Penny was already starting her fourth glass of poma when the King's several naked servants began to clear away the last of the evening's dinnerware. The meal of rice and fish cooked in peanut oil had been surprisingly delicious, and she found herself feeling suddenly relaxed. "Is the show about to start now?" she whispered quietly to the King.
Jabavu looked at the naked white girl seated next to him on the throne and smiled. He was pleased to see that the poma was beginning to affect her. "Yes, it is," he replied. "But first, the stage must be set."
The stage, as Penny soon found out, consisted of a four-poster brass bed that the Djambulu had picked up on one of their endless raids. The two burly servants who brought it into the room turned it at a right angle to the throne, then bowed graciously before their master before turning to leave.
"Now the show is about to begin," the fat King winked.
Penny emitted a startled gasp as a beautiful young white girl was ushered into the room from a side door. She was fully dressed in the clothes she'd been captured in, and Penny guessed her to be no older than eighteen or nineteen. She had dark hair, but her features were quite light and appealing.
"Is she French?" she queried, leaning closer to the King.
"She's Portuguese," the black ruler explained. "Da Silva captured her on his last raid to Guine."
"What's she going to do?"
"Just watch, Penny. You will see, you will see." There was an ominous tone in his voice which caused the fine hairs on the back of Penny's neck to bristle.
The girl walked around the bed as if she weren't quite sure of herself. But her eyes were glazed with pitchi, and it was obvious that she had been carefully rehearsed, more than likely by the surprising Danielle.
Unprompted, the girl began to remove her clothes just like any girl her age might do if she were preparing herself for bed. The only thing that made her different was the fantastic shape of her sensual young body. Her dark hair was silky and long, tied back in a ponytail style, and as she removed her dress, she had to swing the long strand of hair out of the way. There was something about the way she moved that gave her the appearance of feline sensuality, and she was almost purring as her dress came off over her head. Her undergarments were black and lacy, and even with a bra on, it was apparent that her breasts were round and full. Almost casually, the young girl ran her hands lightly over her hips and belly as if feeling a stirring sensation within, and then she reached behind her back to unfasten the lacy bra. It fell away from her luscious body like it was propelled by breasts strapped in too tightly, and the white smooth skin of her firm full breasts shimmered golden in the torchlight. They were as magnificent as any imagination would have them, and after dropping her bra to the fur-covered floor, she rubbed her palms over the tips of the tiny brown nipples in such a way as to instantly make them rise into hardness.
Penny shifted nervously as she watched the young Portuguese girl. It surprised her to see the young girl act so oblivious to her and the King seated on the throne. She was so close to the girl that she felt she could reach out and touch her, and yet she felt embarrassed to be watching. It seemed so…so indecent. Especially since Penny was naked and exposed herself.
The girl was walking around with her breasts pointing straight out, naked for all the world to see. Penny was glad the girl still had black panties on at least, and she seemed to be leaving them alone, but the total picture the girl presented seemed very indecent to her in any case.
Penny picked up her glass of poma and nervously drained it. Immediately, the King refilled her glass from the large clay pot Danielle had left, and she was about to pick it up when she was started by the sudden intrusion of a tall gaunt African charging nakedly into the room from a side door. It was Ojike, the Glassers Mgoro houseboy! Instantly, she knew the truth of her and Doug's capture…and the houseboy's tremendous erection that last day in camp. Ojike was no more than a common traitor!
Still, Penny held her glass tightly as she watched the evil houseboy engage in a mock struggle with the lovely Portuguese girl. He overpowered her easily, and holding her arms behind her naked back, he reached under the pillow of the bed and pulled out some short lengths of ropes. Everything seemed to happen at lightning speed, and the next thing Penny saw was the girl being bent forward at the head of the bed. With quick movements, the naked Ojike tied the girl's fragile wrists to the brass stead at the head of the bed. The treacherous houseboy was around behind her in a flash, and he rapidly tied the girl's ankles wide apart, each fastened to the bed's rear legs. Penny was completely awed by the sight before her, and wondered if they weren't perhaps re-enacting the poor girl's capture. The girl was like a prisoner on the bed, her beautiful young body held tightly between the metal pipes, her full jutting breasts squashed down against the mattress. Her arms were pulled parallel with the bed, and she was lying face down as though her buttocks were a target. With her legs tied to the foot of the bedstead, the girl looked highly vulnerable to anything the man might do…especially when he began to wedge the wadded pillow under her flat stomach in order to elevate her buttocks.
All sorts of images flashed through Penny's brain, and she drank a large full gulp of her poma in an effort to calm herself. The girl was whimpering too realistically to be faking her fear of the vile man.
"Do not worry," the King commented as if reading her mind. "It's just part of the act we have devised."
Penny was still concerned, in spite of King Jabavu's reassurance, and she twisted nervously on the throne as the bizarre sights unfolding before her continued. Ojike was grinning lewdly at the helpless position of the girl, and he seemed to ignore her pleas for mercy. It was as though he was there uninvited, and when he moved toward the girl he took small steps that seemed to draw out the anticipated act. Penny wanted to scream with fear for the girl's safety as the man suddenly grabbed her panties and, with one very vicious tug, pulled the flimsy material from her body.
"Please don't hurt me!" the girl sobbed in Portuguese. "For the love of God, no more!"
Penny was now convinced that the act was not a fake. The girl was pulling at her bonds, and her buttocks wiggled lewdly as a result of her struggle. The twin, half-moon globes were round and shapely, standing out clearly in the light of the torches. The torn shreds of her panties fell to the floor, and Ojike pinched the flesh of her buttocks, making her yelp in pain. The vicious black man laughed at her swift response, then shoving his hand in between the girl's smooth inner thighs, he lifted up to suddenly bury his fingers in the wispy tangle of her pubic hair.
Penny felt her heart pounding a mile a minute, as she realized she was about to witness the rape of the poor girl tied to the bed. She was trapped, and there was nothing that she or anyone else could do about it.
