The missionary's daughter

CHAPTER ONE

Her father was a missionary stationed here in Senegal, and Julie gave her faith all the belief and obedience she could. Yet sometimes as she stared at the fringe of trees around the house in which they lived and tried to imagine how deep was the jungle beyond those trees, she could not help wondering about the strange Gods who inhabited the shadows there. Her father was busily preaching against something, and he referred to that something as the pagan Gods of the people, so there was something, all right, she reasoned. Yet the people to whom he preached never mentioned any names or rival deities. Daranje Kawat she had heard of, but that was the name of their king. Daranje Kawat her father said, was jealous of God and therefore, against the preaching the Reverend Davenport did. There were times when Julie Davenport entertained some very pagan suspicions, like the one that King Daranje Kawat really had a right to his kingdom and that maybe the Davenport's strange white God ought to stick to his own territory, but she supposed such thoughts emanated from the jungle, a way the mysterious pagan Gods had of fighting back.

So in a way, it was no surprise to Julie when one night a coarse snicker broke through the darkness of her room and a coarse hand covered her mouth. The pagan Gods had come. She was half asleep, which accounted for her superstitious thoughts. But she was also half awake, which accounted for the fact that her curiosity overcame her terror, at first. Her startled eyes stared into the face of a black man who looked vaguely familiar, but it was too dark in the bedroom to see well. He was not alone and easily spirited her out of the room, out of the house, and through the jungle before she could become aware that it was really happening. They gagged her mouth but seemed to know there was no point in blindfolding her. After all, if she did manage to escape from them, it would have been suicide to try to find her way back along paths with which they were apparently familiar, but which she certainly could never find.

After her first hazy reaction, Julie was, of course, terrified. Her body went utterly limp and she may have passed out. There was no way for her to tell. It was as dark when she was unconscious, if she was, as it was when she was awake. There was no seeing the stars from in the jungle. The branches and foliage and leaves were far too thick. Her captors moved with the stealth of big cats, and she couldn't even count them until suddenly they came upon a little clearing and a road she didn't recognize. Then as they bundled her into the oldest automobile she had ever seen in her life, she saw for the first time that there were four of them and that every last one of them was a member of her father's congregation!

"Dear God, please, oh please," she screamed at them when the one called Balloo took his hand from her mouth to shove her into the back seat of the car. Even in the dark, she could see Dawak peering stonelike through the opened door. He seemed to stare directly into her wide, terror stricken eyes for a long, long moment. His face was impassive and unchanged. And then, even as she struggled with the last of her waning strength, she watched in uncomprehending disbelief as the black face, still expressionless, slowly closed the door and switched off the flashlight.

Someone then grabbed Julie by the neck as they thrust her head first so that she fell face down across a lap. Then Balloo leaped on top of her, pulling the door closed behind him. Now everyone was inside and ail the doors were closed and the car roared off with a squeal of tires. Julie's eyes were wide with terror, and her mouth twisted with a soundless scream that was choked silent by fear somewhere deep in her throat.

"We got her! We got her!" a hot excited voice came from the driver's seat. It sounded like Kubby. He seemed to be shifting into another gear and roaring off on the bumpy dirt road.

"Take it easy!" Dawak shouted. "Thees thing break and then what?"

"You have to put it right," Kubby explained impatiently, now shifting into another gear to illustrate his expertise with the old automobile. Julie wanted to tell him he could slow down and stay in a lower gear. She kept cracking her head on someone's bony lap. But she could not speak.

Now she felt a thick muscular arm circle around her and another harsh callused hand press into her face and over her mouth until her lips ached back against her tightly clenched teeth. She could feel the black man's excited breathing as he pressed her closer to him to keep her from screaming. A pungent animal smell of sweat came from his clothes and seemed to permeate the whole of her own gasping breath. The odor was horrible. She recognized the smell of the gooey bark the natives were always chewing.

Tears of helpless frustration filled her eyes as suddenly the obscene orgies that the natives were said to indulge in crossed her helpless mind, and she sobbed a bit hysterically as the grim realization came that she too might soon be filled with the cruel hard flesh of one of these horrible rapists who had kidnapped her out of her own house.

Oh, God, she prayed silently through the pain of her helpless position. Don't let this happen to me. Don't let it happen. Let them remember all that my father taught them, please!

