The missionary's daughter

CHAPTER FIVE

She could not have been sleeping long again when she felt pulled over closer against the wall. In her half-asleep state, she dreamed that it was Daranje Kawat and she hadn't the strength or sense of will to move and listen or open her eyes to be sure of what was going on. She sensed the stopping of trousers from a dark muscular body, and she heard them drop dully on the earthen ground. Then there was silence, except for a deep breathing. Was there no one else in the room? She tensed her body and waited for the touch of hands on her back but there was none.

Balloo stood naked for a long moment looking down at the white girl before removing his pants. He knew she was only half asleep and hazily aware of him, that he was studying her. He hoped she could feel the hot trails of desire and admiration his eyes left behind them as they roved over her reclining form.

"Pretty white bitch," she suddenly heard through the stillness like a sudden wave on a calm ocean. Her first reaction was to turn her head and see where the strange, suddenly tender, voice came from. No, it was not Daranje Kawat. What had she expected? But it was Balloo, at least, and she could see no one else around through the hazy blurred vision of her straining eyes. Yet she almost didn't recognize this Balloo from the tenderness with which he spoke. Perhaps it was because there was no one else there. The softness of his voice sheared the harsh savage away and made him something else, something human that she had mysteriously felt in him before but had not really seen until this instant. It unsettled her and confused her thoughts. She had considered them all as nothing but a bunch of wild animals, more careless than a lion of its own species. Now, with the sudden tenderness of this leader of the group, she was no longer certain. She had feared him before and sought his protection just like a fellow animal and out of necessity.

She felt the mat give a little beneath his weight as he sat down beside her. She cringed away from his nakedness out of habit although she was not as frightened by it as she had been in the beginning. There was really nothing more for her to fear except death itself, so when his hand come to rest softly on her back, her body did not jerk automatically away. Balloo's hand moved slowly on her back, mistaking her slight tremble from the lewd pictures she had dreamed and which had started to form again in her mind for the beginning of surrender.

In a way, the half drunken Balloo was right. The girl had surrendered but not for the reason he so much wanted her to. The will to resist had been totally destroyed because there was nothing else he could do to her that had not already been done. He would rather have her reason be as great as his when he gave up his chance with the king's mistress to have the missionary's white daughter. But Julie simple could stand the threat of sudden pain no more and her fatigue-wracked body was almost beyond feeling anything but the desire for the peace from which it had been so cruelly disturbed when she had been kidnapped from her home only last night, although it seemed months ago now. So she was his, both mint and body now, and the tenderness with which he touched her helped quiet her fears and inspired hope for a quick rescue. Meanwhile, as long as he was a barrier between herself and the others, she could lie still and let him play with her as he wished, gratefully.

The primitive leader, sobering slightly from the sight of the voluptuous young white girl stretched languidly on the mat beside him, gazed down at her with an almost religious reverence. He would have given anything in the world at that moment if he could have possessed her permanently under different circumstances, but to give her back to her father was a necessary sacrifice. The whiteness of her skin made no difference to him, but she had been so clean and innocent and untouched, except for the rape that he and the others had imposed, which didn't count.

Julie felt her body begin to shiver as his black hands moved down over her soft round ass and began pushing the hem of her robe she had been given to wear up the backs of her thighs. She could hear him breathing heavily behind her and wanted to turn and look at his face to see if it reflected the sudden gentility with which his hands moved but she didn't dare. She was afraid it would and suddenly and he would without warning again crept into the violence he had the first time he had taken her in the old car. He nudged her hips up from the mat, and she lifted without resistance to the gentle pressure to allow him to slip the woven garment up the full length of her body and over her head.

"Ooooohhhhhhh," she murmured as he ran his hands in a long slow caress back down her back again. Her titties trembled and hardened slightly as they made naked contact with the rough mat beneath them, and she groaned again, not from pain but from some new alien tingle that began throbbing gently inside her flesh. Again his hands came down her back, slipping like another skin down over the full voluptuous moons of her ass and hips. The dress was gone and she was nakedly exposed to him but felt no longer any embarrassment or fear or need to resist. She had come to trust him in the last few minutes and sensed that he would not hurt her intentionally the way the others had hurt Kinche. In fact, the thought ran hazily through her mind, he probably would stop if she pleaded with him, but she had no intention of doing that now. She knew that he had saved her from another horrible evening at the hands of the other three by throwing the king's mistress to them. She also sensed that it had not been totally through desire for her alone but from a new strange compassion that had arisen in him for her as a human being. She knew because his hands playing over the softness of her now quivering flesh were asking, not demanding.

He sensed too, that there had been a change in the white girl. She no longer cringed beneath his touch as she had done in the car. Now, to his amazement, she seemed to desire it. Her body strained and worked with his hands as they coursed over her. He rubbed her asscheeks in small tiny circles, gently pressing apart the two full white moons so that he could see the tiny puckered brown hole of her ass nestled there so open and vulnerable. He thought of bending over and kissing it but decided against it. These white people had very strange taboos that he could never comprehend. He did not want to do anything that would raise her guard and perhaps snap her from the relaxed mood she was in at the moment. He cupped the firm full cheeks of her ass again and then slid his fingers slowly down them and into the crease caused by the pressure of her thighs lying so close together.

As he pressured gently down between them with his hand, he expected them to clench tightly shut but was surprised when they fell limply open without resistance of any kind. He pushed his hand up between their full satin-like softness until his fingers came into sudden wet contact with the soft down of the thin brown pubic hair growing tantalizingly up between her legs. He tried to press his finger up between the soft moist flanges of her cunt but she jerked spasmodically away, not from fear or revulsion, but from the unexpected contact that sent a shiver of warm rippling sensation running up the nerves of her naked back.

