eye looking fearfully after 
her before Nicola was dragged bodily from 
the throne room.

**********

Nicola was hauled none-too gently into yet 
another sumptuous room. The guards grabbed 
what little clothing she was wearing and 
with a vicious tug tore her lovely slavegirl 
outfit to shreds, leaving Nicola once again 
naked.

Thankfully, they also removed her chains. 
But a moment later, Nicola realized even 
more awful restraints awaited her.

Set up in the middle of the room was another 
set of stocks. Whereas the ones she and 
Angela had been locked into earlier had been 
rather functional, this set was crafted 
specially for the true connoisseur of the 
Sadistic arts. 

It was a frame made entirely from metal, 
bronze that glittered menacingly. The nude 
Nicola was dragged over to it and her nubile 
young body secured to the harsh mount. As 
before she was pulled forward into a bent-
over position, metal locks secured around 
her wrists. Her ankles where forced apart 
and they too were locked in place, wide 
apart so that her delicious long legs were 
spread like a wishbone. Finally a metal 
brace was lowered across the back of her 
neck, pinning the starlet in a very 
compromising situation.

Nicola wiggled with discomfort in her 
imprisonment. The metal felt cold and hard 
against her tender flesh, and she was once 
again forced into a position that left her 
charms bared. Her large, 38-inch boobs hung 
down beneath her, just waiting for whatever 
nastiness Prince Seseke had in mind. Worse 
still was her pussy, moist and juicy, held 
open by her splayed legs, exposed to her 
master's whims.

And it was in this pose that the naked 
Nicola was left to stew as the guards 
departed.

Nicola wondered why Susan and the others had 
fallen under Seseke's penile spell and she 
hadn't. The most obvious answer was that 
Nicola, as an aspiring Hollywood starlet, 
saw more dick than any normal woman, so his 
meat was nothing special to her. 

But then why was Angela affected? True, she 
wasn't as arduous as Nicola at pursuing her 
career, but she was no stranger to the 
casting couch.

Nicola squeezed her eyes shut and conjured 
up the image of Seseke's dick in her mind. 
Sleek, black, pulsing with a raw animal 
energy. But Nicola's reaction was much the 
same as before. Sure, she wanted to fuck 
him, but she was hardly mesmerized.

Prince Seseke entered quietly through a 
secret door at the rear of his royal 
apartments and was greeted with the sight of 
Nicola's bare bottom, captive in his special 
set of stocks. Seeing the gorgeous, naked 
white girl cowed thus took the edge off his 
rage somewhat, and the Prince allowed 
himself a smile of satisfaction. 

If anything else this was going to be fun, 
his first session with his new plaything.

Silently, the black prince glided up behind 
his naughty slavegirl. Seseke had had many a 
nude white girl cowering at his feet, but he 
had to admit it, this one was something 
else. He reached out a hand and brushed his 
fingertips against Nicola's backside.

At the sudden and surprisingly gentle touch, 
Nicola jumped, although her restraints 
limited her movements considerably. She 
squirmed hapless, trying to see who was 
groping her ass.

Seseke made no attempt to announce his 
presence. Instead he slipped off his clothes 
and stood naked behind Nicola, looked down 
on the captured starlet, enjoying the 
spectacle of her unfettered boobs quivering 
with her nervousness.

At last he chose to announce his presence. 
"You've been a very naughty girl," he said 
in his deep voice. "Most of my slavegirls 
fall in love with my beautiful black cock 
the moment they set eyes on it. I don't know 
why you didn't, but I intend to teach you 
some manners."

"Your Highness," Nicola replied. The Prince 
was still out of her limited field of view 
and it threw her a little to speak without 
seeing him, but she was determined to give 
this her best shot. "Forgive me, but my 
feelings are much the same as they were 
earlier. You have a perfectly nice cock, but 
I'm not going to swoon over it."

Again, Seseke felt that stab of rage. Seeing 
Nicola stretched out before him naked and 
helpless cooled it somewhat, but he still 
felt the indignity of being talked back to 
by this lowly slavegirl. He ran his hand up 
and along her spine.

Nicola shivered under his touch. Despite her 
humiliating position, she was beginning to 
get a little turned on. She'd always had a 
bit of a submissive streak and, well, being 
shackled into a set of stocks by a big black 
African prince made her feel more than a 
little submissive. But first, she had some 
probing of her own to do.

"And I would think you wouldn't care, seeing 
as you already have such a beautiful wife."

Seseke's hand paused abruptly. "The Princess 
Amaria," he murmured. Nicola thought she 
detected a hint of bitterness in his voice. 
"She has... her own interests."

"And that includes being mistress of the 
harem?" Nicola asked.

"Yes. Apart from her own burdens of ruling 
Malabunga, the Princess occupies herself a 
great deal with the harem. It is gratifying 
that she should spend so much energy on 
ensuring my sexual satisfaction, although 
mystifying that she doesn't see to it 
herself."

Nicola suddenly realized what was going on, 
even if Prince Seseke didn't. She guessed 
that once he had finished enjoying her, she 
would be summoned to the Princess Amaria.

"Now then," sighed Prince Seseke. "Back to 
the task at hand."

He strode past her, and for the first time 
Nicola was able to get a good long look at 
his naked body. The Prince was very well 
built, his bulging muscles rippling as he 
walked toward the far wall. Nicola was so 
engrossed at ogling his ass that she didn't 
notice what it was he was doing. The Prince 
suddenly turned around, his impressive but 
not-overwhelming cock swinging before him 
like a trunk.

Nicola gasped in shock.

It was a length of wicked black leather. It 
gave Nicola nasty memories of the strap the 
nuns at school used to use. At the sight of 
it she squirmed uselessly against her bonds, 
but there was no escape. The softest parts 
of her body were vulnerable and there was 
nothing Nicola could do about it.

The Prince circled her, enjoying watching 
her discomfort. Finally he took up position 
behind her. Months of nude sunbathing had 
left Nicola's exquisite ass a lovely even 
shade of brown, and right now Prince Seseke 
wanted nothing more than to see that peach 
turn a tender shade of red.

"Please," begged Nicola, "this won't change 
my mind." She was becoming desperate now.

"Do not worry, my precious possession," the 
Prince hushed her gently as he raised his 
arm high above his head. "I know how to do 
this so that you will not be marked."

There was nothing Nicola could do but 
squeeze her eyes shut. The strap sizzled 
through the hot, dry African air and cracked 
across Nicola's pert ass.

She gave a squeal of pain, twisting in her 
bonds. Prince Seseke smiled, watching the 
red bloom of pain and shame creep across her 
white backside.

Again the strap swished back and down on the 
tempting, heart-shaped target. Nicola's 
painful squeak was this time mixed with a 
little sob.

"Please," she cried, "I'll do anything, just 
stop!"

Prince Seseke paused. As peeved as he was at 
her refusal to bow before his mighty black 
wang, it suddenly occurred to him that it 
might be fun to break this haughty starlet.

"Anything?" Seseke asked.

"Anything!" Nicola wailed. 

Prince Seseke stroked his beard 
thoughtfully. "For a start, call me Master. 
I wish to hear those words fall from your 
pretty lips."

Nicola rolled her eyes and sighed silently 
to herself, thankful he had at least stopped 
whipping her ass. She would just have to 
treat the Prince like any other producer, 
fawning over him and fulfilling his every 
whim, although this time it was more than 
just a plum role or a modeling assignment 
that was at stake.

"Yes, Master," she said wearily. She was 
tired and uncomfortable and her ass stung 
like hell, but she did her best to sound 
sincere.

The Prince puffed himself up with pride. His 
cock, dispirited by the humiliation in the 
throne room, gained some of its former vigor 
and began to stiffen. Grinning with victory, 
Prince Seseke made his way around Nicola to 
the front of her stocks, his hardon swinging 
to and fro before him. He stood in front of 
her, proudly erect, his hands resting on his 
hips.

"So, you are ready to submit to my power, 
and willingly become my slavegirl?"

Nicola peered up at the Prince, her eyes 
roaming across his naked, muscular body, 
down to his dick, which was beginning to 
pulse enthusiastically with excitement.

In spite of everything he was pretty good 
looking. She was getting horny again! Nicola 
wiggled in her shackles, sensing that warm, 
honey-like feeling spreading across her 
crotch. It wasn't such a bad cock, after 
all. She'd entertained worse in her career.

Nicola licked her lips and let out the 
slightest of moans.

That was all the encouragement Prince Seseke 
needed. He reached down, running his hands 
erotically through Nicola's long, chestnut-
colored hair. The adorable little Aussie 
starlet closed her eyes and sighed with 
sensual delight. Was she still acting or did 
she really want this? Nicola didn't know and 
she didn't care!

Seseke pushed his groin into Nicola's face, 
feeding his cock into her little pink mouth. 
She eagerly opened wide, letting his thick 
black meat slide between her pearly white 
teeth and down her throat.

The black Prince began to fuck her mouth 
with gusto. Nicola tried her best to blow 
him properly, but with her head locked in 
place it was hard. Still, she was renown in 
Hollywood as a BJ princess and Nicola was 
determined to give her best performance 
under these difficult circumstances. And it 
was obvious he had done this before as well.

Nicola's tongue slithered up and down the 
shaft as he pumped it in and out of her 
drooling mouth, forcing her head as far 
forward as her shackles would allow to 
suckle eagerly on Prince Seseke's dick. All 
her discomfort and pain seemed to disappear 
into the background. It was certainly 
different to fuck like this, Nicola thought 
to herself as she slurped contentedly. 

Standing over her, the Prince grunted with 
the effort of fucking Nicola's mouth. Sweat 
soon sprang up, glistening on his naked 
black torso. Seseke leaned even further 
forward, resting his hands on the stocks, 
his hips pistoning even faster.

Finally Seseke let out a sharp grunt. He 
froze mid-fuck, his rippling muscles tensing 
in orgasm. An instant later a torrent of cum 
spurted from his dick shooting down Nicola's 
throat and almost choking her. She gasped, 
trying to gulp as much of it down as 
possible, but her imprisonment threw her off 
rhythm. With a strangled cough, Seseke's cum 
starting flowing out of her nose.

The haughty black Prince paid little 
attention to his slavegirl's predicament, 
but instead pulled his still-pumping cock 
out of her mouth and began to hose his cum 
into the pretty girl's face. 

By the time Prince Seseke had finished, 
Nicola's entire face and head were dripping 
with his juices. It was in her eyes, up her 
nose, matting her long tresses. It was all 
the starlet could do but gasp and sob in 
shock.

Nicola half-expected her master to switch 
ends and start giving her what she needed 
but Prince Seseke had what he wanted and 
instantly lost interest in his toy. Without 
looking at Nicola he walked over to a golden 
basin and washed his dick clean. Then he 
slipped his robes back on and without saying 
a word left the room.

So Nicola was left alone, still imprisoned 
and more than a little sticky. She was still 
out of breath and panting a little. After a 
while the door opened again and her guards 
made their way over to her. Wordlessly, they 
unlocked her shackles and once again they 
were off, wandering through the cavernous 
corridors of Malabunga's ruling palace.

Nicola was exhausted to the point of 
collapse by the time they reached their 
destination. Her eyelids had long-since 
fluttered shut, and the captive cutie 
allowed herself to be hauled along by her 
burly jailers. 

They halted, and Nicola felt herself plonked 
onto a bed. Ah! She sighed. At last! She 
could hear the guards leave with a gentle 
soft clinking of their scimitars. Nicola was 
sore, tired and filthy. But now at last she 
could drift off to sleep.

