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The Missionary's Daughter
By Author Obscure (1993)
Originally published by TheEditor
***
A missionary's daughter is kidnapped and forced, only
to end up "going native" for at least a little while.
Who could blame her, after all she was under duress.
(Mdom/F, nc, intr, 1st, oral, anal, huml)
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Chapter 1
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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 stone-like 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-fuck 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 leg bands.
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 fully 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 obscenities 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
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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.
"I 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
murmured as he worked his finger up and down the length
of the narrow hairline 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
smoldering 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
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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 tranquility 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 blood-filled 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 blood-thick 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 fire lit 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 l
ay 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
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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 cross-legged, 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 braid work 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.
119 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 cunt, 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
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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 simply 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 whispering 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
155 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 unstated 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 180 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.
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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