Suddenly Balloo pressed tighter down into her from his position and stretched over the full length of her back. She was still groaning softly but her body was limp as though the life had been crushed from it. She no longer struggled, but she moved her face slightly away from the loins of the body where it had been pressed. His hand clasped against her face, following her every movement to insure that she would not scream, although who would hear her in the middle of the jungle was difficult to imagine. Then she remembered that the natives knew nothing of sound waves and thought that at times sound could travel much farther than one could actually hear it with the naked ear.

Julie could feel Balloo's loins pressed tightly into the curve of her asscheeks from behind where he lay over her back. His face was pressed into her hair, and she winced slightly, in spite of the pain throughout her body, from the stale odors of the bark and a sort of alcohol that the natives made, also from bark and certain pulps. They seemed to have been drinking a lot of the stuff. Maybe that explained their reversion from her father's teachings back into more primitive behavior, she told herself. In that case, as soon as the effects of the alcohol wore off, she would engaged, but now his strength was returning, and Julie could feel the whole of his body squirming down onto her with an impatience that frightened her. She tried to move again but could not. The pressure of the man's arm around her neck and face and the weight of Balloo on her back held her pinned tightly to the seat. Her knees were hanging off the edge, and she could feel him sliding down her back until his hardening loins were pressed tightly against the soft flesh of her ass. She moaned her protest into the hand over her mouth as she felt his knee inserting between her legs and prying them relentlessly and cruelly apart. She fought, but there was no stopping him.

On top like that, he had the leverage, and soon her inner thigh muscles tired as she felt them being pushed slightly open. His hardened lust-bloated prick, trapped painfully under the tightness of the trousers he wore pressed hard and intimately into the upraised junction of the soft underside of her thighs.

The car was still bumping along the rutted road, and Julie was abruptly aware of some other activity going on inside. Then she felt Balloo pull his loins back slightly from her upraised ass. He kneeled up on the floor and reached over the back of the front seat to take a bowl. A husky gurgling sound of deep-throated swallows filled the car above the soft roar of then old engine.

"Damn the devil water," Balloo chuckled and Julie became aware not only that they were still drinking their home brew but that all her father's warnings were falling on deaf ears. Balloo had used a serious expression of Reverend Davenport's making fun of it. "Dawak, take," he said to the black man holding Julie's head.

Dawak laughed drunkenly and lifting her head, reached over and grabbed the wooden bowl, coughing loudly after his last swallow. She could feel droplets of the foul-smelling liquid falling to the back of her neck as it dribbled from the corners of his mouth. The bowl was then passed to Kubby, the driver. The bowl made several rounds and several pauses for refilling by Enhar who sat next to Kubby and had some kind of cask between his legs.

"Hey you, what about the bwana's daughter?" Balloo suddenly laughed as he passed the bowl to Dawak. The natives had always used the "hey you" expression with great mirth. In fact, the natives always laughed a great deal, at the sacred as well as the profane, her father always said with despair. As a child, Julie had enjoyed the rollicking laughter of her black friends until her father taught her that it was the devil's own laughter and evil. Lately, she had begun to secretly question her father's judgment, but now, under the circumstances, it looked as though the reverend were right after all.

Dawak now laughed drunkenly and lifted Julie's head from his lap by the hair and thrust the bowl to her lips. She clenched her lips tightly shut in a vain attempt to ward off the terrible tasting and incidentally evil substance, but he pressed harder, forcing her mouth open. The hot burning liquid sizzled down inside her, and she coughed to keep from choking. But with each cough there was a further pressure on the bowl forcing more down the narrow confines of her throat.

"Hey you," Enhar chuckled from the front seat. "It is our thing you must drink like we must drink your father's good thing for work."

The other men laughed with Enhar.

"Is that not so?" Balloo asked, letting her raise her heads obviously expecting her agreement.

"No," she said definitely.

"And why not?" Balloo asked.

"Your good is foul tasting," she said.

"Your good feels foul in the flesh," he answered her. "It is living as an empty cloud instead of as a man!"

Julie was thunderstruck and not quite sure what he meant. She knew that the natives considered the clouds to be heavenly vessels empty when white and filled like a bowl when dark with rain.

