Passion Delights
[aka 'Peace Corps Bride']
by Frances Sibley


CHAPTER ONE 

Dinner at an excellent French restaurant is a pleasant surprise anytime. In 
Africa, it is doubly so. Yet, in spite of certain preconceptions of mud-and 
waddle huts and savage natives which honestly do still exist in the interior 
there are any number of surprisingly good French restaurants to be found in 
the mostly modern capitals of territories formerly under the suzerainty of 
the French Colonial Administration. In Dakar the capital of Senegal, and a 
city with a number of first-class restaurants three of the most outstanding 
are ... Croix du Sud, Hotel N'Gor, and Chez Marie-Louise. It was in the 
latter that young Doug and Penny Glasser sat waiting for their evening's 
dinner companion, Howard and Carol North. 

"Well, darling?" the young husband smiled, exhibiting a row of even white 
teeth. "Have you made up your mind yet?" 

"Gee, Doug," Penny responded, "I can't decide everything sounds so 
scrumptious!" Doug smiled indulgently. "Maybe we should wait for the 
Norths," he offered. 

Penny wrinkled her nose and brightened. "Not on your life, Doug! Besides, 
they said for us to go ahead and order since they're liable to be a while at 
Major M'Bonu's office." 

Doug laughed openly, then fell into his fair-to-middlin' Humphrey Bogart 
imitation. "Okay, kid, I get the picture." He dropped back into his own 
voice. "You want to ask a waiter what's good?" 

Penny nodded in the affirmative, then blushed when her incorrigible tease of 
a husband snapped his finger and shouted a very touristy, "Garcon!" 

Immediately, an impeccably liveried waiter with a face as black as night 
appeared at their table. "Is monsieur ready to order now?" he asked in 
flawless French. 

"What do you recommend?" Doug followed in a broken facsimile of the same 
language. 

"Our chef is an artist with langouste." 

"Langouste?" Penny parroted. "What's that, Doug?" 

"I think it's crayfish, honey." 

"Oh, good, Doug! Let's have that!" 

Doug nodded at the waiter. 

"And the wine, monsieur?" 

"Something light, white and dry." 

"Excellent, monsieur ... Muscadet? Soave, perhaps ... ? " 

"Soave, I think. A full liter--we're expecting company." 

As the African waiter shuffled off in the direction of the, kitchen, Penny 
turned to her husband and dimpled. "Gee, Doug," she whispered, "I had no 
idea you knew anything about wines!" 

"All the better to snow you with, my dear," he Bogarted. 

"You mean--. " 

"I mean, I don't know Soave from Shinola!" 

Penny stared straight-faced at her handsome young husband for a long moment, 
then broke into a peal of infectious laughter. God, how she loved that 
smiling dark-haired boy ... ! 

They had been married nearly six months now, having "tied the Freudian 
knot," as Doug called it, the day following their graduation.. from Montana 
State in June. Within these same few months, they had applied to, been 
accepted by, and trained for a Peace Corps assignment in Africa. Since both 
Penny and Doug had Bachelor of Arts degrees in anthropology, the choice had 
been a natural one. Indeed, when they'd met in the spring of their junior 
year, it was during a seminar on African art and music. In the relatively 
short period of time that had passed since that eventful day, the 
happy-go-lucky boy, who at twenty-three was two years Penny's senior, had 
become her whole life. And she, his. 

Doug himself now caught up in his young wife's happy laughter, studied the 
lovely face across the table from him. He never tired of looking at Penny at 
her refined, delicately formed features, the perky upturned nose with its 
smattering of pale freckles across the bridge, the well-spaced sky-blue 
eyes. Her fine, nut-brown hair fell freely like long cascading silk, from a 
simple center part. Her firm, melonous breasts rode high and proud the 
smooth upper slopes deliciously naked above the daringly low-cut black crepe 
cocktail dress she'd purchased just that morning at a chic little shop in 
the lobby of their hotel. In her haste to get on with the "missionary" 
nature of their business, Penny hadn't even thought to bring a formal dress 
along, just a few flimsy cotton things and several shorts and halter 
ensembles for the hotter months. Nonetheless, her husband thought proudly, 
Penny's the kind of girl who'd look good in a potato sack! 

"Hi! Mind if we join you?" 

The intruding voice belonged to Carol North. 

"Oh, hi, Carol," piped Penny. "We just ordered. Why don't you guys sit 
down?" Dinner proceeded rapidly and smoothly. It was a curious and 
instantaneous friendship that grew between the four young Americans, one 
born more of common interests and background rather than longevity. Howard 
and Carol North, only slightly older than Doug and Penny themselves, had met 
their young replacements just that morning at the airport. At ten that same 
evening, the Glassers would be seeing the Norths off for their return flight 
to the States, following an eighteen-month stint as instructors at the 
Corps-sponsored Mgoro Technical School. 

"Better eat hearty, kids," Howard offered comradely. "Once you get to Mgoro, 
you'll be lucky if you can think up an appropriate excuse to get into Dakar 
every two months." He shoved a forkful of langouste into his mouth and 
chewed reflectively. "La Pierre he's the headmaster runs a tight village." 

Carol wrinkled her nose and seconded, "I'll say! That old French fart is so 
decrepit he creaks when he walks!" 

"Oh, he's not so bad, really," Howard countered, reaching for the wine. "If 
you do a good job ... and by that I mean, just teach and not talk liberal 
politics ... he'll do all right by you." 

"As long as you don't ask for many trips to town," Carol said. "Ol' La 
Pierre's a real worry wart." 

Penny, following closely, cleared her throat. "Oh?" 

Howard took a long sip of Soave and swallowed. "Rotten stuff, this!" he 
said. I'll sure be glad to get my hands on some good ol American Ripple!" 

"Why does whoever you said" Penny pressed. 

"La Pierre?" Carol supplied. 

"Yes. Why does he worry?" 

The Norths stared at one another for a second, then Carol nodded for Howard 
to continue the explanation. 

"Well," Howard began. "You're aware of the war going on in Guine-Bissau 
Portuguese Guinea?" 

Doug and Penny nodded in the, affirmative. He continued, "Farim that's a 
Portuguese stronghold is only a few kilometers from Mgoro, across the border 
" 

"But," Doug interrupted, "I thought with Salazar's bunch out of power, 
things were going to cool down!" 

"Yes, yes ... Independence and all that ... Well, it's not all that simple 
... Tribal rivalries, renegade troops, you know the ticket." 

"Y-You make it sound like a miniature Congo!" Carol protested. "You're 
scaring them half to death!" 

"Am I?" Howard continued. "Well, I didn't mean it like that ... It's pretty 
small-scale stuff, really." 

"How small?" Penny queried concernedly. 

"Just a bunch of renegades," Carol explained. "Some of the rebels on the 
Northern Front had a falling out with Cabral a year or so ago, and they've 
kind of set up shop for themselves." 

"There's been a few rapes and one killing or two on the wrong side of the 
border," Howard added hastily. 

Penny gave out a startled gasp, and Doug quickly covered her hand with his 
own and squeezed it for reassurance. He cleared his throat with a sip of 
wine. "Where does Mgoro fit into all this?" he questioned. 

Howard dabbed the last vestiges of crayfish from his lips with the corner of 
his napkin, then fumbled for a cigarette. "Mgoro village takes its name from 
the Mgoro tribe. But, of course, you already know that." 

"We should," Penny interjected, "we just spent several weeks studying the 
Mgoro language!" 

"Well, like I was saying, the Mgoro are sort of domesticated cousins of the 
Djambulu. And, well, the Djambulu are pretty bad news." 

"Goon." 

Howard lit his cigarette and let the smoke spiral toward the ceiling. There 
were several European couples scattered around the restaurant and he nodded 
pleasantly at one of them. He seemed to be enjoying keeping Doug and Penny 
in suspense. Finally, he sighed, "The Senegalese government doesn't even 
mess with the Djambulu. The Djambulu are on both sides of the border, though 
the former colonial powers had precious little regard for ethnic boundaries 
when they carved this damned continent up and these renegades Carol 
mentioned are mostly Djambulu from the Guinea side of the family." 

Doug started to refill the wine glasses. "You haven't lost us so far," he 
said. 

Howard went on, "Thanks to American aid, the Portuguese have been well 
supplied with napalm. When things get too hot down south if you'll pardon 
the pun the poor bastards cross over the border and spend a little time with 
their Yankee cousins." 

Penny was the first to respond, with an audible, "Wow!" 

Carol, smiling, reassured her with, "Don't worry about it, hon, as long as 
you stick pretty close to Mgoro village, you'll be okay." 

"Yeah, that's right," added Howard. 

A minute or two of silence passed as the foursome polished off the remainder 
of the langouste. Finally, Carol said, "Actually, the biggest surprise 
you're apt to encounter is the nudity ... naked breasts are de rigueur you 
expect them. But." 

"But, the Mgoro consider it unhealthy to leave the penis covered," added 
Howard. Doug managed a wan smile. Penny stared red-faced at her empty plate. 

"A bead belt and a pair of leather sandals, and they're ready to go to 
market," continued Carol, with a sip of wine. Then, "Now get ready for this 
one, kiddies. Mgoro is no nudist colony an erection is considered to be the 
biggest compliment a Mgoro boy can pay to any woman he encounters!" 

A wry smile spread across Howard's face. "And the Mgoro are noted for their 
big compliments!" 

Penny nearly spewed a mouthful of wine on the table. Doug calmed her with a 
timorous, "Easy, baby. You're an anth major, remember? Unshockable?" 

Howard looked at his watch. "Carol, it's after eight," he said. "We'd better 
get moving if we're going to catch that plane." 

Doug started to offer to see them off, but Howard held up his hand in 
protest. "Thanks, anyway, kids. If I were you, I'd trot right back to my 
hotel room and get some sleep ... believe me, you're going to need it." 

"The road to Mgoro is paved with boulders!" quipped Carol. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

They took them to Mgoro in a Land-Rover Doug and Penny, with Major Marcel 
M'Bonu, the Mgoro District Political Officer, driving. They had planned to 
leave the following morning, as it was a considerable drive to Mgoro 
Village, but the Norths at the bequest of Headmaster La Pierre-had supplied 
the new arrivals with a long shopping list of things that were presently in 
short supply at the school. Indeed, they had spent the better part of the 
cool, morning hours the best time of the day for travel scrounging the 
waterfront warehouses of Dakar for such items as nails, rope, string, soap, 
a washbasin, several wooden buckets, a hammer, paint and brushes, various 
cases of canned meats and vegetables, and many tins of paraffin oil, since 
there was no electricity in the village but for that produced by a small 
generator at the school itself, and none at all for cooking or lighting. It 
wasn't until early afternoon that they managed to get away, and by that time 
both Doug and Penny were ready to collapse from sheer exhaustion. 

In addition to Major M'Bonu, they were accompanied by four regular soldiers 
of the Senegalese army who were armed to the toenails with submachine guns, 
a bazooka, and a small flame-thrower. Major M'Bonu, seemingly, did not like 
to take unnecessary risks. Indeed, as the Glassers later discovered, the 
accompanying troops were no more nor less than his personal bodyguard; the 
only reason he hadn't brought a full detachment of regulars along is because 
he had heard that there would be an entire regiment of the Senegalese 
Militia in convoy along the route ... in case he needed assistance. But, in 
any case, the threat of unprovoked attack seemed almost surreal in contrast 
to the tooth-shattering reality of the "road". 

Just a few very few kilometers southeast of Dakar, the simple tarmac highway 
returned virtually to nature. And each time a wheel slammed into a pothole 
or a cabbage-size rock, the young couple could hear the bouncing troops in 
back emit a united curse, alternately in French or in one of several tribal 
languages. Doug estimated, conservatively, that he had learned at least 
fourteen different words for "Fuck!" that day. Carol North, it seemed, had 
not exaggerated about the condition of the road. 

Still, once the party got underway, young Doug and Penny Glasser found 
themselves getting caught up in the adventurous spirit of things. The low 
southern mountains began to rise up to their right, while in scattered 
clearings in the forest to the left grew occasional stands of cotton or 
peanuts. Sometimes they would see a man in one of the tiny fields, 
invariably white-haired and stooped, holding a makeshift wooden hoe and 
wearing only a pair of tattered khaki shorts on his withered black frame. 
Again invariably, he would stop his work and look up at the Land Rover as 
they passed, staring silently, becoming smaller and smaller in the distance. 
To the Glassers it was all very picturesque. To Major M'Bonu it was just a 
pain in the ass a capitalist plot to keep him away from the comfort and, 
more importantly, safety of his Dakar office. 

The harried little African Major kept glancing down at his watch every few 
minutes, shaking his head and muttering, "We're going to be late as hell!" 
He did it with such frequency that Penny was tempted, on those occasions she 
found reason to address him, to change his title from Major to March Hare, 
after the time-pressed rabbit in Alice in Wonderland. Doug, talking up a 
blue streak, could have cared less what time they got to Mgoro, the 
welcoming "party" Headmaster La Pierre normally planned for new arrivals, 
notwithstanding. 

Occasionally, they drove past clusters of little huts flanking the 
impossible road on either side. There would be ten or fifteen of them 
together, with walls of yellowish lateritic mud, and roofs of palm thatching 
or, infrequently, corrugated and rusting iron. Sometimes, they could see 
smoke seeping through the roofs, which more than-likely meant that there was 
cooking going on inside. Often, too, there would be a few old men sitting in 
front of the huts, wearing only a wrap-around sheet or a loin-cloth. They'd 
wave to them as they passed, and sometimes they would slowly lift their arms 
to wave back, but mostly they just stared off into the bush without making a 
motion. 

Then there were the animals ... the snort of an elephant, a lone giraffe 
grazing somewhere off in the distance, a family of gazelles bouncing across 
the road. And there were children ... children standing on bird-thin legs 
with only a black cloth around their skinny little bodies covering them from 
shoulder to thigh. If they were standing near the highway, they could see 
how dirty the little waifs were, with mud caked all up and down their 
matchstick arms and legs. Or, sometimes they would see great scab-like sores 
and blotches on their faces. They would wave to them, and they would nudge 
each other and jump up and down, waving their arms and shrieking, "Djambo! 
Djambo!", laughing with enormous white teeth as the Land-Rover sprayed 
pebbles at their bare feet. 

"We'll be in Mgoro country soon," Major M'Bonu laughed suddenly beneath his 
worried brow. "Then nobody will be wearing anything!" 

It was already beginning to grow darker it darkens quickly in the tropics 
when they raced onto a strip of tarmac. On the left, there was a native 
market with swarms of Africans, while to the right, uphill on another 
street, stood a row of ragged wooden buildings. The Major pulled a sharp 
right on the uphill street, then braked to a dusty halt in front of a 
ramshackle building with the name, "Jungle Bar," emblazoned across the front 
in drippy red letters. It reminded Doug of an old western saloon. 

"We'll stop here for a beer," explained the Major, conveniently forgetting 
the late hour. 

"Why not!" Doug and Penny echoed in unison. 

In all-too-short a time, they were back on the road, continuing along the 
same uphill road that the bar was on. The four soldiers in the back, in 
lighter spirits after beer and the brief respite of the tarmac, broke into a 
popular native song ... until the road changed back into granite again, just 
a little ways east of the town the Major called Liberte. 

Farther on, with the mountains ahead of them turning heavy gray with the 
coming of night, they turned down yet another dirt road, so narrow that it 
more closely resembled a path. Banana trees grew on both sides, their thick 
green foliage reaching across the road to brush along the top and sides of 
the Land-Rover like the muted sounds of a drummer's brushes. The road was 
bumpy, rockier even than the main road. It was filled with potholes, and as 
they bounced slowly along they came across a large truck turned over on its 
side. Penny's heart turned an anxious flip. Had it been the work of the 
Djambulu renegades? she wondered. 

The Major, too, appeared concerned as he inched slowly past. Then, seeing 
only large cartons strewn about and no bodies, he let out an anxious sigh of 
relief. Apparently, it had skidded into an oversize pothole when the road 
was wet and had gone over on its side. 

A short distance further on the road forked again and they made another 
gear-gnashing right turn onto a "road" that was yet narrower than the last. 
There were huts on either side with people standing in front of them. 
"Mgoro," the little Major mumbled, but in the mounting darkness it was 
difficult to verify his statement. Then there was a sign that read, MGORO 
TECHNICAL SCHOOL I KILOMETER, and ahead a large stone arch that looked as 
though it would collapse at any given sneeze. 

Major M'Bonu, in an impressive show of courage, drove beneath the arch, and 
there inside stood a group of Africans, a dozen or so, and they fell back 
into a semi-circle as the Land Rover came to a halt and its occupants 
stepped out. They were all wearing slacks and crisp new white shirts, and 
highly polished black shoes. A portly middle-aged man wearing thin-framed 
gold spectacles that looked somehow out of place against the grotesquely 
welted tribal markings that covered his black face, stepped forward and 
introduced himself as Monsieur Paul M'Jabu, the Assistant Headmaster. "We've 
been expecting you for hours," he explained with almost-fawning politeness. 
"Monsieur La Pierre has only just this minute returned to his house!" 

While one of the Africans trotted off to fetch the Headmaster, Major M'Bonu 
made the appropriate apologies for their tardiness. In contrast to the 
spiffily-attired Africans, whom they learned were fellow teachers at the 
school, Doug, in a khaki bush suit, and Penny in a flimsy cotton short and 
halter ensemble, felt a little uncomfortable and out of place. 

In a few minutes they were joined by Headmaster La Pierre. He was a wiry old 
Frenchman, somewhere in his late-sixties, who'd stayed on after 
independance. He was short and thin, with a bushy white moustache that hid a 
liver-spotted upper lip. "How do you do," he said in English. Then, in 
French, "Welcome to Senegal." 

In keeping with the international spirit of the greeting, Doug accepted the 
old man's extended right hand and gave it a vigorous shake. "We're happy to 
be here," he responded in respectable Mgoro. 

