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The Missionary's Daughter (MMMf, slut)
by: Anonymous
First published by TheEditor
Chapter 1
Her father was a missionary stationed here in Senegal, and Julie gave
her faith all the belief and obedience she could. Yet sometimes as she
stared at the fringe of trees around the house in which they lived and
tried to imagine how deep was the jungle beyond those trees, she could
not help wondering about the strange gods who inhabited the shadows
there. Her father was busily preaching against something, and he
referred to that something as the pagan gods of the people, so there
was something, all right, she reasoned. Yet the people to whom he
preached never mentioned any names or rival deities. Daranje Kawat she
had heard of, but that was the name of their king. Daranje Kawat her
father said, was jealous of God and therefore, against the preaching
the Reverend Davenport did. There were times when Julie Davenport
entertained some very pagan suspicions, like the one that King Daranje
Kawat really had a right to his kingdom and that maybe the Davenport's
strange white God ought to stick to his own territory, but she supposed
such thoughts emanated from the jungle, a way the mysterious pagan gods
had of fighting back.
So in a way, it was no surprise to Julie when one night a coarse
snicker broke through the darkness of her room and a coarse hand
covered her mouth. The pagan gods had come. She was half asleep, which
accounted for her superstitious thoughts. But she was also half awake,
which accounted for the fact that her curiosity overcame her terror, at
first. Her startled eyes stared into the face of a black man who looked
vaguely familiar, but it was too dark in the bedroom to see well. He
was not alone and easily spirited her out of the room, out of the
house, and through the jungle before she could become aware that it was
really happening. They gagged her mouth but seemed to know there was no
point in blindfolding her. After all, if she did manage to escape from
them, it would have been suicide to try to find her way back along
paths with which they were apparently familiar, but which she certainly
could never find.
After her first hazy reaction, Julie was, of course, terrified. Her
body went utterly limp and she may have passed out. There was no way
for her to tell. It was as dark when she was unconscious, if she was,
as it was when she was awake. There was no seeing the stars from in the
jungle. The branches and foliage and leaves were far too thick. Her
captors moved with the stealth of big cats, and she couldn't even count
them until suddenly they came upon a little clearing and a road she
didn't recognize. Then as they bundled her into the oldest automobile
she had ever seen in her life, she saw for the first time that there
were four of them and that every last one of them was a member of her
father's congregation!
"Dear God, please, oh please," she screamed at them when the one called
Bulloo took his hand from her mouth to shove her into the back seat of
the car. Even in the dark, she could see Dawak peering stonelike
through the opened door. He seemed to stare directly into her wide,
terror stricken eyes for a long, long moment. His face was impassive
and unchanged. And the, even as she struggled with the last of her
waning strength, she watched in uncomprehending disbelief as the black
face, still expressionless, slowly closed the door and switched off the
flashlight.
Someone then grabbed Julie by the neck as they thrust her head first so
that she fell face down across a lap. Then Balloo leaped on top of her,
pulling the door closed behind him. Now everyone was inside and ail the
doors were closed and the car roared off with a squeal of tires.
Julie's eyes were wide with terror, and her mouth twisted with a
soundless scream that was choked silent by fear somewhere deep in her
throat. "We got her! We got her!" a hot excited voice came from the
driver's seat. It sounded like Kubby. He seemed to be shifting into
another gear and roaring off on the bumpy dirt road. "Take it easy!"
Dawak shouted. "Thees thing break and then what?" "You have to put it
right," Kubby explained impatiently, now shifting into another gear to
illustrate his expertise with the old automobile. Julie wanted to tell
him he could slow down and stay in a lower gear. She kept cracking her
head on someone's bony lap. But she could not speak.
Now she felt a thick muscular arm circle around her and another harsh
callused hand press into her face and over her mouth until her lips
ached back against her tightly clenched teeth. She could feel the black
man's excited breathing as he pressed her closer to him to keep her
from screaming. A pungent animal smell of sweat came from his clothes
and seemed to permeate the whole of her own gasping breath. The odor
was horrible. She recognized the smell of the gooey bark the natives
were always chewing.
Tears of helpless frustration filled her eyes as suddenly the obscene
orgies that the natives were said to indulge in crossed her helpless
mind, and she sobbed a bit hysterically as the grim realization came
that she too might soon be filled with the cruel hard flesh of one of
these horrible rapists who had kidnapped her out of her own house.
Oh, God, she prayed silently through the pain of her helpless position.
Don't let this happen to me. Don't let it happen. Let them remember all
that my father taught them, please! Suddenly Balloo pressed tighter
down into her from his position and stretched over the full length of
her back. She was still groaning softly but her body was limp as though
the life had been crushed from it. She no longer struggled, but she
moved her face slightly away from the loins of the body where it had
been pressed. His hand clasped against her face, following her every
movement to insure that she would not scream, although who would hear
her in the middle of the jungle was difficult to imagine. Then she
remembered that the natives knew nothing of sound waves and thought
that at times sound could travel much farther than one could actually
hear it with the naked ear. Julie could feel Balloo's loins pressed
tightly into the curve of her asscheeks from behind where he lay over
her back. His face was pressed into her hair, and she winced slightly,
in spite of the pain throughout her body, from the stale odors of the
bark and a sort of alcohol that the natives made, also from bark and
certain pulps. They seemed to have been drinking a lot of the stuff.
Maybe that explained their reversion from her father's teachings back
into more primitive behavior, she told herself. In that case, as soon
as the effects of the alcohol wore off, she would engaged, but now his
strength was returning, and Julie could feel the whole of his body
squirming down onto her with an impatience that frightened her. She
tried to move again but could not. The pressure of the man's arm around
her neck and face and the weight of Balloo on her back held her pinned
tightly to the seat. Her knees were hanging off the edge, and she could
feel him sliding down her back until his hardening loins were pressed
tightly against the soft flesh of her ass. She moaned her protest into
the hand over her mouth as she felt his knee inserting between her legs
and prying them relentlessly and cruelly apart. She fought, but there
was no stopping him.
On top like that, he had the leverage, and soon her inner thigh muscles
tired as she felt them being pushed slightly open. His hardened lust-
bloated prick, trapped painfully under the tightness of the trousers he
wore pressed hard and intimately into the upraised junction of the soft
underside of her thighs. The car was still bumping along the rutted
road, and Julie was abruptly aware of some other activity going on
inside. Then she felt Balloo pull his loins back slightly from her
upraised ass. He kneeled up on the floor and reached over the back of
the front seat to take a bowl. A husky gurgling sound of deep-throated
swallows filled the car above the soft roar of then old engine "Damn
the devil water," Balloo chuckled and Julie became aware not only that
they were still drinking their home brew but that all her father's
warnings were falling on deaf ears. Balloo had used a serious
expression of Reverend Davenport's making fun of it. "Dawak, take," he
said to the black man holding Julie's head Dawak laughed drunkenly and
lifting her head, reached over and grabbed the wooden bowl, coughing
loudly after his last swallow. She could feel droplets of the foul-
smelling liquid falling to the back of her neck as it dribbled from the
corners of his mouth. The bowl was then passed to Kubby, the driver.
The bowl made several rounds and several pauses for refilling by Enhar
who sat next to Kubby and had some kind of cask between his legs "Hey
you, what about the bwana's daughter?" Balloo suddenly laughed as he
passed the bowl to Dawak. The natives had always used the "hey you"
expression with great mirth. In fact, the natives always laughed a
great deal, at the sacred as well as the profane, her father always
said with despair. As a child, Julie had enjoyed the rollicking
laughter of her black friends until her father taught her that it was
the devil's own laughter and evil. Lately, she had begun to secretly
question her father's judgment, but now, under the circumstances, it
looked as though the Reverend were right after all.
Dawak now laughed drunkenly and lifted Julie's head from his lap by the
hair and thrust the bowl to her lips. She clenched her lips tightly
shut in a vain attempt to ward off the terrible tasting and
incidentally evil substance, but he pressed harder, forcing her mouth
open. The hot burning liquid sizzled down inside her, and she coughed
to keep from choking. But with each cough there was a further pressure
on the bowl forcing more down the narrow confines of her throat.
"Hey you," Enhar chuckled from the front seat. "It is our thing you
must drink like we must drink your father's good thing for work." The
other men laughed with Enhar. "Is that not so?" Balloo asked. letting
her raise her heads obviously expecting her agreement. "No," she said
definitely. "And why not?" Balloo asked. "Your good is foul tasting,"
she said. "Your good feels foul in the flesh," he answered her. "It is
living as an empty cloud instead of as a man!" Julie was thunderstruck
and not quite sure what he meant. She knew that the natives considered
the clouds to be heavenly vessels empty when white and filled like a
bowl when dark with rain. "You are good like an empty cloud, Missa
Julie," Enhar explained although it was difficult to know whether he
was serious or being silly because they laughed at everything. "Yeah,"
Kubby contributed from the driver's seat. "We good like a cloud heavy
filled with svench." "We don't wish to be empty clouds, Missa Julie,"
Balloo took up the explanations, and they all burst out laughing again,
and the bowl went around. Svench was what they were drinking, Julie
thought she remembered. That was not their word for rain. Julie found
as the bowl went around that she had no choice about drinking. The men
chortled loudly as she swallowed defensively so that she could breathe.
It always seemed like all eternity before Dawak passed the bowl onto
Emhar and Kubby, but with each further round she was forced to drink
her share. At first, it almost made her sick with each gradual bit
forced down her, but it did begin to deaden her feelings. She found
herself almost wishing it would be her turn again each time the bowl
left her mouth. Soon it began slowly but perceptively to deaden her
sense of dread, a dread of what was almost certain to come.
In fact. between his turns at the bowl, Balloo let his hands play over
the smooth rounded corners of her ass behind her, and in spite of the
deadening effect of the alcohol, she still tried hopelessly to squirm
away. "Hold her, Dawak, before she jump!" And Dawak's hand came down
hard on the back of her head, pressing it harder into his loins until
the bowl came around their way again. She could feel the car turning
and slowing down because the new road was even ruttier than the last
one. This was really rough and rocky, and with each bump they hit, she
could feel the hardness of Balloo behind her buttressing deeper into
the open unprotected crack of her ass. She knew he could feel her
quivering beneath him and had faint visions of what his black leering
face must look like as he held her warm white throbbing body in front
of him to do as he willed. The obscene helplessness of her positions
coupled with the warm dark liquid they had forced down her, caused a
strange crazy fluttering deep inside her stomach. It intensified with
each time Balloo moved his loins behind her and the contact became more
sharp. Her face ached slightly, and her throat was bone dry. "Where are
we?" Balloo breathed heavily, his hands cupping the round firmness of
her ass beneath the thin veneer of her now torn and soiled nightgown.
"At edge Canya," Kubby volunteered. It was meaningless to Julie but
Balloo snorted gleefully. "Pul . . . oull thees up," Enhar slobbered
drunkenly, trying to catch hold of her nightgown with one hand and his
head hanging over the front seat. A weird unnatural glint shone in his
eyes as they roamed over the figure of the helpless, kneeling girl in
the back seat.
"I gotta fuck her now," Balloo hissed with a coarse impatient tone to
his voice. From the obscene nature of his language, Julie realized that
they had to be reading exactly those books from the port that the
Reverend Davenport warned them against. "Best to wait," Dawak objected.
"No waiting, no waiting. I must fuck her right now or my balls will
explode like the milk pods," Balloo intoned hoarsely as he felt the
softness of her ass grinding back into him in her fruitless efforts to
escape.
"Hang on to her, Dawak," he muttered. "I will pull up this night
dress." "Fuck her now," Enhar stuttered excitedly. "F . . . fu . . .
uck h . . . her now!" Julie, through the pale of forced drunkenness,
squirmed hard against the black native's clinging hands, but the slow
seductive movement of her asscheeks, crushing back into the hardness of
his loins, only succeeded in sharpening his desire for her. She sobbed
into the hand covering her mouth and broke away from it with a jerk of
her head.
"Oh, God, please don't! Don't do that to me!" Dawak's rough hand
clamping down hard over her mouth cut her piteous supplications short
again. Further muffled cries were choked back deep down in her throat
until only slight broken grunts of anguish could be heard coming from
her flaming nostrils.
Balloo reached down to her knees and jerked at the gown bunched beneath
her on the floor. There was a low tearing noise as it suddenly ripped
loose, fanning up the full length of her firm full thighs and up over
the rounded white panty-covered fullness of her asscheeks. Balloo
gasped and wriggled it over her hips to the narrow indentation of her
waist. All the while Dawak held tight around her neck, his eyes bulging
as each voluptuously smooth portion of her white body came further into
view.
"Pull it up over her head," Balloo coughed excitedly at him as his
trembling hands caressed the lust-inciting nakedness of her inner
thighs. His nostrils flared in undisguised desire as his fingers
coursed over the smooth silky softness of flesh where they joined her
torso. He pinched her ass, momentarily delighting in the further groans
it brought from her lips as she screwed back against him in pain. There
was only a smooth narrow band of cotton lying between them now, bunched
tightly in the crack of her ass, and even in the dark interior of the
car, he could sense more than see the silken tufts of her pubic hair
protruding from beneath the tight elastic of the legbands. The rounded
globules of her ass stood brash and exposed to the lust-crazed eyes of
all but Kubby, who still hung tensed over the wheel as he maneuvered
the car skillfully down the rough dirt road toward the unknown
destination. Julie was half wild with fear now. Even the deadening
effect of the alcoholic svench could not protect her mind from the
horrible truth of the sin that was about to be imposed on her. She was
going to be raped.
She knew there was little chance of escape because sex was the one
thing her father had little success in imposing a taboo on among the
natives. They could not understand or accept the idea that there was
anything evil in sex. It was so common all around them that they
literally looked around whenever the Reverend Davenport brought the
subject up and then stared at him with blank faces. Yes, she would be
raped by a vicious gang of natives who thought and acted like animals
and, as far as she could understand, had little compassion or feeling
toward her or any other human being. Her asscheeks quivered
convulsively from the terrifying thought of what her fate was surely to
be in a few short minutes. There was nothing in the world that could
save her now. Her fate had been sealed the moment she saw the first
flicker of a shadow in her room, and there was no way to turn the time
back now.
Oh, God, if only her father didn't feel that he had to save the dark
continent of Africa for his God! A thousand "ifs" rumbled through her
tortured mind disconnectedly when suddenly she was jerked back to
brutal reality by the touch of Balloo's hands running up the sides of
her almost naked body. He rounded them over the luscious flare of her
hips for a moment and then slid them slowly and harshly down to the
slimness of her waist above her panties. Her skin was naked there, and
she trembled as his breathing almost stopped behind her. She felt as
though his eyes were boring right through her body as the heat of his
hands traced a path just behind their leering gaze. "Where is the
light?" Balloo asked. "I wish to see thees better." Enhar got the
flashlight out of the glove compartment. Africans were no different
from Europeans or Americans, Julie's father often moaned with despair.
They easily absorb and learn about the machines and scorn the morals
and spiritual values. Now Enhar worked a modern machine to light up an
ancient immoral act. Thin lines of spittle drooled from his face as he
hung over the front seat, his eyes gleaming in vicious desire. Kubby,
behind the wheel, glanced over the seat and muttered something under
his breath, then tromped down harder on the gas, shooting the car
forward at a greater speed for an apparently smooth enough stretch of
road.
Julie groaned as she felt a hardness from Dawak's crotch rising under
her cheeks. He had followed Balloo's instructions and pulled the
nightgown over her waist and up to her neck where it bunched in a
wrinkled ring of useless cloth. Now in his excitement, he was roving
his hands over her back that was bare from the shoulders down. The
smooth velvet softness of her skin was broken only by the thin strands
of hair that laced across her back and the flimsy nightgown-panties
that stretched tightly over her asscheeks. She could feel a small wet
circle of seminal fluid seeping through the crotch of his pants from
the hardness of his blood-engorged prick. It felt warm and sticky
against her cheek, and as she tried to move her head away, he pulled
his hand from her back and pressed her face tighter into his crotch
until she almost lost her breath. He locked her head in position with
one hand, while the other continued to rummage over her back, his
fingers working clumsily at the clasp of her nightie at the neck.
She gasped as Dawak gave another pull at her nightgown so that the two
mounds of her soft resilient flesh came completely free and into direct
contact with the leather of the car seat. Her nipples immediately
sprang into a defensive hardness, their tiny budlike tips throbbing
from the sudden exposure to the coolness of the material. Dawak wasted
no time. As he gaped at Balloo's hands coursing hungrily over the
rounded soft spheres of her ass, his own hand slipped around the side
of her body, following the deep crack where her tits curved out from
her ribs. He cupped the full round ripeness of her right titty and
squeezed it momentarily, bringing a groan from Julie's lips. Still not
satisfied, he proceeded to pinch the small rubbery nipple between his
thumb and forefinger. He rolled it tightly between them with a lewd
grin on his face as he felt her face squirming with greater strength
now trying to dislodge itself from his crotch. He continued to knead
and pinch at her tits with an ecstatic intensity until he was harshly
interrupted by a loud threatening rebuke from Balloo.
"Hey you! Son-of-a-bitch! Son-of-a-bitch!" Balloo shouted an obscenity,
a colorful example of the language every people seemed to pick up
first, Reverend Davenport was fond of pointing out. "I am for thees,
too!" Dawak replied defensively. "Not first like me!" Balloo stated
flatly. Julie was almost amused by their use of the language but then
she remembered that what they were doing was fighting over fucking her,
and that rather removed the humor for her. She saw Balloo's eyes gleam
with inflamed desire as his shaking hands smoothed up the sides of her
quivering body and cupped the tits underneath. The flashlight only
revealed things she preferred not to see and cast eerie shadows around
the moving car. Julie wished they would put it out, but she was afraid
to say anything.
Balloo pulled and squeezed at her tits harshly for a moment. It felt as
though he were milking a goat. Then with sudden impatience, he drew his
hands down again to the elastic band at the top of her panties. He
hooked his fingers into the cotton and with a slow methodical
certainty, began to peel them down over the curves of her virgin hips.
Julie Davenport jerked as she felt the last of her protective clothing
being removed from her almost nude body. She had laid almost dormant
from paralyzing fear all this time as they clawed and kneaded at her
helpless body, but she knew this was the point of no return, and if she
didn't resist with all her strength now, there would be no hope. Even
death, she thought bitterly, would be better than losing her virginity
to this horrible group of wild animals who had her at their mercy. With
this thought racing through her mind, she gave one more final effort at
escape and rolled from the seat to the floor of the car. Her sudden
movement caught both Dawak and Balloo by surprise, but they both
reacted violently and quickly.
"Pull her back here. Pull her back here!" Balloo shouted as they
struggled with her flailing arms and legs beneath them. The battle
lasted only a minute as the greater strength of the two black men
gradually won, and she was pulled brutally back to the kneeling
position on the seat with her face again pressed tightly into Dawak's
loins. Her tits ached as they were squashed hard and heavy into the
leather.
"Hold her down!" Balloo commanded. "I'm really going to fuck her now!"
Julie, trembling in abject terror, heard the harsh metallic sound of a
modern zipper being opened in haste behind her and then felt the warm
smooth pressure of his hardened cock pressing against the tender
backsides of her thighs. She could feel its stickiness where the wet
hot seminal fluid seeped from its large inflated head. With his hands
on her hips, Balloo pressured them up higher off the seat then pressed
his knees tight between hers, and in one swift downward movement,
peeled the white flimsy cotton panties from the half moons of her ass.
When the material caught at the junction of her belly and thighs, he
gave an impatient jerk, ripping them into useless threads. Then he
laughed, holding the tattered remnants up in the air, and then pushed
them mischievously tight into the face of the enraptured Enhar, hanging
in excited concentration over the back of the front seat.
"Smell that sweet stuff," Balloo chortled at the crazed gaze that
flickered through Enhar's dark eyes. "Heeeyyyyy youuuuuuu!" Enhar
crooned and without warning thrust his hand down over the back of the
seat with a swiftness that caught Balloo off guard. The force of his
unexpected movement pushed Balloo back a little, giving his hand
complete access to the warm wet juncture of Julie's upraised ass. She
jerked forward with a desperate groan, pressing her face tighter into
Dawak's crotch, but there was no escape. The frustrated black's full
extended hand clamped down tight against her, covering the whole of the
juncture of her thighs and ass. She wriggled her behind in desperation,
attempting with all her strength to evade the wildly digging fingers
that were thrusting and probing at her unprotected cunt.
He found the wet smooth opening and all of a sudden fucked his middle
finger forward with a hard cruel thrust that burst into her with the
hot fiery pain of a cattle brand. "Aaauuuggh," she screamed wildly as
she felt it skewering like a red hot poker into the smooth virginal
flesh of her hungering cunt, breaking through the tight ring of her
virginity and on into the warm wet cavern beyond. Balloo, shouting
obscentities now at the top of his lungs, tried with all his strength
to wrestle the cruel probing hand away, but Enhar's strength, lust-
filled as he was, seemed that of ten men. He ground his thick fat
finger around and around without mercy deep inside her painfully
expanding hole, while the poor helpless girl groaned and twisted in
anguish before the depraved attack on her unprotected genitals. She
felt as though her cuntal hole was ablaze and burning as she sensed
through the dim consciousness of her tortured brain the slight giving
and tearing of her flesh. The flaccid symbol of virginity that she had
religiously protected for so long was being ripped savagely away. her
body went limp from the sudden shock and pain, and she would have
fallen from the seat had it not been for the restricting hands of Dawak
on her shoulders and the pressure of the wildly flailing Balloo behind
her. He had both hands locked tightly around Enhar's wrist forcing his
finger slowly but surely from her pained and stretched cuntal hole.
