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