Julie groaned, vaguely aware of his hands turning her body on the mat so that she was flat on her back and the whole of her naked front was presented up to him in a delicious garden of secret hollows and indentations. She was just as he remembered her last night when he had made her stand nakedly exposed before the crackling fire and had impressed the others with the value of what he possessed. And they, impressed, had reminded him of his promise to share her! She was as she was then, firm and young and white, her body shaking, but this time filled, he suspected, with passion!

Balloo kneeled beside her, running his hands reverently over her white tits, her flat white belly, her thighs, up and down over her unprotected nudity with shaking hands that brought forth small animal mewls of pleasure from between her tightly closed teeth. His passion was increased as he watched the contrast of his ebony dark hands moving over and bringing the gasping and quivering response from the white of her body. He watched her open her eyes, greener than the river, and look up at him for a moment, the bright grassy color shadowed by the dim smoky veil of building passion that was beginning to course through her.

Somewhere back in the distant ages since his hands had reached for her body, Julie had drifted into a strange unknown world of sudden, deep, soft pleasure of the flesh. She had lain beneath his hands at first in fear, then in grim realization that she had a debt for protection to pay him. Now, all conscious thought of why she was here or beneath whom her slowly flaming body was writhing was lost to her memory. It no longer mattered as she felt the tiny licking flames running all around her between the softness of her inner thighs, out the tips of her now throbbing and pebble-hard nipples, and down again to the burning core of her hungering cunt where it roared in white hot heat like the interior of that stone stove in the other hut.

"Oh, God," her voice whispered softly without even knowing it had been said. "Oooohhhhhh, God!"

Balloo pressed his thick rubbery lips down over hers and immediately felt the hard rigid pressure of her tongue spearing up wetly into his mouth in her unconscious quest for a warmer, wetter contact with the evil spirit-like thing so deliciously torturing her body. His hands continued rummaging over her, and he ran them between her thighs, which did not jerk away this time but which opened voluntarily to admit him to the very core of her cunt hole. He could feel the warm center of her loins flexing almost imperceptibly in passionate answer to his naked touch.

"Aaaaaaahhhhhhh, ooooooohhhhhhhh," she was sighing continuously up into his lips, her tongue pushed up into his and circling deep around inside as though searching desperately for another entrance to his mouth.

Julie's passion spurred his own. Disbelief buzzing through his brain that this could be happening. Last night in the car he had brutally ripped this voluptuous girl's virginity from between her legs in a brutal rape, and yet today she was writhing and twisting beneath him as though she were his slave. He could not stand it another minute, and he moved over, slithering on top of her warm soft, white body like a protective blanket. He could feel it quivering helplessly out of control under him and reached unresisting thighs up the sides of hips until the whole of her wet, throbbing cuntal slit was presented up to him in welcome sacrifice. He held them there for a long tortured moment and started to reach down and implant himself inside her, but at the last second he stopped. Today he wanted her total surrender, and it would be worth the risk of breaking the spell she was under now. It would make it all a thousand times more meaningful if she were to take him to her. He held his breath and spoke the English words in a whisper.

"Put in the prick."

Then in a long gasp of relief, he let his breath out slowly as he felt her hand burrowing down without hesitation between them and her warm fingers close tightly around his rigid flesh. She stilled for a moment and he held his breath again in fear she would suddenly regain her senses and twist away from him. It was a long, long second later that he breathed out again in relief as he felt her thumb and forefinger tighten around the head of his pulsating hard prick and slowly but firmly she guided it to the lips of her cunt. The sensitive tip he then teased into the wet, fleshy folds of her devouringly hungry cunt. He could feel the soft brown pubic hair grazing gently against it as it hung poised for entry between the tight, throbbing lips. The hot, smooth warmth was excruciating, and it was all he could do to hold himself back from lunging forward to sink the whole of the heavy pulsating weight hanging down between his legs with one mighty flesh splitting thrust into the helplessly impassioned white girl's quivering and waiting belly. But he waited.

He waited because she needed it, and that's what he had wanted from her even though it tortured him beyond his wildest imagination and because he knew he had conquered her soul, not that he would keep it of course, and she was completely at the mercy of his desires at this moment. The chance might never come again, and he tortured himself, holding back the final plunge that would fuse them together in one great wet, pulsating mass of black and white flesh, to wring from her that one final admission of surrender that would bond them together as long as she lived.

However, she had to know it. She had to be conscious of it, or it would mean nothing at all. She had to remember that she had done it and done it because she had desired it more than pride itself. She would be leaving their world tomorrow very probably, as soon as her father promised to leave the jungle with his God of the feathered spirits. He could feel it and he was glad for it but he wanted to leave something inside of her, something that would live forever in her belly and in her mend no matter where her father took her or how many times afterwards she was fucked. His hard black cock must be there always with the others. In spite of Enhar's fumbling, Balloo knew that he himself had really been her first lover, and he wanted her to remember him within every pore in her body how he had given it to her.

Julie lay groaning in tiny unintelligible gasps that seeped from between her tightly gnashed teeth like quick puffs of steam from a boiling pot of tea. Her body ached, and she was vaguely aware of a great black form hovering over her. Her legs and loins were wide apart and wet from a strange and delicious soft pressure that she herself remembered vaguely placing there an eternity ago, and she hungered, hungered deep inside her contracting womb as though it were a ravenous wild beast in the jungle hunting for food.

