Abducted In Africa
by Peggy Carter
(LLP-571)


CHAPTER ONE 

It was a day when even the incredibly flat sandy expanse of the Kalahari 
Desert looked good. Ordinarily Daphne Van Loeb was just a little afraid of 
visiting her friend, Jayne Van der Veen, who lived too close to the Bantu 
country for comfort in her friend's opinion. Jayne only laughed at Daphne's 
fears. As she said, if the native peoples decided to war against the Van der 
Veen estate, they could be seen coming for miles. But Daphne had grown up 
listening to tales of the Great Trek of 1835 and the trouble the Dutch had 
moving into the interior of South Africa. 

It was not until the 1850's or so that Daphne's ancestors had joined the 
Trek in order to escape the English who were then ruling the Cape of Good 
Hope. Yet like so many before them, they were attacked by the Matebele. The 
story passed down from one generation to the next how those fierce warriors 
would assemble their impis or well organized troops, into a crescent 
formation that closed in like pincers and then sliced the enemy to shreds 
with its strong center. Daphne could hear her own grandfather telling the 
story as though she had heard it yesterday. But what made it frighten the 
girl most effectively was her grandmother's comments that you couldn't 
expect the people to give up their territory without a fight, and that some 
day these people were going to rise up and take back what's theirs! 

But today Daphne had only one thing on her mind, and that was her engagement 
to Geoffrey Handle, definitely the most eligible bachelor in the entire 
world she kept telling her friend, Jayne Van der Veen as they sat together 
on Jayne's outdoor terrace overlooking the formidable Kalahari Desert. Jayne 
certainly wanted to be a good friend, but she was so totally infected by the 
warm, sensual weather that it was difficult to get enthusiastic about 
someone else's engagement when she could be putting her energy to the 
pleasures of her own love, which she was still trying hard to find. But 
Daphne went on and on, chattering non-stop about her wedding plans and the 
colors she wanted for this and that. 

"Do you think if I have the bridesmaids in blue that it will go with 
Geoffrey's coloring, though," Daphne suddenly asked with a thoughtful look 
on her sweet young innocent face. Jayne studied her pretty girl friend, her 
long light brown hair glistening in the desert sunlight, her blue eyes 
sparkling one minute and thoughtful the next as she jumped from ecstasy to 
concern and then back again. 

"I should think you'd be more concerned with how it looks on the 
bridesmaids," Jayne suggested a little impatiently. "I don't want a dress 
that goes with Geoffrey's eyes; I want one that goes with my own!" 

"Oh, but you can wear anything!" Daphne cried, which wasn't true at all. 

"A redhead can wear anything?" Jayne said somewhat angrily. 

"Oh, but you can, Jayne. Every time I look at your eyes, they seem a 
different color from blue to green to gray!" her friend assured her. "But 
Geoffrey's eyes are brown, and then with that light blond hair and dark 
eyebrows, I keep thinking green would be better." 

"But he's not wearing the color, honey!" Jayne tried to control her 
emotions. How like Daphne to think only of herself, thought her irritated 
friend. Every time she came to see Jayne, it happened after a long argument 
on the telephone first in which Daphne tried to persuade Jayne to go to her 
house instead because Daphne was afraid of the edge of the desert. But Jayne 
was not the kind of girl who was dependent on her friends. If Daphne didn't 
want to see her, that was fine with Jayne. So Daphne came although she never 
tired of arguing first about it. 

"Peach would be pretty!" the bride-to-be's face suddenly lit up. "I hadn't 
thought of peach! Maybe some peach and some yellow!" 

She didn't even notice the grimace on her friend's face. "Why don't you 
suggest he get a peach tuxedo then," she suggested grimly. 

Then Daphne flared. "You're not taking this at all seriously!" she accused 
Jayne. 

"I take what I wear very seriously!" Jayne retorted. "And you won't get me 
in peach, I assure you!" 

Then the fragile Daphne put her head in her hands and shut her eyes as she 
always did against a strong opponent to her will, shut her eyes tight until 
all she saw was back and colors and streaks and stars. "It's my wedding," 
she pouted. 

"If that's how you handle differences of opinion with Geoffrey, it's a 
wonder to me that he wants to marry you at all," the redheaded girl sighed 
wearily. 

At that, Daphne could not help but laugh. She took down her hands. "I do 
that out of habit," she admitted to her dearest friend who could never in 
the world be cozened into anything she didn't want to do. "But Geoffrey 
worries about me when I do it. It looks as though I'm holding my breath. He 
told me it was a habit," she added. 

Jayne took a sip of the cool iced Collins before her. She felt so warm and 
loose and ready for adventure. What was she doing here listening to Daphne's 
plans that would change and change and change again before she came to any 
decisions? The poor thing was frightened of making a decision as she was 
frightened of everything else. One of her ancestors had decided that the 
Matabele were not going to attack his party one night and had decided 
against drawing his wagons into a defensive circle. Needless to say, 
everyone except a few hiding children had been slaughtered. It had been a 
bad decision. Well, sometimes decisions are mistaken. It's always so easy to 
correct the past. But Daphne seemed to fear making the most insignificant 
decisions. Jayne was convinced that most of Daphne's problems stemmed from 
her story-telling family that dwelt on the pain suffered by ancestors, pain 
that was the result of their own foolishness. Yet Daphne was afraid of the 
most harmless blacks and actually superstitious about decision-making. After 
all, the Matabele were black so according to Daphne's silly reasoning, all 
blacks were today getting ready for an attack! 

"I guess I ought to try to break the habit," the light-haired girl said. 
Jayne didn't have the faintest idea what Daphne was talking about. She had 
forgotten what she had said before, but she did not ask her friend to 
explain. She just wanted to lean back in her chair, sip her Collins, and 
gaze out over the flat desert. Sometimes she saw one of the black Bushmen 
out there, loping along with his bow and arrow. Her father said they used 
beetle poison in their arrows. Sometimes one of the ebony figures would drop 
his long arm to the ground. Picking up a spiny melon, her father told her. 
Jayne was so accustomed to seeing the lonely looking Bushmen, and they were 
so far away, that it seemed more like her own private movie than anything 
fearful or even real. She knew they didn't waste their poisoned arrows on 
anything but food. 

Daphne finally became aware of her friend's preoccupation with something in 
her own mind, and for awhile she mused about her friend. Jayne had always 
preferred jumping around from boy to boy. When Daphne asked her what she 
would do when she ran out of boys, the intrepid Jayne had told her that she 
would move! Looking over the redhead's reclining figure now, Daphne could 
see that she wore no bra under her halter. Well, Daphne did it sometimes so 
she could feel the delicious sensation of her nipples gently rubbing the 
thin fabric of her blouse. But she did it in private and would certainly 
never let anyone know! Especially not Geoffrey! She knew how to make a good 
wife, and as her mother said, modesty was most important! She had already 
slipped up once along that line but that had been Geoffrey's fault. A year 
after they had met, the handsome boy had begun to coax her into more sexual 
play, and she finally allowed him to slip his hand under her sweater and 
touch her tits inside her prim bras. It was pleasurable to her and 
eventually she allowed him to do anything but actually take her panties down 
and make love. It was exciting and magical and though she would have 
preferred to have waited until their wedding day for all of it, she feared 
losing the handsome Geoffrey Handle. 

Then a short time ago something very disturbing had happened. She had never 
looked at another man besides Geoffrey, at least once she had met him and 
was old enough to know better. Yet a short time ago she had discovered that 
he was having an affair with an older woman, and when she found it out, she 
nearly went out of her mind. She closed her eyes for hours. She had no 
desire to look upon the evil world around her! She was not strong enough to 
confront him until he tried to find out what was wrong with her. Then she 
blurted it out. He was not ashamed or apologetic at all. He had accused her 
of forcing him to it because he couldn't have an affair with her! 

In her despair, she had had too many Collins to drink. She should have been 
more careful! He had taken her, tipsy, for a walk to talk about their 
problem along the river and away from her family. It had been even a little 
romantic. In spite of his trespass, she had been influenced by the warm and 
balmy air and the softly flowing water as they sat together on the sandy 
river bank. Listening to the river make soft sucking sounds as it nuzzled 
the tree roots that wove down the banking into the water like water snakes, 
she almost forgot that she was angry with him. It seemed as though all 
living creatures were chirping their love songs in the blackness of the 
night. Already a little hazy from drink, she found herself wishing she had 
brought a Collins with her. Then suddenly, she felt his hand beginning to 
unbutton her blouse. His fingers sent shivers through her and she did not 
want him to stop, although by all logic, she had every right to stop him. 
She was still the wounded party, a woman wronged, and here he was looking 
for a reward! 

Intuitively she understood that tonight was a decisive night. He was going 
to ask her to marry him and also ask her to make love with him. She was 
almost sure that if she refused to make love that he would never come back. 
She had reached in her alcohol-dimmed mind for a decision but there was none 
there. She was still groping for what to do when he had her completely naked 
and lying on the bank exposed to the few stars that watched. But that time, 
she felt she must make some show of resistance. But the minute she thought 
of resisting, she thought also of the possibility of losing him. Was there 
no way to decide? And then there was a third factor, a gentle stirring 
between her legs that made her feel that maybe this was what she wanted 
too... once! They had come very close to this before. There had been nights 
when they had necked and petted almost wildly in his car, their hands and 
fingers running all over each other's body. She had even stroked his 
desire-hardened young cock to cumming several times with her hand curled 
warmly around it. She had always had enough to drink so that she didn't mind 
all his hot impatient creamy liquid spurting all over her. But she had 
resisted his putting it inside her cunt, her mother's admonitions about not 
letting a man do such a thing ringing in her ears. 

But lying with him there that night it seemed as though the decision was 
being taken out of her hands. Their nude bodies were so warm in the balmy 
air, she knew that there was no possibility of her resisting and told 
herself that she would definitely lose him if she did. And she wanted him. 
She wanted him so badly that she actually hurt up inside her cuntal walls 
with a pain that was intractable. 

Then with a low moan, Geoffrey rolled over on his side and propped himself 
up on his elbow staring at her in the dimness of the night. 

She asked innocently, though she knew the answer, "What's wrong?" 

He didn't answer for a second, then in reply he merely took her little hand 
and placed it on his stonily erect and throbbing prick. 

"That's what's wrong," he said, his voice hoarse with desire. "At least 
once!" he begged when she didn't answer. 

Beneath her fingers, Daphne marveled once again at the feeling of his 
hardened veined cock in her hand. There was an awesome power there. It 
seemed to have a heart and mind of its own like a tall, proud bird. She 
could feel the hard fleshy ridges of its length, the soft rubbery hardness 
of its head. Tentatively her hand enclosed the trunk and she began gentle 
little movements, feeling the flesh-covered warm flexible steel rod. 
Geoffrey moaned with the touch of her hand, then his mouth found hers. Their 
wet tongues fought a heated battle for supremacy before he, with a strength 
that she had never experienced in him before, thrust his long tongue deeply 
down into her throat. He kept it there, and it seemed to her that his body 
had tensed as though he were trying to say something to her. He had moved 
closer to her and now she found it difficult to continue the stroking 
movements because of the proximity of their two bodies. 

Geoffrey seemed to relax somewhat after a moment though. He pulled his mouth 
away and began kissing her neck, shoulders, her ears. Breathlessly, she 
waited for his mouth to find her tits. She liked that almost best of all. It 
was a terribly sensual thing when his lips enclosed her nipples, when his 
teeth nipped into her tit, not painfully, but gently. Tonight, though, for 
the first time, Geoffrey did not stop at her tits. His wet tongue continued 
its excursion over the virginal flatlands of her abdomen. She was so lost in 
the wonder of his tongue, the fabulous trial of pure feeling it was leaving 
behind, that she didn't realize for a moment that its hot wet tip had moved 
down over her belly and reached the softly curling strands of her pubic 
hair. 

All of Daphne's moral upbringing suddenly was screaming at her. She knew 
what Geoffrey was about to do. After, all, he had asked often enough. It was 
bad enough to have to suffer a man's prick inside, but she saw no reason to 
let him do that perverted thing he intended. 

"Oh, no, you mustn't!" she cried, rolling away from him. 

"Why not?" he groaned feverishly, his voice guttural with desire. 

"It's not... not nice!" 

"I'd like to do that to you with my tongue. What's not nice about it?" he 
asked and she was frightened. 

"No!" she cried again. She couldn't be more emphatic in spite of her 
trepidations that he might get up and walk away, back to his older woman. 
But she felt his hands on her shoulders, gently pulling her over to face him 
again. He gazed down at her and she saw the puzzled expression on his face. 
Wordlessly then, because she didn't want to discuss it, she reached up and 
pulled his lips down to hers. Again there was that savage kiss, so unlike 
him, so intense yet so different from what she was used to. She felt his 
hands moving freely over her abdomen, then his finger slipping up inside the 
soft silken crotchband of her panties that she had not let him remove, and 
along her moistened cuntal slit bringing with it something akin to rapture, 
exciting, pleasurable, sensual. Daphne splayed out her legs wider, giving 
him freer access to her now openly naked cunt, and after a moment realized 
that Geoffrey had put both knees between her wide-spread thighs and was 
forcing them even further apart. He pulled his mouth away from hers and 
croaked, 

"I want to fuck you!" 

Instead of repelling her, the lewd phrase only brought additional wanton 
excitement to her virginal body, already aflame with desire. And, from what 
seemed to be a great distance, she heard her own voice responding, 

"Yes, darling. Do it to me! Do it this once! Fuck me!" 

She had always stopped him before, and Geoffrey stared at her in 
astonishment. Then, quickly before she could change her mind, he dropped one 
hand down between their bodies and holding her panties aside guided his hard 
throbbing cock toward the fur-lined pinkness of her pussy lips. 

Daphne's eyes widened and her heart skipped a beat as she felt, for the 
first time in her life, the spongy thick head of a male cock beginning to 
part the fleshy, desire-dampened layers of her love-starved young cunt. She 
could feel the stony cock throbbing powerfully as it began sensually 
stretching the hungrily quivering little lips. She tensed with the first 
electric contact between his prick and the sensitive edges of her fevered 
cunt. The sensation was so powerful that she was immediately shocked out of 
wanton excitement and back to a realization of the awful thing she was 
permitting him to do. This was detestable weakness on her part. Ever since 
she had known Geoffrey, she had been firm in her unswerving resolution to 
retain the priceless gift of her virginity until her marriage night. He 
hadn't even proposed to her yet, and maybe he wouldn't now! After all, there 
was that other woman! And her virginity was a gift that could be given only 
to one man and then one time only! Her entire body stiffened, and she 
reached up, pushing against his chest. 

"N... no, Geoffrey," she moaned. "I've changed my mind. I don't want to 
now." 

"Wh... what?" Geoffrey acted as if he couldn't believe what he was hearing. 

"Please, darling. No. I... I want to be able to have that for... for my 
husband. Don't you understand?" 

Now she could tell that he was really angry. A look of stern determination 
crossed his face. "You can't do that now to me! It's almost in!" he said and 
pushed forward. 

Then Daphne groaned and cried out as she felt the intense pressure of his 
hard cock against her tightly resisting virginal opening. She tried to screw 
her eyes tight and hold her breath but he paid no attention to her childish 
bid for dominance. The pressure grew and grew and then, suddenly, there was 
a tight little pop! 

"No... oooohhhhhh, no!" she moaned loudly. It was a wild combination of 
pleasure and pain just up inside her cock-stretched cunt mouth. It was then, 
after she got used to the burning inside of her, that she realized that she 
was no longer a virgin! There was no turning back anymore! She started 
rotating her hips slightly with cautious experimentation, expecting more 
pain to be the result, but she was surprised and gratified to find that her 
cooperative undulations actually helped stretch her vainly resisting cuntal 
sheath enough to lessen some of the hurt. So she increased her motions, 
grinding and twisting her naked young pussy curls erratically up against 
Geoffrey's thickly pistoning fucking hard cock as though she were glued to 
it. 

"Ooohhhhhh! Ooohhhhhh!" the diminutive Daphne chanted over and over, as she 
felt his lust-stiffened young cock burning between her thighs, hot and hard 
in her elastically stretching cunt walls. 

Yet she was still afraid, still feeling guilty at having lost that virginity 
she had held on to so dearly by her mother's advice. What if Geoffrey Handle 
did not marry her after all? What would she do then? Oh God! She had heard 
of an operation somewhere. Some doctor could sew in a piece of sheepskin 
every time it got broken! 

Geoffrey's eyes were glazed, dimmed with lust. They stared unfocused at her. 
Suddenly he shoved his hips forward in one jerk. Then, with a hoarse groan, 
he fell forward with his young powerful chest strong against her ripe young 
tits. At the same moment that his hips shot forward, the thick hot shaft of 
his implacably hardened cock fucked deep up into her virginal pussy with a 
great force. Then he continued to grind his way deeper, ever deeper into the 
previously secret, untouched caverns of her cunt until suddenly, with a loud 
groan of rapture, his scrotum hit rhythmically against the upturned cheeks 
of her smoothly curved young ass. He had fucked its full length all the way 
up into her! 

"Oooooohhhhh, Geoffffrrrrey! Please!" she groaned in a confusion of passion 
and guilt. She couldn't say no and she couldn't say yes! 

"Oh, darling," she whimpered. "I feel... I feel as though it's terribly 
wrong..." But her small protest fell on deaf ears. Yet her hips continued to 
move and writhe against him as if they had a mind of their own. Never before 
in her life had she experienced such overwhelming lust, or such fear and 
guilt at the same time. She could feel every rigid little muscle of his 
throbbing prick pressing, beating against her cuntal walls. His mammoth 
cock's head seemed so far inside her it seemed to be reaching to her navel, 
to her tits, to her brain! 

Her handsome boyfriend lay atop her, and she could tell that her reluctance 
was bringing him back to his normal sanity. There was a look of almost 
despair on his face, as though he had just realized the gravity of their 
act. Then he groaned, 

"I'm sorry, Daphne." 

"Oh, Geoffrey," she groaned. "It was my fault, too. I wanted to fuck you so 
much, but now... well, when I get married..." she could not continue, 
feeling only depression and disappointment in her breast. That was it! The 
moment her mother had told her to wait for! 

A tear ran down her cheek and Geoffrey licked it up with his tongue in a 
gesture of sweet affection. 

"I... I thought since you and I will probably... probably get married 
anyway," he started to say. 

"We will?" she asked, brightening a little. 

"Well, I didn't want to marry an icebox, Daphne," he said quickly. "They say 
that some women will avoid fucking once you marry them. I wanted to know 
where you stand!" 

She couldn't make out whether it was a proposal or not. But it was too late 
to be sorry about what had happened. The deed had been done. It was as much 
her fault for not stopping him as it was his. She hurt now, her conscience 
having taken over completely from her sensual self, her hot ardor having 
cooled in the poignancy of the moment. She loved him, nonetheless, in spite 
of what he had done to her... what they had done together. 

"I... I like sex," she stammered. Geoffrey made his prick jerk inside her 
rapidly two or three times, but her cunt no longer responded in passion. She 
couldn't seem to get re-involved in their love-making but could only endure 
it as he started fucking with her once more. Silently she cried beneath his 
weight, trying to ignore the pain in her heart. If only he would propose, at 
least! It was awful not knowing what he meant! She wanted their love-making 
to feel as beautiful and as wonderful as she had always imagined it would 
feel, but she could not recapture the arousing magic of just a little while 
ago. 

Slowly, he began fucking gently in and out of her defensive cunt. But she 
remained uninvolved. It seemed to take an eternity while she watched 
herself, detached, as if the act were merely a movie. But then she felt his 
pace increase and his breathing become rapid and ragged. She forced herself 
to grind her pelvis up to meet his powerful fucking, falsifying an 
enthusiasm she did not feel. A simple, clear-cut proposal could give her all 
the real enthusiasm she needed, but it didn't seem to be forthcoming. 
Abruptly she felt the pressure increase in her tight cunt as the mushroom 
head of his hardened prick ballooned in size. 

"I'm cumming," he groaned. "Ohhhhhhh, I'mmmmm cuuuummmmiinnnngg!" 

"Yes, darling," she crooned seductively, wanting it to end as soon as 
possible. "Cum! Cum up inside me now!" 

She felt the hot impatient spurts of his creamy semen wildly spewing out 
into her womb. Then he collapsed atop her. Moments later he lifted his head 
and asked, 

"Did you cum, too?" 

Nodding her head vigorously, she lied. Then weeping again, she put her arms 
around his back, pulled his sperm-drained body back down against hers, and 
stared up at the black limbs of an old leafless baobab tree. She had felt 
strong sexual feelings once. Sometimes, before that night, when they had 
been necking, she thought she would die from the pain of unfulfilled 
passion. She knew that buried inside of her was a sensual woman. But the 
night on the river bank under the baobab tree had frozen that part of her 
deep inside. It worried her, because the cold feelings had continued even 
after he had asked her, finally, to marry him. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

The two girls, having suffered enough of each other's silence, had taken 
refuge in calling yet a third girl and getting themselves invited to a 
buffet dinner. At last they had something to talk about for both girls were 
interested in discussing the proper ingredients of their favorite dishes and 
they, like everyone else around, had long tried to guess what their hostess 
for the evening put into her dried fruit curry, which they had, had at her 
house before. And so with Jayne driving her car because it was a 
convertible, they hurried along the dirt road for about ten miles before 
they came to a road block out in the middle of nowhere. 

"There's a car across the road!" Daphne cried. "Do you think there was an 
accident?" 

"I don't know, but we're going home," the older girl whispered as though 
anyone but Daphne could hear her. With that she swung her wheel around to 
the left, backed up, and turned to carry out what she had said. 

"Ooooohhh, look!" her girl friend cried out, in a squeal this time for 
another big black car like the one in front had pulled out from some 
shrubbery and had them boxed in now in both directions. 

"Christ!" Jayne swore and put her foot down hard on the accelerator, 
deciding to chance skirting the baobab tree on the right. But she saw, 
before Daphne had a chance to point them out and scream, that there were 
several black men holding rifles on the car, and it was clear that the only 
possible action she could take was to stop the car. 

Daphne had no control over herself at all. The poor girl was so frightened, 
probably more by the black faces than by the rifles, that her body did what 
it pleased, her brain was so frozen. As soon as the car stopped she had the 
door open and flew out. One of the men shouted for her to hold still, and 
Jayne shouted as well. Daphne knew somewhere in her head that she should 
stop, but her legs kept going without any direction from her whatsoever. She 
heard the heavy footsteps thunder after her, and it felt as though her body 
would lift into the air on winged feet, that something would happen, some 
miracle. And then it did. She felt herself lifted up, and it took several 
minutes for her to realize that the force lifting her was not an angel or a 
friendly unknown but the very man she was trying to escape! 

"What's the matter, baby?" the black man was saying as he grinned down at 
her. She was utterly paralyzed with terror and could only stare at him, 
shocked by the unbelievability of the situation. It was like having all of 
her nightmares come true at once! Maybe it was a nightmare, she thought 
fervidly. Maybe at any minute her mother would shake her shoulder. But the 
man put her down in the little group that had gathered around Jayne, and 
when she saw that Jayne was being tied and gagged and even blindfolded, 
Daphne knew that it was no dream and fainted dead away. 

When she came to, she had a hood of some kind over her head and felt the 
ropes on her wrists behind her. Surely this was some horrible mistake, she 
thought, panicked. What had she ever done to hurt these people? She had the 
sensation of driving, of being not uncomfortable in the deep leather bucket 
seat of the car, and she was still alive. Kidnapped! The word dawned on her 
terrified brain. She and Jayne had been kidnapped! But why? They were not 
girls whose parents could raise vast sums of money. They were both from farm 
families, whose wealth lay in the soil. Perhaps they had been mistaken for 
someone else. Yes, that was it. As soon as the mistake was known, they would 
be set free. Daphne tried to console herself with this hope all the while 
they drove. Yet it was difficult to keep her mind from what her, grandmother 
had said about the blacks of Africa rising up to take back their lands. Was 
this the beginning of that uprising? 

When they arrived at their destination, the girls were forced to climb a 
long, narrow staircase, walled in on either side. Daphne knew about the 
walls because, blindfolded, she would sometimes waver as she felt for a sure 
footing on the steps and would hit her arm smartly against the wall on one 
side. Then stumbling away, would hit her other arm against the other wall. 
The stairs creaked in places and there was a scary give to them as though 
they were very old and worn. No one hurried her although she knew from the 
gentle prodding she felt from time to time in her back that she was not to 
stop. At the top of the stairs, she had to wait briefly while a door was 
opened, and then they were all inside somewhere that smelled of dust and old 
wood like the stairs. But at last the blindfolds were removed, their hands 
were untied, and the gags were taken from their mouths. She noticed 
immediately that the room they stood in was all of unfinished, dirty-looking 
wood like an old warehouse, and there was a single bare light bulb hanging 
from the middle of the ceiling on a twisted pair of cords. Four, if not 
burly, strong looking black men were still in the room with them, and Daphne 
was too paralyzed to try to escape anyway. 