Then, suddenly, the evil man's hand shot back to the bed to retrieve the coiled black object that had escaped Penny's eyes during the excitement. It was a small lather whip. In spite of its small size, it looked terrifying and sinister, and he drew his hand down smoothly, making a loud crack with the tiny leather tip on the end of it.
Penny practically jumped off the throne at the sound of the cracking whip, and her heart was pounding so fast she could feel it in her throat. Ojike was going to beat the frightened Portuguese girl! It was all too apparent! She sat absolutely still as the man moved toward the girl, holding the whip like a limp snake in front of him. When he was directly behind the bent-over girl, he moved his hand holding the whip up high in the air, so that the girl could see it very clearly. She had her head twisted to one side, and by the look on her face, it was painful for her to look backward toward the man. When she saw what he was holding over his head, her eyes popped open wide with obvious terror.
"No! Please don't! Help me…help me!" she sobbed, but her plea was interrupted with, the whip coming down across her naked buttocks.
"AAAaaaggghhhh!" Heaving forward in a desperate attempt to get away from the blow, the girl's breasts pressed into the mattress as she tried to pull herself free from the restraining bonds. She was securely tied, and there was no escape for her. Ojike raised his hand once again, and the whip landed on her smooth quivering young buttocks even harder than before.
"AAAgggghhhh!" the girl screamed. "NNNooo!"
Thin red lines were visible across the white cheeks of her naked buttocks as a vivid indication of where the whip had struck her body. Penny felt like getting sick for a moment, and she could feel the pain vicariously as the houseboy again raised his hand, holding up the whip, striking the girl with the tip of it on the upstroke. The loud, lewd cracking sound echoed throughout the room, and another livid welt appeared on the cheeks of her pretty ass.
Penny made a conscious effort to block out the cruelty of the man's act from her mind, but the subsequent blows of the whip sounded like cracking stings from hell. Then, as though she had been imagining all that proceeded, Penny was shocked by the sudden change in the girl's voice. It was as though the girl was actually enjoying the painful whipping from the black man, and tiny drops of excited moisture seemed magically to appear between the girl's open thighs.
The girl's buttocks were but a few feet from where Penny was seated, and she could clearly see the pink valley of moist flesh between the hair-lined slit of her pussy. Penny could hardly believe it, yet there was no denying what she could see with her own eyes. The girl's whimpering had changed to real moans of pleasure, and she was rolling her buttocks as if to entice the wicked houseboy to strike her again and again!
Penny gulped down the remaining poma in her cup as she felt a strange growing sensation in her own loins. Something about the bizarre reactions of the girl made her own nerves tingle with the same excitement she had felt when she'd blown the King earlier. It was almost as if she was being touched between her inner thighs, and she realized that there was moisture on the soft lips of her own cunt.
She tried to close her mind to the realization of her excitement, but she couldn't turn off the gnawing sensations that seemed to grow with each passing moment. In. spite of the terrible shame she felt for having become excited by the lewd scene, Penny couldn't resist the desire to press her vagina down against the fur-covered seat beneath her.
Ojike's gigantic penis was gleaming stiffly in the torchlight, a thick fleshy staff of lusting flesh that looked large enough to split the tiny Portuguese girl in half. The giant black head was throbbing, and Penny could see thin drops of seminal fluid seeping just inside the dilated red slit in its head. He clambered up on the bed and knelt behind the naked girl.
He held his throbbing cock in his left hand as he moved closer to the girl's exposed buttocks, and when he moved his hips forward, his lust-hardened penis was but an inch from the soft dividing crevice formed by her ass cheeks. Penny was stunned by the idea of the treacherous African putting his giant cock into the girl's virginal asshole. It was vile and dirty, an action that no human in his own right mind would ever perform! But Ojike bent forward, his face close to the tiny throbbing mouth, and he let a large drop of spittle fall from his lips to land on the puckered little mouth.
"Yes, yes! Fuck my ass!" the girl groaned, her words shocking and surprising Penny.
Yet, the girl did seem to welcome it, even wanted it, and she was quickly squirming her buttocks backward toward Ojike as an added emphasis to her wishes. "Yesssssssss!" the girl moaned as he worked his middle finger into the tight, visibly sucking passage of her rectum. His finger sunk all the way up to his palm as he wormed it into the tight, clinging tunnel, and she screamed from rising pleasure rather than from pain.
Penny felt a tiny pulsing sensation in her own asshole as she watched her own houseboy tease his finger in and out of the sweetly sucking flesh, causing the girl to wriggle her naked buttocks lewdly back against the palm of his hand. Ojike held his swollen penis with his free hand at the same time, stroking it in lewd cadence to the finger working in the girl's gradually expanding anal passage.
The room was completely silent but for the sounds of impassioned breathing, and Penny was frozen to the throne, unable…unwilling to take her eyes from the lascivious performance.
Then, Ojike pulled his finger from the girl's anus with a quick jerking movement that made a slight sucking noise as it popped clear of the tight passage, and Penny couldn't help noticing that his cock had grown to tremendous size. The bloated head seemed to glisten with a purple sheen as he dug his fingers cruelly into the flesh of her ass-cheeks, pulling them wide apart in preparation for the greater entry to come. He shoved his hips forward until the great bulbous head was in contact with the tight, quivering anus. The girl still continued to wriggle her buttocks back as best she could within the limits of her restraining bonds. She was completely vulnerable to his assault, yet she acted like she wanted his cock inside her rectum. It was hard for Penny to imagine such wanton lust as to want to be taken from behind that way, but that was precisely what she was seeing. The thick head of the African's blood-filled cock was pushing hard against the tiny brown-pink hole, and the elastic flesh was mechanically resisting the entry of the huge male column. Penny felt sweat forming on her own brow as she thought about the pain the girl must be feeling in her backside, but then like a magical door had been opened, the African's penis popped up inside the girl's anus.
The girl screamed with terrifying agony as her anus was stretched to the hugest proportions of the houseboy's prick.