"Tres bien!" the old man sparkled delightedly. "I'm sure you will get along 
very well here, if you don't talk too much politics!" 

Another prophecy fulfilled, thought Penny. 

The old man turned then, pointing toward a tidy row of concrete bungalows 
with corrugated iron roofs and real windows. "The second one from the right 
will be yours," he said. 

"How nice!" Penny brightened with a pretty flash of dimples. Somehow she'd 
half-expected something out of Better Muds and Waddles, like those they'd 
passed on the road. 

Then, as the wiry little Headmaster led them to the crowd that had gathered 
around a group of picnic tables in the center of the compound, they heard 
the plaintive far-off thumping of a native drum, as if to remind them that 
they were really in Africa. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

The first two weeks were the hardest. But then, that was to be expected. It 
took the first three days just to learn their way around the compound and 
physically adjust to the differences in time and temperature. Hivernage--the 
rainy season--was officially over, but there were weepy days nonetheless; 
and those, too, demanded a certain degree of adjustment. And yet, despite 
the difficulties of geography, and of learning a new job, the major problem 
of adjustment, from Penny's point of view was simply getting used to the 
houseboy, Ojike's, omnipresent erections. And what erections they were! It 
had become apparent almost immediately that the Mgoro were a physically 
well-endowed lot the women with their enormous naked breasts, and large 
perpetually uncovered pubic bushes, the men with their big black hose-like 
cocks dangling half-way to their knees. But Ojike ... Ojike was something 
else! 

He wasn't altogether that young thirty or thirty-five at least, Penny 
reckoned but he was hung like a circus pony, and it was a rare moment indeed 
when his foot-long appendage wasn't standing in rippling salute to Penny's 
presence. Sometimes it amused her, in a naughty voyeuristic sort of way; but 
mostly it shocked and embarrassed her. At one point she'd even pushed Doug 
into explaining to the native chief, King Henri M'Jira, that having a 
houseboy was against Peace Corps policy. But, the chief explained, it was 
against Mgoro policy not to supply the appropriate hospitable amenities to 
resident foreign VIP's. Case dismissed. 

Still, Penny managed to find some respite from Ojike's constant "compliment" 
by burying herself in her work. While Doug busied himself with his carpentry 
classes, Penny taught homemaking and childcare and, in the evenings, classes 
in French and English grammar. There was time off, of course, but not much. 
And it was with a considerable amount of persistence that Doug had finally 
persuaded La Pierre to let him accompany a few of his students to a 
particularly fine stand of native mahogany a few miles from the village. It 
was there that he discovered a tiny mountain waterfall that poured its 
spring-fed waters into a jewel-like jungle pool. He vowed, then and there, 
that he would bring Penny to see it at the first opportunity La Pierre or no 
La Pierre! 

On the moonlit evening of the day that marked the anniversary of their 
second week in Africa and coincidentally their seventh month of marriage-he 
did just that.. 

 * * * 

Walking hand in hand, Doug led Penny slowly along the forest path toward the 
waterfall. A light breeze cooled Penny's forehead and she could smell the 
sweet perfume of night flowers blooming in the moonlight. The sky was a deep 
dark expanse littered with winking stars except where masses of swiftly 
moving clouds obscured them. In spite of the spirit of adventure her excited 
young husband had infected her with, the stormy coolness of the night and 
the lingering effects of the Norths warnings heightened her senses and made 
her clasp Doug's strong callused hand more firmly for protection. 

But then, there was still another reason for their little clandestine outing 
sex. Her and Doug's love life since arriving in Africa had been practically 
nonexistent. And that, along with the constant nudity of the Mgoro, had left 
the young American couple in a state of prodigious agitation the past few 
days. In fact, that very morning, Penny had been literally unable to keep 
her eyes off Ojike's thick black cock. And the wizened African, with 
intuitive delight, had played the situation to its fullest ... deliberately 
flexing his inky penis at every opportunity letting it pulse and quiver like 
the heavily muscled arm of a pygmy with a balled fist on the end of it, as 
it jutted out from his kinky-haired loins at an outrageous forty-five-degree 
angle. 

In fact, to be perfectly honest, the fires of passion were still smoldering 
inside her from the constant sight of the houseboy's swollen prick, and she 
could feel the warm moisture between her thighs where it flowed from her 
excited vaginal lips. Just walking and the rubbing together of them between 
her legs was re-igniting the embers of desire and sending sharp tingling 
waves of unwanted pleasure spreading out in all directions from her 
clitoris. Even the light shiftings of her cotton halter-top as she walked 
were sparking her already painfully hard nipples to greater heights of 
sensation. 

"Can we stop for a minute, Doug?" she asked, squeezing his hand to emphasize 
her request. She was positive that only a short respite from the sensations 
caused by movement would allow her body to cool and quiet itself. 

"Can you hang on a sec, honey? It's just another couple of yards or so up 
the trail." 

Penny clenched her thighs together automatically as the memory of Ojike's 
black cock flickered momentarily through her mind, causing her shame. 

"Yeah, sure, Doug," she managed, but the pressure placed on her clitoris by 
the tightly squeezed lips of her pussy only stimulated her more. 

A few minutes later, they were standing next to the jewel-like pool, staring 
up at the loveliest moonlit waterfall the young bride had ever seen. 

"See, Penny?" Doug smiled proudly. "What'd I tell ya?" 

Penny was overwhelmed. "Oh, Doug darling, it's beautiful!" 

Doug stepped forward then and took Penny in his strong arms. "Like you, 
baby," he whispered. 

Penny could not object when Doug, with deliberate calmness, reached beneath 
her halter-top to fondle her soft breasts. She really wanted him to, God, 
did she ever she wanted to be naked and have her nude body kissed and 
caressed until the unwanted fires burning within were mercifully quelled. 

Her halter was off now, and Doug was working frantically at the zipper on 
the side of her skin-tight shorts. When the stubborn mechanism finally came 
free, he slowly pulled the zipper tab down the outside of her full rounded 
hips and reached up with both hands to hook his fingers inside the waistband 
of the garment. He drew the shorts and her panties down to her knees, 
revealing the lush white flesh of her hips in the pool-reflected moonlight, 
the delicate tracery of blue veins that marked her flat belly and inner 
thighs appearing like faint and exciting charts of promise. 

The large, table-like rock they stood on was still warm from the day's sun 
as Doug dropped quickly to his knees before his half-naked young wife. And 
Penny could do nothing but stand there and lift first one foot and then the 
other as he stripped her shorts and panties from her and tossed them in the 
general direction of her fallen halter-top. 

Doug stared at Penny's magnificently formed, youthful breasts, then down at 
the soft warm flesh of her quivering, lovely thighs and dark-haired pubic 
wedge. 

Then, with lingering slowness, he moved forward and placed his thumbs on the 
lips of her vagina, slowly spreading them open and allowing the cool forest 
air to play on the moist sensitive flesh that was revealed. He peered 
greedily at the delicious, glistening coral fissure he had laid open to his 
sight. Two tiny sparkling droplets of moisture rested on the fragile, pink 
tongue-like petals that peeked out at him, while the erect pea-shaped 
clitoris pulsed before his eyes. 

"Oh, Doug ... darling," she moaned, her fingers finding and digging into the 
muscular flesh of his shoulders. "D-Do you think we should? ... here, I 
mean? ... what if someone comes along? ... An animal? ... the Djambulu ... ? 

In reply, she felt the hot wisps of his breath graze her raw, secret flesh 
and she murmured unintelligibly as suddenly she felt his long red tongue 
flick out and lick wetly up through her parted vulva, his moisture mingling 
with her own ... My God, she thought to herself, this is purest heaven! 

Then, Doug fastened his lips around her throbbing clitoris, licking and 
sucking, and she began to involuntarily wiggle and squirm her hips in half 
circles, all the while pushing her groin against his face. The entire length 
of her vaginal aperture was flowering open to him and there was a perfumed 
musk of female sexual juices on his tongue. She gave off the tangy, exciting 
aroma of young womanhood and the satin skins of her thighs clasping his face 
in a gentle embrace was like sweet-smelling velours. He felt her hands move 
up to his head, pulling his mouth into the parted pubic hair with the 
strength of a tigress. Then he responded and moved forward on his knees a 
little more, pushing his weight against her and gently pulling her down onto 
the sun-warmed rock overlooking the pool and the waterfall. 

He stood then, quickly peeling off his own trousers and T-shirt and tossing 
them the way of Penny's shorts and halter. Hearing the rustling sound, the 
young wife opened her eyes and saw dimly that her husband was thoroughly 
naked, his muscular male body presented like a god's for appraisal. With a 
shudder of disbelief, she let her gaze fall to his trim loins and saw his 
thickly pulsing penis jutting out between his legs. It certainly wasn't as 
big as Ojike's, but it was an imposing instrument, nonetheless. 

"It ain't as big as those jungle bunnies," Doug laughed hoarsely, as if 
reading her own mind, "but it'll just have to do for now, won't it!" 

Penny lay frozen beneath the unexpected crudeness of his obscene words, And 
yet their very lewdness excited her so that she was at a loss to understand 
her own reactions to what was occurring. She could feel the increased 
moisture soaking her vagina and crossed her legs to press them closely 
together, trying to ease the burning sensation that was churning madly in 
the pit of her stomach. Doug's fervent licking and sucking of her liquid 
pink sex had turned her entire body into a tense bundle of raw nerve ends 
that she was powerless to control. She continued to stare as her handsome 
young husband's swollen cock grew even larger, distending until it became a 
bone-stiff pole that was an inflamed pink right up to the collar of skin 
under the head. The head itself appeared purplish even in the moonlight, and 
larger in diameter than the long base, like a knuckleless fist at the end of 
an upraised arm. 

Then, quickly, he reached with both hands to seize her naked breasts and 
squeeze them together like huge straining grapefruits. She could feel small 
pricks of delicious feeling racing through the tips of them as he rolled her 
stiffening beige nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. She could feel 
the heat of his breath rushing into the hollow of her ear as he turned his 
head toward her to lock his mouth firmly on hers. The pressure of Doug's 
strong grip was altogether too much for Penny to even pretend to resist in 
her present state of mind. Nothing mattered but the glorious, deliciously 
sensual feelings that the nearly continuous sight of the houseboy's erect 
penis had triggered within her. 

Doug's hands wandered from her bulging white breasts then, to fondle her 
hips and trace the lovely full convexities of her flanks and the sides of 
her slightly flattened bare buttocks. She felt the gouging hardness of his 
huge cock against her thigh as he leaned over her, his hands busy with their 
manipulations of her lower torso and his hot mouth now clamped over one 
breast, sucking and pulling at it frequently pausing to nip and nibble with 
his teeth at the erect nipple. 

"Oh, God ... I want you, Doug!" she murmured in response to his fervent 
sucklings. 

The candor of Penny's confession did not seem to surprise the young husband, 
and he wasted no time as he lifted himself from her, grasping her shoulders 
to move her into a better position, lengthwise, on the table-like rock. 
Then, using her globular white breasts for leverage, he pulled himself on 
top of her, his heavier weight along the length of her body squashing the 
soft flesh on her satiny buttocks against the sun-warmed granite. 

He came to rest directly between her tender pulsating thighs, forcing them 
wider with his own thighs as he pulled her tightly against him and dropped 
one hand down between them to take the long hard throbbing cock in his 
fingers and guide it forward, using the thick rubbery glans to part the wet, 
fleshy lips of her luscious pussy. She flung her head wildly, closing her 
eyes and groaning as she felt its hot startling contact against the waiting 
ragged edges of her glistening pussy. She held her breath for what seemed an 
eternity, lying there in utter wantonness beneath him, not even daring to 
breathe or move. 

"Gotcha now, don't I, baby!" he teased breathlessly. "You're really between 
a rock and a hard place!" 

"Oh, God, darling," she protested, "don't tease me ... screw me!" 

Doug fell forward then, his weight smashing her full rounded tits tightly 
back against her heaving lungs as he thrust his hips forward and rammed into 
her soft hot belly, the long, thick prick gliding into her cunt like a 
driving telephone pole and pushing the delicate moist flesh of her cuntal 
walls before it in rippling swells. There was no stopping him and he rammed 
on, deeper and deeper, until with a loud groan, his inflated balls smacked 
loudly into the widespread crevice of her naked buttocks. It was too much 
she was too filled, and his heavily veined prick felt as though it were 
tearing the little vagina that had been neglected for the past two weeks 
into a thousand tiny shreds. 

"How's that, Penny" he spat crudely, feeling the whole of her insides 
opening to receive him in her liquid depths. She was whimpering and pleading 
desperately now as he began to fuck ruthlessly into her, gritting his teeth 
with uncharacteristic lust and luxuriating in his awareness that she was 
compulsively following him, beginning to hump in spasmodic jerks beneath 
him. She groaned as if in anguish, shocking herself as she responded to his 
unexpected cruelty, throwing up her arms to wrap them tightly around his 
neck, pulling his solid hairy chest into the soft whiteness of her beautiful 
white breasts. He plunged his long cock in and out, filling and emptying 
her, sinking his long slippery prick back and forth between her vaginal lips 
and on up to her cervix, until there was not a single tiny ridge of flesh on 
it that she could not feel pressing along her sensitive pussy flesh. Her 
mouth moved silently, opening and closing in response to each stroke of his 
cock, her shining brown hair fanning out on the rock ledge like shimmering 
velvet, casting subtle highlights of auburn and gold and rust in the 
reflection of the pool as her head rose and fell with her movements. There 
was nothing that could stop her insane race for fulfillment and Doug fucked 
like a savage to end it for both of them. 

"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me ... hard, hard!" she begged, her whole being 
centered on the delicious pleasure that had replaced the first pain of his 
impalement of her. 

Doug slithered his strong, sinewy hands under the wildly pumping cheeks of 
her writhing ass and cupped them firmly, raising them up off the rock to 
gain better access to her open and pleading loins. Then, pressing further 
forward, he forced her lovely long satiny legs up off the rock in an arc far 
back over her head until her pink-lacquered toes touched the granite on 
either side of her shoulders. Her tortured body was thus bent double 
jackknifed the stress on her strained muscles nearly causing her to cry out 
for mercy. 

The glistening, wet plane of her sex was presented up to him as he increased 
the rapidity of his thrusts, the penetrations causing her pussy to secrete 
heavily and expand before his primitive assault. He fucked deeply into her, 
raising up on his toes for leverage, and crammed the last fraction of an 
inch into her yielding velvet flesh. Her nostrils flared open and her eyes, 
now glassy and unseeing, were rolled back and fixed hypnotically on the 
tumbling silver spray of the waterfall without really seeing it. Doug placed 
his hands on either side of her and lifted himself so that he could watch 
her face, her beautiful surrender. 

Penny's slender arms were tightly entwined around Doug's neck, her long, 
tapered nails clawing frantically at him to pull him into her. Then, 
suddenly, she reached down and gripped his buttocks with demoniacal 
strength, helping him fuck between her naked thighs with even greater force. 

Juicy smacking sounds filled the nearby jungle with each brutal fuck-stroke 
he made into her, blending in tempo with the sounds of their breathing and 
the tumbling cascade of the moon-silvered falls. Their bodies were drenched 
with be sweat of their exertions as Doug labored over his young wife, 
changing his quick frantic thrusts to longer, smoother strokes that brought 
his throbbing cock almost all the way out of her desperately clutching 
vagina on the back-stroke and then ramming forward into her, until she could 
feel the blood-swollen head of his young cock colliding hard against her 
cervix deep inside. 

Penny's pretty mouth was wide open in ecstatic abandonment and occasionally 
she groaned louder, arching her neck forward to work her lips over the outer 
curve of his tanned, flexing shoulder and then down to his bicep and 
underneath, into the armpit, her tongue dancing to some wild ancient mating 
song. And all the while, her hands were growing more and more impatient, her 
fingers making a fantastically evocative march over his back and down to 
Doug's straining, thrusting buttocks to help and encourage him as he drove 
harder and harder between her creamy wide-spread legs. 

Doug heard her sharp gasp of pleasure as his own hands roamed on the soft 
yielding crevice of her buttocks, and surging with the building tempo of his 
lust, he moved his hands higher to draw her legs up and around his neck, 
clasping her ankles together like some human necklace. He fucked into her 
mercilessly now, skewering her, and she was loving it, fucking back 
shamelessly, urging him on, calling for more ... more ... everything! 

"Darling, fuck me! Fill me!" she begged. 

"You're a little whore, aren't you?" he demanded cruelly, ramming harder for 
emphasis. "You love cock, don't you?" 

"Ooooohhhh, yessss! ... yesssss!" she gasped, out of her head with the 
humiliating truth of her confession. She was nearing her orgasm and swung 
her soft, tender thighs up and tightened them voluptuously around his neck, 
grinding her ass in uncontrolled frenzy up and down, from side to side, 
spiraling her sweet, hot young cunt along the full length of his huge cock 
to gain every atom of pleasure she possibly could. 

"Oh, ooohhh, Goooddd! I'm cumming, darling ... cummmmmmming nowww!" she 
suddenly squealed in a high-pitched voice as she locked her slim ankles in a 
death grip high up behind his laboring upper torso. At the same time, her 
arms snaked out to twine tightly around his neck, circling her own legs 
there, and she smashed her open wet mouth to his. Her body heaved then and 
she held to him desperately, not moving, but quivering and jerking around 
him in a pulsating rhythm that served to spew her orgasmic fluid out around 
his still hard driving, cock and down the wide-split crevice of her ass, 
soaking his hairy balls as they slapped solidly against her tiny puckered 
anus. 

The fire of sheer animal desire flared madly in Doug's balls, and he too was 
aware of nothing else in the world but the moment the exciting fact that his 
beautiful young wife was responding insanely beneath him, pitching her ass, 
and kicking with her heels against his shoulders as he dug more savagely 
into her, pinning her flat against the rock and restricting her movements in 
order to fuck, her as fast and hard as was humanly possible. 