Before she had a chance to open her mouth and explain about the mistake the 
men must have made, a tall, lithe, very dark-skinned man, his hair cut close 
to the scalp in the typical African style, and dressed in European clothes, 
as they all were, spoke to the girls as politely as though they had come as 
guests in a limousine. 

"You will please excuse our poor reception room. We have every intention of 
trying to make your stay with us as comfortable as possible. I am Hussein, 
the leader of our group, and we have taken the liberty of identifying you as 
Daphne Van Loeb with the light brown hair and Jayne Van der Veen with the 
red. Your purses will be kept safely for you and nothing but your 
identification has been or will be touched." 

"Who... who are you?" Jayne blurted, but he did not acknowledge her words by 
so much as a batting of the eye. He continued. 

"We also hope that your stay will be a short one, not because we are 
inhospitable, but because we understand that you would prefer that, no 
doubt. However, it depends upon whether or not our demands upon the 
government are met promptly." 

Hostages! thought Daphne. We are hostages, and, God! What were their demands 
and what if no one met them at all? 

"We are preparing for the evening meal," he went on. "There is no way for 
you to get out, and everyone here..." He waved his hand in back of him. 
"...is a part of our group so there is no point in disturbing the peace by 
looking for allies. You will find none. No one will speak to you about your 
circumstances or our cause. If this is understood, then you are welcome to 
join us for the meal." 

They all started moving then as Hussein opened a door on the other side of 
the room, all except Daphne, whose feet felt like granite blocks holding her 
permanently in place. Instead of being prodded by the black men, it was 
Jayne who led her into the large room of people, all sitting around in small 
groups. In the center of each group was a large round dish with pieces of 
injera bread, and something that looked from a distance like hamburger and 
chili on top. The people were scooping up the meat with the injera bread in 
their fingers. It was not the kind of eating to which the two Dutch girls 
were accustomed, but it did look good, perhaps because after the fear and 
the excitement, they were both ravished. 

Then their captors attempted to lead Jayne to a group in one direction and 
Daphne to another group elsewhere, but the young bride-to-be clung to her 
friend with a grip of steel. There was not another white face in the entire 
room! 

"They're not going to hurt us," Jayne whispered. "I don't think there is 
anything to fear, but you have to eat!" 

"How... How do you know there's nothing to fear?" 

"Because we haven't hurt you thus far," Hussein broke in. "We had to treat 
you roughly in order to get you here. Obviously we don't wish you to know 
where we are, and that is for your own sake. We know you'll never see any of 
us again, but you could find this place if you know where it was." 

Daphne was fascinated by this man who, in spite of his being black, had a 
cultured, refined air about him as though he had had an excellent education. 
Somehow he inspired her to think rather than cower, and thinking, she 
realized that she was not going to better her position by fighting them, 
whereas there was every hope and possibility that by being cooperative, the 
polite man and his group would let the girls go. 

So finally, she followed one of the men meekly to a group separate from 
Jayne's. All around the room, the black people looked happy and relaxed. The 
young black man who had escorted her explained about the food. 

"Our cook is Ethiopian, and we have all grown fond of his wat," he told her. 
"It's very tasty. I'm sure you will enjoy it. I hope so," he politely added. 

Some of the groups had finished eating and were passing long stemmed pipes 
around to each other. Some of the people were wandering around the room as 
though they were at a relaxed cocktail party. Some of their clothes were not 
European at all but beautiful native costumes in brilliant colors. They gave 
the old unfinished room a colorful atmosphere, and in spite of herself, 
Daphne could not help feeling a growing excitement, a sign of relief and a 
growing sense of security, as she watched these exotic people mingling, 
touching and laughing. There was something very sensual about them, very 
warm. It was as though when one touched another, heart touched heart in a 
kind of communication that, mystified and awed the young girl. It was 
certainly not her first opportunity to see blacks socializing with each 
other. She could have seen it at the market if she hadn't taken pains to 
avoid watching. 

Her captor sat her at a table with two men and two women, apparently 
couples. They looked at Daphne with friendly faces and smiled. Among each 
other they spoke a native tongue and didn't try to talk to the young white 
girl. But one of the women reached with her fingers for a piece of injera 
bread and with that, scooped up some of the meat mixture and with a gentle 
smile, poked it toward Daphne's mouth. She was still too frightened to 
either refuse or think about it, but she noticed the man to her left doing 
the same thing at that moment for the woman with him. It was apparently a 
custom to feed each other, at least at times! Daphne's small mouth opened 
nervously and the spicy chicken mixture, for she discovered that was what it 
was, popped onto her tongue in its little napkin-like fold of injera. It was 
fabulously good, and one mouthful was enough to motivate Daphne to join the 
dining even though she was still a little fearful of the people dining with 
her. 

To Daphne, blacks had always been people who attacked Voortrekkers like her 
great-great-grandfather when he migrated inland over a century earlier. All 
of her life she had, had ample opportunity to see blacks in a different 
perspective, but she had never before been forced to look as she was now. 
Now she was amazed at their gentleness and sensitivity to each other and to 
her. Captive though she was, she was beginning to feel like a guest. 

Glancing around the room she watched Jayne at a table across the way, eating 
madly without any fear at all. Jayne was never afraid of anything! No matter 
what happened to her, it was a welcome adventure. Daphne knew that she must 
surely bore her intrepid girl friend at times, and she only bothered her 
flame-haired friend when she felt she had something exciting to talk about, 
like her wedding. Her wedding! Would it ever take place now? Would life ever 
be normal for her again? She was trying to imagine how life would go on as 
though this had never happened when a boy brought something to drink. She 
took the amber liquid and cautiously sipped it. It tasted strange and fruity 
and strong, but then she felt a warm relaxing glow inside. 

Almost immediately, the man who was behaving like her personal bodyguard, 
was standing above her. 

"Finish eating first, if you wish," he told her. 

"No... no thank you. I had all I want," she explained. "It... it's very 
good." She studied him now more closely. He was a pleasant looking man, 
young and energetic looking although he was dressed in a very conservative, 
dark European suit. He had a funny accent, too. 

"Would you like to split a number with me?" he asked kindly. 

"I... uh... I am afraid I don't know what that is," she explained. 

"A number is a joint." 

But she still stared at him uncomprehendingly. 

"And a joint is grass... weed... marijuana." 

"Oh." Suddenly she felt panicked. Did she have to do this thing? The drink 
was relaxing her, helping her to shed her inhibitions with this black man, 
but marijuana was another thing. Yet, she had resolved to be as cooperative 
as possible. After all, it could save her life, for all she knew! 

"Why, yes, thank you," she tried to smile. 

He took her hand in his arm and led her to the back of the room where there 
were some comfortable looking overstuffed chairs. While he took a 
ready-rolled from his pocket, she sat down in the arm chair offered her. 

"This is very good grass," he assured her. It comes from Columbia. You know 
that's in South America." 

"Yes," she murmured. 

He laughed and she began to place the accent. It was American... United 
States. 

"Are you from... from the United States." she queried, wishing to start a 
polite conversation. 

"Just came from there," he admitted. "But I only went to college there... 
Harvard," he said. "Don't tell me I've acquired that horrible accent!" 

She smiled softly. She had never in her wildest dreams thought she would be 
sitting and talking with a black man. But she was not only talking to him, 
she was attracted to him: He was absolutely the loveliest man she knew! 

"There's going to be a meeting shortly," he explained. "That's why everyone 
is here." 

"Will... will I be here?" she asked. 

"No. Of course not. You and I will find something else to do." He smiled 
warmly at her, and she could not help but pick up his infectious good cheer 
and smiled back in spite of herself. 

"Do you mind if I just sit down on the arm of your chair for a minute?" he 
asked, again politely. To her surprise, she did not mind at all. Then their 
bodies drew close for a moment as he leaned over to light the marijuana 
cigarette he had placed between her lips. Daphne looked at him reflectively. 
She could not get over her surprise to find that he was a real gentleman, 
sophisticated, dignified, and... and handsome! 

As he took the marijuana from her, she noticed his dark black hands. They 
were obviously very capable hands with manicured nails and long, sensitive 
fingers. He wore a pale blue turtle neck beneath his conservative dark 
jacket. Now that it was so close, she noticed that the jacket was navy with 
a very tiny pale blue pin stripe. And he certainly was not treating her like 
a captive! In fact, he was treating her with a great deal of respect as 
though he expected her to be an educated and interesting person like he was. 

"I guess you take good care of yourself," he said. "You don't abuse yourself 
or you would know what grass was. Drugs are all right in moderation. We 
don't go overboard here very often. Occasionally someone gets swept away, 
but it's usually accidental." 

Harvard! Daphne was thinking. He went to Harvard University. Goodness! 
Geoffrey hadn't even thought of going to college! She giggled. She was 
beginning to feel the effect of the acrid smoke now. Suddenly everything 
seemed so clear and so funny! She started to laugh uncontrollably, tears 
streaming down her face, as the realization hit her that her whole life so 
far was a massive error! The nicest man she had ever met was black! How 
could anyone explain such a phenomenon? Nobody had ever been more prejudiced 
than she, she thought. Although it wasn't so much prejudice as it was a 
childish fear of some people who existed over a century before. This man was 
a descendent of those people, perhaps, but so was she a descendent of the 
Voortrekkers, who probably looked as formidable to the Matabele and other 
tribes as the black men did to the white! A new wave of affection for her 
companion swept over her and she went to speak to him, but she didn't know 
his name! 

"I don't know your name," she said. 

"Oh! I'm terribly sorry. How did I miss telling you? It's Fuad," he said, 
smiling warmly again. She felt him draw close to her. "You're a very nice 
girl," he said and patted her hand paternally. Then he stood up. "Let me get 
you more to drink." 

Daphne glanced down at the empty drink in her hand. She was already feeling 
the combined effects of the alcohol and the marijuana. She shook her head 
and said, 

"No, thank you. I think I've had enough for now." Then she added, "This is 
my first time... time smoking grass and... and," she searched her head for 
the rest of her thought, but all she could think of was a new truth. "My 
first time being kidnapped," she giggled. 

Fuad did not laugh with her, but a strange amused smile played on his thick 
lips. She had never noticed before how the lips of a black man were like the 
full, exotic petals of a robust rose. He was definitely a very sensual man. 
He stood there looking down at her with a half-quizzical expression on his 
face, and without meaning to, Daphne smiled in a way that surely expressed 
her attraction to him. 

"I... uhuh... I'll be right back," he said, patting her hand suddenly. "I've 
got to see what I'm to do with you during the meeting. Someone should be 
around with dessert..." 

"Oh," she exuded enthusiasm. "Bring me some?" she asked coyly. 

He looked around the room and suddenly beckoned to the young boy who had 
served her before. The young man was carrying a tray of melk terts, and 
Daphne was lavish in her thanks to him. The little custard pies were her 
favorite, she told him effusively. While she was serving herself the tert, 
Fuad slipped away, and Jayne, in a more excited state than she from more 
marijuana and more alcohol, arrived at her chair. 

"Well, Daphne," her redheaded friend greeted her jovially. "I see you are 
feeling at home now. I told you they were wonderful and would never hurt us. 
Isn't this fun?" 

Daphne found herself smiling and responding gaily to her old friend; "Oh, 
yes! I've never had such a good time!" the dewy-eyed young brownette cooed. 
Jayne was alone and was gazing at her friend in open-mouthed speculation, 
her blue eyes wide. 

"You've landed yourself a beautiful black man," she said. "My guard is not 
so bad either though. He's gone off somewhere for a minute. Isn't this the 
craziest kidnapping?" 

In spite of her feelings for Fuad, Daphne felt guilty and uncomfortable when 
Jayne implied that she had "landed" the man. It had less to do at this point 
with the fact that he was black as it did with the now more important fact 
that she was, after all, engaged, and that did carry some responsibility. In 
spite of herself, she was feeling the chains of engagement... even wishing 
they did not exist! What was happening to her? Anyway, she would rather not 
face the truth of her new feelings and wished Jayne would not remind her of 
it. Why did her redheaded friend always make such a big deal out of 
everything? Daphne told herself that she liked Fuad as a person, nothing 
more. She felt safe and comfortable with him in what was, after all, a 
dangerous situation, no matter what Hussein or Jayne had to say about it. 

She tried very hard then to feel frightened, but then she felt something 
very, very strange. She took a deep breath and suddenly felt a strong, weird 
arousal stirring up between her white thighs and a sensual tickling in her 
cunt walls. She was frightened then all right... for all the wrong reasons! 
Geoffrey was not here. What right did she have to feel such things? Fuad had 
not even touched her yet. Yet here she was, feeling terribly sexually 
excited. She stood up suddenly, as if a change in her position would change 
the feelings in her body, but Jayne's hand held her from wandering away. 

"I think we ought to wait for the men," she cautioned and her friend turned 
on her. 

"I thought there was nothing to fear!" she said. 

"There isn't if we behave," Jayne reasoned and Daphne had to agree with 
that, since it had been her own conclusion as well. 

Jayne had sat on the arm of her friend's chair and now called joyously, 
"Here he comes! My handsome jailer!" 

The man was carrying a mirror and a tiny bottle with a bit of white powder 
in it. He handed them to the avid Jayne and turning to Daphne, bowed 
politely. He seemed smugly amused by something, and as Jayne held up the 
mirror, he took the little container from her and opened it. 

"Don't stir now, Daphne. This is very expensive stuff," Jayne cautioned her. 
"I had to beg for it so I don't want to lose it. Will you have some?" 

"What is it?" Daphne asked but received no answer. 

The black man who was guarding Jayne had sprinkled a thin line of the white 
powder on the mirror and Jayne, with a simple roll of paper, was inhaling 
it. Then the man passed the paper to Daphne, who could not decide whether to 
follow Jayne's example or not. She knew that Jayne did weird things, but 
nothing dangerous as far as she had ever seen. She did as she had seen Jayne 
do. She took the powder into one nostril through the paper and then the 
other. Suddenly she felt a wonderful glow, a sense of well being, and then a 
tremendous rush of energy. She looked up at the man. 

"Thanks!" she beamed. He smiled softly and then turned on his heel and once 
again disappeared. 

At that moment Daphne felt a hand on her leg. She looked down to find that 
Jayne had slid to the floor and with her eyes half closed, was gently moving 
her hand up Daphne's thigh. Daphne sat frozen, little tendrils of excitement 
spreading through her. Jayne's hand reached higher, almost to her now 
moistly seeping cunt lips. Daphne looked around, but no one seemed to be 
paying any attention, and she didn't know what to do about it. 

"Ooooohhhh, God!" she heard herself moan aloud as she felt her friend's 
finger crawling insidiously up between her thighs, curling hotly up under 
the already wetly drenched crotchband of her panties and slither teasingly 
up into the moistly pulsating mouth of her open cunt. Her whole lower body 
felt on fire as the obscenely flicking finger in her cunt wormed salaciously 
around up inside her like a miniature fucking cock. Suddenly she knew she 
had to pull away from this! She could not imagine what had come over Jayne, 
but she had to get away! 

"Please! Please don't!" she cried, pushing her friend's finger from her hot 
cunt and jumping quickly from the chair... or tried to. But Jayne's face was 
in the way and her redheaded friend suddenly reared up so that Daphne could 
feel her warm breath on her body and then up around her nipples. Despite 
herself, she felt her little nipples harden in response to this strange 
approach by her old friend! She was so strange! Never had she seen Jayne 
like this! She started mumbling incomprehensible things half under her 
breath and was looking straight into Daphne's shocked blue eyes with a 
burning stare... Finally she felt a reassuring presence push the avid young 
redhead away. 

"Where did she get that?" he questioned in an amused mumble. Fuad then 
reached for Daphne's hand and pulled her commandingly up from the chair. 

"Come," he said sternly. "I think I had better take you to a quieter 
atmosphere. They will be starting the meeting at any moment anyway, and you 
are not permitted to be present." 

"All right," she said, forgetting that she didn't really have any choice in 
the matter. He was a master at helping her forget this. She trusted him. She 
was sure she never would have left the chair with just anyone! 

Staggering slightly, she let him help her regain her balance as she felt 
again that wonderful sense of euphoria she had felt when she had first 
inhaled the white powder. With Fuad's strong arm tightly around her waist, 
she could feel the warmth of his powerful right hand resting firmly on her 
hip, she could feel each of his sure fingers pressing gently on the swell of 
her wide bottom. Somewhere in the distant recesses of her alcohol and 
drug-fogged mind an alarm bell clanged, but it was so muted that she wasn't 
sure what it was for. After all, Fuad could be trusted and she had no choice 
but to cooperate with him anyway, she thought happily. 

Had her mind been less confused with drugs and alcohol, she would have 
noticed the hungry look in Fuad's dark eyes as he gazed down at her proud, 
upthrust young tits so enticingly outlined under the thin halter of her 
dress. She would have realized that his hand on her hip was making subtle 
little circular motions around her soft rear, barely perceptible but quite 
possessive. Under normal circumstances, furthermore, she would have noticed 
the change in his demeanor as heated desire overcame the fragile barriers of 
a former courteous chivalry. 

Looking down at her, the young African kidnapper felt his groin tightening. 
Without hardly even touching her, without doing hardly anything but watching 
her young vibrant white body, he had already begun to get an erection. She 
would have to be handled carefully, he thought. There was no doubt in his 
mind of her interest in him. Whether she realized it or not. He had seen it 
growing since dinner was over. He had asked Hussein if it would be all right 
to have her, and Hussein had said that it had to be done to her without an 
overt aggressiveness. So Fuad would make no fast moves, nothing to put her 
off and everything to entice her to want him. 

He knew instinctively that she was not far from virginity. Possibly she was 
one, but he doubted that. She had the knowledge of sex in her body although 
it was possible for a woman to get this by herself. Yet, Jayne's advances, 
which he had seen, had alarmed her. She might have been embarrassed. Well, 
he would surely find out if she were a virgin. There were certain little 
things she did, though, like the way she moved and talked that led him to 
believe that she had begun sex in a rudimentary way and that there was a 
wild untapped streak of wantonness in her white body that even she was not 
yet aware of. He vowed to unveil that streak. Maybe not right now, not 
tonight, nor tomorrow, but before she left here. He had absolutely no doubt 
that given time, he would have her naked young white body enslaved to his, 
and moaning in sexual delirium beneath him. 

Very gently he steered her into the room that was to be hers while the girls 
were hostage. It was of necessity, a windowless room. The girls were, of 
course, not to be allowed near any windows. All doors to the outside rooms 
were carefully locked. 

Daphne, in her euphoric state, suffered a half-fleeting moment of complete 
awareness, and she realized that she was in a shabby room with a comfortable 
looking but hardly luxurious bed and an overstuffed chair. Before she 
realized what was happening, she was sitting and then lying full length on 
the bed. She sat up quickly, swaying and attempting to focus her eyes, her 
heart pounding in alarm. She saw that Fuad was locking the door and at last 
she felt like a prisoner. 

"Fuad," she gasped. "What are we doing here?" 

"Waiting for the meeting to get over. Remember?" 

His dark face and the gray wood of the room were rapidly going out of focus 
again, and she was having a terrible time keeping upright. 

"I... isn't there someplace else we can stay?" she asked, struggling to 
regain her feet but succeeding only in falling backward on the bed. 

Fuad only laughed and called out, "Whoa, there. Steady, Daphne. Come on," he 
coaxed. "Try staying up. Or better..." He went to a big piece of furniture. 
Daphne could barely make out that it was a dresser and that there was a 
bottle and glasses on the top. "We may as well relax while the meeting is 
going on." He poured some of that same amber fruity liquid into one of the 
tall glasses and brought it to her. "Try to drink a little of it. It will 
mellow you out." 

She allowed him to hold her close and pour some of the delicious drink 
through her lips. 

"That's a good girl," he said gently, as though he were trying to soothe a 
child in a temper. He sat down and put his left arm completely around her 
shoulders, supporting her swaying figure in an upright position. He felt the 
incredibly supple warmth of her upper body. "Here, try sipping a little more 
of this." He held the glass near her mouth until Daphne had taken four or 
five deep swallows, then he permitted her to fall back onto the bed again. 
As she slowly slipped sideways, her little skirt hiked all the way up over 
the tops of her full white thighs, almost as if it were pulled by a Venetian 
blind cord. He saw her soft, brown, curl-matted young pussy mound through 
her near-transparent lacey bikini panties, and observed the fact that they 
were quite wet from her cunt juices! It was this sight, more than anything 
else, that made his cock throb and prompted his final decision to fuck her 
now. Until that very moment he had been prepared to let her off, one way or 
the other for her first night of captivity. Now, though, knowing there was 
easy access to her obviously cock-starved little pink cunt and not even a 
lot of undressing and fumbling to do, he would wait no longer to fuck the 
living shit out of this young, almost virginal white girl. 

Fuad bent down and lifted her limp legs onto the bed, laving them splayed 
apart, leaving her exposed, he then pushed a pillow beneath her head. She 
smiled sensuously without ever opening her eyes. Next, he went over to the 
chair and removed all of his clothes, folding them neatly and laying them 
over the back. 

Daphne was floating in another world, the combination of the strong alcohol 
he had fed her and the cocaine running through her. Lying flat on her back 
with her white thighs apart, legs slightly cocked at the knees. Fuad could 
see plainly the plump mound of her wetly seeping cuntal crack and the full 
ripe split-mounds of warm creamy flesh below that denoted the beginnings of 
her deliciously proportioned asscheeks. 

Softly curling strands of her pubic hair peeked sensuously out from under 
the elastic legbands of her little panties. It was all he could do to keep 
from immediately spreading her shapely thighs obscenely wide and painfully 
fucking his throbbing cock deep up inside her nakedly exposed young cunt 
spread out so succulently pink there before him. Only by exerting an 
inordinate amount of self-control was he able to go more slowly with her. He 
didn't want to screw up the chance of getting her into a nice willing 
coupling. One way or the other, he planned on fucking the fat white titties 
off this beautiful young white woman! 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Daphne was not even aware of it when the handsome Fuad eased her sandals off 
her feet and teased soft wet kisses along the pink bottom of her foot and up 
the back of her smooth calf. Nor did she realize what he was doing when she 
felt her hips being raised up. She never felt her scanty little nylon 
panties being pulled down over the pale smoothly rounded curves of her 
asscheeks and thighs and slid silkily down her naked shapely white legs. 

Slowly the heavily breathing young black man spread her voluptuously 
shimmering white thighs wide apart, bending and raising the right knee until 
it lay limply against the wood of the wall. The left foot he simply let 
trail on the floor. Her nakedly exposed young pussy-hole was open, pink, 
wet, and vulnerable now to his gaze and advances. With quickening breath, he 
knelt down on the bed between her sensuously spread legs and stared inches 
away with lascivious eyes at her soft, light brown pubic hairs and the soft, 
coral-pink lips of her now completely open and defenselessly waiting young 
pussy. It seemed as if they were a magnet pulling his gleaming black face 
toward them. Her silken cunt called out, begging to be licked, to be tongued 
wetly up into like the most succulent forbidden fruit from the Garden of 
Eden. The hardness of his heavily throbbing black cock rubbed against the 
fold of a blanket and made his balls ache. He had never felt more sexually 
driven than he did at this moment. He could feel the warmth of the bed under 
his knees and the warmth of her smooth, soft inner thighs against the palms 
of his black hands as he pressed them even further apart. 

It was not until her smoothly tapered young legs were completely widespread 
that Daphne began to regain some semblance of consciousness, and even then 
she was incapable of evaluating completely what was happening and being done 
to her. She knew her naked, panty-stripped young ass was on a rough blanket 
that had gotten mussed and therefore uncomfortable, that her bare legs were 
spread very wide apart, and that warm hands were stroking the smooth insides 
of her fleshy thighs. For a moment she thought that she was back on the 
river bank with Geoffrey and that the mussed blanket was the grass and roots 
and pebbles of the banking. Her cunt felt so good, so very good and hot! 

Fuad sensed that she had snapped out of her languorous drug and alcohol 
stupor momentarily. He waited, braced for some fight or protest, then felt 
her momentarily stiffened white thighs relax and fall limply and obscenely 
open again, her sandy-fringed cuntal lips flaring even wider. He grinned and 
licked his lips. She either was too drunk to care any more, or she just 
didn't know what he was about to do. Either way, her hot little cunt was 
open and wet, inviting him to go ahead. He could ask her if she had ever 
done it before, but he knew that she would not know, in her present drunken 
condition, what he was even talking about. 

Quickly then, he slithered forward until his face was just above the soft, 
wetly glistening little pink slit between her ripe thighs. Never before had 
he seen such a succulent, mouth-watering little cunt. The cuntal lips were 
pink and perfect, looking almost as if they belonged up between the legs of 
a young child instead of a woman in her early twenties, as he judged her to 
be. Her pubic hair was silken and the tiny, sparely used cuntal mouth was 
small, delicate, tight and timid. Slowly then, as though he were savoring 
every second, he lowered his face, his pink tongue slithering snake-like out 
between his gleaming white teeth. 