The savage Balloo levered up on his hands into a push-up position above the slowly, undulating body of the white girl. Her face was contorted in indescribable rapture and her lips were pursed in a wet rounded oval-shape with tiny wisping groans of half-conscious pleasure escaping from around the soft pinkness of her tongue circling moistly around the outside of her mouth. He looked down between the contrasting color of their bodies and could see his giant throbbing hard prick pressed blackly into the liquid-saturated folds of her pink and open cunt. The silken softness of her pubic hair surrounded the stump-like pole of flesh in a lust-inciting mixture of pale brown against glistening black that caused his lewdly bloated cock to throb involuntarily against her.

"Aaaaaaahhllhhhh," she groaned unconsciously as she felt the wet, moist contact grow closer.

Balloo strained for all he was worth against the all consuming desire to ram forward at that very moment and impale her instantaneously like a ravished white feathered spirit on a stake. There was too much of her that he had not tasted, and he wanted it all. He would never get the chance again. He looked down at her large firm titties swaying out gently toward her ribs and quivering slightly with each soulful gasp that came from her mewling throat. They excited him, and he had to have them in some way. He slithered forward up her chest and straddled her with one leg on either side of her ribs and gently place his throbbing black cock in the narrow cleft between them so that her warm white flesh enclosed it on both sides.

Momentarily, her eyes opened but flickered shut again quickly as though she, too, were afraid of the strange spell that hung over the room. Her mouth still hung open crooning softly into the dim light which was all that could come through the small door.

Balloo's great hands shook, and he reached down and crushed the soft resilient mounds between his strong, sinewy fingers, making tiny ridges of white that stood up between their blackness like the whiteness of the new moon in the night sky. He kneaded and stretched at them watching them ooze through his hands like firm, flaccid foam rubber, soft, yet springing back into voluptuous shape the moment his pressure lifted. He pushed them together so that they met across her body and formed a velvety, yielding tunnel in which his cock was sensuously entrapped. He pressed them hard so that the nipples met at the top and then began a gentle rocking motion, thrusting his whole rigidity through the warm, flaccid channel formed by the firm, white rounded, tits. As he pushed, the blue-black head of his blood-swollen cock appeared at the far end of the warm, soft tunnel and brushed gently against her chin, leaving a tiny spot of moisture each time it touched from the seminal fluid seeping from it in his excitement.

For several minutes, he kept up the slow rocking motion between her quivering titties, feeling his lewd prick growing and expanding until he was afraid it would erupt into a great gushing fountain of sperm before he was ready. He had to force himself to sit still for a moment and content himself with pushing and pulling at the maddening softness of the two throbbing mounds so warmly surrounding him. He tweaked at the nipples and rubbed them over the top of his cock together, one against the other, watching with bared teeth as they jerked and throbbed into a greater hardness that he had not thought possible. At the same time, he studied her face and the reaction it was having upon her.

How electrifying! Her green eyes were open now and gazed unseeing up into the dimness near the top of the center pole of the hut. A thin smoky veil of passion obscured their dilated pupils. Her hips and ass writhed on the mat below, her thighs limply kicking out and then drawing up again as though searching for some invisible lover to draw inside of them. She was completely out of control, and Balloo knew that nothing he did now would matter. She would accept any degradation he would force upon her to quell the fire that was raging out of control in her voraciously hungry cunt. There was just one thing more before he fucked her.

His dark eyes locked on her full sensuous lips still muttering nothings out into the air from her tortured need. They were wet and moist from her tongue swirling around them as she lay suffering beneath him in unfulfilled desire. He wanted to tuck his cock down in between them, and he shuddered as the mere thought of that moist warm cavern closing around it caused it to jerk and almost ejaculate where it lay between her tits.

To place his knees on either side of her neck, he moved up a little, and his long black cock throbbed out directly over her face, presenting her unseeing eyes a view of the pulsating sperm-filled ridge running beneath it. His balls lay gently against her moistened chin. He sat still for a moment, feeling the firm resilient mounds of her tits squashed down beneath his asscheeks. He did not move to give her mind time to adjust to the change in position. Whatever he did had to be slow so as not to break the spell she was under. If she ever returned to total consciousness, he suspected her mind would fight the dictates of her body, and he did not want her in rape this last time. He wanted her mad with desire for him.

Balloo gently placed both of his hands down behind her head and lifted it up off the mat bending her neck up toward him so that her face and mouth were poised directly in front of the palpitating head of his lust-swollen cock. He pushed forward slightly, his asscheeks rolling on the cushion of her white tits behind, until the tip of his hard prick was pressed gently between her slightly open lips. He groaned as he felt the soft surfaces brush gently against the sensitive skin of the head. Her lips closed at the first touch, and he held his breath waiting for a sudden cry of protest, but none came.

Her lips fell limply open instead, and her head pressed forward of its own volition without his having to pull her to him. The movement caught him by surprise as he thought she was beyond moving at all, and he watched with unbelieving delight as the tight rounded ovals of smooth fleshy lips enclosed over the tightly stretched skin of his veiled black cock. He had never in his wildest dreams ever thought he would see the day when he could look down and see his jet black instrument skewering into the face of the missionary's beautiful white daughter. She was so beautiful and innocent, and she was enjoying it!

Slowly at first, she had started using her tongue, and he could feel it swiping around him, causing his blood-hardened cock to jerk inside her mouth. Her lips were soft and smooth and clasped tightly to him in a close elastic ring. He could feel them with pained intensity moving down his lewd prick and taking as much of him as she could in her mouth and surrounding him with the hot moist warmth of her saliva and the tender inner flesh of her tongue. He pressed his hands on either side of her hollowing checks and pressed inward.