He looked down at Penny's rapturous face. Her eyes were closed again and her 
tongue worked and slavered up into his mouth as small mewling sounds of 
velvety pleasure rumbled from, her throat. The cords in her neck and thighs 
stood out hard and tense as she squirmed under him, working toward another 
climax, aching to have her adventuresome young husband shoot his sperm into 
her flattened stomach. Just then, though, he decided to introduce his young 
wife to something he'd always lacked the nerve to try before. He grinned at 
the lusty thought, and slid his fingers down further over the tight skin of 
her buttocks, finding the tight elastic-rimmed anus cradled defensively 
below. It was soft and warm and he could feel it working hungrily with the 
movement of her ass as she ground up against his driving cock. His middle 
finger pushed into it with a quick, hard movement and he felt the tender 
rubbery flesh yielding before his attack. 

"Noooooo!" she groaned, louder this time from the combination of pain and 
humiliation, the plea tumbling from her lips in surprised protest. But he 
thrust harder, taking pleasure in hearing her noise of subjugation. 

"Oh, please, Doug ... stop it!" she shrieked, trying to twist away from this 
indecent outrage against her cringing ass-hole. 

Still, Doug worked his finger around inside, stretching the rubbery softness 
wider and wider as he ground into her. He slipped another finger in and felt 
the stubborn, tight resistance give way as it moved into the warm, rubbery 
depths. The deep guttural noises coming from her chest changed slowly into 
whimpers of pain for a moment and then began to be replaced by greater moans 
of pleasure as her anus became gradually accustomed to the strange, 
unnatural intrusion. 

A smile of pure victory broke across his contorted face as he felt her begin 
to slowly screw her obscenely-used rectum back on his fingers, and he probed 
them methodically and more boldly around in the warm, finger-stretched 
depths. She was hopelessly impaled between his throbbing hard cock in her 
cunt and his fingers shoved deep up her ass-hole. And now, whimpering and 
moaning beneath him, she increased her twisting and bucking movements under 
the double ravishment of her loins. 

He slid his other hand slowly up from the soft rounded globe of her ass to 
where his penis was sliding sleekly in and out of her pussy and could feel 
the wet, hair-lined folds clasping tightly around his rampaging cock. He 
could sense their softness pulling and giving with each long, hard, 
jack-hammer thrust he made. 

Penny tried to push back even harder against the thick fingers digging into 
her from the rear, wanting more, more, as the hot lubricating cuntal juices 
now began to flow in torrents to ease the depraved entry. He knew that she 
was his now, utterly and completely. 

The voluptuous young wife gasped incoherent phrases, her pride completely 
vanished as she lay impaled and naked under her husband's weight. She wanted 
him to cum, to match the glorious orgasm she was ready to have again, and 
yet he was holding back and fucking her with teasing, yet promising strokes, 
as though he were a spider toying with a helpless fly. 

Then, swiftly, Doug increased the tempo of his lunges until the spasming 
liquid muscles of Penny's pussy pulsed on and off like a lust-lit neon sign, 
sending searing electrical signals through her nerves and building her 
excitement to a crest that seemed truly dangerous. 

"Oh, I'm cumming, I'm cummmmming agaaain, AGAAAAAIN!" she cried shrilly as 
dazzling darts of light winked on and off in her head, causing her to blink 
as she grunted out her orgasm and wetted his hammering cock for the second 
time with her cum juices. He too could feel the hot load of his male sperm 
rising for an earth-shattering release, the huge head of his cock flexing 
and suddenly growing larger inside her ravaged cuntal passage. And then, at 
last, Doug grunted like a dumb beast and heaved forward, his hot liquid 
shooting deep up into her stretched and battered womb, mixing salaciously 
with the fluid of her own cumming. Her head whirled in utter sensuality as 
the burning, powerful squirts surged into her, filling her with its warm 
sticky whiteness. He felt her cunt jerk towards him several times, the lips 
working and sucking at his spurting cock as though, trying to milk him dry. 
Then, after a long moment of gasping sighs, Penny's perfectly sculpted young 
body was drained of everything, her limbs collapsing loosely on the 
sun-warmed stone as Doug's grip on her buttocks slowly relaxed and was 
finally released altogether. He rolled off her, breathing thickly in an 
effort to fill his lungs with air. Penny moaned at the loss of his thrilling 
cock and felt a cool draft of night breeze laying her spent, sweat-soaked 
body. 

It was then that they saw them three dark figures outlined against the trees 
on the far side of the pool next to the waterfall the short barrels of their 
submachine guns reflected in the moonlight. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

The Portuguese claim to a certain liberalism of spirit towards their 
enterprises in Africa hasn't always been an empty one. Some forty-odd years 
of Dr. Salazar's imperial rule in Portugal have offered the world a face of 
implacable and blind authoritarianism. Extreme economic discrimination not 
only against the African, but of the lower class Portuguese peasant at 
home-has perhaps always been an inevitable attribute of the narrowly-based 
social oligarchies which have ruled that province the Romans called 
Lusitania since time immemorial. And yet, most likely because of Portugal's 
own long colonial experience at the hands of invaders from Italy and, later, 
North Africa, there has always been a degree of respect for their subject 
peoples that has been the envy even of the French. Respect, however, does 
not necessarily put meat on the table. 

To the jungle-trained eyes of Sargento Agostinho Da Silva and his two 
companions, the young white couple writhing nakedly on the moonlit ledge 
across the pool resembled nothing so much as meat on the table. With the 
silent swiftness of a forest cat, the three Africans moved as one to prevent 
the possible escape of their quarry. Indeed, Doug and Penny had scarcely had 
time to grab their discarded clothing and hold it in front of their 
nakedness when the burly guerillas were circling them with their guns 
pointed directly at their heads. Then, the rebel leader's teeth flashed 
white in the moonlight as he snapped in French that was even poorer than 
Doug's, "En Haut--up!" 

Quickly, the young couple scrambled to their feet, Doug still holding his 
trousers up in front of him, Penny attempting to cover her frontal nudity 
with his T-shirt. "W-Who are you?" Doug stammered bravely in Mgoro. "What 
are you going to do with us?" 

A pleased smile flickered across Da Silva's midnight face. Mgoro was closely 
related to Djambulu virtually the same language but for minor differences in 
elocution. He wouldn't have to bother with the burdensome French or the 
only-slightly more facile Guinea Creole with its large infusion of 
Portuguese words. "You are under arrest as political prisoners," he 
explained in his native tongue. "I am Sargento Agostinho Da Silva of the 
Partido Africano da Independencia da Guine e Cabo Verde--the P.A.I.G.C." 

"But this is Senegal!" Doug protested. 

"We're Americans!" added Penny. 

Da Silva's smile dropped. "You, senhor, are a European pig!" he spat at 
Doug. "And you," he said, turning to Penny, "you are a naked white whore!" 

Doug felt his face purple with rage, but the sobering sight of the three 
fully automatic weapons that were trained on them kept him rational. "What 
are you going to do with us?" he repeated. 

The Guinean Sergeant's smile returned. "We will begin by taking turns 
fucking your sow wife," he responded. "Then, if you do not make such noise 
that will cause my friends to shoot you both, we will take you to the camp 
of the Djambulu to be held until such time as we can barter your imperialist 
asses for the release of our comrades-in-arms, being held by the 
neo-colonialist Senegalese Militia." 

Penny understood all of the message but the word fuck, which wasn't normally 
part of the vocabulary taught at the Peace Corps language center. Doug, 
through contact with the Mgoro boys in his all-male carpentry class, 
understood it perfectly. What he didn't understand was what three P.A.I.G.C. 
soldiers were doing at the pool. It was miles from Djambulu territory, and 
the party wasn't big enough to stage an effective raid, even if there had 
been something worth stealing nearby, which there wasn't. He reasoned even 
in his fear and anger, that there could only be one or two possible 
explanations for their discovery: either Da Silva and his men had become 
separated from a larger party and had themselves become lost which in all 
probability didn't seem at all-likely or, someone had tipped the Djambulu 
off that they were coming there that night. But, who? The only one who could 
possibly have overheard him talking to Penny about it was the houseboy, 
Ojike. 

Da Silva shouted an unintelligible command in Guinea Creole then, and the 
two guards grabbed Doug bodily by the arms and forced him back to a nearby 
palm tree. Before he'd scarcely had time to utter a meager cry of protest, 
they were forcing his arms behind his back and cinching them at the wrists 
with his own leather belt. Then, even as the two burly rebels bound him, he 
could see their leader, Da Silva, unfastening the buckle of his canteen 
belt. 

Oblivious to the presence of the two remaining soldiers and Penny's feebly 
protesting young husband, the muscular black sergeant dropped his soiled 
fatigues into a crumpled heap at his feet and stepped quickly out of them. 
He'd never in his life seen anything quite so beautiful as the cowering 
young white girl before him and she was all his! 

Penny jerked her hand to her mouth to keep from gasping aloud as his 
enormous black cock sprang into the open. It hung from his bushy loins like 
a heavy club, dangling between his huge balls then swelled fully erect, 
jerking upwards as if it were alive, until it stood out stiff and hard from 
his body. 

Penny could only think of the African savage that he truly was how this 
black man, standing before her naked, seemed to bridge the gap between the 
softness, of civilization and the raw, unbridled savagery of the jungle. 

His glistening black cock swelled even larger, until the huge bulbous head 
was twice its normal size. The terrified and speechless young American girl 
wondered if her fingers would even reach around the tremendous shaft. 

The huge African held his huge throbbing cock tightly with both hands--like 
a tribal lance thrust out before him, a tiny white drop of semen oozing from 
the gaping tip, gleaming like a round white pearl in the moonlight. 

He stood over the young American wife, his cock still clutched tightly in 
his two massive fists, then dropped to his knees over her one knee on either 
side of her trembling white body as he forced her back down on the rock with 
him. She looked like a helpless insect swallowed up under his awesome body. 
He kneeled motionless over her, his huge cock hanging beneath him, sagging 
under its awesome weight. 

Penny looked at him, puzzled. Then, despite her initial horror, a gleam of 
understanding sparkled in her sea-blue eyes. She smiled an unmistakable 
reply to the African sergeant's unspoken request. What choice did she really 
have but to go along with their lewd demands? she reasoned. If she didn't, 
they might hurt Doug! ... and really, was it her fault the black man's 
wicked penis so closely resembled Ojike's? She reached for his cock, her 
slender fingers not quite meeting around the fleshy ebony shaft. 

"Suck it, pig!" the sergeant commanded lewdly. 

She rose to her knees, still tightly clutching his enormous prick in her 
trembling hands, and pulled his loins toward her. What else could she do? 
And besides, hadn't she done it once or twice before with Doug and found it 
terribly exciting in a masochistic sort of way? And it did look so 
deliciously obscene the way it bobbed and pulsed before her fear-and-lust 
glazed eyes. 

"Oh, God, Penny!" Doug stammered, straining against the tethering bond of 
his own belt. "Don't do it! ... Don't do it!" 

Penny opened her wet lips as far as they would stretch, and slipped the 
bulky black shaft into the warm shelter of her mouth, hollowing her pale 
cheeks to get the long, fleshy member in but still only half its tremendous 
length would fit between her hungry lips, stretched tautly around the 
glistening shaft as it slithered inside, grinding against the back of her 
throat. It gagged her at first, but she gulped down a choking cough and 
relaxed her throat muscles as best she could. 

Da Silva looked down at the unbelievable spectacle unfolding at his feet, as 
the naked deliciously ripe young girl struggled to get his huge African cock 
into her eager, hungry lips. He watched in amazement as her shimmering 
nut-brown hair trailed down over her naked white shoulders, tossing loosely 
from side to side as her head rocked forward and back, each time his long 
ebony stick disappeared wetly between her ovaled lips. He couldn't believe 
it as nearly every inch of its shiny length slithered into her pretty 
freckled face. No other girl had come so close to taking all of him this way 
before-but this trembling young white girl was somehow finding a way. 

Penny fought back the urge to swallow, letting the thick fleshy shaft slide 
easily down her tender throat passage as she relaxed the muscles. She knew 
it would choke her if she tensed but still she rocked forward again, as his 
muscular, black hips rocked in perfect rhythm with her, the huge cock deep 
in her throat. 

Doug, in horrified silence now, strained forward in his bonds seeing but not 
believing as the thick, wet shaft slipped between his wife's glistening lips 
again and again. He felt like he was going to vomit at the nauseating sight. 

Penny could feel the African's penis grow even harder as he rubbed it 
against her lips, the pungent sweaty smell of his kinky-haired loins burning 
her nostrils. 

"You like that, pig?" Da Silva sneered, baring his teeth like an animal. "Do 
you know good meat when you taste it?" 

Penny felt her face turn crimson as the three Africans laughed at her 
humiliating debasement. Never in her life had she felt so helpless, 
completely at the mercy of the three savage men. She knew that what ever 
they wished her to do, she was powerless to resist. Suddenly she knew how it 
felt to be completely and hopelessly lost ... and horribly excited. 

"Suck it, you bitch! Suck it good! I want you to know what a good African 
cock tastes like!" He shoved his loins against her face again, his half 
hardened prick already filling her mouth as it quivered and throbbed, 
growing still harder by the second. 

His grip on her head tightened painfully, and she knew the only way out was 
to submit to his degrading orders. And, like a defeated enemy's woman, she 
was unquestionably his slave-to do with as be pleased. She began to slowly 
move her head back and forth, trying vainly not to touch the wet penis with 
her tongue. As it moved in and out, it grew even harder and thicker still, 
stretching her taut lips like rubber bands around its enormous 
circumference. 

And suddenly, Da Silva was mouthing another harsh command in Guinea Creole. 

Immediately, the burlier of the two remaining Africans stripped out of his 
own clothing and approached the feverishly sucking white girl. Unlike Da 
Silva, who had raped already a score of Portuguese women on his countless 
raids on isolated farmhouses, he had never had a European woman before, and 
he was very much excited at the prospect. Quickly now, for in his excited 
state he could wait no longer, he fell upon her. 

The helplessly trapped Penny's whole body tensed as the second African's 
long black prick found the narrow slit of her vagina, and poked between the 
soft fleshy lips toward the shelter of her warm pussy, as though it had a 
mind of its own. 

Then she felt Da Silva's strong arms lift her off the rock, leaving her 
suspended for a moment between the two men, as the second man prepared to 
enter her young body. The tears burned her eyes as she gasped desperately 
for breath, the leader's enormous cock swelled now to full size in the 
narrow confines of her mouth. 

A choking scream lodged in her blocked throat as the other man's cock found 
its way between the pink flanges of her pussy, as, with a savage thrust, he 
buried his long gleaming black prick in her soft, moist passage, shoving it 
fully to the hilt in the depths of her defenseless belly. She would never be 
able to live down the shame of this moment as the two black savages 
satisfied their jungle lust at both ends of her quivering young body before 
her beloved Doug's startled eyes. She squirmed desperately to escape the 
frantic, deep plunges boring painfully into her unlubricated passage, 
painfully pushing aside the soft, pink walls in deep, grinding thrusts that 
seemed to go all the way through her body. 

The second nameless man's loins snapped lewdly forward, then viciously back 
again, as he pistoned wildly far into her belly. The constricting walls held 
his black cock tightly as he shoved the throbbing tip deep in her soft cunt, 
not releasing him for an instant as he pulled the ebony shaft almost 
completely out, then buried it hard inside her again. 

He screwed her like a madman, moaning and yelling loudly in Djambulu as he 
held her firm white buttocks pulled tightly back against his driving loins, 
her knees still off the rock helplessly impaled like a butterfly on a pin. 
She could feel him pounding away deep inside her ravaged body, his long hard 
prick buried in the depths of her belly. She could tell he must have been 
well-built, for his painful lunges seemed to be deeper inside than she could 
imagine was physically possible. 

Slowly, rhythmically, the agonizing deep thrusts began to take effect to 
rekindle the smoldering coals of passion that lingered deep inside her young 
body from her two previous climaxes with her young husband like a slumbering 
beast waiting for its chance to wrest control of her thrashing body. 

The excited newness apparently worn off, the bucking black slowed his 
frenzied pace to a steadied excruciating rhythm long; wet slithering plunges 
deep between the soft moist walls of her tight vibrant pussy. With every 
fiber of strength remaining in her plundered body, Penny fought vainly the 
steadily growing flames of undiluted ecstasy that burned hungrily inside 
her. 

No ... no, I can't give in! she panicked. Not like this ... not in front of 
Doug! 

But it was hopeless, and she knew it. Slowly, uncontrollably, her firm 
rounded buttocks began to grind rhythmically in time with his deep, wet 
thrusts. 

Slowly at first, then faster as her whole body began to respond to his 
hardened cock buried deep in her belly. 

The sight of the naked white girl responding to his savage thrusts was as 
exciting to the second African as it was sickening to her helplessly bound 
husband. Again, he plowed into her with the fury of a wild animal, bucking 
viciously as he shoved every inch of his long, black cock far up inside her 
tender, warm tunnel, his sweaty loins smacking lewdly through the air as 
they slapped against her upturned ass, his strong hands gripping her hips 
like two handles as he buried himself in her again and again. Harder and 
harder with every delicious lunge ... harder and harder . ... 

"AAAaaauuurrrggghhh ... I'm cumming.! I'm cumming!" he shouted in Djambulu, 
his eyes tightly clenched, his head thrown back like a frenzied stallion. 
AAAaaauuurrrggghhh!! ! " 

His black balls exploded in her hungry passage, spurting their fiery hot 
load far up into her ravaged belly ... the stored fruits of a thousand 
hungry desires ... of a thousand nights of wanting, and not having . ... 

"No, no ... not yet.. not yet!" screamed Penny, suddenly forgetting her 
husband's presence. She was just a few precious, agonizing thrusts of his 
long cock away from satisfaction. "Please don't stop I'm almost there ... 
I'm almost there ... " 

His rubbery penis slipped uselessly from her eager, grasping hole and he let 
her fall on the rock, crushing her soft, full breasts beneath her trembling, 
quaking body. 