Once, he licked, getting a taste of her, and then, spreading her voluptuous 
young white asscheeks outward with his deft thumbs, slowly and gently his 
wet tongue moved from her little clitoris to the star of her tiny anus and 
was rewarded with an almost inaudible moan of sexual response. His tongue 
then retraced the wetly teasing path it had just taken, and this time he 
felt the tendons of her inner thighs tighten and her soft pelvis slowly rise 
and jerk slightly upward toward his face. Spaced out or not as she was, her 
ripe little cunt was responding, for he tasted the first cock-hardening 
secretions of the girl's feminine musk as her pussy, of its own volition, 
prepared itself for her being fucked, by seeping out its warm, slickly 
welcoming lubricant. 

Daphne was dreaming. But she couldn't make out whether it was the blond, 
black-eyebrowed Geoffrey or the handsome black Fuad who was making 
beautiful, gentle love to her. It felt wonderful, whereas before, on the 
river bank, it had been wicked and unsatisfying, never this exciting. In her 
dreamlike state, her fuck-deprived cunt was responding fervently! Then 
momentarily she regained full command of her senses once again, and thinking 
she was stopping the over-eager Geoffrey, she struggled to sit up, but found 
her nakedly spread lower white body pinned tightly to the bed. What was 
happening to her? Why was she completely naked from the waist down? Who? 
What? She finally raised her head and saw the closely cropped kinky black 
hair of a stranger's head down between her lewdly open thighs. This was not 
Geoffrey and she was engaged to be married! 

"No!" she screamed. "You mustn't!" 

Fuad, instead of bothering to answer, simply licked aside her delicate pubic 
curls and flicked his wet tongue full length into the warm, slippery depths 
of her pussy walls and licked away like a dog at a bitch, using his nose to 
titillate the tiny, unconsciously pulsating nipple of her clitoris. 

"Aaaaagggghhhh. No! No! Please! Oh God, you don't understand!" 

The young black man heard her protesting groans and knew now that he would 
not stop licking her pink flowered cunt until she was so sexually aroused 
she could not help but let him fuck her. It was now or never. She wouldn't 
let him ever willingly fuck her in the future if he stopped now, and if she 
complained too much about being raped, they would probably send her a 
different guard. But if he continued and she liked it? Who could tell. So 
thinking, he tightened his powerful muscular black arms wrapping them about 
her soft white thighs and buried his rapacious tongue even deeper into the 
heatedly quivering young white girl's exposed pussy lips, fucking her hotly 
between her open legs. 

Fear and repugnance and... and sublime pleasure were battling each other for 
supremacy in poor young Daphne's mind. Instead of reality, this was some 
strange dream too wicked and obscene to even comprehend. And still, though, 
the earlier pleasure of that dream was not to be denied. Her nerve endings 
down there were being serenaded by a wicked velvet tongue that licked, 
sucked, and caressed her all at the same time. It was hateful, outrageous, 
horrible... and beautiful. 

"No... no," she whimpered dutifully, flinging her arm up against her 
forehead and clenching her eyes shut as if he would understand the gesture. 
"Stop! Oh God! Please stop licking me! Please, have mercy! Oh, please! Let 
me up, please!" 

The black man's only reply was a hard tongue fucking, deep up into her 
treacherously gripping cuntal walls. 

"Oh, Fuad..." she squealed, as she suddenly remembered who he was. "Please 
don't. Please have mercy! You can't do that! Don't! Don't lick me! Please! 
I'm engaged to be married!" 

But she felt weak, and her voice was low and didn't sound convincing or loud 
enough to be heard by anyone but him, and he was intent on seducing her. She 
wasn't about to sway him and his long pink tongue simply licked her longer 
and deeper, it traced a zig-zag pattern down through her wet pubic curls 
from clitoris to asshole again, then came back and speared again up into the 
seeping hole of her tiny, tightly clenched cuntal opening. Several times in 
rapid succession, he flicked his tongue wetly in and out between the inner 
and outer lips of her pussy, tongue-fucking her in earnest now. 

Daphne began begging and then moaning piteously as she felt powerful 
sensations overriding all other emotions and bodily functions. "Oh, Fuad... 
Fuad... pleeeeuuuuzzzz!" And then she thought of Geoffrey. If he could see 
her now, skirt up around her waist, her white shapely legs spread wide, 
another man's head... a black man's head... pressed tightly up between them, 
he would never, never, have her back. He would lose whatever love he had for 
her and she would be abandoned completely. If only... if only Geoffrey were 
here and could give her these feelings! 

"Fuad? Fuad?" 

The last was a shout as his strong teeth nipped the sensitive pink bud of 
her clitoris and began nibbling gently. "Oh, God!" she gasped, then fell 
back against the bed, weakened by the intense feeling and sudden 
uncontrollable hunger down between her helplessly trembling thighs. She made 
one last protest, "Don't! Please! My fiance! Oh God, he'll never 
understand!" 

Fuad looked up, smiling evilly, his face shining, glistening blackly with 
his own saliva and worse, her excitedly flowing cuntal juices. 

"Haven't you ever been fucked before little white girl?" 

"W... well, yes," she admitted weakly. "B... but...." 

"And what does your fiance do for sex? Does he get it from you? It sure 
doesn't look it. This little pink pussy doesn't look like it has ever been 
touched properly. He need never know what you do in this room. Before you 
tell him what we've done, make him tell you what he's done!" 

A shudder ran through her white belly as the common sense of the black man's 
advice penetrated her objections. Geoffrey was never sorry at all for his 
affair with that other woman! That was true. Of course, he was not engaged 
to her then. Still... Oh, she could not decide and she sank back helplessly 
on the bed as Fuad simply lowered his chin again and ran his hot hard tongue 
wetly along one side of her outer layer of vulva, watching her with smug 
amusement as he did so. 

Her face grimaced in protest, in what was obviously a fight for her 
self-control. She was helpless, he knew, she was his now. His to do what he 
wanted with. She might think she was still capable of fighting him, but he, 
and her hotly flowing little pink pussy was in command of her body, and it 
was going to betray her for a kind of love she had had too little of. 
Satisfied, he let his eyes feast hungrily on the now fully blossomed cunt 
lips which had grown in size and color since he began his ministrations. 
There was life in those lips, and no masterpiece in any museum could ever 
compare with the picture before him, framed so delicately with incredibly 
soft, light brown pubic curls. One single drop of her seeping pussy juice 
clung like a small translucent pearl to the little curls of hair. The entire 
cuntal area looked like the corolla of some ruby-colored flower and, in the 
middle where the stamen ordinarily would be, there was the thin, vertical 
little slit of her cunt, dripping silvery clear nectar. Even as he watched, 
it puckered and unpuckered in sensual excitement, looking for all the world 
like the mouth of a hungrily gulping fish. 

"Look down at me, Daphne," he commanded her, and there was something in his 
stern voice that reminded her for the first time that she was a prisoner 
here and without any real rights. She lifted her head to him obediently. She 
watched petrified and stiff as he placed his black thumbs on her cuntal 
opening and peeled her softly yielding pussy lips apart as though it were 
sections of some succulent fruit being separated. The soft curls of her 
pubic hairs gave wetly away, exposing the flaming ruby beauty of her 
vertical little cuntal mouth to his lust-dimmed gaze. She moaned helplessly 
in unwanted pleasure as he breathed heavily against the sensitive pussy 
lips. The expelled hot air from his throat grazed raw nerves down there and 
her entire body reacted as she heard his accompanying lewd, lascivious 
statement. 

"I'm going to eat your little pussy, now, Daphne. I'm going to tongue-fuck 
you good, and there is nothing you can do about it, so relax, and no guilt. 
But do not worry, if no one has ever licked you before, then you're in for a 
beautiful surprise." 

She saw his black face drop and his pink tongue come out to wetly probe her 
guilt-quivering cunt. That was the last thing she saw. With this hot, wet 
contact between tongue and cunt, she simply was forced to let everything go. 
Her hot white body was still filled with the combined aphrodisiac drugs of 
alcohol, marijuana and cocaine and responded automatically, jerking 
convulsively as she ground her swelling hips down desperately into the bed 
in a vain effort to escape his long raping, fucking tongue that wiggled like 
a sidewinder up one side of her exposed cunt and down the other. An animal 
groan bubbled out of her throat. 

"Oooohhhh, my God! Please! Fuad... Fuad, oh, please!" 

Please what? Fuad wondered to himself with an inner chuckle. Did she mean 
please stop or please continue? He raced his wet tongue faster up the 
dilated pink hole between her open white thighs. He used the tip of his nose 
to tease against the hotly throbbing little titty of her erect clitoris 
repeatedly and each nudge brought a low gasp from the helplessly immured 
girl. She raised her head up, panting, to look down over her plump white 
tits and this time her mind was painfully clear enough to see everything. 
She saw his kinky black bobbing head framed between her sleek white 
widespread knees. Her sundress was bunched up high above her hips and she 
could even see Fuad's glistening high cheekbones as his black face bobbed up 
and down against the sandy-colored curling triangle of her naked young pussy 
hair! 

Her protection against the confusion of desire and shame now was to watch 
him with a feeling of shocked detachment. It was like a dream, not something 
that was really happening to her. And God! It felt so wonderful, but if 
Geoffrey could see her now, if Geoffrey could see his sweet innocent 
bride-to-be lying spread eagle on a bed with this strange black man licking 
hungrily up between her white legs... why he would be horrified, repelled 
and... and why did he have to know? If she couldn't stop it, must she tell 
anyone later what had been done to her against her will? Jolts of lascivious 
pleasure and little zephyrs of pure wantonness pervaded her entire being now 
as Fuad's powerful black hands released her captured thighs and slipped 
under her white ass, cupping and squeezing the moist, soft, yet firm warm 
flesh of the hotly trembling asscheeks. His wet tongue and mouth continued 
to grind further and further into the succulent valley of her hotly 
squirming young cunt. Without volition, she dug her shoulders into the bed, 
sucked, in her stomach muscles and raised her pelvis, making Fuad's tongue 
bury itself even deeper up into her open wet cunt mouth. Lewd, wet sucking 
and slurping sounds echoed throughout the room, driving her mad. His black 
hands gently pulled apart the pink crack between her asscheeks, and then one 
adventuresome finger began exploring the opening to her tiny puckered little 
rectum. 

Now, guiltily, she thought of Geoffrey again and the one or two times he had 
tried to lick her pussy this way, and the coldness of her refusal, 
especially that night on the bank of the river. Why hadn't she known how to 
tap the bliss her body was capable of? After all, she had always liked to be 
fondled and caressed, loved the touch of Geoffrey's mouth on her tits and 
neck and shoulders. He was only trying to kiss her up between her thighs! 
Was that so abhorrent. If only she had known the exquisite pleasure in store 
for her! 

But the vision of her fiance was fading again as she began to let herself 
feel everything. She began a whimpering moaning low in her throat, 
shamefully obvious sounds of her pleasure. Oh, if only she had known the 
inherent wantonness of her own body, she never would have touched those 
drugs and that marijuana unless... unless he would have raped her anyway! 

"Oooohhhh God! God, I can't stand it!" 

As his hands kneaded the soft sweaty globes of her pliantly yielding 
asscheeks, Fuad heard her sharp gasps of delight. The sound caused a surge 
of new lust in his already over-aroused black body, and he drew her limply 
cooperating white legs up and around his neck, her soft, inner thighs so 
smooth and damp pressed hotly against his ears. Moments later, he had the 
smug satisfaction of knowing that she had voluntarily locked her little 
ankles together behind his head in a submissive sign of her consent and 
cooperation. He continued to fuck her orally, using his wet pink tongue to 
run lewd sensuous circles around her fully erect little clitoris, nuzzling 
his nose back and forth as he darted his fucking tongue deep into her 
pulsating pussy, feeling the soft, hair-rimmed pink lips grind sensuously up 
against his mouth with increasing strength as her aroused body spasmed and 
writhed upward in a now hungry effort to bring more and more of his mouth 
into contact with the wetly glistening flesh of her openly, exposed cunt. 
His middle finger again sought out the tightly clenched rubber ring of her 
asshole, and a low inarticulate moan was wrenched from her throat as he 
probed crudely and teasingly at the virgin hole. Abruptly his hot wet mouth 
moved down, down, all the way down where his tongue flickered like summer 
lightning against the brownly puckered little hole. 

As she felt the touch, felt the wild sensual pleasure surge like a seismic 
wave through her, Daphne's blue eyes blinked wide open. This was so nasty! 
Evil! He must stop! She must make him understand he shouldn't do this! 

"Oh, God, Fuad! Don't do that! Oh! Please! Oh you mustn't do things like 
that to me! You mustn't do that! No! No!" she whimpered wildly, her voice an 
unrecognizable hiss of lust. "You must not!" The last was shut off in 
mid-sentence as her evilly betraying body wantonly used her heels to press 
the back of his head in even tighter, deeper, endeavoring to assist, to rape 
her own ass with his tongue! She flailed her head from side to side, trying 
to shake off the horrible shame at the realization she had lost complete 
control of her traitorous emotions. She began to weep hot tears as the hotly 
slavering black man now fucked the tip of his wetly heated tongue up into 
her forbidden little asshole! 

"Aaaaagggghhhh," she grunted softly between whimpering sobs, then, 
"Ooooohhhh! Ooooooooohhhhhhhh God!" 

Her little white body began to boil with the exquisite tingling of raw nerve 
ends as Fuad started his voracious licking of the hapless white girl's 
cuntal crack again. She knew that further fight was useless. She didn't want 
to deny this intense delight he was bringing her. Suddenly, as the inner 
flesh of her tongue-filled pussy began to vibrate, she knew she was closer 
than ever before to the wild, orgiastic cumming she had too long denied 
herself. She, of her own volition, spread her sweaty-fleshed thighs wider 
and ground her burning, desire-filled loins up wantonly to his face, her 
only wish now to aid this black man, this master of her body, of her nakedly 
grinding cunt. She ground her throbbing widespread cunt lewdly against his 
face, reveling to the pit of her heart and soul with insane delight of the 
crude, forbidden pleasure he was licking up into her sensuously responding 
loins. 

Her body was rapidly building up to that slow sweet agony of cumming. She 
could feel the mighty vapors beginning to build up into towering, 
frightening thunderbirds in her hot, love-starved pussy. This buildup could 
not last much longer or she would cataclysmically explode into a million 
screaming little pieces flying off in all directions. Before she had begun 
to suspect that she was one of those women who could not physically or 
emotionally achieve that summit of god-like sensation she had read about, 
but now she knew she was close. It had been denied her by the river bank, 
but it was not going to be denied her this time! It couldn't! 

The excited black man sensed that she was reaching across a previously 
unbridged gulf, and he fucked his middle finger deep into her 
saliva-moistened asshole. It went in easily, the hole having been softened 
and well lubricated, enlarged by his strong tongue. At the same moment, he 
began concentrating on her tiny, hotly jerking clitoris with his tongue. 

Daphne writhed and twisted, bubbling wild mewls of passion, her hot red face 
twisted in a grotesque masque of feral lust which was almost frightening in 
its intensity. She was close. Closer. 

"Ooooohhhh! Ooooohhhh God! God! God! God!" she chanted as he screwed up into 
her hotly clasping cunt harder with his wild tongue. She was only vaguely 
conscious that his hands were teasing her asshole and clitoris with tingling 
fingers of flame, and she gasped hoarsely, wailing out with a panting breath 
that came more and more rapidly. His big implacable twisting tongue burrowed 
ever deeper into her pussy, and she could feel it trembling deeper inside 
her, flickering, touching, licking everything. 

Suddenly then, in one gigantic thunderclap of wildly exploding agony and 
ecstasy, the massive towering storm clouds of lust in her cunt split wide 
open! She had bridged the gulf and now she was swinging wildly, soaring 
high, high, higher than she had ever thought possible. She was Icarus with 
wings of wax reaching for the sun, only she would reach the sun and the wax 
would not melt before she herself melted into that wonderful heat! There she 
was! 

From a distance too far off to comprehend, she unexpectedly heard her own 
shrill cry of delight and the scream. 

"I'm cumming! Oh God! Please don't stop licking my cunt! Don't stop! Oh! 
Please! Lick my cunt! Ah! Aaaahhhhhh! Aaiiiiieeeee! I'm cumming, 
cuuummmiinnnggg!" 

Fuad's head was almost knocked off his shoulders by the violence of her 
pelvic thrusts as she jerked, and heaved her wildly spewing young pussy 
insanely up against his face. Once, she hit him so hard that he thought for 
sure his nose would be bloodied. Her sweaty thighs, locked around his black 
head, had tightened like the fleshy grip of a reticulated python, and her 
little heels beat a tarantella of sheer, implacable lust against his 
shoulder blades. 

Finally her ravaged white body collapsed back down into the bed as the 
tumultuous storm ended. Now she could feel the roughness of the messed 
blanket, the dampness of her forehead, and loins, the sweat on her belly and 
breasts, and armpits, the heaviness of her breathing. 

Fuad continued gently kissing and nibbling at her seeping cuntal lips until 
he felt the last delicate tremors subside, then he pulled his head up from 
between her still slightly trembling white thighs. 

"Well?" he asked softly, casting the blanket about, trying to smooth it 
down. 

The only answer was a sudden welling of a flood of tears in her eyes, and 
these began streaming down her face on both sides. "I'm so ashamed," she 
sobbed. 

"Don't feel that way. You couldn't help yourself." He laughed at her obvious 
distress. "You needed that very badly. It's just as bad for a woman to be 
stopped up as it is for a man. It's something not many white people seem to 
know. You're lucky I was here to help you!" 

"But... but I'm engaged," she wailed. "And I love my fiance! You shouldn't 
have done it! And I shouldn't have... It... it's not fair to him!" 

She heard his sudden movement and looked down frightened toward him. He was 
kneeling over her now, his face grimacing in hungry passion. Her eyes 
trailed on down his broad chest and flat stomach to the huge erect black 
prick which stood out like a telephone pole from his kinky pubic hair! His 
hands began to stroke his cock, pulling the glistening black foreskin slowly 
back to reveal the one Cyclopean eye which peered darkly and evilly at her. 
Lord! It was so big! Far, far larger than Geoffrey's! She was fascinated by 
the immensity of its girth and length. Remembering how much she was 
stretched by being fucked that one time by her fiance's smaller prick, she 
wondered now in her still highly-aroused state, how she would react to this. 

"It's my turn now, little white girl," Fuad said, laughing, watching her 
with amusement how her innocent face filled with obvious distress. "We must 
be fair. I'm going to fuck you, now, Daphne, and when my big black cock gets 
all the way inside you, you're going to experience ten times the pleasure 
that you just now had. I'm going to really fuck you now, baby, and you are 
going to love every second of it!" 

She could not tear her eyes from that monstrous black rod which he held in 
his hand, and his obscene words both frightened and excited her as she gaped 
at it in complete submissive awe. She found her errant mind wondering if he 
really could bring her the pleasure he bragged of. After all, he had been 
right before! He had brought her up to, and then escorted her through, 
thresholds of unbelievable sensuality and carnal delight that she had never 
before believed could exist. 

"Now, Daphne, you must put it in for me," he then ordered her. "Tonight, I 
have shone you that I am your master and so you must serve me now. So put my 
big cock inside of yourself!" Forgetting completely that she was his 
prisoner and that she had resolved to fully cooperate for the sake of her 
own life, she decided she just had to refuse strongly this time, It was 
horribly obscene for him to ask her to do such a thing! To humiliate her 
this way! "No! No, please Fuad! Dear God, no I can't! Don't do this to me. I 
love my fiance so much and I feel so guilty! Please don't make me?" 

"Take it!" he demanded, and in his heated desire for her luscious young 
white body, he grasped her arm above the elbow, perhaps a little too 
tightly. "Take the cock of your black master and put it inside your white 
body!" 

"You... you're hurting me," she wailed. 

"I won't hurt you if I don't have to, but you will do as I say! You have had 
your release. You cannot now refuse me mine! You are going to be fucked by 
me now whether you want it or not! But do not worry, you had a nice orgasm 
with my tongue. And now, with my black cock inside of you, you will have 
more!" 

"Fuad, I..." she started to protest again, but then she began to feel his 
hand placing hers on his long thick cock, she felt the magnetic pull of his 
hotly throbbing veined black cock and she began to feel a helpless wanting 
in her juicing cunt once again. Her hand, almost hypnotically, dropped 
between their bodies where it encountered the hotly pulsing immensity of his 
stone-hard cock. 

"Oh God," she whined. "Oh, I can't Fuad, it's wrong. You're forcing me to 
betray my fiance in the worst possible way! It's hateful! Hateful! Please 
don't make me do this?" "Stop your silly protesting. You're going to get a 
nice hard fucking from me now, and you're going to love it! I want you to 
understand that it is your own hand that is placing my black penis inside 
your white belly. Come, put the black cock inside of yourself," he 
encouraged her, lowering his hips between her widespread white thighs. "Put 
it in, my love. Right now!" 

The mocking sacrilegious terms of endearment he used, calling her 'my love,' 
while asking her to do something shameful and even more sacrilegious to her 
bond of faithfulness to her fiance, rang in her ears as she took his big 
black cock and timidly pressed it to the dripping mouth of her cunt. 

The hardness of his mammoth black cock beating like a metronome against her 
soft upper thighs, Fuad dropped across her, his smiling black face hovering 
above her. More aware of skin color than at any other time in her life, 
Daphne guided the hard, fleshy veined black shaft to the passion-drenched 
mouth of her seeping pussy. The thick bulbous black head scraped 
electrifyingly against her sensitive cuntal lips, then pressed slightly 
inward, causing shivers of new unwanted pleasure to surge throughout her 
palpitating abdomen. She dared not move as she felt the pressure increase 
and the small, relatively unused cuntal hole starting to stretch. She felt 
pain as she had with Geoffrey, but it was nothing compared to the passions 
his prick was stirring inside her undulating white belly. 

"Keep your little fist on it, I want you to feel it and guide it all the way 
as it goes up inside of you. You're going to know every inch of this black 
cock before you leave here white girl. Ooooohhhh, yes, little love. It's 
going all the way into you. You've got a tight little cunt," Fuad breathed, 
chuckling. "Why it feels as if it's never been fucked before." 

Again he pushed, and the ponderous black head slowly inched its way into her 
wetly palpitating little cuntal hole. 

"Please, Fuad. Be gentle with me! Mercy! Please don't push it in so fast. 
You're much too big for me. It's so big! You're hurting me," she whispered. 
Her voice was so timid and weak, that rather than feeling any sympathy at 
all for her, he was only inflamed and aroused by her helplessness. 

The handsome black man chuckled and continued to move his lust-swollen 
cock-head gently back and forth in her little cunt. She was so well 
lubricated from his tongue-fucking that he knew there could not be an 
inordinate amount of pain associated with his entry, even if her little hole 
had not been used very much. She was just nervous, tense, frightened! She 
would get over that in a few minutes, just as soon as she felt the full 
length of his steel black rod fucking around at every hidden spot of delight 
within that musk-scented, honey-sweet pussy of hers. And when she felt his 
cock-head hammering mercilessly at the defensively clenched portals of her 
almost unfucked little womb, she would become his slave. Slowly he thrust 
inch after inch into her expanding cuntal hole. The sleek sensual silky feel 
of her smooth white thighs and belly, coated in her sweat as she rubbed her 
body so helplessly, her soft white thighs and belly rubbing against his hard 
black belly and hips as if to appease him, her master, served as a goad. He 
could stand this exquisite torture no longer. Not bothering any longer with 
giving her a gentle entry, he simply jerked his hips forward in one final 
thrust and buried his hard, hot black cock. It roared triumphantly into 
previously untouched territories, plundering her womb and opening up all of 
her most privately guarded and defended areas, demolishing their resistance 
for all time with one mighty swoop! 

"Aaaaagggghhhh," Daphne wailed loudly, as the implacably hardened pole of 
black male flesh fucked far deeper up into her pulsing pink pussy walls than 
Geoffrey had ever gone, than she knew he or anyone could possibly go! He had 
filled her almost to the bursting point, stretching her poor little cunt 
till it wrapped like a fist around his cock. She could actually feel every 
muscular ridge of his heavily throbbing black cock through the tightly 
gripping walls of her cunt. 

Fuad lay still for a moment. Never before, not even with the one or two 
virgins he'd fucked in his lifetime, had there been such a tight little cunt 
for him to fuck. It seemed to grip his black prick like an iron fist encased 
in a velvet glove. He sucked in his stomach muscles, tightening his arms and 
made his cock jerk hotly and sharply within the tight wet confines. 