She began to suck him with a moist, nibbling pressure, and her tongue licked and curled around him as though she had done this a thousand times and all the hunger burning deep in her devouring cunt was now concentrated in one great gust of sensation in her mouth. Balloo above her flailing head groaned incoherently and pushed his hands tight against her cheeks. He wanted her to make him cum, and he wanted to make her swallow it so that she would know later that he had bent her completely to his will, that he had dominated her as she would never be dominated again. He flexed his loins in and out at the near rounded hole formed by her lips and rolled his asscheeks around on her flaccid yielding titties as though he were attempting to crush them down into her chest. He watched wild-eyed from above as his black glistening flesh disappeared into her clasping lips like it were another hungry, nibbling cunt. He could feel all of himself, every nerve he possessed pulsating and throbbing between her lips and into the moist cavity and warmth of her saliva-filled mouth.

His loins were growing hot, and he was sweating between his legs, and still she sucked, keeping his blood-swollen prick in her mouth, burying her face in his loins until he knew it was the end. The pressure building in his balls slapping against her chin as she worked in her unconscious passion was excruciating and unbearable, and his big cock seemed to inflate and lengthen beyond anything it had ever done before.

Then suddenly, there was a jerk in his loins and nothing in the world could have stopped the liquid white flow that was rushing like a waterfall up from his aching balls and out the tip of his jerking prick. He gripped her head tight between his hands and shoved his lewdly bloated cock deep into her throat. She groaned beneath him as the first needle thin spurt of hot, fiery liquid flooded into the back of her mouth, filling the warm moist cavity, bloating and stretching her cheeks until they almost burst. Her throat worked gluttonously, swallowing and sputtering to keep from choking on the white sticky semen as he emptied his balls relentlessly into the depths of her gullet.

His big heathen body quivered above her as Balloo felt the last of his masculinity drained from his rapidly deflating prick. He was momentarily exhausted and had to brace himself with his hands tangled in her hair to keep from falling to the side of the mat. He started to lift himself from her, but to his amazement, she would not let his deflated organ escape from her lips. She continued to suck gently, undulating her ass behind him down into the bed and rubbing her legs hungrily together as he watched with disbelief the tiny thin trails of white cum running down from the corners of her mouth to her chin below. He had never felt anything like it, and it seemed as though he had been completely drained of all the strength and desire he had ever possessed. But, after a short while, his lusty cock began again to thicken in the soft, now slippery warmth of her mouth. She licked it and bit it gently, seeming to take delight in her power to bring it to life again after its cataclysmic collapse.

He thought he could never make love again as long as he lived, but when it had grown to full size, he felt desire begin to rekindle in his loins. She continued to nibble for a moment longer, swiping her slippery tongue wetly around and around it until she was certain it was restored to its full length and power and then she let her head fall heavily back to the bed. The rejuvenated cock slipped wetly from her mouth a small, thin string of semen still connecting her lips to it. Her eyes fluttered open, and she looked up at him through smoky, desire-ridden pupils for a moment and then pleaded with him in a desperate whisper.

"Fuck me, Balloo."

The surprised primitive wasted no time as he lifted his ass from her own tightly squashed asscheeks and moved down the length of her curvaceous white body. He came to rest directly between her already open thighs and reached down between them to complete the connection. She was ready, and there was no need to prepare her now. He could feel the wet, moist opening of her cunt throbbing in desperate anticipation as with his fingers he guided his thick black cock straight into her clasping defenseless cunt hole. He paused but a moment to part the sparse brown pubic hair, now wet with excited secretions, with the head of his swollen prick and then with one long smooth stroke, he fucked it into her all way up to her cervix. There was not the slightest resistance now from the number of times she had been fucked since they had abducted her, and he could feel the smooth wet walls of her cunt clamping around his blood-filled cock so moistly and firmly it almost drove him crazy.

"Aaaaauuuuuuwwwwwww, oooooohhhhhhhh," she moaned and sang as he felt her entire insides flowering open to receive him deep in her womb. She was groaning and murmuring incoherently now as he began to fuck viciously into her, gritting his teeth with desire. Her body followed him and began to move in wild abandoned jerks beneath him.

"Oooooohhhhhh, God! Ooooooohhhhhhhh God, it's so gooood!" she groaned as if in anguish, her arms wrapped tight around his neck, pulling his muscular black chest into the soft, whiteness of her titties. He fucked his long hard cock up and up, deeper and deeper into the warm soft cavern of her hungering cunt, feeling the whole of her belly flowering open before his onslaught as though she had never been fucked before in her life.

Her whole body jerked and twisted, and she moaned incessantly, her face contorted in ecstatic passion. Her mouth moved ceaselessly and her nostrils flared in untamed, animal desire that had taken hold of her body as though it were writhing in the throes of an epileptic fit. Her forehead was covered with a light coat of glistening sweat that had broken out beneath her disheveled long brown hair. There was nothing that could stop her wild race for fulfillment now, and the black primitive man fucked like a mad savage to end it for her.

"Oooohhhhhhh, Ballooooooo, yes! Yeeeessss," she cried up into the empty hut as he slithered his strong, sinewy hands under her wildly pumping asscheeks and cupped them tightly, raising them up off the mat for greater access to her open and pleading loins.