Finally it was over. His thick stubby finger slipped with a wet sucking
noise from between the young fleshy folds of her cunt, and he grunted
in pain as Balloo shoved him with all his strength back into the
windshield of the car. "Stop! Stop! Mother-fuckers! We weel kill thees
car!" Kubby was shouting at the top of his voice. "You weel kill the
son-of-a-bitch car!"
Enhar was finally able to chuckle and so was Dawak. It took Balloo a
little longer to return to normal and when things quieted down again,
even Kubby was able to laugh. They laugh at nothing, at all, thought
Julie Davenport. It was beginning to get on her nerves and she
understood finally what bothered her father. She had always thought
that since it was their way of life, they had the right to laugh or cry
or do what they wanted, but she was too upset now to be very
understanding. Balloo turned his eyes back down to the full moons of
Julie's gleaming white ass, protruding full and round in the dim
flashlight glow. His lips curled tightly as his total concentration
returned to the voluptuous and waiting feast spread in servile anguish
before him.
"Now this is how man fucks white god daughter," he hissed between
clenched teeth while his cruelly gleaming eyes bored into the
tantalizing crack that separated the full cheeks of her soft young ass.
"Oooohhhhh, noooooooo, please! Please don't anymore," she pleaded
through her tears of shame and humiliation. She could feel his hands
begin kneading nervously and stretching the open and unprotected twin
mounds of her asscheeks. Her body jerked up as she felt his thumbs on
either side of them, spreading them wider and wider apart. "Oh, God,
noooooo!" She sobbed out her weak and futile protest as the cool air
from an open window rushed over her bare skin and brought her back to
semi- consciousness. A groan escaped from her lips as again the full
realization of her position flickered through her mind. God they could
do just anything to her, for they had obviously not absorbed a single
standard or value that her father had tried to teach them in all these
years! "Oooohhhhh!" Julie jerked forward when Balloo's middle finger
thrust between her thighs into the soft protective folds of the young
flesh surrounding her cunt. His fingers searched patiently for a moment
and their found their velvety quarry. She cringed before his initial
touch, the soft resilient cheeks of her ass hardened and clenched
tightly together, trapping his probing hand between them.
"Hold on to thees white bitch, Dawak. She fights me," he gasped,
twisting his hand to pry her asscheeks open again. "She is very tight."
"Thees is the first fuck, hey you, I betcha!" Dawak interrupted. "Thees
is the first man, I betcha!" "What Enhar did, his finger makes hole if
it was no hole before. Cannot tell if first man," Balloo grunted as he
pushed his arm forward to break the death lock that her ass had on his
hand. Julie understood that they were discussing her virginity. If it
were anyone else, she might have tried to stop them out of mercy for
her virgin state, but she knew it would do no good to ask savages like
this for such mercy. They might just make it harder for her out of
spite and brutal savage pleasure.
Balloo gave one last hard push with his forearm, and Julie felt the
last of the desperate strength she had mustered in her terror give way.
Her body shuddered and she moaned as his finger wormed its obscene way
into the now wet and open hole. She clenched her teeth tightly in a
vain attempt to drown out the hurt that slipped through the remains of
her shattered virginity and moved about in tiny growing circles deeper
and deeper inside her. She opened her mouth to scream but nothing came.
Instead there was a helpless muffled groan of exhausted acceptance.
Every muscle in her twisted kneeling body had reached the ultimate
breaking point, and she could no longer find the strength to even
protest against the vile monstrous fondling of her secret parts that
she had worked so hard to save for some future husband on their wedding
night. All that was gone with the frenzied attack she had been
subjected to a few moments before by the sadistic Enhar in the front
seat. And now . . . now there was nothing left but the final coup de
grace to be administered viciously, she was sure, and without ceremony
by the arrogant black primitive savage behind her. Her one consolation,
she kept trying to tell herself, was that through this action he was
condemning himself to damnation. In her agony she thought how she would
never forgive her father if he ever granted a pardon to these men!
As she felt his fingers that had enlarged and stretched the now
lubricated walls of her defenseless cunt slip wetly out with a moist
sucking sound, Julie gasped and held her breath. He squirmed behind
her, his hand wrapped tightly around his lust-hardened cock guiding it
slowly and deliberately between his fingers into the moist pink flanges
of her tender cunt. She cringed forward again, her face contorted in
fearsome dread as she felt the large bulbous head moving up and down
behind her in the widely spread slit of her cunt and part the sparse
soft pubic hair in preparation for his entry. She tried to close her
thighs, but his knees insinuated between them held them cruelly open.
"Hold thees white bitch tight, Dawak. I fuck in nice, I betcha!" Balloo
directed at the wide-eyed Dawak, whose arms bulged from the pressure he
was placing on her shoulders. Enhar, who had recovered his courage,
hung his face over the back of the seat, gasping at the scene with tiny
streams of spittle dripping from the corners of his slackened mouth.
Julie Davenport whimpered aloud as she felt the first warm hard contact
against the cringing lips of her cunt and the slow agonizing pressure
beginning. It was soft at first and then when he met his first
resistance, he pressured forward harder. "Ooohhhhhh, nooooooo!" she
groaned miserably. He pressed forward again, flexing his ass with all
his strength until suddenly it gave! The tight elastic ring popped open
with a quick unexpected snap, and the huge blood-filled head slipped
wetly inside with a rush that left the missionary's daughter gasping
for breath. "Aaaauuugh!" Wildly she flailed her head right into Dawak's
crotch as he worked with all his strength to hold her down. The shock
of the sudden thrust rejuvenated her shattered muscles for a moment,
and she squirmed and twisted like a mad woman trying to escape the
cruel and painful impalement of her ravaged cunt. "Thees is some pussy,
hey you?" Balloo gasped from behind as he felt its warm wet walls
slipping over his blood-swollen rigidity like hot melted butter. His
head fell loosely back as his loins buffeted forward and his thick
rock-hard cock speared into the helplessly struggling girl without
mercy. It raced into her like a fast whirling drill, as in the diamond
mines, boring through the depths of the earth, battering and smashing
all before it in great waves of warm moist flesh until suddenly his
pelvis smacked tight into her and flattened her upraised ass with a
hard, sharp slap that reverberated through the bumping car like a flat-
handed blow across the face.
The beautiful white girl's moans of pain and humiliation went unheeded
and unheard as he reached forward with both hands and grasped her by
the shoulders, pulling her whole body back tight against him. His thick
hard blood-filled cock was sunk to its fullest depth in her quivering
white belly as she felt the hardness of the head pressed tight against
the end of her cervix. There was no reason to struggle or fight
anymore, even if she had the strength. He had conquered her. She knelt
in servile acceptance like a slave of old, to be used as her master
desired. Her poor body went limp as she felt his hands slide down to
the rounded curves of her hips and began a slow teasing rotation of his
rigidly bloated cock deep inside her womb. The pain lessened as she
felt her wet soft passage expanding further and further with each
greater rotation he made inside her trembling hole. Her tears of shame
and humiliation continued to flow. There was no stopping him, and there
was nothing she could do but accept the vile obscene rape of her body
with resistance. Her muffled sobs and groans mingled piteously with his
gasps of passion while his hands ran down under the fullness of her
quivering titties, dancing against the seat below with each hard, cruel
thrust he made into her.
"Jesus Holy Christ!" Enhar muttered as his bulging eyes watched the
long black length of Balloo's glistening cock, moist from her
secretions, fucking into her white ass. His eyes bulged wider as he
gaped at the ragged pink flanges of the protective soft folds of flesh
around her hungering cunt, drawing back with each outstroke and then
being swallowed in again as Balloo fucked forward into her with the
powerful in and out rhythm he had begun. Enhar wanted with all his
being to reach forward again and fondle her there, but he recalled the
anger he had elicited the last time he let himself lose control. Enhar
was at the bottom of the pecking order of the entire village! What
anyone had, he was last to get! Unable now to satisfy his rising lust,
he dropped his hand to his crotch and pressed against his own rising
hardness instead. He fingered the seeping wet patch of seminal fluid
with a crazed gleam in his close-set eyes, hoping with all his might
that Balloo would by some miracle change his mind and let Enhar have
his share, at least when they reached the meeting place.
Balloo, fucking into her from behind like she was a bitch in heat,
squeezed all around her soft joggling asscheeks. His fingers dug
cruelly at her cringing tiny puckered asshole and then jerked forward
again, clasping her hips and pulling her back limply over his blood-
swollen cock while he continued to skewer and ram into her with growing
abandon. His body was now a ball of sheer uncontrolled lust that had
unleashed itself completely against the squirming beautiful, tender
flesh in front of him. He could feel his heated black cock growing
thicker and thicker inside her white belly as he ground savagely into
her with a wave of sadistic delight flickering across his contorted
face. He had never had anything like this before. He was almost there,
almost there, and he continued to fuck eagerly into her with long hard
strokes. He had to end it before he lost his mind.
Julie's whimpers stretched into a long, low continuous whine that
filled the car like a Gaelic banshee. Through the dim haze of her
tortured mind, she could feel him growing and growing deep . . . deep
inside her until it felt as though his rampaging instrument would split
her lewdly in two. He was going to cum in her. Her tears cascaded in
torrents onto the roughly woven material of Dawak's crotch. The lewd
thought was passing her mind of this horrible primitive savage black
man filling her helpless white belly and delicate womb with his hot
sticky lust. Oh God, she might get pregnant and to what would she give
birth? The thought ran crazily through her mind, and she tried to
clench her asscheeks as a senseless gesture of defense. That did it! As
her warm wet muscles clasped tightly around his hard-driving, lust
swollen cock, Balloo threw back his head with a wild scream, and his
lewd sperm shot like a fire hose into Julie's wide-swept cuntal hole.
She groaned in helpless submission before him as he emptied himself
with spurt after spurt of his driving lust juices deep up inside of
her, filling her womb and belly to the bursting point.
"Oh, God, no, no, nooooooo!" she screamed as she felt it ricocheting
around in a warm wet pool in her cunt, a hot fiery reminder of her
total subjugation to the cruel inhuman tormentor fucking into her from
behind. There was nothing after that. The end had come so suddenly and
so completely that Balloo pitched forward in total exhaustion along the
length of her flattened body and lay, breathing fast, unable to move.
Julie herself lay sobbing out her humiliation and fear beneath him, the
sudden horrible thought coming to her that it wasn't all over. There
were the others. Oh, God, there were the others! "Come, Balloo, thees
is my turn now." "Oh, stop, we are here at the meeting house," Kubby
announced from the driver's seat. "We all fuck now." "Yes," Balloo
added, rising from over the prostrate daughter of their enemy and
glowering at the cringing Enhar in the front seat. "Son-of-a- bitch,
Enhar. You do not do with the fingers what it is for a man to do!"
"How do you know?" Enhar retorted. Julie understood that he was
questioning how Balloo could possibly know that the girl had been a
virgin and that he, therefore, had taken her virginity with his
fingers. Julie could see no importance to the question any more. As he
lifted himself, the girl could feel Balloo's deflated prick slipping
wetly from her forever expanded hole. As the cool night rushed with a
soothing swirl into her void, she listened with bated breath to the
sliding halt of the car. "I know," Balloo said flatly. "Now we meet and
the girl is for later," he further said. There were groans from all the
men at this statement, but none of them objected. Balloo seemed to be
in charge of whatever was going on this night.
Julie heard the door opening on the right side of her, the side she had
been forced through a seeming eternity before, and now there were
pulling her roughly through it and out of the car. She tried to stand
on her own two feet when she felt the ground beneath them, but they
would not hold, and she was forced to lean against Balloo's shoulder
for support. The hem of her nightgown fell loosely from her neck and on
down to her waist as she struggled weakly to pull it the rest of the
way down to cover her naked hips.
She was barefooted, and the cold touch of the dust beneath her feet
brought some semblance of consciousness back to her dazed mind. Her
hand tightened around Balloo's arm, and in spite of the brutal assault
he had just subjected her to, she found herself clinging to him
blindly, half for support and half from the fear of the others touching
her. She followed him meekly across the short distance from the car to
the hut of rushes huddled for protection against the trees that lined
the small field where they had stopped. In spite of her still
smoldering dread of his touch, he seemed to be the only barrier that
stood between her and total rape by all the others. How long would he
hold them off, and how much power to do so did he have? She tightened
her grip and followed him passively, half stumbling, half walking, to
the low opening that was the doorway into the hut. She had never been
inside a native hut before, and she trembled at the thought of the
unknown and the frightening fate that she was certain awaited her
inside.
Chapter 2
The interior of the little hut was not so little. The outside was quite
deceiving, Julie realized, or perhaps it was just that there was so
little furniture. In the very center was something that looked like a
combination of a stone fireplace and a stone stove with a central stone
chimney reaching all the way up to a hole in the center of the hut. A
small area of mats against one wall seemed to be a storage area.
Everything in the hut was piled there, including dishes and pots,
rolled mats and a cross cut from the trunk of some huge tree, perhaps a
very old baobab tree. The men found a pair of kerosene lamps and lit
them. There were shelves tied to both horizontal and vertical poles
that comprised the skeleton of the hut, and the lamps were placed on
two of these. Wood already in the stone stove was set ablaze, and the
large cross cut of wood was drawn near the stove to serve as a table.
Next, several mats were strewn around on the dirt floor, and Julie was
pushed down onto one of them against one wall. No one seemed to be
afraid that she would run away now, and indeed she knew better. The
only place a white girl could run in the African jungle was into
trouble, her father had always warned her.
As Julie sat waiting for whatever was going to happen next, she noticed
some of the articles on other shelves around the hut. They all seemed
to be carvings, apparently in wood. They were beautiful, often delicate
and lacy. Someone appeared to be an excellent craftsman, and she
couldn't help wonder if it could be one of these very men. Yet not one
of them seemed capable of the kind of sensitivity necessary to produce
what she saw. Not knowing whether she risked anything or not, Julie
finally got to her feet. The temptation to look at them more closely
was too great. She glanced at the men. Enhar and Dawak seemed occupied
with the preparation of food. Balloo was carrying another bowl of
svench to the table. Kubby was probing around among the many articles
stored on the mats against a far wall. No one was watching her, and so
she made her way stealthily to the nearest carving.
She soon discovered that it was perfectly permissible to walk around
and look at the wooden pieces. She found that the lace effect was meant
to represent the leaves of trees or maybe it was just bare branches and
fruit. The only figures were gigantic animal totems and bird masks with
the single exception of one human figure that was dressed the same in
three places. Since the natives she knew never wore anything but
trousers or loin clothes and the figure wore a drape from the neck to
the ground, she guessed that it might be a representation of the local
deity although it was possibly King Daranje Kawat. She didn't know.
Neither she nor her father nor anyone else except his own people had
ever seen the native king. She decided against asking. These people had
a strange and uncertain set of taboos. She was afraid of losing her
head over the wrong question!
Suddenly she noticed Balloo smiling at her, and she dropped back down
to the mat on the floor without even thinking of it, as though her legs
collapsed through some understanding of their own. She leaned more
heavily against the rush wall where he had left her and was surprised
to feel how sturdy it was. Since the black man kept staring at her, she
drew her arm around her tits. They hung loose and were partly exposed
from a large tear in the upper part of her nightgown, caused by their
struggles in the car. The cotton panties that were a part of her
nightgown were gone, and she felt naked and vulnerable to his staring.
"You weel be good to the others, too, until tomorrow, hey you?" Balloo
finally spoke to her. She remained silent. She could not answer. "I ask
good question. You give good answer," he suddenly spat at her and
walked to her side. Still Julie did not move or make a sound. Her heart
was lodged tightly in her throat in fear. Suddenly she heard before she
felt, the loud sound of a hard slap echoing through the grass-walled
room as the native man who had just so brutally raped her, swung his
arm in a wide arc and brought the palm of his hand down hard across her
face. "l can hit badder," he warned ominously. "I give good question."
"W . . . what do you want from me?" she managed to stammer finally as
the sting on her face brought a thin stream of tears to her eyes. "You
weel be good to the others, too," he said. He was no longer asking a
question. He was demanding. "Y . . . yes," she finally said quietly.
She could see the cold cruel glint in his dark eyes and knew that any
sign of resistance right now would only bring further pain and
indignities from him. He was obviously the leader of this band and
could not under any circumstances run the risk of being stood up
against in front of them, at least not successfully. He would strike
back just as he had warned . . . badder! The natives worshipped
strength among other things. She sensed that if he lost his prestige in
this matter with them, he would lose all. Who could tell what such
repercussions would take place. She knew little about the native habits
and rituals. Therefore, she was afraid. Perhaps his behavior was only
the law of the wild, of the jungle, the male lion fighting for
leadership of the pride as well as the women that went with it, or
should she say lionesses. She didn't feel very much like a lioness.
Upon hearing her agreement, Balloo smiled arrogantly down at her and
tweaked her cheek with his thumb and forefinger. "She ees a woman to
grind," Enhar suggested. "Good," Balloo commented, and Julie was
frightened. She didn't know what "grind" meant, but they had just been
talking about her taking care of the men, and her imagination was
limited by the desperate images Balloo had planted . Balloo then
grabbed her arm and pulled her up, shoving her toward the tall thin
Dawak, who chortled, then pushed her in his turn toward the fat Enhar.
They were all indulging in their usual chuckling and giggling. There
was no longer any sense in the hopeless resistance she had put up at
first. Her only chance for even staying alive, she suspected, was to
keep close to Balloo. She was certain that his hard outward approach to
her was an act to show the others that he could be cold and cruel, for
he seemed to have developed a sense of protectiveness toward her that
might keep the others away . . . for a little while anyway
Enhar sat her down on another mat and handed her a very large wooden
bowl of seeds and a stone for a pestle. She understood and relieved,
started to grind the kernels. She hoped and prayed that she would be
forced to grind them all night long! She showed her obedience by
setting assiduously to work under the eyes of Balloo whom she knew she
must take special pains to please. She dared not alienate him or he
might be forced to show his control over her by letting the others take
advantage of her as he had done. The missionary's young daughter vowed
to herself that she would rather die and would do all in her power to
avoid being used in that way again. Julie bent to the grinding with as
much energy as she could muster after the horrible beating her muscles
had taken. She was surprised, though, that the soreness between her
legs was not more acute, considering the ravishment she had undergone.
Of course, she did a lot of horseback riding between the mission and
town. Perhaps that had loosened her for the final assault that Enhar
had submitted her to, followed by Balloo. She didn't know which was
worse! This was the first time since leaving the car that she thought
about those things. She had been in a complete state of shock since the
natives had first grabbed her, and now, even though her consciousness
was beginning to clear, she still could not recall all the bitter
details of what had happened or why it had happened.
Why had they used her like this? Sheer lust couldn't be the answer
unless they were absolute animals, and the thought was gradually
sinking into her mind that perhaps they were. Her father claimed that
they had human souls to save. She would have preferred to let those
souls live their own lives and allow her and her family to return to
normal civilization, but she had never questioned that they were human
beings. She had never questioned it before! But if they were not driven
by animal lust alone, what did they hope to accomplish with all their
brutality? What intelligent plan could account for this? "Give the
Missa Julie food," she heard Balloo ordering someone, and then the
lanky Dawak brought her a wood slat with one of the native pan breads
on it. It was probably the same kind of food for which she was in the
process of grinding flour right now. She had seen it made before. It
was only flour with animal fat and water and cooked in small loaves
right on top of the hot stones of the stove. The natives had plenty of
goats, but there didn't seem to be any milk products here now. She
would have liked some cheese or butter. The bread would be like sawdust
without it, and she wasn't hungry. But she ate, ate and smiled. She ate
to please!
Kubby was the one with the best view. He sat facing her, and without
looking up, she knew very well his eyes were glued tightly to her
almost entirely visible body beneath the tattered nightgown she was
wearing. It had been ripped and torn in so many places that there was
very little material left to cover her completely naked body hiding
beneath. While she ate, she concentrated on keeping her arm pinned down
to the side of her left tit so the material wouldn't fall open in front
of Kubby. She knew this would be fatal. They were already all worked up
so badly by watching Balloo rape her in the back seat of the car, that
it wouldn't take much to set them off again. As soon as she finished
her little loaf of the bread, she concentrated on studying the four
primitives who were holding her prisoner. Kubby was not very tall,
maybe five-five, she guessed. But what he lacked in height, he
certainly made up for in build. He was broad and stocky, and as she
studied him, she remembered the way he had walked from the car to the
hut. It had reminded her dimly of an ape with his bare torso and his
long swinging arms that were out of proportion to the rest of his body.
It almost appeared as though he could touch the ground without bending
over much farther than his natural stance. His face was thick and his
broad nose flat, more the central African type as she understood it,
rather than Senegalese.
Dawak, her guardian in the car, was tall and thin, not as muscular as
the others, which explained why holding her down was such a strain for
him. He seemed to know that he did not measure up in some way. His eyes
stayed blatantly on her when she looked at him almost as if to say that
his lack of strength didn't matter; he was every bit as tough as the
others. There was an innate cold cruelty in his dark eyes that she
could not otherwise explain except by his possible sense of
inferiority. Anyway, she had no desire to challenge him and was
grateful that he was held in check out of fear of Balloo's authority.
She wondered what would happen to her if Balloo were not here! .
Balloo, on the other hand, was strong and well-built, and he carried
himself with an arrogant confidence befitting his position as leader of
the little band. He had long sensuous hands that she could still
remember coursing over her body as he had ravished her in the car. His
nails were long and sharp, and she still winced slightly each time she
moved from the marks he had made on her body while he was stroking her.
