into the moist pink flanges of her hungering cunt in an exciting contrast of black into white.
'Haaahhhhh,' he sputtered. 'The Gods of the feathered spirits pull high!' He knew his mood was pulled and lowered by the bird-spirits-of his people, and right now the spirit that held him in its great talons was definitely ascending a giant mountain peak!
As he worked demon-like behind her, his eyes flickered smokily back to her tender lips clasping and unclasping around the growing black cock of the savage in front, who was forcing her to suck his lewdly inflated prick. Julie worked in a daze at the command of his fingers, licking and sucking like a hungry child as he forced her to follow slave-like with her lips, his every fuck into the tender shelter of her mouth. Her ravishment continued on and on at both ends of her bent and tortured body as the crazed Enhar cupped and kneaded her jiggling titties hanging down beneath her bucking white torso with a cruel hard pressure that periodically jerked her mind from the ceaseless rape of her other tender parts.
The saliva in her mouth grew and grew, threatening inundation. It was becoming slightly sticky now as small emissions of lubricating fluid seeped from the end of the black man's cock into its warm depths. She could feel his hips writhing and straining below her bobbing head as though he were in the last spasmodic throes of death. His long sensuous fingers were curled tightly in her hair, slipping her mouth up and down over the end of his fucking fleshy instrument as though it were another devouring cunt into which he was venting the full wrath of his animal- like lust. She could feel it stretching and expanding inside her mouth until there was no room left and moaned piteously around it as it fucked forward, hard down to her tonsils as though it were trying to meet the other hard cruel granite-like prick skewering deep into her belly from behind.
Never in her young life had she ever felt so utterly used and debauched and sucked with her mouth and wriggled her asscheeks from behind wildly to end it as quickly as she could. There was nothing else but that now, nothing but to please them as best her innocent white young body could, and pray it would be all they would demand.
The lewd savage in front of her jerked suddenly as though stuck by a pin and writhed his hips up tight into her face, sinking the full length of his blood-inflated cock deep down into her gasping throat. She fought to breathe, but it was hopeless as suddenly his lewd cock erupted in the warm wet interior of her sucking mouth, unintelligible sounds of profanity of a native sort rolling from his lips. His hot thick liquid squirted into her mouth like the rush of raging water through the ground to an open spring, did she sucked and swallowed, sucked and swallowed, her cheeks inflating and deflating all the time from the pressure of the bursting dam of sperm. It lasted for a seeming eternity, her mouth tilled with the pungent taste of his sperm and lust, and then it jerked a long last jerk and softened beneath her swirling tongue. Her senses were gone and she was hardly aware of it when a moment later his cock oozed in a slimy soft mass of flesh from between her lips. His hands pulled her head limply forward to lay trapped against the whole of his trembling loins.
The beautiful young girl could still feel its rubbery soft length pressed tight against the cheeks of her face when she heard a grunt from behind her. She felt her thighs and asscheeks swept wide apart in one last ass- crushing rush as the other savage fucking into her mercilessly, shoving it as far as it could fuck into her belly and began spewing his hot sticky liquid deep up inside her helplessly defenseless cunt.
'Aaaooohhh,' he cried, his mouth opening wide with the loud, uncontrolled sound as she felt his lewd sperm filling her cuntal hole with a great rush. She could feel it flooding hotly into her and filling the depths of her womb until she thought she would burst inside. There were several convulsive jerks of his pelvis against the soft cheeks of her ass, a desperate digging of fingers into the soft flaccid flesh of her hips and then he fell forward over her back, pushing her face across the exhausted and satiated black primitive, who had just forced her to suck him dry.
There was no longer any movement at all except for the cooing sounds of the fat Enhar, masturbating by the side of the mat, his eyes rolling wildly in his head as he, too, approached an orgasm. There was a movement of bodies, and Julie felt herself falling to the mattress as Dawak slipped from under her and Kubby lifted himself exhaustedly from her back. There was a sudden cool rush of air between her legs as his deflated prick withdrew from her ravished and wet loins.