"You are good like an empty cloud, Missa Julie," Enhar explained although it was difficult to know whether he was serious or being silly because they laughed at everything.

"Yeah," Kubby contributed from the driver's seat. "We good like a cloud heavy filled with svench."

"We don't wish to be empty clouds, Missa Julie," Balloo took up the explanations, and they all burst out laughing again, and the bowl went around. Svench was what they were drinking, Julie thought she remembered. That was not their word for rain.

Julie found as the bowl went around that she had no choice about drinking. The men chortled loudly as she swallowed defensively so that she could breathe. It always seemed like all eternity before Dawak passed the bowl onto Enhar and Kubby, but with each further round she was forced to drink her share. At first, it almost made her sick with each gradual bit forced down her, but it did begin to deaden her feelings. She found herself almost wishing it would be her turn again each time the bowl left her mouth. Soon it began slowly but perceptively to deaden her sense of dread, a dread of what was almost certain to come.

In fact, between his turns at the bowl, Balloo let his hands play over the smooth rounded corners of her ass behind her, and in spite of the deadening effect of the alcohol, she still tried hopelessly to squirm away.

"Hold her, Dawak, before she jump!"

And Dawak's hand came down hard on the back of her head, pressing it harder into his loins until the bowl came around their way again. She could feel the car turning and slowing down because the new road was even ruttier than the last one. This was really rough and rocky, and with each bump they hit, she could feel the hardness of Balloo behind her buttressing deeper into the open unprotected crack of her ass. She knew he could feel her quivering beneath him and had faint visions of what his black leering face must look like as he held her warm white throbbing body in front of him to do as he willed. The obscene helplessness of her positions coupled with the warm dark liquid they had forced down her, caused a strange crazy fluttering deep inside her stomach. It intensified with each time Balloo moved his loins behind her and the contact became more sharp. Her face ached slightly, and her throat was bone dry.

"Where are we?" Balloo breathed heavily, his hands cupping the round firmness of her ass beneath the thin veneer of her now torn and soiled nightgown.

"At edge Canya," Kubby volunteered. It was meaningless to Julie but Balloo snorted gleefully.

"Pul… oull thees up," Enhar slobbered drunkenly, trying to catch hold of her nightgown with one hand and his head hanging over the front seat. A weird unnatural glint shone in his eyes as they roamed over the figure of the helpless, kneeling girl in the back seat.

"I gotta fuck her now," Balloo hissed with a coarse impatient tone to his voice. From the obscene nature of his language, Julie realized that they had to be reading exactly those books from the port that the Reverend Davenport warned them against.

"Best to wait," Dawak objected.

"No waiting, no waiting. I must fuck her right now or my balls will explode like the milk pods," Balloo intoned hoarsely as he felt the softness of her ass grinding back into him in her fruitless efforts to escape.

"Hang on to her, Dawak," he muttered. "I will pull up this night dress."

"Fuck her now," Enhar stuttered excitedly. "F… fu… uck h… her now!"

Julie, through the pale of forced drunkenness, squirmed hard against the black native's clinging hands, but the slow seductive movement of her asscheeks, crushing back into the hardness of his loins, only succeeded in sharpening his desire for her. She sobbed into the hand covering her mouth and broke away from it with a jerk of her head.

"Oh, God, please don't! Don't do that to me!"

Dawak's rough hand clamping down hard over her mouth cut her piteous supplications short again. Further muffled cries were choked back deep down in her throat until only slight broken grunts of anguish could be heard coming from her flaming nostrils.

Balloo reached down to her knees and jerked at the gown bunched beneath her on the floor. There was a low tearing noise as it suddenly ripped loose, fanning up the full length of her firm full thighs and up over the rounded white panty-covered fullness of her asscheeks. Balloo gasped and wriggled it over her hips to the narrow indentation of her waist. All the while Dawak held tight around her neck, his eyes bulging as each voluptuously smooth portion of her white body came further into view.