He, too, had a certain cold aloofness about him that repulsed and
frightened her. It was almost as though he possessed nothing whatsoever
in the way of human compassion. There was no doubt of the tremendous
strength he possessed. She could still feel the welts from his fingers
on her hips and upper thighs where he had grasped her when he was
pulling himself into her.
Enhar, now, was repulsive to her, and she suspected that he was not
very bright. His build was much like Kubby's, except that he was older
and less in proportion. His head was far too small for his body, and he
kept it shaved, showing off a myriad of bumps. His limping walk, as
though his feet were disorganized, added to the off-balance physical
appearance he made. His eyes were small and sunk deep in his head, not
the usual Senegalese either, but more so than Kubby. She was afraid of
Enhar, not so much because of what he had done to her in the car, but
because he looked the least human of the group. He looked as though he
had no reasoning power at all. Tonight was not the first time she had
noticed this, either. As little as she paid attention to her father's
so- called "flock," she had definitely noticed Enhar from time to time
and shuddered. She had thought before that there would be no reasoning
or mercy if she ever came under his power, that it was unpredictable
what he might do if his natural instincts were unleashed from the
accepted human restrictions. Of course, she had never dreamed in the
remotest way, that such a time would come to pass. God help her now!
She could detect each of them turning to stare at her out of the
corners of their eyes with hungry animalistic gazes that could mean
only one thing. Still, they continued eating. She kept her eyes on
Balloo as she cowered back against the wall, grinding in the big bowl
again after hurriedly finishing the bit of bread given her. She felt
that it was stuck all the way down her throat and around in the lining
of her stomach. The firelight now burned brightly in the stone stove,
elongating weird silhouettes of the men across the dirt floor and
against the grass walls. Out of grim necessity, she had accepted Balloo
as protector. She felt like a wild dog in a pack or a doe, following
the strongest buck. To think that a few short hours ago, she had been a
sheltered and innocent little religious girl who believed in all the
things she had learned about the value of her protected virginity.
Suddenly she saw her femininity as a means of survival. Once she had
thought that she could choose a nice young religious boy and settle
down with him in a nice chaste religious marriage and the entire world
would keep hands off. But that was a fairy tale like Santa Claus! Why
did adults like her father go on teaching such fairy tales that made
their children so vulnerable in a world where strength and cunning
meant survival whatever we wish to think! A few short hours ago she
still had dreams of an ideal fairy tale mate whom she must seek! Very
abruptly she realized that her mate must be the strongest in the pack,
the strongest she could attract in whatever circumstances. Right now
she must choose Balloo and make him feel the full the full effect his
protective strength had so that he would be inspired to use it . . .
for her sake! He wanted her now and she had no choice but to choose him
if she were to escape the others. Maybe by choice, she meant
cooperation. It was apparent also that Balloo could feel the power he
now possessed over the young, naive white girl as he ate with a quiet
confidence, never once raising his eyes to look at her like the others.
He knew she was there and knew she was his by virtue of his leadership
of the gang. His hold on her was his strength and the protection he
offered her. On the other hand, he had to be trustworthy as a leader as
well. Enhar had been easily eliminated for his foolish mistake, but he
still owed Dawak and Kubby the fruits of his promise. As he ate
silently, he tried to think of some way to keep his promises while at
the same time breaking them! He didn't want to hand her over. She was
his! "Give some svetch to her," he ordered suddenly, pointing to the
bowl they all drank from in common. "But a small bowl!" Kubby jumped up
to fetch a small bowl from the storage area and then poured her a
generous amount from the larger bowl on the table. She had to stop
grinding to take it. "Drink and don't stop," Balloo commanded her,
reveling in demonstrating his power over her to the others. They were
all chuckling, of course.
Julie raised the little bowl and took a small sip, feeling the hot
pulpy tasting liquid burning all the way down to her stomach. It
certainly burned the bread away! It also made her feel slightly sick
until she saw Balloo's eyes glued to her out of the corner of her own
eye, and she tilted the bowl again to take a greater swallow. She
almost coughed it up but with a supreme effort, managed to hold it
down. A faint lightheadedness swirled through her as she raised tilted
the bowl again and turned it bottom-up as quickly as she could finish
the warm fluid to the last drop.
"Sheen do it!" Enhar said with a gleeful ring to his voice. "I tell her
do," Balloo said proudly. "She is Balloo's woman no one can have unless
I geev!" "Hey you!" Kubby protested shrilly immediately. "You already
geev!" "Aaaawwwww," Balloo hedged. "She leetle. I gotta teach!" He rose
from his mat and grabbed Julie by the arm, pushing her roughly back
toward the stove. Though it appeared to the others that he was hurting
her, she could feel a certain restraint in his movement that almost
bordered on gentleness. She understood that he had to be firm in front
of the others to maintain his status, and she let herself be carried
limply along with him across the room.
"Now I teach," he announced and reached to the back of Julie's tattered
nightgown and ripped it down the back in one mighty jerk. The flimsy
material split without effort and floated uselessly to the ground.
Unconsciously she gasped when she realized what he had done and tried
desperately to recover the last remnants of clothing she had left with
which to cover her nakedly exposed body.
"Leave it," she heard Balloo's voice command from above her. "Thees is
first white ass for us. "They never see." He indicated the others with
a gesture of his hand. He didn't seem to expect her to be concerned
about her nudity, and her father had said that the native women wore
nothing on top just like the men, and that they would have to change
that if he could induce the women to come to him at all. The men came,
apparently not learning much thought Julie wryly, but the women did
not. So Julie Davenport hesitated miserably, still crouched on the hard
dirt floor where she kneeled in the vain attempt to cover herself. Her
arms were folded tightly over her large firm titties, that swayed down
voluptuously from her bending torso, naked and unprotected. Her legs
were clamped tightly together in an attempt to hide the brown silken
triangle between her thighs. She began to tremble from the sudden
obscene exposure of her body to the others in the room.
"Get up, Missa Julie," Balloo commanded tersely. "They cannot see white
ass like that!" Julie froze when she looked at the table area and saw
the others begin to rise from their mats and walk with bulging eyes
toward her, crouching naked and vulnerable before the stove. She looked
up at Balloo with a pleading cowed look in her green eyes, but his gaze
remained cold and totally without sympathy. This was his moment to
shine in the eyes of his underlings. and he was playing it for all it
was worth, the power he held over her. He was cruelly sure of himself,
and Julie felt her body rising involuntarily to a standing position
before his hard unyielding stare, unable to resist his command. The
other men crowded around her, gaping with unadulterated admiration and
desire at the full proud young white body being exhibited before them.
"Good titties," Kubby chortled breathlessly. "Good in the mouth!" He
pulled his lips back from a toothy grin that frightened her. She could
almost feel his bite on her nipples. Enhar stood immobile, a crazy
lustful grin on his face. It was all he could do to keep from reaching
forward again and fondling the softness of her with his harsh callused
hands as he had done before in the car, but one look at Balloo cut him
short. He had felt his wrath earlier and that was enough to keep him
restrained for awhile.
"Thees is good for all," the bony Dawak gasped as his eyes followed the
full, ripe contours of her curved hips to the soft silken down at the
juncture of her hips and thighs. But Balloo stood proud and defiant
beside, reveling in the control he held over her and the others. It was
the supreme moment of leadership for him, being able to play on and
control their passions this way.. He was confident and sure of his
power, and as he stood there, almost smirking at them, a thoughtful
contemptuous smile slowly crossed his lips. But it was short lived.
"Hey you," Kubby suddenly said, careful not to smile the wrong kind of
smile to infuriate the touchy leader. "You geev now. She is good
taught."
Julie understood that Kubby was praising Balloo so that the leader
could back down from breaking his word and save face doing so. She
didn't know whether this sort of thing would work among men as
primitive as this. Did their word mean anything? If Balloo had promised
to give her to the others, did he have to do so? But Kubby was
certainly trying to pry her away from Balloo in the very same way a
white man might try to do it. Perhaps pride was as important among
these savages as it was everywhere else in the world. Pride is evil,
her father taught. Julie was beginning to think that it all depended
how you looked at it. If Kubby's strategy were not successful, then
Balloo's pride in his possession of her was her friend! But if Kubby
was successful in reviving Balloo's pride in keeping his word as a
leader, then his pride became Julie's enemy. If Balloo were a humble
leader, then she would have no chance at all! In spite of the
circumstances, Julie could not repress a smile as she thought of how
proud her father was of his humility! Balloo cast a forlorn glance over
her body. He did not look her in the eye now, and it was clear to Julie
that a leader's word was indeed very important among these people. She
had to use all her will power to keep her legs from giving out from
under her as she saw that Balloo was going to have to let them take
her. She trembled, knowing she had no choice, and that if she didn't do
as they commanded her, they would only force her. That would be a
thousand times worse. No, it wouldn't help anything for her to show
resistance. She had to retain an appearance of obedience to Balloo as
an investment in the future. Besides, the men would very probably enjoy
any resistance as adding spice to the game of conquering her. They were
not stronger than Balloo, but they were stronger than she was, and they
would love the opportunity to show their strength. No, fighting would
just make matters worse, and she couldn't bear for this to go on for
too long, whatever was going to happen. Yet she would have to bear up
under it until the chance for escape came. There was nothing else in
the world to help her now but her own will power, brains, and courage.
She was alone. She didn't suppose her father would approve of her
submission, but isn't that what a humble person would do? Humble or
wise! "Pretty, pretty pussy," Kubby was leering. "Let me feel the
leetle pussy!" Julie automatically jumped back as his thick stubby hand
reached out and began stroking the soft resilient pubic hair growing at
the base of her white softly rounded belly. "Be steel, son-of-a-bitch!"
he commanded coldly. Balloo had completely withdrawn and left Kubby in
charge, apparently. The cruel unyielding tone of the fattest savage's
voice immobilized her, and she stood cringing next to where he was
slumped down over his knees as he crouched. Her face crimsoned at the
indignity of having to stand there unable to move as his harsh
calloused fingers coursed around the secret protective parts of her
exposed genitals. She could hear through tightly clenched senses,
including her eyes, the snickers of the others in the hut as they
watched her black tormentor taking indecent liberties with her white
young body. She moaned softly in shame and humiliation as she suddenly
felt the tip of a finger part the sparse brown pubic hair and push
itself into the soft fleshy folds surrounding her cunt. It was still
moist from the ravishment she had undergone in the car some hours ago,
and she heard a slight gasp come from his lips as he felt her openness.
"Aaaahhhhh, I theenk it slide in like slurp easy," he mummured as he
worked his finger up and down the length of the narrow hairlined slit.
"My prick is slurp in there all night long." Slurp was their word for
mud-sliding into the river, a game they played. Julie understood what
he meant and felt the blood rising in her head until she thought her
brain would burst from the pressure. Her face was beet red from the
indignities being heaped upon her. Their demeanors were slowly changing
from one of chortling amusement to slow smouldering desire. Balloo sat
on his mat, leaning on the wood table, his eyes gazing darkly around
the hut as he watched the jubilant Kubby slowly working himself into a
sexual frenzy that he knew was going to erupt into a volcano of rape
within a matter of minutes. He wanted, for some reason he didn't
understand, to rise at that moment and smash his fist into Kubby's face
until there was nothing left but a bloody mass of unrecognizable flesh
for what he was doing to this white girl. Whether it was because he had
possessed something that he must give away, he didn't know. One did not
hesitate to give one's wife to a friend for a favor. But the white girl
was not a wife, she was spoils and by rights belonged to the leader.
Yet he had offered her so what could he do?
"Enhar have hees turn in car like me," Balloo told Kubby in a warning
tone. That was one less of them he had to share the girl with! "Don't
get no marks on her," he suddenly commanded, rising from his mat. "King
Daranje Kawat will be harsh if the missionary will not take her back
because of marks." Julie Davenport was astonished at his words. Did he
really believe that her father would refuse to take her back if she had
marks on her? What a strange way to think! But then, she reminded
herself, a woman was like the wood carvings she had been admiring. To
these primitives, if a woman was marred or broken in any way, what good
was she? They probably assumed that her father would feel the same way.
There was one thing about what Balloo said, though, that made her too
happy to care what they thought of women. They were planning to offer
her to her father, but in exchange for what? Kubby, meanwhile, was
suddenly jerked from his eager probing between the trembling Julie's
legs by the harsh gruffness of Balloo's voice, and withdrew his hand by
instinct. He was disciplined to follow a leader's commands without
question, and this was no exception even though he and Dawak had been
given the girl for the evening. He knew he could get away with almost
anything as long as he stuck to what he could argue was his, but if he
didn't, there would be danger he was not prepared to accept. He played
it cool.
"I am to sleep now," Balloo announced as he kept his old stare on
Kubby, then made his way with his mat to a spot against the wall. "But
I weel wake if something wrong happens," he growled as he threw down
the mat and curled up on it, his face toward the wall. Kubby was silent
as he watched his leader disposing himself for the night, then let his
eyes flicker to the downcast Julie still standing by his mat. He rose
in a slow manner that revealed the strength of his legs in spite of the
fat on his body and with a sudden move that caught her completely by
surprise, grabbed her wrist and twisted her arm painfully behind her
back so that she was forced to turn and fall back against him. Dawak
and Enhar jumped up from where they were sitting and crowded around her
so they could see the exposed view of her white curvaceous front.
Enhar's eyes glowed like a panther's in the dark as he feasted them
hungrily on the firm round titties pointing out at him, gleaming in the
firelight. "Y . . . you, hey you, I can fuck her, too, Kubby?" Enhar
whispered excitedly from the impact the sight of Julie's body was
having on him.
"You help me," was all Kubby would say, but he glanced at the form of
Balloo against the wail and leered meaningfully at Enhar. He began to
twist harder on Julie's arm, perhaps out of nervousness. To allow Enhar
a chance with the girl would place Kubby in a position of authority,
which was hard to resist, but it would be rebelling against Balloo, and
that was not too safe. Julie grunted from the increased pain, but she
still refused to cry out. She didn't want to make things harder for
herself, but her face was locked in a determined expression of defiance
that seemed to increase with each moment the final assault of her
helpless body drew near.
The earlier weakness and lethargy she had let herself sink into had
faded, and she now found herself resisting them automatically with all
her moral being. Maybe it was better to resist. Even the cruel inhuman
pain she was being subjected to could not overcome the intense
revulsion and hate she felt for the three dark and animal-like faces
surrounding her. She had to resist now even though she knew her fate
was inevitable. Her final punishment and humiliation would be in their
hands. "Hey you, for you asking big trouble," Kubby finally growled in
frustration and anger at the unexpected courage of the helpless white
girl. "Gimme help," he demanded of the others. He jerked forward and
pushed her toward the mat placed for her originally against the wall on
the other side of the hut from Balloo. Her arm was almost twisted to
the breaking point, and it was almost with relief that she felt herself
being pushed face down onto the mat, causing him to release her wrist
from the cruel hold he had on it. But it was only momentary relief. As
she struggled to hide her nakedness with her hands and arms, other
hands reached out from the side and pressed her tightly down into the
layers of bound rushes that formed the mat.
"Hold shee down!" Julie heard a voice command through the haze as,
without warning, a hard fist smashed into the side of her head. She
groaned and her arms and legs went limp, her body splayed wide and
helpless in a spread-eagle position across the bed. She trembled loose
and quivering for a moment, and then she tightened the muscles of her
body again as she heard Kubby's next foreboding words.
"Beg me to have the cock or more fist in the head!" She felt Kubby's
hands coursing over her back, and she quivered. She did not resist this
time for fear of further pain. She didn't want to be knocked out. That
way she could not call for Balloo if they overstepped their permitted
bounds. She knew that now her resistance could only be mental and would
be a victory only within herself.
"Turn here and see my black cock," Kubby commanded above her. She
didn't move or answer until she suddenly felt his hand tangling in her
hair. He jerked her head up and around a few inches off the mat. Her
eyes opened automatically, and her face contorted in horror at the long
thick black instrument, stone-rigid, that he held over her head. It was
monstrous and webbed all along the underside with heavy throbbing
veins, giving grim advance warning of the lustful state he had worked
himself into during her kidnapping. Her eyes trailed a slow path up the
length of his torso to his face, a piteous and useless plea nestled in
them, pleading for mercy. There was none. Nothing but a cold and
unyielding face staring down at her.
"You like?" he tormented. She tried to answer, but her voice was frozen
somewhere deep in her chest. "Hey you, you like?" he hissed again and
twisted her hair viciously in his hand. "Y . . . yes, I like it," she
finally managed to stammer through the pain and degradation. "You see,"
he explained. "I put it in here and you weel have it come out here!" He
laughed and so did the others. He had pointed that he was going to put
it in her cunt and it was going to come out her mouth! Loosened up, the
other two men laughed nervously from excitement now, thinking of what
was about to happen. It had been different back there in the car when
Balloo had been laying it to her. They couldn't see it all too well in
the semi-darkness of the car, lit only by the small flashlight. But now
she was stretched out before them completely nakedly exposed in all her
white youth and innocence, and they were going to watch her get fucked
like they had never seen anyone get fucked before. Both their eyes
glowed like hot coals in the shadows from the anticipation that had
been building like a storm since they had first abducted her from her
bedroom hours back.
"Hold her down until I een there," Kubby ordered nervously. His voice
quivered from the salacious thought of what he was about to do to this
virginal young white girl, and his long lust-thickened cock ached like
it had never ached in all his life. He dropped to the mat and rolled
across the full length of her back, his face pressed into the clean
soft odor of her light brown hair that glimmered with little orange
sparks in the firelight from the stove.
Julie winced from the attack and began to struggle weakly, but unseen
hands forced her back deeper into the mat. Her arms were pulled to the
sides of the mat and held in a vice-like grip that could not be broken.
Kubby's knees behind her were slowly and relentlessly forcing her knees
apart with a rough pressure that scraped the tender backsides of her
thighs and calves.
With all her power she strained to keep them closed, but it was
hopeless. She gave a sudden "Oooomph," as the breath surged from her
lungs, and her resistance broke. He dropped between her legs as they
spread wide across the mat. her toes hanging out onto the dirt floor on
either side. A soft helpless moan escaped from her tightly closed lips
as she felt the hardness of his prick make warm wet contact with the
soft inner flesh of her thighs. He moved forward, insinuating the full
length of it along the narrow widely stretched crack of her asscheeks.
Her shoulders were held down tight against the bed so that her
struggles were limited to her lower torso. Her asscheeks squirmed and
twisted beneath him, inciting his lust to the utmost. "Hey you, kneel
here," his voice breathed into her hair. She tried to stiffen her body
more and pressed tighter into the mat. Bitter tears of anger and fear
ran from her cheeks, wetting the grass under her face as she felt his
smooth hot skin pressing down onto her, covering the full length of her
prostrate body. She tried not to move now after the command, knowing
whatever she did would only worsen her position.
A hand pushed down on the back of her head, pressing her face tight
into the rushes. She struggled for a moment to breathe but could not.
She tried to cry out, but her mouth would not open. A faint dizziness
swept over her from the lack of oxygen, and she let her body go limp.
The hand was released. and she gulped desperately at the air greedily
filling her tortured lungs with welcome relief. Hands on her now
relaxed hips pulled them powerfully up off the bed, another hand
staying hard behind her neck to keep her tits and face pressed harshly
down into the mat. By the time she fully recovered her breath, her
asscheeks were waving high off the bed behind, and she made a momentary
and fruitless lurch forward to flatten them again. The hand pushed her
face tight back into the mat, cutting off her breath as before.
She relaxed and ceased her struggles. She knew she would eventually
give in the end, anyway. There was nothing left now but horrible
humiliating submission to their every obscene desire. Her body was a
helpless toy to be used as they wanted in their animalistic quest for
satisfaction, satisfaction that would only cease when they had exploded
their hot liquid desire deep inside her soft and resilient body that
was now beyond all resistance and care. She listened, suddenly hearing
a noise that she prayed would be some kind of rescue. Perhaps Balloo
had changed his mind! She listened carefully, but it was only Balloo .
. . snoring!
Chapter 3
There was a general, palpable pause in the whole room when the snoring
began, then everyone relaxed. Kneeling behind her, Kubby gazed down at
the full white moons of her ass stretched up in sacrificial offering to
him, with eyes bulging wide in hot uncontrolled desire. Gods of the
feathered spirits! He had never seen anything like it. His black balls
tingled and ached, and he longed to thrust forward into the narrow
teasing slit swinging into the air before him right now without further
hesitation. But he couldn't. He had waited too many hours to get her
like this, helpless and kneeling like a slave in front of him. He had
to get the most from it.
The black savage held himself back, purposely torturing himself for the
moment in anticipation of when he would thrust forward and slide his
throbbing black blood-swollen cock deep between the full white moons of
her proud little ass with its white god swaying gently and defeated
before him. She was an arrogant little bitch, molesting the ways of his
people just like her father. He wanted to break her more than anything
else in the world. He wanted to feel her squirming beneath him, needing
him as much as he needed her. That would be the ultimate conquest, a
proud white bitch that was repulsed and horrified with the thought of a
heathen, her father called it, black cock fucking into her, suddenly
turning animal and losing all control over herself, forgetting who she
was, where she was, and all but the overpowering need to be fucked
until she couldn't move again. The thought raced through his loins like
an electric shock.