"Aaaaarrrrgggghhhh! Oh, mercy! Please don't move it in me! Don't move it! 
Ooooohhhh, be nice to me Fuad! Please, that's it, gently! Gently!" Daphne 
moaned deliriously. 

Fuad, delighted with her response, let her rest a few seconds, get her 
breath back and then, flexed his cock again and again, cruelly, hearing her 
groan both in pain and then, as his onslaught continued, rapturously with 
each further twitch of his deeply sunken cock. He would let her rest for 
only a few seconds, mostly so he would not cum too soon in her tight 
pussy-sleeve, and then start again, showing her he was her master, giving 
her long hot thrusts that had her squealing helplessly, madly, like a 
demented creature. Then gradually, he began short little fucking movements 
in and out of her cunt, causing her to grunt and chant softly with her mind 
almost gone, broken with an overload of sublime pleasure. Fuad started 
rotating his hips, grinding his black prick against her cunt until the 
mushroomed head was beating hotly against her cervix. He rocked above her, 
thrusting with long, smooth fucks as though he were astride a horse, a mare 
on a carousel rising and falling, rising and falling. 

Daphne, moaning shamelessly loud now, began moving her own hips in unison 
with the simultaneous inward and outward fucks of his bloated black cock. 
Already she felt tremendous jolts of pleasure arching through her hot little 
abdomen. Already he had caused her hot white body to feel far more pleasure 
than she ever had with Geoffrey. Her mouth opened and closed in awestruck, 
wordless comments, some of them prayers for forgiveness for her body's 
sinfully erotic enslavement, some of them unheard and unheeded commands to 
her body to ignore this intense cruel, wanton, sexual delight. Shining 
little beads of perspiration seeped to the surface of her skin, making her 
white flesh glisten in the light of the room. She could feel the sweat 
dripping off her hot face, her upper lip, her neck, the tendons swelling in 
her thighs, the slippery flesh slick as she gripped them around Fuad's hips 
and ass. Her whimpers grew hoarse with the pantings of her carnal joy. The 
room swirled about her. She, too, was aboard a carousel, going up and down 
and around and around. Except the stallion was riding her! His giant 
throbbing cock buried deep inside her pulsating little love-starved cunt 
together formed a lewd, loud, wetly sounding symphony of lust. No longer did 
she have a thought in her head of Geoffrey, of her former morals, of any 
pride, dignity or anything else! He had stripped her of all of that. 
Automatically her body reacted and greedily sought more and more pleasure, 
and the obscene words boiled out of her lust-constricted throat. 

"Oh God. Oh, God. Please! Please don't stop! Don't stop!" 

Perversely, knowing full well how to master this proud white girl for good, 
he stopped. "Don't stop what?" he asked, knowing full well it would increase 
her desire for him. "Don't stop what white girl? What is it you want? You 
must tell me if you want it!" 

Daphne knew instinctively what he wanted to hear, and in her wanton 
abandonment, she said it with all the force and vitality of a brain-washed 
revolutionary screaming out a political slogan. 

"Oh, Fuad! Don't stop fucking me! Please! Please don't stop fucking my 
pussy!" She could see he was laughing at her. The thought of her own lewd 
wanton behavior of being fucked unmercifully by a strange black man and 
yelling out asking for him to do it only excited her even further and she 
groaned and caught her breath as the man's powerful hands pulled her supple 
young ass tighter to him, impaling her pussy onto his own rampaging black 
prick. She heaved with passion, the pain of a few moments ago long since 
evaporated under the heat of her own passionate desires. She found her 
upraised white knees clenching and unclenching around his muscular black ass 
with each powerful fuck of his beautiful, cunt-splitting black cock. 

"Alright, I'll fuck you good, little white girl, and while you are here, you 
and I can be boyfriend and girlfriend. So when you speak to me, you can call 
me darling, and lover. And I am going to give you lots of nice black cock to 
play with. Now give your new black boyfriend a nice warm kiss and ask to be 
fucked!" 

Moaning, too aroused and defeated to even think of resisting him, she 
reached up and wrapped a round white arm around his neck, pulling his 
sweating black face down toward hers, and her tongue shot deeply and wetly 
into his mouth, slithering in and out in a wild semblance of oral fucking. 
Uninhibited gurgling noises of velvet rapture poured from her lust-tightened 
throat, and she crooned like a mother in song, 

"Fuck me... oh, please fuck me darling! Fuck me! Fuck my pussy crazy!" 

Her conscience made a feeble attempt to interfere in the midst of her lewd 
exhortations but she shoved her cunt lewdly up to him in answer to that, 
offering it in some pagan ritual, the white virgin to the African tribal 
man, a rite older than time itself. Never had there been anything like this 
for her, and not even in her wildest imaginations had she dreamed there 
could be such ecstatic sensations to be gotten from lying with a man, from 
the licking and tongue-fucking of her pussy to the moment when his mammoth 
black prick had slid imperiously, triumphantly down her slipperily waiting 
cuntal hole to fuck madly into the very heart of her ravenous womb. Filled 
with insane pleasure, she willed and wanted more, much more, never wanting 
it to end. 

"Fuck meeeeeeeee!" she mewled. "Ooooooohhhhhh, fuck me!" 

Fuad fucked her with ever-increasing force as her tightly locked young cunt 
continued to pour out her slick, creamy lubricants. He began lengthening his 
stroke, drawing his huge stony black rod almost out of the fleshy, 
moisture-drenched pink sheath, the frothy pussy-cream, whipped into a milky 
oil that coated his black shaft, revealing her shameless arousal, then he 
was plunging downward again into her in ever quickening strokes as her cunt 
hungrily devoured it. 

She is really beginning to go wild, he thought. He heard her grunt and 
whimper loudly like an animal before hurtling her wildly sucking cunt up and 
down on his throbbing black shaft, leaving traces of pussy cream in streaks 
all over the length of his glistening member. She had almost taken control 
away from him as she sought her own carnal pleasure. 

"Aaaaagggghhhh! Ooooooohhhhhh!" she moaned as his hungry cock fucked more 
deeply into her belly and going ever deeper, brushed clear past her cervix. 

The wildly fucking black man's sperm-inflated balls slapped hard down 
against the nakedness of her hotly working little asshole, and through his 
scrotum he could feel the delicious softness of her asscheeks and the hot 
dampness in the heated crack where her warm cunt juices and sweat, mixed 
with his own saliva had seeped down from her hungrily pulsating cunt. His 
heavily throbbing testicle sac seemed certain to split apart from the 
mounting pleasure in it, and he fought for control, fighting against the 
need to spew his white hot sperm into the deepest depths of her white belly. 
He began fucking her with increasing fury, wanting to bring her to orgasm 
before he, himself, came. 

With every gliding fuck-stroke up into her gratefully accepting young belly, 
Daphne cried out wondrously. She screwed her pink tongue into his throat in 
unison with each new fuck that buried his burning hard black cock deeper. 
She pulled her long white legs back even higher, opening her thighs up more 
as her knees came up under her chin, her ankles over his shoulders, offering 
him more and more of her greedily sucking cunt. Fuad glanced downward at his 
prick, wondering where in the world she was storing his cock in her little 
white belly on the instroke. It had to be completely up in her womb. He 
wanted to cum in her belly now, to give her the full load of his black balls 
in her belly, thinking he would go mad unless he came soon, watching his 
black glistening cock slip smoothly and powerfully in and out of her greedy 
white clasping pussy lips. Quickly then, in an effort to bring her along 
even faster, he slipped his hand beneath her jiggling ass and once again 
teased at the rhythmically flexing hole of her tiny puckered asshole with 
his long black finger. 

"Aaaaagggghhhh! Oh, yes! Fuck your finger up into me... hard!" Daphne 
rotated her fleshy ass down hungrily against this new invader, pressing down 
with her stomach muscles as though she were trying to void something from 
her bowels, opening her rectum so it could accept even further the lewdly 
worming black digit. 

She wanted the humiliation it seemed to Fuad, she was reveling in his giving 
it to her. Well he did not mind obliging her. As she felt the palm of his 
hand flat against her hotly grinding ass and the black finger immediately 
sank its full length into her hot tight rectal hole and began fucking in and 
out in time with the fucking thrusts of his cock in her cunt above, her 
first impression was of pain. Then the pain became pain-pleasure, then 
metamorphosed rapidly into pure pleasure. Abruptly she was attempting to 
skewer the rotating finger in to the hilt, shoving hard back with her soft 
white ass against it at the same time she strained upward to devour more of 
his rhythmically fucking cock deeper into her heaving belly. 

Fuad, her black kidnapper, her guard, skewered deep up her open little 
asshole, his fucking finger feeling the hard-thrusting flesh of his own cock 
through the thin membrane separating her cunt from her rectum. Beneath him 
the white girl writhed in complete abandon. Her motions, together with her 
guttural croaks of delight and the tightness of her little cunt, pushed him 
over the edge of self control, and he knew his orgasm was only seconds away. 

"Cum now!" he grunted, praying she would be so trained to him, she would 
obey. "I want you to cum right when I do. I'm going to cum inside of you, 
white girl. Inside of your little hot white belly. You are going to cum at 
the same time! Do it! Cum with me." 

Hearing the obscene words, Daphne began grinding up and down on both finger 
and cock, her pink toes flexed and splayed out, her white tits heaving in 
and out beneath the dress halter, exposing them to his gaze each time she 
was fuck-battered by his rampaging black cock. Her jiggling shaking white 
ass bounced shamelessly and her legs were opening and flexing, lurching from 
side to side. Then her blue eyes opened wide in disbelief as she felt the 
first beginnings of her second powerful orgasm! 

As he felt the slippery walls of her steaming cunt seeping the warm, sticky 
fluids of her climax, Fuad grunted and fucked her even deeper. With 
demoniacal strength, she shoved her hot little pelvis suddenly up from the 
bed, rotating her slightly bearded cunt lips around his hotly fucking black 
cock with renewed fury. Then she was screaming, "Yes, oh God! Yes! I'm 
cumming again. Oh, God, your making me cum on your black cock! I'm going to 
cum! Cum in me! Cum in me! Cum inside me!!!" 

Her mouth and cunt both sucking furiously, Daphne convulsed beneath Fuad, 
her panting rasping breath breaking into great gasping sobs, her pussy 
clenching and unclenching, actually milking him, her pink pussy milking the 
black cock of her ravisher, trying to draw out and take the seed from his 
black balls into her womb, her asshole expanding and contracting around his 
already deeply imbedded finger as though she were trying to pull in finger, 
hand, wrist, and arm. 

Spurred on by her continuing climax, her black jailer forced her legs up 
even higher over her head, her ankles on either side of her face, bending 
her in two, he fucked deeper up into her voraciously pulsating cunt and 
asshole, forcing her throbbing red crotch open even wider. He fucked into 
her as though his pelvis was an engine, suddenly running wide open and ready 
to explode at any second. Then he gasped as he felt the sudden, surging 
waves of his boiling white sperm shoot with a roar through the subterranean 
tunnel from balls to prick, and he was instantly lost in incredible 
sensuality as powerful surges of his creamy semen spewed deep into the hot 
dark heart of her womb, filling her hungrily contracting little belly to the 
bursting point. The walls of her cunt continued to work around his cock as 
if they were part and parcel of some wonderfully warm milking machine, 
squeezing, massaging, clasping, and unclasping to drain out every wonderful 
drop of his hotly cascading semen. 

Her belly still rippling from the aftermath of her galactic upheaval, 
Daphne's wildly fucked young body suddenly fell back onto the bed. Never had 
she experienced such bliss! She was completely fulfilled! She was finally a 
well-fucked woman, a warm, feeling, experiencing woman! And the abject shame 
and guilt springing from her wanton promiscuity faded for a time into 
insignificance compared to the satiation which drifted over her like a warm 
comforting cocoon. Slowly, the cottony fog of weariness from drugs and 
alcohol began to overtake her again. And covered only with the black velvet 
of her new African lover, she fell into the deepest and most relaxing sleep 
she had, had for a long, long time. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

Daphne had no idea what time it was when she awoke. There were no windows in 
the room. She wondered if Fuad could lend his influence to getting her a 
window. He was, of course, gone, and she noticed that her dress had been 
smoothed down and one of the light blankets thrown on top of her. What a man 
he was! she thought dreamily. And to think that he was black! What crazy 
ideas had been planted in her head about the cruelty of black people when in 
reality they were the givers of so much pleasure! Well, they were likely as 
individual as white people, she reasoned. Some of them gave pleasure and 
some pain. She was ecstatic to have Fuad as her guard, though. If only... if 
only... the world understood! Daphne realized suddenly that she was honestly 
wishing she could go on seeing him after this was all over! Hussein said she 
would never see any of them again, and as she remembered his words, a sharp 
pain squeezed her heart. Not see Fuad again? After what they had, had 
together? Surely there was something the two of them could arrange. She saw 
no way she could go back to Geoffrey now. She couldn't actually marry a 
black man either, but at least they could see each other on the sly! And 
there were places, her mother had often mentioned with great disdain, where 
the two races married with no problem at all! Oh, goodness, how her 
imagination was running on! But suddenly she realized that she was very 
disappointed to wake up and find him gone! 

How she would love to have a cup of coffee! What should she do about it? She 
would love a bath as well, but the coffee seemed a must. God, she must have 
slept for hours, and yet she didn't want to get up. Still, she dragged 
herself from the bed, her pussy was sore, and her legs felt stiff from being 
bent like she had been by Fuad for so long, she walked stiffly and went to 
the door and knocked. Perhaps Fuad was outside, and that raised her spirits 
considerably. She was just about to knock again when she heard the key 
turning in the lock. How disappointed she was to find a strange black face 
peering in, not Fuad, but a stockier man with an... an oilier appearance, it 
seemed to her, an ultra-fastidious man. 

"Do... do you have some coffee?" she asked. The man frowned and nodded and 
locked the door again. She wondered if he intended to bring some. He had 
nodded his head affirmatively, and she guessed there was no reason to doubt 
his intentions, but now her nerves were beginning to come awake and make her 
restless. What in God's name had she allowed to happen last night? As she 
sat thinking about it on her bed, she realized with a shock, that what she 
had done was discard Geoffrey as easily as she might discard a dress that no 
longer fit. And she had also done the absolutely impossible. She had taken 
into her body a black man with whom she could no possibly get involved in 
any way except sexual. Not that she had, had much choice, but then she had 
lost it, she had become his willing sex partner, she had enjoyed it as much 
as he had! God, what would her mother say? What would any of her family say? 
Geoffrey, surely, would be furious and rightly so! 

Yet she could not deny the incredible pleasure that the handsome black man 
had brought to her. 

She knew she had lost all control and that this had led to paradise. As his 
face flashed through her mind rather vividly for the condition she had been 
in, she thought, he must be thinking of me! Extrasensory perception was all 
the rage in Daphne's age group. Yes, he is thinking of me, she told herself. 
But where is he? In spite of the fact that he had been an assigned jailer, 
Daphne soon convinced herself in her revelry that the handsome man had 
chosen her, for he could never have brought out the explosions and feelings 
he had without loving her! Oh God! If only... well, where was he? 

Finally she heard the key in the lock again, and in spite of her request for 
coffee, she hoped that it was Fuad instead. Perhaps the over-dressed man was 
supposed to call her lover if she awoke! After all, she realized with a 
laugh at herself, Fuad had to sleep, too! 

The man came in and locked the door behind him. He was carrying a small 
tray, and disappointed though she was because it was the same man instead of 
Fuad, she was at least happy to see the carafe of coffee although it looked 
almost black! He bowed and smiled politely and she mentally castigated 
herself for her unfair criticism of him earlier. He was very pleasant, and 
he had brought not only the coffee she requested but something in a covered 
dish as well. 

"I am Muhammad, Daphne," the man introduced himself. "It is too early for 
the cook to prepare a breakfast. I took the liberty of warming some saffron 
rice and wat for you in case you are hungry." 

"Thank you," she smiled warmly after all. She was indeed a little hungry and 
more of the new food she had experienced last night, even if warmed up, 
appealed strongly. "That's very thoughtful," she could not help adding. As 
he put the tray on her lap, she noticed a ready-roll of marijuana beside the 
plate. He saw her eyes travel to the cigarette and saw, too, her bewildered 
look. 

"It's only just a little after midnight, you know," he explained. "You'll 
find you feel much better if you smoke it, while you are here. You'll be 
more relaxed. I thought it might help you sleep." 

"Th... thank you," she stuttered uncertainly. Marijuana and drugs seemed to 
be a regular way of life among these people. They used them as easily as 
food or beverage. She said nothing more before pouring some of the coffee 
into the little handless cup he had brought. Strangely, the dark liquid that 
came from the neck of the carafe was almost as thick as molasses. He saw her 
hesitation and again knew what was on her mind without asking. 

"This is Ethiopian coffee. It's all I could find in the kitchen..." 

Daphne was game for anything once. She lifted the cover from the food next 
and the spicy aroma more than made up for other disappointments... well, 
almost! 

"What happened to Fuad?" she asked, trying to be nonchalant. 

"He... uh... he went home. He has a new little wife. Those of us who are 
single will stay on guard. There are enough of us." 

Daphne ate mechanically, but she kept eating to hide her eyes which she knew 
were about to flood with tears if she did not use all the will power she had 
to prevent it. Her heart had sunk to the very bottom of her feet. How could 
he? How could he have made such beautiful love to her without any feeling, 
with his heart at home with a new wife? Then she remembered that even today, 
many of the black people made arranged marriages. Many never saw their 
spouses until the wedding day. That could explain his indulgence in an 
emotion that he could not share with his wife! Oh, bosh! she thought. How 
much better it was to simply forget the man! Forget him once and for all! 
What could come of such a relationship even if she were not married? 

Without finishing her rice or wat, or touching the thick, strong looking 
coffee, Daphne put the joint to her lips and the overdressed Muhammad 
immediately leaned over and lit it for her, sitting himself then, beside her 
on the bed. Yes, her heart was broken. She couldn't deny it! But she was not 
going to stop living over one silly broken heart! Maybe she couldn't have 
Fuad and didn't want Geoffrey, but there were plenty of other men in the 
world! 

The man beside her was smiling, watching her inhale the reefer deeply and 
hold it in her lungs. She had certainly misjudged him she thought as she 
continued to smoke and she thought to herself that she had misjudged all 
blacks all of her life. She had to learn to give people the benefit of the 
doubt, that's all there was to it! 

She smiled back at the heavy man and he took the tray from her and placed it 
on that high chest of drawers she had noticed earlier. Now he was taking 
some of that white powder from a little vial which had a cap and a tiny 
little spoon on top. He filled the spoon with the white powder and put it to 
her nostril. She was about to object and pull away, but he held the back of 
her head. 

"Don't fight it little one," he smiled, it will relax you, you need to relax 
while you are here." No she didn't want to fight him, she had not objected 
earlier to the white powder and she could think of no reason to do so now. 
On the other hand... Oh, if only it were not so difficult for her to make up 
her mind! 

Before she had time to think more about it, he encircled his arm behind her 
head and pinched one nostril closed, keeping his other hand holding the 
spoon under her open nostril. 

"Okay," he said, smiling. "Now, be a good girl and just inhale it sharply." 

And she automatically obeyed, first one nostril and then he gave it to her 
in the other. Once again she felt that amazingly wonderful feeling she had 
experienced the night before, after dinner. She felt alive and aglow, 
euphoric, wonderful! 

Muhammad took some of the cocaine for himself. She watched him her mind 
going dreamy again, thinking now, how he was after all, also very handsome. 
Perhaps she had misjudged him all around! Now she was suddenly finding 
herself strangely attracted to this man. Yet a warning voice inside told her 
there was something not right. Something not right about what she was 
feeling, and something was not right about him. But she didn't know what it 
was. Perhaps it was the way he looked at her with less emotion than 
assessment in his eyes, the way he might look at a horse he was considering 
buying. 

Muhammad looked at the pale beauty of the young white woman in front of him, 
and he wanted to possess her, the way he possessed the best suits he could 
buy. He had never possessed a white woman and this would be his chance. The 
white powder was a strong aphrodisiac for the white women, and he had given 
her twice what Fuad had given her earlier. If he read his signs properly, 
she and Fuad had already had a nice fuck session. He had lied to her about 
Fuad's wife of course, but what difference did that make? She was their 
prisoner and she was free game for all, he reasoned, even though he and 
Hussein did not see completely eye to eye on that idea. He reached out and 
took her soft white hand in his big black one, then raised his other hand to 
her face and ran his fingers through her soft light brown hair. What a 
totally different experience she was! His other arm began to snake slowly 
around her tiny waist, sweeping her closer to him until he was whispering in 
her ear. 

"Daphne, I want you... so very much! I am going to fuck you now!" 

The little Dutch girl began to squirm uncomfortably in his strong embrace, 
placing her tiny hands up between his arms and pressing against his chest, 
trying futilely to disentangled herself. 

"Please, Muhammad, please don't take advantage of me!" 

But the man paid her no attention and began to press his body against hers, 
leaning her back on the bed against the large pillow and grinding his loins 
tightly against the front of the light halter dress she was wearing. 
Daphne's blue eyes widened with surprise and indignation as she felt 
something unexpectedly hard pressing into the flat plane of her belly, and 
the inexperienced young woman made a concentrated effort to gain control of 
the rapidly disintegrating situation. 

With Fuad it had been different, she reasoned. She had felt something, an 
attraction for that hypocritical young man. She had admitted to herself that 
she had actually cared about him. But she could not go through with this! 
What was happening to her all of a sudden? 

Angrily she gasped and attempted to struggle away from the stiff poker-like 
bulge that was urgently digging into the softness of her lower abdomen, all 
too evident even through the layers of clothing they both wore. Above her, 
Muhammad's implacable smile seemed to her to widen with an unbearable 
arrogance, as though he were enjoying her anxiety and discomfort. He held 
her more tightly, pushing harder against her until his weight trapped her 
desperately wriggling body securely against the unyielding bed. 

"Muhammad, for heaven's sake! Let me go this instant!" she cried out. 
Distress was evident on every feature of her beseeching face as she looked 
up at the dark-skinned man. "You must be crazy! I don't want this! I don't 
want to be manhandled! Please! Stop it!" 

"And tell me little one, who's the prisoner around here?" he asked. "And who 
is the master?" Her heart sank. Again she had forgotten the circumstances. 
Her words were clearly going to have no effect whatever on the lewdly 
grinning black man or on the pulsing rod of black flesh that was straining 
against her white belly. 

"Come on, my little white dove," he pleaded harshly at her. "You know you 
want me holding you like this. You know deep down inside you do! Why do you 
fight it?" 

"I do not want it! I don't!" she moaned squirming beneath him, and at the 
same time she sensed that her words lacked conviction. Her body was giving 
her a strange message that belied the words. Oh God! What had come over her? 
Going from a proper, if somewhat cold, bride-to-be, she was now becoming 
absolutely promiscuous! The drugs! It had to be the drugs they kept giving 
her before they had sex with her! Oh, but they felt so good... but it was so 
wrong! It had to be. It was against everything she had ever been taught or 
believed in. 

Suddenly she realized that Muhammad was drawing her into a heady, clinging 
embrace and was whispering wetly into her shell-like ear. "You are driving 
me wild," he cooed softly. "I was watching you at the evening meal and 
envying that other guard!" He would not mention his rival's name! "I've 
wanted to fuck you so badly! And I intend to!" 

"D... don't even talk like that!" she groaned, frightened by his boldness. 
"You're just saying that because you're high on dope!" 

"No, we don't get that high. Only the white people like you, don't know how 
to live with drugs," he murmured. 

"What do you mean?" she could not help asking, she was so puzzled. 

"The white people use drugs with which to solve their problems and it only 
makes their problems worse. The drugs effect them more, they are more 
sensitive to them, they become enslaved to the drugs. We use drugs only for 
our added pleasure, never when we are depressed, and they make our pleasures 
better!" 

Before she could find the breath to continue the conversation, she felt the 
warm moistness of his thick, loose lips as his mouth came down hotly over 
hers, and his tongue slithered obscenely deep into her wet mouth, searching 
for the softness of her own tongue. 

The reluctant prisoner knew that this black man's firm manly body felt good 
pressed against her white one, its sinewy savage strength beating against 
the supple roundness of her creamy tits. Instinctively her aroused young 
body began to respond to his subtle caresses, molding her willing flesh to 
him with every fiber of her strength. It shocked her, realizing she was 
involuntarily responding this way to him. Yet she was overcome by an almost 
uncontrollable desire to shout yes! to him! Her body was trying to control 
what her mind rebelled horribly against. The small part of her mind left in 
control, however, no longer knew who she was or what she even wanted. 

"Oh God, Muhammad, please let me off," she whimpered as he released the 
tenderness of her quivering lips for a moment. Haunted by a fear of what 
would become of her if she followed the impulses of her body alone, Daphne 
clenched her hands into fists and pushed as hard as she could against his 
chest to push him away. 