"Pull it up over her head," Balloo coughed excitedly at him as his trembling hands caressed the lust-inciting nakedness of her inner thighs. His nostrils flared in undisguised desire as his fingers coursed over the smooth silky softness of flesh where they joined her torso. He pinched her ass, momentarily delighting in the further groans it brought from her lips as she screwed back against him in pain. There was only a smooth narrow band of cotton lying between them now, bunched tightly in the crack of her ass, and even in the dark interior of the car, he could sense more than see the silken tufts of her pubic hair protruding from beneath the tight elastic of the legbands. The rounded globules of her ass stood brash and exposed to the lust-crazed eyes of all but Kubby, who still hung tensed over the wheel as he maneuvered the car skillfully down the rough dirt road toward the unknown destination. Julie was half wild with fear now. Even the deadening effect of the alcoholic svench could not protect her mind from the horrible truth of the sin that was about to be imposed on her. She was going to be raped.

She knew there was little chance of escape because sex was the one thing her father had little success in imposing a taboo on among the natives. They could not understand or accept the idea that there was anything evil in sex. It was so common all around them that they literally looked around whenever the Reverend Davenport brought the subject up and then stared at him with blank faces. Yes, she would be raped by a vicious gang of natives who thought and acted like animals and, as far as she could understand, had little compassion or feeling toward her or any other human being. Her asscheeks quivered convulsively from the terrifying thought of what her fate was surely to be in a few short minutes. There was nothing in the world that could save her now. Her fate had been sealed the moment she saw the first flicker of a shadow in her room, and there was no way to turn the time back now.

Oh, God, if only her father didn't feel that he had to save the dark continent of Africa for his God! A thousand "ifs" rumbled through her tortured mind disconnectedly when suddenly she was jerked back to brutal reality by the touch of Balloo's hands running up the sides of her almost naked body. He rounded them over the luscious flare of her hips for a moment and then slid them slowly and harshly down to the slimness of her waist above her panties. Her skin was naked there, and she trembled as his breathing almost stopped behind her. She felt as though his eyes were boring right through her body as the heat of his hands traced a path just behind their leering gaze.

"Where is the light?" Balloo asked. "I wish to see thees better."

Enhar got the flashlight out of the glove compartment. Africans were no different from Europeans or Americans, Julie's father often moaned with despair. They easily absorb and learn about the machines and scorn the morals and spiritual values. Now Enhar worked a modern machine to light up an ancient immoral act. Thin lines of spittle drooled from his face as he hung over the front seat, his eyes gleaming in vicious desire. Kubby, behind the wheel, glanced over the seat and muttered something under his breath, then tromped down harder on the gas, shooting the car forward at a greater speed for an apparently smooth enough stretch of road.

Julie groaned as she felt a hardness from Dawak's crotch rising under her cheeks. He had followed Balloo's instructions and pulled the nightgown over her waist and up to her neck where it bunched in a wrinkled ring of useless cloth. Now in his excitement, he was roving his hands over her back that was bare from the shoulders down. The smooth velvet softness of her skin was broken only by the thin strands of hair that laced across her back and the flimsy nightgown-panties that stretched tightly over her asscheeks. She could feel a small wet circle of seminal fluid seeping through the crotch of his pants from the hardness of his blood-engorged prick. It felt warm and sticky against her cheek, and as she tried to move her head away, he pulled his hand from her back and pressed her face tighter into his crotch until she almost lost her breath. He locked her head in position with one hand, while the other continued to rummage over her back, his fingers working clumsily at the clasp of her nightie at the neck.

She gasped as Dawak gave another pull at her nightgown so that the two mounds of her soft resilient flesh came completely free and into direct contact with the leather of the car seat. Her nipples immediately sprang into a defensive hardness, their tiny budlike tips throbbing from the sudden exposure to the coolness of the material. Dawak wasted no time. As he gaped at Balloo's hands coursing hungrily over the rounded soft spheres of her ass, his own hand slipped around the side of her body, following the deep crack where her tits curved out from her ribs. He cupped the full round ripeness of her right titty and squeezed it momentarily, bringing a groan from Julie's lips. Still not satisfied, he proceeded to pinch the small rubbery nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He rolled it tightly between them with a lewd grin on his face as he felt her face squirming with greater strength now trying to dislodge itself from his crotch. He continued to knead and pinch at her tits with an ecstatic intensity until he was harshly interrupted by a loud threatening rebuke from Balloo.