Penny thought the head of his cock was like a pole wrapped with a tight rubber band, the girl's anus stretched and white from the unnatural entry. Ojike seemed totally unconcerned by the girl's, screamed cries, as he suddenly thrust forward with his hips, driving his lust-swollen cock an inch more into the girl's rectum.
Penny could see the girl's legs trying to pull away from the ropes that held her ankles -wide apart, and she knew that the girl was trying desperately to stop the further entry of the huge penis. But, the girl was helpless, and her firm young buttocks stuck out like a prize catch in her prone position, and Ojike was gladly using it for all he was worth.
He thrust hard forward again, his cock going half its length inside the girl's rear passage, and when she could only sob from the pain, he drove his cock with tremendous force the remaining distance. Like a sharply pointed skewer being stabbed into a lamb for roasting, the girl's anus was pierced by the African's huge column of flesh. His groin smashed into her ass-cheeks with a loud slapping sound that echoed around the room, and the girl's groan was lost in the noise of the naked collision. They were locked together in the lewd, unnatural coupling, and Penny sat frozen to her seat, certain the girl had fainted from the excruciating pain…But, suddenly, the girl's buttocks began to grind in the slow rolling motions as if she was trying to reach back with it and grasp even the tangled pubic hair from his groin inside her open loins.
"My God, she likes it!" Penny panicked as, she watched Ojike beginning to withdraw his thick cock from the depths of the girl's wide-stretched rectum. The fleshy column seemed to be even longer as it came slowly out until just the head remained inside, and the ring of warm pink flesh around her anus seemed to fold out with the large cock. Holding his cock in that same position for a moment as if waiting for everyone in the audience to get a good look, the man then thrust forward, driving his cock again into the seething depths of her rectum. The girl's anus folded inward with the long thrust of Ojike's cock, and she let out a groan of heartfelt pleasure as her ass-hole was filled with the giant object. She was stunned by the apparent joy the girl was experiencing.
Penny felt the dampness between her thighs becoming greater and greater, as she suddenly remembered that she, too, was naked. She didn't want to have any sexual response to the horrible act she was witnessing, but she couldn't help it the lewd and vile actions in front of her were making her vagina wet with lubricating fluid. As her own houseboy fucked gleefully in and out of the Portuguese girl's impossibly stretched asshole, Penny could feel the tip of her own hardened clitoris as she ground her loins into the fur covered seat. It sent flashing electric sensations running through her body, making all the nerves twitch with excitement.
"Uugghh! Yeeessssssss! Fuck my ass gooooddd!" the girl moaned as Ojike drove his cock in and out of her burning, rubbery passage with longer and longer thrusts. She was rolling her buttocks in an undulating rhythm to match his driving cock, and the fluid from her vagina was pouring in such amounts as to run free down her inner thighs. She was like a wild animal as she worked her hips around, her anus trying to hungrily suck the juices from the black man's sperm-heavy balls.
Penny glanced over at King Jabavu for an instant, and what she saw disgusted her. He was smiling broadly, his excitement at seeing the young helpless girl debased and raped was obvious. She didn't consider that she, too, had been engrossed in the actions of the couple on the bed, and she wasn't even conscious of her own grinding motions against the seat of her throne.
The houseboy fucking in and out of the girl's anus was ever increasing his tempo, his big cock seemingly becoming even bigger with his nearing climax. The girl was screwing back her buttocks as best she could within the limits of her bonds, and she was gibbering incoherent sounds, pleading with the man to pump her full of his cum. Her dark hair was hanging loosely about her head, swaying as she twisted her head back and forth in opposite time to the fucking of her rectum. Her large breasts danced beneath her chest like jelly as the man buffeted her anus with harder and harder strokes, and the force of his attack seemed to carry through her body to the top of her head. She was so close to an orgasm, that Penny thought the girl was going insane. She became transfixed by the swaying motion of Ojike's bloated black balls as he rocked back and forth, skewering the girl's wide-stretched rectum with his cock.
The hair-covered sac seemed to be filled with two lead weights, and when he drove his cock deep inside the girl's hot rectum, the twin balls would swing forward up between the girl's inner thighs to hit the hair covered mound of her open cunt. Penny was sure that the girl wanted to have her fingers in her pussy, as she was struggling with the ropes tying her wrists to the head of the bed. She also felt the urge to have her own fingers in her own cunt to relieve the growing sensations there.
"Beautiful, is she not?" the King spoke suddenly at her side, momentarily breaking her reverie.
"Yes," Penny swallowed dryly, "yes, she is."
"Just seventeen, you know," he smiled, "I sold her yesterday to an Arab slaver from Mauritania…He's picking her up later tonight."
The girl was suddenly shaking and jerking wildly against the ropes that held her to the bed as she screamed out the gigantic beginning of her climax. Penny could see the girl's, pussy sucking at air as great amounts of gushing fluid poured from the pink opening to her womb. Ojike almost instantly shoved his cock deeper up inside her rectum, his groin pressing so hard against the girl's buttocks that he flattened them. She continued screaming and jerking in her bent-over position, begging him to pump her rectum full of cum.
The African houseboy did as she wished. With a low groan, he held her hips tightly in his hands as his cock released the stored-up sperm from his balls, and it began shooting hot blasts of searing hot cum deep up inside the girl's rectum.
"AAAuuurrrggghhh!" she screamed, her face wildly contorted with passion, "fuck me! PUCK ME!"
Their obscenely joined bodies spasmed in lewd unison as Ojike's sperm filled the girl's rectum, squirting in great explosive blasts from the tip of his giant cock. Each hot jet was squeezed out with a loud cry of pleasure from the girl, and it seemed as if the African servant was never going to run dry. The cheeks of his black ass flexed and hollowed in time to the exploding penis buried juicily in her hot rectum, and his head was thrown back in the exquisite pleasure of his own release.