Over on her back she rolled and lay still, unable to move and not caring. She had never felt so debased and lost in all her life as a horrible picture formed in her mind of what she must have looked like being buffeted between the two black savages like a helpless rag doll. Had her father seen it, she knew, he would have suffered a heart attack from which he could never recover. What God thought, she couldn't imagine, but surely he knew that it wasn't her fault. Her body arched and she dimly felt hands crawling over the wetness of her thighs, which were still moist from Kubby's sperm. She did not move and felt the lips of her aching cunt being pressed apart again and looked up through half-slit green eyes to see the frustrated Enhar kneeling between her open legs, his long lust- hardened cock poised in his hand for entry into her. She closed her eyes again and drifted into semi- consciousness, not caring anymore, sin or no sin. She hadn't the energy to care.
'Leev her. She will be nothing alive!' suddenly boomed across the room from where Balloo had bedded down for the night.
It was a relief to think someone cared whether she lived or died. It helped to make herself care once more. She heard a defeated whimper and felt a weight lifting from between her thighs. Her eyes flickered open again for the briefest of moments, and she shivered as she saw Enhar standing over her nakedly exposed body at the side of the mat. He was stroking wildly with his hand at his large bloated black prick, locking his eyes insanely down on the wet moist mound of her loins that glistened in the kerosene lamp and flickering firelight as though covered with a light coat of early morning dew. She heard him groan and felt a sudden rush of hot sticky wetness flooding over her naked tits. It was like standing too close to Victoria Falls, she thought hazily, and then there was nothing in her mind at all. As she drifted down into a welcome protective cloak of sleep and exhaustion, just as she lay, too battered and lost to even put her legs together, the morning was just beginning to lighten the sky.
CHAPTER FOUR
Since the eastern side of the hut was the forested side, there was little light until late in the morning, and Julie could not believe it when she was awakened. It still seemed the middle of the night, and she was certainly tired enough that it had to be! But already Kubby was tending more little loaves of bread on the stone stove. She imagined that he had finished grinding the flour she had begun to grind the night before, yet it seemed inconceivable to her that he had arisen and done that and made the bread between the time he had fucked her last night and right now. Yet there he was. Perhaps these primitive creatures didn't sleep, was a brief, silly idea that flashed temporarily through her tired mind.
What she most wanted to do when she woke up was wash. The men let her go out by herself to find a suitable bush to use as a bathroom, but they would give her no water or place to wash.
'We wash you. We clean you for the spirits in the river,' Balloo told her, leaving her puzzled. It wasn't clear to her whether they were going to wash her in the river or whether they were going to wash her to give to the spirits in the river. For a moment her heart froze, but then she remembered that there had been some talk about her being given back to her father with no marks on her, so apparently kiting her was not in their plans. However, there had to be some price they were demanding in return for her life or the entire kidnapping made no sense whatever.
For awhile, the men seemed to have lost interest in her physically. For one thing they were very excited because Enhar, usually out of grace and favor with everyone, had found an ostrich egg and breakfast would be sumptuous. Dawak, missing at first, came in with a skin of goat's milk, and then all stood around the big wooden bowl that Julie remembered from the night before and stirred and chanted and laughed as they beat the egg and some of the goat's milk and then poured it slowly on a hot flat stone over the fire, all roaring with laughter and helping with their wooden spoons to keep the egg mixture from running off the stone into the fire.
When it was time to eat, they brought her over naked to a mat at their table. They were so cool and indifferent toward her that she was not at all embarrassed to sit with them crosslegged, as one had to do with such a table. The little bread tasted much better with egg and goat's milk to go with it. Still, she was uncomfortable as she pictured herself sitting there, eating with her hands, unwashed, especially after such a night, and her long light brown hair awry and uncombed for want of anything to comb it with.