"NO! No more! Please, you have to let me go! I can't keep doing these 
things! I'm engaged!" 

"All right! All right," he muttered, sitting up and backing off. "I'm very 
sorry," he apologized. "You are a beautiful young woman and I... I could 
force you, you know. You are our prisoner, and I can easily do it, but I 
won't." He smiled kindly once more. "Here, though, before I 'let you off,' 
as you say, you must have another toot, just to show me that there are no 
hard feelings between us." He took out the little bottle and pushed the 
little silver spoon when it was filled, up against her unprotesting nose, 
and in spite of her intuitive instinct to rebel against the drugs, she 
looked at him with hesitation but she obediently inhaled for him. He then 
refilled the spoon and gave her more of the drug. 

Now she sat watching him do the same, but she noticed he only took a small 
amount of it, much less than he had given her. As she sat there, the drug 
running through her small white body, she suddenly felt the euphoria taking 
over her and he suddenly seemed very beautiful to her, he seemed almost like 
a fine painting. 

Muhammad was an expert on the effects of many drugs, like a lot of his 
brother Matebele, and he watched her closely, waiting, noticing the rapid 
change that was coming over her. 

"Stand up a minute, my little white dove," he said after a minute or two, 
speaking very, very softly, almost hypnotically so as not to break the 
delicate mood. 

She obeyed, moving as if in a trance. He stared at the full ripe contours of 
her white body only partially hidden by the thin material of her little 
summer dress. 

"Now, since I was kind enough not to take advantage of you, you will do a 
little strip for me. No harm in that is there? No, of course not! Take off 
your clothes for me, very slowly. The dress first," he ordered softly, in 
the tone of a man commanding a half-trained wild animal that could, at any 
minute, turn on him. Indeed, he could get into a little trouble with Hussein 
if she complained too much about being assaulted, but of course, when he was 
through, she would not tell. He had an ace up his sleeve as Fuad was always 
saying. It was one of his crazy American sayings brought back from Harvard. 

Meanwhile, without thinking about what she was doing, Daphne mindlessly 
acted a role before her captor as if she was in a movie. Almost hypnotized 
by the clever older black man, she lifted the hem of her little summer dress 
over her head and stood there in her skimpy bra and panties before him. He 
ordered her to turn for him, to model and pose, making her bend over and 
touch her toes, to squat and spread apart her thighs. His eyes were wide and 
bright, sweeping up and down the curvaceous, shapely form of her voluptuous 
white body, taking note of the tiny lace bikini panties, her well-rounded 
calves, full white thighs, the smooth curved spheres of her white young 
asscheeks. 

"Now take off your bra. Do it slowly, so we can both enjoy it," he 
continued. 

Muhammad watched as she put her long slender arms in back of her, causing 
her proud, full white tits to protrude even further, and unfastened the bra 
snap. The undergarment clung loosely to the magnificent creamy globes for a 
moment before she hunched her shoulders together and removed it altogether. 
The heavy set black man drew in his breath. She was quite all right! Her 
firmly rising young tits were better than almost any he'd seen. They were 
rather big, the nipples large and prominent, but perfect, he thought, 
staring at the milk white mounds of succulent tit-flesh, looking even whiter 
when he held out his dark black hand against them. The areolas were the size 
of brown half dollar pieces and the nipples were stiff and stood out easily 
to the size of pencil erasers. 

He walked up to her and reached out again to touch them, rolling the fat 
nipple between his fingers, and she instantly felt a flash of excitement 
between her legs. 

How strange, she thought. It amazed her to think that she was standing 
almost naked before a black man she hardly even knew, a man responsible for 
her being held against her will. Yet she seemed unable to worry about that, 
able only to feel the wonderful sensations running all over her whenever he 
touched her! 

Muhammad could see beneath her skimpy panties the swelling bulge of her 
pouting young pubic mound and a lace-work of light brown shadow where her 
pubic hair grew in sparse little curls between her thighs. 

It was as though she were watching a movie when Muhammad removed first his 
trim white suit, coat and pants, and then his shorts to reveal his huge, 
lust-engorged cock jutting out above his tremendous black thighs! 

"Come here to me," he said sternly, hoarsely, his voice a croak of feral 
lust. 

Still feeling as though she were watching some kind of film that was too 
erotic to believe, Daphne slinked across the floor until she was just a foot 
away. 

"Okay, baby. Now blow it," Muhammad said happily. 

Daphne, the innocent, almost-virgin, was confused. Was he letting her go? 
Her heartbeat increased with happiness. Was she to leave? She started moving 
toward the door. 

Muhammad, though, saw her look of initial incomprehension and chuckling to 
himself, realized that she did not understand the expression. "Come back 
here to me baby. You mean you've never given anyone a blow job before?" he 
asked, almost incredulously. 

"What... what is a blow job?" she asked wide-eyed and innocently. 

The big black man wanted to laugh, but he dared not, and risk ruining her 
dazed compliance. This was certainly turning into an amusing experience, he 
thought. But her innocence was making it all the better, for he would be the 
first man ever to spew his hot load of cum down her lovely pale throat. 

"What I want is for you to suck my cock," he explained to her. 

Daphne was shocked again, yet there was something in the stern look in his 
eye, in the tense, no nonsense waiting of his wire if heavy body, that made 
her afraid now to tell him no. She didn't think she could refuse him and get 
away with it. And, as she looked at his hot pulsing shaft, she inexplicably 
began to be wildly excited by the idea of putting the throbbing black rod 
into her mouth. It was so forbidden, so wrong, and yet the idea of it was so 
exciting! But God! If Fuad could see her now! Or Geoffrey! Or whoever it was 
she cared about! She was so confused by now, she wasn't sure who she loved 
or cared about, or who loved or cared for her, she wasn't sure there was 
anyone! 

"What are you waiting for, little white dove," he was purring. "You need to 
get started. Come here and kneel in front of me. I promise you will enjoy 
it." 

He watched her, saw the scared frightened look in her eyes, the reluctance 
to do the act, and her final resignation to the distasteful task. He watched 
with amusement as she moved slowly up to him. He didn't take his eyes from 
her almost naked white body as she finally kneeled, embarrassed and 
completely self-conscious before him. The sight of that beautiful fleecy 
cuntal triangle between her long legs, the firm white globes of her ass, and 
the incredible lushness of her upper fleshy white thighs almost drove 
Muhammad insane now. He couldn't recall ever seeing such a luscious body 
before, and the knowledge that his was the first prick she had ever taken 
into her little pouting mouth made him wild with desire. 

"Crawl up between my legs," he ordered gruffly. "All right now, white girl," 
he said, his voice thick with passion, "give it a little kiss to get 
started, then you may lick it a bit to get it nice and wet so it goes in 
easier, now just wrap your hot little lips around my prick and start sucking 
me." 

He watched amused, as she grimaced a bit and then pouting out her full lips, 
she kissed him timidly. Her pink tongue came out slowly and she gave him 
three or four slow, liquidy laps to the head of his shiny prick. 

He took one hand and pressed it gently but firmly onto the top of her head, 
letting her know there was no refusing him, forcing her ovaling mouth 
downward over his hardened blood-filled cock. 

Resisting for only a split second, Daphne opened her full mouth and moved 
her head forward, looking intently at his huge black prick. It looked even 
larger than it had from a distance. In the center of the glossy black, 
mushroom head was his gaping peehole where, just as she began to envelope 
the crown, a large white pearl of seminal fluid had suddenly oozed to the 
surface. The trunk of his black prick was throbbing lewdly in undisguised 
lust. The head entered her mouth, filling it. But now, the effects of the 
drug were beginning to wear off a bit. No, she thought. No, I can't go 
through with this, this horrible, wild, sexually wicked act! No matter what 
they do to me, I don't-have to do this! Yet his powerful arms now held her 
head firmly between them and the huge bulbous tip of his black cock fucked 
slowly up between her rounded ovaled lips. She could feel the smooth spongy 
bluntness of the head sliding the entire length of her wet tongue, coming to 
rest far, far back in her devouring throat. Then he began to fuck his cock 
in and out of her mouth with short powerful little strokes. 

Muhammad began to undulate his pelvis even more, sliding his big hard prick 
lewdly in and out of her mouth, never quite withdrawing, leaving the hot, 
swollen head just inside the warm, soft grotto of her wetly enveloping 
mouth. Daphne could taste the flowing pre-cum wetting down the inside of her 
mouth, coating her tongue with the acrid slime. She made another weak effort 
to twist her nakedness away from him, to pull back, but she could not do it. 
She was driven by some inexplicable desire to let him fuck her in the mouth. 

The heavy set black man stared down with lewd delight at the laboring 
subjugated figure of the young white woman. The sight of his glossy black 
cock fucking in and out between her full, ovaled round lips, her obscenely 
stuffed mouth, the pink pouting lips of an abjectly kneeling white woman, 
drove him into a frenzy. In spite of her gagged and choked protests, he 
began shoving forward even more forcefully, raising his heavy muscular ass 
and thrusting forward brutally with all his strength. He held her head 
tighter with each powerful stroke as the swollen head of his bloated cock 
rhythmically fucked back against her tonsils. He delighted watching her 
tender, buttery pink lips clasping tighter and tighter around the black 
trunk as her mouth muscles worked out their soft, warm pleasure on him. 

"Suck it harder, white girl," he muttered hoarsely. "Suck! Suck it!" 

She licked and sucked at the fleshy hardened black rod imbedded in her mouth 
as if in a trance, and she created a strong vacuum that brought a low moan 
almost of pain from the African man. She was salivating richly now and the 
black cock slicked in and out in an almost effortless mouth-fuck. She 
sucked, then licked around the head, using her tongue, her teeth, acting 
automatically, instinctively, knowing by the grunts and low animal groans 
what was pleasurable to him and what was not. 

Yet it was not the same for Daphne as it had been with Fuad. This was more 
like a pure rape, or even like with Geoffrey! She wanted to stop, not 
continue. She felt she had to stop and bring her body under the control of 
her mind once more, but it seemed a losing battle. She could feel new warmth 
in her little pink cunt, a hot, wet flooding up between her nakedly exposed 
white thighs, and the knowledge that she was becoming aroused caused her 
even more distress. But as she tried to find the strength to pull away, she 
only felt his black loins press harder into her face, his tight hard stomach 
pressing against her perspiring forehead. His black hands gripped her hard 
behind the head, pulling it forward as though he were attempting to shove 
his cock all the way down her thirstily gulping throat and into her white 
belly. 

"Suck harder! I'm cumming soon, white girl!" he bellowed. Then suddenly he 
was cumming in torrents into her mouth and she was choking on his cum. She 
swallowed once or twice, before she surprised him by suddenly finding the 
strength to pull away and he stood there, his hand quickly going to his cock 
and pulling, pulling as the remainder of his hot thick cum spurted creamily 
from his hard black prick. He aimed it, spraying it all over her upturned 
white face and naked white tits, pulsating waves of heated liquid cum, 
roaring out in torrents from his black testicles and seminal ducts to flood 
her naked flesh with its white-hot wetness and stickiness. When he finally 
finished he was boiling over with fury, for her having gotten away with 
having to swallow his entire load, but he only said; 

"You will keep quiet about this, white girl, I will visit you again, you can 
be sure. But this is between you and I! If Hussein hears about this," he 
threatened, "he will also hear about you and Fuad, and it will go far less 
pleasant with Fuad than with me because he was the first to have you..." 
With that, he quickly put on his clothes and left her, kneeling on the 
floor, mopping the streams of his thick cum from her face with the end of 
her bed sheet. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

When Daphne Van Loeb awoke again, she had no idea whether it was morning or 
when in the day or night it was. Not to have a window was extremely 
depressing. She felt in her throat as if she had been crying though she knew 
she had not, and an enormous sadness and depression overcame her. She forced 
herself up off the bed in spite of the fact that her body still felt 
terribly weary. Every muscle in her body felt as though it were in 
rebellion. Yet she was hungry and even yearned for that strange dark coffee 
she had not dared drink sometime in the night when that Muhammad was with 
her. Oh God, was she going to be forced to submit to that man again? He had 
said he would come back again for her! Apparently what he had done, forcing 
her, was at least partly against rules set down by Hussein because she 
recalled his threat that if she told on him, she would get Fuad in trouble, 
too. Well, why should she worry about Fuad? What business had he making love 
to her, a newly married man! Still, deep in her heart, she knew she would 
not speak and risk getting her first black lover in trouble. With him, it 
had been for the most part, a mutual thing. And, despite herself, she had 
enjoyed most of it. It was not fair that he be punished in any way. 

Suddenly she heard the key turn gently in the lock again, and she froze. 
Immediately she jumped into the bed and pulled the blankets over her 
although she was still dressed in her little halter dress! But it was a 
woman who came in, an enormous, smiling black woman, who seemed to have no 
bottom teeth. She had with her a tray and a towel slung over one arm. She 
spoke brokenly, but decipherably. 

"You want wash?" she asked. "New dress?" 

"Oh, that would be wonderful!" Daphne almost cried in her relief. 

The grinning woman put the tray down on the end of the bed, and Daphne was 
tempted to peek under the cover on the dish to see what her breakfast would 
be. But thoroughly trained by her mother as a non-peeker on birthdays and at 
Christmas, she resisted the impulse, knowing it was more pleasant to look 
forward to finding out. She followed the large woman to a small bath where 
the water had already been drawn and it was hot enough to make her grit her 
teeth when she stepped in. The smiling woman immediately attacked her with a 
kind of hard sponge and sweet smelling soap. After she had turned thoroughly 
pink, she relaxed a few moments before getting out, and a strange suspicion 
crossed her mind. She had believed Muhammad when he told her that Fuad was 
married. What if he was lying? He certainly was not an ethical man. He had 
drugged her heavily to have sex with her after all. Perhaps this smiling 
woman knew. 

"What happened to Fuad?" she asked the jovial woman, who was sitting on a 
straight chair, waiting for her to finish soaking. 

"Fuad? Fuad still here. He here," the woman told her. 

"Is he married?" the suspicious white girl asked. "Does he have a new wife?" 

"Noooooo!" the woman answered, laughing. "He go school. Much time." 

Daphne didn't know whether she was furious, or relieved, or why she should 
be concerned about being either. She was relieved, yes, to think that Fuad 
had not been cheating on his wife for a mere sexual fling, and she was 
furious at Muhammad for lying because she might have screamed for help had 
she not been partly suppressed by his lie! But was her new information 
better for her or worse? After all, they had, had their time together and 
realistically, that was all they could ever have. 

When she rose from the tub, the big woman jumped up and wrapped a towel 
around her. Then she was dressed in a simple white cotton dress with a 
colorful band around the bottom of the skirt, which almost reached her 
ankles. Back to the little room she went, without thinking of it as a prison 
at all, but as a breakfast room. She poured herself some of the thick coffee 
gratefully. It was not bad at all. In fact, it tasted wonderful. Now she 
took the cover from the dish, half expecting more warmed up wat, but instead 
she found a heavy round of raised bread and a bowl of gari foto with kidney 
beans. Well, it wasn't exactly scrambled ostrich egg, her favorite. The 
natives mixed manioc meal and tomatoes with the egg to make gari foto, and 
she was so hungry that it couldn't have tasted better. 

The woman sat on the end of the bed while she ate, and Daphne, as she felt 
better, tried to piece together all that had happened while she was under 
the influence of the drugs. She remembered eating the evening before, and 
strangely, she thought she remembered Jayne with her hand under Daphne's 
panties, but that had to be her imagination. Why would Jayne do such a 
thing? She had, had both marijuana and cocaine and that delicious fruity 
alcohol. Fuad had taken her into this room. But how did they start making 
love? They had simply wanted to, she finally reasoned. She could not 
remember his forcing he to submit to the oral sex that had been her undoing! 
She knew only that she had felt euphoric and so, she reasoned, had he, no 
doubt. Then murkily, as if seen through a deep impenetrable fog, she saw the 
vague outlines of Fuad's black kinky hair as his head bobbed between her 
widespread white thighs! Had she really allowed him to do that? She had 
never allowed Geoffrey such a privilege! No, that part had to be part of a 
nightmare, a wild perverted dream, that could not have happened. 

She knew he had fucked her. There was no denying the soreness between her 
legs and the heavy male cum matting her pubic hair and upper thighs when she 
bathed. Yes, she could actually feel the soreness in her pink cunt, as 
though it had been terribly stretched and a slight discomfort in her rectum, 
also, where his finger had fucked its way deep into her asshole. Then there 
was Muhammad! God! She had not had only one total black stranger pushing his 
ebony prick into her little cunt, but another one pushing his blood-engorged 
black cock into her mouth! Would she ever free herself from the memory of 
such promiscuity? And it had been enjoyable, not repugnant! She knew it had 
been! Deeply ashamed, she could not control the tears that spilled forth 
from her eyes. Her heart began pounding rapidly, beating painfully against 
her rib cage. Another thought hit her with all the suddenness of a lightning 
bolt. What if she got pregnant? She could tell people they had raped her! 
She would have to! Yet, that wasn't really very fair. Oh, God! 

The thought of pregnancy, of bringing a coal-black baby into the world made 
her freeze, but she quickly calculated when her period was due and realized 
that it would be only a couple of days. It seemed to her that was a safe 
period, but who could ever be sure? The slow welling up of tears became a 
torrent again when she thought of the possibility of bearing a black child. 
Just as she looked up, the big woman, seated on the end of the bed, 
concerned look on her face, started to stand. 

"Why?" she asked simply. 

What could Daphne say? She couldn't tell the woman she was concerned about 
what she had been doing sexually, or that she thought she might get pregnant 
by one of the black men! She said the first thing that came into her mind. 
"Where's my friend?" she asked. 

The woman said nothing else, but left the room, locking the door behind her. 
The tears came more freely then. They did not subside, it seemed, for five 
or ten minutes, deep, heart-rending, convulsive sobs of shame and 
humiliation She had a clear picture of Geoffrey walking into the room, 
putting his arm lovingly around her waist and kissing her softly and then 
standing back suddenly because he could tell! Even if she didn't tell him, 
she knew he would be able to tell. She was nothing more than a whore! Worse 
than a whore because she had given to others, to blacks, what she would not 
give her own white fianc! Oh God, she couldn't even trust herself! She was 
an easily corruptible child. Oh, if only she could run to Geoffrey, run into 
his arms and confess it all! He would understand... 

But then she felt a strange thing happen. She felt the arms comforting her 
warmly and strongly and she saw compassion and concern but not in Geoffrey's 
eyes! It was Fuad who would understand. No, Geoffrey could never be told. He 
could never know she had lain with a black, had sucked off another, dear 
God, he could never know any of that! 

It was Fuad's black arms she felt, his compassion and understanding. She 
flushed as she remembered his rain of kisses across, her naked white abdomen 
and soft inner thighs, his tantalizing tongue licking wetly and fucking. And 
oh, his cock! Once again her heart speeded up its tempo and her breath lost 
some of its regularity. She wished she had her purse so that she could look 
into her own eyes. What a maturing, deepening effect even the memory of that 
man had on her! It was as though she had grown up into adulthood in the 
course of a single experience. He had certainly been an expert at awakening 
her latent sensual hungers. 

Perhaps she was finding her true self. She felt more capable somehow, more 
womanly, more beautiful. She felt like an ornament, but hardly a useless one 
as she had often felt before in her life. She wanted to cook and take care 
of a home, no, be a home, a vessel for some wonderful man! And she was no 
longer sure that man was Geoffrey Handle! Again her mind turned to Fuad. She 
remembered well and clearly her own exhortations as Fuad's wonderful black 
prick had fucked her, thrusting in her, pulling out, thrusting in again! She 
could almost feel it now! She moaned low in her throat and felt her heart 
respond once more to the mental stimulus of love-making. There was a soft 
urgent tingling between her fleshy thighs, a feeling of wantonness that 
brought a flush to her face. Her pink nipples, she noticed, were fully 
erect. She might be able to get rid of her bodily aches if she could have 
some aspirin, but there was no medicine that would cure or alleviate this 
sudden intense excitement... not a bottle anyway! She couldn't tell how much 
of it was caused by the thought of pleasurable sex with Fuad and how much 
was a leftover glow from her drug and alcohol high. 

Then she thought of something, and reached for the tray with her dish. Sure 
enough! They had supplied her with another marijuana cigarette! She never 
wondered why they might be giving her the drugs, it never even occurred to 
her. She only felt a thrill of excitement rush through her young body as she 
picked up the joint of marijuana. And then, as if compelled by an irrational 
desire to re-experience the strangeness of the previous evening, to bring 
back, perhaps, the most wonderful man she had ever known, she found a pack 
of matches conveniently there, too, and lit one end of the ready-rolled 
cigarette. She took a deep drag as she had been shown how to do, a "toke" 
she, had heard them call it, and held the smoke in her lungs as long as she 
could. She smoked halfway through it then realized she was already very, 
very high. She looked about the now familiar room and noticed things she had 
not seen the night before or this morning, mostly faces and designs in the 
knotholes and scars of the old wooden walls. She kicked off her sandals and 
each one hit the floor with a clarity of sound she had never experienced. 
When she lay back on the bed, the squeak of the springs sounded like musical 
instruments. Wow! This drug was really wonderful! Why were they providing 
her with so much of it? After all, she was only their prisoner! She must be 
a very special prisoner to them, she smiled to herself. Somehow the word 
prisoner had not yet taken on a sense of reality, with the possible 
exception of her experience with Muhammad! With him she had enjoyed the idea 
of being his captive! 

Suddenly, the big woman was back, and close behind her came Jayne, dressed 
in the same kind of dress Daphne was wearing except that Jayne's had fine 
green pin stripes running vertically. As she entered she saw Daphne's eyes 
on her dress. 

"I know! I know!" she grinned. "I look like a flour bag." 

Daphne jumped off the bed and flew into her friend's arms and then started 
laughing uncontrollably. The big woman took her tray and left. After Daphne 
had calmed down, Jayne pulled her down onto the bed. Daphne was trying to 
put the cigarette into her mouth all the way down. And then after she took 
her drag, she offered it to her friend. 

"Well, well, well," Jayne smiled broadly. "Prison certainly agrees with you. 
I was supposed to come in here and cheer you up? What were they talking 
about? Don't tell me you fooled them into thinking you needed me!" 

"Sure I did," Daphne said, impatiently waiting for Jayne to finish her drag. 

"I don't even have to ask if you're stoned," Jayne commented with some 
surprise. "I didn't think you would touch it, but I can see you've become a 
pro overnight! Then again, that black buck of yours has probably been 
feeding it to you like mine does to me!" 

"Well, I...I," she stammered and then giggled again. "Yeah," Daphne finally 
said and let out a deep sigh. 

Jayne's eyes narrowed suspiciously. "Well, Daphne, you certainly learn fast. 
How much did you learn with that handsome African jailer of yours? He looked 
as though he would be some fuck!" It was a shot in the dark. Jayne could not 
help wondering if Daphne had thrown out her deep prejudices against black 
men, and sex too, as well as marijuana and any drugs for that matter. 

"Oh... uh..." Daphne began stammering. "Do you mean like..." 

"Oh, come on, Daphne. Don't be coy! I know damn well he balled you last 
night, there was no way he was going to let you off, any more than mine 
would have let me off, and don't ask me what I'm talking about!" 

"How do you know that? We did no such thing!" 

"Oh, don't be an idiot. I've already told you mine balled me! I've always 
told you when I had a sexual tryst!" 

That was true. Jayne had always confided her love affairs, not just to 
Daphne, but to all her friends. 

"Yeah, he, b-balled me. It was pretty great," Daphne admitted. 

"Is he really hung the way he looks?" 

"W...what?" 

"Is he... uh... a good size?" 

"Oh, yeah! Oh, my God, Jayne," and then Daphne couldn't believe the next 
words she heard tumble from her lips. "He's got the biggest... h-he has got 
a big gorgeous black cock, all right..." 

"What color was it on the head? I never balled a black guy before my own 
guard laid me last night," Jayne asked, almost as innocently as though they 
were talking about the artistic merits of some great work of art. 

Daphne blushed and tried to remember. "Purplish black, and then it gets 
darker." 

It was Jayne's turn to laugh. "You sure are getting observant." 

Daphne interrupted her. "And, oh God, I came twice when he was fucking me!" 
Daphne couldn't resist now sharing her happiness with her friend and getting 
a little courageously lewd about it. 

"Far out! All right!" And Jayne felt a pang of jealousy. The young boy who 
had chaperoned her all night had been the goody-goody kind and even though 
he had forced her onto the bed, he had done it quickly and guiltily. He 
later made it clear that she better not say anything to get him in trouble, 
or he would fix her good. There were apparently orders by Hussein against 
upsetting the girls too much, and having non-consensual sex with the 
prisoners was not something he really wanted them to do if they could avoid 
it. They were supposed to seduce the white girls first if they wanted to 
have sex with them. Well, at least if he had not been a good lover, she had 
still managed to make one haul, and it looked as though her newly 
sexually-awakened girlfriend was exactly the person to share it with. From 
out of her sleeve, she pulled one of those little vials with the spoon. 

