Filename: Haremd3.txt Title: Harem'd Part: 3 of 3 Author: Knickers Universe: Nicola Adventures Keywords: MF, F-solo, 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 F-solo exhib interr reluc anal spank humil Mdom bd mc?) [Part 3/3] (Continued from Part 2) 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.