"Hey you! Son-of-a-bitch! Son-of-a-bitch!" Balloo shouted an obscenity, a colorful example of the language every people seemed to pick up first, Reverend Davenport was fond of pointing out.

"I am for thees, too!" Dawak replied defensively.

"Not first like me!" Balloo stated flatly.

Julie was almost amused by their use of the language but then she remembered that what they were doing was fighting over fucking her, and that rather removed the humor for her. She saw Balloo's eyes gleam with inflamed desire as his shaking hands smoothed up the sides of her quivering body and cupped the tits underneath. The flashlight only revealed things she preferred not to see and cast eerie shadows around the moving car. Julie wished they would put it out, but she was afraid to say anything.

Balloo pulled and squeezed at her tits harshly for a moment. It felt as though he were milking a goat. Then with sudden impatience, he drew his hands down again to the elastic band at the top of her panties. He hooked his fingers into the cotton and with a slow methodical certainty, began to peel them down over the curves of her virgin hips.

Julie Davenport jerked as she felt the last of her protective clothing being removed from her almost nude body. She had laid almost dormant from paralyzing fear all this time as they clawed and kneaded at her helpless body, but she knew this was the point of no return, and if she didn't resist with all her strength now, there would be no hope. Even death, she thought bitterly, would be better than losing her virginity to this horrible group of wild animals who had her at their mercy. With this thought racing through her mind, she gave one more final effort at escape and rolled from the seat to the floor of the car. Her sudden movement caught both Dawak and Balloo by surprise, but they both reacted violently and quickly.

"Pull her back here. Pull her back here!" Balloo shouted as they struggled with her flailing arms and legs beneath them.

The battle lasted only a minute as the greater strength of the two black men gradually won, and she was pulled brutally back to the kneeling position on the seat with her face again pressed tightly into Dawak's loins. Her tits ached as they were squashed hard and heavy into the leather.

"Hold her down!" Balloo commanded. "I'm really going to fuck her now!"

Julie, trembling in abject terror, heard the harsh metallic sound of a modern zipper being opened in haste behind her and then felt the warm smooth pressure of his hardened cock pressing against the tender backsides of her thighs. She could feel its stickiness where the wet hot seminal fluid seeped from its large inflated head. With his hands on her hips, Balloo pressured them up higher off the seat then pressed his knees tight between hers, and in one swift downward movement, peeled the white flimsy cotton panties from the half moons of her ass. When the material caught at the junction of her belly and thighs, he gave an impatient jerk, ripping them into useless threads. Then he laughed, holding the tattered remnants up in the air, and then pushed them mischievously tight into the face of the enraptured Enhar, hanging in excited concentration over the back of the front seat.

"Smell that sweet stuff," Balloo chortled at the crazed gaze that flickered through Enhar's dark eyes.

"Heeeyyyyy youuuuuuu!" Enhar crooned and without warning thrust his hand down over the back of the seat with a swiftness that caught Balloo off guard. The force of his unexpected movement pushed Balloo back a little, giving his hand complete access to the warm wet juncture of Julie's upraised ass. She jerked forward with a desperate groan, pressing her face tighter into Dawak's crotch, but there was no escape. The frustrated black's full extended hand clamped down tight against her, covering the whole of the juncture of her thighs and ass. She wriggled her behind in desperation, attempting with all her strength to evade the wildly digging fingers that were thrusting and probing at her unprotected cunt.

He found the wet smooth opening and all of a sudden fucked his middle finger forward with a hard cruel thrust that burst into her with the hot fiery pain of a cattle brand.

"Aaauuuggh," she screamed wildly as she felt it skewering like a red hot poker into the smooth virginal flesh of her hungering cunt, breaking through the tight ring of her virginity and on into the warm wet cavern beyond. Balloo, shouting obscentities now at the top of his lungs, tried with all his strength to wrestle the cruel probing hand away, but Enhar's strength, lust-filled as he was, seemed that of ten men. He ground his thick fat finger around and around without mercy deep inside her painfully expanding hole, while the poor helpless girl groaned and twisted in anguish before the depraved attack on her unprotected genitals. She felt as though her cuntal hole was ablaze and burning as she sensed through the dim consciousness of her tortured brain the slight giving and tearing of her flesh. The flaccid symbol of virginity that she had religiously protected for so long was being ripped savagely away. Her body went limp from the sudden shock and pain, and she would have fallen from the seat had it not been for the restricting hands of Dawak on her shoulders and the pressure of the wildly flailing Balloo behind her. He had both hands locked tightly around Enhar's wrist forcing his finger slowly but surely from her pained and stretched cuntal hole.