"Oooohhhhhh," Daphne cooed. "That stuff is great! It made me feel so good 
last night! Where did you get it?" she whispered. 

"Picked a guy's pocket, where else?" her friend said, careful not to laugh 
as she felt she wanted to because she was placing the white cocaine into the 
little spoon. 

Soon both young white girls were quite high, and for a long time lay back 
rather cramped on the small bed, letting their cares dissolve in a mist of 
drugs. 

"Daphne?" As if from a great distance, a voice, a softly feminine voice 
floated to her ears. "Daphne, I've always cared a great deal for you, you 
know." 

Daphne was cognizant now, but as if in a dream, her ears picked up a strange 
note in her best friend's voice. 

Jayne Van der Veen looked down at the lovely brownette who had been her 
friend since childhood. Daphne's dress was raised already well above her 
knees and carefully, Jayne raised it further. To Daphne, the loose 
blousiness of the dress rising slowly over her body was like the gentle 
waves that she remembered from a visit to the ocean with her parents. Now 
Jayne had pulled it all the way up so that the young woman's body was fully 
exposed. Her brown hair fanned out behind her head and was matched by the 
soft brown triangle between her legs. Jayne let her eyes wander with fond 
admiration down to her girl friend's taut, full tits, with their plum dark 
nipples like burnished accents on the soft skin, and she felt her own tits 
swelling in response. Then she gazed rapturously along Daphne's smooth flat 
belly and the gentle sloping of her thighs, down to where her softly curling 
pubic hair lay nestled softly between the ivory warmth of her full thighs 
and shadowed the pink flesh of her cuntal lips. 

Suddenly Jayne knew why she had always stood for Daphne despite her 
silliness and lack of sophistication. Daphne had always seemed to her, even 
back in school, the most desirable woman she had ever seen. Jayne was a 
total libertine and took her pleasure where she could find it. She had 
valiantly tried to keep away from her friend, terrified to shatter her 
fragile sense of well-being as well as to expose herself openly in a society 
that would tolerate no such deviation as a lesbian! But at times the 
frustration had been almost insurmountable. Oh, yes, Jayne loved to fuck a 
man. She loved a big hard cock throbbing deep up inside her, but she wanted 
everything in this life, every pleasure available, and she also loved the 
warmth and softness of another woman's body, the thrill of touching another 
woman's round full tits. The pleasure of stroking a woman's creamy smooth 
skin and kissing the trembling wetness between their thighs was a pleasure 
comparable to no other. 

Now, seated on the bed beside her friend, she smiled down at her half-naked 
body. The heavily breathing redhead could feel her own moistened cuntal lips 
swelling with passion and her tiny clitoris hardening with mounting desire, 
the nipples of her throbbing tits tingling against the soft material of her 
dress, and she moistened her lips several times as she fantasized about how 
she could gently bring Daphne to a peak of orgasm as only a woman knew how 
to do. And Lord! With the opportunity spread naked before her, how on earth 
could she resist the temptation to try? 

"Daphne," Jayne's lips moved again as she tried to form words. 

Daphne felt her friend move closer to her. 

"Daphne, it's so good to see you happy! I mean, really happy! When we get 
back now, we'll have a really good time together. I'll introduce you to some 
real fun men!" But then the lascivious redhead noticed that there were tears 
now in her friend's eyes. She knew that the ups and downs Daphne was 
suffering had less to do with any real problems than with the effects of the 
drugs the men had been giving her, but she changed her approach to meet 
Daphne's mood. 

"I don't like seeing you so upset," Jayne said in sympathetic concern. "It 
hurts me to see you so distraught and upset. Tell me what's the matter, 
Daphne. Maybe I can help." 

Daphne shook her head dazedly, "N... no, I can't..." she whispered. "I can't 
do that!" 

"It's not very healthy to keep it bottled up inside of you," the redhead 
urged. "It'll only make things worse. You have to learn to let go of your 
pain." 

Daphne could now feel her tears brimming in her eyes and trickling down over 
her cheeks. She was only partially aware of Jayne moving even closer to her, 
and she could hazily sense the other woman smoothing the silken strands of 
her long light brown hair. 

"There, there!" she heard a softly cooing voice close to her ear. "It can't 
be as bad as all that!" 

A small lewd smile curved along Jayne's slightly freckled face as she 
stroked her friend's soft hand and hair. 

"I'll rub your head a little, Daphne. I'll rub your head and arms and help 
you relax. That will make you feel better. Now just slip out of your dress. 
That's it. Let me help you get your arms out of the sleeves. There! You're 
so beautiful, Daphne, with such a lovely firm body! I've always been so 
happy to be your friend." 

"Mmmmmmmnnnnnn," Daphne sighed, her tears ceasing and her mind only half 
listening to her friend's velvet-soft voice filtering like threads of music. 
She could feel Jayne's soothing fingertips massaging around her forehead and 
temples, and a calming euphoria began to flow through her tattered nerves. 
It did feel good, so pleasant and nice! 

Jayne, however, could no longer fight the desperate urges burning through 
her vibrant flesh. Taking one hand away from Daphne's fevered brow, she 
reached up and wriggled out of her own dress, exposing her own firm 
curvaceous body. Her red hair hung straight down her back, framing her 
exotic face, with its blue-gray eyes and full lips. Her full round tits beat 
with the rhythm of her lustfully pounding heart, solid and upright despite 
their size. As she inched closer to the brown-haired woman lying supine and 
unaware beside her, she stretched open the rounded cuntal lips between her 
long, slender thighs, showing their pink fleshy smoothness and the little 
swollen bud of her hardened clitoris. Beneath the thick growth of her red 
pussy hair, Jayne's cuntal crack seemed to be twitching with prurient 
expectancy, swelling with anticipatory arousal and moistening with desire. 
Trembling now, the redhead reached out with her hand and gently stroked one 
of Daphne's firmly rounded tits, pausing to tease the dark nipple with a 
practiced feminine touch. 

"J... Jayne? What are you doing?" Daphne, still in another world from the 
drugs, felt almost helpless on the bed. A dry, almost strangling lump began 
to form in her throat as only dimly, she comprehended that her best friend 
was no longer massaging her throbbing temples, but was cupping her tit with 
an unmistakable intent. 

Jayne whispered seductively, "Trust me, Daphne. I know what you need, dear. 
You need what no man can give you, only a woman. You need understanding, 
Daphne, understanding and a different kind of love. Not the violent, painful 
love of a man, but a gentle love, without pain. Wouldn't you like to be 
loved that way?" 

In stunned disbelief, Daphne trembled, unable to understand what had 
possessed her oldest friend to act so obscenely. She lay unable to move as 
though her mind was bereft of power to repel the intimate caresses which 
were both exciting and shocking at the same time. She heard a warning bell 
toll distantly in the back of her drugged and confused mind, telling her 
this was evil, yet the arousing tendrils of delicious sensations that were 
flowing through her nakedly exposed white flesh seemed to overwhelm her 
unwilling thoughts. 

"You're so pretty," Jayne sighed wetly into her ear. "I've thought so ever 
since we were little children and I watched you undressing, but I didn't 
tell you I was watching. I didn't dare tell you. But now I'm free and so are 
you. Our prison has made us free, Daphne. Let me show you about loving that 
really makes you feel good." 

Jayne's hands squeezed her friend's tits tenderly and she leaned over 
closer. Daphne found she could not move as the redhead's lips closed tightly 
over her own, gently at first so she could feel the full moistness of 
Jayne's mouth, and then more firmly She sensed her own lips beginning to 
involuntarily relax under the sensitive pressure, and than as Jayne's pink 
tongue slipped wetly between her teeth, Daphne seemed to submit gradually to 
the thrilling new sensations. She let her half-naked body follow up, rubbing 
against the other woman, her warmly pulsing loins undulating with building 
desire. Jayne stretched out on the bed beside Daphne then, moving hard 
against her while feeling her own passion seething hot and urgent. Her hand 
continued to massage her full firm tits with a woman's special gentleness, 
while Daphne responded unwittingly to the horribly fascinating and 
stimulating attentions. 

The young bride-to-be felt her frustrated body smoldering with the 
lust-inspired embers of her two escapades with men, and she closed her eyes 
and trembled all over from the slowly growing yearnings filtering through 
her flesh. The small, caressing fingers crept over her tits and around her 
tautly tingling nipples like taunting feathers, teasing her to respond to 
the point where any resistance would disappear. 

Jayne rubbed her own nakedly voluptuous body with one hand and slowly 
fondled Daphne with the other. Then, naked, she leaned over so their tits 
met and crushed electrically against one another. Daphne felt her friend's 
thigh raise and one slender shapely leg twine eagerly about her hip until 
the soft curls of Jayne's red pubic hair brushed with warm invitation 
against her own pulsating cuntal slit. One of the hands squeezed her tits 
then slipped around and moved down to her firmly rounded asscheeks, pulling 
them apart to slide between and caress the tight, sensitive asshole with a 
middle finger. Then Jayne began slithering down slowly over Daphne's 
quivering body, placing herself between the dazed brownette's unconsciously 
spreading thighs. 

As her oldest and dearest girl friend started softly kissing her naked 
thighs, Daphne's breath caught in her chest. She tried to stop Jayne from 
inching her legs still farther apart, but it was as if her drunken and 
desire-ridden flesh would not obey her vainly protesting mind. Horrified, 
she looked down to see that her white thighs were now splayed nakedly open 
in wide defenseless surrender to whatever Jayne wished to do. 

Daphne could offer no effective resistance at all as the other woman bent 
obscenely between her open legs. She sucked in her breath as she felt 
Jayne's thumbs pressing outward, spreading the soft, hair-fringed lips of 
her cunt and allowing the warm air of her little prison to brush against her 
there. Jayne's tongue flicked wetly forward, the tip teasing moistly against 
the tiny throbbing of her clitoris, causing it to spring involuntarily into 
trembling hardness. Before the terrified young woman could summon the 
strength to resist this new debasement, her friend spread the swollen lips 
of Daphne's cunt still wider and fucked her wetly teasing tongue deep into 
the moist, unconsciously pulsating walls of the confused bride-to-be's cunt. 

But the unexpectedly searing contact with the sensitive flesh of her cunt 
brought a long low moan of undisguised horror from Daphne's parted lips. 
"No! Oh, no, it's wrong, Jayne! No!" she groaned over and over to herself as 
Jayne's tongue speared obscenely in and out of the unwantedly dilating lips 
of her pussy. In spite of her shame and horror and the lewd and sinful 
things being done to her defenseless loins, more wisps of forbidden pleasure 
were rippling deep down inside her passion-dazed body. Her arms lay tensed 
at her sides while her firmly rounded tits juggled slightly from the 
salacious buffeting she was undergoing. She clenched her eyes shut in her 
old stubborn habit but no one was watching. She bared her lips back over her 
teeth in an effort to control the tingling sensations that were stabbing up 
from the tight, fleshy slit of her silk-smooth cunt. 

"Stop it! Oooohhh, Jayne, please stop it!" she whimpered, trying desperately 
to screw her ass back down from the hotly flicking teasing tongue that 
fucked without mercy inside her nakedly splayed cuntal hole. But the 
combination of the marijuana and cocaine and the delicious passion being 
produced by the older woman's tongue and lips were enough to keep the 
disturbed and aroused woman just beyond complete resistance. After all the 
pain she had experienced over Muhammad and her other conflicts and the guilt 
and shame festering from her lewd behavior, her naked flesh was defensively 
willing to allow the erotic stimulations to dominate her weakening 
resistance. 

Jayne could sense the gathering surrender, and with a satisfied grin, the 
vivacious redhead fucked her wet tongue deeper into the quivering sheath of 
Daphne's involuntarily welcoming cunt. The more experienced woman then moved 
her own body around so that she could straddle with her legs pressed tightly 
to the brown-haired woman's shoulders, her widespread thighs undulating in a 
hunched position over Daphne's contorted face. She began to orally fuck her 
yielding cunt harder and faster now, sliding her soft wet tongue far up into 
the dilating, clasping channel, and reveling in the unintelligible sounds 
the bride-to-be was whimpering beneath her obscene ministrations. Jayne 
licked and sucked around the velvet-like interior of the swollen, 
hair-rimmed pussy lips, feeling the soft silkiness of Daphne's pubic curls 
graze tantalizingly against her nose and cheeks. 

Unable to stop her pulsing thighs from responding by arching upwards 
slightly in a slow, eager grinding against Jayne's face, Daphne moaned with 
mounting desire. Her wavering thoughts of right or wrong, depravity or 
passion, passed with the shivers of uncontained hunger and she drew her 
thighs wider apart to give Jayne freer access to the wetly trembling flesh 
of her tremoring pussy. She found that despite her aversion, she was 
clutching her friend's slender asscheeks with almost spastic strength, and 
her face was tangled in the red wisps of Jayne's pubic hair. Ripples of 
shame and abhorrence coursed through her defenseless body, and her mind 
rebelled at returning the liquid caresses she was so ardently accepting. I 
can't do it! I can't do this, too, after everything else I've done, she 
cried to herself. 

But Daphne's reluctance was irresistibly overridden by the inundation of 
sensuality and excitement. Her lips and tongue tentatively fucked into the 
cleft of Jayne's soft cuntal slit, and she inhaled the beautiful bouquet of 
female aroma coming from the heated loins hovering just above her face. Her 
own pussy ached with the twin devils of her friend's lewd mouthings and the 
arousal of her own depraved actions, and after a short second of hesitation, 
her head began to oscillate slavishly as she abandoned herself to sucking 
the tender pink flesh of Jayne's cunt. 

"That's marvelous! Oooohhhhhh!" Jayne cried in a muffled voice. "Ooohhh, 
yessssssss, that's it. That's it, lover! Faster! Now, faster!" 

Teasing her best friend's little pink clitoris as Jayne was taunting her 
own, Daphne was tonguing hungrily now, and she was salivating as never 
before as she kissed and licked the trembling cuntal split. She ran her pink 
tongue greedily up the full length between the passionately rotating 
asscheeks, lapping wetly around the tightly closed rosebud of Jayne's 
asshole and then down over the fluted, pink edges of her cunt and over the 
sensation bud at the crest of her pubic mound. And in return, she could feel 
every tantalizing second of Jayne's tongue laving through the soft swelling 
of her sensitive cunt like a knife through warm butter. It flicked 
relentlessly between her widespread legs, stopping sporadically to curl its 
way deep into her urgently gripping cunt. She jerked spasmodically as she 
squirmed under the lesbian woman hunched on all fours above her, nothing 
mattering now but the ecstasy of the lovely searing sensations steaming 
through every inch of her naked flesh. Nothing mattered to either of the 
women as they impaled their tongues deep, deep into the delicious piquancy 
of each other's hungering cunts. And lost as they were in their licentious 
wildness, they failed to hear the soft, surreptitious turning of the key in 
the lock! 

It was Muhammad himself who had thought it a good morning to see what he 
could do about getting rid of his sexual frustrations with the beautiful 
white hostage girl who had accommodated him so well, the night before! She 
wouldn't be the first woman he had, had to break in slowly and laboriously 
to cock-sucking. Some women took to it right away and some didn't. He knew 
that. Maybe he ought to apologize or, better still, make it up to her by 
showing her what a good cunt-fuck was! He was just about to greet her with a 
jovial smile, some more of his magic white powder, and a few words of 
apology, followed by flattery and some clever seduction, when he was stopped 
by strange, muffled noises just beyond the opened door. Silently he pushed 
it wider and walked in, closing the door softly behind him. In all of his 
life he had never seen a scene which was so incredible. In fact, his first 
reaction was absolute paralysis. But gradually his surprise wore off, 
although he still found it difficult to believe his own eyes. Allah, he 
sucked in his breath! Allah be praised! 

Daphne was here all right although not in very great pain, and for some 
reason, they had moved her white girl friend into the same room! Here she 
was, her flaming hair unmistakable, hunched on top of the little white dove 
he had earlier claimed. He watched transfixed with dazed amazement now, his 
unbelieving, bug-eyed brown eyes locking on the sweat-glistening white tits 
that were dancing invitingly on his little dove's chest, her softly curling 
pubic hair almost entirely hidden by Jayne's voraciously tonguing mouth. 
Allah be praised, he repeated to himself once again. He had walked out of 
one frustration into a worse one, for now he was to be doubly aroused unless 
he could get up the courage to leave! Yet he was fascinated to see two white 
women turned into a raw, lust-deranged pair of passionate animals! 

Muhammad stood quietly in front of the door. There was no place to hide, so 
he simply stood, wondering how long it would be before he was seen and 
chuckling to himself over the possible reactions that were sure to take 
place when he was! He stood with widely gaping eyes, not sure he believed 
the lewd unnatural orgy that was unfolding on the bed, and he remembered how 
reluctant Daphne had been with him! His fragile male ego was stung to the 
quick by the idea that the female preferred to make it with another woman 
until he remembered that there were such females, ones that no man could 
interest at all. He began then to find the sordid scene strangely exciting. 
He knew he should break in and tear them apart or turn away and leave the 
room. It was not the sort of sexual practice that he should condone. No man 
in his right mind could accept such a thing! Yet, he could do neither, but 
he only stood there like a voyeur and watched. 

As he remained in open-mouthed awe, Muhammad found himself trembling 
nervously, viewing the nakedly exposed white bodies of his little dove and 
that redhead they captured with her, writhing in abandoned passion. He had 
never witnessed such an exhibition of sheer, unadulterated obscenity, and it 
was getting into his own prick. He could feel his black cock harden under 
his pants in empathetic response to the sight of the two women so moistly 
fused together on the bed. He sensed ripples of arousal coming up from his 
big loins as he sighted in on Jayne's mouth buried deeply around Daphne's 
hungrily grinding wet cunt. Even the tiny pink flanges of the brown-haired 
girl's pussy could be seen clasping hungrily around Jayne's fucking tongue 
as it slipped in and out of the soft, wet surrounding of light brown curling 
pubic hair. Muhammad watched hypnotized as the brownette's tight wet cuntal 
lips skewered up and down her girl friend's taunting pink tongue, following 
it out as it withdrew and disappeared back inside as Jayne thrust up between 
Daphne's white legs again. He moved his attention along Jayne's undulating 
body to her tight round ass and quivering thighs where they hovered over the 
light-haired girl's face. He could see that Daphne was also sucking Jayne's 
red-haired pussy with equally fevered delight. She had to be, he reasoned, 
unable to see that clearly, for her mouth was drawn up as far as it could go 
and her hands were digging into Jayne's ass in an effort to pull the woman's 
loins deeper down on her face. God! The little innocent dove was sure one 
hot bitch! Muhammad thought incredulously. The erotically stimulated jailer 
sensed his cock was growing stiffer, hardening against the front of his 
pants and wetting the material with his warmly seeping seminal fluid. 

His breath began to seethe in heated short gasps as he continued to watch 
bug-eyed, his eyes locked frantically on his naked little dove's cunt lips 
again. They were wet and gleaming from Jayne's impassioned tongue, and the 
mere idea of that warm moist cavern closing around his blood-engorged prick 
caused it to jerk with desire. Fiery sperm boiled in his lust-distended 
testicles as the big black man contemplated the feel of his aching cock 
fucking deep up into his now wanton little cock-sucker's hot, 
desire-slickened cunt in place of her girl friend's laving mouth. It wasn't 
fair that this red haired woman was enjoying what he had been denied! 

Automatically, quickly, silently, his eyes never once leaving the enticing 
sight of the dual slaverings, Muhammad opened the front of his pants to ease 
the pressure on his desire-constricted cock. He let his fly fall open and 
his great blood-swollen erection jutted stone hard from his black loins. He 
began to stroke it lightly, pulling the heavy foreskin back over the hard 
rubbery head, letting his volcanic cum build and build in his pulsating 
testicles while he watched the lewdly churning white females on the bed 
before Daphne pressed her buttery mouth closer to Jayne's cunt in a moment 
of mindless passion and reached down between their heaving bodies to play 
with her friend's sensuously quivering tits, while her own cunt grew 
increasingly hot, hungry and open. Her friend's wet tongue invaded it 
relentlessly, lashing at her erect raw clitoris, laving and sucking 
everywhere in her throbbing pussy, slippery in the juices, eel-like in her 
belly, and returning to her wildly tingling clitoris. The aroused brownette 
commenced to pant explosively, knowing she was nearing her climax as her 
naked loins curled up and pressed with vibrant tension to bring the other 
girl's magic mouth to the quivering center of her lusting hole. Below her, 
Jayne was gasping, straining for air between Daphne's clenching thighs, 
never breaking the fervent, lashing contact of her buried face. Even her 
nose was immersed during the wild depravity of their illicit love-making in 
each other's wetly steaming cunts. 

Against the door, Muhammad was still masturbating his heavy, blood-pulsing 
cock in long, deliberately tantalizing strokes and staring with bulging eyes 
at the abandoned white females on the bed, before him. Praise to the 
Prophet, he thought with pain and passion burning feverishly in him, they're 
ready to cum! He could see both of their eyes growing glassy, and moist 
secretions seeping from between their smoothly twisting asscheeks as they 
ground up and down against each other from the wild ecstasy spiraling 
through them. He felt his own ass tighten and he groaned inwardly as he 
pumped still harder on his burgeoning prick, imagining its hot rubbery black 
tip was pressing deep between Daphne's parted white thighs, the blunt black 
head replacing the other girl's wet tongue which he could so thoroughly see 
as it fucked in and out of his little dove's tight elastic cunt. His cock 
would fit so nicely there! would work its way so perfectly into the wet, 
brown-haired slit of white pussy flesh. Aaahhhhhh, his black stony, cock 
entering Daphne's hot devouring pussy now, he thought through a heated daze 
of arousal. Yessss, it was slowly slithering into the warm, throbbing sheath 
of hot cuntal moisture. 

The hungry pulsing walls of Daphne's cunt clasped warmly around Jayne's 
lewdly thrusting pink tongue, and the muscles of her belly writhed in the 
torment of her unleashed passions. She was about to explode with orgasm, and 
feverishly she pressed her nakedly exposed loins up harder into Jayne's 
face, every inch of her perspiring flesh on fire. She gasped and moaned as 
she strove instinctively to bring her friend to the same delirious 
completion, jerking her climaxing pussy up tight against Jayne's mouth as 
the heated orgasmic secretions poured from her hotly pulsating cunt in a 
seemingly unending stream. 

The lascivious Jayne felt her friend reach her peak, and then her own 
soaring climax hit, taking hold of her voluptuous young body and sending it 
surging downward against the bobbing face of the naked young woman. She 
pushed up and down in an obscenely abandoned desire, pleading for longer, 
hotter mouthings as she crooned out her violent release. 

At the same time Muhammad's bloated cock suddenly shot out thick spurting 
loads of creamy cum as his imagination and hand combined to allow him to 
enjoy the bursting sensations of climax. Muhammad's big black pumping cock 
spewed heavy droplets of his sperm across the floor and against the wall as 
he turned backwards, trickles of thin white semen rolling down in long, slow 
trails like sap oozing out of the old wood onto the floor of the room. 

A thousand curses! he muttered inwardly then. Why didn't I fuck them with 
it? Both of them! I could have fucked the two white whores, one after the 
other! What have I done? 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Neither of the two women had seen him come in or knew how long he had been 
there. It hardly mattered. The fact that the big black man was standing 
against the door staring at them meant that he had seen enough. Almost 
instantaneously Jayne jumped up and scrambled to put on her pin striped 
dress, not out of a sense of modesty or propriety, but because she had been 
told by her own guard about the very strict rule against females fucking 
females. The boy had given her no inkling as to why the rule existed, and it 
occurred to Jayne in a flood of panic that there might be some odd religious 
or political reason among these people for such a rule, a reason that made 
sense to them if not to her. God knows what the penalty might be! She 
slipped the dress over her head and tied a sash, that was supposed to go 
over her shoulder, around her tiny waist. Daphne, too, had slipped into her 
dress and then just slumped over in a pathetic little heap. 

Jayne bent down over her huddled girlfriend. "Sweetheart," she said, trying 
to sound reassuring in spite of her quavering voice. "It was beautiful. 
That's all that counts and don't you forget it or let anyone make it wrong!" 

For a few very long moments the girls were silent. They hardly even 
breathed. Daphne was terrified. For all she knew, it could be the end of all 
hope for their very lives if the people here lost respect for them! Who 
knows what their tradition was concerning lesbians? When she looked at 
Muhammad, she couldn't tell if he was going to burst out with laughter or 
anger. 

Thick veins were beginning to bulge in his neck, and his face seemed to get 
darker and darker until finally he could stand it no longer. He laughed a 
kind of dry, mirthless laugh that was terrifying. 