"I was so close ... so close," she moaned, her voice trailing off in a 
broken whisper. 

"All right, pig! You've had the appetizer, now it is time for the main 
course!" Two incredibly strong arms reached down and grabbed her around the 
waist, and lifted her into the air like a limp rag doll. She heard the 
second man howling with laughter, sprawled now on his back on the rock. 

"What are you doing?" she protested, wondering what the huge standing black 
man had in mind for her. "Tell me, please ... please, what's going on?" 

Da Silva squeezed her tight against his naked chest, smashing her soft 
tender breasts against the muscular hardness of his flesh. "Wrap your legs 
around my waist!" he ordered. Wow!" 

Penny knew better than to resist, so she meekly followed his instructions, 
her long legs locked at the ankles around his muscular waist. Her damp 
crotch now rubbed freely against his rock-hard belly, and she could feel 
those familiar tingles of excitement coursing through her body again. But 
still she didn't know what he was doing only that her soft yielding body was 
tightly crushed against his steel hardness. 

"Hold on tight, sow-bitch!" he yelled as his hands slipped under her 
buttocks. She grabbed him around the neck to keep from falling to the ledge 
below, as he maneuvered his frightening penis into place like a miniature 
cannon being trained on a passing enemy. 

"Oh, God!" she screamed suddenly. "Y-You're killing me!" 

In response, the huge African sergeant rammed her down onto his enormous 
cock, skewering her like a piece of soft, wet liver as he slid her down his 
tremendous, lust-hardened pole. He held her securely with his strong black 
hands, and jogged her up and down on his thick shaft, ramming his huge cock 
all the way to the hilt in her belly as he slammed her crotch against his 
loins with every downward drive. She tried desperately to escape, pushing 
with all her frail strength against his broad shoulders, struggling to find 
something to kick against anything to get away from the excruciating pain. 

Da Silva's cock felt as big as a fencepost as it rammed into her bruised 
passage, filling every inch of her tender fleshy tunnel as he shoved her 
down onto the huge shaft as far as she could go, painfully stretching the 
taut, vaginal walls as the big fleshy spear bored its way deeper and deeper 
into her soft, quivering belly. 

"Please ... please stop ... you're splitting me open! Please ... please!" 
she begged, but it was no use. He threw his brawny arms around her and 
pulled her hard against his bare chest, his thick lips nipping eagerly at 
her neck. 

He let her fall back from his body, and lowered his lips to her luscious, 
firm breasts, and locked his mouth on the delicious softness of her twin, 
taut mounds. His tongue rolled her tender, pink nipples between his teeth, 
and he could feel the tiny bud harden and begin to throb as he chewed 
hungrily on her firm breast, pumping her naked writhing body up and down on 
his hard, impaling shaft again and again. 

Doug watched in horror as the Sargento skewered her over and over on his 
tremendous prick, lubricated by his own bride's sweet juices as they 
trickled obscenely down the African's enormous black penis. 

And then, the agonizing shivers of ecstasy began to, return to Penny's 
helplessly impaled body, even stronger this time, as her eager, young pussy 
stretched to accommodate the huge black stallion of a man. It felt as if his 
cock somehow magically swelled inside her, and filled every crevice, every 
hollow of her body like no man had ever done before. She held on tightly to 
his powerful shoulders, and ground her crotch wetly against his brawny 
loins, slamming her bruised buttocks against him as she slithered easily 
down his fully impaling pole. 

"Oh ... Oh! ... OH! OH! I'm cumming! I'm cumming! OOOOOHHHHH!! ! " she 
groaned out suddenly and then with an explosion of colors flashing before 
her eyes, she emptied her orgiastic juices onto his thick, shaft, and they 
flowed in a dozen rivulets down the glistening length of his cock, and down 
into the crevice of his ass, trickling down his sinewy legs. 

Da Silva's own climax was just seconds behind hers, and his huge cock 
spurted like a raging water cannon into the warm, wet confines of her belly, 
his semen mingling with that of the other black, and oozing slowly down the 
sides of his gleaming penis. "Obrigado!" he stammered happily in Portuguese. 
"Thanks for a nice ride, pig ... the King will be pleased with you!" 

He dressed hurriedly and ordered Doug and Penny to do the same. The. third 
man more-likely a tall boy raised his voice to object, but Da Silva silenced 
him with a wave of his hand. "You can have the next one," he promised, "we 
have to hurry now if we are to get back to camp before daylight." 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

like most Senegalese tribal villages, the Djambulu encampment consisted of 
two rows of windowless rectangular huts with a big clearing in the middle. 
But some features were strictly part of the Djambulu tradition. For one 
thing, the village was laid out on an east-west axis, which divided it like 
Chicago into a north and a south side ... The huts themselves were unusually 
large and ornate, with walls of palm stems and leaves woven together in 
time-honored geometric designs and gabled roofs thatched with palm fronds. 
Each hut had two doorways with very high thresholds, one in front and one at 
the side, with a cylindrical silo in the back for storing grain. 

The Djambulu people were as beautifully built as their houses, and bore the 
same geometric designs carved into their flesh. The women, especially, were 
adorned with profusions of ornamental scars on their foreheads, cheeks and 
breasts. Their only clothing and that seemingly reserved for the higher born 
caste of women was a length of brightly colored raffia cloth that they wore 
tightly bound around their slender bodies from waist to knee. 

The black complexions of both Djambulu men and women had a peculiar ruddy 
cast, because their bodies were covered with red ochre the Max Factor of 
tropical Africa. It was these curious ruddy faces, and those of several 
wide-eyed children that Doug and Penny Glasser awakened to find staring into 
their small, well-guarded hut through the opening of both doors. The two 
P.A.I.G.C. soldiers stationed outside of either entrance, attested to the 
value of the catch, and had first alerted the curiosity of the ringing 
crowd. Then, forcing its way through the crush of human flesh at the front 
door, the young couple recognized the face of their captor, Da Silva. 

"Good morning," the big sergeant beamed, "I brought you some breakfast." He 
turned and made a waving motion with his hand. "This is Danielle," he 
explained, as a tiny black girl bearing a large bowl of fruit pushed her way 
into the hut behind him. "She is Mgoro, a captive like yourselves and King 
Jabavu's youngest wife." 

The young girl, as black as midnight and of extraordinary grace and beauty, 
bent low to place the basket of fruit at Doug and Penny's feet. "Enchante," 
she smiled shyly. 

"She speaks French," Da Silva continued needlessly. "She's been to Paris, 
too ... she will assist you during your stay here." 

Penny nodded politely and managed a small smile of her own. It was obvious 
that the shy young girl was well-mannered, and most likely educated as well. 
"Enchante, Danielle," she returned. 

Da Silva fumbled in the pocket of his fatigues for a cigarette, then 
extended the pack to Doug as if he hadn't even raped the man's wife the 
night before. "I have good news for you," he informed him. "I have talked to 
the King about you and we have decided to let you deliver our demands to 
Major M'Bonu yourself." 

Doug looked confused. "Major M'Bonu? ... You know him?" 

Da Silva's smile broadened. "He is the one who drove you to Mgoro with four 
soldiers, no?" A sly wink. "We know much, my friend. You even stopped for 
beer at the Jungle Bar in Liberta, did you not?" Doug nodded dumbly. "What 
do I say." 

"Good! You are very intelligent for a white man." 

"What do you want me to say!" 

"You will tell the truth. You will say that we are holding your wife. that 
she has been raped and that you fear for her continued existence." He 
reached back into the pocket of his fatigues and produced a folded sheet of 
paper. "Tell the imperialist Major that we will exchange the life of your 
wife for the lives of the men whose names appear on this list." 

Doug unfolded the paper. "B-but," he stammered incredulously, "there are at 
least thirty names on this list!" 

"You'll have to be very convincing, won't you!" 

"W-what are you going to do with Penny." 

"She will be well taken care of," the sergeant winked. Then, straightening, 
"Come, Danielle, we will let them eat now." 

Doug heaved a heavy sigh as Da Silva and the young African girl pushed their 
way back through the crowd, leaving him and Penny to themselves. "Penny . . 
, Penny, I'm sorry," he managed. 

The young wife smiled bravely. It's okay, Doug I'm alright, really." 
Somehow, she didn't sound very convincing--not even to herself. 

As her memories came into perspective, she was rocked with the horror of 
what had happened of what she had allowed to happen, without real resistance 
or much effort to preserve her natural dignity. She had allowed herself to 
be fucked silly--and by two black strangers! She had actually begged to be 
fucked ... to have them squirt their hot seed into her white body! 

It was disgusting, but even now, in retrospect, the memory stimulated her 
and she could not hold down the wave of excitement that passed over her. 

"M-Maybe I should tell them to go to hell," the young husband offered. 

"Oh, Doug ... don't. They'll kill you! They'll kill us both!" 

"But I can't leave you." 

"I'll be all right, Doug ... I-If they hurt me they won't have anything to 
bargain with." She turned her head away in uncertainty, deliberately 
avoiding eye-to-eye contact. 

Doug swallowed tightly. "I-I guess we'd better eat," he said, reaching for 
the basket of fruit. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

By the time Doug was allowed to leave, a silent two hours later, the sky 
outside the hut had taken on the smoky hue of impending tropical rain. Alone 
and frightened as she'd never been before in her entire life, Penny Glasser 
was almost relieved when she was joined sometime later by the gentle, French 
speaking Mgoro girl, Danielle. 

"Hello," the pretty black face chirped lightly through the open doorway. "I 
have been sent to keep you company." She stepped quickly inside, her tightly 
wrapped raffia skirt clinging wetly to her graceful ebony body where it had 
been touched by the rain. "Are you all right, madame?" 

"As well as can be expected under, the circumstances," Penny responded 
philosophically. She was ashamed of her conduct the night before, and 
worried somehow that the attractive Paris-educated girl before her might 
know. about what had happened. Her concern was legitimate. 

"Sergeant Da Silva told me about last night," Danielle dimpled in 
embarrassment. "He said you were very good and would please my husband, King 
Jabavu." 

A cold shudder passed through Penny as she heard the King's name for the 
second time. Were they planning to make a slave of her? she worried. A 
concubine? She stared past the slender Mgoro girl who was herself a 
captive-to the two burly guards flanking the front entrance. The crowd had 
vanished with the rain, but she felt no less an animal in a cage for it. 

"You should not be so frightened, madame," Danielle consoled in her perfect 
Parisian French. "The Djambulu are fierce and masterful lovers, it is true. 
But, to do permanent physical injury to a mere woman is considered an 
affront to their dignity as warriors and men." 

It was small consolation to the frightened brown-haired American girl. There 
were any number of things that could be done to a woman short of permanent 
physical damage. "Danielle, I ... I mean ... Oh, dear God!" 

"Shhh!" the black girl soothed, squatting down on her haunches and reaching 
towards her. "Do not cry, madame ... I have brought you something that will 
make it easier for you!" Quickly, sneaking a surreptitious glance over her 
naked shoulder at the guards, she pressed a small object into Penny's palm. 

The young American wife stared down at her open hand. There was a small 
half-inch cube in it wrapped in a loose square of palm leaf. "W-what is it?" 
she queried. 

"It's a piece of pitchi bark a mild aphrodisiac." 

Hesitantly, Penny unfolded the leaf. Inside lay a tiny piece of crumbling 
grayish-brown material that was similar to raw cork. 

"W-what am I supposed to do with it?" 

"You chew it very slowly, letting the pieces dissolve on your tongue ... It 
will seem a little bitter at first, but you will get used to it ... the 
Djambulu mix it with their poma native beer." She paused to catch her breath 
as she watched the young American girl finger the material in her hand in 
indecision. Then, continuing with her pitch, "They are very sexy people ... 
all they ever think about is fucking!" 

"I knew some people like that at Montana State," Penny confessed 
sardonically. 

"Go ahead and try it," Danielle insisted excitedly. "It will help!" 

Penny hesitated another moment longer as she reflected over the changes that 
had occurred over the past few weeks of her life ... even the changes that 
had occurred since she and Doug had come to Africa. The city of Dakar, and 
its Langouste at the Chez Marie-Louise, seemed light-years away from where 
she now sat captive in a jungle hut. 

She popped the pitchi bark into her mouth. 

"Now remember," Danielle cautioned, "chew it slowly!" She got hurriedly to 
her feet and started for the door. "I will be back in one minute," she 
advised. 

Penny's face pinched horribly at the pungent and bitter taste of the 
tropical aphrodisiac. In a fit of hopeless irony, she decided that the way 
it must work is that, given the choice between the two, any self-respecting 
Djambulu girl would rather fuck than chew pitchi bark. Still, she chewed, 
and let the stuff dissolve slowly on her tongue as Danielle had instructed. 

In a few minutes, her tongue began to tingle almost imperceptibly beneath 
the place where the stuff lay, then slowly the sensation began to spread to 
her entire lingual surface. 

"Hello," Danielle's charming face rejoined from the doorway, "it's me again, 
madam." She entered the hut carrying a bowl of soapy water and-some rags. "I 
must prepare you for the King now." 

 * * * 

An hour later, when the sun had passed its apex and was lowering, Danielle 
explained to Penny that she must go at once to the King's quarters, and that 
she must hurry, for her husband never tolerated anything that even hinted of 
disobedience or disrespect towards himself. Indeed, his power among the 
Djambulu extended to life itself. 

Moments later, the young American girl was standing in front of the largest 
and most elaborate hut in the village-a hut that was easily as large as the 
typical suburban house. 

"Go in, madame," Danielle pressed behind her. "He will be expecting you 
now." 

Penny was struck breathless when she stepped through the door and saw the 
lavish interior of the King's palace. It was beautifully decorated in 
traditional Djambulu fashion with carved statuary of ivory and native 
hardwoods, and countless leopard and lion skins hanging from the walls and 
strewn about the earthen floor. She was so overwhelmed with her surroundings 
that she almost failed to notice the imposing figure sprawled in his wooden 
throne against a distant wall. He was wearing a flowing raffia robe 
encrusted with cowrie shells an ancient Djambulu fertility symbol because of 
their startling similarity to female sex organs. 

Penny was surprised when, finally, she saw how dark the King really was. His 
brow was so black that it looked bluish and shone like ebony glass as the 
illumination of several torches played on his skin. He was ugly, too ... and 
as fat as a baby hippopotamus! 

"So you are the American pig!" the piggish King bellowed loudly. He was 
obviously delighted with his fair-skinned ward fifty years of obesity and 
ten wives, notwithstanding. "Come you will share my throne!" 

With considerable effort, the three-hundred pound African giant made room 
for Penny on the sofa-size seat of his authority. 

Penny took a deep breath and stepped forward. The slow-acting pitchi bark 
was beginning to have its effect on her, and the tingling that had begun on 
the tip of her tongue had spread to her nipples, clitoris and ... and even 
her ass-hole! 

The fat King clapped his hands together twice and shouted, "Poma!" 
Immediately, Danielle bowed graciously, then disappeared through a door 
leading to still another large room to fetch the evening's refreshments. 
"You come sit!" the King repeated with a smile that revealed two rows of 
broken teeth of the same saffron color as his robe. 

Penny, too, had been provided with a raffia robe--a blue one that brought 
out the robin's-egg hue of her wide-set eyes. Careful not to trip over the 
hem of the flowing neck-to-ankle garment in her bare feet, she stepped up to 
the low platform that supported the throne. Danielle returned post-haste 
with the poma and some clay goblets, handing one to Penny as soon as she had 
taken her place next to the black girl's husband. 

She gratefully accepted the potent drink and swallowed several gulps of it 
right away, shaking her head back and forth as she thought over her 
predicament. She did not notice that Jabavu had moved closer to her, lightly 
but hungrily running his black sausage fingers over the softness of her legs 
as he nodded in appreciation of her youthful beauty. She did not resist when 
he moved his massive hand down to the hem of her robe. She was so infuriated 
that she was beyond caring at that point ... she knew perfectly well that he 
wanted to use her body for ,his own pleasure, that to him she was only a 
mass of curvaceous white flesh to use at will. 

She also knew that any attempt at resistance would be futile. She could only 
pray that the aphrodisiac would do its duty. 

"You are very lovely," the fat King drooled. "Very soft and smooth!" 

Penny reached for her goblet again and raised it to her lips, draining the 
contents desperately as she tried to forget what it was that was about to 
take place against her will. There was no future in resistance-she'd already 
decided that but still ... still she had a slight twinge of doubt in her 
mind about whether or not she should simply sit there, allowing the 
disgusting fat black King to caress her thighs and breasts as if he were an 
old familiar lover or her own husband. 

The obese African monarch pulled her still closer, dropping his hand again 
to let his fingers brush lightly over the tip of her breast. He was growing 
bolder by the second, and thoughts of the things he would do to this proud 
young American beauty once she had reached the point of helpless submission 
tripped excitedly through his savage brain. As supreme ruler of the Northern 
Djambulu, he had his pick of all the females in the village, any time he 
wanted them ... but it had been a long time since he had been close to such 
a tantalizing morsel of a girl. And this one had a special talent, according 
to Da Silva. She would be a delight to debase and defile as only he knew 
how! 

Penny sat motionless. In some bizarre and peculiar way it gave her a secret 
sense of power to be sitting there like a common slut while a black-skinned 
African King a man more than twice her age and the life-and-death ruler of 
literally thousands of human beings---played with her sensitive young 
breasts and rubbed higher on the inside of her thigh, bringing 
nerve-shocking pleasure to her throbbing nipples and making her clitoris 
stiffen in lewd delight. She was almost certain now that the native beer 
poma had contained the impassioning pitchi bark. But, she thought, so what? 
If it produced a heightening of the pleasure that was already greater than 
that she had experienced with the others the previous night. She was already 
anxious to have him inside her to fuck her any way he might choose. 