Finally it was over. His thick stubby finger slipped with a wet sucking noise from between the young fleshy folds of her cunt, and he grunted in pain as Balloo shoved him with all his strength back into the windshield of the car.

"Stop! Stop! Mother-fuckers! We weel kill thees car!" Kubby was shouting at the top of his voice. "You weel kill the son-of-a-bitch car!"

Enhar was finally able to chuckle and so was Dawak. It took Balloo a little longer to return to normal and when things quieted down again, even Kubby was able to laugh.

They laugh at nothing, at all, thought Julie Davenport. It was beginning to get on her nerves and she understood finally what bothered her father. She had always thought that since it was their way of life, they had the right to laugh or cry or do what they wanted, but she was too upset now to be very understanding.

Balloo turned his eyes back down to the full moons of Julie's gleaming white ass, protruding full and round in the dim flashlight glow. His lips curled tightly as his total concentration returned to the voluptuous and waiting feast spread in servile anguish before him.

"Now this is how man fucks white God daughter," he hissed between clenched teeth while his cruelly gleaming eyes bored into the tantalizing crack that separated the full cheeks of her soft young ass.

"Oooohhhhh, noooooooo, please! Please don't anymore," she pleaded through her tears of shame and humiliation. She could feel his hands begin kneading nervously and stretching the open and unprotected twin mounds of her asscheeks. Her body jerked up as she felt his thumbs on either side of them, spreading them wider and wider apart.

"Oh, God, noooooo!"

She sobbed out her weak and futile protest as the cool air from an open window rushed over her bare skin and brought her back to semi-consciousness. A groan escaped from her lips as again the full realization of her position flickered through her mind. God they could do just anything to her, for they had obviously not absorbed a single standard or value that her father had tried to teach them in all these years!

"Oooohhhhh!"

Julie jerked forward when Balloo's middle finger thrust between her thighs into the soft protective folds of the young flesh surrounding her cunt. His fingers searched patiently for a moment and their found their velvety quarry. She cringed before his initial touch, the soft resilient cheeks of her ass hardened and clenched tightly together, trapping his probing hand between them.

"Hold on to thees white bitch, Dawak. She fights me," he gasped, twisting his hand to pry her asscheeks open again. "She is very tight."

"Thees is the first fuck, hey you, I betcha!" Dawak interrupted. "Thees is the first man, I betcha!"

"What Enhar did, his finger makes hole if it was no hole before. Cannot tell if first man," Balloo grunted as he pushed his arm forward to break the death lock that her ass had on his hand.

Julie understood that they were discussing her virginity. If it were anyone else, she might have tried to stop them out of mercy for her virgin state, but she knew it would do no good to ask savages like this for such mercy. They might just make it harder for her out of spite and brutal savage pleasure.

Balloo gave one last hard push with his forearm, and Julie felt the last of the desperate strength she had mustered in her terror give way. Her body shuddered and she moaned as his finger wormed its obscene way into the now wet and open hole. She clenched her teeth tightly in a vain attempt to drown out the hurt that slipped through the remains of her shattered virginity and moved about in tiny growing circles deeper and deeper inside her. She opened her mouth to scream but nothing came. Instead there was a helpless muffled groan of exhausted acceptance. Every muscle in her twisted kneeling body had reached the ultimate breaking point, and she could no longer find the strength to even protest against the vile monstrous fondling of her secret parts that she had worked so hard to save for some future husband on their wedding night. All that was gone with the frenzied attack she had been subjected to a few moments before by the sadistic Enhar in the front seat. And now… now there was nothing left but the final coup de grace to be administered viciously, she was sure, and without ceremony by the arrogant black primitive savage behind her. Her one consolation, she kept trying to tell herself, was that through this action he was condemning himself to damnation. In her agony she thought how she would never forgive her father if he ever granted a pardon to these men!