Penny felt as though she might have some unknown eruption in her own womb, as her own body was tremendously excited by the whole act before her. She knew she had to be repulsed by it all, but at the same time, she couldn't control the explosive excitement she was feeling in her cunt. She almost wished she was the girl tied on the bed, with the man's cock fucking into her back passage, instead of that of the girl. She realized that there had to be something to the tremendous pleasure the girl was quite obviously having, something that she herself had never experienced before in her whole life.
Then, suddenly, Penny flinched into a conscious reality as the King's beefy black paw found her crotch, and he began to slip a few fingers into her sopping pussy, moving them easily in and out to her unresisting delight. "Shall we join the others now, Penny?" he whispered meaningfully.
"What the hell do you mean, wait and see!" Doug exploded. "You think they're having a Parcheesi tournament up there?"
M'Bonu raised his hand in a nervous sweeping gesture. "Please be calm, monsieur Glasser," he soothed. "Perhaps we can work out some kind of arrangement with Da Silva and his men."
Doug's face went purple with rage. "What the hell do you mean, 'make a deal'! we're talking about my wife, not, a new refrigerator!"
"What do you suggest, monsieur Glasser?"
"I suggest you chug that beer and get off your duff. I know where the Djambulu village is. We can storm the God fuckin' place!"
M'Bonu paled. "B-But, I have only the same four privates with me that I had when I drove you to Mgoro."
"And the detachment at Mgoro?"
"That's only ten more men!"
"That's sixteen of us, and a bazooka and a flamethrower."
"Against two or three thousand Djambulu, many of whom are armed with fully automatic weapons.
No, monsieur Glasser, it is impossible…even if I were in accord with what you suggest, which I am not, I would insist on a full battalion of militia with air support, and-"
"Are you worth several million dollars to your country, Major?"
"Excuse me?"
"The Djambulu are asking for thirty prisoners, right?"
"Yes, yes, that's ri- "
"Is your government willing to go along with that kind of thing?"
"Yes, I think so. I told you I thought we could deal with Da-"
"Deal, schmeal… It would take days hell, maybe weeks just to negotiate the terms for that kind of deal."
"Continue."
"And there will be no guarantee of Penny's safety in the meantime'." M'Bonu's face pinched in confusion as Doug continued, "If something happens to her, there could be a sudden drop in the amount of aid my country provides to yours say in the area of a few million dollars?" The Major nodded gravely, he was beginning to understand. "Do I have to say more, M'Bonu? How long do you think you'll stay a political officer if your government loses the equivalent of half its-gross national product through your short-sighted failure to take immediate action?"
Beads of sweat popped out on M'Bonu's forehead. "Perhaps your idea has merit," he conceded grudgingly. "We will at least have the element of surprise."
Doug straightened. "Let's get with it then, Major. God only knows what Penny's going through right now!"
So much had happened to Penny in the last few hours that she was beginning to wonder if she had ever really understood anything about people before her capture her degree in anthropology notwithstanding.
Danielle returned from the other room with more poma. Then, after passing out the drinks, she returned to fetch the freshly oiled dildo, which she then placed at the foot of the bed.
Penny accepted her poma unflinchingly, still fearful to show her captors that she was fearing the complete loss of her sanity. Somehow she still hoped that Doug or someone would sweep down and save her from her hideous plight. But the possibility grew increasingly futile as she studied the woebegone expression of defeat etched on the pretty face of the Portuguese girl she had just learned had been sold into slavery.
One by one, the others drank their poma with its lust-inspiring infusion of pitchi. Time was blurred, distances distorted, and finally Penny could see that everyone else was beginning to feel the same erotic tingling that was awakening in herself.
"Now, we are ready," the King, said suddenly, slipping out of his rafia robe. "All of you drink…hurry up!"
The three women automatically stared at the African regent's phenomenally huge cock jerking to erection as they downed the last of their native beer. Penny felt the sensations of sexual desire pacing through her limbs faster than before, reducing and overcoming her resistance as if a trigger had been pulled somewhere in her innermost being and began to worry less about whether she was sane or not. She glanced at Danielle, who was also naked then, standing before them like a Parisian fashion model displaying a new style line, only hers was pure flesh, a slender succulent body of black satin skin gleaming brightly in the torchlight, her abundant proud breasts standing boldly out from her chest, her puffy blackberry nipples pointing lewdly skyward. She was all sinuousness…all woman…curved and molded to be touched and loved by fingers and lips and cocks. The gaping pink slash of her pubic vee seemed to be tantalizingly incomplete without a prick in it, feeding the hunger it implied with its perfect feminine beauty.
Penny was amazed at the difference between her own body and that of the young African girl. She knew that she was exquisite herself,, young, nubile, with big breasts just heavy enough to sag in an exciting slope of softness, and that she was uniformly rounded and tempting to any man with eager hands. God knows, she had learned that much and more the past two days. But now she was starting to realize why attractively built women, with lovely but different bodies, made men wild in varying ways. It would be a revelation, she mused as rationally as she could at the moment, to see if the King had different tastes…if he would choose her or his youngest wife as his next partner.
Penny also noted the now-freed Portuguese girl who was also standing shamelessly naked in front of the approving eyes of the houseboy and the King. The young girl was about the same height as Penny but appeared slightly shorter, more willowy, with slender almost boyish hips and nipples as dark and smooth as polished walnut atop her conical milk-white breasts. Beside her, Ojike the houseboy stood, his own rapidly lifting penis even bigger than the King's.
Then, Danielle reached for the fourteen-inch wooden dildo she had placed on the bed.
"No! Give it to Penny!" the King commanded. "If she is to be my next wife, she must learn to do that which pleases me!"
"But, Master, I " Danielle began, her jealousy as the thought of being displaced by the blue-eyed American girl coming to the surface.
"Silence!" he stopped her, the anger in his voice startling the others.
As for Penny, she was blushing as much from the confusion as from the stimulating pitchi. She knew at once that this was unheard of…to scornfully abuse a ranking wife in the presence of others. And, to top it off, the King was actually stripping the gorgeous raven-haired woman of her honor, her role, by ordering her to turn over the "scepter" of her authority to Penny…a mere captive!
