left, but the pent-up passion of the fat Enhar roared on. He rolled her to her stomach flat on the ground and muttering vague and unintelligible obscenities, headed and tore at the soft yielding flesh of her ass, her back, and her thighs, with an insane intensity that brought tears to Julie's gaping eyes.
Suddenly, with a savage jerk of her shoulder, Enhar rolled her over again back onto the mat on her back and forced her legs brutally apart. He kneeled up for a moment between her full dark coffee-colored thighs, dropping his pants to his knees with a quick movement of his hand, and then fell forward, crushing her dark lovely body with an animal-like grunt hard down onto the floor.
Their feet were facing Julie not more than three feet away, and her stunned emerald eyes were centered on the wide split crack of the helpless woman's cunt, the smooth blood-pinkened flesh of the stretched opening presenting a quivering and unimpeded target of soft wetness in a sparse forest of jet black pubic hair. Her asscheeks were smashed flat to the rough rush mat beneath, with Enhar's monstrous lust-thickened black cock insinuated down between the crevice that split the smooth, full rounded dark moons. The large, oversized, bulbous head touched the mat beneath and Julie was close enough that she could see it was wet and sticky where his seminal fluid had seeped out the narrow opening at the tip in his wild excitement of the rape of the untouchable king's mistress that had been thrown to him unexpectedly a few short minutes ago. He was being used as a source of amusement, but he certainly didn't care for this price!
Enhar wasted no time with preliminaries, and the horrified white girl lying prostrate at the couple's feet gasped when she saw the muscles of his ebony ass tighten as it lifted high in the air over the upturned loins of the moaning and pleading black woman. It poised at the wet widely stretched opening of her visibly palpitating cunt for what seemed an eternity and then jerked forward brutally to disappear between the soft, fleshy, down covered folds between her legs with a wet slithering rush that brought a long painful scream from the spread-eagled girl.
'Aaaaaaaagggggggghhhhhhhh!'
Julie looked at the grinning men. They were passing among them, of course, a bowl of the intoxicating svench. She was too horrified to make a sound but moaned beneath her breath as the terrible Enhar lay still, soaking the full length of his giant throbbing cock inside the moist softness of the poor girl's quivering belly for a few torturous seconds, and then with a deep throated groan born of animal lust began to fuck her savagely with long hard strokes that carried the full monstrous length of his blood-swollen prick. The helplessly impaled woman groaned and writhed painfully beneath the driving force of the black bully's pounding body as he reached down her legs under her knees and pulled up viciously, bending her thighs all the way back to her shoulders to give him greater access to the open wet entrance of her cunt. Kinche choked and sputtered beneath him in agony and the sudden humiliation of being thrown to this brute to be used and raped as he wished.
A few moments ago, she had been a proud and untouchable queen of the king's harem, but now she was just another piece of female flesh that would be passed among them to be fucked and used as each of them in turn would so desire and when they would desire. She knew that she was a great prize for a great service, perhaps the most important service that could have been done for her people, but she had not expected anything like this! Her humiliation knew no bounds, and she grunted and moaned beneath her wildly pumping attacker as though the world had suddenly ended.
'Balloo!' she called. 'Nooooooo, Balloo! Make him stop!'
Her pretty face was contorted in pained disbelief at her sudden fall into the depths of gang whoredom, the nearest English equivalent to what she was experiencing. But Balloo and the men only considered her pleas a part of the wonderfully entertaining show! And Enhar crushed his thick rubbery mouth down over hers drowning out with a wet slobbering finality the further screams building in her throat. He dug his fingers cruelly and hard into the firm large mounds of her tits, and Julie thought surely he was going to kill the girl from the back-breaking position into which he was forcing her with greater and greater strength.
Suddenly Julie began to understand what the lovely girl meant to these men and why the king had given her as a great prize for their services. He could have given them any woman or given them each a woman, but a woman could be had for nothing. That was not the point. He had given his woman, a part of himself… to subjugate! Enhar, especially, at the very bottom of the pecking order in this group, was now as close to the top of the status ladder as he could ever hope to get. He was subjugating the mistress of the king himself!
