his sharply nibbling teeth and with his wet tongue lathered her pliant flesh until she groaned into his kinky black hair that had just begun to silver over the ears.
'Oh, yeeeeesssssssssss,' she whimpered uncontrollably now.
Prudence Harper worked the heavy black lust-swollen prick of her kidnapper ever closer to her waiting cunt, savoring the hardness of his entire muscular body as it tensed above her and feeling her own desire growing by leaps and bounds. Her sandy-haired husband had faded out of her consciousness completely by now. There was only this big black lover and the fast rising heat of her fragile white body. She wanted to be touched lower now, wanted the hard, veined lust of his cock fucking deep in her cunt! Oh, God, how she wanted it! Never had she wanted any other man's so urgently!
As if he could read her frenzied mind, Captain Happy responded by lowering his hand to her hotly quivering pussy between her nakedly twitching thighs. It was like an earthen oven, hot as the fire pit over which they turned the boars. It was alive and sucking and ready to devour him, as small as she was! He wormed his outstretched middle finger forward and up to meet her hotly writhing pussy as she pressed the big dark bulbous head of his surging, lust-bloated cock to greater erection in her fingers. He fucked in expertly at her tightly clenched cuntal hole, his lips murmuring wetly against her unbelievably gorgeous tits: 'Ohhhh, Prudence, keep it up! Keep gooooooiiinnnggggg, babe!'
The wickedly exciting sensations strengthened in the young wife's hair-fringed aunt, a seeping hotness spreading anew from her womb down between her automatically opening thighs. She cried out with lewd delight as his advancing middle finger reached all the way up into the cushiony warmth of her wanting cunt, spreading the moist, defenselessly weakening sheath wide. With a rhythm designed to drive her crazy, he fucked his finger deep up into her, fucking, tickling, increasing the pressure until he felt the nectarine droplets of her arousal spill out over his lewdly exploring, strong black fingers. He had to taste it, this white woman's juice!
Raising himself from her stomach but still manipulating her hotly steaming young pussy-flesh, he pulled back until the beautiful young prisoner was forced to release her hold on his turgidly engorged cock.
'In just a minute,' he whispered thickly, kneeling between her widely splayed legs, 'I want to eat you a little first!'
But his choice of words, his obvious intentions, were like cold water on the fire! As he lowered his swollen lips to the damp mass of blond pubic curls, holding her gleaming white thighs apart with his black fingers so that the entire expanse of her gaping young pussy flesh gleamed up at him, she jerked herself up and tried to push his big head away. She forgot all about who he was and where she was.
'No! No, not that! You can't do that!' she cried vehemently in horror.
The big man was caught off guard and reeled back off balance, almost falling. He was so caught so unexpectedly, that he forgot to threaten her into silence and obedience.
'I just want to taste…' he started…
'No!' the girl screamed hysterically. 'No one does that disgusting thing to me, not even Doug!'
She grabbed her brassiere from the floor and fastened it deftly in front under her beautiful white tits then flipped it around, filling the cups and stretching the straps over her shapely white shoulders. Captain Happy was so mesmerized by the whiteness of her skin that his reactions were slow.
'Where do you think you're going?' he asked, standing up and towering over her, his massive black cock still fully extended, lowering out from under his thick kinky black pubic hair like a spear.
'I… I don't know!' she screamed at him, hiding her own confusion and the fear that was beginning to return. Oh, God, what had she done? Yet there was something about the man that made him… well, not that fearsome, it seemed to her now.
Happy stared at her in amazement. Why didn't he rape her on the spot? Who the hell was she to tell him where to get off? Yet, although his blood was boiling, it was not in anger and not wholly in lust, either. He didn't want this woman this way. He may not have tasted that seething cunt of hers but he had tasted an aggressiveness that had been completely unexpected. It was his guess that this little white woman had a great deal more to offer than he could get by force. No, she had to be wooed. It was a challenge to him that he could not resist! Unfortunately, that approach took time that they probably didn't have. He stood apart, contemplating the problem while she finished dressing. Perhaps there was some way to hasten the courtship. For one thing, no one yet knew who had the ambassador and his wife. No message had been sent, no demands made. That could be held up a little while. In fact, he knew a way that it might be held up for a longer while!
CHAPTER THREE
Prudence Harper, disheveled and uncertain on her feet, stumbled her way across the elegant foyer in the harsh grasp of one of Captain Happy's men. There were deep red marks where his strong fingers had gripped her fragile white arm, and Douglas jumped to his feet when he saw her. He had been unable to figure out why the head of this operation had wanted to talk so long to Prudence, but he had never for a moment doubted her safety. Prudence's things had been left with him so he did not think she had been moved to another room. He had just been considering the fact that they may have decided to feed her separately so they could talk to Douglas over a private dinner, when she was shoved into the room.
'What in the world happened?' the young man asked rushing to his young bride, who collapsed gratefully into his arms. He saw the red prints on her arm and for a moment thought she had been abused in some way.
'What did you do to her?' he shouted at the black soldier who was just closing the door behind himself. He only grinned and shut the door.
'I'm… I'm all right, Doug,' the little blond tried to pull out of his arms now. 'I'd like to sit down, but nothing happened,' she said with a touch of pride in her voice.
'What did they want with you?' her husband asked her while still holding her as they walked toward a small love seat in the inside corner of the room.
There was something about the way her new husband emphasized the 'you' that hurt the young bride's feelings a little, but she swallowed her pride. After all, an ambassador's wife was not as important as an ambassador, as far as being a hostage was concerned, a hostage of any value, that is.
'Well, I suppose it is you they really want, dear,' she told him while swallowing, 'but I do have certain attributes.' Automatically she reached for the buttons of her suit to see if they were all buttoned, and Douglas understood from this gesture that sexual advances had been made to his young, innocent wife.
His face reddened in anger. 'I'll kill them, the pigs!' he spat and leaped up from the seat.
She pulled him down. 'Now how are you going to accomplish that by yourself, silly?' she cooed at him to calm him. She smiled brightly and ran her lovely hand through her hair. 'I'm sure I look terrible, Doug, but it wasn't that bad, really! He tried. He failed. He gave up,' she reassured her twenty eight year old husband. 'Perhaps he just wanted to find out if I was the type who came across, honey,' she suggested.
'You aren't!' he said reassured and sitting down beside her again. 'But you do smell awfully of scotch!'
'Yes, he gave it to me and I was too frightened to refuse.'
'You did the right thing,' the young ambassador drew her toward him again. He wanted to comfort her, yet Douglas Harper could not help wondering if she really had done the right thing. She had accepted the scotch and refused the sex. Without knowing the man involved… and Doug had not yet met Captain Happy… it was hard to say what she should have done. Whatever she had done, it was done, and they would have to suffer the consequences. When Douglas had his opportunity to meet the head of the operation here, he would be in a better position to advise his little wife what to do in the future. Meanwhile, he was looking over the room, a study, very carefully, in case the knowledge of it and what was in it would ever be helpful. He could see from where he sat that guards had been posted outside the window. He had been told that there were two guards outside the door at all times…
He was just noticing the spot on the Persian carpet that told him a large desk had been removed from the room, leaving absolutely nothing to hide behind effectively, when his attention was drawn back to the door by the scuffling of boots and then the turning of the knob.
Two black soldiers came in, informally for soldiers. 'The captain wants to meet you now, Mr. Ambassador,' one of the men said with a flourish and in a tone of slight mockery.