His animal cunning burned within him like a sacrificial fire. For a few
torturing moments he ground his long thick cock around in the narrow
white crack of her ass, pressing the soft quivering cheeks of flesh
together around it to enclose it like the fitting of a warm fur-lined
glove such as the one a man used on a hunting party. He leaned forward
and planted a warm wet kiss with his thick rubbery lips along the
standing ridges of her spine, feeling her quivering beneath him. She
groaned slightly as her body shook and trembled from the moist contact
at her loins and back. Then he backed off slightly, running his long
pink tongue slowly and wetly down the full length of her back until he
reached the tightly clenched crack of her ass swaying gently high off
the ground. Her shoulders were still held hard down against the mat by
the leering Dawak and Enhar.
Kubby dropped his hands to the full rounded asscheeks, placing his
thumbs on either side of the soft resilient cheeks and pressed out
gently. He knew this was the time for patience. She had passed the
first stage of physical submission by violence and now the conquest of
her mind and spirit must be done by softness of touch. The unexpected
change from pain and brutality to one of tenderness and caressing of
her private genitals should, in spite of her resistance, catch her off
guard. She had geared her mind to the fighting of the pain and
humiliation, but not softness and pleasure. She was not prepared for
it.
Her asscheeks clenched together against the pressure he was exerting
with his thumbs, and he eased off slightly still keeping up a constant
easy tension for a seeming thousand seconds until the straining muscles
of her inner thighs slowly tired and relaxed bit by bit. His face was
crouched on the same level with the thin red folds of flesh that
covered her cunt, and as he watched, eyes gleaming, they slowly parted
before the almost imperceptible outward pressure of his thumbs. He
could see a slight moisture forming and glistening on the soft insides
of her thighs, as with the easing of the pain and the fatigue of
resistance, she let her backside slip wider and wider apart. He moved
his face forward, careful not to move too suddenly or harshly and alarm
the sudden trust building inside her from the gentle touch he was
subjecting her body to now. His face was a scant few inches from the
soft brown pubic hair covering the tender resilient flanges of her
cunt, and the odor was one of sweetness that drifted incitingly to his
flaring nostrils. He swallowed deeply as his thumbs pressured outward
and her secret cavern flowered lewdly open to his frozen gaze until
suddenly it was completely and hungeringly open and the soft inner
flesh came into tantalizing view. It was pink and smooth and a slight
moisture from her secretions was visible, glistening and wet on the
soft inner flesh of her thighs.
Kubby breathed hard and blew softly into her. She squirmed and he could
hear a faint groan slipping from beneath her now open lips. She tried
to move slightly, but the pressure of the other two savages' hands held
her tightly in place. She was becoming quiet now, and her movements
were not one of escape or fear but of reflex from the torturing touch
of his hands and breath against the softness of her secret genitals.
Julie Davenport tried to still a rising moan she could feel building
deep, deep inside her throat. The sudden lessening of the pain had done
something to her, something frightening. It had been like the release
of a great weight pressing down on her, and the unbelievable relief
that follows the sudden lifting of such a burden.
She signed and let her muscles that had been so keyed against the
torture relax into a loose tranquillity that increased a thousand fold
by the sudden absence of pain. Unfortunately, now there was something
else, something had replaced the harsh feelings that had rained down on
her helpless form through her frightened nerves a few moments ago. It
was soft and feather-like, except that it was wet, wet and warm, and
was making strange magical circles along the length of her naked and
unprotected back. She shivered slightly as it worked its way slowly
down to the rounded moons of her ass widely exposed behind her.
There was a pressure from somewhere, and she felt a cool rush of air
race between the full spreading globes as the pressure increased in
intensity. She clenched them tightly together in automatic rejection to
the strange unknown probe. The pressure remained, gentle, and lingered
as her dazed mind puzzled over it. Where was she? Who was she? What
were the light tiny animals running over her sensitive white flesh,
caressing her kneeling body as though they were human things except
smaller and a thousand times more gentle . . . gentle as rain drops.
"Mmmmmnnnn!" she sighed, and her ass relaxed in a great feeling of
warmth and peace as suddenly her whole ass felt open and wet as it had
never felt before with the ever constant pressure pushing outwards
again. Julie did not resist, and another long low mewl escaped from her
lips as she let herself be pulled open wide by the magic beings playing
upon her.. She tried to move her shoulders, but they were locked
tightly to the mat by harsh hands whose touch she no longer recognized.
She could no longer think at all, but it did not matter, the hands were
no longer hurting her. There was no longer the excruciating pain that
had covered and permeated her entire body a few short seconds ago.
There was only the light rising sensation of floating, floating on a
soft gentle fleece-puffed cloud whose very warmth belied the presence
of danger.
Kubby, kneeling behind her with his thumbs holding the crack of her ass
wide, grinned an obscene grin. He could feel the thoughts running
through her body and knew he had won his short patient battle as the
cheeks of her ass slowly relaxed in front of his excited face. He pried
them wide, wide apart until all of her crotch stood open and
unprotected before him, his for the taking.
His head raised slowly and he pressed his face forward, pushing open
his mouth hard against the wetness of her hungering cuntal slit. She
squirmed slightly and he tightened his hands on her asscheeks so that
she couldn't slip away, and with one quick rush of his thick wet
tongue, he thrust it lewdly forward between the warm fleshy folds of
her cunt. Kubby heard the white girl gasp from the sudden unexpected
entry into her soft wet hole, and a surprised sigh smothered itself
into the rushes of the mat. She had jerked forward with the first hot
teasing contact in an involuntary spasm of delight but quickly screwed
her ass back hard against his face. Her cuntal hole contracted, opening
and closing tightly around the long smooth length of his tongue sunk
deep inside her. Her breath exploded down into the mat in small quick
gasps that muffled themselves into tiny mewling grunts, twisting her
face harder and harder into the bed as he began a sudden curling and
flicking of the wet moist tongue imbedded up inside. He pushed his lips
closer and began to work at the whole of her open backside, sucking and
licking at it crazily while her asscheeks throbbed and swayed around
his face, almost out of control.
"Aaaaahhhh, hey you!" the open mouthed Enhar gasped their favorite
expression as he watched with unbelieving eyes her sudden and complete
surrender to the black wildly licking face buried in her hungering cunt
behind. Dawak could not speak at all. He had released one hand from her
little white shoulder and was pressing it tight against the outside of
his pants where a small circle of seminal fluid had seeped its way
through from the hard throbbing excitement of his aching cockblood-
swollen cock. He released her shoulder with his other hand as there was
no longer any need to hold the subjugated girl so hard, and he began
coursing it up and down the quivering flesh of her back.
The plump Kubby worked slave-like behind the kneeling missionary's
daughter, his pink tongue withdrawing and fucking, withdrawing and
fucking, making a wet sucking sluicing noise with each wicked thrust.
Her cries were one long low continuous moan now as he withdrew his
lashing lewd tongue suddenly from inside the warm smooth hole and found
the hard, throbbing clitoris and licked. He pushed his face farther
under her crotch and began to suck and tease at it gleefully with his
teeth while she writhed and churned her asscheeks above him in a lewd
dance of desire.
"Oooohhhhh, aaaahhhhh," she chanted, her body and mind completely out
of control from the delicious and obscene sucking of her loins. With a
lewd and triumphant satisfaction, he could feel the muscles of her
asscheeks hollowing and contracting around the sides of his cheeks as
he licked and sucked at her with a greedy untamed animal lust that
threatened to drive him completely crazy.
Her hungering cunt flowered open wider and wider, and her moistness
increased with each further second his sucking mouth worked at her
widely stretched hole. It ran in slight warm trickles down the side of
the savage's black cheeks pressed tightly into the softness of her
white ass warmly enclosing his face and down the inside of her smoothly
working loins into the soft inner flesh of her hollowing thighs.
She was almost ready to cum! Kubby could see that from the wild
abandoned tempo of her body and knew it was time, time to luck his
lust-ramming cock into her innocent softness. He wanted to feel it
throbbing around him when she reached that climax that was so near now
and wanted to explode inside her white little belly with himself in
rhythm to her own cries of fulfillment. He wanted to fill her full of
his hot black man's cum until she would never forget tonight as long as
she lived. The little white man's god-daughter bitch, he would show her
what a real man's cock was like and how good it could be. She would
never want one of those white men again. He would stretch her so wide
that she would never be able to even feel one of them. All the years he
had been exchanging one master for another, whether King Daranje Kawat
or the white man's god or Balloo, began to bubble over in a boiling
cauldron of hate and lust and the desire to hurt. His long lust-filled
thick cock ached from the anticipation he was building, building, while
he worked at her loins with his hot punishing mouth. With some
difficulty, he slithered up to his knees and worked his hips into the
now wet and glistening opening of her asscheeks from behind.
"Thees is now fuck time," the gasping Enhar gloated. "Yessssss," Dawak
breathed, his own cock now out of his pants and held tight in his free
hand. Meanwhile, Kubby was kneeling behind her now, his hips pressed
tight into the open crack of her ass. He held the throbbing thick
veined black cock tightly between his fingers with the large
bloodfilled head poised at the tight elastic opening of her hungering
cunt. He watched it with lust- gleaming eyes as the tiny wet lips
contracted and throbbed around the edges like the mouth of a fish
gasping desperately for breath in the hostile environment of a drying
brook. He ached all over from the thought of the lovely young white
girl kneeling in abject servitude in front of him to be used as he
would for as long as he would. His gaze was locked on the whiteness
arid purity of her body, and he let his eyes feast for the slightest of
seconds on the way her soft full ass curved sharply down into the
narrow wasp-like waist that looked as though it would break from the
slightest of pressures. On either side of his kneeling legs, he could
see her white thighs tapering down sharply to her small well-formed
knees and then blossoming out again to the fullness of firm shapely
calves. He envisioned her lying on her back with the dainty strength of
those white calves locked tightly behind his ass, pulling him into her
in a savage burst of lust that only the mind can conjure. That would
come later, flickered through his brain. Now his hard prick and
testicles ached as they had never ached for anything before, and he had
to fuck it into her now before it was too late, before he emptied his
hot sperm all over those soft white asscheeks kneeling helplessly
before him. Between her open and fully exposed cunt and the end of his
bloated cock now, there was just a finger's length, and he pressed her
asscheeks wider apart to see it more clearly. His lust-hardened cock
jerked slightly again as though unable to contain itself when the
tightly puckered asshole came into view just above the moist hole of
her cunt. For a moment he was tempted to take her there, but the
thought passed from his mind as he felt a small dew-drop of moisture
forming slowly on the end of his tortured prick. He had to have it now
or it would be too late. He couldn't hold back another instant.
Slipping his knees as far up between her widely stretched thighs as he
could possibly go, he moved forward and guided his long bloodthick cock
forward between his thumb and forefinger, gently parting the soft brown
pubic hair with the rigidity of the throbbing head. He felt the warm
soft folds of the ragged edges of her clasping cunt close wetly over
the rounded tip of his lusty cock.
He groaned. Never in his entire life had he felt anything so soft and
tender. Trapped between the delicious layers of wet ready flesh, he let
it lay throbbing for a moment. The lewd contact of his thick black cock
pressed into the whiteness of her behind, incited him to uncontrolled
lust. Aaahhhhh, worshipful gods of the feathered spirits, he thought,
what a feeling! He had to take her, droned through his now dazed mind.
Kubby flexed his asscheeks, feeling all the frustrations he had built
up over a lifetime, it seemed, suddenly surging forward with him into
the warm wet flesh of the groaning white girl in front of him. He
gasped aloud through the silence of the shabby, sparsely accoutered
room as he felt the tight hot walls of her contracting cunt soothingly
slipping over and then wetly enclosing the rock-hard length of his
surging black cock.
'Ooohhhhhh," she grunted beneath him as he surged into her, pushing the
smooth giving walls of soft flesh inside before him like rippling waves
off a speeding ship. Her body trembled and shook before the sudden
assault that took her completely by surprise. She had lain dormant
before the strange unknown caressive torture her battered body had
accepted with grateful joy after all the fear and terror she had
undergone, but suddenly the mood changed. Gone were the tender wet
probings of her resistless cunt that had seemed so unreal and faraway.
Gone was the daze that had encompassed her mind and taken her into
another world of half-conscious ecstasy.
Suddenly she was thrust back again, back again into the reality of the
shabby treatment and the desolate room on the rush mat with her
shoulders being pressed down painfully again into the musty mat. Her
shame and humiliation returned with a vengeance as she felt her thighs
and asscheeks being swept wide apart by the thick lust-swollen black
cock of the savage who was tunneling up into her mercilessly from
behind . "Uuuggghhh," she heard a loud low gasp spit through the room
behind her.
She squealed suddenly, not from the pain, for there was none. She was
wet and open, and he slid into her easily from the warm moist
secretions that had flowed from her hungry cunt during the teasing
ministrations of his tongue a moment ago. But she squealed from the
sudden and degrading realization that she was hopelessly trapped on the
mat between the hands of the primitives in front of her and the thick
bloated rampaging, fucking cock skewering into her from behind. She
screamed for him to stop, helpless tears of frustration and humiliation
flooding again from her terror stricken eyes. But there was no respite.
The intrusion deep in her dilated cunt grew and expanded before his
uncontrolled assault until she felt the sudden heavy weight of hard
muscular loins crushing hard into her ass, sweeping them wider and
wider apart as he pressed forward more with all his strength to sink it
as deep inside her quivering white belly as far as he could.
"Aaahahhhh, thees is good," Kubby breathed, his lips bared back tight
over his broad white teeth. "I'm in to the mouth!" Julie Davenport
groaned piteously beneath him, her face pushed deep down into the mat
by the pressure from behind until she could hardly catch her breath.
Her hungering cunt felt twisted and stretched as though she were being
impaled on a coconut trunk. She fought, clenching the muscles of her
asscheeks tightly together to keep the long hard fleshy cock from
embedding itself further. But, it was useless. Her struggles only
incited him more, as her cuntal muscles clasping around him, wet and
warm in protest against the unwanted entry, enclosed around him like
warm melted goat's butter, and made the huge black cock throb and grow
lewdly inside her until she felt stretched and filled in her belly and
loins beyond all possible imagination. The lovely little brown-haired
girl's back ached horribly now from the cruel position she was still
held in for so long on the rush mat, and she tried to move, but the
hands had pressed against her shoulders again after her warning move
when Kubby had fucked it into her from behind. She felt other hands,
too, hands roaming all over her body not occupied by the savage pressed
tight into her ass from behind. Her titties were being kneaded and
squeezed by fingers that had slipped secretly between them and the mat
while she had been occupied with the skewering of her hungering cunt.
They were hard and cruel and brought her tiny bud-like nipples to an
involuntary erection from the harshness of the naked contact with her
flesh.
Over the ridges of her cruelly bent spine, another hand coursed,
following it down to the juncture of her asscheeks where quickly and
without preparation, the mysterious feeler fucked a finger deep into
the confines of her tight unused asshole. She jumped from the first
painful intrusions and then froze to ease it a bit. The pain passed as
her back passage slowly became adjusted to the unnatural intrusion.
"Haaaahhhh! I geev the ass my finger," she heard Enhar exclaim
excitedly through the daze of the three way rape. From her trembling
lips broke tiny bursts of protest. Her cuntal passage felt stretched
and torn beyond all possible repair, and the dual ravishing of her
loins with Enhar's long thick finger implanted deep up her rectum made
the feeling all the more intense. She tried not to move as she felt the
pain easing with the stillness of her body, but the crazed savage
ground and twisted his finger deeper, circling it and expanding her
asshole until she thought it would split from the almost unbearable
pressure. The hand cupping her naked tits beneath twisted and squeezed
with brutal thoroughness, teasing and pulling at every part of their
young round firmness until she thought they would burst from the
painful manipulations.
Kneeling behind her bent and trembling form, Kubby flared his nostrils
and began fucking in and out of her with long, lunging strokes. His
short thick hands held tight to the rounded curves of her tender hips,
slipping the moist sheath of her stretched and throbbing cunt back over
the thickness of his blood-swollen cock as though he were thrusting his
hand into a small boar-fat-filled glove.
But this .was still not enough for the lunging Kubby. He had to have
more from this proud little white bitch who would never even look upon
him when he sat in her father's house. He wanted her bent to his will.
He raised his hand high in the air as he continued the powerful in and
out strokes he had established and brought it down firmly against her
quivering white ass. The flat smack of flesh against flesh echoed like
the shot of a white man's rifle through the jungle. Julie's pathetic
scream shattered the quiet an instant later. For a brief moment, the
snoring stopped against the other wall, but it immediately started
again. There would be no help from Balloo.
"Move thees ass better!" Kubby hissed behind her. Julie Davenport
complied without hesitation. She knew enough by now to realize the
first blow would only be followed by more if she defied him. Her
asscheeks rotated slightly with her first cautious experiment with
movement, and then, feeling no pain, she let herself follow his rhythm,
grinding and twisting her ass back against his hard driving veined
prick and pelvis as though she were glued to them.
"Shake it like rain, babee! Like hot dance!" he rattled through tightly
clenched teeth as he felt her begin to react to his hands digging into
her gyrating hips. He was referring to a frenzied rain dance the
natives did. It involved throwing burning coals with bare hands into
the river to make the highest spouts of steam possible.
"Oh, oooobhhhh, ooooohhhh!" she exclaimed again and again as she bucked
beneath to his command. The sounds she made were muffled and indistinct
from her face buffet hard down into the mat. With his every hard
forward lunge now, his thick lusty black cock which filled her helpless
aunt to the bursting point, flung her hard forward against the
restraining hand of the two savages holding her shoulders down to the
bed. She felt as though she were being attacked by a giant ape who was
pushing her thighs open to the utmost angle and reaching to the deepest
point in her belly with his monstrous ever-growing blood-veined cock.
His fingers kneaded and squeezed at her ass with a wild frenzy, jerking
the fat Enhar's fingers from her asshole and replacing it with one of
his own in a hard cruel fuck into her soft rubbery depths. "Aauuugghh,"
she screamed, still unheeded by the snoring across the room. Kubby
swept and fucked into her with a growing frantic abandon of sensation
from the hands working at her every sensual part. She could feel him
fucking more sadistically now, the sight of her bucking body inciting
him to greater and greater effort. Her breath had become one long
continuous groan that was no longer muffled by the grass mat. She was
droning it out into the room, her face turned sideways on the mat so
that he could look down on it and see with lust-gleaming eyes the
effect it all was having on her. Her lips opened and closed fish-like
in torment, half in humiliation and shame from the sudden
uncontrollable feelings surging through her and half in fear that she
would be ripped asunder by the cruel hands coursing brutally over her
nakedly exposed body.
There was suddenly another movement around her head, and she could feel
the grass mat dropping with a pressure in front of her face as a heavy
weight descended around it. Fingers were fumbling with her lips, trying
to open her mouth and then she felt a spongy, wet sensation pressing
against her lips. She jerked her eyes open and to her horror saw, right
in front of her face, a long black bloated cock about seven or eight
inches long. The lanky, bony Dawak, who could no longer take the lust-
inciting scene of the white girl being fucked from behind by Kubby, had
sat back on the mat and wriggled under her face. It was pressed tight
into his loins, and his legs were splayed out on either side of her
shoulders.
Lifting her head with the flat of his palm pushing back against her
forehead, with the other hand, Dawak was forcing the blood-bloated head
of his lewd prick into her gasping mouth. She mumbled in terror and
revulsion and tried to shake her head away, but he held her tight and
she could not move. She could only clench her teeth and lips tightly
together and try to keep it away, but he was not to be denied. As he
increased the pressure, it felt as though her lips were being pushed
back through the sharpness of her teeth. He groaned and struggled
against their softness, feeling them parting, tiny bit by tiny bit,
until suddenly, with the aid of an extra hard lunge from the savage
fucking her in the rear, she gasped too wide! The broad thick black
cock crushed through her soft, moist lips and into the wet warm cavern
of her mouth. She could feel the hugeness of it slithering up the
length of her tongue and filling her mouth completely with its thick
blood-fleshy hardness.
Dawak, in his lust-incited state, began to slowly screw his blood-
inflated cock up and down toward her face with his thickened prick
sliding in and out of her mouth. His hands held her head in a vise-like
grip, with the palms pressed hard against her ears. She struggled
mentally against the obscene rape of her mouth, but it was useless as
he quickened his fucking to match those of Kubby fucking into her from
behind, never quite pulling it all the way into her from behind, never
quite pulling it all the way out, but always leaving a slight part of
the tip beyond her lips in the hot moist shelter of her mouth.
Julie Davenport closed her green eyes, her humiliation knowing no
bounds. She felt numb to the world around her, devoid of sensation. In
a trance-like state, she watched the length of the long hardened black
cock where it came out of the fly of his roughly woven pants and jerked
toward her mouth like some horrible snake creeping from its hole in the
ground.
"Suck, little white missa, suck! Suck!" she heard him command harshly
above the top of her head. And she did. She was conditioned to
following their every command now from the fear of the unknown ahead.
Her lips slowly began to nibble at the thrusting instrument, stony hard
as it was, and she coughed and sputtered at first until she became
accustomed to the unnatural invasion of her mouth. She tried not to
think about what she was doing, but it was impossible not to. His
testicles bounced against her chin and there was stale odor of sweat
around his loins that filled her nostrils with constant reminder of the
cruel depraved attack she was being subjected to.