"Are you ready now, my American beauty?" he asked gruffly, his cruel hands 
grinding harder against her breasts and naked upper thighs. "Are you ready 
to feel the cock of an African King?" 

Penny could only moan in response. She was helpless. Lost. She hoped he 
wouldn't read her thoughts and proceed anyway with his lewd, unfair 
seduction. 

"I asked you a question, pig!" he spat, painfully mauling her full right 
breast for emphasis. 

"I-I ... oh, dear God, I don't know . . ! " she wailed.' She clenched her 
eyes tightly shut, fighting her own lust with all her strength, but, just as 
the Guinean Sergeant had done, King Javabu ignored her and quickly 
unfastened her garment, slipping his massive hands inside to nip teasingly 
at her lust-swollen pink nipples. Then, abruptly, he released her and sat 
bolt upright on the throne, his fat fingers busily unfastening his own 
yellow robe. 

"Look at this, pig!" he boasted. "This is why Jabavu is King ... and Da 
Silva a mere sergeant!" 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

What Penny saw made her recoil in sheer astonishment. The black King's cock 
was as thick as her wrist and long and throbbing, rising up in coal-black 
hardness like a jerking tower between the parted folds of his yellow robe. 
The testicles sagging below were as huge and hairy as young coconuts, and 
spilled down on the seat of the throne from their own weight. 

The aroused young American girl gasped and held her breath, not knowing what 
to do ... almost terrified by the sight she saw. Of all the strange things 
that had happened to her since she and her husband had come to Africa, this 
... this was indeed the most breathtaking of all, and she knew now how this 
ugly African pig could rule over so many men and women. She was afraid to 
guess how long it was maybe just a hair shorter than the houseboy, Ojike's 
strange thin weapon, but thicker ... like an ancient war club! 

Despite the self-consciousness she felt from sitting there next to him 
staring at his lust-thickened staff of sweating black flesh, she was oddly 
incapable of turning away. It was everything that a woman dreams of. The 
supreme maleness. A huge throbbing instrument of delicious torture filled 
with fiery African blood. A swelling, pulsating creature with its own needs 
... angry and capable of fulfilling a girl's most fanciful dreams! 

All of Penny's senses were heightened and she was humiliated when she 
suddenly realized that she was licking her lips, as greedily as she had been 
a few moments before when she was wracked with indecision. It was a visual 
delicacy ... an eye filling feast of flesh ... and he had asked her if she 
were ready to put it in her body! How? where! 

"Now, are you ready, pig?" the King teased lewdly, holding his cock proudly 
outward at an outrageous angle from his immense body. "Doesn't it make your 
mouth water?" He edged back further on the throne and reached down with his 
other hand to draw back the loose flap of uncircumcised foreskin until the 
purplish-black knob of it stood sleek and naked in the light of the several 
torches. 

"Yesss!" Penny hissed in passionate reply. "What do you want me to do?" 

Unceremoniously, the slug-like King reached forward with both hands and 
wound them in her silky brown hair, pulling her head down in a position that 
was too uncomfortable to stand unless she moved to an all-fours position 
between his bloated black thighs with her feet dangling over the edge of the 
platform, which she did immediately. 

Her pretty sun-kissed face was directly over his kinky-haired loins now, and 
she followed his urgings to take his thick black penis in her hand. It was 
horrible, and delicious, and thrilling, all at once, to be holding him like 
this. Deliberately even, after he removed his own beefy paw. Quickly now, 
she began to gently skin the huge dusky cock back and forth, causing it to 
stiffen and grow still harder, bringing a deep sigh of contentment from the 
African's throat. Her face was but a single precious inch away from the 
glistening sap-smeared crown, and she opened her mouth automatically to 
breathe softly against it, exciting him still further. Slowly, voluptuously, 
her breath flowed over the gaping coralline slit that was even then drooling 
its pungent nectar down the pipe-like black shaft of the King's penis. 

The King could stand no more. 

"Suck it, American pig!" he snarled sadistically. "And it had better be 
good, or I will have your breasts cut off and fed to the hyenas!" 

In that strange unfathomable way with which she was rapidly becoming 
familiar, his debasing choice of words excited her. She wondered if she 
weren't some sort of masochist. She wondered what her dear sweet Christian 
mother back in Butte, Montana would say if she could see her precious 
daughter willingly kneeling at the feet of a black pagan King about to take 
his stallion's cock into her pretty little mouth and suck the sperm from his 
inky body. 

"SUCK IT!" 

Her tongue darted out automatically, the tip coming into slippery contact 
with the pearl of viscid nectar that had pooled at its tip. She circled her 
velvety lingual member around the smoothly bloated mushroom as he groaned 
arid twisted above her from the tenderness of her touch. The tip of that 
same fleshy appendage found the oozing coralline gap of his gland and dipped 
into it like a hummingbird drawing sap from a honeysuckle. She savored the 
sharp pungent taste of his seminal fluid, the odor causing her to salivate 
and realize that she, Penny Glasser, was actually licking the end of a fat 
African's hard throbbing cock! Her hands dropped to the base of the huge 
erected penis and she cupped his smooth, heavy testicles with one of them, 
grazing her dainty tapered nails tantalizingly over the hairy flaccid flesh. 
The other hand she placed at the thick base of his cock where it soared from 
the crinkly black pubic hair covering his lower stomach. She squeezed it, 
her fingers unable to fully encircle the huge girth, and pulled up and then 
down hard, skinning back the foreskin until the large gleaming head stood 
alone and naked against the softness of her trembling pink lips. She began 
to plant feverish wet kisses around it, beginning at the tip and tracing a 
path down the full length of it to the bottom and then wetly back up to the 
tip again. She caressed it longer than she knew she should, not being able 
just yet to bring herself to put it in her mouth. 

But the King could wait no more. With a gurgle deep in his throat, he 
reached down to lock his hands behind her head and thrust his loins up with 
the strength of a rutting bull. Penny resisted for a moment, doubt colliding 
with desire in her mind, but it was too late. He was pushing against her, 
forcing the head of his prick into her mouth. She mumbled the first stages 
of fear in her, feeling unexpected revulsion, and tried to shake her head 
away, but he held her tightly and she could not move. She could only clench 
her lips and teeth firmly together, and try to keep it away, yet he would 
not be denied. He was the King. and increased the pressure; it felt as 
though her lips were being pushed back through the sharpness of her teeth. 
He groaned and struggled against her resisting lips, feeling them parting, 
bit by tiny bit, until suddenly with the aid of an extra hard lunge, she 
gasped and opened her mouth, accepting the first lustfully throbbing inches. 
The broad, thick black cock crushed through her soft, moist lips and into 
the warm, wet 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 fleshy hardness. 

Penny heard his breathing become labored as he began a slow, lascivious 
rhythmic undulation of his hips up into her sweet face. She closed her eyes 
to keep from choking as more saliva seemed to fill her mouth everywhere 
except where she was filled by Jabavu's great flexing penis, now protruding 
banana-like from her thinly stretched lips. Her oral orifice was ovaled and 
seemed ready to split open at any instant. 

Just then, out of nowhere, she heard Danielle's lyrical voice. She was 
saying to the King, "Shall I begin now, my husband?" Penny had forgotten 
that Danielle was still in the room. 

"Yes, start, start!" the King barked. 

"MMMfff ... mmmfff," Penny struggled to ask, attempting to form a question 
around the cock in her mouth. God, what else? she wondered hysterically, 
trying to imagine what the pretty Mgoro girl was about to do with the King's 
consent. 

Use the big one," Jabavu instructed, still pumping forward. "This American 
pig wants it, don't you ... ? You ... want ... the special ... treatment ... 
yes?" He punctuated each word with a separate ramming motion into the now 
terrified fledgling's face. 

"NoooMMMfff!" Penny protested feebly, not even knowing why or what she was 
afraid of. 

The King's yellow teeth flashed in the torchlight as he watched Danielle 
hurry to a cabinet on the far side of the room and open one of the doors, 
kneeling after she had done so to search about inside. Finally she spotted 
the right object and withdrew it, fondling it lovingly as she rose and 
crossed the distance back to the couch. Dropping down behind the youthful 
American girl, Danielle moved up to her jiggling buttocks and raised the 
instrument she held high so the King could see it. His roughly clutching 
hands were still behind Penny's head as he writhed and nodded vigorously 
towards the awaiting woman to approve what she had brought. Then, his face 
clouding with sudden impatience, he lifted one hand and shook it to order 
his assistant to proceed at once. 

Danielle bent over immediately, her hands circling Penny's buttocks and 
grabbing the hem of the flowing raffia robe, then lifting it up high to 
expose the naked white flesh of their captive's succulent ass-cheeks. Penny 
was partially naked now, much more obscenely so than if she had been 
completely stripped of all her clothing. Her smooth bare buttocks were 
presented up and pleasing expanses of her dancing breasts sowing as they 
hung down below her open robe, her strawberry nipples tapping the 
leopard-skin surface of the platform like muted drumming points to the 
cadence of the indecent mouth-fucking she was getting from the slug-like 
King before her. 

The King continued to watch Danielle as she unwrapped the banana leaf from 
around the instrument and began to smear it with pig fat. It was the most 
imposing device in his collection, an awesome looking dildo made of carved 
ebony wood, his pride and joy, that he had ordered his youngest wife to 
fetch. It was impossibly huge, with a menacing curve to it, and it gleamed 
obscenely black as Danielle anointed it with the greasy yellow substance she 
dipped out of a small clay bowl with her fingers. It was enough to drive a 
girl crazy with desire ... and it had never failed. 

"Start now, Mgoro wife!" Jabavu hissed, forcing his cock even further into 
Penny's sucking throat. 

Immediately, Danielle pressed the tapering tip of the glistening sex tool 
into the flowering pink folds of Penny's pretty pink pussy, parting them 
gently to thrill along the swollen button of her clitoris. 

Penny mumbled in protest as she felt her ass-cheeks stretch, "No! ... don't! 
MMMfff!" 

"Here it goes, my husband ... it is going in now," Danielle breathed 
excitedly as she pushed the big carved ebony shaft forward, pressuring the 
giant tip between the petals of Penny's cruelly stretched vagina until it 
was open for entry. They were sadistic even the soft-spoken Mgoro girl 
becoming, caught up in the fever of the moment, abusing the American girl as 
she postured in hopeless dejection, on all fours like a bitch-dog, their 
several hands holding her so strongly that she could not escape. 

Waves of shame and humiliation washed over her in an evil tide of 
defilement. She was grateful now for the bitter tasting pitchi bark she had 
had earlier, or she could never have stood being sandwiched in this lewd 
position between them with the depraved black man and the girl she had 
formerly thought so Sweet, free to do with her as they wished. She could not 
see what was entering her from behind but felt its fluttering and grunted 
with pain even greater than before when its thickness pushed further into 
her. She wanted to lift her mouth and scream for them to stop, tears running 
freely down her cheeks as the shaft penetrated another inch and then 
another. It was hideous and she felt her thighs being swept wider apart as 
the instrument, wet and slippery from her own juices when the wicked King of 
the Djambulu had first begun to tease her, ferreting forward into the smooth 
sucking channel of her sex. Her pussy was afire with lewd excitement now. 
Her arms were trembling and her back arched from the inhuman position she 
was held in. 

"Deeper! ... Give the American slut the fucking she deserves!" the King 
urged his wife. 

Danielle complied instantly, cruelly rotating the vicious dildo as she sunk 
it yet another thrilling inch into Penny's tortured young vagina, sucking 
her cuntal lips in and out and making them shiver. 

"Oh, God!" Penny moaned. "No more ... please nooo!" The agony, despite her 
protests, eased a little then as she inadvertently began to secrete more 
lubricating fluid and felt the thing levering her thighs wider and wider as 
if to split her tender body all the way up to her swaying breasts. The 
monstrous, unyielding cock-thing twisted cruelly onward, all the way inside 
her, not going any deeper, but gradually expanding, strangely, the moist 
warm flesh clinging tightly around it. The betraying waves of sexual 
pleasure began then, creeping forcefully through her body. 

The desire rising inside her belly became a rabid torrent once more and she 
began to roll her buttocks high up behind her in a welcoming circular 
movement, clasping desperately with her cunt muscles at the obscene dildo 
burrowing into her. 

Suddenly, insanely, she wanted to exploit it to the limit, to fill her 
entrails with it and cum as she had the night before. She sucked wildly at 
the massive black cock in her mouth, almost gagging, her cheeks hollowing 
and filling with his every thrust. It was the biggest cock she had ever 
tasted and now it was sliding down into her throat as she fought for breath, 
managing to catch quick gulps of it on the out-stroke of his thrusting. His 
soft, swollen balls slapped harder against the skin below her chin as he 
fucked between her lips, giving her almost all he had. She was beyond 
fighting his lewd rape of her mouth and cunt from behind. She could not even 
visualize what was happening to her she was all sensation and mentally 
raving as the slave to erotic fury she had become within a mere matter of 
minutes. Even the musky odor of male ,sweat that was now dripping from the 
King's blubbery loins maddened her, filling her nostrils with a constant 
reminder of the perverse at-, tack she was being subjected to by these 
rampant cocks stroking into her at both ends. Dazing pulsations thumped at 
the bounds of her brain and she was growing close to bursting with ecstasy, 
was twitching and twisting, slavering saliva and semen from the corners of 
her quivering out-drawn lips. 

"You see, madame? The pitchi is good, no?" Danielle whispered sarcastically, 
feeling increasingly hotter herself as she worked the diabolical dildo in 
and out, and watched with utter enthrallment how good it was to be in 
Penny's position, sensing her pleasure and also delighting in her role of 
helping her husband debauch the helpless Peace Corps bride. 

The fragile Mgoro girl looked imploringly into Jabavu's dark and savage 
eyes, receiving the permission she knew he would grant now, that the time 
was right. Smirking fiendishly, the stimulated youngest wife moved the 
excruciating instrument in increasingly wider ragged circles until it felt 
to poor Penny as if a "Roto-Rooter" had been turned on inside her, loosening 
and battering the viscid passage as though the vile pseudo-penis had a mind 
of its own. 

It smacked wetly into her white-mooned buttocks, ravaging her, disappearing 
and surfacing, driving her forward onto the black King's rock-hard penis; 
expanding Penny's throat until she thought she would strangle on its 
pipe-like girth. If she did, though, it would be at the highest peak of her 
life at a time when she believed nothing else could surpass what she was 
getting now! 

She arched upwards, the cords in her strained neck standing out, her long 
brown hair falling on the ebony loins around the cock she was sucking with 
all her might, trying to time her movements to those of the King ... yet 
never forgetting to follow as much as possible the quivering gyrations and 
pummelings of the mysterious ebony rod that Danielle was manipulating from 
behind. It was ramming and twisting into her its full length and. God! it 
felt wonderful! 

She could not settle her mind enough to decide which she enjoyed most, the 
weird reaming thing in her tortured, flaring cunt or the thick black prick 
fucking into her face as she voraciously sucked at it. One thing she knew 
she wanted everything! 

"Slap the little, pig's ass!" shouted King Jabavu for no apparent reason 
other than it made his balls tingle to hurt people who were defenseless. 

Quickly, the equally excited Mgoro girl knelt yet lower to better her hold 
on the evil wooden dildo, then released one hand and drew back to deliver a 
sharp, stinging slap to one writhing cheek of Penny's white ass. The 
beautiful young girl responded, moaning with a muffled sound and yet feeling 
a delicious sensation of odd masochistic luxury. The blow only increased her 
sense of debasement, thus increasing her shame, but nothing ... nothing 
could diminish her pleasure! 

The King's kinky pubic hair was now saturated with the juices dribbling from 
the edges of her sucking, milking mouth and her entire body was in fierce 
and total motion. Her hips responded to the twists and bouncings of her 
knees, and her belly jerked and thrust after her hips. Her shoulders rocked 
and rolled, she was all fluidity and fire, the beat of her blood seeping 
into dark areas of her being. 

"Again! Slap her again!" the bloated African Monarch commanded. 

Again Danielle obeyed, laying her slender palm against the rounded globe of 
Penny's buttocks with a resounding slap. And, again, it had the same effect 
on the kneeling girl, leaving her almost disappointed when the stinging 
feeling died away. 

Oh, if only he'll squirt his sperm in my mouth, she yearned, mumbling out 
her submission to the lewd desires racing through her mechanically, and 
human, cock-ravished body. Her toes curled tightly back on the soles of her 
bare feet as she was driven back and forth, fucked from both ends by the 
dildo and the great, driving inky-black cock in her mouth. She was truly 
their slave and now, inciting her more, the fat African ruler was leaning 
forward a little to knead her dangling white breasts with his meaty unclean 
fingers. He was rapidly reaching the crescendo of his own desire, Penny 
could tell, and she wormed as best she could one of her hands over to once 
again cup his magnificent coconut balls, milking them delightfully as she 
was driven backward with each lunge he made into her hot wet mouth. 

"Tighten your lips, pig-slut!" he snapped at the slaving American girl, his 
voice tight with passion. 

Penny followed his bidding, at the same moment feeling her own climax 
approaching, the first of a rapid series of mind-destroying jolts. 

Then, all hell broke loose! 

The black ruler in front of her jerked suddenly as though lashed with pain 
and jammed his hips up tightly into her face, sinking half the fantastic 
length of his cock deep in her grasping throat. She could not breathe, could 
not care, as the incredible prick erupted in the warm, soft interior of her 
sucking mouth, strange profane chantings escaping his lips. His hot thick 
sperm squirted into her mouth like a rush of raging water through a storm 
drain, and she sucked and swallowed, her cheeks inflating and deflating the 
whole time from the pressure of the bursting dam of hot African sperm. It 
lasted forever, it seemed, her throat accepting the warm sticky liquid of 
his passion, and then it pulsed with a long last jerk ... at last softening 
beneath her swirling tongue. Her reason was gone and she clung to him as her 
greatest orgasm of all stiffened her body, flooding out in great sensual 
waves of her own succulent juices around the twisting, reaming instrument of 
lust in her cunt, flowing out of her in hot liquid streams, making the 
ravished petals of her sex flower widely open as she creamed down the 
insides of her trembling thighs. 