"Well," he boomed. "We'll be lucky if we can accomplish anything with you 
two! We'll be most fortunate if anyone wants you back strongly enough to 
bargain for you!" He had heard no news yet about how the business side of 
this affair was progressing. Hussein was negotiating this very day. 

At the moment, however, Muhammad was not as interested in business as he was 
in watching the terrified faces of the white female prisoners and in 
hatching plans for the best use of what he had just seen to get what he 
wanted. He knew that what he had seen was currency in his pocket and that 
his next decision was what to buy with it! This was the first time he had 
ever seen two women fucking each other. In fact, it was the first time since 
he was a little boy that he had watched any sex act at all as a voyeur. It 
was a lust-inciting role. The whole idea of involving more than a couple, 
several people at once, an orgy, was beginning to look good to him. 

Daphne felt not only afraid but crazy and sick. She did not fear the same 
kind of repercussions that Jayne did. It was not religious or political 
penalties that were on her mind! She already knew more about this sly man 
than her friend knew. There was no doubt in her mind but that Muhammad would 
think up some way to blackmail her with this and force her to finish sucking 
his hardened cock this time! She could only hope that was the only price he 
would exact! 

During the silence of the three-way stare of shock, she had already decided 
that her only course of action with Geoffrey was to tell him the truth, when 
and if she ever saw him again. She was going to have to tell him the whole 
sordid story about this strange abduction and the drugs and about Fuad and 
Muhammad and... and Jayne! If he could not understand and forgive her as she 
had forgiven him for his affair with the older woman, perhaps she would 
rather not marry him anyway! So, if Muhammad was going to threaten her with 
telling her fiance about her behavior, he was not going to succeed with 
such blackmail. 

Meanwhile, Jayne could not understand why the big black, man was just 
staring at them, especially at Daphne, until she realized that his mind was 
probably trying to figure out what to do about all this... maybe whether or 
not to turn the white girls in... to squeal on them! In that case, there 
might be a chance that she could interest him in holding his tongue. She 
looked down at the crotch of his pants, into which he had stuffed his 
deflated cock just a few minutes before, and wondered how he could have 
remained unaroused by what he had seen. Perhaps he had not seen much at all! 
Still, he had definitely seen their nakedness, and both she and Daphne were 
voluptuous girls, she knew. Another possibility was that white women simply 
left him cold! Hah, thought the worldly-wise Jayne Van der Veen. That would 
be a miracle indeed! Even the young ardently loyal-to-the-cause black boy 
who had watched over her last night had not denied himself her treasured 
sweets. These blacks had a real thing for white girls, possibly because they 
had been denied the pleasure of lying with them, and it was something they 
longed and dreamed of. This strange man standing before them now suddenly 
became a challenge to the intrepid redhead. A challenge was the door to 
adventure, and the vivacious woman was never afraid of adventure! 

While Daphne still cowered in her own thoughts and questions concerning her 
future, Jayne ran her long slender fingers through her flaming hair in lieu 
of a comb, and biting her lips to their pinkest, she slowly approached the 
musing black guard. 

"Is it... is it almost lunch time?" she asked innocently while drawing the 
bulky dress taut over her roundly curved tits and flaring hips by placing 
her hands on her waist and pulling the pin striped fabric tight. The man's 
eyes flickered onto her and a spark of interest ignited there as he 
immediately understood the menu. 

"I don't know about everyone," he said. "But you, little white girl, had 
better get back to your own room! Come! I'll take you there myself." 

Muhammad opened the door which he had neglected to lock after him before 
because of the surprise that had greeted him, and he gestured Jayne through 
the doorway with a little bow and a sweep of his hand. 

At that moment a new thought flickered through Daphne's mind. These men had 
Muslim names and yet not many Muslim habits as far as she could tell. 
Perhaps they were not Muslims at all and their names were a mere disguise! 
Still, social habits were changing everywhere, even for the Muslims. It was 
just that the few Muslims she knew well were relatively uneducated servants 
like her father's cook and their ways were always a century behind. She 
could not picture the wife of her father's cook preceding him anywhere! But 
these men were very Europeanized. Their education placed them in a more 
international culture. Furthermore, Jayne was a prisoner and had to precede 
him to be watched! Well, that had been a useless hunch, she thought. You 
would think, though, that there would be some clue as to what was going on! 

Before Jayne disappeared through the open doorway, she turned to glance at 
her friend with a meaningful smile, meant to reassure her young fellow 
hostage that she, Jayne, was about to set everything to rights. Muhammad, 
about to close the door after them, poked his head back in, too. He seemed 
to have regained his joviality although there was still a sternness about it 
that fanned tremors of fear in Daphne's cooling spine. 

"I'll be back, little one," he promised with a cold wink. "With lunch." 

How Daphne hoped the man would forget that promise! She was hungry again, 
but preferred no lunch than to have him sitting in the room again while she 
ate. After what seemed like an hour of pacing and another hour of lying back 
on the bed staring up at the musty old ceiling, she decided that lunch was 
not going to be served today. She imagined the possibility of the group 
getting whatever they wanted and then clearing out of the building, leaving 
her and Jayne locked up behind, abandoned and starving. No, they were not 
like that! She could not believe it of Fuad or the big woman who had brought 
her breakfast or even of Hussein, who seemed far too sophisticated for 
cruelty of any kind. 

Finally, when she had just begun to doze on what felt like a permanently 
empty stomach, she again heard the noise of the key in the lock. Oh God, let 
it not be Muhammad, she whispered into the pillow before turning around. And 
it wasn't! Her big friendly woman had arrived with lunch! And, thank God, 
clean sheets! Daphne smiled gratefully for the lunch, for the sheets, and 
for the woman's presence. She could not recall ever being so grateful in her 
life for such little things. She could not recall ever feeling very grateful 
at all! 

Immediately she sat on the bed and accepted the tray in her lap. The warmth 
of it on her knees felt good even in the hot weather. She took the top off 
the large wooden plate to find two cabbage rolls, which she guessed were 
stuffed with frikkadels, spicy lamb patties which her mother often made, and 
saffron rice with raisins. She had always considered it a common dish, 
nothing unusual. Now it looked like a royal banquet. She wondered if she 
could convince this wonderful woman to stay with her during the afternoon! 
For though Muhammad had not brought lunch, she still feared his return! So 
she ate slowly. This would keep her companion for at least a while. It was a 
great strain on her willpower to eat the frikkadels too slowly. She liked 
them hot and they were excellent! Though she knew little else about this 
group, she did know they had a good cook! At last, however, there was no way 
she could drag the meal on any longer. Reluctantly she took the last 
mouthful and handed the tray back to the big woman. 

"Are... are you leaving?" she asked the woman as her big form lumbered 
toward the door. 

"Yes, leave now," the woman smiled. 

Daphne looked down at the clean sheets, wondering if she was supposed to 
make up the bed herself and then realizing once again with a sudden glimpse 
at reality that she was a prisoner, not a guest in a hotel! Of course she 
had to do it herself! She was almost tempted to leave it until later, but 
the thought of lying down on that dirty bed again once the sheets were here, 
inspired her with the energy to do it right away. She was halfway through 
this task when she heard the key in the lock again. It had to be Muhammad 
this time! But no, it was her woman again, coming to take her to the 
bathroom. What had become of the big black man, she wondered. Had he 
forgotten about her? Perhaps he was after Jayne now and she could imagine 
her friend Jayne not doing much better than her with him! 

It was not until much later in a boring afternoon that Muhammad showed up at 
her door. He did not try to touch her. In fact he seemed most respectful and 
very politely invited her to a party later on! How insane it was, she 
thought, to be a prisoner and be invited to a party! He did make her take 
two snorts of his 'magic powder' and before he went out, he left with her a 
fat cigarette of marijuana and also a flat white pill that he told her to be 
sure to take after her dinner. He said it was very similar to the magic 
powder he had been giving her, that it would relax her and that she wouldn't 
mind his presence so much! By this time, the powder had taken effect, and 
she felt the euphoria running through her. It made her listen very closely 
to what he was saying to her. 

His acknowledgement of her repugnance of him unnerved her. She felt terrible 
about it! She was accustomed to hiding such feelings. Guiltily, she promised 
to take the pill, and he left without further ado. 

Gratefully, she lay on the newly made bed and fell fast asleep. Towards 
waking, she had a strange dream. She was being blown away in one of those 
big balloons with a basket on it, and Geoffrey was chasing her across a 
field to try to catch the rope that dragged over the side. She kept seeing 
glimpses of his straining face, red with exertion and tear-stained with 
fear. But the weirdest part of the dream was that Fuad, whose face was 
already vague to her for not having seen it since last night, was walking 
quietly beside the run-away basket and did nothing at all to catch her, 
rather, he seemed amused by her plight. She awoke with a chill walking up 
her spine like an icy spider. 

After waking, a visit to the washroom again, and another good, hot dinner, 
Daphne remembered the little white pill. Assuming that it was, as her captor 
had told her, yet another form of a drug like cocaine, she dutifully popped 
it into her mouth and washed it down with her thick black Ethiopian style 
coffee. Then she waited. Suddenly she felt as though her entire body was 
beginning to burn up! In her panic, all she could think of was poison! What 
if she had taken poison? Perhaps the men had not been able to get what they 
were after! Maybe this was their clean way of doing away with her... Oh God! 
And so they would abandon a dead body instead of a starving one! And Jayne! 
What about Jayne? Had she taken one of those poison pills, too? 

The heat began to tingle and she became aware of a curious metamorphosis. It 
was not a painful burning that she felt. It was a... a lewd thing! A lewd 
burning! She was... was frustrated as hell! Horny, horny was the word, she 
believed. Her firm rounded upthrust white tits felt like massive twin 
mountains on her chest with three inch spikes piercing her dress out of each 
sensitive pink nipple. Her cunt hole felt wet and moist, open, needy... like 
a monstrous insatiable mouth, omnivorous and ready to explode for want of 
food! 

Soon the key turned once again in the lock and the startled young girl found 
herself hoping this time that it was some man, any man, even Muhammad! It 
was going to take an awfully large cock to fill the devouring wet maw 
between her legs! But the first man to enter the little room was, of all 
people at a time like this, Hussein! And after him came Fuad and then a 
grinning Muhammad and for an awful moment, she was sure that the two men had 
confessed to what had happened and that they had all come to hear her 
version. God! What was her version? She couldn't even remember! All she 
could think of was getting at least two of them out of the way in hopes that 
the third would be interested in having sex with her, and she didn't care 
which it was! 

They had with them a couple of chairs and when they were all seated, with 
Hussein on the bed beside her, the large woman brought in a tray with a 
chipolata a lovely molded desert with tangerine liqueur. The atmosphere was 
very strange, the men staring at her intently, as if waiting for something 
from her, and Daphne might have noticed it if it were not for her almost 
painfully uncomfortable condition. Finally, Hussein broke the good news. 
They were celebrating the success of his negotiating, and since it meant she 
would be returning home tomorrow, they had decided to celebrate with her! It 
did not even occur to the poor distraught, over frustrated girl to wonder 
why Jayne was not included. All she could think of was the nearness of 
Hussein's muscular body and then across the way was Fuad's and beside him 
Muhammad's! Oh God, she could barely sit still! She had a wild urge to rub 
her pussy right in front of the black men. She was grateful that her 
clitoris was easily hidden. For the first time in her life she really 
understood what it must be like to a man to be tempted sexually and have to 
go unfulfilled. Oh, Geoffrey she thought wildly. What had she done to him 
night after night after night? Oh God! What a horrible person she had been! 
How stupid! How selfish! How... how much of a cock tease! God, she just 
couldn't wait to get into one of their pants, but all three of them showed 
no signs of going or of undressing. They absorbed themselves in food and the 
wine they had brought. But they continued to watch her intently. What they 
gave her for food, she gobbled down in a great rush, not to enjoy it, but to 
get it over with and out of the way in preparation for more important 
things. They were now onto smoking grass and nibbling at the end of the 
cake, chatting pleasantly, making no references to sex or anything that she 
awaited. They finished the last bit of cake and Hussein himself prepared 
some cocaine for her, which they had her snort before they also snorted a 
bit. Then Daphne was given more wine. God, when this going to end or start 
or something? She wondered impatiently. And finally her patience cracked as 
her sexual frustration broke all bonds of control and launched her into 
action like a fight manager launches his champion! What the hell, she 
thought. I'll get things going! 

So she stood up suddenly and announced in a loud if somewhat slurred voice; 
"My African friends, my black lovers, I'm ready whenever you are," and with 
that she began to pull her dress up over her head to reveal her lush round 
white tits, their ripe nipples already hardened and coned out in sexual 
expectation. The three men looked toward her in delight. She stepped out 
away from them and the tray and began to run her hands sensuously along her 
bare white belly and then down to between the inside of her lush white 
thighs. 

Then Muhammad and Hussein were quickly at her side, the tall, muscular 
Hussein stood before her and began running his black hands over her firm, 
full white tits, like ripe succulent melons, their tiny strawberry nipples 
hardening even more to his touch. She still had her small lace panties on, 
and Hussein drew the thin material down around her thighs, lifting each of 
her legs in order to slide them off her feet along with her sandals. Then he 
stood back, his dark brown eyes bulging appreciatively and his breath 
sucking between his teeth. 

"Well, I was beginning to wonder, but Muhammad said you would ask for it, 
and that you were an insatiable little white girl, hot to go all the time. I 
have to admit, I did not believe him!" He turned to Muhammad. 

"This is going to be one fine going away party," he said. "She is just as 
you described, and as luscious as a cantaloupe. Look at those big white 
tits!" he snickered through fine ivory teeth. 

"And look, look at her full thighs... beautiful white thighs!" Muhammad 
added lustfully! "She will give a man a good ride Hussein!" 

For a brief moment, Daphne felt again her deep resentment and fear of 
Muhammad. As he spoke of her as if he was selling her wares to Hussein, he 
made her feel cheap and ashamed. She tried to collect her thoughts, but she 
couldn't seem to concentrate on why she should feel angry or afraid, not 
with this horny buzzing between her hot thighs. When she glanced at Muhammad 
again, she looked at him differently now. Of course, he was untrustworthy, 
he had after all tricked her into having oral sex with him, but he was sure 

good-looking! They were all so good-looking! 

"I can tell you, from my personal experience with her my friends, this white 
girl has one fine, tight little snatch!" he was saying. 

Daphne's first instinct was to be completely humiliated, upset and 
embarrassed, especially when she saw the flash of contempt flicker her way 
in Fuad's eyes. He was the only one sitting back. What was wrong with him? 
She wondered why he waited. 

As the other two, Hussein and Muhammad continued to run their hands boldly 
over her naked white flesh, exploring her more and more intimately, black 
hands hefting her heavy white melons, fingers seeking inside her wet snatch 
and into the deep, split crack of her rounded white asscheeks, she suddenly 
saw the situation in a new light. They were all co-conspirators in a plot to 
seduce and have sex with their white captive! 

Then she began laughing. The wonderful drugs washed all resentment and worry 
away. They looked at her and then at each other and then they all laughed 
easily together. Even Fuad finally joined in as she sank down on the floor 
like one exhausted and dazed, first to her knees, then plopping over onto 
her plump ass and stretched her white legs out in front of her and finally 
lay there on the floor before them. Then her breath caught, hitching in her 
throat as she watched Muhammad move in and lean over her, his black hand 
reaching right down between her open, longing thighs toward her heated, 
hungry genitals. 

"Open them, my little white dove," he commanded her strongly. "Open them 
wide for us!" 

Slowly Daphne splayed her trembling, fleshy white thighs apart to the 
delight of the three black men, revealing her slightly parted red cuntal 
slit to all of their eager eyes. She gasped with pleasure as Muhammad 
slithered deep and unceremoniously into her sweet pussy with one thick 
middle finger, easing it well up into her ready cunt and gently stroked it 
in and out, moving all around her wetly flooding pussy walls. 

"Oooooohhhhhh, it's sooooooo goooooddd," the nakedly exposed bride-to-be 
moaned clasping his big muscular wrist in her small white hands and pressing 
her ass up against his palm. The wet noises of her pussy juices were loud as 
he sloshed his thick ginger around in her, revealing to all of them how wet 
and aroused she was. Muhammad's impassioned black face watched that lucky 
finger enter between the brownette's tender, hair-framed cuntal lips. Allah 
be praised, he sighed, but she was truly delicious. He knew now why he had 
been so angry at her for not letting him fuck her. Wow, but things had 
changed, he would get his chance now as well as his revenge! He was really 
going to enjoy this! 

"Aaaahhhhhh, my black cock has been aching for you, my little white dove, 
ever since it's poor little eye opened upon your fair flesh!" he told her 
laughing. He didn't take his eyes from her white shapely body sprawled naked 
below him as he stripped his pants and shirt off. 

"Just a minute," hissed Hussein good-naturedly through his teeth. "Whose 
coin is she?" he asked with a chuckle and without taking his eyes from her 
white form either. "I was the successful negotiator, and I shall pluck the 
peach first this night." 

Muhammad slowly withdrew his finger and Daphne sighed with longing as she 
lay there watching the three attractive black men undress above her. A 
strong quiver of hot excitement passed through her dripping wet loins. She 
wanted so badly to be fucked now by all of them, that she felt no more anger 
at Muhammad, nor any more feeling of a need for fidelity to Fuad, who she 
now just looked at as another cock to enter her horny pussy, no fear of the 
leader, Hussein, who supposedly had frowned on sex but who had a nasty 
hard-on and a need to fuck his young white prisoner, apparently. But she 
couldn't really think of that. All she could see was that he had a very 
attractive build. 

She watched Muhammad drop his pants and stand naked, his long thick black 
cock stretching out like an ebony club from his hairy loins. Daphne stared 
at it once again in awe. Next, she saw the more reluctant Fuad unleash his 
own huge shaft of swelling black granite. And Muhammad said; "Sucking black 
cocks is your forte, my little white dove. This cock should fill you full of 
happiness." He motioned toward Fuad. "But since we bow to Hussein's right 
for the privilege of your cunt for his private territory, that leaves me 
only one hole left at the moment, doesn't it? You are fortunate that I am 
the champion white-ass-reamer in all of Africa!" 

The lovely little brownette trembled and moaned with uncontainable lust, 
their actions having a stronger effect on her body than anything she had 
ever experienced. Dear Lord, the sight of those huge black pricks all 
blood-engorged and hard as stone sent chills of hot expectation rippling 
through her, setting off tiny sparks of fascinated excitement that she could 
not believe! 

And the leader of the group, Hussein, was slipping down on the floor beside 
her and wrapping his arms around her soft and comely, nakedly exposed white 
body, pulling her tightly against his hot black one. They lay pressed 
together, his rigid black cock pushing all the way through her soft inner 
white thighs between the crack of her taut ass. He moved his loins hungrily 
against her pelvis, and then she felt his hard, blood-veined shaft thrusting 
through the syrupy-slick pink lips of her cunt. The immediate contact of her 
cuntal hole instigated electric sensations lewdly through her entire 
blood-stream. 

"Ooooooohhhhhh," the young, white, bride-to-be, moaned in confusion as waves 
of passion flowed hotly through her mind. "Oooooohhhhhh, do it! Please! Do 
it! Do it to me!" 

She was moaning uncontrollably, trying to press her soft fleshy thighs to 
his and helping him enter her trembling white belly. But she was lying now 
stretched on her side, her shimmering white asscheeks a quivering, succulent 
spectacle that urged the naked black man on even stronger, and he clutched 
her plump, nakedly curved creamy ass in one hand pulling it even closer to 
his searching black loins. His erect marble-hard cock slid up along her 
tender hair-fringed pussy slit, inserting itself in the pink moist flesh 
between her hotly swelling cunt lips and slipping up to taunt her hardening 
clitoris. She responded to the wild twisting and grinding motion of 
Hussein's hips, and the stabs of pleasure he was producing with his sliding 
cock seemed to stoke a wild, hotly glowing fire within her little belly. 

"Bend your leg, white girl," he ordered breathlessly. "Raise it up and then 
hook your leg over my ass, so I can fuck you sideways!" 

After a second of hesitation, Daphne slowly drew up her leg and snaked it 
around his arching flanks. 

"That's the way," Hussein chuckled, murmuring in her ear. He reached his 
hand down between their naked contrasting bellies then and grasped his 
palpitating black cock, moving it up to the tiny elastic opening of her 
seeping pussy. He watched with his eyes gleaming as the aroused white 
woman's mouth opened and closed in her heated abandon, then he fucked 
forward, driving his prick through the warm soft delicious folds of her 
cunt, feeling the warm, curl-fringed lips close over the rounded head of his 
heavily throbbing black cock. He humped his ass, sensing all of the aroused 
desire this scene had created in him surge with his hard black cock into the 
warm shaded grotto between her dazzling white thighs. 

As she felt the hotly pulsing lips around her little pussy-hole part, their 
fleshy snugness enveloping his hard, excitedly jerking black prick, Daphne 
moaned. "Oooohhh God! Aaaaaahhhhhh!" 

Hussein reveled in hearing this puritanical looking young girl crying out in 
passion, and he fucked inward again, deeper this time. He wanted to feel her 
squirming against him, needing him, needing his lust-swollen cock fucking 
her shitless Then he fucked still deeper into her little white belly with 
everything he had, sinking his passion-inflated stone cock all the way to 
its hilt in her cunt. He felt his semen-bloated black testicles slap 
resoundingly against her hotly twitching inner thighs as she ground her 
quivering ass against his thighs, and deeper and deeper into her devouringly 
steaming cunt, he burrowed. 

He then began a hard, grinding, revolving movement with his pelvis between 
her white thighs, plugging his big black cock tightly into her pussy, 
expanding the defenseless walls of her hungering cunt beyond all reason. 
Daphne could sense the muscles in his powerful ass flexing as he began a 
slow, rhythmic fucking motion in and out of her moistly gripping pussy, 
always building toward more urgent strokes, until he was fucking forth from 
the very apex of his withdrawal. His throbbing hard prick felt as though it 
would burst right up into the bottom of her throat from below! Its bloated 
head pumped harder and faster against the bottom of her belly up inside the 
feverish white girl, rocking her hips and thighs against his hand on her ass 
with an insane, wild passion. 

Then suddenly Muhammad gave a yelp. "Aaahhhhhh! This tempts me too much! I 
cannot wait!" 

"Take it easy, Muhammad! You'll get your turn!" Hussein managed in a choked 
voice. "You're right after me." 

"I have heard it said," Muhammad insisted, "that she can be fucked by both 
at the same time!" 

"Sure," spoke up an amused Fuad. "Fuck her in the asshole while she's riding 
Hussein's prick!" 

Daphne heard Fuad's scornful words, but she was too aroused and out of 
control to care that he was suggesting Muhammad fuck her poor little virgin 
asshole. And even had she been able to decipher his words properly, Muhammad 
slipped down beside the ecstatically mewling white woman so quickly, and 
with his fingers, stretched the already wide-splayed pink crack between her 
creamy asscheeks. He gloated over the lust-building view of the leader's 
hard black cock fucking in and out of her throbbing white cunt like a 
plunger, and at the way her sensitive pink pussy lips seemed to oval around 
the hard rod of the other man's cock, coating it with her cunt-oils, and 
swallowing it deep up into her tight, hair-fringed red pussyhole. It was a 
close-up of supreme lewdness, and Muhammad ogled it appreciatively, his own 
quivering erection ready to split with the immediacy of his passion. Where 
had he been all his life that he missed such orgies! 

"Hot little white dove!" he croaked, mesmerized by the obscene vision just 
inches from his eyes. He had never seen a white chick as innocently pretty, 
yet as voluptuous, as this one. He then reached his hand around and between 
Daphne's asscheeks and a river of warm cuntal secretions moistened his palm. 
He rotated his fingers around her tiny puckered asshole, lubricating it as 
he pressed hotly against the hungrily nibbling little circle, feeling the 
tiny ring of rubbery flesh give way easily, and his black finger slid 
smoothly up into the soft spongy walls of her rectum. Daphne jerked forward 
on his salaciously skewering probe. 

"Aaaaagggggghhh!" she blurted out. Tears of pleasure as well as pain, 
though, flowed down her pretty face as the full realization of what was 
happening overwhelmed her mind. This had to be the very height of sexual 
experience! She arched her ass back, feeling the humidly clinging walls of 
her rectum impaled deeper by the lewdly invading finger. She spread her 
white legs wider apart to give him greater access to her now greedily 
demanding little asshole that he was preparing to fuck with his stony black 
cock. Then Daphne squirmed in a wild pagan dance between the two naked black 
men, feeling the wild, ecstatic pleasure coursing through her sinews from 
this lewd, obscene ravishment of her nakedly exposed genitals. 

"Hot damn, she's got one tight, unfucked little asshole," Muhammad said 
laughing with a low whistle. "I'm going to really fuck it to you, little 
white dove. Just as I earlier promised you, you wait and see!" 