The King moved closer to Penny then, his huge cock jerking higher from the sadistic pleasure of knowing he held the literal power of life itself over this wonderful display of different bodies. It was affecting the treacherous houseboy, Ojike, the same way and his prick was showing it.
"On the bed again, Portuguese pig!" the King bellowed. "The dance is not yet over!"
"Oh, please, Master…no more!" the poor girl whimpered.
"Shut your pig-sucking mouth!" the fat King spat. Then, "Penny, I think you understand what you are to do!"
Penny's mouth gaped open in astonishment. She was being forced to assist in the slave girl's mean humiliation. The very idea made her sick, but she feared what Jabavu might do if she failed to follow his orders…God, it could just as easily be herself awaiting the Arab slaver!
The girl moved forward and crawled to the center of the bed on her hands and knees. In the meantime, Danielle stepped closer and sat on the end of the elegant pleasure berth, her eyes alight with anticipation and wonder. She now knew that something "special" for her was being planned in her husband's lewdly inventive mind. He never failed. And, even though she was not strictly speaking a lesbian, she was mature enough to know that another woman's body…if it was as interesting as her own…could give her gratification nearly as much as a man's. What she liked most, though, was the arousal her performances with other women caused in her obese lord-and-master.
Penny, too, was experiencing an unanticipated change in attitude-knowing that in moments she would be allowed to vent her smoldering need to strike back on the kneeling Portuguese teenager. Even though she knew the poor girl was herself a prisoner, she felt no overpowering sympathy. Indeed, punishing the young slave-to-be for being guilty of nothing but innocence triggered Penny's own clitoris into seeping, thrilling erection!
King Jabavu had long since lost his last measure of sensitivity to the feelings of other human beings, and wanted nothing now but to start the action going. "Start NOW!" he instructed Penny.
No further encouragement was necessary. Penny crouched down behind the girl on the bed and grasped the delicious, smooth flanks in front of her, just as the King's favorite wife had done to her, slowly inching the obscenely greased ebony dildo toward the vulnerable pink lips of the girl's pussy.
"Shove it in!" the fat King cried.
"Fuck her with it!" Ojike seconded.
The girl screamed loudly as the cruel shaft entered her unprepared vagina, pressing in her cuntal flanges with it as it drove deeper. Her beautiful body was stiff with agony and she saw with stunned horror that the two black men were almost frothing at the mouth as they watched. Her full ripe breasts quivered nakedly below her as the wickedly curved dildo jackknifed in and out. She tried to rise, to escape, but fell back limply into the position demanded of her. She knew the King would not tolerate resistance and would only make it harder on her if she showed any.
Then came the first of a series of unprompted slaps on the girl's trembling buttocks. Penny, now hopelessly aroused herself, had become sadistically excited by the welts left by Ojike's whip.
Moved by the lusty scene before him, the lewd houseboy seized his thickly distended cock and moved forward with the intention of pushing Danielle aside and ramming it into the girl's mouth. The King caught his arm, restraining him, chuckling strangely as he leaned close to the skinny man and whispered something in his ear. Ojike's look of disappointment gradually changed to an expression of wicked glee, his head nodding a vigorous approval of what the King had said.
Abruptly, the King, his voice thickened with lust, reached down to grab a fistful of the girl's silken hair and bellowed, "Eat Danielle's pussy, you white slug!" He forced her pretty head brutally toward his beautiful Mgoro wife's open crotch. "Suck it, daughter of a leprous jackal!" "Oh, Master, I'm begging you…don't make me. The girl pleaded futily, her words painfully punctuated by Penny's expert handling of the instrument crammed in her pussy.
Penny's own excitement was increasing rapidly as she saw that the wooden cock was growing wet and beginning to glisten as it tortured deeper into the girl's resisting flesh.
"Suck her pussy, wife of a maggot!"
Danielle herself needed no persuasion as she opened her slender black thighs wider, leaning back slightly to place her hands behind her on the bed for better support. She felt the Portuguese girl's hot breath on her pubic mound as she eased forward against her will. The rest of the group including Penny were equally crazed with sexual frenzy at the sight of the girl's pointless humiliation.
Danielle's breath caught in her throat as the girl began to plant tearful wet kisses on her ebony thighs, and then on the wedge of scarlet flesh between them. She knew that the girl had to make it good to please her husband and was prepared to take advantage of it. She spread her legs even wider apart then, a wonderful shudder of delight coursing down her spine at the first touch of the girl's soft pink tongue on the quivering velvet lips of her pussy. Then, with a particularly vicious shove, Penny drove the poor girl forward with the hard greasy dildo, forcing her pretty frightened face down solidly into the kinky black forest gleaming wetly before her.
The ravished captive squirmed down on her elbows and knees as she placed her palms on the smooth rounded undersides of the Mgoro girl's splayed, slightly elevated thighs, and began to lick and suck voraciously at Danielle's succulent coralline slit. And then, miraculously, she once again began to feel the same pitchi-induced masochistic thrill that had taken possession of her just moments before.
Danielle was beginning to pitch and writhe as she watched the Portuguese beauty's lush pink mouth working feverishly between her legs, her lust-coated tongue spiraling out to dig into the trembling hair lined vulvae and then dart upwards a little to massage the African wife's pulsating clitoris. Danielle reached down with one hand to grasp her by the hair, grinding her heavily secreting sex against the assaulting face, leaning back and lifting her legs all the way off the bed.
Her pussy was a mass of delectable wet sensitivity, growing more and more intense with each passing second, building up to a pin-point pitch of needle-sharp feeling that seemed about to explode into one gigantic burst of climax. But no, not yet! It was too soon, too soon, and she struggled to delay the delicious climax that would cheat her from getting more…milking all she could from the girl's fantastic sucking of her cunt.
Ojike and the King had moved closer in, each of them now crouching on the edge of the spacious bed as they leeringly watched the beautiful senhorita feasting on Danielle's open pussy while the American girl used the crippling fourteen-inch dildo to churn her viscid, quivering vagina into a virtual froth.