She was just doing so when she could feel 
something moist sponging across her face, 
cleaning off the Prince's semen. Someone was 
washing her face, cool water trickling over 
her drowsy cheeks.

"Mmm, Susan," Nicola murmured. But the voice 
that replied was too husky, too dominant, to 
be a slavegirl's.

"My husband can be such a beast," whispered 
the Princess Amaria. Nicola opened her eyes, 
taking note of her new surroundings for the 
first time. She was lying on the purest 
white sheets she'd ever seen, in a sumptuous 
bedchamber lit by flickering lanterns. Night 
had fallen. Sitting over Nicola, her dark 
face bathed in shadows, was the Princess 
Amaria.

"Ah, my pretty," she cooed, "you will now 
experience the softer delights Malabunga has 
to offer."

Inwardly Nicola let out a groan. Not that 
she had anything against fucking another 
woman, on the contrary Nicola had been an 
enthusiastic convert to lesbianism ever 
since her friend Jennifer had seduced her 
several months ago. But if being a slavegirl 
at Prince Seseke's beck and call wasn't 
enough, she was also expected to perform for 
the Princess Amaria as well.

After cleaning Nicola's face, Amaria 
produced a silken cloth and dried her. All 
the while she murmured to her toy in a 
language Nicola didn't understand. The 
attention made Nicola feel light-headed. She 
began to feel horny again.

Amaria laid back in the bed and for the 
first time Nicola realized the Princess was 
as naked as she was. The iridescent lights 
played across her reclined body, making her 
skin look like liquid chocolate.

Nicola loved chocolate.

Amaria's breasts were large, bigger even 
than Nicola's, but not so huge that they 
lolled across her reclined chest but rather 
stood out proud and firm. Her thick areolas 
were the most amazing shade of black, like 
licorice.

The Princess slipped one hand between her 
open legs and toyed with her thick black 
pussy lips. Nicola glanced down, astonished 
to see how pink her cunt looked contrasted 
against her dusky skin.

"Come to me," Amaria purred, fingering 
herself. "Pleasure your mistress."

Exhausted, Nicola let out the slightest of 
sighs but there was nothing she could do but 
obey. The adorable Aussie crawled 
submissively up the bed, her head bowed, 
until she reached the lounging Princess.

She knew the drill. Without a word Nicola 
thrust her head between the Princess's legs. 
Her face hovered just above the Pearl of 
Malabunga, feeling the heat emanating from 
her pussy, the musky perfume of Amaria's 
desire in her nostrils.

The Princess let out an impatient moan of 
lust, urging Nicola to her task. She plunged 
in, her tongue diving between the juicy 
folds of Amaria's cunt, tasting the sticky-
sweetness within. 

The Princess threw back her long, black mane 
of hair and let out a squeal of ecstasy that 
echoed through the halls of the palace. 
Nicola carried on dutifully lapping away, 
eliciting a froth of free-flowing cunt 
juices from Amaria that left Nicola with a 
sticky sheen across her nose and chin.

Her mouth full of honey, Nicola reflected 
that her captivity might've been a lot 
worse...
**********

Dawn rolled beautifully, majestically 
across the African landscape. Brilliant 
sunlight lanced through the open windows of 
the palace, falling across the naked, 
dozing body of a certain little starlet.

From somewhere in the palace came the 
distant sound of music- strange, Arabesque 
music with singing in a foreign tongue.

Nicola opened her eyes and for a moment 
wondered if she hadn't woken into a dream. 
Then it came back to her: the day before, 
being kidnapped by Akumba, examined by 
Pumbo, her ordeal at the hands of Prince 
Seseke and finally her 'pampering' at the 
hands of Princess Amaria.

There was no sign of her now, Nicola was 
alone in bed. The only trace of their 
liaison was the snail trail all over 
Nicola's cover-girl face.

She and Angela had been missing for a day 
now, how long before they were missed? 
Surely it wouldn't be too long, they were 
both in demand for acting and modeling 
assignments. But would a search party come 
for them, all the way from North Africa 
down the coast to Malabunga?

It looked like for the foreseeable future, 
Nicola would have to get used to being a 
slavegirl.

She got up from the bed and padded barefoot 
across the room. Hardly surprisingly, there 
were no clothes for her to wear, not even 
the cute little slavegirl outfit they had 
provided for her yesterday. Never mind, 
after yesterday Nicola doubted there was 
anyone left in the palace who hadn't seen 
her bare ass.

There were two doors out of the bedchamber. 
The first one Nicola tried was locked from 
the other side. The other opened with a 
satisfying click, opening into a darkened 
corridor. 

Nicola tiptoed down that and found herself 
standing before another door. She had the 
sense to put her ear to it and listened 
first.

The sounds of women, laughing, splashing.

Nicola opened the door and found to her 
chagrin that her bid for freedom had only 
led her to the bathroom.

It looked like the same bathroom she and 
Angela had been taken to yesterday. It was 
dominated by a huge simmering tub, big 
enough to hold several football teams 
should the girls ever throw an orgy. For 
now it was only occupied by a couple of the 
slavegirls. At one end Charlotte and 
Isabella splashed about and giggled in what 
might've been either mucking around or 
foreplay. At the end closest to Nicola, 
luxuriating in the warm water, was her 
long-time rival and now companion-in-
slavery, Angela. She was lying back, her eyes 
closed and her modest boobs pushed high 
toward the mirrored ceiling, a look of 
utter contentment on her face.

Nicola slipped into the water next to her, 
surrendering her luscious body to the 
soothing waters. "Angela!" she hissed.

The bitchy beauty opened her eyes. "Oh 
hello, Knickers. I'm glad you're awake. I 
wanted to talk to you."

Nicola barely contained her surprise at 
this uncharacteristically warm greeting 
from Angela. "I wanted to talk to you too. 
We need to..."

"You have to tell me about last night," 
Angela cut her off. "The Prince. You were 
with him, you have to tell me what he- what 
*It* was like!"

Her eyes shone bright, just as they had 
done yesterday in the throne room, the 
moment Angela had caught sight of Prince 
Seseke's dick. Nicola stared at her in 
utter disbelief. Angela Monroe, bitch queen 
of Hollywood, had fallen hopelessly in love 
with that awful man's cock!

Well, thought Nicola, the first step in 
getting out of here had to be getting 
Angela back to her arrogant, conceited 
self.

"Angela," she said, "I'm so glad you're 
here to share this with me. I was a little 
anxious about the thought of spending the 
rest of my life as a slavegirl, but if you 
can do it so can I."

"Sure," she said with a warm smile. (Had 
Angela ever smiled warmly??? This was 
serious!)

Nicola put her arm around Angela's 
shoulder, drawing her close against her 
naked body. "Here we are, the two of us, 
former adversaries now sisters in the 
harem."

Angela's smile faltered slightly but she 
recovered. "Yes, sisters."

"Putting our old Hollywood lives behind 
us," Nicola continued. "Just imagine, right 
now some lesser actress is landing a role 
that really should've gone to you."

Angela's face twitched. Nicola knew she was 
on to something here.

"Some big-boob bimbo with all her talent in 
her chest. But I bet she'd trade everything 
to be where you are now." She glanced over 
at Angela who seemed deep in thought. 
Nicola went in for the kill. She brought 
her luscious lips close to Angela's ear and 
whispered:

"No more having to go on modeling 
assignments, or being in movies, or 
hobnobbing with the glitterati. Just 
sitting around waiting on some guy's 
cock... for the rest of your life."

"Fuck!" snapped the raven-haired beauty. 
She leapt out of the bath, her lean naked 
body glistening. "Fuck fuck fuck!" she 
squealed, jumping up and down in barely 
suppressed rage.

Nicola smirked. "So you've changed your 
mind about being a slavegirl?"

A savage frown crossed her pretty face. 
"Screw this! I've got a career to get back 
to."

"Well, it's time we start thinking how to 
get out of this place and back home to 
Hollywood."

Before the two starlets could put their 
heads together, Susan strode into the 
lavish bathroom followed closely by the 
other girls. 

"Attention, please, everyone!" she called 
in her clipped English accent, clapping her 
hands loudly. 

The girls hushed instantly and gathered 
around Susan. Nicola and Angela joined 
them.

"I've got some good news and some bad 
news," she announced. "First, the bad news. 
Their Highnesses, the Prince and Princess, 
will be gone for a few days on a 
conference."

A groan of disappointment arose from the 
assembled slavegirls. Nicola glanced around 
at their crestfallen faces, more than a 
little glad she wasn't one of their number. 
Marie seemed particularly devastated. "'Ow 
can I go wiz out ze big black cock?"

"Gimme a break," murmured Angela and rolled 
her eyes. Nicola thought with some 
satisfaction that if it weren't for her, 
Angela would be agreeing with the little 
French cutie-pie.

"Now for the good news," said Susan with a 
glean in her eyes that suggested she was 
just busting to tell them. She gave a 
naughty smile. "While they are gone, His 
Highness has suggested this might be a good 
time to hold this year's Miss Malabunga 
contest."

The reaction from the girls was astounding. 
One moment they were moping around, 
heartbroken, the next they were literally 
jumping around and squealing with glee.

"Miss Malabunga? But none of us are native 
Malabunganese." Angela pointed out.

"It's not... an official title," replied 
Susan. The others giggled, and Nicola got 
the feeling they were planning on having 
some fun at the new girl's expense.

"It's a special beauty contest," explained 
Isabella. "Only white girls participate."

Their attempts to get more information on 
the contest were only met with schoolgirl 
titters.

"Come on Knickers," said Angela. "It's only 
a beauty contest. We might as well stick 
around, it could be fun."

"But there's something fishy going on!" 
Nicola insisted, her pretty brow knotted 
anxiously. "What kind of beauty contest 
would go on in a place like this?" She well 
remembered the last 'beauty contest' she'd 
taken part in.

"Oh, come on," scoffed Angela. She crossed 
her arms across her petite chest and threw 
Nicola a haughty smirk. "Wassa matter, 
scared I'll beat you?"

Nicola rolled her eyes. Angela and her damn 
competitive streak! Still, she guessed it 
wouldn't matter too much if they waited 
around a few days before they made their 
bid for freedom.

**********

The enthusiasm of the harem girls was high, 
and they all disappeared to their various 
apartments in high spirits. Even Angela was 
looking forward to it.

Their eagerness made Nicola think. They'd 
all been brainwashed to worship Prince 
Seseke's dick. This contest (apparently) 
had nothing to do with Malabunga's ruling 
organ. So, why the excitement?

The girls, even Susan, were in no mood to 
tell, so Nicola would just have to wait and 
see. She had the strangest feeling it 
wasn't going to be terribly pleasant.

So, what does a slavegirl wear to a beauty 
pageant? Clothing had, of late, become 
rather problematic. Or rather, not. Apart 
from the outfit she had been given (and 
subsequently lost when Seseke's guards had 
stripped her), Nicola had literally nothing 
to wear. No-one seemed to mind her 
traipsing around the harem stark naked.

Therefore, she spent the rest of the day 
worrying.

The day of the contest dawned and Nicola 
was still none the wiser. However, when she 
got out of bed she discovered someone had 
left her a small present: sitting on her 
dresser was a little blue bikini. 

She slipped it on and admired herself in 
her bedroom mirror. It was the sort of very 
flattering swimsuit that she normally wore, 
either in one of her movies, on a 
photoshoot, or when just lounging around 
the house.