From that position, he squirmed down into her with all the strength of his hips and thighs and could feel the smooth, raw flesh of her cunt clasping and unclasping like a heart beat all around his hot, bursting cock. He fucked into her from the tips of his toes and rammed the last inch of thick black cock thundering up he, aching hungry hole, bringing a new ecstatic moan from her lips that resounded through the room like the cry of a wounded and dying animal. Her nostrils flared again, and her eyes, open wide and green now, gazed glassy-eyed and unseeing up into the hut top, a wild and unsatiated desire burning lustfully in them.

Balloo pulled his black head back so that he could watch the white girl's sweet face. It was something he did not want to miss, the sudden and humiliating surrender of her whole being to her father's enemy, who had snatched her from her soft bed in the middle of the night and fucked the shit out of her, without ceremony, in the back seat of a car. And now, now she was twisting and writhing beneath him, unable to control at all her wild desire to be fucked and humiliated by that same black man! Her face was wildly contorted with passion, and her lips bared back tightly over her teeth with greater and more desperate sounds coming robot-like from deep in her savagely heaving chest. Her arms, which had been wrapped tightly around his black neck, her nails digging desperately in his back, slithered down now and dug demonically into his muscular, thrusting asscheeks as they pounded down into her open and unprotected loins.

Wet smacking noises resounded through the room with each cruel pile-driving fuck he made into her and blended in tempo to the call of a wild bird that must have been perched in the tree directly over the roof of the hut.

Balloo heard the cry of the bird and was suddenly reminded of the insulting superiority of the God of the feathered spirits, and the memory drove him to greater desire to heap all the obscene indignities he could on the white girl grunting slavishly beneath him. He ran his hands from the smooth, hollowing cheeks of her ass down to her thighs and between them to the soft, soaked, brown hair surrounding her voracious cunt to feel the clinging lips of flesh which held and throbbed around his sturdy cock like a tight rubbery mouth and were running with moisture which overflowed wetly down the wide-split crack of her ass.

Her body was slippery from the sweat of the wild untamed gyrations of her ravenous body, and her head flailed uncontrollably back and forth on the dank mat beneath them. Her mouth was wide open in ecstatic abandon. She had become something crazed and inhuman as she twisted and churned, spreading her legs wide apart and jerking them up to her shoulders, egging him on.

"Oh, oh, deeper, harder! Fuck me! Fuck me!" she begged, gasping as if she were close to death. She was nearing her orgasm and swung her soft, tender thighs up and wound them voluptuously around his back, waving her ass in uncontrolled abandon from side to side and spiraling her devouring cunt up and down crazily on his plunging and hotly growing black cock.

"I'm cumming, Balloo! I'm cumming!" she suddenly squealed with a high pitched gasp of intense passion and locked her ankles in a death grip high up behind his laboring back. At the same time, her arms snaked tightly around his neck and smashed her open abandoned mouth to his where he could still taste the pungent flavor of his sperm that he had spurted into her throat such a short time ago. Her body arched and she held tight to him, not moving but quivering and jerking around him in a pulsating rhythm that spewed her orgasmic fluid out around his still hard-fucking cock and down the widely split crevice of her ass, soaking his balls as they slapped hard into her tiny puckered asshole.

Though he had been sucked dry a few short minutes ago, the wildness of the white girl's orgasm had started a slow aching pressure deep within his balls again, and he gripped the cheeks of her still rotating ass and squeezed with a crushing strength, feeling her cringe as great gasps of passion began spewing from his own throat.

"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!" he rasped and groaned and increased the viciousness of his strokes so that his pelvis smacked like a wooden paddle hard against the ragged pink flanges of her loins, and his lust-hardened black cock dipped deep down into the far, far hidden recesses of her pulsating belly. He felt himself coming and threw his hands down behind her knees, shoving her soft tender thighs up over her shoulders and ground as far down into her open and yielding cunt as he could go, bringing groans of left-over passion from her lips still locked tightly to his. Her arms still clasped him in their death grip, the ache in his balls was unbearable. He felt he had to cum now or he would die!

He felt the bursting at his loins and gasped into the moistness of her mouth, hearing her whimpering cry and feeling the tightening of her arms around his neck. Then with a deep soul-shattering grunt that went on and on into her mouth, he exploded into her, shooting his hot, liquid sperm deep down into the liquid depths of her open and receptive womb.

Then they lay still, locked in the lewd embrace of love for seeming forever though it was only minutes, their interlocked limbs presenting a vivid and strange picture of black fucking white. And then he rolled off her sweat soaked body, noticing her chest still heaving from the effort of their final orgasm. He reached behind him and dragged up a clean mat and lifting her legs pulled it under her over the wet one, lifting her body gently part by part as he worked. When it was in place, he lay down beside her thinking to sleep.

Julie Davenport's head was filled with the wonderful Balloo. She wondered why such a strong man was not a king like Daranje Kawat. She further wondered if he had ever tried. No, he couldn't have, because there was never a survivor from the trials except the king unless the stories she had heard were in error.

"Balloo?" she finally asked. Would his English be up to an explanation? "A man goes through many trials to become king. Can he die in these trials?"

"Yes," he said, she presumed to both ideas.

"Why do you have trials, to pick the strongest for king?" she asked in a whisper, hoping she wasn't breaking any tribal taboos with her questions, but Balloo seemed at ease.

"No. Sometimes the strongest perish. I have seen that."

"Did you ever want to try?" she asked hesitantly.

"I am not king," he said with finality. It confused her.

"Well, what are the trials for?"

"To pick true king."

The answer left her right where she was in the beginning, without understanding. What was a true king? Balloo probably did not know what made a true king so he could never answer such a question. That was one she would have to ask Daranje Kawat himself, she decided, wondering if it was safe to ask him and if he would answer.