As Muhammad smoothly but slowly removed his black finger from her rubbery 
pink asshole, the tightly gripping muscle ring clung to it as if reluctant 
to let it go. Then he snuggled himself up against Daphne from behind until 
he was nuzzling the back of her head with his gleaming black face, and his 
granite feeling cock was rubbing around in her creamy ass, sliding up and 
down against the wet, slippery cock fucking up into her cunt from below. She 
moaned and shivered in undreamed of ecstasy. 

Hussein dug his fine black hands into the young girl's white shoulders, 
pulling them hard and flat against his naked chest. Muhammad pried the upper 
cheek of her ass higher with one hand, while guiding the massive 
blood-engorged shaft of his prick with his other hand. Its hot rubbery tip 
pressed obscenely against her tiny, hotly nibbling rectal lips. 

Then gently he eased it in and the inflated head of his cock slithered into 
her prepared, openly waiting asshole. 

As Muhammad fucked more of his heavily throbbing ridged cock into her 
asshole with little forward jerks, Daphne squealed in uninhibited delight. 
She could hear his chortles of pleasure bubbling behind her and her drug 
enhanced mind came to the dreamy conclusion that she was finally proud of 
having a body that could bring this kind of joy to him. 

The big black man continued to fuck upward into her asshole, pressuring all 
of his great lengthy prick far up into the tight little pink opening between 
her plump asscheeks until his pubic hair grazed against the softness of her 
nakedly grinding white ass. He moaned contentedly, and then he began humping 
back and forth as she lay on her side in helpless undulation between the 
dual fuckings. 

It was then that Fuad crouched down near the top of her head and whispered 
fiercely, "How do you like it, little white girl? Now when someone asks you 
if you've ever been really fucked before, you can answer 'yes!' in a big 
booming voice instead of a little squeak! Because you have been fucked by 
black men, and now you know what a real man can give you!" 

Yes, thought Daphne, she would feel like shouting it from the house top, she 
was sure! Her body felt wonderful! She was reaching insane heights of sexual 
excitement she never knew possible. Deep in the back of her mind she 
wondered if this would be the last time, her last big sex-bash! And then she 
would finish the wildness of sex and drugs and look again for Geoffrey's 
love. But this time, she hoped, it would be deeper and more real. But for 
tonight, she would have these African spears prodding relentlessly into her 
white body, and she would have herself one hell of a last good time! 

Now the brown-haired girl could feel Hussein and Muhammad beginning to fuck 
her in unison, pulling out until only their huge lust-engorged cock-heads 
remained still sunk inside her hungrily quivering white belly. Hussein's 
held by the tightly locked lips of her pink cunt and Muhammad's by the 
greedily constricting muscle of her tight asshole. Then they fucked inward, 
time and time again, spearing simultaneously deep up inside the soft 
surrendered resilience of the hapless white girl into her steaming cunt and 
asshole, their thick hard black cocks pushing against each other along the 
twin channels of her ravaged loins. 

Now Fuad watched the beautiful young white girl being ravaged, lost in her 
hypnotized excitement, he began stroking his own massive black cock above 
her head as he stared at Hussein's fucking into her hot, moist pink pussy 
while Muhammad fucked back and forth sideways mashing the soft round cheeks 
of her ass as he drove relentlessly into her hotly devouring little rectum. 

"Move your heads aside, brothers," he called out to the other two men, "I am 
joining you now!" 

So as to allow room to their carnally incited cohort, the other two black 
men gladly stretched their upper torsos slightly. Fuad positioned himself 
supporting his weight on all fours and had an unrestricted view of Daphne 
lying like a full-sized angelic white doll between the cadenced fucking of 
the other two black men's cocks. Her head was between his muscular black 
thighs and he could feel her moistly trembling lips brush against the hair 
of his legs. Then, panting hoarsely, he reached down between his legs and 
grabbed his cock, rubbing the spongy head of it lightly against her cheek. 

"Suck it, baby," he commanded her, "Suck it white baby, suck my black cock!" 

Daphne turned her head upwards and could see the full length of his pulsing 
hard prick looming down directly at her mouth. She felt wildly excited at 
the thought of the male sperm that he wished to pump into her throat, and 
she rolled her head from side to side between his squeezing black thighs. 

Then she opened her buttery soft lips and let him sit further down onto her 
white face, sliding his hardened cock into the warm moist recesses of her 
hungering mouth. She felt the thick, blood-rigid shaft glide along the 
length of her sensitive pink tongue, filling her cheeks with its firm male 
flesh. Fuad held her head firmly between his thighs and began pumping up and 
down between her pouty lips in an oral fuck, the full length of his black 
cock nearly disappearing completely between her automatically ovaling, 
sucking lips. 

Her first young black lover groaned incoherently above her, undulating his 
ass and pushing his groin down tight against her white face. He wanted her 
to make him cum, and he wanted to make her swallow it all, as Muhammad had 
told him this afternoon that she had managed to partly refuse to do for him! 
He flexed his muscular loins up and down at the rounded hole formed by her 
thirsting lips and spoke in a thick whisper, 

"Yessssss, my little white baby. You love a black man's cock now, don't you? 
Go ahead, have your treat, tighten your mouth around it and suck it harder!" 

Obedient, Daphne did as he desired, feeling at the same time the tendrils of 
arousal growing even stronger from the thought of her mouth being fucked 
crudely this way while the other two black men fucked her cunt and asshole 
with relish. Fuad watched the naked white woman sucking eagerly on his 
plunging, fucking black cock with lewdly clasping lips. Then, almost 
unconsciously, she began to undulate her lush white ass and squeeze with her 
cunt and rectal muscles the hard, penetrating shafts of hot lusting black 
flesh fucking rhythmically into her tingling loins, while she still sucked 
voraciously on the prick fucking into her mouth like a long drill. Her 
cheeks were hollowing and bloating licentiously, suddenly delighting in the 
exploration of its ridges and wrinkles as her wet tongue licked feverishly 
at the lust-inflated head, the tip probing eagerly into the tiny slit at its 
end. She took one hand and reached his dangling scrotum above her face, and 
she cupped the black testicles warmly, beginning to caress and milk them 
with an instinctive knowing gentleness. 

The young, newly-awakened bride-to-be's hips were moving back of their own 
volition now against Muhammad's thrusting marble black cock fucking up into 
her greedily devouring rectal hole, and then humping forward to absorb 
Hussein's prick plunging lewdly into her wetly dilating pink cunt. All sense 
of reluctance or moral decency dissipated from her mind in the sudden heat 
of ecstatic sexual sensations that were consuming her now. Nothing 
registered any longer but the three lust-hardened cocks fucking into every 
opening she had, and she began to rock wantonly to their delight, pleading 
to be fucked by them, by the man in her asshole and the man in her cunt-hole 
and the man kneeling over her beautiful cock-filled white face. 

"Oooohhhhh, fuck me harder!" she crooned up around the black stiff rod every 
time it withdrew far enough for her to say anything at all. "Fill me with 
your cum!" God, with all three of them, she was going to bubble in all 
directions like a hot springs, she thought. 

None of the men needed further encouragement. Together they fucked 
repeatedly into the writhing brownette-between them like a well-rehearsed 
team, all four naked persons searching for that final crest of orgasm that 
would surely flood the room! 

"Yes! Yes!" Daphne mumbled. She had sensed Fuad's cock abruptly swelling 
between her soft lips, and she tugged at it wetly with all the strength of 
her hotly milking mouth to suck it down past her tonsils into her throat. It 
burst then and gushed forth thick streams of creamy pungent sperm deep down 
into her thirstily absorbing white belly. She clasped her tonsils in a tight 
band around the back of the heavily ejaculating cock-head, wanting to siphon 
it bone-dry empty! 

Forever and ever it flowed, like an endless river, until at last his massive 
black cock did give one last shuddering spurt and ceased. Fuad fell away 
from over her then, his shrinking cock slithering uselessly from her still 
hungrily sucking lips, thin strings of his viscid white semen stretching 
from their swollen softness to his flaccid prick tip pulling away. 

"Ooohhhhh, yesssssssss! Lord, yesssssssss!" Daphne began to chant hoarsely 
in the litany of her desire, responding to each lunge fucked into her lust 
enraged cunt and rectum. Furiously the black men fucked her, and she gave 
them back in wantonness every stroke they delivered into her. 

"Now!" she wailed. "Please cum in me nooooow! Oh, please! I'm 
cummmmiiinnggg, tooooooo!" 

Muhammad began to mouth obscenities and at the same moment Daphne felt the 
thickly boiling liquid of his climax shooting deep up into her rectal 
depths, her own orgasm struck her. Delicious spasms of carnal delight 
rocketed through Daphne Van Loeb, and she could feel every contraction of 
his hard, spewing erection as it jerked out its hot seed up into her nakedly 
spasming rectum. Then she heard Hussein begin to moan then yell out with his 
approaching orgasm. She drew up her leg that was draped across his pumping 
hips, her breathing panting from her lungs as she felt his throbbing black 
cock spitting out its jets of creamy black-baby-making semen into the far 
hidden recesses of her thirstily sucking womb. Her own orgasmic secretions 
blended and puddled with his in the confines of her flooded pink cunt, an 
almost frantic convulsion of debasing bliss momentarily overwhelming her. 
And then it was finished. 

For a long time their heavy breathing filled the room. Finally Hussein 
rolled from beside her, his deflated prick slipping sleepily from her 
cum-flooded cunt. Then Muhammad finally pulled himself free from her sucking 
asshole, his limp semen-drained black cock squeaking out from her rectum 
with a loud, wet hissing noise of escaping air that sounded like a wet fart, 
causing her to blush momentarily when the black men all laughed. Then Daphne 
rolled over on her back, lying sprawled on the floor in a dazed supine 
position with her white legs spread exhaustedly and her swollen pink cuntal 
slit wet and glistening with juices in the light of the room. Slowly her 
head turned to survey each of the black men around her, and she realized 
that although she had truly enjoyed the total satiation of her white body, 
it must, it had to be her last time indulging in anything like this. At 
least she hoped it would be. 

"You'd think I had nothing else to do, than fuck a white girl," Hussein 
chuckled. 

"Tomorrow's the big morning," Muhammad agreed. "But this little one will be 
taking some memories of her visit with us home with her." 

The two men dragged themselves to their feet and quickly started to dress. 
Fuad sat on the edge of her bed, staring at the beautiful, shapely white 
body on the floor. 

"We'd better check out everything," Hussein continued, "from the car to the 
guns to everything else. The mileage has to be exact." 

"I know," Muhammad said. "We've been over it right to the point where we 
stop on the bridge. Don't worry." 

Already the two black men, their penises sated, had forgotten the ravished 
and exhausted white girl and had their minds on the business at hand. They 
stepped carefully over Daphne but said nothing more to her. She lay in a 
semi-trance still, and likely would not have heard them anyway. Her brow was 
furrowed just a little, and they had already gone when she finally spoke to 
Fuad in a soft voice. 

"What was that drug?" she asked. 

"Which one?" he asked in turn. His black cock was beginning to harden again 
and he decided he was going to have to have her one more time before she 
left, in spite of the little white whore she was. 

"The pill Muhammad gave me to take after dinner. It wasn't like on the 
spoon. It made me burn and I guess... I guess..." She tried to sit up on one 
elbow. 

Fuad reached down and pulled her up, looking at her carefully and sat her 
beside him on the bed. "Was it flat?" he asked with a bit of amusement. 

"Y... yes, it was, I think." 

Then without speaking, a grin on his gleaming black face, he pulled her into 
his lap and lay her head on his shoulder. Finally he began rubbing her lower 
belly, fingering her wet snatch. 

She looked at him inquiringly with what energy she had and the meaning of it 
finally penetrated her dazed mind. "Was... was that what made me... made 
me..." 

"Yes," he said chuckling. "It's an aphrodisiac. You didn't take very good of 
our friend Muhammad earlier, so he had a bit of revenge on you before you 
left us it seems. Turned you into a little whore for us for the evening. 
Maybe you learned a little lesson or two from your time here with us, a 
woman is meant for pleasure, and when a man wants it from her, she should 
give it to him willingly, he needn't have to resort to help from pills to 
get fucking from someone you want to fuck. That stuffs only for if you don't 
want to fuck!" 

"Oh," she murmured, but she was still drugged and too dizzy to completely 
understand. It seemed to her that she wanted to fuck them, fuck them all. If 
they came back now she would go another round if they wanted her to. She saw 
then that Fuad's straight black cock was already throbbing with resurgent 
power, pulsing hard and long like a wild-spirited animal. 

"Are you going to fuck me again now?" she asked, staring at it. 

"Yes, I think I will give you another fucking before you leave," he said to 
her smiling, pulling her chin up to where he could look into her blue eyes. 
"Just so you won't forget my cock when you return to your white people. Do 
you want me to?" She tried to think carefully. The special feelings that she 
had, had for Fuad were gone now. For some reason he was no more than a piece 
of hard, fuckingly good black flesh to her. She tried to think of Geoffrey, 
but it was the same, a piece of hard, fuckingly good flesh! Oh God, what had 
happened to her? What had these blacks done to her? Did it even matter? 

"Well?" He asked, sternly. "Do you want some more of my black cock inside 
you before you go or not?" 

She put her hand on the welcome black rod. "Oh, yes!" she said 
enthusiastically. 

Fuad grinned at her, wondering if the drug had subsided or not, then he 
grabbed her lovely white legs behind the knees and thrust them up and back 
over his shoulders, slithering up along her sweat-soaked white body to lean 
down over her like a dark shadow. His rigidly palpitating black prick teased 
against the sperm-wet curls of her pubic hair, and he splayed his hands 
beside either of her delicate white shoulders and moved her legs even 
further back until she was bent completely double and her ankles were locked 
around her ears. Her pussy and ass were up high and available for him. He 
gaped down between their naked bodies and saw her upturned pink cuntal slit, 
the outer lips a darker than normal color from her intense excitement the 
inner lips pumping out even more viscous syrupy lubricant and visibly 
throbbing in impatient invitation to be fucked, the wet pink furrow held 
wide apart by the pressure of her thighs pressed widely apart. 

He put the big head of his throbbingly hard black prick against the hot 
moistened lips of her vulva. Deliriously he pushed forward, and the black 
head parted the still wet curls of pubic hair and slipped easily down 
through the two sets of sensitive cuntal lips. 

"Ooooohhhhhh," she crooned, and her eyelids flickered, her eyes rolling back 
in new rapture. 

"You like me better than the others," he muttered, smiling, not really 
needing assurance but wanting her to say it. "You have a special feeling for 
me and my big cock don't you white girl?" 

"Oh, God, yes," she managed to tell him convincingly although to tell the 
truth, a strange thing was happening to her. She no longer knew or cared who 
it was. She didn't know who was better or worse. For all she knew it was 
Geoffrey riding her now! 

All she knew was that the man pushed in a bit further. He was taking it easy 
on her because of the rough treatment she had just had. She had to be a 
little sore and he didn't want her last memory of them to be too painful. He 
wanted her to think of black men and have her little pussy leak, wanting 
more. When he had eased himself about three inches inside her, he began slow 
withdrawal movements coupled with tiny, controlled jerking of his prick. He 
felt a responding twitch from her juicy cuntal walls! Already! 

"Aaaaahhhhh," she panted and tried to rock back and forth on the big black 
hardness hanging down between her white legs. She could feel his scrotum 
tingling against her naked, uplifted ass and she reached down and around to 
fondle his balls with fevered joyousness. Why was there only one man this 
time? Fuad had begun fucking in and out of her leisurely and she was sure 
she had taken all he had. After all she had had him before... she thought. 
Without opening her eyes or even thinking of it, she tried to guess who it 
was. She could feel the big head of his granite-hard cock pressing against 
her cervix, knocking at the door of her womb. The shaft, like hot hard iron 
in a sheath of soft feathers, rubbed inside of her aching cunt, and she 
wondered if she would get out of this without becoming pregnant. 

"Oooohhhhh," she wailed, for now he was going even deeper. She felt his 
pubic hair ticking against the backs of her thighs and she knew that he was 
in as far as he could go. It had to be Geoffrey! It must be Geoffrey! She 
insisted in her shattered mind! He was so gooooddddd! 

Now his movements became more masterful, and she could feel him in complete 
command of her and the situation. So she lay there, grinding her full 
rounded white ass around in tiny teasing circles as he fucked in and out of 
her well-pounded pale body. 

Her entire belly was blazing as her mind screamed out its insane delight. 
Nothing had ever been so wonderful, even with the three men at once! 
Although she would like to try that again, and momentarily she thought of 
opening her eyes and asking Geoffrey if he had any friends... That could 
wait! 

Fuad was aware that she was approaching another explosive orgasm. Her body 
was fighting him down there. It was like being in battle with a wild boar, 
he thought, a little wild pig, although he had never fought such a creature. 
He had only heard stories from his grandfather. Her pelvis jerked and 
revolved madly, but there wasn't too much she could do under his heavy 
weight. Fuad then decided to hold back his own climax and see just how much 
he could do to her. 

He clamped down on his sphincter muscles and began fucking into her madly, 
like a piston or like one of the oil wells he had seen pumping away in 
Texas, screwing his cock even harder and deeper into her steaming cunt until 
it seemed her battered cervix would be dislodged. God, she could sure take 
it now! Her hot holes had been well-trained and screamed for more, and the 
slick interior muscles of her cunt clasped his shaft like the hungry 
tentacles of a starving, cock-flesh-eating monster. Her asshole clenched and 
unclenched as it seemed to seek out and capture and bite his balls as they 
slapped down in a ceaseless drumming beat of lust against her upturned white 
ass. 

The lovely white girl tossed her head from side to side, her mouth open 
laxly, and her eyes shut tightly. "Ooooohhhhh," she crooned with each shove 
of his fucking hard cock into her heatedly clasping cunt walls. It was a 
chant, a liturgy of love for all male flesh everywhere, a song whose tempo 
speeded up as she felt her body pulse and burn and reach for the stars. 

Suddenly Daphne punched her pelvis up with almost superhuman strength, and 
her legs splayed out until it seemed as if she were splitting herself right 
down the middle. The scream of delight bubbled out of her mouth. "I'm 
cumming! Ohhhhh! Aaaahhhhhh! Aaaaiiieeee! I'm cumming, cummmmmmiiinnnggg, 
darling!" She didn't even know to whom she was saying 'darling.' What did it 
even matter? She groveled beneath him slavishly and her fingernails dug long 
bloody furrows down his back and then she fell lifeless against the 
mattress. She almost fell asleep. 

Fuad slowed his pace to the point where he merely bobbed in and out of her 
like a gentle bird. He knew he could bring her on to another orgasm by 
continuing a gentle movement, and so he bided his time. She would not sleep 
long, he told himself. 

For a few moments Daphne was far away at the ocean side with her family. The 
wild storm that had raced through her nerves had disappeared and now she 
floated in a small boat on the ocean, enjoying the voluptuous, almost 
hypnotic, movement rocking her cunt. Fuad was aware of the returning 
sensations in her little white body. Knowing she would soon be cramped by 
her present position, he released her captive legs and pulled them down 
alongside his hips. She almost immediately lifted her knees and wrapped her 
white thighs around his waist. Her knees pressed in tightly against and 
partially around his ass. 

She was groaning, not a sound of pain, but of guttural wonderment, and the 
sound spewed from her throat. Daphne couldn't believe it was happening to 
her again. She kept reaching some beautiful land of pure sensation. It was a 
far-off land like the Never-Never Land of Peter Pan. She was cumming again! 
She reached up for the black man's head and pulled his face down to her. She 
passionately kissed him, grinding her wet tongue into his mouth and then 
whispered, 

"I'm cumming, darling!" 

This time her climax was different, just as powerful and strong, but more 
controlled. She found she could manage it, bring it along, play with it, and 
make it peak like the waves that were tipping her dream boat. Seconds later, 
though, she discovered that in reality, the man's hot living shaft was the 
ladle and that he was the one stirring up the waves. 

"Oooooohhhhh, God! Ooooohhhhhh, God! It's so gooooddddd!" she sang, feeling 
unwanted tears welling up in her eyes. She wrapped her arms and legs tightly 
around him and pulled his chest down into the soft voluptuousness of her 
tits. She discovered then that by pulling him down against her, she caused 
his prick to ride higher against her clitoris, and a wild wantonness was on 
her again. "I'm cummmmmmmiiiinnnnggggg again!" she whimpered, and her white 
body thrashed beneath his. 

Fuad knew that in spite of all his control, he was nearing the end of his 
efforts. His balls had begun to throb painfully, and suppressed excitement 
had swollen his cock until his urethral hole was large enough to take a 
pencil! 

"I'm cummmmming!" she screamed for the second time in less than twenty 
seconds, and her body jerked and twisted as though she were in the throes of 
a huge, uncontrolled epileptic seizure. Her face was contorted in lust, and 
her mouth opened and closed ceaselessly as her nostrils flared like an 
untamed wildly bucking animal's. 

It was time, Fuad thought regretfully, time for the last time. He plunged 
his long black cock up and up, deeper and deeper into the steaming pink oven 
beneath him. He let the sensations flow up the shaft where they spread out 
through the scrotum and overflowed into his belly. 

Daphne's hair-matted forehead, face, and shoulders, glistened with her 
sweat. Her white tits were glossy with the sheen, and felt as if they were 
taller than mountains, and her cunt and uterus felt as if they were being 
stuffed with electric eels, all throwing off electric charges and wiggling 
up deeper, ever deeper, into her very brain! She knew now that each 
preceding orgasm had been like a higher step on a tower and that she had 
finally reached the top. Oh God, what had she been missing all her life? And 
a new understanding of Geoffrey's frustration warmed her heart with 
compassion. He had deserved another woman! 

"Cum with me! Cum, please," she pleaded, still supposing it was Geoffrey. 
She wanted him to drown in the waves with her, to fall from the tower, for 
it seemed hardly possible that one lived through this magnificent surge of 
passion! 

Fuad, hearing her words, felt the dam gates slowly opening within him. He 
slithered his strong, sinewy black hands under the wildly pumping cheeks of 
her fleshy white ass and cupped them tightly, pulling them toward him for 
greater access to her open and pleading cunt. He drove into her with all his 
strength, wanting to give her everything he had for a good-bye gift of the 
utmost quality. He could feel the smooth, hot flesh of her tight, almost 
unusual massaging and sucking away at his expanding, explosive cock. He 
fucked into her, ramming every last inch of his huge black cudgel into the 
hot willing hole down between her legs. A cry started within her, like the 
beginnings of a northeaster storm. 

"AAAAAAAIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEE! I'M CUMMMMIIIIINNNNNGGGGG!" she screamed, and it 
seemed to him that it must have reached her family so many miles away. Then 
her blue eyes opened, unseeing, at things beyond both of them. Her white ass 
waved in wild abandonment from side to side, screwing her cunt up and down 
crazily on his black bloated rod. And then she closed her eyes once again. 

But Daphne's wildly thrashing body had triggered his own climax. He could 
feel the velvet explosion beginning somewhere around the spine. It spread 
rapidly to his black balls. He increased the intensity of his strokes so 
that his scrotum swung like an iron wrecking ball against the trembling 
white walls of her glistening ass. Then he was there. Its intensity actually 
frightened him for a moment, but he let everything go. Her smooth white arms 
had him in a deathlike grip, but he was still able to gasp into her open 
mouth, 

"I'mmmmm cummmming, white baby...." 

He heard a whimpering moan from her and felt her knees flexing and unflexing 
powerfully back against his driving ass as she sought to assist him. With a 
low moan of ecstasy, he exploded deep inside her, and the white hot lava of 
his cum erupted deep down, far into the inside of the pulsating depths of 
her womb. 

His long cock continued to spurt and throb emptying itself for almost two 
minutes, in her cunt, then it gradually it stilled. Deep inside her, he 
could feel her muscles loosening, the uterine walls deflating, her cervix, 
having swallowed his entire load of seed returning to its normal position, 
and the cuntal lips gently twitching. He opened his brown eyes and looked 
down at the young white girl. She looked like a small child with a soft, 
wondering smile etched on her pretty little lips. He smiled gently as he 
watched the even rise and fall of her beautiful white tits at repose. She 
was asleep, so soundly asleep that she didn't even stir when he slowly 
withdrew his deflated prick from her snatch. It came out with a soft hissing 
sound and with the stopper removed, a waterfall of white, expended sperm 
began to flow like a river out of her open pink cunt. 

Gently he got off the bed and pulled a blanket over her. In the morning 
Hussein would take her and her other girl friend to the bridge and exchange 
them for two of their own men, and that would be the last any of them would 
see of each other. It was too bad he had not had some more time with her. 
Muhammad had more than made up for that though with the little orgy. 
Tenderly, he reached down and kissed her soft lips, taking one last look at 
the fragile white woman. He smiled to himself as he felt her return the kiss 
lightly in her sleep. 


THE END