Nicola's spectacular 38-inch boobs 
threatened to pop out of the tiny top. The 
cups were designed to only cover the bottom 
half of her breasts, with the effect of 
putting the top swell of bosom enchantingly 
on display. As Nicola posed for herself, 
turning to admire herself from all angles, 
her boobs would bob and sway alarmingly, 
drawing the viewers attention to them.

The bottoms were just a slip of a g-string, 
custom designed to showcase Nicola's 
stunning ass. Being a professional model 
for many years, Nicola had always kept 
herself in the peak of physical condition 
and when she put on revealing outfits like 
this, it showed. 

The final effect of the bikini was to leave 
her practically naked but still covered 
within the bounds of decency, offering 
onlookers tantalizing glimpses of the 
treasures that lay just beneath that scanty 
little bathing suit.

The final touch was a pair of white pumps. 
Nicola slipped her dainty feet into those 
awfully-expensive shoes and then went in 
search of her fellow harem girls.

Her heels tapping across the palace's 
marble floors, Nicola followed the sound of 
giggling until she found them.

The girls were all assembled in a dressing 
room attached to something called "The Hall 
of Heroes" (at least, that's what the 
plaque on the door read). Nicola gaped in 
surprise at her fellow slavegirls: they 
were all dressed identically in the same 
little blue bikini. Of course, they weren't 
all built like Nicola. Angela and Isabella 
were tall, slim and had petite chests. 
Charlotte, on the other hand, was a little 
shorter and her enormous tits put quite a 
strain on her hapless bikini top.

As she entered all the girls were chatting 
away excitedly to each other, obviously 
looking forward to the show they were about 
to put on.

"Knickers!" hissed Angela. "Where have you 
been? Trying to shoe-horn those udders into 
that bikini? Never mind, you're finally 
here. You talk to these cock-crazed bimbos, 
try and get some answers out of them."

Nicola turned to her fellow harem girls. 
They were all staring at her, smirking. 
Marie raised her hand to her mouth and 
murmured something to Isabella and they 
both started giggling again.

This gave Nicola a sinking feeling in her 
tummy. She was in for something bad, she 
knew it!

"Susan," she pleaded, "we need to know. 
What's this 'Miss Malabunga' all about?"

"Well..." the English rose replied, "it's 
sort of an annual tradition here in the 
palace. A little treat for the Prince's 
personal bodyguard."

"Bodyguard?" chipped in Angela. "What, are 
they the audience or something?"

"They're the audience all right," Charlotte 
replied. "Judges too."

"And," chimed in the adorable Isabella, 
"they award the prize." This last remark 
was delivered with a very broad grin.

"Prize? What prize?" asked Nicola. "What 
does the winner get?"

The slavegirls exchanged knowing glances. 
"Everything!" cried Susan and they all 
burst out laughing.

Just then the door into the dressing room 
swung open and in sauntered the officious 
Pumbo. The girls all stopped laughing and 
snapped to attention like half-naked 
soldiers. Nicola and Angela followed suit 
with less military precision. 

The pompous little Negro scowled at the 
collection of captured white girls. "The 
contest is about to start! This is very 
important for the morale of His Highness's 
royal guard. What is all this noise?" He 
carried a wicked short riding crop-style 
whip, which he flicked viciously at them.

The girls all looked crestfallen. "I'm 
sorry, Master Pumbo," said Susan, shuffling 
her feet nervously. "We were... we were 
having a little fun at the expensive of the 
new girls."

Pumbo turned to look at Nicola and Angela 
and broke into a broad grin. "So... 
American, Australian, you have not been 
told of the details of our little beauty 
contest, have you?"

"No, sir," said Nicola warily.

"Well, you're in for a treat... especially 
if one of you gets voted Miss Malabunga!" 
Pumbo started laughing, his fat body 
rippling.

"But- but we don't even know what we're 
supposed to do!" wailed Nicola, despairing 
she'd ever know what was going on until it 
was too late.

Pumbo sighed. "It's very simple, my pretty 
little bimbo. I will MC the show. When you 
hear your names called come out onto the 
stage. Do your little turn, then go and 
stand next to the other girls. Then we 
vote, and crown one of you Miss Malabunga."

"That's it?" asked Angela.

"That's it" Pumbo smirked, and the girls 
let out a snigger.

"Come!" he cried. "The heroes of Malabunga 
await, and they demand their entertainment. 
And entertain them you will, or else!" This 
inspiring little speech was punctuated with 
a sizzle of the whip through the air.

Pumbo waddled past the slavegirls, up a 
short flight of steps and through a door. A 
moment later Nicola heard a drunken roar 
that sounded like several dozen men 
cheering at once. The girls clustered at 
the bottom of the stairwell, listening. 
Pumbo was launching into his spiel, but as 
it was all in Malabunganese Nicola couldn't 
understand it. Every so often Pumbo's voice 
would rise in pitch and be drowned out in 
lecherous laughter. The other girls had, in 
the course of their captivity, picked up a 
few words of their owner's language and 
from their reaction it sounded like Pumbo's 
material was a little blue.

"I do declare," giggled Charlotte, fanning 
herself and blushing.

"What?" Nicola asked.

"It loses a little in translation, but 
Master Pumbo has just insinuated that white 
women are... rather partial to the amorous 
attentions of farm animals."

Suddenly, Pumbo switched to English. "And 
now, brave warriors, for your pleasure, I 
give you the contestants vying for the 
coveted title Miss Malabunga!"

More hollering from the unseen crowd. 
Despite herself, Nicola was flushed with 
excitement. She was a born exhibitionist 
and loved performing before an audience, so 
the thought of getting up before a group of 
cheering men did appeal to her. 

Maybe she was wrong? Maybe this was just a 
little innocent beauty contest put on for 
the benefit of a few otherwise-bored 
soldiers?

While Nicola was daydreaming, Pumbo called 
out Susan's name. With a few words of 
encouragement from the others, the prim, 
blonde little English rose scampered up the 
stairwell and disappeared through the door. 
The noise her entrance made was deafening.

Nicola stood with the others, straining to 
hear what was going on. It was mostly just 
a haze of noise, men cheering and laughing, 
with some yelling in Malabunganese. This 
went on for several minutes before Pumbo's 
voice bellowed out over the top of it:

"Let's hear it for Susan, a damn fine piece 
of ass and a credit to her race! Next up 
from Georgia, USA, comes a girl with tits 
you could ski down. Charlotte!"

With a shriek of delight, Charlotte dashed 
up the stairs, her mammoth boobs bouncing 
under her tiny bikini. As she disappeared 
through the door, yet another roar of 
salacious delight accompanied her.

And so it went on, each of the eager 
slavegirls called out in order, and each of 
them disappearing through those doors, 
until only Nicola and Angela were left.

The raven-haired beauty stood with her 
hands on her shapely hips, exuding an air 
of superiority. "So, Knickers, you won't be 
too jealous when I'm crowned Miss Malabunga 
and you're not?"

Nicola knew that this wasn't the time or 
place for their usual competitive 
relationship but she couldn't help a 
burning desire to win the contest just to 
put snooty Angela's nose out of joint. She 
opened her mouth to make a cutting reply 
when suddenly Pumbo's voice rang out:

"Our next contestant is a young lady new to 
Malabunga and it's innovative race 
relations policies. I know that you'll all 
do your best to make her feel welcome. 
Please put your hands together for Nicola!"

Trying to take that intro purely at face 
value, Nicola took a deep breath, adjusted 
her bikini top so that her boobs were 
covered as much as possible, tugged on her 
g-string so that it was firmly wedged 
between her ass cheeks, and made her way up 
the stairs and through that mysterious 
door.

The moment she stepped through, Nicola was 
overwhelmed by blinding bright lights and 
the raucous noise arising from her agitated 
audience. She stood there dumbfounded for a 
second or two before she managed to get her 
bearings.

She was standing on a stage, of sorts. 
Except it wasn't really that high and she 
was well within groping distance of the 
crowd. The lights were brighter than she 
expected, and Nicola had to put her hand to 
her brow to get a good look at them. 

There were at least 50 of them. Big, black 
men, each of them stripped to the waist and 
glistening with sweat. They were all 
crammed into the small 'Hall of Heroes', 
clustered around the stage, staring up at 
Nicola in much the same way a hungry man 
drools over a steak. Nicola, dressed in 
nothing but her skimpy little bikini, felt 
small and vulnerable in front of those big 
strong boys.

From speakers came the booming sound of 
African music, heavy with a pulsing drum 
beat. Nicola realized she was supposed to 
dance. Slowly, tentatively, she began to 
undulate her body. 

The music washed over her. Nicola 
surrendered herself willingly to the 
African rhythms, unlike the way she 
resisted surrendering herself to these 
African men. She writhed her luscious body 
to the beat, gyrating lewdly for the 
benefit of her bawling audience. Her boobs 
bounced wildly with every step, threatening 
to spill out of the miniscule bikini top, 
and part of Nicola wished they would. 

Nicola danced her way down the stage, 
wiggling her ass, a sea of black hands 
reaching out to stroke her. Nicola laughed, 
turning, daring them to do so. As she did 
so she noticed Pumbo scowling and 
frantically gesturing at her. A split 
second later Nicola glanced over at the 
other girls and realized what he was trying 
to tell her.

The four of them were standing in a row, 
posing like models with hands on hips, one 
leg pointed out in front of them, chest 
thrust out. And they were grinning, 
obviously enjoying themselves. All of them- 
Susan, Marie, Charlotte and Isabella, each 
had something blue dangling off their 
left arm.

It was their bikinis.

The four slavegirls were standing there on 
stage completely naked. Under those hot 
stage lights they had begun to sweat, and 
their delectable bodies glistened with 
moisture. Nicola gaped at them, utterly 
exposed, bare breasts pert and four little 
muffs trimmed into landing strips (as 
Prince Seseke demanded).

That was what Pumbo wanted from her. This 
was not just a regular beauty contest, this 
was a strip show! There wasn't much Nicola 
could do about it even if she wanted to. 
Carried away by the music, the roar of the 
crowd, the excitement, Nicola was seized by 
a desire to strip nude too.

Without a hint of shame, Nicola turned back 
to face the men of the royal guard. Still 
dancing she reached behind her back, her 
delicate fingers tugging at the knot that 
held her bikini top in place. The material 
fell away, but before it could fall off 
completely Nicola caught it and held it 
loosely in place. Smirking naughtily, she 
danced on, her bikini top hanging loosely 
against her impressive tits. 

Looking down on the men, teasing them, was 
like a reversal of power for Nicola. Here 
she was, the slavegirl, their plaything, 
but as she slowly peeled her clothes for 
them Nicola realized they were slaves to 
their own lust. They chanted over and over 
again in English, "Tits! Tits! Tits!"

The thought made the adorable Aussie 
starlet laugh out loud with glee. Time to 
give them what they wanted!

Like a spokesmodel on a gameshow, Nicola 
posed on the stage. Slowly she pulled away 
the top, revealing her twin globes for the 
men. They roared in unison, stamping their 
feet. Nicola was so excited now her breath 
was racing, causing her bare boobs to heave 
up and down, much to her audience's 
delight.

But there was still more to come. Nicola 
reached for the tiny strip of blue, the 
only thing standing between her salivating 
pussy and those baying black men.

Enough with the teasing, she thought. 
Nicola wanted to do something with impact!