Behind the white missionary's daughter, Kubby could feel himself
building toward the end. He knew it would be soon and began to fuck
faster into her, harder and faster, battering mercilessly the quivering
cheeks of her ass with his hard driving hips. His black hands gripped
her waist hard, squeezing the soft flaccid white flesh into random
crazy shapes beneath his fingers. His lips bared back against his
teeth, and he could not close his mouth. His breath came in short
stuttered machine gun blasts that crackled obscenely through the
firelit room. He stared down at her slender bucking body and bobbing
head. The contrast of Dawak's long black cock disappearing into the
chalky whiteness of her face, shot chills of lightning-like sensations
up the length of Kubby's spine. He tore at her ass, stretching the twin
moons as wide apart as he could and watched his own long black cock
disappearing into the moist pink flanges of her hungering cunt in an
exciting contrast of black into white. "Haaahhhhh," he sputtered. "The
gods of the feathered spirits pull high!" He knew his mood was pulled
and lowered by the bird-spirits-of his people, and right now the spirit
that held him in its great talons was definitely ascending a giant
mountain peak!
As he worked demon-like behind her, his eyes flickered smokily back to
her tender lips clasping and unclasping around the growing black cock
of the savage in front, who was forcing her to suck his lewdly inflated
prick. Julie worked in a daze at the command of his fingers, licking
and sucking like a hungry child as he forced her to follow slave-like
with her lips, his every fuck into the tender shelter of her mouth. Her
ravishment continued on and on at both ends of her bent and tortured
body as the crazed Enhar cupped and kneaded her jiggling titties
hanging down beneath her bucking white torso with a cruel hard pressure
that periodically jerked her mind from the ceaseless rape of her other
tender parts.
The saliva in her mouth grew and grew, threatening inundation. It was
becoming slightly sticky now as small emissions of lubricating fluid
seeped from the end of the black man's cock into its warm depths. She
could feel his hips writhing and straining below her bobbing head as
though he were in the last spasmodic throes of death. His long sensuous
fingers were curled tightly in her hair, slipping her mouth up and down
over the end of his fucking fleshy instrument as though it were another
devouring cunt into which he was venting the full wrath of his animal-
like lust. She could feel it stretching and expanding inside her mouth
until there was no room left and moaned piteously around it as it
fucked forward, hard down to her tonsils as though it were trying to
meet the other hard cruel granite-like prick skewering deep into her
belly from behind. Never in her young life had she ever felt so utterly
used and debauched and sucked with her mouth and wriggled her asscheeks
from behind wildly to end it as quickly as she could. There was nothing
else but that now, nothing but to please them as best her innocent
white young body could, and pray it would be all they would demand.
The lewd savage in front of her jerked suddenly as though stuck by a
pin and writhed his hips up tight into her face, sinking the full
length of his blood-inflated cock deep down into her gasping throat.
She fought to breathe, but it was hopeless as suddenly his lewd cock
erupted in the warm wet interior of her sucking mouth, unintelligible
sounds of profanity of a native sort rolling from his lips. His hot
thick liquid squirted into her mouth like the rush of raging water
through the ground to an open spring, did she sucked and swallowed,
sucked and swallowed, her cheeks inflating and deflating all the time
from the pressure of the bursting dam of sperm. It lasted for a seeming
eternity, her mouth tilled with the pungent taste of his sperm and
lust, and then it jerked a long last jerk and softened beneath her
swirling tongue. Her senses were gone and she was hardly aware of it
when a moment later his cock oozed in a slimy soft mass of flesh from
between her lips. His hands pulled her head limply forward to lay
trapped against the whole of his trembling loins.
The beautiful young girl could still feel its rubbery soft length
pressed tight against the cheeks of her face when she heard a grunt
from behind her. She felt her thighs and asscheeks swept wide apart in
one last ass-crushing rush as the other savage fucking into her
mercilessly, shoving it as far as it could fuck into her belly and
began spewing his hot sticky liquid deep up inside her helplessly
defenseless cunt.
"Aaaooohhh," he cried, his mouth opening wide with the loud,
uncontrolled sound as she felt his lewd sperm filling her cuntal hole
with a great rush. She could feel it flooding hotly into her and
filling the depths of her womb until she thought she would burst
inside. There were several convulsive jerks of his pelvis against the
soft cheeks of her ass, a desperate digging of fingers into the soft
flaccid flesh of her hips and then he fell forward over her back,
pushing her face across the exhausted and satiated black primitive, who
had just forced her to suck him dry. There was no longer any movement
at all except for the cooing sounds of the fat Enhar, masturbating by
the side of the mat, his eyes rolling wildly in his head as he, too,
approached an orgasm. There was a movement of bodies, and Julie felt
herself falling to the mattress as Dawak slipped from under her and
Kubby lifted himself exhaustedly from her back. There was a sudden cool
rush of air between her legs as his deflated prick withdrew from her
ravished and wet loins.
Over on her back she rolled and lay still, unable to move and not
caring. She had never felt so debased and lost in all her life as a
horrible picture formed in her mind of what she must have looked like
being buffeted between the two black savages like a helpless rag doll.
Had her father seen it, she knew, he would have suffered a heart attack
from which he could never recover. What God thought, she couldn't
imagine, but surely He knew that it wasn't her fault. Her body arched
and she dimly felt hands crawling over the wetness of her thighs, which
were still moist from Kubby's sperm She did not move and felt the lips
of her aching cunt being pressed apart again and looked up through
half-slit green eyes to see the frustrated Enhar kneeling between her
open legs, his long lust-hardened cock poised in his hand for entry
into her. She closed her eyes again and drifted into semi-
consciousness, not caring anymore, sin or no sin. She hadn't the energy
to care.
"Leev her. She will be nothing alive!" suddenly boomed across the room
from where Balloo had bedded down for the night. It was a relief to
think someone cared whether she lived or died. It helped to make
herself care once more. She heard a defeated whimper and felt a weight
lifting from between her thighs. Her eyes flickered open again for the
briefest of moments, and she shivered as she saw Enhar standing over
her nakedly exposed body at the side of the mat. He was stroking wildly
with his hand at his large bloated black prick, locking his eyes
insanely down on the wet moist mound of her loins that glistened in the
kerosene lamp and flickering firelight as though covered with a light
coat of early morning dew. She heard him groan and felt a sudden rush
of hot sticky wetness flooding over her naked tits. It was like
standing too close to Victoria Falls, she thought hazily, and then
there was nothing in her mind at all. As she drifted down into a
welcome protective cloak of sleep and exhaustion, just as she lay, too
battered and lost to even put her legs together, the morning was just
beginning to lighten the sky.
Chapter 4
Since the eastern side of the hut was the forested side, there was
little light until late in the morning, and Julie could not believe it
when she was awakened. It still seemed the middle of the night, and she
was certainly tired enough that it had to be! But already Kubby was
tending more little loaves of bread on the stone stove. She imagined
that he had finished grinding the flour she had begun to grind the
night before, yet it seemed inconceivable to her that he had arisen and
done that and made the bread between the time he had fucked her last
night and right now. Yet there he was. Perhaps these primitive
creatures didn't sleep, was a brief, silly idea that flashed
temporarily through her tired mind.
What she most wanted to do when she woke up was wash. The men let her
go out by herself to find a suitable bush to use as a bathroom, but
they would give her no water or place to wash. "We wash you. We clean
you for the spirits in the river," Balloo told her, leaving her
puzzled. It wasn't clear to her whether they were going to wash her in
the river or whether they were going to wash her to give to the spirits
in the river. For a moment her heart froze, but then she remembered
that there had been some talk about her being given back to her father
with no marks on her, so apparently kiting her was not in their plans.
However, there had to be some price they were demanding in return for
her life or the entire kidnapping made no sense whatever. For awhile,
the men seemed to have lost interest in her physically. For one thing
they were very excited because Enhar, usually out of grace and favor
with everyone, had found an ostrich egg and breakfast would be
sumptuous. Dawak, missing at first, came in with a skin of goat's milk,
and then all stood around the big wooden bowl that Julie remembered
from the night before and stirred and chanted and laughed as they beat
the egg and some of the goat's milk and then poured it slowly on a hot
flat stone over the fire, all roaring with laughter and helping with
their wooden spoons to keep the egg mixture from running off the stone
into the fire.
When it was time to eat, they brought her over naked to a mat at their
table. They were so cool and indifferent toward her that she was not at
all embarrassed to sit with them crosslegged, as one had to do with
such a table. The little bread tasted much better with egg and goat's
milk to go with it. Still, she was uncomfortable as she pictured
herself sitting there, eating with her hands, unwashed, especially
after such a night, and her long light brown hair awry and uncombed for
want of anything to comb it with.
Finally, breakfast eaten, Balloo set the others to putting the little
hut in order while he took the white girl outside and started with her
into the jungle. She was still stark naked! Balloo had things in his
arms. She thought maybe there was something in which she could wrap her
fragile white body. "Balloo, please give me something to wear," she
begged as she stumbled after him. There was a slight path, but she was
still amazed by how he so easily made his way. "Soon," he assured her,
and that's all he would say. It was not long before they came to the
river he had mentioned earlier in the morning. It had to be a small
branch from the Gambia River, Julie decided. One of the things she had
thought she had seen as they left the area of their hut, was another
hut through the trees. At another point in their journey, she could
have sworn she had heard low voices. Now as they broke through the edge
of the jungle to approach the river, she saw that there were indeed
other people around, mostly women here. They were laughers like the men
she knew, and their broad teeth were dazzling in the morning sunlight.
Her appearance caused absolute consternation. One by one, as they saw
her, they stopped whatever they were doing, their expressions froze in
place on their laces, and they stared, looking her up and down with
great curiosity. Momentarily, Julie thought how they looked at her as
though they had never seen a white woman before, and then she stopped
to think about it, realizing that they probably had not! The women
never came to her father's mission house. One handsome woman was
standing in the river, her huge tits just breaking water, unable to
tear her big eyes from this strange sight, a girl with no color in her
skin! Such things had been heard of before. Every once in awhile a
single baby in one tribe or other was born without color in the skin or
hair just as that thing happened sometimes among the animals. Since the
animals preserved such creatures carefully, the natives preserved their
albinos also, even though they rarely lived as long as anyone else, a
though it was said that in a neighboring village there lived one of
these strange ones to be the oldest of his people, but that was legend.
The surprising thing about this creature, though, the women noticed,
was that although she had no color in her skin, she did have color in
her hair, and so they didn't know how she was categorized. Julie
noticed that a woman kneeling at the river, scrubbing some of the
roughly worn material that the natives made for every day wear around
here, had frozen with the garment half in the water. They came close to
this woman and she was looking up at their approach, half in awe and
half in fear. She trembled a little. Julie then saw that the woman's
garment seemed to be trying to tug away from her. It was curious how
instead of floating in the river, it kept dunking itself periodically,
dunking and pulling.
Then Balloo slapped his hand onto her shoulder silently in a gesture
that told her plainly to keep quiet and hold still. She looked up to
see that he was staring at the garment as well. Stealthily he
approached the kneeling woman, whose eyes had not left Julie's strange
white body, and suddenly, he thrust himself down into the relatively
shallow water at the river's edge at a point just beyond the garment.
Up he came, laughing in gales even before the water had dripped from
his eyes. He fumbled to his feet and was clearly holding a burden just
under the water with both arms. Gradually he lifted them, and as he
did, the garment lifted also. A great tortoise held the material firmly
in his mouth and had withdrawn all his limbs and his head, still
holding the garment, into his shell.
"Aaaiueee!" the woman screamed and dropped her end of the material
gladly. "You must wash yourself," Balloo told Julie. "I cannot put
thees down." Apparently, he had meant to wash her. Well, she was glad
for the appearance of the tortoise in that case. "The dress here," she
then asked because she noticed that one of the things he had been
carrying and had dropped when he leaped into the river, seemed to be a
robe of some kind. It looked like burlap although of a softer weave.
"Is this mine?" "Yes, but not unclean," he instructed coldly. She took
that as a threat to wash before touching it. She needed no threat! In
spite of the fact there might well be another tortoise in the river;
there could be anything, her father had warned, in these rivers: she
jumped in almost immediately. She knew the natives scooped sand from
the bottom of the river to use as a cloth with which to scrub
themselves. She and her father had learned that when they had
introduced washing before tea. They had taken the men to the pump to
wash and had been amazed to see that they scooped dirt from the ground
with which to wash! She copied them now because she didn't want to risk
irritating Balloo. She didn't know what "unclean" might mean to him
within his mysterious set of taboos, and she did not wish to discover
the penalty before the rule!
By the time she finished scrubbing herself down with the rough sand and
the river water, she could see that she had changed appearance
considerably. Her skin was everywhere a ruddy pink, and her light brown
hair was matted fairly Rat to her head, combed with her fingers as best
she could. She climbed up onto the river bank again and picked up the
garment that she was to wear. It felt like a tent going over her head,
and she was relieved to find that it at least covered her tits. She had
been afraid that it would be only a long skirt, but she found holes for
her arms, and there was a cord to tie around her tiny waist .
Meanwhile, a couple of the women had helped Balloo construct a kind of
branch sleigh by which to haul the big tortoise back to the hut. It was
a little slower returning because of the addition of the big turtle,
but Julie still had to marvel at the agility with which Balloo managed
to maneuver through the woods. A great roar of laughter and happiness
met them when the other men saw the prize, but instead of taking the
poor creature into the hut, they loaded it into the back seat of the
car, which Dawak and Kubby were filling with gasoline when Balloo and
Julie returned. Then Julie was invited into the back seat, too, though
Enhar was given the task of keeping the tortoise under his feet, and
Julie was placed against the opposite door, shielded by Balloo from
tortoise and Enhar both, for which she was greatly relieved.
"Where . . . where are we going?" she questioned when she saw that they
were all taking off again. Was she being taken home already? "Ah,"
Balloo gasped. "We go to King Daranje Kawat with fine food," he told
her, his eyes twinkling with mischief. He wanted her to be frightened,
that he meant she would be the food, but she knew he was referring to
the tortoise. "Why me?" she asked, not frightened. He knew she wanted
to know why she was involved with all this. "Hey you," he said sternly,
slivers of ice appearing an the glint of his eyes, "much business.
Business, business, business." That was not a word he learned from her
father but from the market place. Most of the traders the natives here
dealt with in the market were French, but some were English. The
Reverend Davenport had discovered that the primitives had learned a
number of English words before they came to him. They seemed to enjoy
learning the language. In fact, the missionary often complained that
that was all they seemed to want to learn. They soaked up the English
words and seemed to let the English religion go over their heads! Oh,
they played the ceremonial games with him but with other motivation
than worship, he suspected. The problem was that he seemed unable to
decipher their reasons!
Julie fell silent after that. Apparently, she was not going to learn
about her abduction until they were good and ready to tell her the
story. By this time, having been through everything there was to
terrify her, she was more curious than afraid. But she must wait.
Even when the automobile stopped in the dusty middle of a clearing that
was surrounded by several of the familiar rush-woven huts, but mostly
by one single long hut that was also taller than the others, Julie knew
no more than she had when the men had stolen into her bedroom the night
before. She had to wait, the object of much curious staring by the
people, while the men wrestled the big tortoise out of the car. It was
almost as though the poor creature knew that he was destined for the
pot! But that's the usual way of life, Julie thought. When the strong
grab the weak, it's to put them into the pot, and most creatures know
this instinctively. It gets complex on the human level, though. She was
being put into some kind of pot for some selfish reasons the natives
had, but as long as they didn't literally boil her, there was not much
else for her to lose, it seemed. She would have to be patient to see
what kind of pot lay in her future. Finally the tortoise had been
hauled away. Balloo and the other three took her into a first tiny room
of the large hut, and there, some women came with great ostrich feather
fans and brushed them carefully from head to foot. They were brushed
three times by three different women before they were taken into the
next room, which was floored with glistening white wood. Julie saw that
there were still other rooms going off to the side from the rooms
through which they passed. She knew by now that she was in the home, or
palace, of the King himself and wondered if she would see him. She had
not long to wonder. After all the preparations that had taken place
including her bath and the brushing down by the women, Julie fully
expected to see a shiny monarch, totally out of reach, perhaps sitting
high on a throne, which all must prostrate themselves before. Instead,
Daranje Kawat sat at a table, waiting for them. He was dressed
beautifully. His robe shone with newness and had large orange and white
diagonal stripes for a print. He wore no hat. but his hair was a
beautiful braidwork in patterns of flowers with stand-up loops of
braided hair for petals. His robe covered his physique, which looked
powerful, and surely his personality emanated a strength, the like of
which, Julie had never before felt. Then she remembered hearing how
these men became kings. They nearly died in the trials that gave them
absolute power. She had always wondered why they did such things, why
they put a man through such cruel and abusive treatment before letting
him become king . . . if he survived, and many did not! Her father said
it was just superstitious savagery, but she was curious.
Without even realizing that she was doing it before she did, she found
herself bowing her head before this imposing man. Oh, if her father
ever saw her do that! Yet she felt a supreme gentleness descend upon
her when she did, a sturdiness like complete acceptance. What a strange
feeling! How mysterious! Never in her life had she felt so a part of
anything as she now felt with these men at this table! What secret
power was this? And was it of God or of the devil, she wondered,
feeling her heart quake. All sat down at the table where the king sat,
and they placed her directly opposite.
She scrutinized his face as much as she dared but saw no smile. She
didn't dare speak up, and she noticed that no one else started a
conversation so she guessed that it was necessary to let the king speak
first. Finally he did smile and speak. "Your king is as powerless as
the feathered spirits who serve him. We have taken you from your
father, but your great God-King comes not. Where is he?" Julie's jaw
could only drop helplessly. His command of English surprised her . "We
brought you here as a challenge, to make him show himself, and to
bargain with him if he were one to respect. But we see he is a coward
as we have long suspected. He sends the feathered spirits to pluck out
our souls and drop them in the great water so we cannot find them when
we have need of them. Or shall I say, he tries to do that. But we have
hiding places." He paused then and seemed to be waiting for her to say
something. She didn't know where to begin. "My . . . my father is not
God, and he would come if he knew where I was." She stopped and no one
interrupted the silence. It was as though the king could feel the knot
of inexpressible information that was lodged in her chest. He was
patiently waiting for her to find the words. "God is . . ." How could
she express it? "I don't think He is what you think." Did he mean
angels by the term "feathered spirits?" "He is not the king of the
feathered spirits? My people have seen pictures of the feathered
spirits serving your god!" "Well . . ." "He does not send them to pluck
our souls? Yet, my people have been told to give up their souls to this
king!" "Well, yes, but . . ." She was stymied again. "What does he do
with the souls he takes if not to drop them in the great water?" Julie
was perplexed. Did the "great water" mean the oceans or the heavens?
"It's to keep them, you see," she said in agony of desperation. She had
no idea but what her answer might determine her fate. "For what
purpose?" "Well . . . well . . . for you!" Oh, if only her father were
here to answer these questions! She didn't really know the answers at
all. She heard a kind of snicker among the four men who sat with her
before the king, but it subsided quickly although the king himself did
not seem to notice and did nothing to stop it. "The first man of our
people who visited in friendship with your father had his soul plucked
by your god. He told me that the place for his soul was empty in his
head and that his ears were ringing with the hollowness of the wind,
and he went and jumped from the Cliff of Doom because your father said
his soul was in a place of after-death and he wanted his soul back."
Julie's breath caught in her throat. She remembered the man. For a long
time he was the only one who would come, and then he was gone and the
others began to come.
"These men," King Daranje Kawat said, nodding toward the four, "have
come to you for the words and books that I needed with which to speak
to you. Others went to the marketplace and brought back words. We will
give you back to your father if he will leave here and take his god of
the feathered spirits with him. We care for our own souls. It is a way
to know where they are and it is better."
The king clapped his hands then, and a beautiful, willowy black woman
entered. The king looked straight at Balloo. "Take her," he invited,
then smiled a beautiful, white-toothed smile. "She is for a great feast
tonight. The turtle is a good sign of pleasure and gratitude on our
people. You have done well, and we will be rid of the god of the
feathered spirits at last!" The king then rose and disappeared in a
ripple of orange and white into a room off this main one. Julie was
aghast and ashamed of the disappointment she felt to see him go. She
had actually been playing with the idea that he might be curious about
a white woman's body. She discovered that she had been hopeful! Oh,
God, how she had changed! Yet she had acquired a new respect for
physical power now, and he certainly had the most she had ever been in
contact with. Part of his charisma was inexplicable. It seemed to have
nothing to do with his physique. Perhaps it was a kind of psychic
strength from the ordeals he had gone through to be king, or maybe it
was just because he felt he had defeated the strong thieving god who
had come among his people.
Now she was back to Balloo again. She must be satisfied with his
protection. Yet, the tail willowy black woman was obviously for Balloo
because he was the leader, Julie supposed. Well, in a way, it might be
just as well. She was quite exhausted, and what she really wanted to do
more than anything else at the moment was catch up on her sleep. It
seemed she was not alone in this desire. Balloo said something to the
black woman, and she changed the direction in which they were walking,
leading them to another hut in the trees behind the palace. While they
walked, Julie managed to ask Balloo who the woman was. Her name was
Kinche and she was one of the king's favorites, bestowed upon them for
today and tonight in return for their services. It was a very great
service to be present in ridding the area of her father and influence
of the feathered spirits, Julie was assured of nothing. She couldn't.
All she could hope that her father would take her home and not relocate
elsewhere. She didn't want to stay in Senegal anymore than the people
there wanted her to stay!
Kinche quickly unrolled mats for everyone. Just the sight of the rush
mat on the ground was enough to make Julie's legs almost buckle under
her and to make her eyes close while still standing up. Balloo saw that
she was tired and he told her to go to sleep. For a moment she looked
at him not just in gratitude but with strange feelings that she had
never felt before. She was jealous of this Kinche! It was incredible,
but she found herself beseeching the muscular Balloo silently with her
eyes to remain faithful to her, Julie! Recognizing the idiocy in her
own heart, Julie turned toward the mat he had indicated was for her and
threw herself down on it, keeping her face against the grass wall of
the hut.