The African King was also losing control of his senses, watching the helpless girl he had just sold into slavery getting it and giving it, her buttocks shaking and her tongue flicking out to lick Danielle's musky red cunt. His huge, black cock was harder than granite, jutting out from his bloated loins like a third leg, and he moved forward to Penny, holding his bulging prick with both hands as he wiped the semen oozing from its distended glans hole on the young girl's cheek. She did not flinch or show any objection. and even darted out her own pink tongue to taste all she could of the shiny liquid smeared in a tiny blotch on her face.
"Ah, so you like the taste of African milk!" he grinned lewdly. "Yes, please, I want more…I want to be fucked…cum in me," she groaned, pushing the monstrous wooden dildo further into the Portuguese girl's belly to show that she meant it. "I want my turn!" Her eyes were full of pleading and she thought she would scream if she did not get her wish right away.
"You'll get your turn, I assure you," the King laughed as he grinned at Ojike.
Danielle was bucking deliriously, ravenous for all she could get of the slave girl's hot wiping tongue. She lay fully on her back, arching it as she reached down with her hands to grasp the lips of her ravaged vagina and pull them wide apart with her fingers. Her cunt was completely naked and flushed a deep scarlet with her mounting excitement.
"Ojike, you Mgoro pimp," the King ordered teasingly, "why don't you try your former memsab on for size!"
The wicked houseboy complied immediately by fondling his former mistress silken white buttocks.
"She looks like a virgin in that tight little asshole," the King suggested vicariously.
"Oh, Jesus, not that!" Penny protested to the traitorous African caressing her naked buttocks. She was stormy with lust, the pitchi inflaming every inch of her body. But, God, she wanted the houseboy's cock in her pussy, not her asshole!
"Come on, missy…you will like," Ojike rasped evilly as he clenched the soft splendid orbs and parted them to view the little nether ring of her anus. Penny was prepared for almost anything…but this. She squeezed her legs and buttocks tightly together in reaction to the terrible thought. Doug had touched her here and it had been painful. Ojike would kill her if he tried to fuck her in the ass!
Through the confusion rumbling in her mind, Penny felt her houseboy's bony black hands parting her ass-cheeks wider and the cool air rushed into the soft interior between her legs.
"I must get her ready," Ojike laughed. "She's too tight to take it without some stretching."
The young American wife could feel the tip of his finger probing at the entrance to her naked rectal passage and she clenched the puckered tiny anal lips tightly in a desperate effort to prevent the inhuman penetration she knew was coming. He probed for a moment on the outer edges of the small elastic circle and then shoved forward with a grin, sinking the finger with a jerk up to the first knuckle.
Penny jumped from the anticipated pain, almost losing her grip on the firmly planted dildo in the Portuguese girl's cunt. The hurt wasn't quite as great as she had thought it would be. She was already aroused, her hot pussy dripping wet, and she could feel the, man's other hand dropping down to lubricate two fingers in her lust-sodden cavern. She relaxed slightly until suddenly she felt his first finger pop out, replacing it with both of the slippery fingers he had dipped in her cunt. It hurt this time and she leapt forward on her knees to escape the pain, jamming the dildo into the kneeling girl all the way to the hilt as she did so, causing her mouth to jam down extra hard on Danielle's angrily inflamed scarlet slit.
As quickly as Ojike had, sunk his fingers into Penny's asshole, he pulled them out again, then knelt down lower to put his face between the young Peace Corps worker's luscious young buttocks, licking wetly and eagerly at the crevice between them, moistening the tiny hole in preparation for the still greater entry to come.
"Raise your ass higher for him," the King instructed.
When she did not respond immediately, hesitating as she wondered how she could possibly operate the dildo and simultaneously withstand the horrible thing about to happen, Ojike grabbed her hips and jerked her up cruelly until her ass was waving high in the air in lewd invitation. Her puckered little anus throbbed helplessly, the last place left that had not been abused since she had begun her strange captivity in the Djambulu village.
The houseboy's fingers dug painfully into the tender white flash of Penny's hips, holding them steady as she felt his impossibly long penis impress itself in the moist naked split of her behind. She gasped in surprise at the shocking contact. It felt even thicker than it looked. She could never take that in her rectum without it ripping her belly.
Expecting her to struggle, Ojike held her firmly until he was satisfied that she would accept him. Then he began to move his hands closer, again prying wide her full globes with his thumbs. She felt a probing between the thumbs that was soft and rubbery at first and then grew into a hard unresisting bluntness.
"N-Nooooo, pleaseeeee, noooooh!" she screeched as she felt the tight resisting ring of her asshole give way before the unyielding pressure, the cock-tip popping inside with a slight jerk.
Penny continued to groan, but the sounds echoed through the room unheeded. There was no one in the world who could help her at that moment all that existed was the excruciating torture in her asshole…the cruel fingers gripping her flanks so hard that she thought they would break the flesh. There was no escape, just as before, no way to back out of the depraved attack on her helpless body.
Then blunt intrusion of Ojike's thick cock seemed to fill every fiber of her being, pushing the soft rubbery flesh of her widely-stretched anal passage on great waves of pain before it, filling her backside ceaselessly as though she were being impaled on the trunk of a giant oak tree by the barbarians of another age. She grunted in submission, her eyes opened wide in torment until suddenly she felt the coarse hair of his loins smack heavily into the soft flesh of her buttocks. She groaned again, louder this time, hung on the end of the stone-hard cock like a suckling pig on a big roasting spit.
Danielle, at the other end of the bed, was on the brink of orgasm, torrents of passion about to flood loose and finally out of her. The tender lips of the Portuguese girl on her cunt were soft and smooth and worked fast and then slowly, teasing her swollen clitoris. "Oh, oh, it's here, it's here!" she screamed. "I'm cummming…AAAuuurrrggghhh!"