It was indescribably wicked, and the entirety of her groin felt wet and used 
beyond belief. She was crying, tears of real joy pouring from her eyes; then 
they fluttered closed and she released the King's rapidly deflating penis, 
its semi-softness slipping from her pursued lips with a slight pop at the 
same moment Danielle began to withdraw the dildo from her flushed young 
pussy. 

"Are you through with me now?" she asked breathlessly. 

The King again flashed yellow teeth as his enormous stomach rocked with 
laughter. "Through, pig? 

We have only started!" 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

Doug closed the two-and-a-half-mile distance from the falls where his two 
P.A.I.G.C. escorts had released him to the Mgoro compound at a dead run. He 
was furious. Tears of indignation and rage were streaming down his cheeks as 
he burst through the stone gate screaming, "Gimme a God damn Jeep! I've got 
to find Major M'Bonu! Those fucking jungle bunnies have got my wife!" 

Immediately, he was encircled by a wall of curious black flesh, including 
several of his fellow teachers from the Technical School, but he pressed his 
way through and past the anxiously approaching Headmaster, La Pierre as well 
on his way to the bungalow that housed Mgoro's small detachment of 
Senegalese Militia. There was a Jeep parked outside, but no driver. Doug 
stormed through the door, badly scaring the little corporal that manned the 
desk. "Let me have that God damn Jeep," he demanded. "I've got to get to 
M'Bonu in Dakar!" 

The little corporal snapped to attention. "Major M'Bonu is in Liberte on 
official business," he stammered. "But there is no driver for the Jeep. 
Everyone is out looking for you and your wife." 

Doug grimaced impatiently. He had a strong notion that the Major's business 
in Liberte was, being conducted at the Jungle Bar ... but how in hell was he 
supposed to get there? "Listen you little brown bastard," he bellowed, 
"gimme the keys to that rig outside and I'll drive myself." 

"But I can't do that, monsieur Glasser. It is not allowed. It is against 
regulations. If you will wait a little while, I'm certain someone will 
return who can drive you." 

Doug seethed another silent second before turning on his heels toward the 
door through which he had just come. Fuck it, he thought, I'll just have to 
hotwire the God damn thing! 

 * * * 

Penny failed to notice that Danielle had disappeared, taking the fiendish 
dildo with her to be cleaned and oiled for the next performance. Instead, 
she merely rolled over on her back on the fur-covered platform at the King's 
fat feet, her arms and legs obscenely spread, uncaring. 

She could still feel his vile sperm on her face, drying slowly, and the 
painful soreness in and around her vagina. She could not bear to stir 
herself into activity, nor even to bother covering her nakedness. The 
combination of humiliation and satisfaction was too much for the poor 
American girl to cope with. She was more fully a captive than even she 
herself realized. Not only had her body betrayed her by reacting so 
completely to her lewdly engineered rape, she was also half looking forward 
to the next turn of events. They had promised her a "show" and supper-as if 
she were some high-priced jungle call girl. 

It was unbelievable, how in the space of less than twenty-four hours, she 
had become thoroughly used, hopelessly aroused, and twice raped. She was 
abandoned and lost in a part of the jungle she couldn't even begin to place 
on map. And, with each passing minute, she feared that she would never again 
see her handsome young husband. For all she knew, they might merely have 
taken him out in the nearby bush and slit his throat. Or, if not, she could 
easily imagine him lying in the bottom of a pool of quicksand, or 
disemboweled on the horns of a water buffalo or the claws of a prowling 
leopard. She was lost. Lost! 

Slowly, painfully, she gathered herself up and got shakily to her feet. Her 
fingers moved to refasten the front of her open raffia robe. 

"That won't be necessary!" the King bellowed. "I think it would be better if 
you took it all the way off!" 

She hesitated but for a single moment before, seeing the King's angrily 
growing expression of impatience, she nodded meekly and began to shrug out 
of the already-gaping garment, letting it fall to a crumpled pool at her 
naked feet. 

"That is better, no?" King Jabavu smiled wickedly as he caught the 
reflection of the several well-placed torches gleaming goldenly on her 
smooth white flesh. "If you are to be the wife of a Djambulu King, you must 
learn your proper place!" 

Wife? Penny sickened with horrifying realization. Oh, my God! 

"You look concerned, uh." 

"P-Penny," Penny supplied. 

"You look concerned, Penny," the King continued. "Perhaps I should explain 
that being the eleventh wife of a Djambulu King is indeed a privilege . you 
will have servants ... fine clothes ... the best food and poma." 

"I-I don't think I'd be interested." 

The King was growing increasingly impatient. "Perhaps you would rather I 
sold you to an Arab slaver from the north!" 

Penny swallowed tightly. "I-Is there a difference?" she managed with a burst 
of bravery that surprised even herself. 

Jabavu's inky-black face bloated heavily with rage, then calmed as he 
realized that he had been selling the wrong points. After what had happened 
just moments before, he knew full well where her weakness lay. "The Djambulu 
are not jealous like the other tribes," he explained with a wicked smile. 
"We do not circumcise our women ... and they are free to take lovers ... 
even the King's wives." Again, Penny opened her mouth to protest, but the 
King raised his hand to stay her. "As a Djambulu Queen, there are no avenues 
closed to your freedom of sexual expression. Do you like to whip or be 
whipped?" Penny cast her eyes downward in embarrassment. The pitchi bark was 
apparently still working. "Perhaps sex with small children or animals 
appeals to you?" The idea of such things were positively abhorrent to the 
young American girl. Her pussy lips flowered open. "I have one wife who has 
sex with her own son and another who indulges herself with hyenas. 
Perhaps--. " 

"Stop it! STOP IT!" 

The King smiled indulgently. "Perhaps you should reserve your decision until 
after the performance," he suggested. 

 * * * 

Luckily, the ignition key was still in the dash. That would save precious 
time. Doug turned it, hit the starter-clutch pedal and fed the engine a 
little gas. It roared into life and Doug sighed with relief. Quickly, just 
as the little corporal came running out the door with his arms waving wildly 
in the air above his head, the angry young husband dropped the vehicle into 
gear and sped off in the direction of the gate. It was a good twenty miles 
to Liberte in mounting darkness ... on a road that even a native, Montanan 
like himself had to consider lousy. 

Judging from the sun's position, it must have been very close to five 
o'clock. And, judging from what he'd seen of the Major's bravery, he 
supposed that he would either be staying over in Liberte until morning, or 
starting back to Dakar before sunset so he could be safely out of Djambulu 
country by the time darkness settled in for the night. He had no way of 
knowing just which were the Major's plans. He knew full-well that M'Bonu 
would in no circumstances be willing to make the return trip to Mgoro twice 
in one day after he'd been safely re-ensconced in Dakar. 

He hurried, making the torturous twenty miles run to Liberte at top speed. 
When he caught sight of the drippy red letters, Jungle Bar, on the front of 
the ramshackle building at the end of the steep mountain street he actually 
managed a small smile. There, in front like a horse tied to a hitching rail, 
was the Major's Land-Rover, its official green, yellow and red Senegalese 
tri-color flapping idly from the radio aerial in the light afternoon breeze. 

 CHAPTER NINE 

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 ass-hole. 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 ass-hole 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 ass-hole, 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 ass-hole," 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 ass-hole! 

"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 ass-hole, 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 ass-hole 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 ass-hole ... 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 ass-hole! 

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 ass-hole 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 ass-hole 
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 ass-hole, 
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 ass-hole, 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 . ... 

 CHAPTER TEN 

"No!" the Major insisted with a tone of authority that surprised even 
himself. "We will not go in now, monsieur Glasser!" 

"But, Major, if we wait." 

"If we wait for the hour past darkness, we will catch them at supper. We 
might, monsieur Glasser, even avoid the suicide that would be most surely 
our fate is we charged down there right now!" 

Doug had to admit that the Major was making sense. Besides, he could already 
see wisps of smoke from several cooking fires filtering through the conical 
tops of the huts. "Okay, Major," he said. "We'll play it your way." 

"Trees bien, monsieur Glasser! It will at least give us a fighting chance." 

In truth, they had a very good chance of pulling it off. The Djambulu had 
never before been attacked in their own village, and it was that precedent 
which was responsible for the haphazard security around their camp. It was 
why they had caught the sentry off guard ... and why, Doug hoped, the 
Djambulu hadn't placed any more than the four armed guards around whichever 
hut Penny happened to be in. 

Doug borrowed the Major's field glasses just to make sure, focusing them on 
the entrance to the big hut. 

"How does it look, monsieur Glasser?" 

Doug managed a feeble smile. "I see only two guards ... and they seem to be 
yukking it up pretty good with a couple of Djambulu girls." 

"Good, they shall be easy enough to take out. What about the others?" 

Doug made a quick, sweeping scan of the compound. "Not too many people on 
the street, Major ... a few kids playing with a hula hoop and some old men 
drinking beer." 

"You think maybe we should provide some, uh, diversion, monsieur." 

"Yep, I think the flamethrower should do quite nicely; those front huts'll 
go up like matchsticks." M'Bonu's heart quieted somewhat. Maybe the crazy 
American's plan was just unlikely enough to work. "Are there any vehicles 
around, monsieur Glasser?" 

Doug scanned the adjoining fields. "Just a couple of old rusty truck hulks 
out back in the peanut patch wait! There's something coming through the bush 
at the far end of the street!" 

"What, monsieur Glasser?" 

"I'm not sure. It looks like one of those French Land Rovers with the front 
end that looks like a Renault." 

The worried Major swallowed dryly. This could mean trouble. Big trouble. 
"Who is driving it, monsieur Glasser?" 

"I can't tell yet; it's too fuckin dark. No, wait. He fiddled with the 
control aperture on the binoculars. "Yes, there ... now I can see them!" 

"Who, monsieur Glasser?" 

"It looks like a couple of Arabs!" 

 * * * 

"Hello, my friend, Mahguib," the fat King said. "It's good to see you 
again!" He studied the short swarthy Arab for a long moment before emitting 
a silent shudder. In truth, he really liked the young American girl, Penny 
Glasser, and hoped that she would make the right decision when the time 
came. Still, if it did happen that he had to sell her, he was certain she 
would command a good price. 

Since the French had pulled out of North Africa, the demand for young white 
girls to fill the Arab harems and brothels was virtually unlimited. They 
were bringing up to twenty-five hundred dollars each particularly the young 
fresh ones like Penny. Mahguib like the innocent ones and was willing to pay 
well for them. He would get his personal pound of flesh in Nouakchott, then 
ship them off to the interior for the Arab market. The Arab's perverted 
sadism should be no concern of his. 

Mahguib, his expressionless eyes, as always, buried behind a pair of 
mirror-finish sunglasses, allowed his perpetual frown to relax somewhat, in 
what for him, passed as a smile. "Hello, my dear King," he rasped. "Is my 
package ready for delivery?" 

The King eyed the short squat Arab critically, then let his gaze shift to 
the man's lumbering bodyguard, Gamal, who stood in stony silence just inside 
the entrance of the "palace". Both men were wearing western-style white 
suits that were badly creased from their long, exhausting trip through the 
jungle. Gamal, unlike his employer, did not bother with sunglasses to 
conceal his emotions; the huge Arab bodyguard exuded power even in his 
deceptive parade rest stance. "I think I have something that might interest 
you, my friend Mahguib," the King sighed finally. Then, "Ojike, bring our 
friend, Mahguib, a chair to sit on while we discuss business." 

Mahguib's eyes lit up behind his glasses at the mention that the King had 
something "special" for him. He knew Jabavu well enough by now to know that 
the Djambulu King, unlike most who had something to sell him, did not 
exaggerate; if he was enthusiastic about something, it was worth listening 
to. "Forget the chair," he protested. "Let us discuss this little bird of 
which you speak!" 

The King smiled teasingly. "Such enthusiasm, my friend Mahguib. Did you not 
enjoy the little French package I provided you with last month?" 

"Ah, yes! I liked her very much, but a month with the same girl is too long. 
You know they tire so quickly when left in my care. A pity, too, just when I 
have them trained well to appreciate my little playful sessions, they seem 
to lose their fire." 

"I suppose you have passed her on to your associates, as usual?" 

"Yes, she went rather reluctantly, but I. am a businessman and cannot let my 
investments sit too long without making a return on them ... I have some 
excellent movies made of her that will go well on the American market." 

The King grinned broadly. Tell me, Mahguib ... would you be interested in 
making an additional purchase?" 

"Perhaps, ... my dear King. But, you know of course, that I do not carry 
such money with me when I travel in this damnable jungle." 

"Yes, I understand, my friend. Why do you not look her over anyway? Perhaps 
on your next visit." 

"Tell me about her then," the Arab brightened. "When I see so much 
enthusiasm in your eyes, I know it must be something special!" 

"First, my friend, you know I provide only the best, yes?" 

"Indeed, my dear King ... but I have had problems with some of them," he 
added the last quickly, sensing that the bargaining was beginning. "You 
know, they are young and so unworldly, I must often do much training to 
prepare them for my clients." 

"Mahguib, you desert pimp," the King laughed, "you know very well that is 
why you are in this business; so you can sample these tender packages before 
you pass them on to your friends." 

"My dear King," the Arab objected, raising his hands, "it is not for I, 
Mahguib, that I do these things. I must do them to make certain my 
reputation as a businessman is respected. My clients are the wealthiest in 
Mauritania, and I dare not send them, packages that I myself have not 
trained to perfection." 

"Yes, my friend, but do you not fear that you will train them until they 
lose their fire?" 

Mahguib shuffled nervously before the King's throne. "There are ways of 
restoring lost fire," he said. "Your pitchi is one ... the lash is another." 
He managed a feeble smile. "Let us stop this depressing bickering. You know 
I am a sincere man and an honest one. I am in a very competitive business 
and profits have not been good for the last several years. Do not take 
advantage of my helpless position, I implore you." 

The King smiled sympathetically. These Arabs are all the same, he mused. 
They never grow away from the rug-sellers mentality. It didn't matter if 
they were dealing with one franc or a million, their approach was always the 
same business was bad and the price too high. But, because you are a friend, 
they will sacrifice and give you half the price you ask, even though it will 
drive them to bankruptcy! 

The King knew enough then to ask exactly double the price he expected to get 
if they were to eventually arrive at that figure. 

"Mahguib," the King said at last, "this package is American." 

There was a moment's silence as the pudgy Arab slaver let the thought sink 
into his mind. "I would like to see this package," he said, wetting his 
lips. 

Penny fretted nervously as she sat on the edge of the bed which had been 
moved to the adjoining room in anticipation of the Arab's arrival. She could 
hear every word of the conversation taking place between Mahguib and King 
Jabavu, and the very thought of them discussing her as if she were a side of 
beef caused her to sicken in fear. Dear God, she prayed silently, let me die 
... please, let me. "On your feet, American pig! I have a buyer who wants to 
look you over!" 

 * * * 

"What the hell are Arabs doing in Djambulu country, Major?" 

M'Bonu shrugged noncommittally. "I cannot say for certain, monsieur Glasser, 
but my guess is that they are providing the Djambulu with the Russian made 
rifles and sub-machine guns that have been turning up lately." 

Doug's face pinched in concern. The Major's suspicions sounded all too 
plausible. Worse, it could mean extra guns to contend with if there happened 
to be samples in the back of the truck. "What do you think, Major?" he 
queried. 

The Major's thoughts were running along the same track. "I think it would be 
foolish to attack now," he said. "I think the Arabs will be leaving soon, or 
they wouldn't have parked their vehicle right in front of the door." 

Doug swallowed tightly and studied the thin line of Senegalese troops fanned 
out belly down along the crest of the hill. Christ, it was a 
pathetic-looking outfit. He looked at his watch. It was six-fifteen and just 
now dark. "Let's give them till seven-thirty, eight at the latest," he 
suggested. 

The Major nodded reluctantly. He was willing to wait all night if necessary. 
"Yes, Eight, I think, monsieur Glasser," he agreed. 

It was settled. 

They would wait. 

 * * * 

Penny dropped the blue raffia robe from her trim well-tapered body on the 
command of this short dark Arab standing in front of her. His name, she 
learned, was Mahguib, and he controlled with an iron hand the sale of all 
the fresh young European women that passed through this part of West Africa. 
What she did not know was that his own government did not forbid his trade 
completely as they knew the tribal chieftains who now supported the 
government would take a dim view of their supply of white girls being cut 
off. They did require that he do it more discreetly than it had been done 
when the French were there. After all, this was one of the new socialist 
societies and must protect their world image as such in the United Nations 
and before the world press. One never knew when an Interpol agent might 
penetrate the mother organization and blow the whistle. If this happened, 
then the Socialist State needed a scapegoat and Mahguib knew very well who 
that scapegoat would be. A firing squad was the only acceptable penalty for 
disgracing the state and he did not have the slightest inclination for 
ending his term here on earth in that brutal manner. None of this was any 
help to Penny. 

"Now turn for Mahguib, Penny," the King coaxed threateningly. "Show him what 
you have to offer his clients!" 

Penny followed the African Monarch's commands as obediently as a 
well-trained show bitch. She had learned enough already to know that even 
the slightest resistance would not be tolerated. She looked down at the Arab 
slaver studying her. Instinctively, she knew she must please the sickening 
little man, and with a sudden unprompted movement of her hands she brought 
them up under her breasts, cupping them into twin rounded peaks of firm 
white flesh. 

Mahguib choked back a gasp and his eyes widened behind his mirror-finish 
glasses to take in the milky-whiteness of Penny's succulent blue-veined, 
pink-nippled breasts. His penis began pulsing strongly, visibly beneath the 
trousers of his white suit. Then, Penny felt her stomach muscles tighten 
into a knot and she thought she would surely faint when she saw the Arab 
slaver lift his pudgy fingers to the tips of her breasts. 