As she felt his fingers that had enlarged and stretched the now lubricated walls of her defenseless cunt slip wetly out with a moist sucking sound, Julie gasped and held her breath. He squirmed behind her, his hand wrapped tightly around his lust-hardened cock guiding it slowly and deliberately between his fingers into the moist pink flanges of her tender cunt. She cringed forward again, her face contorted in fearsome dread as she felt the large bulbous head moving up and down behind her in the widely spread slit of her cunt and part the sparse soft pubic hair in preparation for his entry. She tried to close her thighs, but his knees insinuated between them held them cruelly open.

"Hold thees white bitch tight, Dawak. I fuck in nice, I betcha!" Balloo directed at the wide-eyed Dawak, whose arms bulged from the pressure he was placing on her shoulders. Enhar, who had recovered his courage, hung his face over the back of the seat, gasping at the scene with tiny streams of spittle dripping from the corners of his slackened mouth.

Julie Davenport whimpered aloud as she felt the first warm hard contact against the cringing lips of her cunt and the slow agonizing pressure beginning. It was soft at first and then when he met his first resistance, he pressured forward harder.

"Ooohhhhhh, nooooooo!" she groaned miserably.

He pressed forward again, flexing his ass with all his strength until suddenly it gave! The tight elastic ring popped open with a quick unexpected snap, and the huge blood-filled head slipped wetly inside with a rush that left the missionary's daughter gasping for breath.

"Aaaauuugh!"

Wildly she flailed her head right into Dawak's crotch as he worked with all his strength to hold her down. The shock of the sudden thrust rejuvenated her shattered muscles for a moment, and she squirmed and twisted like a mad woman trying to escape the cruel and painful impalement of her ravaged cunt.

"Thees is some pussy, hey you?" Balloo gasped from behind as he felt its warm wet walls slipping over his blood-swollen rigidity like hot melted butter. His head fell loosely back as his loins buffeted forward and his thick rock-hard cock speared into the helplessly struggling girl without mercy. It raced into her like a fast whirling drill, as in the diamond mines, boring through the depths of the earth, battering and smashing all before it in great waves of warm moist flesh until suddenly his pelvis smacked tight into her and flattened her upraised ass with a hard, sharp slap that reverberated through the bumping car like a flat-handed blow across the face.

The beautiful white girl's moans of pain and humiliation went unheeded and unheard as he reached forward with both hands and grasped her by the shoulders, pulling her whole body back tight against him. His thick hard blood-filled cock was sunk to its fullest depth in her quivering white belly as she felt the hardness of the head pressed tight against the end of her cervix. There was no reason to struggle or fight anymore, even if she had the strength. He had conquered her. She knelt in servile acceptance like a slave of old, to be used as her master desired.

Her poor body went limp as she felt his hands slide down to the rounded curves of her hips and began a slow teasing rotation of his rigidly bloated cock deep inside her womb. The pain lessened as she felt her wet soft passage expanding further and further with each greater rotation he made inside her trembling hole. Her tears of shame and humiliation continued to flow. There was no stopping him, and there was nothing she could do but accept the vile obscene rape of her body with resistance. Her muffled sobs and groans mingled piteously with his gasps of passion while his hands ran down under the fullness of her quivering titties, dancing against the seat below with each hard, cruel thrust he made into her.

"Jesus Holy Christ!" Enhar muttered as his bulging eyes watched the long black length of Balloo's glistening cock, moist from her secretions, fucking into her white ass. His eyes bulged wider as he gaped at the ragged pink flanges of the protective soft folds of flesh around her hungering cunt, drawing back with each outstroke and then being swallowed in again as Balloo fucked forward into her with the powerful in and out rhythm he had begun. Enhar wanted with all his being to reach forward again and fondle her there, but he recalled the anger he had elicited the last time he let himself lose control. Enhar was at the bottom of the pecking order of the entire village! What anyone had, he was last to get! Unable now to satisfy his rising lust, he dropped his hand to his crotch and pressed against his own rising hardness instead. He fingered the seeping wet patch of seminal fluid with a crazed gleam in his close-set eyes, hoping with all his might that Balloo would by some miracle change his mind and let Enhar have his share, at least when they reached the meeting place.