She grabbed the bikini bottoms in both 
hands and yanked. There was a brief sound 
of ripping before they came away 
completely, nothing more than shreds of 
cloth.

Howls of approval arose from the assembled 
Africans, their grinning faces turned up 
toward her. The naked Nicola stood panting 
with exhilaration for a moment or two, 
basking in the glow of their adoration, 
before she retired downstage with the other 
girls and posed next to them with her 
bikini draped over her arm.

"Our final contestant tonight for Miss 
Malabunga is a stuck-up little American 
girl who has yet to fully appreciate her 
new station in life. Hopefully, we can 
change all that tonight. Please welcome, 
Angela!"

The door swung open and in sauntered 
Angela. Ever the professional, the bitchy 
beauty strode onstage with an obviously 
fake smile plastered across her face. When 
the sight of her howling Negro audience hit 
her that phony look faltered somewhat and 
Angela looked distinctly queasy.

For a moment Nicola felt a surge of 
satisfaction at Angela's distress. But this 
quickly dissolved into sympathy. They were 
in this together.

Angela struggled to recover from that 
initial shock. Once again the music started 
and Angela tried to dance, wiggling her ass 
for the guardsmen. But she was not the most 
accomplished dancer at the best of times. 
Nicola watched as she tried to shimmy her 
lithe, bikini-clad body down the stage. The 
raven-haired beauty was already sweating 
with anxiety, her muscular body glistening 
under the lights. Slowly, awkwardly, she 
danced towards those hands that were 
reaching up to stroke her snowy white 
flesh.

Angela didn't linger too long near for the 
audience to get a good grope. Blushing 
profusely she turned to make her way back 
up the stage. It was then she caught sight 
of Nicola and the other girls, standing 
naked in a row. Angela stopped short and 
let out an audible gasp.

This was met with hoots of delight from her 
black spectators, who seemed to be enjoying 
her obvious discomfort more than the 
willing shows the other girls had put on. 
The chorus they took up had a jeering 
quality to it: "Tits! Tits! Tits!"

Pumbo, however, was not amused. "Strip!" he 
roared. Angela froze, shaking her head. 
Pumbo's arm snapped out and the whip 
sizzled against her bare thigh. 

Angela let out a squeal of pain and tried 
to retreat but there was nowhere to go.

"OK, OK," she pleaded. A whoop of 
triumphant glee erupted from the men. Pumbo 
merely glowered at her, brandishing the 
whip in case of more reluctance.

Angela turned back to her audience. Slowly, 
she began to untie her bikini string. The 
guardsmen all craned forward, not wanting 
to miss a moment of her little show. 
Angela's fumbling fingers finally got the 
skimpy garment loose and it popped free 
from her small, pointy breasts.

Although Angela's career as a Hollywood 
starlet meant she was no stranger to 
dancing naked in front of a crowd, unlike 
Nicola she usually had a more mercenary 
motive than just because she was enjoying 
herself. So, her perky little tits pointing 
out at the salivating men, Angela tried to 
dance for their leering pleasure.

"All the way!" barked Pumbo. Angela jumped. 
The tiny blue bikini bottoms were the only 
thing separating those hungry black eyes 
from her pussy. But she complied 
nevertheless, again fumbling with the 
complicated knots that concealed her 
modesty.

Angela closed her eyes and let the garment 
slip away, cheers and applause greeting her 
acquiescence to their eager demands. 
Finally, the music came to an end and 
Angela was able to scuttle back and stand 
next to Nicola.

"Ok," she whispered, "This is one contest I 
don't care about winning."

Pumbo raised his hands to settle the 
excited guardsmen. "Now that you've seen 
the contestants in all their glory it's 
time for you, brave heroes of Malabunga to 
decide which of these beauties shall have 
the honor of being crowned."

The men of the audience started whispering 
to each other in low voices, occasionally giving 
out a booming laugh. Pumbo moved behind the 
girls. Nicola felt herself tense, not so 
much in hope of winning but a funny feeling 
she really didn't want to win this contest! 

Pumbo moved to the end of the line and held 
his hand over Susan's head. "Alright 
gentlemen, let's hear your appreciation for 
contestant #1, the prim English rose with 
an insatiable hunger for black cock!"

Susan grinned as if to sheepishly 
acknowledge the truth of Pumbo's 
description. The applause for her was 
respectable if a little restrained.

"Brothers, contestant #2. The forefathers 
of our American brethren were slaves to her 
forefathers. Now she's our slave! How's 
that for progress? Give it up for our tasty 
Georgia peach."

If Charlotte showed any embarrassment at 
being sniggered about so openly by these 
black men she didn't show it. Instead she 
waved excited to the clapping crowd, 
obviously hoping to win.

"Contestant #3, from Italy, her hobbies 
include fashion, music, and being a bitch-
slut for whatever black cock is closest to 
hand!"

Likewise, Isabella accepted Pumbo's jibe as 
if it was a compliment.

"The fatter the better for contestant #4. 
Put this little beauty on your cock and 
hear her scream for more."

Marie giggled with delight at this. As her 
applause echoed through the hall of heroes, 
Nicola braced herself for whatever 
'flattering' remark Pumbo was going to make 
about her.

His dark hand hovered ominously over her 
chestnut-colored hair. Pumbo seemed to 
sense her anxiety and deliberately drew the 
moment out.

"Now, my brothers of the Royal Guard, 
contestant #5 is something a little 
special. As I said, she is a newcomer both 
to the harem and the Miss Malabunga 
contest. Now, my sweet little treasure, how 
about telling us all what prize the winner 
of this contest will receive?"

A hush fell over the hall. All of the men 
stared at Nicola, smirking.

"Um, I don't know," she replied in a small 
voice. This was met with peals of raucous 
laughter.

"You hear that, boys?" taunted Pumbo. "She 
doesn't know!" Pumbo gently stroked her 
cheek. "What do you think it is, hmm? A new 
car? A pretty new dress?"

Nicola never felt more uncomfortable in her 
entire life. The gorgeous little Aussie was 
onstage, stark naked and being teased. She 
squirmed under their mocking gaze, wishing 
she were anywhere else.

"Perhaps you will win and then you'll find 
out for yourself firsthand!"

The audience reaction Nicola got from this 
little performance easily surpassed any of 
the other girls, and Nicola ruefully 
realized she might just do that after all.

"Last, but not least, contestant #6. Not 
much up here, unfortunately..." Pumbo 
reached around and grabbed Angela's left 
boob, causing her to squeal in indignant 
surprise. "...but I'm sure she can be put 
to use in some capacity." Pumbo finished on 
a lascivious wink that left no-one, least 
of all Angela, in doubt about whatever 
'duties' he was referring to.

This got plenty of hoots and hollers from 
the men. 

"So," cried Pumbo, "we have the finalists, 
our 2 new acquisitions! Come on, boys, it's 
your choice. Which one of these fine pieces 
of ass should we crown Miss Malabunga?"

His hand darted back and forth over Nicola 
and Angela's heads as Pumbo gauged the 
audience's support for each girl. Finally, 
much to Nicola's displeasure, he settled over hers.

"We have a winner!" cried Pumbo. The crowd 
roared their approval. Nicola glanced over 
at the other girls, who were clapping and 
smiling, and (she thought) looking more 
than a little envious. Except for a 
relieved Angela.

Pumbo gently took her by the elbow and led 
her to the center of the stage. Waves of 
applause washed over Nicola, swelling her 
with pride.

Maybe this wasn't so bad after all?

Pumbo produced a small crown and a sash 
that read 'Miss Malabunga'. Nicola was 
absolutely delighted as he draped those 
trophies of office over her nude body. She 
adjusted the sash so that it provided a 
little coverage and gave a cheery wave to 
the crowd.

"Thank-you," Nicola gushed. "Now, what do I 
really win?"

The fat little bureaucrat grinned broadly. 
"This," he smirked.

Quicker than Nicola could've imagined, 
Pumbo's chubby hands darted out and gave 
her a shove. With a squeak of surprise the 
starlet lurched forward and fell off the 
stage. The assembled guardsmen were 
obviously waiting for this because they 
caught her easily and, with a shout of 
victory, hoisted the naked Nicola into the 
air.

Nicola wriggled furiously but there was 
nothing she could do. Several strong black 
hands were clamped around her arms and 
legs. Any sense of decorum the Miss 
Malabunga Beauty Contest might've had went 
out the window, and the audience/judges 
quite freely groped Nicola's bare ass and 
squeezed her heaving boobs.

The men carried her across the Hall of 
Heroes towards what looked suspiciously 
like a bench with stirrups. Nicola was laid 
down on her back with her legs yanked far 
apart and locked into place in the 
stirrups. Her hands were pulled back behind 
her head and likewise shackled in place. 
She was still wearing the 'Miss Malabunga' 
sash, and someone retrieved her crown from 
the floor and daintily placed it on 
Nicola's head.

Not for the first time since arriving in 
Malabunga, Nicola found herself forced into 
a very exposed position. Looking down the 
length of her body, Nicola could see her 
juicy pink pussy open and vulnerable to 
whatever the guardsmen had in mind. 

As their excited black faces clustered 
around her, Nicola could guess what that 
was.

The Aussie starlet writhed briefly against 
her bonds, but she quickly realized the 
undulations of her glistening naked torso 
only made them more aroused. It was 
probably best, she thought, to just lie 
back and enjoy this.

There was some jabbering in Malabunganese 
and jostling as the guardsmen crowded 
around Nicola's open legs as if she was a 
buffet table. There was a great deal of 
stroking and prodding of Nicola's tender 
parts going on and she began to feel her 
pulse race with desire.

One of the men- a particularly large brute 
who must've had some seniority- positioned 
himself in the prime spot right between 
Nicola's thighs. A meaty black paw pushed 
inside her. Nicola let out a gasp as his 
fingers went to work on her pussy, slipping 
between her salivating lips and gently 
fingering her labia.

That got the starlet panting in no time. 
Her black paramour grinned in simple 
delight at the reaction he was able to 
elicit from the captured cutie. He ran one 
finger down the inside of Nicola's cunt 
then raised it dripping wet into the air 
and said something in Malabunganese that 
caused his companions to burst out 
laughing.

Nicola didn't know what he was saying but 
there was only one language she understood 
right now- the language of lust. There were 
hands all around her, squeezing her 
sensitive boobs, caressing her white skin, 
roaming over the most intimate places. 
Despite her imprisonment Nicola was horny 
and she desperately wanted these big black 
boys to fuck her silly.

The starlet began to wriggle against her 
bonds again, but this time she wasn't 
trying to escape. The chorus of whimpers 
and moans that escaped her succulent lips 
let everyone know Nicola was coming around 
to their way of thinking.

The big guy kicked off his red silk pants. 
Nicola glimpsed the monster rearing up from 
between his legs (and hers!) and gasped. If 
Prince Seseke thought he was something 
special, he should take the time to 
'inspect' his guards. Not for the first 
time, the adorable Aussie marveled at how 
wonderful the Negro cock was.

A hush fell across the men, and the Hall of 
Heroes was quiet except for the sound of 
Nicola's rapid breathing. The head of her 
would-be lover's penis glistened in the dim 
light. Maneuvering the beast with both 
hands he pressed that moist helmet against 
Nicola's bare thigh and traced snail-trails 
on her goosepimped flesh.

Nicola shivered. She raised her bum into 
the air as far as her bonds would allow, 
trying to force her cunt toward him, urging 
the giant guardsman to stuff her 
deliciously as soon as possible.