"Will… will I get to talk to Daranje Kawat again?" she asked Balloo then.

Balloo sighed heavily. The white ones were talkative about so many things. "No. Daranje Kawat has said all."

"Yes," her temper flared. "He has told me what he wanted to tell, but suppose I have questions of him?"

Balloo pondered a minute. "To speak with the king, one must bring acceptable gifts," he explained. "He talked for tortoise. He geev Kinche for you."

"Oh, Balloo, you're not serious. The tortoise was chance. Do you mean that without that I still would not have been able to know why you were holding me?" She felt absolutely incredulous.

"When is need, the Gods provide," he said dully, wishing she would stop asking questions and snooze quietly with him.

Julie could see that Balloo was going to be no help. As far as a gift for the king in order to get to talk to him, well, she had nothing. Strange. She couldn't shake the mysterious quality of the idea that the king gave nothing without a gift first. He was like a mechanical doll with only one kind of key. Put a bowl of fruit on the altar and you shall receive. Give a gift and get grace. Do and be done to. Well, maybe it made more realistic sense than her father's teaching, "Ask and it shall be given." She remembered how many times growing up she had asked and it was not given. When she complained, her father would rationalize with such comforts as the idea that God knew better than we and it probably wasn't good for us, etc. Now that she thought about it, she decided to bring up the subject when she saw her father again and ask him what the point was of saying that it would be given upon request, if it would not… for whatever reason?

Yes, she thought, going over the ideas now in her mind. Give first and then be given in return. That made a lot more sense. And of course, it is necessary to give something the receiver wants, not something he doesn't care to have. What would a king of these primitives want? If she searched in the jungle for a beautiful flower or a small animal or bird, would such things please this king? She didn't really know his tastes other than for tortoise.

"Balloo? What kind of gift that I could find, maybe, in the jungle, would please King Daranje Kawat? Does he like flowers?"

"Why, Missa Julie?" He sighed more heavily than ever. He was just dozing off into the most comfortable of naps.

"I have questions, Balloo," she said fretfully.

The big man got to his feet wearily and left the hut. In a very short time, two women came for her and led her to a large sunken vat which a whole stream of women were filling with water from small clay bowls they carried on their heads. Since the women could not speak English, there was no way for Julie to know what was happening. She had been taken as naked as she had lain on the mat inside. The robe had been left behind. Suddenly, she was pulled on each side by a woman into the tub of water. Sand was brought and her flesh was scrubbed once more until it was a bright pink. Her hair was combed with an ivory four-pronged comb, and then she was dunked into the water all over several times. Again her hair was combed, and with water still dripping from her body, she was taken from the vat and clothed in a finer robe than before. It was still a dud brownish yellow color but the weave was finer and the material softer.

When she was taken to the king's huge hut, his palace, and put through the same dusting procedures with which she was already familiar, her heart jumped. She must have been granted an audience with the king in spite of the fact she had no gift for him. Perhaps Balloo had been lying to her to shut her up. But when she was led into the same room in which she had seen the king before, there was only Balloo, sitting alone at the table. Then it occurred to her that they had heard her father's decision and they were getting her ready to be sent home. She was seated at the table with Balloo and sat quietly for awhile. Finally, she spoke quaveringly.

"You… you heard from my father?"

"I know not," he answered, abruptly, she thought. Her heart reached out. She felt lonely, as though she had lost a friend somehow. Then a question bothered her.

"What happens to me, Balloo, if my father refuses to leave?"

"The king will say."

She reached hesitantly to touch the flesh of his arm. "Will you protect me? I mean, if… if…"

"No."

Her hand drew back, whipping into the sleeve of her robe as though it had been stung by a bee.

"Wh… why?" She felt tears rise to her eyes, not so much because she lacked protection but because she suffered the loss of him.

He sat back, chuckling, which was the way of his people so often. "Missa Julie no want man. Missa Julie want king!"

"On, no, Balloo!"

"Daranje Kawat is king. Balloo is man. Missa Julie want king like God of the feathered spirits. 'Who is like unto him?'" Julie recognized the quotation. It was one her father was fond of using. Balloo was now roaring with laughter. "Balloo… not like unto him… and… and not Daranje Kawat either!" He guffawed.

Suddenly, Julie was struck with his meaning. He meant that she had listened to her father teach that no one could match his God of the feathered spirits, no mere man could satisfy her, not even their king, Daranje Kawat! She was discontented with the man for his own sake! She had to have the best, a king, nay, a God!

"No, Balloo, no!" Tearfully she shook his arm to try to stop his laughter, but before he stopped, two women had come for her and led her into a chamber on the other side of the room. There she saw a rush mat a foot deep!

Before she even realized what was happening, her robe had been taken off, the women had gone, and Daranje Kawat came in from a side door. He had a smile on his face, but she could not help trembling. Had he heard from her father? She wished to ask but the words would not even squeak out.

"You have gift," he said, still smiling. He looked as though he were to break out into the same inane chuckle she was getting accustomed to in the others. Then her irritable mood changed and she found herself wishing he would chuckle. It seemed as though her feelings were more in control of her opinions than she was. With a quick scoop then, he reached down for her as she trembled, and he turned her over on her face, pulling up at her hips and bunching the robe up and around her waist. Her ass waved whitely in the air at him.

