Filename: Haremd2.txt Title: Harem'd Part: 2 of 3 Author: Knickers Universe: Nicola Adventures Keywords: M+F, exhib, interr, reluc, 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 (M+F exhib interr reluc spank humil Mdom bd mc?) [Part 2/3] (Continued from Part 1) 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... (Concluded in Part 3)