Two big hands hooked underneath Nicola's 
thighs as the guardsman positioned his 
outsized pussy-plunger at the mouth of her 
cunt.

With a clench of his bare buttocks, the 
guardsman eased himself forward, inch by 
inch feeding himself deep inside Nicola. 
She let out a long, shuddering sigh as the 
big black cock slipped in, savoring the 
delicious friction as it slowly scraped 
against the sensitive walls of her joy 
department. Deeper, deeper he entered her, 
stretching out her cunt as more of his dick 
was squeezed inside the quivering starlet. 
Nicola's abdomen squirmed in discomfort as 
she felt herself fit to burst yet there was 
still more of him to go.

Finally, with Nicola feeling like a huge 
salami had been inserted in her, the 
guardsman's balls gently slapped against 
her ass as he bottomed out. His comrades, 
who had been watching the operation with 
silent awe, suddenly broke into a cheer 
that startled Nicola.

Nicola's unnamed lover leaned forward so 
that his vast bulk hung over her and with a 
satisfied grunt he began to fuck her 
vigorously. Held tight by her bonds there 
wasn't much for Nicola to do by lie there 
and enjoy it, although the bondage 
contraption she was shackled to lurched 
precariously as it bore the hefty, 
shuddering weight of her mate.

Urged on by the other guardsmen, he 
continued to pound away at the squealing 
starlet. Thanks to her drooling pussy his 
massive black cock slithered smoothly in 
and out of Nicola, making obscene slurping 
noises with every stroke as if her greedy 
cunt was trying to swallow him whole.

He picked up the pace. Nicola, secured to 
the bench, juddered all the more. This 
violent back-and-forth motion was 
transferred to her boobs, which bounced and 
wobbled on her chest like a couple of 
oversize jellies. The other guardsmen- 
still awaiting their turn- noticed the 
effect momentum was having on her chesty 
charms and watched fascinated, 
occasionally making a no-doubt filthy joke 
in Malabunganese that would set them off 
laughing.

Suddenly, the guardsmen busy fucking her 
let out a deep groan, pressing his hips 
further into Nicola. Deep inside her velvet 
hollow she could feel that mighty cock 
spasm. A moment later Nicola felt that 
rewarding, glowing sensation as her lover 
emptied the contents of his balls inside 
her. A monster this size made for quite a 
gusher and as he pulled out of her his cum 
was still flowing from his prick, spraying 
all over Nicola's rippling belly and down 
her quivering thighs.

Nicola had just a moment to agonize the 
fact that she hadn't cum herself when 
suddenly there was another guardsman 
standing between her splayed legs, his 
black dick nosing its way into her cunt.

Perhaps Nicola should've put up some 
resistance, tried to put the hungry pack of 
men off, but if truth be told all the 
adorable Aussie starlet did was wiggle her 
tush and welcome this new onslaught on her 
dripping cunt with a contented smile.

And so, as guardsmen #2 set to work fucking 
the captive cutie, Nicola lay back against 
the hard bench and let herself drift away 
on a sea of pleasure, as one-by-one the men 
of the Royal Guard took their turn between 
her thighs.

An unconventional prize, but not an 
entirely unwelcome one...

**********

It was a good thing Nicola could spend most 
of the next day soaking in the harem's 
communal bathtub. She was no stranger to 
gangbangs, but the workout the guardsmen 
had given her last night was something 
else! Her cunt had been well and truly 
reamed and was more than a little tender.

She was not alone. Angela was luxuriating 
in the waters next to her. It seemed that 
as Nicola was 'entertaining' the men of the 
Royal Guard last night, Prince Seseke had 
returned early and promptly called for 
Angela. Although the raven-haired beauty 
did not elaborate upon what had taken place 
in the privacy of the royal apartments, 
Nicola guessed it had involved the 
beautifully-crafted set of metal stocks 
that she herself had been acquainted with. 

As clothing was pretty scarce for the 
slavegirls, the unlikely duo were getting 
used to wandering around the sumptuous 
palace buck naked, the sensation of warm 
African air on bare skin, and the lingering 
stares of the male palace servants on their 
naked bodies. How the normally homophobic 
Angela dealt with all of this close, 
intimate female contact Nicola didn't know.

"We have to get out of here," said Angela 
with fire in her eyes. "And soon." She 
shivered, as if recalled the events of last 
night.

Nicola nodded. Although at the time she had 
rather enjoyed her own ordeal  
she knew that she had to get back to 
Hollywood and pick up both her life and her 
career. Despite the beguiling charms of the 
harem, Nicola was destined to be a starlet 
and not a slavegirl.

At least, she hoped she was.

"But how?" Nicola asked. Here they were, 
under lock and key day and night, 
surrounded by guards, and even if they did 
manage to get out of the palace, there was 
no way to get out of Malabunga. They didn't 
even have any clothes!

Nicola picked herself up and out of the 
tub, water streaming down her naked body. 
"If you have any bright ideas," she sighed, 
"I'll be taking a nap."

The adorable Aussie sauntered out of the 
bathroom and into her bedroom. She 
stretched her nude body out on the 
expensive silk sheets. Nicola let out a 
languid moan, lying on her back with her 
legs spread, letting her still tender pussy 
get some cool air.

She felt so utterly comfortable, sprawled 
there with the warmest part of her anatomy 
exposed to the sultry African breezes 
wafting through the palace. Soon she was 
asleep...

As she slept Nicola dreamed. A delicious 
tingling sensation buzzed through her 
pussy, as if a highly experienced set of 
fingers were diddling away down there.

Nicola moaned, a satisfied smile spreading 
across her lips.

As those soft digits worked her over 
Nicola's cunt turned liquid, her juices 
flowing freely down her legs and onto the 
bed. The starlet began to gyrate her hips, 
humping that mysterious hand that was 
giving her such pleasure.

It wasn't long before she was gasping in 
pleasure, furiously humping away. Somewhere 
in the back of Nicola's slumbering mind she 
knew it was only dream but it feel sooooo 
good!

The gasps became screams and the next thing 
Nicola knew she awoke cumming. She took a 
few moments to catch her breath, glancing 
around the bedchamber to make sure no-one 
saw her little performance.

That was weird. Nicola didn't usually have 
naughty dreams, her real sex life was way 
wilder than anything her imagination could 
come up with! But she had indeed dreamt 
someone had wanked her and she had the 
stains to prove it.

Nicola sat up on the bed and leaned forward 
to inspect her swollen cunt. She slipped a 
couple of fingers inside herself. 

She could feel something!

Concealed inside the juicy folds of her 
pussy, Nicola found a small wad of paper. 
She pulled it out, coated in her love-
slime, and opened it up.

Dear Nicola,
A woman like you could never be content 
being Seseke's slavegirl!
You want to escape I can help you. You must 
find a way to get access to the East 
Palace, it provides the best way out.
Bide your time and I will be in contact 
again soon.
-A friend

Nicola gasped. Someone had sneaked into the 
harem and slipped her a secret note! 'A 
friend'- who could that be? Nicola jumped 
off her bed and dashed into Angela's room 
next door.

When she burst in excitedly, Angela was 
lying on her bed. Her fingers were jammed 
in her pussy and she was masturbating 
furiously, accompanied by a cacophony of 
squeals and moans.

Nicola came to an abrupt halt and stared in 
surprise at Angela. It took a moment or two 
for the raven-haired beauty to realize she 
had an audience. Her hand sprang to her 
side as if her cunt was red hot and she turned 
beet red with embarrassment.

"Well..." she said lamely, "there's not a 
lot for us to do around here."

"Never mind," Nicola replied handing over 
the note. "We've got an ally on the 
outside."

"Why's it all sticky?" asked Angela.

"Someone slipped it into my snatch while I 
was sleeping," she said matter-of-factly.

"Ewwwww!" cried Angela, dropping it to the 
floor and frantically wiping her fingers on 
the bedspread.

Nicola ignored her. "All we need is an 
opportunity to get into the East Palace. 
That's the first step to getting out of 
here!"

As it turned out they didn't have long to 
wait. Later that afternoon Susan assembled 
all the harem girls to make an important 
announcement.

"His Highness's conference has gone 
terribly well," she gushed in her oh-so-
prim English accent. "He bragged to all 
the other delegates about his harem of 
gorgeous white girls and many of them were 
very interested in coming to Malabunga to 
see it for themselves."

Uh-oh, sighed Nicola. She knew that another 
orgy was just around the corner. Susan, on 
the other hand, seemed thrilled to be 
telling everyone they were about to pack-
fucked by a bunch of horny black diplomats. 
A murmur of expectation ran through the 
slavegirls, except Nicola and Angela who 
exchanged worried glances.

"There will be a big reception banquet," 
Susan continued, "in which His Highness 
will fete his guests. We shall be there to 
serve all their appetites." She winked and 
grinned at the girls who giggled in glee.

"Will we get to wear clothes for this?" 
interrupted Angela.

"Yes, of course!" cried Susan, clapping her 
hands together. "We'll be putting our 
bodies on display in our sexy little 
slavegirl outfits."

Nicola was pleased to hear that. Not so 
much because she'd finally be putting an 
end to wandering around naked but because 
she really did like wearing that costume.

"Where will the banquet be held?" asked 
Isabella, her eyes shining in anticipation 
of being butt-fucked by her master's 
friends.

"The East Palace of course!" Susan replied.

Nicola pricked up her ears at that. The 
East Palace! For the benefit of the two new 
girls Susan explained. It was one of the 
most splendid and opulent parts of the 
Prince's palace, overlooking the beautiful 
Rusama River as it snaked its way into the 
dark jungle heart of Africa. It was also 
right next to the palace's private 
airfield, which is why it was used to greet 
important visitors.

As the girls eagerly hurried about making 
preparations for the banquet, Nicola and 
Angela set about planning to escape.

**********

Nicola's first visit to the East Palace was 
to help arrange the banquet chamber. The 
stunning starlet was becoming less self-
conscious being nude in the palace, and as 
she entered the impressive hall she felt no 
shame at being naked in a room full of 
clothed black people.

Most of them were servants bustling about 
their royal tasks. Nicola's bare white skin 
made her conspicuous in the crowd, and she 
felt many a hungry roving eye taking in her 
exquisite body.

And not just eyes- as Nicola eased her way 
past two men carrying a huge floral 
centerpiece she felt the unmistakable 
feeling of a hand pinching her ass. She 
gave a squeal and spun around to see who it 
was but in this host of people there was no 
end of likely perpetrators. 

Rubbing her sore bottom Nicola realized 
that any one of these guys could be her 
mysterious ally. She made her way across 
the chamber trying to ignore the number of 
men who 'accidentally' bumped into her 
swinging boobs or brushed against her 
succulent ass. When Nicola would turn to 
confront her groper she would be met with a 
grinning black face and, realizing that as 
a white girl in Malabunga, there was 
nothing she could do about it.

Suddenly, from the direction of the 
kitchens, a voice bawled out:

"Where is that lazy-ass white bitch got 
herself too!?"

Nicola scuttled over to where that harpy-
like shriek had come from, her tits 
bouncing with every hurried footfall. 
There, standing in the doorway to the 
kitchen, was a monstrously imposing figure.

