'Give some svetch to her,' he ordered suddenly, pointing to the bowl they all drank from in common. 'But a small bowl!'
Kubby jumped up to fetch a small bowl from the storage area and then poured her a generous amount from the larger bowl on the table. She had to stop grinding to take it.
'Drink and don't stop,' Balloo commanded her, reveling in demonstrating his power over her to the others. They were all chuckling, of course.
Julie raised the little bowl and took a small sip, feeling the hot pulpy tasting liquid burning all the way down to her stomach. It certainly burned the bread away! It also made her feel slightly sick until she saw Balloo's eyes glued to her out of the corner of her own eye, and she tilted the bowl again to take a greater swallow. She almost coughed it up but with a supreme effort, managed to hold it down. A faint lightheadedness swirled through her as she raised tilted the bowl again and turned it bottom-up as quickly as she could finish the warm fluid to the last drop.
'Sheen do it!' Enhar said with a gleeful ring to his voice. 'I tell her do,' Balloo said proudly. 'She is Balloo's woman no one can have unless I geev!'
'Hey you!' Kubby protested shrilly immediately. 'You already geev!'
'Aaaawwwww,' Balloo hedged. 'She leetle. I gotta teach!' He rose from his mat and grabbed Julie by the arm, pushing her roughly back toward the stove. Though it appeared to the others that he was hurting her, she could feel a certain restraint in his movement that almost bordered on gentleness. She understood that he had to be firm in front of the others to maintain his status, and she let herself be carried limply along with him across the room.
'Now I teach,' he announced and reached to the back of Julie's tattered nightgown and ripped it down the back in one mighty jerk. The flimsy material split without effort and floated uselessly to the ground. Unconsciously she gasped when she realized what he had done and tried desperately to recover the last remnants of clothing she had left with which to cover her nakedly exposed body.
'Leave it,' she heard Balloo's voice command from above her. 'Thees is first white ass for us. They never see.' He indicated the others with a gesture of his hand. He didn't seem to expect her to be concerned about her nudity, and her father had said that the native women wore nothing on top just like the men, and that they would have to change that if he could induce the women to come to him at all. The men came, apparently not learning much thought Julie wryly, but the women did not.
So Julie Davenport hesitated miserably, still crouched on the hard dirt floor where she kneeled in the vain attempt to cover herself. Her arms were folded tightly over her large firm titties, that swayed down voluptuously from her bending torso, naked and unprotected. Her legs were clamped tightly together in an attempt to hide the brown silken triangle between her thighs. She began to tremble from the sudden obscene exposure of her body to the others in the room.
'Get up, Missa Julie,' Balloo commanded tersely. 'They cannot see white ass like that!'
Julie froze when she looked at the table area and saw the others begin to rise from their mats and walk with bulging eyes toward her, crouching naked and vulnerable before the stove. She looked up at Balloo with a pleading cowed look in her green eyes, but his gaze remained cold and totally without sympathy. This was his moment to shine in the eyes of his underlings and he was playing it for all it was worth, the power he held over her. He was cruelly sure of himself, and Julie felt her body rising involuntarily to a standing position before his hard unyielding stare, unable to resist his command.
The other men crowded around her, gaping with unadulterated admiration and desire at the full proud young white body being exhibited before them.
'Good titties,' Kubby chortled breathlessly. 'Good in the mouth!' He pulled his lips back from a toothy grin that frightened her. She could almost feel his bite on her nipples.
Enhar stood immobile, a crazy lustful grin on his face. It was all he could do to keep from reaching forward again and fondling the softness of her with his harsh callused hands as he had done before in the car, but one look at Balloo cut him short. He had felt his wrath earlier and that was enough to keep him restrained for awhile.
'Thees is good for all,' the bony Dawak gasped as his eyes followed the full, ripe contours of her curved hips to the soft silken down at the juncture of her hips and thighs.