When she awoke, she didn't feel slept out but still tired. Yet there
were strange noises going on and she couldn't keep from rolling over to
see what was happening. The fat Enhar, half-crazed with frustration,
eyes bulging from uncontrolled animal lust, was pulling the beautiful
willowy body of Kinche up to himself and slamming his large thick
rubbery lips on hers. The rest of the men were sitting around chortling
or just grinning, but obviously enjoying the lovely woman's struggles
with the brutish Enhar. Julie's instinct made her want to cry out and
help the girl but she was helpless and knew it. Her mind would not
really work and she lay frozen, green eyes agape at the terrible
spectacle transpiring before her horror-stricken face. Perhaps the men
in this society were in no need of the god of the feathered spirits,
Julie thought, but the women apparently were! Everything Enhar did, he
did with savagery and brutality, it seemed to Julie. Already Kinche's
body was half limp, and the white onlooker watched in stunned horror as
the crazed Enhar, frothing at the mouth from his passion, began
brutally tearing at Kinche's clothing. The now half- insensible girl
did not stand a chance as Enhar grabbed her robe and pulled it
violently over her head and off so that her full black titties fell
free from their modesty and quivered nakedly in the air. The now naked
woman tried to rise but he mashed her back onto the floor again, half
on the mat and half on the ground. Here there was no polished wood for
a floor. Kinche was completely naked and helpless before Enhar's brutal
attack. She looked almost lifeless. There was no resistance left, but
the pent-up passion of the fat Enhar roared on. He rolled her to her
stomach flat on the ground and muttering vague and unintelligible
obscenities, headed and tore at the soft yielding flesh of her ass, her
back, and her thighs, with an insane intensity that brought tears to
Julie's gaping eyes.
Suddenly, with a savage jerk of her shoulder, Enhar rolled her over
again back onto the mat on her back and forced her legs brutally apart.
He kneeled up for a moment between her full dark coffee-colored thighs,
dropping his pants to his knees with a quick movement of his hand, and
then fell forward, crushing her dark lovely body with an animal-like
grunt hard down onto the floor.
Their feet were facing Julie not more than three feet away, and her
stunned emerald eyes were centered on the wide split crack of the
helpless woman's cunt, the smooth blood-pinkened flesh of the stretched
opening presenting a quivering and unimpeded target of soft wetness in
a sparse forest of jet black pubic hair. Her asscheeks were smashed
flat to the rough rush mat beneath, with Enhar's monstrous lust-
thickened black cock insinuated down between the crevice that split the
smooth, full rounded dark moons. The large, oversized, bulbous head
touched the mat beneath and Julie was close enough that she could see
it was wet and sticky where his seminal fluid had seeped out the narrow
opening at the tip in his wild excitement of the rape of the
untouchable king's mistress that had been thrown to him unexpectedly a
few short minutes ago. He was being used as a source of amusement, but
he certainly didn't care for this price!
Enhar wasted no time with preliminaries, and the horrified white girl
lying prostrate at the couple's feet gasped when she saw the muscles of
his ebony ass tighten as it lifted high in the air over the upturned
loins of the moaning and pleading black woman. It poised at the wet
widely stretched opening of her visibly palpitating cunt for what
seemed an eternity and then jerked forward brutally to disappear
between the soft, fleshy, down covered folds between her legs with a
wet slithering rush that brought a long painful scream from the spread-
eagled girl. "Aaaaaaaagggggggghhhhhhhh!" Julie looked at the grinning
men. They were passing among them, of course, a bowl of the
intoxicating svench. She was too horrified to make a sound but moaned
beneath her breath as the terrible Enhar lay still, soaking the full
length of his giant throbbing cock inside the moist softness of the
poor girl's quivering belly for a few torturous seconds, and then with
a deep throated groan born of animal lust began to fuck her savagely
with long hard strokes that carried the full monstrous length of his
blood-swollen prick. The helplessly impaled woman groaned and writhed
painfully beneath the driving force of the black bully's pounding body
as he reached down her legs under her knees and pulled up viciously,
bending her thighs all the way back to her shoulders to give him
greater access to the open wet entrance of her cunt. Kinche choked and
sputtered beneath him in agony and the sudden humiliation of being
thrown to this brute to be used and raped as he wished.
A few moments ago, she had been a proud and untouchable queen of the
king's harem, but now she was just another piece of female flesh that
would be passed among them to be fucked and used as each of them in
turn would so desire and when they would desire. She knew that she was
a great prize for a great service, perhaps the most important service
that could have been done for her people, but she had not expected
anything like this! Her humiliation knew no bounds, and she grunted and
moaned beneath her wildly pumping attacker as though the world had
suddenly ended.
"Balloo!" she called. "Nooooooo, Balloo! Make him stop!" Her pretty
face was contorted in pained disbelief at her sudden fall into the
depths of gang whoredom, the nearest English equivalent to what she was
experiencing. But Balloo and the men only considered her pleas a part
of the wonderfully entertaining show! And Enhar crushed his thick
rubbery mouth down over hers drowning out with a wet slobbering
finality the further screams building in her throat. He dug his fingers
cruelly and hard into the firm large mounds of her tits, and Julie
thought surely he was going to kill the girl from the back-breaking
position into which he was forcing her with greater and greater
strength.
Suddenly Julie began to understand what the lovely girl meant to these
men and why the king had given her as a great prize for their services.
He could have given them any woman or given them each a woman, but a
woman could be had for nothing. That was not the point. He had given
his woman, a part of himself . . . to subjugate! Enhar, especially, at
the very bottom of the pecking order in this group, was now as close to
the top of the status ladder as he could ever hope to get. He was
subjugating the mistress of the king himself!
Kinche was bent nearly double now with her knees scraping painfully
into the roughness of the ground back over her shoulders. Enhar's long
thick lust-inflated cock pistoned like a baobab log into the ever
expanding softness of her devouring cunt, and Julie could hear the
harsh slap of his sperm-bloated balls beating a lewd and orgasm-
building rhythm against the tiny asshole nestled in the crevice below
her filled and battered cunt. She tried to close the sound from her
ears, but it would not go. She tried to close her eyes and shut off the
sight of the horrible ravishment taking place so close in front of her
but they flickered open again involuntarily hypnotized by the bestial
assault. The frustrated Enhar began to go wild now with lust and
sadistic delight at the same time. He twisted and turned her body
beneath him like a limp rag doll as he fucked into her with ever
increasing speed and vigor, smashing the softness of her naked and open
body hard down into the rough dirt floor and into the rush mat until
Julie thought he would drive her completely through it. His hands
pinched and pulled at her as she twisted and squirmed to escape the
pain. His face above her was contorted into a wild mask of sadistic
lust as his blood-swollen cock battered into her, expanding and growing
to ever horrifying proportions before the bulging eyes of the cringing
white girl peering up between his large legs at the rigid column of
wet, fucking black flesh.
Julie Davenport held her breath and gasped as she watched the tiny
folds of dark but pinkened flesh of the squirming Kinche's cunt
withdrawing and sinking wetly back inside again with each brutal thrust
the crazed Enhar made into her. Then her heart suddenly stopped as she
heard a low animal-like groan suddenly erupt from deep in the throat of
the fucking fat savage, and his rigid black pole of bloated flesh
skewering madly into the helpless girt beneath him began throbbing out
its lewd hot liquid deep inside her quivering cunt. Julie could see it
jerking forward and tunneling its way deep inside the moaning and
pleading Kinche as it could go to plant its sperm deep, deep up inside
her. She could see the obscene white liquid of his pent-up passion
bubbling up and overflowing out around his tightly sheathed cock and
down the wetly spread crack of Kinche's ass. The king's mistress'
beautiful legs kicked out helpless in the air on either side of him and
fell limply to the floor. It was over and there was no more reason to
resist. It had been done. The exhausted Enhar lay collapsed heavily for
a moment across her unresisting body, soaking his slowly deflating
prick in the liquid depths of her aching cunt that he had filled
completely a moment before. Then slowly he rose to his feet, pulling
his pants up and tying the cord around them. His eyes were still locked
on the beautiful woman lying limply on the floor and they reflected the
disbelief that still lingered in him that such a prize had been thrown
to him, Enhar! One moment she had represented the untouchable to him,
more untouchable than the white bitch, and the next she was lying
beneath his pounding hips with her legs split wide apart like any other
piece of ass he had ever had, except infinitely better; he could not
explain why!
Then suddenly Kubby was upon Kinche, not even giving her a chance to
catch her breath. He had decided he was going to make her suck him
until she made him cum like a bull in that proud little mouth that had
heretofore been good enough only for a king! He felt a sudden jerk in
his pants as he visualized her swallowing his hot warm load as he
spewed it all the way down her throat. He reached down and ran his
hands greedily over her neck, feeling the smooth tight hollows giving
before the slight pressure he exerted. He circled his thumbs up over
the full sensuous lips and pushed them gently apart to see the pink
moist flesh of her tongue that would soon be circling around the
hardness of his throbbing black prick like that of a coiling snake! The
limp body of the king's mistress shuddered even as she lay limp beneath
Kubby, her new burden. There was a certain horrified acceptance in her
face because she knew there was no hope whatsoever of escape from the
hopeless position she was in. She knew she should be honored that she
was the very best reward that the king could offer for a great service,
but she had been so humiliated and defiled by this group, especially
the fat one, that idealism no longer mattered very much. Hopefully,
this one could never be as bad as the other had been when she had to
lie there and let him pump his lewd sperm deep up in her belly like the
lowest woman in the village! Further resistance was useless, anyway,
and might be punishable. Perhaps it was better to please as best she
could to get them finished off once and for all. Yes, she would give it
to them, all they wanted and how they wanted it.
She could not help glowering up at Kubby though with eyes of contempt
as the others laughed. He reached down behind her and put his hands
backwards between her thighs and forced them slowly apart. She let
herself go, opening her legs before his harsh pressure and gritting her
teeth trying to hold back the scream of revulsion building within her.
He ran the tip of his finger up the slit of her hungering cent, still
moist from the fucking Enhar had given to her a short while ago. She
just lay still and let him do it to her.
However, she closed her eyes from the pressure against the sensitive
lips of her aching cunt, and her face was impassive as though she
wished she were dead at this very moment. The ape-like savage sitting
across her naked stomach ran his hands gently, almost reverently over
her hips and belly and then suddenly lost control and squeezed them
with a cruel hard force that brought a sudden squeal from her lips.
His big head dropped suddenly, and he bit hard into the round softness
of her titty. His teeth sunk cruelly into her firm flesh, making her
jerk and squeal again. He laughed, as did the others, at her sudden
pain and moved his mouth down over the smooth flatness of her belly,
biting into the softness of her skin all along the way. Julie watched
with a vague detachment now. She had felt horror for so long that it
was no longer horror, and there was nothing she could do but lie still
and watch. The beautiful mistress was squirming in earnest now,
attempting to escape the sharp nipping teeth biting into her. She
pushed at the muscular man's head with all her remaining strength, but
it was useless. He had waited too long, just like Enhar, for such a
prize. He leaned up above her and looked down again at her nakedly
exposed flesh stretched beneath. His hands ran up over the narrowness
of her waist and massaged at the firmness of her tits again. It was
obvious he was enjoying her torment beneath him and was delaying the
final moment as long as he could hold out. He leaned back on his
haunches and looked up and down the length of her dark smooth body
again. A slight gasp came from his lips as the full lovely symmetry
registered in his gaping eyes. It reminded him, on a slightly slimmer
and more muscular scale, of the white girl here that he had had with
Dawak last night except that Dawak had got the sucking then. Now it was
his turn to sink it between a set of warm soft lips and blow his balls
deep down in her throat. This one would be particularly satisfying he
thought as he felt a hollow longing feeling begin deep in his
testicles.
Kinche lay limp now that his teeth were no longer tearing into flesh.
There was a look of resignation on her face that indicated she had
resigned herself to accepting the degradations he was about to subject
her to. She hardly knew he was there now, and the only thoughts that
ran through her mind were of what she would do in the years of
abstinence that for her would follow this. The king would never have
her again. Her only chance would be for some widower who might find her
beautiful enough to give up his choice of one of the virgins. After
this, she might not wish a man. She might wish to jump from the Cliff
of Doom, although she doubted that the kind Daranje Kawat would allow
it.
Kubby had wiggled out of his pants and was naked now. For some reason
he wanted her to stand up. She rose shakily to her feet without
hesitation. She knew better than to fight. Kubby turned her around and
around, pinching her here and there at particularly sensitive spots on
her body and bringing slight winces of pain from her lips. His mouth
and eyes gloated lustfully on the provocative curves of a woman who had
pleased the king! He reached out with his arm and pulled her to him,
running his hands down over the full firmness of her titties up and
down the sides of her waist and full flaring hips, over her rounded ass
and thighs until he could stand his own sadistic teasing no longer. His
hands reached up and tangled cruelly in her braids, and he forced her
protestingly down on her knees in front of him. Her face was held
directly in front of the long rigid lusty cock cleaving out from his
belly. There was a strained grimace on her face, and her eyes were open
wide as she saw it slowly moving under the top her nose toward her
lips. The short ape-like savage grinned like an evil spirit above her
and rubbed the warm moist head stickily around the sides of her face
and cheeks as he maintained the steel tight grip in her hair with his
straining hands. Julie watched the girl's proud black eyes that had
flashed in strength and anger a short time ago, close in bitter
humiliated subjugation as she felt the obscene, sticky prick rubbing
over the softness of her facial flesh. Did the king treat her like
this, Julie wondered.
"Open!" the primitive man hissed down at the woman. She hesitated for a
moment, and he jerked his hands in her hair, causing a short gasp of
pain to slip from her lips. As the lips opened to emit a soulful cry,
he pressed forward and brushed the head gently back and forth against
their wet softness. She started to cry again, but it came out muffled
and low as he pushed the sound back down her throat with the throbbing
head of his blood-swollen cock. He gloated gleefully from above the top
of her proud head, and his hands tightened on her hair again. His lips
bared back over the whiteness of his teeth as he pulled her face slowly
forward, sliding the warm moist flesh of her saliva-filled mouth over
his throbbing black cock. Her lips began to nibble slightly on it from
fear of the pain that would come if they did not. Julie could see the
sudden change in the snarling black face standing over the kneeling
girl as Kubby felt the first moist suction began around his rapidly
growing prick. His eyes bulged down as he watched the now subjugated
woman's working mouth hollowing around his long black column protruding
into it. Julie trembled again as she remembered through her tortured
mind the long black instrument that had lewdly spewed its hot
lascivious sperm into her own tortured mouth last night and found
herself moaning again under her breath in sympathy with the black woman
kneeling like a slave now before the dark undulating hips of the squat
muscular primitive.
Once more he ripped at her hair, and her tongue immediately tangled
around him, bringing another deep-throated groan from his lips. The
girl began to work now as though she enjoyed it, and her tongue, lips,
and teeth all pressed close and moist around him until Julie could see
his shining black asscheeks tense together as he jerked forward deeper
into the warm soft cavern of the girl's hot moist mouth.
"Ooooohhhhhh! Suck it! Suck it! Suck it, Kincheeeeeeee!" he chanted
above her bobbing head as she let herself go completely to end it as
soon as she could. His hands snaked around the sides of her head now,
stroking at the soft black and pitted silkiness of her braided hair and
pulling and teasing at the lobes of her ears. His hips jerked back and
forth wildly before her now uninhibited attack on his genitals, and he
moaned and muttered obscene filthy phrases that she probably didn't
understand at the same time, making her move faster with his hands.
The sympathetic missionary's daughter watched helplessly, her hand
tightening around Balloo's ankle in a silent prayer for the poor
victim. Terrible and sickening memories of the things they had done to
her own helpless and open body last night flickered through Julie's
mind in an unending twin of obscene pictures of what her own full white
body must have looked like as she had been buffeted between the short
squat, Kubby, now fucking the kneeling king's mistress in the mouth,
and the lean muscular Dawak, who was leaning against the center post
stroking his hardened prick in his hands as he excitedly waited his
turn with the proud, fallen mistress of the king Daranje Kawat. Then
Julie found herself even longing for the moment she knew would come
when Balloo would take her from this spectacle and begin doing those
horrible things to her that all the others were waiting their turn for
on the helpless Kinche. Surely he would! There was another groan from
the ecstatic face of the squat savage as the kneeling girl sucked at
his lewdly bloated cock like a hungry kid feeding from a mother goat.
The smooth hard texture filled her mouth to the bursting point as it
expanded with each passing thrust into her warm wet cavern, but she
tried not to think about that. She concentrated on the decisions she
would have to make later, whether she would die or live, and if live,
how.
Kubby kept skewering further and further into her mouth so that she
could feel the hard rubbery tip of the hard head of his lewd cock
grazing smoothly against the back of her throat. Her mouth was filled
with warm moist saliva and made a smooth hot sheath around the
monstrous instrument as it fucked faster and faster into her face. His
huge black balls beat a steady rhythm of lust and passion against the
tip of her chin, and she could feel him all wet there where some of the
saliva in her totally filled mouth had drooled down troth her lips and
moistened the whole of her lower face.
The ape-like Kubby was looking down at her now with a lust contorted
face that glistened of savage desire as he felt her begin to suck him
with a moist, nibbling, sucking motion as he crushed his sweating loins
at her face and ground his fingers cruelly into the side of her head.
He wanted this proud little bitch that had been standing beside the
king so long, elevated above the rest of them like a grand vulture! She
had better swallow when he squirted his hot load into her mouth. He
wanted to debase her completely for all the times he had seen her and
wanted her and had never dared let anyone know!
But now, like a miracle, he had her where he had always wanted her and
would bend her to his complete will if it was the last thing he ever
did. He crooned on his obscenities down at the top of her now wildly
bobbing head as he watched with gleaming eyes the black flesh of his
lust- hardened cock disappear into the tight oval hole formed by her
full widely stretched lips and saw them clamping around it wetly like
the lips of a hungering cunt. Her big eyes were closed tight now in her
shame and humiliation, and his fucking cock felt as though it were
being tormented by a thousand tiny needle-sharp teeth, like those of
the flying squirrel, which he had felt as a boy and had never
forgotten. There was a rush in his brain that sounded like the roar of
a hundred waterfalls, and he knew he could hold back no longer. It had
to be now!
He fucked his thick, glistening cock deep into her mouth and arched his
pelvis forward toward her face, pressing at the same time against her
cheeks with the tips of his fingers so that her mouth was tighter
around it and he could feel the full force of it and expanding in the
softness between her tongue and the roof of her mouth until a thousand
electric sensations seemed to be pressing in on him all at once. He
gripped her head between his hands with a savage jungle scream, feeling
all his passion rushing from the warm haven of his testicles to the
bloated head of his cock and fucked it deep with all his lust-inspired
power far into her throat.
Kinche sputtered and choked for a single, long-held minute, and then
Kubby emitted a coarse, deep-throated moan and his hot sticky sperm
shot in a thick warm jet deep into the confines of her open, sucking
mouth. He held her head in front of him with a strong vise-like grip
until he had emptied himself completely into the once proud mistress'
sperm-filled mouth and then sank helplessly back onto the floor behind
him. His soft deflated cock slipped with a wet sucking noise from
between her cum-covered lips, a thin string-like trickle of white still
connecting them together. The hollows of her throat worked for long
moments afterwards swallowing in great gulps the liquid white fluid he
had creamed into her throat. Julie Davenport could not watch any more,
if there was going to be any more to watch. Maybe if she tried, she
could forget what was happening and finish her sleep. God, she was
tired enough. She seriously doubted that she had slept very long before
being awakened by the activity. She had no idea what the future held.
She had better sleep while she could. She lay her head back down on the
woven rush mat and soon, dreaming, in spite of herself, tender dreams
of king Daranje Kawat, she fell asleep.
Chapter 5
She could not have been sleeping long again when she felt pulled over
closer against the wall. In her half-asleep state, she dreamed that it
was Daranje Kawat and she hadn't the strength or sense of will to move
and listen or open her eyes to be sure of what was going on. She sensed
the stopping of trousers from a dark muscular body, and she heard them
drop dully on the earthen ground. Then there was silence, except for a
deep breathing. Was there no one else in the room? She tensed her body
and waited for the touch of hands on her back but there was none.
Balloo stood naked for a long moment looking down at the white girl
before removing his pants. He knew she was only half asleep and hazily
aware of him, that he was studying her. He hoped she could feel the hot
trails of desire and admiration his eyes left behind them as they roved
over her reclining form. "Pretty white bitch," she suddenly heard
through the stillness like a sudden wave on a calm ocean. Her first
reaction was to turn her head and see where the strange, suddenly
tender, voice came from. No, it was not Daranje Kawat. What had she
expected? But it was Balloo, at least, and she could see no one else
around through the hazy blurred vision of her straining eyes. Yet she
almost didn't recognize this Balloo from the tenderness with which he
spoke. Perhaps it was because there was no one else there. The softness
of his voice sheared the harsh savage away and made him something else,
something human that she had mysteriously felt in him before but had
not really seen until this instant. It unsettled her and confused her
thoughts. She had considered them all as nothing but a bunch of wild
animals, more careless than a lion of its own species. Now, with the
sudden tenderness of this leader of the group, she was no longer
certain. She had feared him before and sought his protection just like
a fellow animal and out of necessity. She felt the mat give a little
beneath his weight as he sat down beside her. She cringed away from his
nakedness out of habit although she was not as frightened by it as she
had been in the beginning. There was really nothing more for her to
fear except death itself, so when his hand come to rest softly on her
back, her body did not jerk automatically away. Balloo's hand moved
slowly on her back, mistaking her slight tremble from the lewd pictures
she had dreamed and which had started to form again in her mind for the
beginning of surrender.