She was a woman, of sorts. Rolls of fat 
hung off her body, barely concealed inside 
a red and white blouse and skirt. Her 
bloated... 'face' (for wont of a better 
word) was twisted into a bitter scowl as 
she scanned the great hall for signs of the 
slavegirl that had been assigned to her. In 
one meaty paw she wielded a wooden batter-
spoon that looked like a trunk of Redwood. 
This was the formidable Madame Kunte, 
mistress of the East Palace kitchens.

For a moment Nicola gaped at the black 
ogress. She must've weighted more than half 
the harem put together. Each of her fleshy 
arms was thicker than Nicola's waist. Then 
she adopted a meeker stance and gave a 
little curtsey. "Here, Madame Kunte."

"Not 'Kun-tay'," the fat slag corrected 
her. "Kun-t. The e is silent"

Nicola gallantly suppressed the urge to 
giggle. "Yes, Madame Kunte."

The 'lady' put her hands on her massive 
hips and shook her head. "What do you think 
you are? Skinny as a rake but tits like 
over-ripe watermelons. But I guess His 
Highness like his bitches that way. 
Probably fake, too, all you American sluts 
have fake titties."

"Actually," Nicola interjected, "I'm 
Australian not American."

With a shuddering of flab, Madame Kunte's 
right arm lashed out at Nicola and the 
wooden spoon landed with a thwack on her 
bare backside. Nicola yelped in pain, 
throwing her hands behind her to protect 
her tender rump.

"None of your cheek, you little bimbo," 
Madame Kunte growled, brandishing the 
spoon.

"Yes ma'am," said Nicola submissively, 
lowering her head. A few of the other 
kitchen hands paused, enjoying the 
spectacle of someone- a white someone- 
getting chewed out by Madame Kunte.

"Well, let's get that tiny little white ass 
of yours to work. Prove it ain't just good 
for getting porked by some big black dick, 
na?" Madame Kunte laughed raucously, 
setting all seven of her jowls wobbling. 
Nicola blushed furiously.

The pretty prisoner was soon put to work. 
As she was a prized possession of Prince 
Seseke the labor was pretty light and 
didn't involve anything that might blemish 
her skin. Madame Kunte gave her a list of 
items that needed to be brought from the 
big storeroom into the pantry next to the 
kitchens.

Having a completely nude white girl walking 
around proved to be a distraction to the 
black staff but no-one seemed to mind too 
much. As the task of carrying groceries 
occupied both her hands Nicola was helpless 
to defend herself against any passing grope 
that might be visited upon her luscious 
body. It wasn't long before Nicola was hot 
and flustered, blushing from her forehead 
to her bare boobs.

Nicola at least took the opportunity to get 
a good look around. Through one of the 
(few) windows, she could look across 
towards the airfield on the edge of the 
jungle. Although it was only a few hundred 
yards away it might as well be miles, as 
the kitchens and storerooms were entirely 
enclosed and there seemed to be no way out 
of the palace from here.

However, Nicola did notice that there was a 
sort of alleyway that ran alongside the 
palace between the kitchens and some rather 
ugly sheds. Craning her head out the 
window, Nicola spied a vent that emerged 
from the side of the building. If she could 
find the other end of that vent in the 
kitchens she'd have a way out!

Of course, leaning out of the window like 
that put Nicola's ass temptingly on 
display. The saucy starlet was still 
examining the outside of the building when 
she suddenly felt a sharp smack across her 
bottom. With a squeal of pain she jumped 
back inside.

"What you think you doing?" demanded Madame 
Kunte, wielding the fearsome wooden spoon 
that had so recently been used to assault 
Nicola's posterior.

"I was just... admiring the view," Nicola 
replied, rubbing her stinging ass. It 
seemed that this, of all her adventures, 
involved the most amount of violence 
inflicted upon her poor bare bottom!

Madame Kunte eyed her suspiciously. "Time 
to take a break now. Go into the kitchen 
for your lunch." She turned ponderously and 
waddled away, her massive buttocks slapping 
together like a couple of bumper-cars.

Nicola sat alone at one of the tables 
munching away on a sandwich. The rest of 
the staff sat far away from her, 
occasionally looking in her direction and 
tittering.

She was just finishing up when Madame Kunte 
waddled into the kitchens and eased her 
vast bulk into a large wicker chair that 
sat in one corner. She sat there like an 
obese queen surveying her miniature 
kingdom.

Nicola couldn't help but stare, Madame 
Kunte was one of the most repulsive people 
she'd ever seen. Take all the slimiest 
producers in Hollywood, lump them all 
together into a single blob, and the 
resulting creature wouldn't be half as fat 
and disgusting as the mistress of the East 
Palace kitchens.

Madame Kunte caught Nicola's eye and gave 
an evil grin. "Slut," she called out, 
beckoning with her spoon. "Come here."

Nervously, Nicola stood up and walked over 
to her. "Y-yes, Mistress?"

"As you can see, Madame Kunte ain't got no 
footstool upon which to rest her weary 
feet. Get down on your hands and knees."

Horrified, Nicola realized what she had in 
mind. But there was nothing she could do 
about it. Slowly, she sunk down to the 
floor and crouched in front of Madame Kunte 
on all fours, her big boobs hanging down 
underneath her.

Cackling with glee, Madame Kunte kicked off 
her shoes to reveal two fat, scarred, 
bunioned lumps of flesh that might've once 
been feet. They gave off such a stench that 
Nicola was almost knocked over.

She braced herself as Madame Kunte none too 
gently plonked her feet on Nicola's bare 
back. "Ahhh!" sighed the obese Negress. 
"Dis is de life!"

The rest of the kitchen staff erupted into 
laughter, enjoying the spectacle of Madame 
Kunte tormenting the naked slavegirl. The 
sight of the Westerner, naked and kneeling 
on the floor with Madame Kunte's feet 
resting on her was the best entertainment 
they'd seen in ages and they milked every 
moment of it. Nicola blushed, and just 
concentrated on the thought of the freedom 
that would soon be hers...

Mercifully, lunch was short. Madame 
Kunte eventually got her feet off Nicola 
and she was able to get up from the floor 
and go back to work. 

Nicola made her way back to the storeroom. 
She stood in the dim light looking up at 
the walls. After a short search she found 
what she was looking for: a vent.

She clambered over a couple of steps to get 
a closer look. It was covered by a metal 
grille that, after a few tugs, came away.

Nicola set the grille aside and peered into 
the darkness. Much to her disappointment, 
Nicola realized the vent was very narrow. 
Glancing around to make sure no-one was 
watching, she experimented by shoving her 
head and shoulders inside. With a sigh of 
relief, Nicola discovered she would fit- 
but only just.

"Where that girl got to?" she heard Madame 
Kunte bellow. Quickly Nicola replaced the 
grille over the vent. "Just coming!" she 
cried back.

There was only one thing left that needed 
to be brought down to the pantry- a big bag 
of flour. Nicola hefted the heavy load into 
her arms and stumbled out of the storeroom 
with her burden.

Nicola didn't get very far down the 
corridor when suddenly something (or 
someone) tripped her up. With a squeal of 
shock she tumbled ass-over-tits and landed 
face-forward on top of the bag of flour. 

The force of her crash caused the bag to 
explode, white powder flying everywhere- 
most of it onto Nicola herself.

The adorable Aussie lay dazed on the floor, 
her naked body liberally coated with flour. 
From all around her came the sound of 
laughter. But then a shadow fell over her, 
as if an enormous bulk was blocking out the 
sun.

"What the hell you think you doing now?" 
Madame Kunte demanded. She looked at the 
mess Nicola was sitting in the middle of 
and her piggy little eyes narrowed. "Why 
you dump all that flour all over yerself? 
You think no-one notice, neh?"

Nicola tried to stammer a reply but Madame 
Kunte wasn't interested. She shook her 
head. "Stupid white bimbo! Only good for 
fucking. You get out of here now, go back 
to harem."

Laughter ringing in her ears Nicola got up 
from the floor and made a fruitless attempt 
to clean the flour off her body.

"You go now!" yelled Madame Kunte and aimed 
a particularly vicious blow with the wooden 
spoon on Nicola's dusty ass. With both her 
self-esteem and her backside smarting, 
Nicola fled the kitchens.

**********

"God, manual labor! Don't they realize a 
woman of my caliber doesn't waste her 
talents doing menial work?" moaned Angela.

Nicola stood with her back to a mirror, 
examining her exquisite ass for signs of 
bruising. Angela reclined lazily on the bed 
complaining about the work she had to do. 
Nicola wasn't really listening to her very 
much but that didn't stop the bitchy 
beauty.

"I mean look at these hands! Are these the 
sort of hands you just throw away on grunt 
work?"

Nicola carefully appraised the condition of 
her firm buttocks. As a model it was always 
important to look her best, and her ass was 
no exception. She dreaded to think that 
Madame Kunte may've permanently damaged one 
of her best assets.

Thankfully, apart from being covered in 
flour, she was fine.

"What did they make you do again?" Nicola 
asked absently.

Angela rolled her eyes theatrically. 
"Flower arranging."

Nicola was just finishing her inspection 
when she noticed something clenched between 
her cheeks. She reached behind her and 
plucked it out. 

"It's another note!"

"Yuck," said Angela. "Whoever this person 
is they have an unhealthy obsession with 
your bodily orifices."

Dear Nicola-
Good work on finding a way out through the 
storerooms. 
You must escape during the banquet.
I will have a plane fuelled and ready to 
leave.
Good luck!

So, thought Nicola, they had a way of out 
Malabunga. Now all they how to was escape 
the palace...

**********

If she didn't know they were all captive 
slavegirls, Nicola would've sworn she was 
hanging out with a bunch of naughty co-eds. 
As they got ready for the banquet the girls 
giggled, gossiped, swapped makeup tips and 
cooed over each other's outfits.

They were all dressed in the same slavegirl 
outfits Nicola and Angela had been made to 
wear when they first arrived. Although the 
kidnapped starlets now finally had 
something to wear it really wasn't all much 
of an improvement. The daring little 
costumes were obviously designed not to 
cover up but show off the wearer's body.

Nicola slipped the gold belt around her 
middle, adjusted it so that it was tight 
against her trim tummy. Next, she took a 
length of gauzy chiffon, folded it and 
slipped it under and over the belt, making 
a sort of loose, hanging veil to cover her 
crotch. 

Behind her, Susan did the same with a 
second slip of material, providing scant 
cover for her bare ass.

Next came the 'top', another piece of 
almost-transparent silk that was wound 
loosely around Nicola's generous boobs. As 
before it not only did little to conceal 
but provided no support so Nicola's tits 
would bob and jiggle with the slightest 
move. This would cause her nipples to brush 
against the soft fabric in a way that the 
adorable Aussie found mouth-wateringly 
good. By the time they put her heels on 
Nicola was feeling rather horny.

Angela was less enthusiastic about wearing 
the revealing little outfit, but then again 
she didn't fill it out quite as well as 
Nicola did.

Their heels tapping on the marble floors, 
the girls made their way to the East Palace 
where the banquet was already well under 
way.

They arrived at the entrance to the banquet 
hall where Pumbo and a squad of guards 
awaited them. 

"You will enter when told," the fat little 
official informed them. "And don't forget 
to do anything and everything to amuse our 
guests. They are His Highness's peers. If 
one of you fails to perform your duties I 
will personally see to your punishment."

"Don't worry Master Pumbo," Susan replied. 
"We're ready to serve the Prince with all 
our talents."