"Why don't you taste them, Mahguib?" the King suggested lewdly. 

To her utter horror, Penny saw Mahguib's glistening baldhead dip, his mouth 
go for her nipple. Oh dear God, she sickened, there wasn't a thing she could 
do but stand there and hold her naked breasts while the obscene slaver 
slobbered and sucked her strawberry-size nipples into quivering, glistening 
stiffness! 

"My Arab friend, this fresh young American girl is almost a virgin. She is 
worth at least ten thousand dollars. Come take a look at her ass." 

The King led the squat Mauritanian behind the still stiffly standing girl. 
"Now, Penny, bend forward and let Mahguib explore the petals of your rose!" 

The frightened young wife bent over, spreading her legs about two feet apart 
on the floor. She could hear a slight gasp of approval from behind her as 
the Arab bent to look up between her slightly spread legs like some 
perverted meat inspector. 

"Now reach behind and open it for him! Let Mahguib feel how tight you are." 

Obediently, Penny reached back with both hands and spread the lips of her 
vagina slowly and tantalizingly apart. The moist pink flesh of her tiny 
narrow slit became visible slowly as she gently parted the soft dark pubic 
hair covering the plane between her legs. 

"Go ahead and touch her, you Moslem whoremonger," the fat King laughed. "She 
is not pork to soil your fingers!" 

The swarthy slaver was actually trembling with excitement as he reached 
forward and slipped a single sausage-like finger into her moist pink sex, 
then slowly withdrew it, the viscid flesh of her interior clinging to it 
like a coat of paint on the out-stroke. She was tight, very tight. 

"Well, my friend, what do you think of my little American package?" 

Beads of sweat popped out on Mahguib's upper lips as he reclaimed his thick 
middle finger. "I would like to try her," he rasped. 

"Certainly, my friend," the King laughed lewdly, his jellyish paunch rolling 
with the effort. "Do whatever you wish ... we will leave you alone with 
her." He turned toward the door. 

"Wait!" 

The King stopped and turned to face Mahguib. "Yes, my friend?" 

"Tell Gamal to wait outside the door ... In case I need him." 

The King winked his understanding. "As you wish, my friend, as you wish." 

Penny stood silently for a long time after the King had left the room, 
shifting nervously by the side of the bed, waiting for the ugly Arab to make 
the next move. The pitchi had worn off completely and she was totally on her 
own and at the mercy of a filthy Mauritanian Arab who made his living 
peddling the flesh of helpless women. Oh, God in heaven, it was horrible ... 
horrible! 

The Arab circled her, then came to a full stop in front of her. She knew the 
time had come again, and the only escape was to get it over with as quickly 
and unpleasantly as possible. 

She smiled. 

"Do you speak Arabic?" Mahguib queried. 

Penny didn't respond. 

"French?" 

"Qui, monsieur, je parle francais." 

"Tres bien. We understand each other, no?" 

There was more to the Arab's question than the implications of speaking a 
common language. Penny nodded gravely. "Yes, monsieur ... we understand each 
other." 

Mahguib stood motionless for a long moment, drinking in the loveliness of 
Jabavu's latest catch. She was incredibly beautiful, and the soft, diffused 
lighting of the torches made her even more so. He couldn't take his eyes off 
her delicious, young body, still ripe and firm with youth, her skin soft and 
smooth, her delectable breasts firm and proud, standing like two ripe 
melons, her pink nipples still shiny and swollen with his saliva. No need 
for any padded bra in her case-there was more than enough without any 
man-made help, and they bulged tantalizingly before him, juicy soft mounds 
awaiting his touch. Her smooth, flat belly and firm body tapered gently to 
her tiny waist, then flared again perfectly in just-right hips. He gasped at 
the sight of the sparse pubic wedge at the junction of Penny's firm, smooth 
thighs. A fantastic piece, this, he mused. She will bring a good price at 
market. 

Penny watched, expressionless, as he fumbled with the buttons on his jacket, 
then finally got it off, followed by his soiled white shirt, then his pants. 
He balanced precariously on one leg, trying futilely to get his foot out of 
his pants cuff. Only after bracing himself against the head of the bed was 
he able to manage it. 

His stubby cock protruded slightly from the gaping opening in his 
undershorts. It couldn't have been more than two inches long, and it hung 
there foolishly, a wrinkled growth of sagging flesh. 

Penny nearly laughed from nervous tension when she caught a glimpse of his 
penis, or lack of it. But again she knew it would be a mistake to make the 
Arab slaver mad. 

Mahguib rubbed, his shriveled penis gently between his thumb and 
forefingers, stretching it out into the open, as if maybe that would make it 
grow longer. And then suddenly, as if awakened from a long sleep, it began 
to come to life. Slowly it swelled, not in quick virile jerks like a younger 
man's might have, but in a sluggish, steady swell, until it reached its full 
length not particularly long, but almost as big around as from base to tip. 
Penny stared at his hairy loins in dumfounded amazement, she'd seen it but 
she didn't believe it. His cock was a short, squat stump ... like the man 
himself! 

But the Arab, his nakedness all the more ridiculous with the silverish 
sunglasses masking half his swarthy, pockmarked face, only grinned. He knew 
what she was thinking; That his cock couldn't be much of a threat that his 
stubby little shaft couldn't begin to satisfy any woman. But he laughed to 
himself, thinking of where his throbbing prick would be in a few quick 
moments. He knew only too well that it had a lot of growing to do yet ... 
that it might not be the biggest by any means, but that it had a long way to 
go yet. 

Slowly, it continued to harden, throbbing painfully as the uncircumcised 
shaft grew longer and longer as he stepped out of his shorts and sat down on 
the edge of the bed. "Now, my little American beauty," he said, "you will 
suck my penis." 

Penny chilled at the thought of that hideous shaft in her mouth, his lewdly 
seething sperm squirting into her throat. "No, please. Let's just do it the 
normal way," she said hopefully, backing cautiously away from the naked 
Arab. But he was quicker than she would have guessed one fast snap and her 
arm was tightly held in his strong grip. He pulled her roughly to her knees, 
kneeling at his feet. 

"I said I want a sucking ... and I mean just that!" The excitement was 
almost too much for him to bear, watching the unwilling American girl 
cringing before him like the frightened slave she was soon to become. He 
pulled her toward his naked crotch, her face just inches from the bulbous 
tip of his stiff little penis as he pulled back the taut foreskin and shoved 
the throbbing head toward her trembling lips. 

Her pleas had become frightened whimperings. But Mahguib had come too far to 
be turned away now. His prick felt as if it would explode at any second, and 
he wasn't about to give up. He grabbed a handful of soft, thick hair and 
yanked her viciously forward, shoving his passion-swollen cock against her 
tightly clamped lips. Her face twisted grotesquely from her unspeakable 
humiliation, but she refused to cry out. 

"Do not resist!" the Arab warned. 

But Penny stubbornly refused, shaking her head as she tried to pull away. 
"You're hurting me!" she gasped. And that was the chance he'd been waiting 
for. 

Mahguib shoved his short cock forward, cramming it between her open lips as 
she cried out in pain. "If you bite it," he spat, "I'll call Gamal in here 
to gouge out your blue eyes!" 

Penny was beaten and she knew it. There was no future in further resistance 
to the desires of the vile man. Her only choice was to get it done as 
quickly as possible; struggling would only bring more pain, more degradation 
and debasement. She closed her lips over the pudgy little penis in her 
mouth, trying not to touch it with her tongue. 

"You had better improve in a hurry!" he warned. "I am not a patient man!" He 
stabbed at the back of her mouth to show her he meant what he said. 

His testicles expanded and puffed up like tennis balls as he watched Penny's 
pretty face rocking back and forth on the end of his cock. He could see her 
smooth, unblemished chest her twin, juicy mounds of ripe softness swaying as 
she sucked, like fleshy metronomes. 

The swarthy Arab grabbed her bobbing head firmly between his two hands, 
holding her tightly, but not painfully this time, as he guided his prick 
smoothly between her taut, moist lips and down into her straining tonsils. 
Her tongue gave him chills all over, starting right at the base of his 
aching penis and running up his backbone until they spread throughout his 
body. 

"You show promise," he gasped. "Keep it up!" 

He started feeding it in a little further, shoving his loins forward harder 
with every deep thrust that sank deliciously into the warm, wet confines of 
Penny's throat. 

Penny knew she had to keep her throat relaxed, and not to tighten up, or it 
would only be worse for her. Mahguib's stiff little penis slipped easily 
over the roughness of her tongue and into the delicate opening of her 
throat, and down into the relaxed passage, seemingly filling her whole mouth 
as it bur rowed itself in to the hilt. He pulled it back each time right to 
her ovaled lips, stretched tightly around the circumference of his hardened 
cock, leaving only the throbbing head still in her warm mouth, then he would 
lunge forward again, shoving the stiffened shaft far down into her throat. 

When she swallowed, the muscles of Penny's throat caressed and massaged 
Mahguib's pulsing cock like a thousand tiny fingers, and he could feel the 
scalding pressure building in his swollen balls. Even now, there was an 
oozing drop of semen seeping from the bulb-like head, and Penny could taste 
its peculiar flavor on her tongue as she swirled it around his sausage-like 
penis. 

It was so agonizingly delicious he could hardly bear it. The surging flood 
in his loins was bursting to get out, and he knew he could contain it only a 
few minutes longer. He pulled his thick shaft from her mouth, holding it 
just at her wet, lipstick rimmed lips, rubbing against the softness of her 
tongue, another tiny drop of semen seeping from the swollen tip. 

The Arab savored the agonizing delicacy of the American girl's probing 
tongue exploring the throbbing tip of his aching penis, poking at the tiny 
opening, sending shivers of delight throughout his body. But in a moment he 
could stand it no longer, and his disproportionately thick shaft slid again 
between her moist, warm lips and into her narrow throat, her cheeks 
hollowing to accommodate him as his hairy loins ground wetly against her 
face, brushing her nose and chin with his wiry pubic hair. 

"How do you like sucking the cock of an Arab?" he teased lewdly. "Is it 
better than your American Jews?" 

Penny tried to answer, but Mahguib's greasy flesh filled her throat, and it 
was nearly impossible just to breathe. He was pumping faster and faster into 
her mouth, ramming his stiff little penis into her warm, wet lips with long, 
hard thrusts that bored down her ravaged throat passage, choking and gagging 
her with every thrilling lunge. 

Just a few more deep thrusts and it would all be over his balls would pump 
their obscene load into her voraciously sucking face and nothing she could 
do would stop it ... nothing! 

Mahguib slowed his deep, savage thrusts still just as deep in her soft oral 
passage, but slower, so he could make it last as long as possible. The sheer 
ecstasy of his burning load spurting from his achingly hard cock into her 
mouth was something he wanted to long remember. He wanted her to gulp down 
every drop of his load to suck his thick cock until nothing remained in his 
balls. He leaned his head back, waiting ... waiting . ... 

The burning, liquid flooded out of his swollen balls and along the length of 
his hard shaft like lava from a volcano, and exploded against the back of 
her throat as he gave one last lunge. "Suck it! Suck it dry, slave!" he 
bellowed. 

Penny gulped it down greedily in big, gasping swallows. Her fingers squeezed 
the Arab's emptying balls, summoning every precious drop from his loins, his 
wet, fleshy cock shoved as far as it would go down her hungry, throat. 

She couldn't control herself the savage lust that dwelled deep within the 
darkest recesses of her soul had reared its ugly head. With every gulping 
mouthful, she hated herself more and more, but there was no turning back. 
She wanted every warm ounce of his sperm, and she sucked voraciously until 
there was nothing left, until his balls emptied the last musky squirt into 
her quivering stomach. 

Then, as quickly as it had all begun, the swarthy Arab slaver was 
withdrawing his shriveling sticky flesh from the slippery confines of 
Penny's mouth. Is he done with me? she hoped desperately. Will he go away 
and leave me alone? Her hopes died in her throat as Mahguib opened his mouth 
to speak. 

"You show some promise," he leered, "but ... but I think perhaps a little 
too much spirit for my tastes ... and those of my many clients." He paused a 
minute or two to wipe himself clean on her silken hair. "With a bit of 
training in the art of respect for your superiors, most particularly I think 
you will come to fetch a fine price." Abruptly, he let his voice trail off, 
then wandered toward the door leading to the main room and whispered 
something to his awaiting bodyguard. 

Penny's pounding heart almost stopped as she saw the Arab's vicious-looking 
bodyguard peering over his shoulder at her nakedness while his master spoke. 
Then, it lodged in her throat as she saw him turn on heels and follow 
Mahguib into the room. 

"This is my dear friend, Gamal," explained Mahguib. "He is going to whip 
your pretty little ass with his belt." 

Penny's breathing stopped altogether as the slaver's words registered in her 
consciousness. "B-But why?" she gasped finally, drawing her knees together 
to protect her vulnerability. "Oh, God ... what have I done?" Mahguib smiled 
sadistically. Already his short fat penis was beginning to thicken again. 
"What have you done, my dear? Nothing. Absolutely nothing." 

"Then why--. " 

"Because it gives me an erection, my dear ... During the course of your 
bondage, you will undoubtedly come under the tutelage of many who share this 
little peculiarity of mine ... who knows, my pretty? You may even come to 
like it!" 

Suddenly, the entire torturous experience welled up in Penny's throat. 
Uncontrollably, she began to scream. 

The anger rose in Mahguib. He didn't have to stand for such adolescent 
nonsense. "Silence the bitch, Gamal!" he ordered. 

In two giant strides, the grotesquely enormous bodyguard closed the gap 
between himself and the American girl. He hit Penny across the face, hard. 
And, before she could catch her breath again, his hand was at her throat, 
throttling her, his dirty hand covering her mouth, blocking any possibility 
of further screaming. 

Penny's eyes bulged and she shuddered in fright and revulsion. She 
struggled, but Gamal shoved her easily across the room, his body close to 
hers. Her stomach was doing nauseous flips and she thought she would vomit 
as he forced her to the bed. 

"Oh, God ... NooMff!" she gasped within the cup of his mammoth hand. "Let me 
GoMfff!" 

She fought the rough grip of the monster who was forcing her onto the bed. 
She could see his bulging fiery eyes devouring her naked body, taking in her 
voluptuous loins and thighs, the startling bulge of her breasts now jutting 
proudly forward as she struggled. Oh, God! she panicked, they're both 
insane. 

INSANE! 

Then, Mahguib was stripping off his own leather belt from his discarded 
pants and handing it to his awesome protector. "Gag the whore's mouth with 
this, Gamal," he instructed. "I would rather listen to the bitch's whimpers 
than her screams!" 

The ogrish bodyguard complied instantly, forcing the stiff leather strip 
into her mouth like a bit and bridle and knotted it tightly behind her head. 
Then, unprompted, he picked up one of the short lengths of rope left lying 
on the bed and began to bind her hands behind her back with it. 

"That will silence you for a while," Mahguib drooled gleefully, "filthy 
American slut!" He reached out and spun Penny around to face him, and she 
tottered unsteadily in her agony. She couldn't yell. God, she could hardly 
keep from gagging and vomiting at the taste of the sweat-soaked leather in 
her mouth. 

Instantly, the two filthy Arabs spread her naked, unprotected body on the 
bed. They were both laughing maniacally as they rolled her over on her 
stomach, exposing her lush white buttocks. 

Gamal stared down at the soft, creamy mounds of Penny's ass glistening in 
the torchlight, helpless to resist anything he wanted to do. He felt power 
surge through him her ass-hole, her cunt, everything was his! He had 
suddenly become aware that Penny was not one of the usual whores, but 
something very special indeed. She has class. She was different ... better 
than all the whores who had refused his money ... laughed at his ugly face! 

"Whip her, Gamal!" Mahguib squealed excitedly, his voice taking on an insane 
high-pitched intensity. "Whip her! Whip her ass!" His eyes bulged 
sickeningly behind the mirror-finish sunglasses and flecks of spittle formed 
in the corners of his fiendish mouth. "Whip her! Whip her! WHIP HER!" 

 * * * 

Doug glanced nervously at his watch for the fourth time in as many minutes. 
It was five minutes after seven and, still, the Arabs hadn't left yet. What 
the hell is keeping them? he wondered. 

His fingers tightened nervously on the trigger of his rifle. 

The waiting was terrible . ... 

 CHAPTER ELEVEN 

As Gamal looked at Penny's helpless white ass-cheeks, all the hurt and 
rejection of a lifetime flashed in his mind, and his cock ached like it had 
never ached before. Quickly, he removed his thin leather belt and doubled it 
in half. Penny felt as if her heart would surely stop as she watched him 
raise it above his head, then bring it down with most of his considerable 
weight behind it. 

THWACK! 

She could see Mahguib's little penis standing out at a lust-purpled 
forty-five-degree angle from his swarthy body as he watched. 

THWACK! 

Oh, dear God ... it hurt! 

THWACK!! ... THWACK!! ! 

The sadistic bodyguard raised clear up on the tips of his toes, the front of 
his slacks bulging tent-like around his thickening penis by then, then 
brought his arm down again and again to Penny's torture and Mahguib's 
delight. 

"Harder!" the smaller Arab squealed. "Whip her ass bloody!" 

Gamal's massive arm hung suspended in the air for a long moment as the burly 
bodyguard's simple mind was torn between two masters Mahguib and his own 
aching cock. Then, deciding, he cast the belt to the floor to lay coiled and 
forgotten next to Mahguib's crumpled white suit. 

"Gamal!" the smaller man shrieked. "What are you doing!" 

"I'm going to take the American bitch," Gamal responded. "We'll have all the 
time in the world to beat her ass when we get back to Mauritania!" With 
that, he pulled his rigid penis out of his pants and lunged madly onto the 
bed, the full length of his giant body flattening itself on Penny's writhing 
white nakedness. 