In a way, the half drunken Balloo was right. The girl had surrendered
but not for the reason he so much wanted her to. The will to resist had
been totally destroyed because there was nothing else he could do to
her that had not already been done. He would rather have her reason be
as great as his when he gave up his chance with the king's mistress to
have the missionary's white daughter. But Julie simple could stand the
threat of sudden pain no more and her fatigue-wracked body was almost
beyond feeling anything but the desire for the peace from which it had
been so cruelly disturbed when she had been kidnapped from her home
only last night. although it seemed months ago now. So she was his,
both mint and body now, and the tenderness with which he touched her
helped quiet her fears and inspired hope for a quick rescue. Meanwhile,
as long as he was a barrier between herself and the others, she could
lie still and let him play with her as he wished, gratefully.
The primitive leader, sobering slightly from the sight of the
voluptuous young white girl stretched languidly on the mat beside him,
gazed down at her with an almost religious reverence. He would have
given anything in the world at that moment if he could have possessed
her permanently under different circumstances, but to give her back to
her father was a necessary sacrifice. The whiteness of her skin made no
difference to him, but she had been so clean and innocent and
untouched, except for the rape that he and the others had imposed,
which didn't count. Julie felt her body begin to shiver as his black
hands moved down over her soft round ass and began pushing the hem of
her robe she had been given to wear up the backs of her thighs. She
could hear him breathing heavily behind her and wanted to turn and look
at his face to see if it reflected the sudden gentility with which his
hands moved but she didn't dare. She was afraid it would and suddenly
and he would without warning again crept into the violence he had the
first time he had taken her in the old car. He nudged her hips up from
the mat, and she lifted without resistance to the gentle pressure to
allow him to slip the woven garment up the full length of her body and
over her head. "Ooooohhhhhhh," she murmured as he ran his hands in a
long slow caress back down her back again. Her titties trembled and
hardened slightly as they made naked contact with the rough mat beneath
them, and she groaned again, not from pain but from some new alien
tingle that began throbbing gently inside her flesh. Again his hands
came down her back, slipping like another skin down over the full
voluptuous moons of her ass and hips. The dress was gone and she was
nakedly exposed to him but felt no longer any embarrassment or fear or
need to resist. She had come to trust him in the last few minutes and
sensed that he would not hurt her intentionally the way the others had
hurt Kinche. In fact, the thought ran hazily through her mind, he
probably would stop if she pleaded with him, but she had no intention
of doing that now. She knew that he had saved her from another horrible
evening at the hands of the other three by throwing the king's mistress
to them. She also sensed that it had not been totally through desire
for her alone but from a new strange compassion that had arisen in him
for her as a human being. She knew because his hands playing over the
softness of her now quivering flesh were asking, not demanding.
He sensed too, that there had been a change in the white girl. She no
longer cringed beneath his touch as she had done in the car. Now, to
his amazement, she seemed to desire it. Her body strained and worked
with his hands as they coursed over her. He rubbed her asscheeks in
small tiny circles, gently pressing apart the two full white moons so
that he could see the tiny puckered brown hole of her ass nestled there
so open and vulnerable. He thought of bending over and kissing it but
decided against it. These white people had very strange taboos that he
could never comprehend. He did not want to do anything that would raise
her guard and perhaps snap her from the relaxed mood she was in at the
moment. He cupped the firm full cheeks of her ass again and then slid
his fingers slowly down them and into the crease caused by the pressure
of her thighs lying so close together.
As he pressured gently down between them with his hand, he expected
them to clench tightly shut but was surprised when they fell limply
open without resistance of any kind. He pushed his hand up between
their full satin-like softness until his fingers came into sudden wet
contact with the soft down of the thin brown pubic hair growing
tantalizingly up between her legs. He tried to press his finger up
between the soft moist flanges of her cunt but she jerked spasmodically
away, not from fear or revulsion, but from the unexpected contact that
sent a shiver of warm rippling sensation running up the nerves of her
naked back.
Julie groaned, vaguely aware of his hands turning her body on the mat
so that she was flat on her back and the whole of her naked front was
presented up to him in a delicious garden of secret hollows and
indentations. She was just as he remembered her last night when he had
made her stand nakedly exposed before the crackling fire and had
impressed the others with the value of what he possessed. And they,
impressed, had reminded him of his promise to share her! She was as she
was then, firm and young and white, her body shaking, but this time
filled, he suspected, with passion!
Balloo kneeled beside her, running his hands reverently over her white
tits, her flat white belly, her thighs, up and down over her
unprotected nudity with shaking hands that brought forth small animal
mewls of pleasure from between her tightly closed teeth. His passion
was increased as he watched the contrast of his ebony dark hands moving
over and bringing the gasping and quivering response from the white of
her body. He watched her open her eyes, greener than the river, and
look up at him for a moment, the bright grassy color shadowed by the
dim smoky veil of building passion that was beginning to course through
her.
Somewhere back in the distant ages since his hands had reached for her
body, Julie had drifted into a strange unknown world of sudden, deep,
soft pleasure of the flesh. She had lain beneath his hands at first in
fear, then in grim realization that she had a debt for protection to
pay him. Now, all conscious thought of why she was here or beneath whom
her slowly flaming body was writhing was lost to her memory. It no
longer mattered as she felt the tiny licking flames running all around
her. between the softness of her inner thighs, out the tips of her now
throbbing and pebble-hard nipples, and down again to the burning core
of her hungering cunt where it roared in white hot heat like the
interior of that stone stove in the other hut. "Oh, God," her voice
whispered softly without even knowing it had been said. "Oooohhhhhh,
God!" Balloo pressed his thick rubbery lips down over hers and
immediately felt the hard rigid pressure of her tongue spearing up
wetly into his mouth in her unconscious quest for a warmer, wetter
contact with the evil spirit-like thing so deliciously torturing her
body. His hands continued rummaging over her, and he ran them between
her thighs, which did not jerk away this time but which opened
voluntarily to admit him to the very core of her cunt hole. He could
feel the warm center of her loins flexing almost imperceptibly in
passionate answer to his naked touch. "Aaaaaaahhhhhhh,
ooooooohhhhhhhh," she was sighing continuously up into his lips, her
tongue pushed up into his and circling deep around inside as though
searching desperately for another entrance to his mouth.
Julie's passion spurred his own. Disbelief buzzing through his brain
that this could be happening. Last night in the car he had brutally
ripped this voluptuous girl's virginity from between her legs in a
brutal rape, and yet today she was writhing and twisting beneath him as
though she were his slave. He could not stand it another minute, and he
moved over, slithering on top of her warm soft, white body like a
protective blanket. He could feel it quivering helplessly out of
control under him and reached unresisting thighs up the sides of hips
until the whole of her wet, throbbing cuntal slit was presented up to
him in welcome sacrifice. He held them there for a long tortured moment
and started to reach down and implant himself inside her, but at the
last second he stopped. Today he wanted her total surrender, and it
would be worth the risk of breaking the spell she was under now. It
would make it all a thousand times more meaningful if she were to take
him to her. He held his breath and spoke the English words in a
whisper. "Put in the prick." Then in a long gasp of relief, he let his
breath out slowly as he felt her hand burrowing down without hesitation
between them and her warm fingers close tightly around his rigid flesh.
She stilled for a moment and he held his breath again in fear she would
suddenly regain her senses and twist away from him. It was a long, long
second later that he breathed out again in relief as he felt her thumb
and forefinger tighten around the head of his pulsating hard prick and
slowly but firmly she guided it to the lips of her cunt. The sensitive
tip he then teased into the wet, fleshy folds of her devouringly hungry
cunt. He could feel the soft brown pubic hair grazing gently against it
as it hung poised for entry between the tight, throbbing lips. The hot,
smooth warmth was excruciating, and it was all he could do to hold
himself back from lunging forward to sink the whole of the heavy
pulsating weight hanging down between his legs with one mighty flesh
splitting thrust into the helplessly impassioned white girl's quivering
and waiting belly.
But he waited. He waited because she needed it, and that's what he had
wanted from her even though it tortured him beyond his wildest
imagination and because he knew he had conquered her soul, not that he
would keep it of course, and she was completely at the mercy of his
desires at this moment. The chance might never come again, and he
tortured himself, holding back the final plunge that would fuse them
together in one great wet, pulsating mass of black and white flesh, to
wring from her that one final admission of surrender that would bond
them together as long as she lived.
However, she had to know it. She had to be conscious of it, or it would
mean nothing at all. She had to remember that she had done it and done
it because she had desired it more than pride itself. She would be
leaving their world tomorrow very probably, as soon as her father
promised to leave the jungle with his god of the feathered spirits. He
could feel it and he was glad for it but he wanted to leave something
inside of her, something that would live forever in her belly and in
her mend no matter where her father took her or how many times
afterwards she was fucked. His hard black cock must be there always
with the others. In spite of Enhar's fumbling, Balloo knew that he
himself had really been her first lover, and he wanted her to remember
him within every pore in her body how he had given it to her.
Julie lay groaning in tiny unintelligible gasps that seeped from
between her tightly gnashed teeth like quick puffs of steam from a
boiling pot of tea. Her body ached, and she was vaguely aware of a
great black form hovering over her. Her legs and loins were wide apart
and wet from a strange and delicious soft pressure that she herself
remembered vaguely placing there an eternity ago, and she hungered,
hungered deep inside her contracting womb as though it were a ravenous
wild beast in the jungle hunting for food .
The savage Balloo levered up on his hands into a push-up position above
the slowly, undulating body of the white girl. Her face was contorted
in indescribable rapture and her lips were pursed in a wet rounded
oval-shape with tiny wisping groans of half-conscious pleasure escaping
from around the soft pinkness of her tongue circling moistly around the
outside of her mouth. He looked down between the contrasting color of
their bodies and could see his giant throbbing hard prick pressed
blackly into the liquid-saturated folds of her pink and open cunt. The
silken softness of her pubic hair surrounded the stump-like pole of
flesh in a lust-inciting mixture of pale brown against glistening black
that caused his lewdly bloated cock to throb involuntarily against her.
"Aaaaaaahhllhhhh," she groaned unconsciously as she felt the wet, moist
contact grow closer. Balloo strained for all he was worth against the
all consuming desire to ram forward at that very moment and impale her
instantaneously like a ravished white feathered spirit on a stake.
There was too much of her that he had not tasted, and he wanted it all.
He would never get the chance again. He looked down at her large firm
titties swaying out gently toward her ribs and quivering slightly with
each soulful gasp that came from her mewling throat. They excited him,
and he had to have them in some way. He slithered forward up her chest
and straddled her with one leg on either side of her ribs and gently
place his throbbing black cock in the narrow cleft between them so that
her warm white flesh enclosed it on both sides. Momentarily, her eyes
opened but flickered shut again quickly as though she, too, were afraid
of the strange spell that hung over the room. Her mouth still hung open
crooning softly into the dim light which was all that could come
through the small door.
Balloo's great hands shook, and he reached down and crushed the soft
resilient mounds between his strong, sinewy fingers, making tiny ridges
of white that stood up between their blackness like the whiteness of
the new moon in the night sky. He kneaded and stretched at them
watching them ooze through his hands like firm, flaccid foam rubber,
soft, yet springing back into voluptuous shape the moment his pressure
lifted. He pushed them together so that they met across her body and
formed a velvety, yielding tunnel in which his cock was sensuously
entrapped. He pressed them hard so that the nipples met at the top and
then began a gentle rocking motion, thrusting his whole rigidity
through the warm, flaccid channel formed by the firm, white rounded,
tits. As he pushed, the blue-black head of his blood-swollen cock
appeared at the far end of the warm, soft tunnel and brushed gently
against her chin, leaving a tiny spot of moisture each time it touched
from the seminal fluid seeping from it in his excitement.
For several minutes, he kept up the slow rocking motion between her
quivering titties, feeling his lewd prick growing and expanding until
he was afraid it would erupt into a great gushing fountain of sperm
before he was ready. He had to force himself to sit still for a moment
and content himself with pushing and pulling at the maddening softness
of the two throbbing mounds so warmly surrounding him. He tweaked at
the nipples and rubbed them over the top of his cock together, one
against the other, watching with bared teeth as they jerked and
throbbed into a greater hardness that he had not thought possible. At
the same time, he studied her face and the reaction it was having upon
her.
How electrifying! Her green eyes were open now and gazed unseeing up
into the dimness near the top of the center pole of the hut. A thin
smoky veil of passion obscured their dilated pupils. Her hips and ass
writhed on the mat below, her thighs limply kicking out and then
drawing up again as though searching for some invisible lover to draw
inside of them. She was completely out of control, and Balloo knew that
nothing he did now would matter. She would accept any degradation he
would force upon her to quell the fire that was raging out of control
in her voraciously hungry cunt. There was just one thing more before he
fucked her.
His dark eyes locked on her full sensuous lips still muttering nothings
out into the air from her tortured need. They were wet and moist from
her tongue swirling around them as she lay suffering beneath him in
unfulfilled desire. He wanted to tuck his cock down in between them,
and he shuddered as the mere thought of that moist warm cavern closing
around it caused it to jerk and almost ejaculate where it lay between
her tits. To place his knees on either side of her neck, he moved up a
little, and his long black cock throbbed out directly over her face,
presenting her unseeing eyes a view of the pulsating sperm-filled ridge
running beneath it. His balls lay gently against her moistened chin. He
sat still for a moment, feeling the firm resilient mounds of her tits
squashed down beneath his asscheeks. He did not move to give her mind
time to adjust to the change in position. Whatever he did had to be
slow so as not to break the spell she was under. If she ever returned
to total consciousness, he suspected her mind would fight the dictates
of her body, and he did not want her in rape this last time. He wanted
her mad with desire for him.
Balloo gently placed both of his hands down behind her head and lifted
it up off the mat bending her neck up toward him so that her face and
mouth were poised directly in front of the palpitating head of his
lust-swollen cock. He pushed forward slightly, his asscheeks rolling on
the cushion of her white tits behind, until the tip of his hard prick
was pressed gently between her slightly open lips. He groaned as he
felt the soft surfaces brush gently against the sensitive skin of the
head. Her lips closed at the first touch, and he held his breath
waiting for a sudden cry of protest, but none came.
Her lips fell limply open instead, and her head pressed forward of its
own volition without his having to pull her to him. The movement caught
him by surprise as he thought she was beyond moving at all, and he
watched with unbelieving delight as the tight rounded ovals of smooth
fleshy lips enclosed over the tightly stretched skin of his veiled
black cock. He had never in his wildest dreams ever thought he would
see the day when he could look down and see his jet black instrument
skewering into the face of the missionary's beautiful white daughter.
She was so beautiful and innocent, and she was enjoying it!
Slowly at first, she had started using her tongue, and he could feel it
swiping around him, causing his blood-hardened cock to jerk inside her
mouth. Her lips were soft and smooth and clasped tightly to him in a
close elastic ring. He could feel them with pained intensity moving
down his lewd prick and taking as much of him as she could in her mouth
and surrounding him with the hot moist warmth of her saliva and the
tender inner flesh of her tongue. He pressed his hands on either side
of her hollowing checks and pressed inward.
She began to suck him with a moist, nibbling pressure, and her tongue
licked and curled around him as though she had done this a thousand
times and all the hunger burning deep in her devouring cunt was now
concentrated in one great gust of sensation in her mouth. Balloo above
her flailing head groaned incoherently and pushed his hands tight
against her cheeks. He wanted her to make him cum, and he wanted to
make her swallow it so that she would know later that he had bent her
completely to his will, that he had dominated her as she would never be
dominated again. He flexed his loins in and out at the near rounded
hole formed by her lips and rolled his asscheeks around on her flaccid
yielding titties as though he were attempting to crush them down into
her chest. He watched wild- eyed from above as his black glistening
flesh disappeared into her clasping lips like it were another hungry,
nibbling cunt. He could feel all of himself, every nerve he possessed
pulsating and throbbing between her lips and into the moist cavity and
warmth of her saliva-filled mouth.
His loins were growing hot, and he was sweating between his legs, and
still she sucked, keeping his blood-swollen prick in her mouth, burying
her face in his loins until he knew it was the end. The pressure
building in his balls slapping against her chin as she worked in her
unconscious passion was excruciating and unbearable, and his big cock
seemed to inflate and lengthen beyond anything it had ever done before.
Then suddenly, there was a jerk in his loins and nothing in the world
could have stopped the liquid white flow that was rushing like a
waterfall up from his aching balls and out the tip of his jerking
prick. He gripped her head tight between his hands and shoved his
lewdly bloated cock deep into her throat. She groaned beneath him as
the first needle thin spurt of hot, fiery liquid flooded into the back
of her mouth, filling the warm moist cavity, bloating and stretching
her cheeks until they almost burst. Her throat worked gluttonously,
swallowing and sputtering to keep from choking on the white sticky
semen as he emptied his balls relentlessly into the depths of her
gullet.
His big heathen body quivered above her as Balloo felt the last of his
masculinity drained from his rapidly deflating prick. He was
momentarily exhausted and had to brace himself with his hands tangled
in her hair to keep from falling to the side of the mat. He started to
lift himself from her, but to his amazement, she would not let his
deflated organ escape from her lips. She continued to suck gently,
undulating her ass behind him down into the bed and rubbing her legs
hungrily together as he watched with disbelief the tiny thin trails of
white cum running down from the corners of her mouth to her chin below.
He had never felt anything like it, and it seemed as though he had been
completely drained of all the strength and desire he had ever
possessed. But, after a short while, his lusty cock began again to
thicken in the soft, now slippery warmth of her mouth. She licked it
and bit it gently, seeming to take delight in her power to bring it to
life again after its cataclysmic collapse. He thought he could never
make love again as long as he lived, but when it had grown to full
size, he felt desire begin to rekindle in his loins. She continued to
nibble for a moment longer, swiping her slippery tongue wetly around
and around it until she was certain it was restored to its full length
and power and then she let her head fall heavily back to the bed. The
rejuvenated cock slipped wetly from her mouth a small, thin string of
semen still connecting her lips to it. Her eyes fluttered open, and she
looked up at him through smoky, desire-ridden pupils for a moment and
then pleaded with him in a desperate whisper. "Fuck me, Balloo."
The surprised primitive wasted no time as he lifted his ass from her
own tightly squashed asscheeks and moved down the length of her
curvaceous white body. He came to rest directly between her already
open thighs and reached down between them to complete the connection.
She was ready, and there was no need to prepare her now. He could feel
the wet, moist opening of her cunt throbbing in desperate anticipation
as with his fingers he guided his thick black cock straight into her
clasping defenseless cunt hole. He paused but a moment to part the
sparse brown pubic hair, now wet with excited secretions, with the head
of his swollen prick and then with one long smooth stroke, he fucked it
into her all way up to her cervix. There was not the slightest
resistance now from the number of times she had been fucked since they
had abducted her, and he could feel the smooth wet walls of her cunt
clamping around his blood- filled cock so moistly and firmly it almost
drove him crazy. "Aaaaauuuuuuwwwwwww, oooooohhhhhhhh," she moaned and
sang as he felt her entire insides flowering open to receive him deep
in her womb. She was groaning and murmuring incoherently now as he
began to fuck viciously into her, gritting his teeth with desire. Her
body followed him and began to move in wild abandoned jerks beneath
him.
"Oooooohhhhhh, God! Ooooooohhhhhhhh God, it's so gooood!" she groaned
as if in anguish, her arms wrapped tight around his neck, pulling his
muscular black chest into the soft, whiteness of her titties. He fucked
his long hard cock up and up, deeper and deeper into the warm soft
cavern of her hungering cunt, feeling the whole of her belly flowering
open before his onslaught as though she had never been fucked before in
her life. Her whole body jerked and twisted, and she moaned
incessantly, her face contorted in ecstatic passion. Her mouth moved
ceaselessly and her nostrils flared in untamed, animal desire that had
taken hold of her body as though it were writhing in the throes of an
epileptic fit. Her forehead was covered with a light coat of glistening
sweat that had broken out beneath her disheveled long brown hair. There
was nothing that could stop her wild race for fulfillment now, and the
black primitive man fucked like a mad savage to end it for her.
"Oooohhhhhhh, Ballooooooo, yes! Yeeeessss," she cried up into the empty
hut as he slithered his strong, sinewy hands under her wildly pumping
asscheeks and cupped them tightly, raising them up off the mat for
greater access to her open and pleading loins.
>From that position, he squirmed down into her with all the strength of
his hips and thighs and could feel the smooth, raw flesh of her cunt
clasping and unclasping like a heart beat all around his hot, bursting
cock. He fucked into her from the tips of his toes and rammed the last
inch of thick black cock thundering up he, aching hungry hole, bringing
a new ecstatic moan from her lips that resounded through the room like
the cry of a wounded and dying animal. Her nostrils flared again, and
her eyes, open wide and green now, gazed glassy-eyed and unseeing up
into the hut top, a wild and unsatiated desire burning lustfully in
them.
Balloo pulled his black head back so that he could watch the white
girl's sweet face. It was something he did not want to miss, the sudden
and humiliating surrender of her whole being to her father's enemy, who
had snatched her from her soft bed in the middle of the night and
fucked the shit out of her, without ceremony, in the back seat of a
car. And now, now she was twisting and writhing beneath him, unable to
control at all her wild desire to be fucked and humiliated by that same
black man! Her face was wildly contorted with passion, and her lips
bared back tightly over her teeth with greater and more desperate
sounds coming robot-like from deep in her savagely heaving chest. Her
arms, which had been wrapped tightly around his black neck, her nails
digging desperately in his back, slithered down now and dug demonically
into his muscular, thrusting asscheeks as they pounded down into her
open and unprotected loins. Wet smacking noises resounded through the
room with each cruel pile- driving fuck he made into her and blended in
tempo to the call of a wild bird that must have been perched in the
tree directly over the roof of the hut.