The King was beaming, obviously pleased, as he watched the slender black woman in the throes of orgasm, flailing her body about so wildly that the young slave girl could hardly keep her lush mouth fastened to the pussy she was sucking and licking so expertly. King Jabavu was still holding his massive black cock with both hands, one above the other, and yet there was still an awesome portion of it jutting up, untouched, above his black hands. This was one of his masterpieces, one of his finest orgies. He had four people in a row on the bed and it was no wonder that his tremendous prick was throbbing,, and oozing an almost steady flow of clear sticky semen from the tip. Suddenly, he wanted to get into the action himself!
He watched Danielle give a final thrust of her loins, knocking back the slave girl's head a few inches, and chuckled to himself when his exhausted young wife rolled away to escape any more sensation for the moment.
Ojike was muttering obscenities behind Penny, gasping with sadistic pleasure as he began to saw rhythmically and without mercy deep into the soft depths of her back passage, bringing sobs of pain and yet weird pleasure from her tortured lips. She had never felt so spoiled and debauched in her life and her whole behind felt wet and used as her houseboy levered up on his knees and began to lunge the full length of his lust-purpled cock into her with long smooth strokes. It pulled tiny ridges of her pink, clasping flesh out with the base of his prick as it withdrew for another vicious lunge inside.
The Portuguese girl was helplessly caught in the kneeling position, painfully bent again like an errant slave while the King watched. Her perfect white body jerked and quivered, and her legs, a bit more relaxed now that the last of her resistance was broken, periodically convulsed as an extra hard thrust from Penny seared into her tortured sex. The King could also hear Penny's heartfelt mewlings mingling with hers, filling the room around them. Penny hated herself and her body for the delight it was giving her houseboy, even though there was nothing she could do about it.
"Tell me how tight she is," the King demanded. "The white memsab is as tight as a drum," Ojike responded breathlessly.
Penny loathed herself for permitting the indecent sodomizing of her behind, for allowing it to go on unable to think of some way to stop it…allowing the pain to change to pleasure. That she was beginning to enjoy it humiliated her even more. She was kneeling in total submission before a common African servant-…permitting him to slam his long black penis up her rectum…her asshole!
And then, she began to move backward to meet the forward thrust of his cock, undulating her body and moving her firm buttocks in little rotating cir des, clasping her anus around the penis as much as she could on the out-stroke. Behind her, he looked down and watched the reddish-pink skin of the tiny hairless hole draw back with his jerking cock and felt the sudden voluntary, movements of her firm young ass-cheeks in front of him. He groaned again and again and surged into her with fresh power he knew she was his to use as he pleased now. He would give it to her now as she had never had it before! And she would love it hell, she was loving it!
He saw the arching hollows of her back as she, worked and ground back into him like a female demon, her long silken brown hair falling over her face like a veil, and onto the Portuguese girl's sweet buttocks. He could see Penny's skin flushing hot pink from the intensity of her effort, her eyes wide in unseeing rapture in her eager quest for fulfillment. She humped and churned her body beneath him, encouraging and pleading with the motions of her buttocks for him to end it and fill her tortured asshole with the raging hot sperm of his orgasm.
Sensing this frantic need, he began to ram into the American bride with his own need, hard and deep, battering her quivering buttocks with his fleshy pelvis. He gripped the tops of her thighs with his fingers, squeezing with all his strength to pull her back over his savagely pulsing cock, as though slipping a sleeve over the arm of a pygmy warrior. His eyes bulged wide at the spectacle of her delicious young body bucking before him, and the sadistic desire to hurt her rippled through him as he plowed forward with a mighty lunge that sent his cock soaring up her tiny, wide stretched asshole like an angry fist.
"AAAuuurrrggghhh!" she groaned pitifully. But she was his, and this was no time for mercy. He rammed again, deeper this time, and drew another agonizing scream for his efforts.
With her last scream, Penny could feel even in her agony that the cock was swelling, expanding, until she thought it would never stop until it exploded in her quivering white belly. It was killing her, stretching the fragile muscles of her rectum beyond all human endurance and now her sense of pleasure was switching back to agony, then back again…to pleasure…There was no sense in it, no human logic, and she was finding it harder to keep her grasp on the greasy dildo she was fucking into the lust-dazed Portuguese girl..
"Oh, please, cum!…Cum in my ass!" Penny groaned in pain and masochistic pleasure as she fucked back ruthlessly against the scrawny black man behind her.
Ojike sputtered incoherently and shoved into his former mistress with a mighty thrust that almost tore through the walls of her stomach, driving her forward so cruelly that she lost her hold on the dildo and it slipped onto the bed.
"Oh, hurry! For the love of God, please hurry! Put it back in my cunt, now!" The Portuguese girl gasped as she wormed backwards, waving her buttocks in front of the American girl and searching for the pleasure-producing oiled cock. Quickly, Penny was able to grasp it again.. and plunge in the whole slimy length of it between the grasping lips of the girl's hot pink vagina. The slave girl moaned thankfully and immediately fucked back on it harder than ever.
The moans of the two skewered women mixed with Ojike's animal grunts to form a lewd cacophony of lust as the King watched, sliding both hands up and down his thick, glistening black cock.
Penny could feel herself splitting open from the power and pressure of the big cock fucking all the way up her sensitive behind.. and she was loving it…even shouting back shameless encouragement to her inky-cocked houseboy.
Her tightly clenched rectum held him vise-like and she could feel the prick in her jerk and fill with scorching cum as Ojike let out a long groan and gave one last tremendous buttocks-flattening ram into the back of Penny's lifted ass, raising her off the bed and forward over the Portuguese girl's naked back.
Ojike groaned deeply as his sperm began to squirt into Penny's asshole, filling her, flooding her stretching her wider as the sticky white seed began to flow out around his deflating cock. Then, Penny gasped out her regret as she felt the softening penis slip out from her flooded buttocks with a moist slurping sound.