The heavy impact of the Arab's body brought Penny back to reality, and she 
immediately felt nauseated at his greasy touch. She winced and tried hard to 
throw his oppressive weight off of her still stinging buttocks, but his 
hands shoved her face into the mattress, and she felt she would die unless 
she gave in. 

The giant's knees were forcing her legs apart, and she felt the urgent 
pressure of his throbbing cock between her thighs. Oh, God! she panicked. 
He's even bigger than Ojike! 

The frightened American girl tried her best to keep her legs tightly 
squeezed, but it was useless. Her ass ached from the flailing that he had 
just delivered, and the sweaty odor of his body was nauseating. She moaned 
as she felt his monstrous cock pressing against her inner thighs, moving up 
into the white satin crevice of her buttocks. 

Penny wriggled her ass, the only part of her that she felt she could move, 
trying to eject the vile object from the crevice. But every move she made 
only served to make the Arab's cock still harder, and increased his 
determination to stay atop her buttocks. 

"Kneel up, American pig!" he demanded, pulling himself up and closer to her 
anus, his cock writhing between her thighs and the inviting canyon of flesh 
between her clenched buttocks. She wanted to resist, to tighten her 
ass-cheeks, to restrict the muscles that were twitching inside her cunt, but 
she was no match for the enormous bodyguard. 

Then, as she felt, the spongy head of the Arab's cock enter her, something 
snapped inside her mind she almost echoed his cry of triumph. So what if 
still another strange man's penis gets stuffed up my cunt? God only knows 
how many hordes of cheap loathsome men will have used my body by the time 
this thing is done! 

In some perverse and masochistic way, she was enjoying the penetration as he 
lifted her buttocks, and relentlessly skewered his merciless penis into her 
pussy. She heard herself crying out, and she didn't know if it was in pain 
or pleasure, as his monstrous cock entered her body. She wriggled aimlessly, 
but each move she made only served to awaken the sleeping giant and fill him 
with a terrible resolve. He was determined to stay on top of her and shove 
his punishing rod deep up into her helpless pussy. 

"Lift your ass higher!" he ordered, pushing himself over her so that he was 
poised to ram his invading cock deep and hard up into her defenseless 
prostrate form. Penny felt utterly helpless. What could she possibly do to 
resist or escape? She let her body sag resignedly against the mattress, 
until she was suddenly jolted back to reality by, the smarting sting of 
Gamal's callused hand across her already battered ass. "Up! Up, I say!" 

The cheeks of Penny's ass were turning a deep red from the slaps she'd 
received, yet, she felt a strangely lewd arousal from the cruel treatment 
she was receiving at the hands of these vicious Arab slave mongers. She felt 
Gamal's rough hand strike her buttocks again, and she tried to move her ass 
the way she thought he wanted her to, but it wasn't fast enough to satisfy 
the sadistic bodyguard. He pushed his hand down hard on the back of her neck 
and held her face pressed into the mattress. 

"Obey!" he yelled. 

Penny made an all-out effort to relax her body completely to protect herself 
and allow him to do whatever he wanted to with her. 

Then, Gamal released her head and grabbed her by the hips, raising her so 
that her exposed buttocks were high off the bed. "Now," he bellowed, "you 
learn what it feels like to fuck a real man!" He drove his bludgeon-like 
cock up into the tender opening with a slamming motion of his hips so 
powerful that Penny thought that he would surely pierce her heart. 

Mahguib, too, was filled with thoughts as he stood watching from the side of 
the bed like the demented choreographer of a lewd ballet. Penny's whimpering 
was beginning to turn to mewls of pleasure all too soon to suit him. His 
pathetic little penis was stiffened and as purple as a startled plum with 
the need to cause her agony of the deepest kind. Quickly, he reached down to 
the bed and retrieved the still-slimy wooden dildo. "Here!" he drooled, 
handing the evil instrument to Gamal. "Shove this up the slut's ass-hole as 
far as it will go!" 

The lumbering bodyguard hesitated but a single second before accepting the 
glistening ebony object. He feared he had angered his employer already by 
ceasing his whipping of the young American girl before he had drawn blood, 
and he dared not push him further. 

Penny couldn't even scream her agony as the crippling fourteen-inch wooden 
cock entered her ass-hole to the hilt, to remain buried, held rigidly in 
place by the bodyguard's enormous potbelly. These animals could manipulate 
her body any way they wished to satisfy their sexual greed! The only thing 
she could do would be to cooperate in the hope that they would be satisfied 
to rape her, shoot their obscene semen up inside her, and get it over with! 

All Penny's womanly secrets were suddenly exposed to Gamal ... It bogged his 
simple mind. His lips hung slack, drool forming at the corners of his mouth. 
He wanted to drive his cock so deep up inside her that she would explode 
when he shot his load in her. His massive balls were full of hot cum and he 
felt as if they would burst unless he emptied every drop of his semen deep 
up inside that beautiful cunt! Yet, he wanted to make it last forever. He'd 
never had an American girl before, and the thought of making a slave of one 
thrilled him to his very soul! 

Penny glanced over and saw that the other, smaller Arab had taken his 
lust-distended cock in his hands and was pumping madly up and down in lewd 
cadence to the movements of his bodyguard. The mere sight made her want to 
throw up, but the hard pistoning cocks up inside her demanded all her 
attention. She felt as if the man's jackhammering penis was splitting her in 
two! It was enormous ... and yet, she felt a vague, perverted pleasure in 
it. 

Gamal suddenly remembered her reaction when she had first seen his ugly 
face, and a fit of anger swept over him. He slammed his punishing cock 
harder up into her, speeding up his movements, driving the punishing dildo 
inwards as well. He saw her puckered little anus ringing the evil thing, and 
it drove him to renewed violent lunges into her unprotected pussy. 

Penny felt a numbness coming over her. Her mind registered only that the 
brute wasn't hitting her any more. Gamal's fury subsided somewhat as he 
began to tire, and his deep thrusts became less painful as he concentrated 
on the unspeakable pleasure that contact with her clasping pink sex was 
providing him. Quickly now, he leaned down and squeezed her breasts, nipping 
at the hard nipples with his fingers and thumbs, then grabbing handfuls of 
the soft flesh and kneading it hungrily. By the beard of Allah, he thought, 
I would like to buy this big-titted cow myself! 

He was panting heavily now. This American girl was easily the prettiest 
sight he'd ever seen ... lying there with her pussy open wide, begging him 
to shove it into her! 

Then in a sudden burst of generosity ... and because he wanted to hear how 
the beautiful bitch was reacting to her ravishing double-fuck, Gamal reached 
behind her head and unfastened the gagging, sweaty belt that was beginning 
to bite into the corners of her mouth. "Oh, thank you!" she gushed. "Thank 
you, thank you!" 

His stiff rod slid easily now between her small vaginal lips, stretching 
them wide as it penetrated. Penny groaned with pleasure as she felt the iron 
hard rod slithering back and forth, rubbing against her quivering clitoris, 
touching the resilient walls of her cunt. 

She worked her hips up desperately to meet him ... to take every bit of his 
pulsing cock deep up inside her aching pussy. She needed to feel it ramming 
into every recess of her. The hair-lined lips closed hungrily around his 
massive cock as it slid deep up into her wet, burning cavern. "Oh ... oh, do 
it ... fuck me ... ! " she moaned as her insatiably greedy pussy enclosed 
his throbbing cock like a satin glove. 

Gamal was actually drooling with lust as he watched Penny maneuver her hips 
to take every bit of his invading cock up into her cunt. By Allah! he 
thought, I've never had a fuck like this! 

The pretty Peace Corps bride was building toward a climax rapidly and she 
dug her nails into her own bound palms, crying desperately, "Yesss! That's 
it! Keep it up! ... Fuck me! ... FUCK ME!" 

She was whipping herself into a sexual frenzy now, every muscle and nerve in 
her body straining back toward the incredibly huge cock that was pinning her 
to the mattress, and driving into the very depths of her voracious pussy. It 
demanded her full attention, her complete surrender, and her ass bucked back 
against the Arab's stomach like an untamed mare. She had pushed her slit 
even higher, allowing him to thrust his hard rod in to the very balls, and 
suddenly she felt like she was suspended between heaven and delicious hell! 

"Don't ever stop ... fuck me ... fuck me, you wonderful filthy Arab!" 

The quivering walls of her ass-hole could hardly stand the friction of the 
impaling dildo as Gamal drove it in deeper and deeper with his belly. His 
motions became more rapid and more violent. His fingers dug into the soft, 
white flesh of her buttocks and he ground his fingernails savagely into the 
flesh of her ass-cheeks until she could feel the biting sting of the flesh 
being torn! This was the center of her being ... the point of life itself, 
she thought in her lusty delirium. Fucking and evil were all that really 
mattered ... feeling a stiff, hot cock in your cunt ... being used like the 
lowest whore in creation ... ! 

Why hadn't she known this before? Just fuck all the time ... fuck all the 
cares and worries and suffering of the world completely away! 

She felt sublimely, masochistically whorish as she felt the Arab's distended 
pole of flesh massaging her clitoris, sending electrifying shocks of 
pleasure rippling throughout her entire body. Her brain was whirling with 
the ecstasy of it all. And it was so simple ... the prescription she'd 
stumbled on: Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! They wanted her to be a slave? ... Dear God, 
she already was! 

Penny didn't know it, but her face had become a lewd, cheap imitation of 
what it had been before. Her eyes were glazed, her nostrils flaring with 
passion, her lips set in a grimace of perverted, all-consuming lust. She was 
mumbling incoherently, making little whimpering sounds like a bitch in heat 
as the wonderful cock of a stranger drove wonderful waves of pleasure into 
her aching but eager pussy. She was fucking him as hard as he was fucking 
her, thrusting her hips up savagely to meet and engulf his throbbing cock. 
She wanted him to cum deep up inside her ... to cum and cum and cum ... so 
she could feel her cunt fill with his boiling semen feel the sticky wetness 
splash against the walls and seep into every tiny niche of her inner cunt. 
She wanted to overflow with his flooding cum! 

Mahguib still stood by the bed, watching with wide, lust-filled eyes as his 
bodyguard drove his large cock into the American bitch's hot cunt, time 
after time. The sight was driving him crazy with lust. He had never seen a 
female act the way young Penny Glasser was acting. She was like a wild 
animal that was in heat for the first time, getting her first fuck! He knew 
Gamal was good, but he never knew he was that good! All he knew was that, 
somehow, he had to get into the action himself! 

He reached out with both pudgy hands, grabbing Penny's wildly swaying 
breasts, twisting the erect nipples around with his fingers then kneading 
the beautifully proportioned globes of flesh with his fingers while their 
melonous weight rested in the palms of his sweaty little hands. Penny became 
aware that it couldn't be Gamal's meaty hands that were bringing fresh new 
sensations to her body; his hands still grasped her buttocks, his 
fingernails still dug into her flesh with every savage thrust of his prick. 

She looked over, wild-eyed, and saw that it was Mahguib ... his ugly, 
now-familiar face a study in depravity and sadism. And yet, in spite of 
perhaps because of the very depths of vileness and perversion he 
represented, she smiled warmly and whispered a throaty, "Do I please you, 
Master?" 

Even as she spoke, the swarthy Arab slaver could almost feel the masochistic 
thrills running from the points of Penny's swollen nipples in his hands to 
her belly and onto her quivering cunt, causing new spurts of hot fluid to be 
exuded from the depths of her darkest soul. 

Gamal's cock was saturated with the smooth, sticky juices of Penny's pussy, 
and he knew that he had to cum soon or his balls would explode! He increased 
his jackhammer thrusts, slamming his cock in deep, and moans burst from his 
lips as he raised up and watched his turgid organ of lust burying itself 
again and again into Penny's hotly creaming pink flesh. 

He broke into a wild series of uncontrolled spasms as his seed jetted forth 
from his cock and squirted into her cunt. "AAAuuurrrggghhh!" he bellowed. 
"For the love of Allah, I am cumming!" 

He was bouncing on her body in a wild, bronc-busting motion, moaning 
incomprehensible words, his cock pumping in a desperate last attempt to 
enjoy the very last second of his cum. Penny was matching him as her 
clitoris came alive with delightful gratification. At the same time, Mahguib 
had relinquished his hold as his head darted down to her bouncing breasts. 
Quickly, he sucked one swollen strawberry nipple into his filthy mouth and 
nibbled cruelly at its throbbing tip. 

Penny was overcome by the powerful sensations that took over her body and 
mind. She fucked back against Gamal like a wild banshee. Mahguib's mouth 
left her breast and was replaced by his pudgy digging fingers again. He 
moved closer and covered Penny's gasping mouth with his own, poling his 
thick hot tongue in deeply, flicking it about, sucking madly at her own 
willing lingual member. His fingers manipulated the nipples of her breasts 
and, as Gamal gave a final lunge that buried his plunging cock and the 
smooth dildo to their hilts up inside her cunt, she let out a frantic wail 
of anguished delight. Then, as the bodyguard's spasming cock pumped spurt 
after spurt of his hot sperm into her stomach, Penny felt totally free' ... 
released from all worry or pain, her body only able to feel wild, sensual 
delight. 

There was nothing in the world to equal the pleasure of a hard cock inside 
her, a wet, demanding mouth on hers, fingers playing rhapsodic music on her 
breasts ... it was perfect, unmatchable bliss! 

 * * * 

Major M'Bonu was just about to give the order to attack when a small flash 
of light from the cab of the Arab's truck caught his eye. "Monsieur 
Glasser," he blurted with a sigh of relief, "take a look ... I think our 
friends are leaving!" He handed Doug the field glasses. 

Doug, too, caught a glimpse of the light. It was the truck's overhead light 
blinking on as the larger of the two Arab's who had arrived earlier got in 
behind the wheel. There were two other figures as well, outlined in the 
light of the quarter moon on the far side of the truck. One, Doug assumed, 
was the shorter Arab; the other a woman, obviously Arab herself, judging 
from the kaftan and veil she was wearing. "I think you're right, Major." He 
looked at his watch. It was five minutes to eight. He, too, breathed, a sign 
of relief. 

"We'll give them three more minutes," the Major explained. "They'll be able 
to hear the shooting, but I doubt that they will be anxious to come back and 
help once they are safely out of range ... Given the choice, monsieur 
Glasser, these Arabs will always take the coward's way out." 

"Yeah, Major? Some of my best friends are like that!" 

They watched the Arab truck turn around and drive down the same jungle road 
they came in on. God only knows where they were headed, and frankly Doug 
couldn't have cared less. 

A minute passed. 

Two ... 

The night-blacked jungle foliage flashed with stabs of orange flame. 
Agonized cries of the hurt and dying filled the Djambulu village. Stilettos 
of fire sought out the warm flesh of men as small arms. fire rattled through 
the thick underbrush. At the entrance to one burning hut a body lay writhing 
in the dust, its cruel face, even twisted in agony, Doug recognized 
immediately as belonging to Sargento Agostinho Da Silva of the P.A.I.G.C. He 
soon felt pain no more; his neck was broken in four places, three of his 
ribs protruded from his chest like toothpicks jutting out of a piece of raw 
meat, and there was a raw hole in his breast plate that oozed black now that 
his blood was thickening. He hadn't even had time to insert the clip in his 
machine gun. 

Beyond Da Silva's hut, two P.A.I.G.C. privates fought a hopeless battle with 
small caliber carbines. The raid was shaping up as a complete rout. Another 
of their number lay a half-dozen yards away, the shirt of his fatigues 
smoking where a 30-caliber slug had ripped into him. 

Then, running from the side door of the big hut, just before it, too, burst 
into flame, came the treacherous Mgoro houseboy, Ojike. 

Doug, manning the 30-caliber sub-machine gun the Major had given him, 
squeezed off a short burst from the hip that cut the man in half. 

He watched Ojike fall, then ran. He didn't have time to look back, to check 
and see if his shot had done the job. But he was sure that it had. Now, 
sweet Jesus, he had to get to the King's hut before Penny was cremated along 
with the Africans. 

He scurried back to the main party in a zigzag pattern, crouching to stay 
low. The firing was thick, but he knew the odds were still in his favor. He 
came upon the Major and saw that he was smiling. 

"Did you see Penny?" he queried breathlessly. 

"We've got her!" laughed the Major. He turned and nodded toward the hill 
behind him. 

Doug turned and cast a quick glance over his shoulder. Half-way up the hill, 
a Senegalese Militiaman was running with the white girl cradled in his arms 
like a load of watermelon. "Major," he suggested, "Let's get the hell out of 
here!" 

They had to move fast. The Djambulu were finally getting organized, and the 
return fire was beginning to get hairy. Exchanging bullets as they retreated 
uphill, an added edge with the jungle for cover, they at last reached their 
vehicles parked out of sight on the other side of the crest. Doug jumped 
into the passenger side of the Major's Land Rover just as it dropped into 
gear and sped off down the jungle trail, in the direction of the Mgoro 
compound. 

Quickly, he turned in his seat and smiled broadly at the girlish white face 
beaming happily back at him. "Penny," he said, "are you okay?" 

"Obrigado! Obrigado!" 

Doug's handsome face was pinched in confusion as he looked over at the 
Major. "Has she been drugged or something?" he asked. "What's this Obrigado 
bullshit?" 

"I'm afraid I don't know, monsieur Glasser, I don't speak Portuguese." 

"Neither does Penny!" 


EPILOGUE 

The Islamic Republic of Mauritania, a former French Overseas Territory, is 
bounded by the Atlantic Ocean, Spanish Sahara, Algeria, Mali and Senegal. 
Somewhere in the middle of this vast desert enclave--four-fifths the size of 
the state of Alaska--stands a tall and handsome young American atop a bald 
Sahara hill. 

As he scans the surrounding waste with his field glasses, he sees a small 
oasis with its complement of goats and camels and a rocky desert road that 
turns to dust a few kilometers further on. What he does not see is his wife. 

Penny. Somewhere out in that God-forsaken nothingness is Penny. She had to 
be. He's already checked all the brothels in Nouakchott and Port Etienne ... 


THE END