Balloo, fucking into her from behind like she was a bitch in heat, squeezed all around her soft joggling asscheeks. His fingers dug cruelly at her cringing tiny puckered asshole and then jerked forward again, clasping her hips and pulling her back limply over his blood-swollen cock while he continued to skewer and ram into her with growing abandon. His body was now a ball of sheer uncontrolled lust that had unleashed itself completely against the squirming beautiful, tender flesh in front of him. He could feel his heated black cock growing thicker and thicker inside her white belly as he ground savagely into her with a wave of sadistic delight flickering across his contorted face. He had never had anything like this before. He was almost there, almost there, and he continued to fuck eagerly into her with long hard strokes. He had to end it before he lost his mind.

Julie's whimpers stretched into a long, low continuous whine that filled the car like a Gaelic banshee. Through the dim haze of her tortured mind, she could feel him growing and growing deep… deep inside her until it felt as though his rampaging instrument would split her lewdly in two. He was going to cum in her. Her tears cascaded in torrents onto the roughly woven material of Dawak's crotch. The lewd thought was passing her mind of this horrible primitive savage black man filling her helpless white belly and delicate womb with his hot sticky lust. Oh God, she might get pregnant and to what would she give birth? The thought ran crazily through her mind, and she tried to clench her asscheeks as a senseless gesture of defense.

That did it! As her warm wet muscles clasped tightly around his hard-driving, lust swollen cock, Balloo threw back his head with a wild scream, and his lewd sperm shot like a fire hose into Julie's wide-swept cuntal hole. She groaned in helpless submission before him as he emptied himself with spurt after spurt of his driving lust juices deep up inside of her, filling her womb and belly to the bursting point.

"Oh, God, no, no, nooooooo!" she screamed as she felt it ricocheting around in a warm wet pool in her cunt, a hot fiery reminder of her total subjugation to the cruel inhuman tormentor fucking into her from behind.

There was nothing after that. The end had come so suddenly and so completely that Balloo pitched forward in total exhaustion along the length of her flattened body and lay, breathing fast, unable to move. Julie herself lay sobbing out her humiliation and fear beneath him, the sudden horrible thought coming to her that it wasn't all over. There were the others. Oh, God, there were the others!

"Come, Balloo, thees is my turn now."

"Oh, stop, we are here at the meeting house," Kubby announced from the driver's seat. "We all fuck now."

"Yes," Balloo added, rising from over the prostrate daughter of their enemy and glowering at the cringing Enhar in the front seat. "Son-of-a-bitch, Enhar. You do not do with the fingers what it is for a man to do!"

"How do you know?" Enhar retorted. Julie understood that he was questioning how Balloo could possibly know that the girl had been a virgin and that he, therefore, had taken her virginity with his fingers. Julie could see no importance to the question any more.

As he lifted himself, the girl could feel Balloo's deflated prick slipping wetly from her forever expanded hole. As the cool night rushed with a soothing swirl into her void, she listened with bated breath to the sliding halt of the car.

"I know," Balloo said flatly. "Now we meet and the girl is for later," he further said. There were groans from all the men at this statement, but none of them objected. Balloo seemed to be in charge of whatever was going on this night.

Julie heard the door opening on the right side of her, the side she had been forced through a seeming eternity before, and now there were pulling her roughly through it and out of the car. She tried to stand on her own two feet when she felt the ground beneath them, but they would not hold, and she was forced to lean against Balloo's shoulder for support. The hem of her nightgown fell loosely from her neck and on down to her waist as she struggled weakly to pull it the rest of the way down to cover her naked hips.

She was barefooted, and the cold touch of the dust beneath her feet brought some semblance of consciousness back to her dazed mind. Her hand tightened around Balloo's arm, and in spite of the brutal assault he had just subjected her to, she found herself clinging to him blindly, half for support and half from the fear of the others touching her. She followed him meekly across the short distance from the car to the hut of rushes huddled for protection against the trees that lined the small field where they had stopped. In spite of her still smoldering dread of his touch, he seemed to be the only barrier that stood between her and total rape by all the others. How long would he hold them off, and how much power to do so did he have? She tightened her grip and followed him passively, half stumbling, half walking, to the low opening that was the doorway into the hut. She had never been inside a native hut before, and she trembled at the thought of the unknown and the frightening fate that she was certain awaited her inside.