The Portuguese girl, too, was rapidly approaching orgasm, and could not even sense that Ojike had slipped out of Penny and over on his side. Nor was she aware of Danielle eyeing her breasts. It was all Penny could manage to keep the slick dildo in her hands. as the girl writhed, and fucked back towards her, swallowing up all she could get in her creamy pussy.
"AAAUUURRRGGGHHH!" the girl exploded, arching backwards, lifting her upper body and sitting back fully on the pumping wooden shaft. "Ohh Yesss!"
The King and Penny watched the obscene display of orgasm, envious that they had not yet been brought to completion themselves. The pitchi was still coursing rampant through their veins, keeping them primed for what was still to come. Then, the King was standing next to her.
"Are you ready now, Penny?" he asked, lewdness flashing in his eyes.
"Yes, please, I want it!…Put it in me!" Penny panted, realizing as she did so that she meant every word that she said, that only his huge live penis could fill her throbbing vaginal split and give her the release she desperately needed. She wanted nothing but cock, sperm-filled balls slapping down against her still sperm-oozing anus, and pride did not matter as much as her screaming desire.
"What do you want in you, future wife?…You must tell me exactly what it is that you want!"
"Your penis! Your big cock! Oh, please put it in me…
Quickly, she rolled over on her back and pushed the ravished Portuguese girl to one side. Penny lay there with her legs spread apart and back as she pointed to her naked pink cunt and spread the hungry, hair-lined lips just as Danielle had, aching to be used.
The King gave her his lusty smile and slowly dropped to his knees on the edge of the mammoth bed, crawling at last like the others as he moved forward to position himself over the girl. Suddenly the grin on his face changed to a primitive look of ugly raw lust and he fell between her thighs, crushing her stomach and pushing her delicious ivory breast flat under his chest. He thrust his hips forward and planted his long, thick rod at the rear of her cunt, making her shout and then sigh with relief as he filled her, then emptied her, stroking in and out of the voracious pussy as though this were its first time.
His dark fingers clawed into her luscious breasts as he screwed faster, sinking himself into her farther with every powerful stroke. He slithered his hands down to her sides, then, and worked them under her humping ass-cheeks to take full command of her movements. She was taking everything, all of it, and knew now that the King's massive penis seemed even larger and more satisfying than the dildo had been. Its rigid ebony hugeness was the real thing, the impossible dream, and she found herself wanting to suck it, even though it was still crammed to its hilt in her guts.
"Don't stop!…EVER!" Penny whined in excitement, afraid that for some unknown reason he might decide to stop and not give her the rest of the fucking she had to have. To spur him on, to make certain, she leaned back her lovely head enough to find his lips, running out her hot tongue into his mouth, jerking and humping under the crushing fat African's weight like the whore she felt she was now. A whore, a whore, a hot-assed little whore! she chanted over and over to herself as she met his thrusts with all the force he was giving her.
She was giving the King the fuck of his life, writhing her whole body from side to side, then cranking all her young muscles to pitch up and smash her groin into his. The entire bed shook and everyone's ears were filled with the lewd hammering staccato sound of King Jabavu's great driving prick. She reached up to grasp his fleshy face in her hands, spreading her satin thighs ever wider and scissoring them around the black regent's waist, the soles of her feet quivering helplessly towards the ceiling.
They fucked, grunting and clawing for what seemed hours to the young American girl. The King could feel the start of a rising intensity churning deep inside his huge coconut balls. The nucleus of feeling was growing almost painfully, growing to a thundering, ripping immensity, and he, even he, was astounded by the fact that his ballooning cock felt so wonderful in the hot young Peace Corps worker's belly. After all, he had fucked everything in the village the best girls, the most experienced, but nothing quit so great as this!
Their bodies, black on white, crashed together, thrilling the on looking people on the bed. They knew, especially Danielle, that her husband was going to fire his flaming seed into Penny within seconds.
And then it happened!
The King's full testicle sacs twitched, every ridge and vein on the angry black cock pulsing, the blood filling it to the point of bursting. Danielle and the others watched stupefied as the King drove fully into the young American bride, spreading her cunt lips thinly with the thick base of his inky penis, flexing it in her as his orgasm seemed to bring on her own.
Penny squeezed her tortured young pussy tightly in sexual ecstasy, shivering and whimpering her joy as she felt Jabavu's cum gushing wildly into her, loading her up just as Ojike had her asshole, but more, much more, until she was certain that soon the sticky white liquid would well up in her stomach and finally come flowing out of her open, panting mouth.
"AAAaaaUUUUrrrGGGhhh!" she shrieked when she could no longer contain herself, her beautiful limbs quivering as she felt the boiling outpouring of his cum lessening to a spurting thin stream and then finally dying altogether…The electric sensations of fulfillment rippled through every bone and muscle of her body, draining her as well.
It was all over now and they fell limp, the King's walrus-sized black body covering hers as they lay puffing and filling their lungs with much-needed air. Sweet Jesus, she thought as he rolled off her, what's to become of me now? As if in response to her silent query, the King drew a heavy breath of air and cleared his throat to speak. "Well, Penny," he began in a voice still choked with lust, "what have you decided…are you ready to become my wife?"
Penny's very soul went cold as she realized just how much she wanted to say, yes. She loved Doug, but she loved sex, too!
"Penny?" he persisted.
"I-I don't know," she confessed honestly.
The King's patience was exhausted. "All right, my pretty," he gasped coldly, "the choice is still yours…You have seen what marriage to me would be like…Now, perhaps, you should find out what life will be like if you make the only other choice available to you!"
Penny's pretty freckled face pinched in puzzlement. What choice? What does he mean by…oh, my God…THE ARAB SLAVER!
The last red fingers of dusk brightened the tops of a stand of palm trees at the western edge of the village as the pitifully undermanned rescue party strangled the final breath of life from the dozing lookout on the hill that rose to the north. The last face the Djambulu warrior saw on earth was that of a crazy white man with bulging angry eyes. The last words he heard were, "Where's my wife, nigger!" He just had time to nod in the direction of the largest hut in the village when the steely fingers found his throat…