But Balloo stood proud and defiant beside, reveling in the control he held over her and the others. It was the supreme moment of leadership for him, being able to play on and control their passions this way. He was confident and sure of his power, and as he stood there, almost smirking at them, a thoughtful contemptuous smile slowly crossed his lips. But it was short lived.
'Hey you,' Kubby suddenly said, careful not to smile the wrong kind of smile to infuriate the touchy leader. 'You geev now. She is good taught.'
Julie understood that Kubby was praising Balloo so that the leader could back down from breaking his word and save face doing so. She didn't know whether this sort of thing would work among men as primitive as this. Did their word mean anything? If Balloo had promised to give her to the others, did he have to do so? But Kubby was certainly trying to pry her away from Balloo in the very same way a white man might try to do it. Perhaps pride was as important among these savages as it was everywhere else in the world. Pride is evil, her father taught. Julie was beginning to think that it all depended how you looked at it. If Kubby's strategy were not successful, then Balloo's pride in his possession of her was her friend! But if Kubby was successful in reviving Balloo's pride in keeping his word as a leader, then his pride became Julie's enemy. If Balloo were a humble leader, then she would have no chance at all! In spite of the circumstances, Julie could not repress a smile as she thought of how proud her father was of his humility!
Balloo cast a forlorn glance over her body. He did not look her in the eye now, and it was clear to Julie that a leader's word was indeed very important among these people. She had to use all her will power to keep her legs from giving out from under her as she saw that Balloo was going to have to let them take her. She trembled, knowing she had no choice, and that if she didn't do as they commanded her, they would only force her. That would be a thousand times worse. No, it wouldn't help anything for her to show resistance. She had to retain an appearance of obedience to Balloo as an investment in the future. Besides, the men would very probably enjoy any resistance as adding spice to the game of conquering her. They were not stronger than Balloo, but they were stronger than she was, and they would love the opportunity to show their strength. No, fighting would just make matters worse, and she couldn't bear for this to go on for too long, whatever was going to happen. Yet she would have to bear up under it until the chance for escape came. There was nothing else in the world to help her now but her own will power, brains, and courage. She was alone. She didn't suppose her father would approve of her submission, but isn't that what a humble person would do? Humble or wise!
'Pretty, pretty pussy,' Kubby was leering. 'Let me feel the leetle pussy!' Julie automatically jumped back as his thick stubby hand reached out and began stroking the soft resilient pubic hair growing at the base of her white softly rounded belly.
'Be steel, son-of-a-bitch!' he commanded coldly. Balloo had completely withdrawn and left Kubby in charge, apparently. The cruel unyielding tone of the fattest savage's voice immobilized her, and she stood cringing next to where he was slumped down over his knees as he crouched. Her face crimsoned at the indignity of having to stand there unable to move as his harsh calloused fingers coursed around the secret protective parts of her exposed genitals. She could hear through tightly clenched senses, including her eyes, the snickers of the others in the hut as they watched her black tormentor taking indecent liberties with her white young body. She moaned softly in shame and humiliation as she suddenly felt the tip of a finger part the sparse brown pubic hair and push itself into the soft fleshy folds surrounding her cunt. It was still moist from the ravishment she had undergone in the car some hours ago, and she heard a slight gasp come from his lips as he felt her openness.
'Aaaahhhhh, I theenk it slide in like slurp easy,' he mummured as he worked his finger up and down the length of the narrow hairlined slit. 'My prick is slurp in there all night long.' Slurp was their word for mud-sliding into the river, a game they played.
Julie understood what he meant and felt the blood rising in her head until she thought her brain would burst from the pressure. Her face was beet red from the indignities being heaped upon her. Their demeanors were slowly changing from one of chortling amusement to slow smouldering desire.
Balloo sat on his mat, leaning on the wood table, his eyes gazing darkly around the hut as he watched the jubilant Kubby slowly working himself into a sexual frenzy that he knew was going to erupt into a volcano of rape within a matter of minutes. He wanted, for some reason he didn't understand, to rise at that moment and smash