It all happened so fast, she had little time to think, only to gulp. She felt his hands on her ass, felt them drawing the cheeks slowly apart. She was so frightened, she did not dare object. This man wielded the power of life and death! She felt the hands move away, and they were replaced by wild slavering lips coursing all around her smooth, oval asscheeks. He was biting into them without control, bringing tiny gasps of pain from her as she screwed her pelvis down into the mat to try and escape, unconsciously. He pulled and stretched at her asshole, and she could feel the strain on the tight rubbery ring around it. It hurt and she felt lewd and obscene and her whole soul, not just her body, felt naked and exposed to all the world as the black form hovered over her ass behind and slobberingly plundered at the tiny brown puckered hole. There was a pressure against her ankles then, and she did not resist as she felt her legs pulled open wide until the tips of her toes were hanging down on either side of the tall mat. The king's finger poked at her asshole, and she jerked automatically from the sudden pain.

Julie gasped and pleaded silently for a second, and then realizing there was really nothing she could do, relaxed to be used as the slavering primitive crouching behind her desired. She had to admit to herself that she had been attracted by him, but not for this and in such an impersonal way! She might have been a rag doll to him! She sucked in her breath as he dug at her asshole again with his middle finger, insinuating it slowly and methodically into the depths of her rectum. She moaned and pressed her face tight into the woven grass as she felt him slip it in harshly up to the first knuckle and begin to move it around sadistically in her tight contracting asshole. He dug his finger deeper and she cried out, but the scream died in her throat as she remembered that Balloo was right in the next room through an open door.

Then the king slipped his finger from her rectum with a wet sucking noise and clasped his broad thick rod in his hand. His orange and white robe, which opened down the front, was tied back out of the way. He had not meant to touch the white girl, but when Balloo had told him she had questions, he could not resist. Never had he enjoyed a piece of white ass. Then he would answer one or two of her foolish questions. He had seen time and again that those who did not know how to live, especially those who gave their souls to the God of the feathered spirits, were full of absurd questions.

He lowered himself down onto her back and she could fed his hands pulling the cheeks of her ass wide apart. He lifted his own ass in the air, and she could feel the tip of his black cock probing against her for several seconds, trying to find the tightly puckered hole. He did.

He pushed forward, and she felt a slight pop at her asshole, and then she suffered a sudden spasm of pain so unbearable that she twisted and screamed again and again, trying with all her strength to get away. Her asscheeks were moving like a snowy owl thrashing about to escape, but her jerks only helped to drive his huge black prick deeper and deeper inside of her.

She could feel the pressure of his body pressing down on her with a pulverizing strength, pushing her down into the mat, punishing the lovely white ass that waved back at his eyes. She bucked back up at him, trying to throw him off, but as she bucked up, he fucked down and imbedded his thick, rock-hard cock all the way to the hilt in the soft flaccid tunnel of her ass.

"Aaaauuuuuuuugggggggghhhhhhhh," she grunted in pain and continued her hopeless thrashing beneath him. She no longer felt human as the huge black blood-swollen cock ripped far up into her rectum, pushing against the bottom of her belly inside. She felt as though she were being split open by a knife and her insides were torn and ripped as they never had before. The pain was unbearable, and she fought in wild desperation for a full minute longer against the brutal fleshy pole sunk in her backside, and then with a final groan of hopeless surrender, her strength failed. She collapsed in a limp mass of flesh beneath the body of the king, who had her pinned to the thick mat like a butterfly to a board. This was clearly not doing any good. To get it over with, she had to help him, not fight him!

Daranje Kawat suddenly groaned as he felt the white girl's anal muscles tighten around his long thick length of lusty cock buried inside of her. His hard prick throbbed harder, and he couldn't believe his senses when her asscheeks began a slow methodical, but hardly perceptible rotation beneath him. He flexed his prick deep up her rectum in an answering signal to convince his skeptical and unbelieving mind that she was responding to him. He had suspected that the white people were pale in feelings as well as in skin color. He had not expected her to get anything at all out of this. So he gasped as he felt it, felt her throb and tighten around like a warm fitting hunting glove. His royal joy knew no bounds. He had conquered her, and suddenly gasping and moaning like a child with a new found delight, her jerked her almost weightless body up to its knees without losing the connection and began to saw rhythmically and deep far down into the velvety confines of her ass. He watched with disbelieving jubilance as the pinkish round skin of her puckered little asshole drew back with the long black shaft, clasping to it as though it did not want to let it go.

Kneeling before him, Julie began to undulate her ass in small tiny circles, waving the white full rounded cheeks back at him lasciviously like a red flag before a bull. And strangely, the tiny bit of whore in every woman suddenly broke forth into a tingle of masochistic excitement. She wanted to enjoy it, actually. She had to enjoy it, she told herself, or he would know she was just trying to hurry him. There was still pain but it was strangely pleasurable, and she found herself thrusting and squirming back to meet the obscene impalement, and he jerked forward into her clasping hole.

Behind her, the impassioned and delighted Daranje Kawat groaned each time he surged up into her, and she, too, was moaning beneath him and twisting and waving the whiteness of her ass back at him in a lewd invitation to fuck into her harder and deeper. Her face was turned to the side on the mat, and he could see her teeth bared back in ecstatic delight, her tongue flicking out wetly in time to the increasing power of his long, smooth strokes into her that carried the full length of his long plunging lust-filled rod of lewd flesh. Her long, brown hair flowed out over the mat and periodically whirled in the air before his eyes as with a sudden or particularly hard thrust, she would grunt and flail her head to the other side. How beautiful she would be if her skin were not so colorless!