Nicola strained to hear what was going on 
inside the banquet hall. She could hear a 
deep, powerful voice- undoubtedly Prince 
Seseke- but couldn't quite make out what he 
was saying. Suddenly, he was drowned out 
but a burst of raucous laughter that 
must've come from his guests. It made 
Nicola remember the 'beauty contest' she 
had so recently won.

"Now, enter," ordered Pumbo. The guards 
swung open the double doors that led into 
the banquet hall. With their heads held 
high, the slavegirls marched into the 
chamber.

It was definitely a memorable entrance. 
Seated around the banquet table were ten 
elegant black men, a rogue's gallery of 
monarchs, presidents and prime ministers 
from various African nations. As the girls 
entered they were greeted with eager 
applause as each of those men turned their 
ogling gaze on Prince Seseke's collection 
of white slavegirls.

Smiling demurely, the scantily-clad girls 
paraded through the banquet hall making 
sure the guests got a good eyeful of their 
charms, barely concealed by their wispy 
little outfits. Nicola took the opportunity 
to glance around. Scimitar-wielding guards 
manned all of the exits, except of course 
for the archway that led through to the 
kitchens. But she was careful not to arouse 
any suspicions (dicks yes, suspicions no), 
so Nicola maintained her smile and fixed 
her attention on the men she was supposed 
to serve.

Flaunting her gorgeous body, Nicola felt 
that familiar thrill of exhibitionism. Her 
cheeks flushed and her already-impressive 
bosom swelled with pride to see all those 
eager eyes roving over her body. But the 
starlet had to remind herself that this was 
definitely not the life for her, she would 
be equally happy showing off her bare ass 
for a roomful of Hollywood producers and 
the rewards would be more tangible.

The girls arranged themselves in a circle 
around the table, posing like models so 
that the guests could get a better look at 
them. Nicola found herself standing next to 
a withered old black man who couldn't have 
been more than five foot tall, peering at 
her through a pair of spectacles.

"Ahh..." he murmured, reaching out to 
stroke Nicola's bare thigh. "I've always 
thought that all of the world's problems 
were caused because women were allowed to wear pants."

Nicola's heart fluttered at the sensation 
of his hand on her skin. The old coot 
didn't look like much but he carried 
himself like a natural-born ruler, and if 
there was one thing guaranteed to open 
Nicola's legs it was power.

"Are they really all your slaves?" asked a 
tall, elegant fellow who was eyeing up 
Charlotte's boobs.

"Of course!" beamed Prince Seseke. "Each of 
these white beauties has been trained to be 
subservient to her black masters. Go ahead! 
Enjoy yourself."

The guest turned back to Charlotte and 
plunged his hand into her cleavage. Apart 
from a slight gasp the Southern Belle 
didn't complain. In a moment they were all 
exploring the girls, testing the limits of 
their servility, and the hall was drowned 
in excited babbling. Nicola's admirer's 
hand slipped under the lick of silk 
covering her ass and gave her an 
affectionate pat. "I look forward to 
discussing what reparations white Europeans 
owe we black Africans, my dear," he said 
with a leer.

"Gentlemen, gentlemen," Prince 
Seseke called for attention. "Now that 
you've got a good look at the succulent 
dishes on the menu tonight, perhaps you'd 
like to begin our meal."

The guests laughed, and it was time for the 
girls to act as waitresses for the banquet. 
They made their way into the kitchens, 
where the formidable Madame Kunte was 
bawling instructions to her staff. 
Thankfully, the ogress was too busy 
to waste time spanking Nicola, so her tasty 
ass remained unmolested for now.

First course was soup. The girls were 
paired up, one of them carried the steaming 
bowl while the other was on ladle duty. 
Nicola was teamed with Angela (of course) 
and the captive cuties returned to the 
banquet hall to serve their masters.

With her hands full, Nicola had little 
chance to fend off the wandering hands that 
went straight for her tender nether regions 
as they served the soup. All she could do 
was blush and accept their gropes with 
good grace. As Nicola stood next to one man 
in a dashiki (a lucky coincidence for him 
that he was ethnically able to wear the 
garment, as he was too grossly fat to wear 
anything else) a probing hand made straight 
for her joy department. The loincloth-like 
strip of silk offered little resistance, 
and in a second the stranger had slipped a 
couple of fingers deep into the moistest 
part of Nicola's anatomy. 

The starlet squealed in surprise, throwing 
up her hands. The bowl of hot soup went 
flying into the air, landing with a crash 
onto the expensive lace tablecloth. Liquid 
splashed in all directions, splattering 
most of the guests.

"Oops," said Nicola in a tiny voice.

Everyone turned to look at her in surprise. 
To Nicola it felt like an eternity as the 
entire hall stared at her. Then they burst 
out laughing- all of them except fatty-
dashiki.

"What do you think you are doing?!" he 
bellowed.

"S-sorry, sir," Nicola stammered.

"Seseke! Is this how you allow your guests 
to be treated in your own palace?"

The Prince was obviously more amused than 
angry. "I'm sorry, Mr. President, that one 
has a particularly rebellious streak. It 
adds to her other, more obvious charms."

His guest still quivered with rage. "I 
demand you punish this clumsy bimbo right 
now."

Prince Seseke stroked his beard 
thoughtfully, and then grinned devilishly. 
"I have just the thing in mind..." He 
motioned to the guards and before Nicola 
knew it two pairs of beefy black hands had 
seized her. In what was no doubt a well-
rehearsed maneuver, they grabbed her meager 
clothing and a few rips later, Nicola was 
completely naked with a few shred of silk 
lying at her feet.

"Bring in my stocks!" Seseke called, and 
another set of guards jumped to obey.

There was nothing Nicola could do as the 
hateful artifact of humiliation was brought 
into the banquet hall. The floral 
centerpiece was removed and the stocks set 
up in their place. The hapless starlet 
looked up balefully at the restraints: a 
fearsome skeleton-like metal frame that 
reminded Nicola uncomfortably of some kind 
of an overgrown insect.

She was manhandled up onto the table and 
clamped into the mount. Although normally 
she loved the limelight, this wasn't 
exactly the way Nicola liked to be the 
center of attention. She was forced down 
into a bent-over position, her ass sticking 
out and her boobs hanging down beneath her. 
Nicola's face burned crimson as she felt 
Prince Seseke and his guests staring  
in unashamed delight at her predicament, 
lapping up the spectacle of the gorgeous 
white girl chained up.

"Now, for the punishment!" cried the 
dashiki'd President, who was all for 
jumping onto the table and metering it out 
himself.

"No!" commanded Seseke with surprising 
force. His guest slumped sheepishly back 
into his chair. "We shall enjoy a civilized 
meal first," the Prince continued in much 
smoother tones. "And then we shall be about 
our business with this naughty slavegirl."

Nicola realized that Seseke wanted his 
guests to enjoy her discomfort for as long 
as possible. She squirmed helplessly but 
the metal held her tender flesh tight. 
Angela cast her a furious glance, how were 
they supposed to escape with her shackled 
up? There was nothing for it but to 
wait and see how it all played out.

The rest of the dinner was surprisingly 
urbane. A passing stranger would, at first 
glance, see a group of black men enjoying 
an excellent meal and some good 
conversation, who just happened to be 
served by scantily clad white women, and 
were seated around a beautiful girl locked 
into a set of metal stocks in a very 
compromising position.

It was probably the most uncomfortable meal 
Nicola had ever attended in her life...

The courses proceeded quickly. Although her 
head was held face down, Nicola could crane 
her neck upwards and glance around at her 
audience, noting that they were eying her 
up hungrily.

With the main course finished, one of the 
white-clad servants approached Prince 
Seseke and whispered in his ear. A broad 
smile spread across his thick lips and he 
clapped his hands together. "An excellent 
suggestion!"

"What is it, Seseke?" demanded the 
aggrieved President, no doubt impatient to 
get to work on Nicola.

"There is still one course left!" cried the 
Prince. "It seems one of our white sluts 
has exercised what little brains she 
possesses and made a suggestion as to what 
we might like to have for dessert."

With a munificent sweep of his arm, Prince 
Seseke indicated the archway to the 
kitchens. In through the portal paraded his 
five other slavegirls: the elegant Susan, 
the busty Charlotte, the tall, sleek 
Isabella, the petite Marie, and finally 
Nicola's bitchy fellow starlet Angela. 
Still dressed in their scanty slavegirl 
costumes, the girls carried between them 
several heavy vats. The girls set their 
load down on the marble floor and proceeded 
to strip off their clothes to the delight 
of the guests.

"Gentlemen," announced the Prince. "For 
your dining pleasure, I give you what will 
from now on be Malabunga's national 
dessert: slavegirl dipped in honey!"

Charlotte and Isabella both picked up one 
of the vats and upended it over Susan's 
head. It was quite an amusing sight, to see 
her prim little English smile dissolve as 
the torrent of golden, sticky honey oozed 
over. Susan gave a slight squeak of 
surprise as the sweet-smelling goo flowed 
over her naked body. Peeked up at her, 
Nicola had to admit she made a very tasty-
looking dish.

One by one, each of the girls was smothered 
in honey so that their nude bodies 
glistened in the lamplight. Then Angela 
approached Prince Seseke and prostrated 
herself at his feet.

"O great Prince," she said, "even though 
the slavegirl Nicola has disgraced your 
Highness before your guests, would you 
consent to her, too, being lathered in 
honey for the sole purpose of your 
gratification?"

Seseke puffed himself up with pride, 
enjoying being addressed like this by his 
white slavegirls. "It pleases me," he 
announced.

Angela stood up respectfully and, together 
with Marie, they climbed up onto the 
banquet table with the last tub of honey.

"What the hell is going on?" whispered 
Nicola.

"It's the honey," Angela hissed back. 
"It'll help you slip out of the locks."

Before Nicola could pass comment on their 
plan Angela and Marie began pouring the 
sticky syrup all over her. It oozed over 
her chestnut-colored hair, down her pretty 
face and over her shoulders. Nicola 
shivered at the not-unpleasant sensation of 
honey running down her bare boobs.

The girls used their hands to smear the 
gooey mess all over Nicola's naked body, 
working it into every nook and cranny. 
Marie made sure that Nicola's pussy and ass 
was well lubricated with honey, while 
Angela surreptitiously rubbed it into her 
wrists and ankles where the metal clamps 
held her tight. 


Once Nicola was covered in the sticky, 
sweet-smelling liquid, Angela and Marie 
stepped down from the table. 

"Fuck dessert," said the President. "All I 
want is to fuck that dessert." He pointed 
at Nicola and jumped to his feet. Despite 
the limited field of vision her stocks 
afforded her, Nicola would see him staring 
hungrily at her bare ass.

Prince Seseke gave a theatrical sigh. "Well 
brothers? Now that our other appetites are 
sated, perhaps we move on and sample the 
white sweetmeats who have served us so well 
thus far?"

This was greeted with an excited babble of 
approval from the assembled African 
dignitaries, who were doubtless looking 
forward to porking one or more of the saucy 
little slavegirls who had tantalized them 
so much all night.

But it looked very much like the orgy would 
begin with Nicola being very publicly butt-
fucked while locked in the Prince's ornate 
metal stocks. With his tongue hanging out, 
the President made to scramble onto the 
dinner table but a scowl from Seseke sent 
him whimpering like a puppy back to his 
seat. "After me," growled the Prince, "you 
can be first." Despite his love for 
entertaining, Seseke didn't like to share 
his toys with his guests.