Balloo heard the cry of the bird and was suddenly reminded of the
insulting superiority of the god of the feathered spirits, and the
memory drove him to greater desire to heap all the obscene indignities
he could on the white girl grunting slavishly beneath him. He ran his
hands from the smooth, hollowing cheeks of her ass down to her thighs
and between them to the soft, soaked, brown hair surrounding her
voracious cunt to feel the clinging lips of flesh which held and
throbbed around his sturdy cock like a tight rubbery mouth and were
running with moisture which overflowed wetly down the wide-split crack
of her ass.
Her body was slippery from the sweat of the wild untamed gyrations of
her ravenous body, and her head flailed uncontrollably back and forth
on the dank mat beneath them. Her mouth was wide open in ecstatic
abandon. She had become something crazed and inhuman as she twisted and
churned, spreading her legs wide apart and jerking them up to her
shoulders, egging him on.
"Oh, oh, deeper, harder! Fuck me! Fuck me!" she begged, gasping as if
she were close to death. She was nearing her orgasm and swung her soft,
tender thighs up and wound them voluptuously around his back, waving
her ass in uncontrolled abandon from side to side and spiraling her
devouring cunt up and down crazily on his plunging and hotly growing
black cock. "I'm cumming, Balloo! I'm summing!" she suddenly squealed
with a high pitched gasp of intense passion and locked her ankles in a
death grip high up behind his laboring back. At the same time, her arms
snaked tightly around his neck and smashed her open abandoned mouth to
his where he could still taste the pungent flavor of his sperm that he
had spurted into her throat such a short time ago. Her body arched and
she held tight to him, not moving but quivering and jerking around him
in a pulsating rhythm that spewed her orgasmic fluid out around his
still hard-fucking cock and down the widely split crevice of her ass,
soaking his balls as they slapped hard into her tiny puckered asshole.
Though he had been sucked dry a few short minutes ago, the wildness of
the white girl's orgasm had started a slow aching pressure deep within
his balls again, and he gripped the cheeks of her still rotating ass
and squeezed with a crushing strength, feeling her cringe as great
gasps of passion began spewing from his own throat.
"Ugh! Ugh! high!" he rasped and groaned and increased the viciousness
of his strokes so that his pelvis smacked like a wooden paddle hard
against the ragged pink flanges of her loins, and his lust-hardened
black cock dipped deep down into the far, far hidden recesses of her
pulsating belly. He felt himself coming and threw his hands down behind
her knees, shoving her soft tender thighs up over her shoulders and
ground as far down into her open and yielding cunt as he could go,
bringing groans of left-over passion from her lips still locked tightly
to his. Her arms still clasped him in their death grip, the ache in his
balls was unbearable. He felt he had to cum now or he would die! He
felt the bursting at his loins and gasped into the moistness of her
mouth, hearing her whimpering cry and feeling the tightening of her
arms around his neck. Then with a deep soul-shattering grunt that went
on and on into her mouth, he exploded into her, shooting his hot,
liquid sperm deep down into the liquid depths of her open and receptive
womb.
Then they lay still, locked in the lewd embrace of love for seeming
forever though it was only minutes, their interlocked limbs presenting
a vivid and strange picture of black fucking white. And then he rolled
off her sweat soaked body, noticing her chest still heaving from the
effort of their final orgasm. He reached behind him and dragged up a
clean mat and lifting her legs pulled it under her over the wet one,
lifting her body gently part by part as he worked. When it was in
place, he lay down beside her thinking to sleep.
Julie Davenport's head was filled with the wonderful Balloo. She
wondered why such a strong man was not a king like Daranje Kawat. She
further wondered if he had ever tried. No, he couldn't have, because
there was never a survivor from the trials except the king unless the
stories she had heard were in error.
"Balloo?" she finally asked. Would his English be up to an explanation?
"A man goes through many trials to become king. Can he die in these
trials? " "Yes," he said, she presumed to both ideas. "Why do you have
trials, to pick the strongest for king?" she asked in a whisper, hoping
she wasn't breaking any tribal taboos with her questions, but Balloo
seemed at ease. "No. Sometimes the strongest perish. I have seen that."
"Did you ever want to try?" she asked hesitantly. "I am not king," he
said with finality. It confused her. "Well, what are the trials for?"
"To pick true king." The answer left her right where she was in the
beginning, without understanding. What was a true king? Balloo probably
did not know what made a true king so he could never answer such a
question. That was one she would have to ask Daranje Kawat himself, she
decided, wondering if it was safe to ask him and if he would answer.
"Will . . . will I get to talk to Daranje Kawat again?" she asked
Balloo then. Balloo sighed heavily. The white ones were talkative about
so many things. "No. Daranje Kawat has said all." "Yes," her temper
flared. "He has told me what he wanted to tell, but suppose I have
questions of him?" Balloo pondered a minute. "To speak with the king,
one must bring acceptable gifts," he explained. "lie talked for
tortoise. He geev Kinche for you." "Oh, Balloo, you're not serious. The
tortoise was chance. Do you mean that without that I still would not
have been able to know why you were holding me?" She felt absolutely
incredulous. "When is need, the gods provide," he said dully, wishing
she would stop asking questions and snooze quietly with him. Julie
could see that Balloo was going to be no help. As far as a gift for the
king in order to get to talk to him, well, she had nothing. Strange.
She couldn't shake the mysterious quality of the idea that the king
gave nothing without a gift first. He was like a mechanical doll with
only one kind of key. Put a bowl of fruit on the altar and you shall
receive. Give a gift and get grace. Do and be done to. Well, maybe it
made more realistic sense than her father's teaching, "Ask and it shall
be given." She remembered how many times growing up she had asked and
it was not given. When she complained, her father would rationalize
with such comforts as the idea that God knew better than we and it
probably wasn't good for us, etc. Now that she thought about it, she
decided to bring up the subject when she saw her father again and ask
him what the point was of saying that it would be given upon request,
if it would not . . . for whatever reason?
Yes, she thought, going over the ideas now in her mind. Give first and
then be given in return. That made a lot more sense. And of course, it
is necessary to give something the receiver wants, not something he
doesn't care to have. What would a king of these primitives want? If
she searched in the jungle for a beautiful flower or a small animal or
bird, would such things please this king? She didn't really know his
tastes other than for tortoise. "Balloo? What kind of gift that I could
find, maybe, in the jungle, would please King Daranje Kawat? Does he
like flowers?" "Why, Missa Julie?" He sighed more heavily than ever. He
was just dozing off into the most comfortable of naps. "I have
questions, Balloo," she said fretfully. The big man got to his feet
wearily and left the hut. In a very short time, two women came for her
and led her to a large sunken vat which a whole stream of women were
filling with water from small clay bowls they carried on their heads.
Since the women could not speak English, there was no Way for Julie to
know what was happening. She had been taken as naked as she had lain on
the mat inside. The robe had been left behind. Suddenly, she was pulled
on each side by a woman into the tub of water. Sand was brought and her
flesh was scrubbed once more until it was a bright pink. Her hair was
combed with an ivory four-pronged comb, and then she was dunked into
the water all over several times. Again her hair was combed, and with
water still dripping from her body, she was taken from the vat and
clothed in a finer robe than before. It was still a dud brownish yellow
color but the weave was finer and the material softer.
When she was taken to the king's huge hut, his palace, and put through
the same dusting procedures with which she was already familiar, her
heart jumped. She must have been granted an audience with the king in
spite of the fact she had no gift for him. Perhaps Balloo had been
lying to her to shut her up. But when she was led into the same room in
which she had seen the king before, there was only Balloo, sitting
alone at the table. Then it occurred to her that they had heard her
father's decision and they were getting her ready to be sent home. She
was seated at the table with Balloo and sat quietly for awhile.
Finally, she spoke quaveringly. "You . . . you heard from my father?"
"I know not," he answered, abruptly, she thought. Her heart reached
out. She felt lonely, as though she had lost a friend somehow. Then a
question bothered her. "What happens to me, Balloo, if my father
refuses to leave?" "The king will say." She reached hesitantly to touch
the flesh of his arm. "Will you protect me? I mean, if . . . if . . ."
"No." Her hand drew back, whipping into the sleeve of her robe as
though it had been stung by a bee. "Wh . . . why?" She felt tears rise
to her eyes, not so much because she lacked protection but because she
suffered the loss of him. He sat back, chuckling, which was the way of
his people so often. "Missa Julie no want man. Missa Julie want king!"
"On, no, Balloo!" "Daranje Kawat is king. Balloo is man. Missa Julie
want king like god of the feathered spirits. 'Who is like unto him?'"
Julie recognized the quotation. It was one her father was fond of
using. Balloo was now roaring with laughter. "Balloo . . . not like
unto him . . . and . . . and not Daranje Kawat either!" He guffawed.
Suddenly, Julie was struck with his meaning. He meant that she had
listened to her father teach that no one could match his god of the
feathered spirits, no mere man could satisfy her, not even their king,
Daranje Kawat! She was discontented with the man for his own sake! She
had to have the best, a king, nay, a god!
"No, Balloo, no!" Tearfully she shook his arm to try to stop his
laughter, but before he stopped, two women had come for her and led her
into a chamber on the other side of the room. There she saw a rush mat
a foot deep! Before she even realized what was happening, her robe had
been taken off, the women had gone, and Daranje Kawat came in from a
side door. He had a smile on his face, but she could not help
trembling. Had he heard from her father? She wished to ask but the
words would not even squeak out. "You have gift," he said, still
smiling. He looked as though he were to break out into the same inane
chuckle she was getting accustomed to in the others. Then her irritable
mood changed and she found herself wishing he would chuckle. It seemed
as though her feelings were more in control of her opinions than she
was. With a quick scoop then, he reached down for her as she trembled,
and he turned her over on her face, pulling up at her hips. and
bunching the robe up and around her waist. Her ass waved whitely in the
air at him.
It all happened so fast, she had little time to think, only to gulp.
She felt his hands on her ass, felt them drawing the cheeks slowly
apart. She was so frightened, she did not dare object. This man wielded
the power of life and death! She felt the hands move away, and they
were replaced by wild slavering lips coursing all around her smooth,
oval asscheeks. He was biting into them without control, bringing tiny
gasps of pain from her as she screwed her pelvis down into the mat to
try and escape, unconsciously. He pulled and stretched at her asshole,
and she could feel the strain on the tight rubbery ring around it. It
hurt and she felt lewd and obscene and her whole soul, not just her
body, felt naked and exposed to all the world as the black form hovered
over her ass behind and slobberingly plundered at the tiny brown
puckered hole. There was a pressure against her ankles then, and she
did not resist as she felt her legs pulled open wide until the tips of
her toes were hanging down on either side of the tall mat. The king's
finger poked at her asshole, and she jerked automatically from the
sudden pain. Julie gasped and pleaded silently for a second, and then
realizing there was really nothing she could do, relaxed to be used as
the slavering primitive crouching behind her desired. She had to admit
to herself that she had been attracted by him, but not for this and in
such an impersonal way! She might have been a rag doll to him! She
sucked in her breath as he dug at her asshole again with his middle
finger, insinuating it slowly and methodically into the depths of her
rectum. She moaned and pressed her face tight into the woven grass as
she felt him slip it in harshly up to the first knuckle and begin to
move it around sadistically in her tight contracting asshole. He dug
his finger deeper and she cried out, but the scream died in her throat
as she remembered that Balloo was right in the next room through an
open door.
Then the king slipped his finger from her rectum with a wet sucking
noise and clasped his broad thick rod in his hand. His orange and white
robe, which opened down the front, was tied back out of the way. He had
not meant to touch the white girl, but when Balloo had told him she had
questions, he could not resist. Never had he enjoyed a piece of white
ass. Then he would answer one or two of her foolish questions. He had
seen time and again that those who did not know how to live, especially
those who gave their souls to the god of the Fathered spirits, were
full of absurd questions.
He lowered himself down onto her back and she could fed his hands
pulling the cheeks of her ass wide apart. He lifted his own ass in the
air, and she could feel the tip of his black cock probing against her
for several seconds, trying to find the tightly puckered hole. He did.
He pushed forward, and she felt a slight pop at her asshole, and then
she suffered a sudden spasm of pain so unbearable that she twisted and
screamed again and again, trying with all her strength to get away. Her
asscheeks were moving like a snowy owl thrashing about to escape, but
her jerks only helped to drive his huge black prick deeper and deeper
inside of her. She could feel the pressure of his body pressing down on
her with a pulverizing strength, pushing her down into the mat,
punishing the lovely white ass that waved back at his eyes. She bucked
back up at him, trying to throw him off, but as she bucked up, he
fucked down and imbedded his thick, rock-hard cock all the way to the
hilt in the soft flaccid tunnel of her ass.
"Aaaauuuuuuuugggggggghhhhhhhh," she grunted in pain and continued her
hopeless thrashing beneath him. She no longer felt human as the huge
black blood-swollen cock ripped far up into her rectum, pushing against
the bottom of her belly inside. She felt as though she were being split
open by a knife and her insides were torn and ripped as they never had
before. The pain was unbearable, and she fought in wild desperation for
a full minute longer against the brutal fleshy pole sunk in her
backside, and then with a final groan of hopeless surrender, her
strength failed. She collapsed in a limp mass of flesh beneath the body
of the king, who had her pinned to the thick mat like a butterfly to a
board. This was clearly not doing any good. To get it over with, she
had to help him, not fight him! Daranje Kawat suddenly groaned as he
felt the white girl's anal muscles tighten around his long thick length
of lusty cock buried inside of her. His hard prick throbbed harder, and
he couldn't believe his senses when her asscheeks began a slow
methodical, but hardly perceptible rotation beneath him. He flexed his
prick deep up her rectum in an answering signal to convince his
skeptical and unbelieving mind that she was responding to him. He had
suspected that the white people were pale in feelings as well as in
skin color. He had not expected her to get anything at all out of this.
So he gasped as he felt it, felt her throb and tighten around like a
warm fitting hunting glove. His royal joy knew no bounds. He had
conquered her, and suddenly gasping and moaning like a child with a new
found delight, her jerked her almost weightless body up to its knees
without losing the connection and began to saw rhythmically and deep
far down into the velvety confines of her ass. He watched with
disbelieving jubilance as the pinkish round skin of her puckered little
asshole drew back with the long black shaft, clasping to it as though
it did not want to let it go. Kneeling before him, Julie began to
undulate her ass in small tiny circles, waving the white full rounded
cheeks back at him lasciviously like a red flag before a bull. And
strangely, the tiny bit of whore in every woman suddenly broke forth
into a tingle of masochistic excitement. She wanted to enjoy it,
actually. She had to enjoy it, she told herself, or he would know she
was just trying to hurry him. There was still pain but it was strangely
pleasurable, and she found herself thrusting and squirming back to meet
the obscene impalement, and he jerked forward into her clasping hole.
Behind her, the impassioned and delighted Daranje Kawat groaned each
time he surged up into her, and she, too, was moaning beneath him and
twisting and waving the whiteness of her ass back at him in a lewd
invitation to fuck into her harder and deeper. Her face was turned to
the side on the mat, and he could see her teeth bared back in ecstatic
delight, her tongue flicking out wetly in time to the increasing power
of his long, smooth strokes into her that carried the full length of
his long plunging lust-filled rod of lewd flesh. Her long, brown hair
flowed out over the mat and periodically whirled in the air before his
eyes as with a sudden or particularly hard thrust, she would grunt and
flail her head to the other side. How beautiful she would be if her
skin were not so colorless!
"Ooooooooohhhhh! Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh," she moaned and grunted beneath
him, and he pressed forward as far as he could, pulling the soft cheeks
of her ass wide apart to allow him to go deeper and just holding it
there. His lewd cock was buried to the hilt up her painfully expanded
rectum, and he suddenly gasped again. Her hand had reached down under
her body and was gently cradling his balls, scraping her nails over
them in a maddening, teasing motion that brought saliva running from
the edges of his mouth. What had he done?
Her father's belongings were already packed and sitting at the white
man's train station. He would be brought to the feast tonight and the
bargain would be sealed as he and his daughter were leaving for their
own country. He had considered their departure a good riddance, but she
fucked well. He was having regrets.
"Oh, darling," she was murmuring. "Fuck it like that," she crooned
through her tightly clenched lips as he gorged into her ass as hard as
he could and rotated the giant blood-filled head deep around in her
asshole.
Julie Davenport could almost feel herself splitting open from the power
and pressure he was exerting deep down inside of her, but she gritted
her teeth tight and did all the things she knew he would want her to
do. She thrust back at him, hiding her shame and humiliation in her
grim determination to convince him she wanted it more than anything in
the world. And . . . and she did!
Behind her, the elated Daranje Kawat began to throb and ache in his
balls where her fingers coursed over them. Ho knew he was close to
cumming, and he wanted it to be good. Julie could feel his hugeness
inside her stretched and expanded rectum growing, and she knew what was
coming. She knew he was going to shoot his lewd, hot sperm deep up into
her helpless asshole, and she would have given anything in the world if
there were any other way, but there was not. She would have to take it
all inside her even if the humiliation and shame killed her.
The now crazed king behind her began to fuck into her asshole with ever
increasing speed. His hand ripped and pulled at the soft white rounded
globes of her ass like they were soft resilient clay in his big hands.
He spread the cheeks of her ass wide apart, and with bulging eyes he
watched the full black length of his fucking cock split the whiteness
of her asshole like a soot covered train tunneling through a snow-
covered mountain. His cock felt as though it would burst, not just at
the end but all along the full length where the rubbery tight walls of
her rectum held it vise-like and hot. The white girl was mumbling and
whimpering incoherent noises into the mat, and mistaking them for cries
of wanton passion, he increased the vigor and power of his strokes
until he was buffeting her forward almost off the mat. "Oooohhhhhhhh,
God!" she screamed, the sobs choking down her throat as she felt him
jerk inside her and realized to her horror that the moment was here
when he was going to explode inside her and fill her helpless and
unprotected belly with his obscene, hot cum, and there was nothing in
the world she could do about it but lay kneeling in front of him like a
galley slave and feign a rampant passion.
"Cum, darling, cum!" she shouted back at his sweating body, wanting to
get it over with, wanting to end it forever. There was a muffled gurgle
from behind her and she felt his great throbbing cock burst like a dam
as he gave one last tremendous fuck into the back of her upraised
asscheeks and emptied his hot sperm in wave after wave deep into the
depths of her rectum. Julie thought the ejaculating instrument would
never stop flowing into her and could feel the hot sticky fluid
overflowing around his still jerking cock and forcing its way out the
tight nether ring in her asshole that was clamped tightly around the
base of his throbbing black cock. She gasped out a deep sigh of relief
as she felt his deflated and limp shaft of black flesh slowly withdraw
from her flooded ass. There was a slight, wet, sucking noise as it
slipped out from between the full white moons of her asscheeks with a
lewd slurping sound. Then there was a sudden rush of cool air into the
wetness of her loins as she remained kneeling with her ass waving high
in the air for a moment and then collapsed off to the side of the mat.
Then there was quiet, and after several minutes, Julie recalled her
questions and glanced around behind her with fright. Surely he had
stolen away. But no, he was standing there watching her, his robe tied
modestly around him as it was when she had first seen him. Except for
the laughter in his eyes, his face was serious.
"I await your questions," he said regally as though nothing at all had
happened between them. Dazed, Julie rolled over on her back. It took
her a moment to compose herself and her befuddled head. "Oh, yes," she
said, unable now to remember why she thought such questions were of any
importance. But she knew she would think them important later and would
never forgive herself if she neglected to ask while she had the
opportunity . "It is said that a king like you has to survive all kinds
of trials that almost kill you. I . . . I always wondered why, that's
all. I . . ." But for some reason she felt silly and couldn't go on.
She didn't have to. In his answer, he sounded as though he had told the
story over and over. He sounded somewhat bored. "Without the trials a
man becomes king who is not true one. If he wishes to be something else
. . ." "Like wealthy or important!" she cried excitedly. "Yes," he
said, a little irritated that she dared interrupt him but glad for her
understanding. "Before the trials are finished he will think it is not
worth it and will die." Julie's interest in the question was revived.
"You have to want to be king above all else, a poor king, an unknown
king, an . . ."
"A just king," he said emphatically. "It is a trial of punishments. A
true king wishes to know each punishment himself so he knows which to
give for what evil." King Daranje Kawat turned away, and Julie was too
absorbed in his answers for a moment to notice his leaving. He was
happy for that. He had lost his joy in her and no longer regretted
giving her back to her father. If she stayed with his people, she would
soon lose her questioning tongue to the coals of fire! Once he was
gone, the spell was broken, and Julie turned to look for the garment
she had been wearing. Her ass was sore, and she sensed a renewed
coldness around her. Daranje Kawat had merely used her and was an
egotist, she could see. Balloo had lost interest and had insulted her
besides. A little while ago she might have been happy to stay with
these peoples What in the world had she been thinking of? Now she could
hardly wait to have her father back, and to go home to their own
country, she hoped. For there was one thing she knew from her father's
example. The men of her own country would never abuse a woman the way
she had been abused by these savages. The men of her own country were
gentlemen, and sex was something they hardly thought about at all!
The End