"Ooooooooohhhhh! Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh," she moaned and grunted beneath him, and he pressed forward as far as he could, pulling the soft cheeks of her ass wide apart to allow him to go deeper and just holding it there. His lewd cock was buried to the hilt up her painfully expanded rectum, and he suddenly gasped again. Her hand had reached down under her body and was gently cradling his balls, scraping her nails over them in a maddening, teasing motion that brought saliva running from the edges of his mouth. What had he done?

Her father's belongings were already packed and sitting at the white man's train station. He would be brought to the feast tonight and the bargain would be sealed as he and his daughter were leaving for their own country. He had considered their departure a good riddance, but she fucked well. He was having regrets.

"Oh, darling," she was murmuring. "Fuck it like that," she crooned through her tightly clenched lips as he gorged into her ass as hard as he could and rotated the giant blood-filled head deep around in her asshole.

Julie Davenport could almost feel herself splitting open from the power and pressure he was exerting deep down inside of her, but she gritted her teeth tight and did all the things she knew he would want her to do. She thrust back at him, hiding her shame and humiliation in her grim determination to convince him she wanted it more than anything in the world. And… and she did!

Behind her, the elated Daranje Kawat began to throb and ache in his balls where her fingers coursed over them. Ho knew he was close to cumming, and he wanted it to be good.

Julie could feel his hugeness inside her stretched and expanded rectum growing, and she knew what was coming. She knew he was going to shoot his lewd, hot sperm deep up into her helpless asshole, and she would have given anything in the world if there were any other way, but there was not. She would have to take it all inside her even if the humiliation and shame killed her.

The now crazed king behind her began to fuck into her asshole with ever increasing speed. His hand ripped and pulled at the soft white rounded globes of her ass like they were soft resilient clay in his big hands. He spread the cheeks of her ass wide apart, and with bulging eyes he watched the full black length of his fucking cock split the whiteness of her asshole like a soot covered train tunneling through a snow-covered mountain. His cock felt as though it would burst, not just at the end but all along the full length where the rubbery tight walls of her rectum held it vise-like and hot. The white girl was mumbling and whimpering incoherent noises into the mat, and mistaking them for cries of wanton passion, he increased the vigor and power of his strokes until he was buffeting her forward almost off the mat.

"Oooohhhhhhhh, God!" she screamed, the sobs choking down her throat as she felt him jerk inside her and realized to her horror that the moment was here when he was going to explode inside her and fill her helpless and unprotected belly with his obscene, hot cum, and there was nothing in the world she could do about it but lay kneeling in front of him like a galley slave and feign a rampant passion.

"Cum, darling, cum!" she shouted back at his sweating body, wanting to get it over with, wanting to end it forever. There was a muffled gurgle from behind her and she felt his great throbbing cock burst like a dam as he gave one last tremendous fuck into the back of her upraised asscheeks and emptied his hot sperm in wave after wave deep into the depths of her rectum. Julie thought the ejaculating instrument would never stop flowing into her and could feel the hot sticky fluid overflowing around his still jerking cock and forcing its way out the tight nether ring in her asshole that was clamped tightly around the base of his throbbing black cock. She gasped out a deep sigh of relief as she felt his deflated and limp shaft of black flesh slowly withdraw from her flooded ass. There was a slight, wet, sucking noise as it slipped out from between the full white moons of her asscheeks with a lewd slurping sound. Then there was a sudden rush of cool air into the wetness of her loins as she remained kneeling with her ass waving high in the air for a moment and then collapsed off to the side of the mat.

Then there was quiet, and after several minutes, Julie recalled her questions and glanced around behind her with fright. Surely he had stolen away. But no, he was standing there watching her, his robe tied modestly around him as it was when she had first seen him. Except for the laughter in his eyes, his face was serious.

"I await your questions," he said regally as though nothing at all had happened between them.

Dazed, Julie rolled over on her back. It took her a moment to compose herself and her befuddled head.

"Oh, yes," she said, unable now to remember why she thought such questions were of any importance. But she knew she would think them important later and would never forgive herself if she neglected to ask while she had the opportunity.

"It is said that a king like you has to survive all kinds of trials that almost kill you. I… I always wondered why, that's all. I…" But for some reason she felt silly and couldn't go on. She didn't have to. In his answer, he sounded as though he had told the story over and over. He sounded somewhat bored.

"Without the trials a man becomes king who is not true one. If he wishes to be something else…"

"Like wealthy or important!" she cried excitedly.

"Yes," he said, a little irritated that she dared interrupt him but glad for her understanding. "Before the trials are finished he will think it is not worth it and will die."

Julie's interest in the question was revived. "You have to want to be king above all else, a poor king, an unknown king, an…"

"A just king," he said emphatically. "It is a trial of punishments. A true king wishes to know each punishment himself so he knows which to give for what evil."

King Daranje Kawat turned away, and Julie was too absorbed in his answers for a moment to notice his leaving. He was happy for that. He had lost his joy in her and no longer regretted giving her back to her father. If she stayed with his people, she would soon lose her questioning tongue to the coals of fire!

Once he was gone, the spell was broken, and Julie turned to look for the garment she had been wearing. Her ass was sore, and she sensed a renewed coldness around her. Daranje Kawat had merely used her and was an egotist, she could see. Balloo had lost interest and had insulted her besides. A little while ago she might have been happy to stay with these people. What in the world had she been thinking of? Now she could hardly wait to have her father back, and to go home to their own country, she hoped. For there was one thing she knew from her father's example. The men of her own country would never abuse a woman the way she had been abused by these savages. The men of her own country were gentlemen, and sex was something they hardly thought about at all!