Nicola was aware of the Prince climbing up 
onto the table behind her. She remembered 
her first night in Malabunga, when she had 
been in a similar situation in his private 
rooms. But now she had an audience, and 
everywhere Nicola looked she saw a grinning 
black face, expectantly waiting for the 
show to begin.

She glanced over toward the kitchens, the 
direction of freedom. Everyone's attention 
was fixed on the hapless starlet, the 
guests, guards, servants and other 
slavegirls. Taking advantage of this, 
Angela had quietly sidled around by the 
exit. She made a frantic gesture to Nicola, 
indicating it was time they made their 
escape attempt.

There was a rustle behind her, and Nicola 
knew that Prince Seseke had cast off his 
silk pants. Something wet and slimy nuzzled 
against her ass, unmistakably the head of 
the Royal Wang being rubbed against her 
backside, a prelude to the ass-fucking that 
was to come.

Nicola wriggled her honey-coated wrists 
against the metal clamps and was relieved 
to find them starting to slip free. 
Likewise, she felt her ankles slide out of 
the iron circlets that held her in place. 
Thank goodness for shoddy Malabunganese 
workmanship!

Prince Seseke grinned as he eyed up 
Nicola's quivering sphincter. So fresh, so 
tight! Taking his cock in both hands he 
pushed the head against that brown little 
hole, enjoying the sensation of the captive 
cutie's anus reluctantly beginning to open to 
admit the intruder.

The adorable Aussie gave a sharp intake of 
breath as the Prince's dick began to slowly 
penetrate her tender ass. Time to get out 
of here right now!

The guests began to whistle and applaud, 
all pretence of a civilised banquet 
slipping away as the orgy began. The noise 
they were making battered Nicola, making 
her heart pound all the more.

Nicola squeezed her eyes shut and pulled 
her arms back as hard as she could. With a 
slurp-pop her slippery hands burst free 
from the clamps the moment Prince Seseke's 
cock pushed into her back passage. She 
gasped in surprise and stood up straight. 

Upon seeing their prey unexpectedly pop 
free of her bounds, her audience were 
struck dumb. Nicola took the opportunity to 
wrench her feet free from the stocks. While 
everyone was still gaping at her, the 
starlet bounded off the table, Seseke's 
cock slurping free from her butt and 
hanging limply down his leg.

"Run!" Nicola cried to Angela, and the pair 
dashed through into the kitchens. Prince 
Seseke finally came to his senses, 
realizing his tasty like playthings were 
getting away.

"Guards! Grab those slavegirls!"

The pair ran through the kitchens, past 
Madame Kunte and her staff who were just as 
stunned as everyone else. Into the 
storeroom they dashed, Angela wrenching off 
the grille that covered their escape route. 
Nicola paused, hearing the pounding foot-
falls of the guards right behind them.

"You go ahead," Nicola gasped, "I've got an 
idea that'll buy us some time."

As the slippery, nude Angela slithered into 
the vent, Nicola turned and hollered into 
the kitchen:

"Oi! Madame Cunt! Your cooking smells worse 
than your feet, yer fat slag!"

The obese kitchen mistress turned purple 
with rage. With a bellow, she surged 
forward, an enraged mass of blubber. 
Nicola's heart leapt in fear at the sight 
of just how fast Madame Kunte could move 
when she wanted. The guards paused in their 
pursuit, judiciously getting out of the 
charging monster's way. One of them was a 
little too slow, and with a squeal of agony 
the unfortunate man was stomped beneath 
Madame Kunte's thunderous legs.

"You little slut! I kill you!" the Negress 
screamed, bearing down on Nicola.

At the last moment the starlet dived into 
the open vent. It was a tight squeeze, but 
thankfully she was buck-naked and still 
lubricated with a generous quantity of 
honey.

Madame Kunte dived after her, but of course 
there was no chance of cramming her vast 
bulk into the vent. The upper part of her 
body was firmly jammed in the entrance, 
blocking any attempt to follow the 
escapees. Without so much as a parting 
glance at the flailing Madame Kunte, Nicola 
began to crawl through the vent.

It was a curious experience, wriggling 
along that narrow, metal tunnel, and one 
that Nicola felt strangely arousing. Warm 
air flowed over her naked body as she 
slithered over the sheets of aluminum. 
Angela had already left a snail-trail of 
warm honey, and Nicola found that by 
pulling herself along facedown she not only 
made good progress but also felt rather a 
nice sensation in her groin. Nicola 
imagined herself slip-sliding up a giant 
metal vagina, and the thought made her 
giggle like a schoolgirl.

But she knew she had yet to make it out of 
the palace, let alone Malabunga. Finally, 
Nicola emerged from the other end of the 
vent and dropped into the alleyway. Angela 
was there waiting, lurking in the shadows, 
and still as naked as Nicola. Now 
her lean, lustrous body was covered in 
splotches of dirt and grime from her crawl 
through the vent, and Angela's normally 
immaculately coiffed mane was rather 
dishevelled. 

"You took your damn time," sniffed the 
bitchy starlet.

"There'll be plenty of time for catfighting 
when we get back to Hollywood," said Nicola 
breathlessly. "Let's get out of here now!"

The two nude fugitives turned to exit the 
alley, but a figure blocked their path. A 
rather plump figure wielding a scimitar. 
Pumbo.

"So," the corpulent bureaucrat drawled, 
"this is how it ends. I'm sorry to cut your 
little escape short, but it is time for you 
to return to the harem. Each of your pretty 
white asses has a date with a big, fat 
black cock."

Nicola's heart fell. To come all this way 
just to be stopped when they were so close! 
What a plot twist! She was used to her life 
resembling bad porno fiction, but this was 
ridiculous!

But Angela stepped forward. "Leave this to 
me," she said evenly. "I owe this bastard 
for what he did to my butt."

Grinning, Pumbo stepped forward. He 
brandished the scimitar before him, its 
wickedly curved edge glinting in a single 
shaft of sunlight falling through the 
alley.

Quicker than Nicola's eye could follow, 
Angela's right foot lashed out, catching 
Pumbo on the chin. His head snapped back 
and he staggered. Angela skip-jumped, and 
this time her left foot knifed into Pumbo's 
crotch with such force that even Nicola 
winced.

Seseke's chamberlain turned the most 
peculiar shade of purple. He dropped the 
scimitar and with a deep groan keeled over.

"Where did you learn to do that?" Nicola 
asked.

"'Buck-Naked Kickboxing Bimbos III'," 
Angela replied. "Actually, I only ever 
learned to do that move when I'm not 
wearing pants." She bent over and picked up 
the sword, peering at its pommel with an 
evil glint in her eye.

As Nicola watched, Angela yanked down 
Pumbo's pants, baring his fat ass. A moment 
later, Pumbo gave a squeal of shock as 
Angela claimed her payback. Leaving the 
little man writing around on the ground 
with the blunt end of his scimitar in a 
very uncomfortable place, the starlets ran 
towards the airstrip.

The girls burst out from the cover of the 
alley, the hot African sun washing across 
their nude bodies. Nicola was so nervous 
she was sweating, beads of moisture forming 
on her perfect, naked body.

At the far end of the strip she could see a 
Cessna plane, its propeller churning 
through the humid air. Nicola's heart leapt 
for joy. Whoever their mysterious 
benefactor was, they had come through. 
"Come on!" Nicola cried, grabbing Angela by 
the arm.

"Stop!" a booming voice shouted at them. 
"You are my property, come back here now!"

It was Prince Seseke, dashing across the 
airfield from the direction of his palace. 
He was still naked from the waist down, his 
cock flapping comically between his legs as 
he ran to intercept the girls, followed 
closely by a squad of his guards.

The starlets took off as fast as their 
shapely legs could carry them, knowing that 
they were running for their freedom. Lithe 
Angela quickly took the lead, Nicola 
lagging a little behind. Sprinting along 
caused her hefty boobs to pound back and 
forth across her chest (something Angela 
didn't have to contend with), and the saucy 
starlet wished that somewhere along this 
adventure she'd managed to get hold of a 
sports bra.

As they rapidly approached the Cessna, 
Nicola tried to make out just who was 
sitting at the controls, but all she could 
see through the canopy was a dark 
silhouette waving at them to hurry up. She 
risked a glance back over her shoulder and 
saw her former master hot on her heels.

Angela reached the plane first and bounded 
into the rear compartment. "Move it, 
lardass! Or I'm leaving you behind."

A moment later Nicola caught up, and climbed 
into the plane as it began to taxi along 
the runway, slamming the door shut behind 
her.

Seseke and his men continued to give chase 
but as the Cessna picked up speed the 
enraged Prince was left further and further 
behind. Nicola still clenched her 
teeth, worried that they weren't out of the 
woods yet. It wasn't until the plane's 
wheels gently rose off the ground  
that she at last felt safe.

Far behind them, Seseke finally came to a 
halt, panting with the exertions of the 
chase. His guards, catching up to him, 
noticed for the first time he wasn't 
wearing any pants. They exchanged smirking 
glances and a few titters were heard.

"Shut up," Seseke muttered and stalked back 
towards his palace.

Nicola looked down at the receding African 
jungle and sighed a sigh of relief. There was, 
however, still one more mystery that needed 
to be solved. From the rear cabin all 
Nicola could see of their pilot and 
benefactor was his (her?) shoulder and the 
back of their helmet.

"Dammit!" murmured Angela, searching 
through the cabin. "Isn't there anything to 
wear?" Nicola pushed past her, heading for 
the cockpit.

"Who are you?" Nicola cried, trying to 
raise her voice above the din of noise 
inside the plane. Slowly, the pilot turned 
around, revealing-

"Akumba!" Nicola gasped.

He twisted his thick lips into a crooked 
smile. "Actually, the name's Joe Gribble," 
he said, his accent miraculously 
transformed to sharp, unmistakeably 
Californian tones.

"*The* Joe Gribble?" asked Angela, coming 
up behind Nicola. "Of Blackguard Pictures?"

"That's me, sweetheart," he replied 
modestly. Instantly smelling money and 
power, Angela's eyes lit up. "Oh my," she 
purred. "If only I'd known we'd have such 
distinguished company, I'd've put some 
clothes on." She coyly fanned herself, thus 
drawing his attention to her 
slim, naked body.

"But," Nicola butted in before Angela  
started fucking his leg like a bitch in heat, 
"you kidnapped us in the first place, 
Seseke paid you."

"Yup," he replied. "Ysee, I'm casting a new 
movie called 'Captured Beauties', about a 
pair of gorgeous tourists who get kidnapped 
and whipped off to join an African prince's 
harem. Your agents recommended the two of 
you for the leads."

"So, this was all just a sort of audition?" 
Nicola asked, not believing what she was 
hearing.

"You could call it that. I thought this way 
would be a lot more fun for all involved." 
He gave the starlet a naughty wink. Nicola 
opened her mouth to indignantly reply that 
it had not been fun, but, on a moment's 
reflection, she realized that the past 
couple of days hadn't been that bad.

"Do we get the parts?" Angela asked 
eagerly.

"Maybe..." Gribble replied. "We'll see."

"At least we're heading back to Hollywood," 
Nicola sighed.

"Actually, we're heading for Cannes. I'm 
having a little soiree there tonight for 
some of my European contacts." He glanced 
back at the naked starlets. "I could do 
with a couple of gorgeous girls to help 
with the... 'entertainment'. You wouldn't 
mind, wouldcha? Could really help cinch 
those roles."

Nicola rolled her eyes. Things really were 
back to normal!

END.