Kinche was bent nearly double now with her knees scraping painfully into the roughness of the ground back over her shoulders. Enhar's long thick lust-inflated cock pistoned like a baobab log into the ever expanding softness of her devouring cunt, and Julie could hear the harsh slap of his sperm-bloated balls beating a lewd and orgasm- building rhythm against the tiny asshole nestled in the crevice below her filled and battered cunt. She tried to close the sound from her ears, but it would not go. She tried to close her eyes and shut off the sight of the horrible ravishment taking place so close in front of her but they flickered open again involuntarily hypnotized by the bestial assault.
The frustrated Enhar began to go wild now with lust and sadistic delight at the same time. He twisted and turned her body beneath him like a limp rag doll as he fucked into her with ever increasing speed and vigor, smashing the softness of her naked and open body hard down into the rough dirt floor and into the rush mat until Julie thought he would drive her completely through it. His hands pinched and pulled at her as she twisted and squirmed to escape the pain. His face above her was contorted into a wild mask of sadistic lust as his blood- swollen cock battered into her, expanding and growing to ever horrifying proportions before the bulging eyes of the cringing white girl peering up between his large legs at the rigid column of wet, fucking black flesh.
Julie Davenport held her breath and gasped as she watched the tiny folds of dark but pinkened flesh of the squirming Kinche's cunt withdrawing and sinking wetly back inside again with each brutal thrust the crazed Enhar made into her. Then her heart suddenly stopped as she heard a low animal-like groan suddenly erupt from deep in the throat of the fucking fat savage, and his rigid black pole of bloated flesh skewering madly into the helpless girt beneath him began throbbing out its lewd hot liquid deep inside her quivering cunt. Julie could see it jerking forward and tunneling its way deep inside the moaning and pleading Kinche as it could go to plant its sperm deep, deep up inside her. She could see the obscene white liquid of his pent-up passion bubbling up and overflowing out around his tightly sheathed cock and down the wetly spread crack of Kinche's ass.
The king's mistress' beautiful legs kicked out helpless in the air on either side of him and fell limply to the floor. It was over and there was no more reason to resist. It had been done.
The exhausted Enhar lay collapsed heavily for a moment across her unresisting body, soaking his slowly deflating prick in the liquid depths of her aching cunt that he had filled completely a moment before. Then slowly he rose to his feet, pulling his pants up and tying the cord around them. His eyes were still locked on the beautiful woman lying limply on the floor and they reflected the disbelief that still lingered in him that such a prize had been thrown to him, Enhar! One moment she had represented the untouchable to him, more untouchable than the white bitch, and the next she was lying beneath his pounding hips with her legs split wide apart like any other piece of ass he had ever had, except infinitely better; he could not explain why!
Then suddenly Kubby was upon Kinche, not even giving her a chance to catch her breath. He had decided he was going to make her suck him until she made him cum like a bull in that proud little mouth that had heretofore been good enough only for a king! He felt a sudden jerk in his pants as he visualized her swallowing his hot warm load as he spewed it all the way down her throat. He reached down and ran his hands greedily over her neck, feeling the smooth tight hollows giving before the slight pressure he exerted. He circled his thumbs up over the full sensuous lips and pushed them gently apart to see the pink moist flesh of her tongue that would soon be circling around the hardness of his throbbing black prick like that of a coiling snake!
The limp body of the king's mistress shuddered even as she lay limp beneath Kubby, her new burden. There was a certain horrified acceptance in her face because she knew there was no hope whatsoever of escape from the hopeless position she was in. She knew she should be honored that she was the very best reward that the king could offer for a great service, but she had been so humiliated and defiled by this group, especially the fat one, that idealism no longer mattered very much. Hopefully, this one could never be as bad as the other had been when she had to lie there and let him pump his lewd sperm deep up in her belly like the lowest woman in the village! Further resistance was useless, anyway, and might be punishable. Perhaps it was better to please as best she could to get them finished off once and for all. Yes, she would give it to them, all they wanted and how they wanted it.
She could not help glowering up at Kubby though with eyes of contempt as the others laughed. He reached down behind her and put his hands backwards between her thighs and forced them slowly apart. She let herself
