the air greedily filling her tortured lungs with welcome relief. Hands on her now relaxed hips pulled them powerfully up off the bed, another hand staying hard behind her neck to keep her tits and face pressed harshly down into the mat. By the time she fully recovered her breath, her asscheeks were waving high off the bed behind, and she made a momentary and fruitless lurch forward to flatten them again. The hand pushed her face tight back into the mat, cutting off her breath as before.
She relaxed and ceased her struggles. She knew she would eventually give in the end, anyway. There was nothing left now but horrible humiliating submission to their every obscene desire. Her body was a helpless toy to be used as they wanted in their animalistic quest for satisfaction, satisfaction that would only cease when they had exploded their hot liquid desire deep inside her soft and resilient body that was now beyond all resistance and care. She listened, suddenly hearing a noise that she prayed would be some kind of rescue. Perhaps Balloo had changed his mind! She listened carefully, but it was only Balloo… snoring!
CHAPTER THREE
There was a general, palpable pause in the whole room when the snoring began, then everyone relaxed. Kneeling behind her, Kubby gazed down at the full white moons of her ass stretched up in sacrificial offering to him, with eyes bulging wide in hot uncontrolled desire. Gods of the feathered spirits! He had never seen anything like it. His black balls tingled and ached, and he longed to thrust forward into the narrow teasing slit swinging into the air before him right now without further hesitation. But he couldn't. He had waited too many hours to get her like this, helpless and kneeling like a slave in front of him. He had to get the most from it.
The black savage held himself back, purposely torturing himself for the moment in anticipation of when he would thrust forward and slide his throbbing black blood-swollen cock deep between the full white moons of her proud little ass with its white God swaying gently and defeated before him. She was an arrogant little bitch, molesting the ways of his people just like her father. He wanted to break her more than anything else in the world. He wanted to feel her squirming beneath him, needing him as much as he needed her. That would be the ultimate conquest, a proud white bitch that was repulsed and horrified with the thought of a heathen, her father called it, black cock fucking into her, suddenly turning animal and losing all control over herself, forgetting who she was, where she was, and all but the overpowering need to be fucked until she couldn't move again. The thought raced through his loins like an electric shock.
His animal cunning burned within him like a sacrificial fire. For a few torturing moments he ground his long thick cock around in the narrow white crack of her ass, pressing the soft quivering cheeks of flesh together around it to enclose it like the fitting of a warm fur-lined glove such as the one a man used on a hunting party. He leaned forward and planted a warm wet kiss with his thick rubbery lips along the standing ridges of her spine, feeling her quivering beneath him. She groaned slightly as her body shook and trembled from the moist contact at her loins and back.
Then he backed off slightly, running his long pink tongue slowly and wetly down the full length of her back until he reached the tightly clenched crack of her ass swaying gently high off the ground. Her shoulders were still held hard down against the mat by the leering Dawak and Enhar.
Kubby dropped his hands to the full rounded asscheeks, placing his thumbs on either side of the soft resilient cheeks and pressed out gently. He knew this was the time for patience. She had passed the first stage of physical submission by violence and now the conquest of her mind and spirit must be done by softness of touch. The unexpected change from pain and brutality to one of tenderness and caressing of her private genitals should, in spite of her resistance, catch her off guard. She had geared her mind to the fighting of the pain and humiliation, but not softness and pleasure. She was not prepared for it.
Her asscheeks clenched together against the pressure he was exerting with his thumbs, and he eased off slightly still keeping up a constant easy tension for a seeming thousand seconds until the straining muscles of her inner thighs slowly tired and relaxed bit by bit. His face was crouched on the same level with the thin red folds of flesh that covered her cunt, and as he watched, eyes gleaming, they slowly parted before the almost imperceptible outward pressure of his thumbs. He could see a slight moisture forming and glistening on the soft insides of her thighs, as with the easing of the pain and the fatigue of resistance, she let her backside slip wider and wider apart.
He moved his face forward, careful not to move too suddenly or harshly and alarm the sudden trust building inside her from the gentle touch he was subjecting her body to now. His face was a scant few inches from the soft brown pubic hair covering the tender resilient flanges of her cunt, and the odor was one of sweetness that drifted incitingly to his flaring nostrils. He swallowed deeply as his thumbs pressured outward and her secret cavern flowered lewdly open to his frozen gaze until suddenly it was completely and hungeringly open and the soft inner flesh came into tantalizing view. It was pink and smooth and a slight moisture from her secretions was visible, glistening and wet on the soft inner flesh of her thighs.
Kubby breathed hard and blew softly into her. She squirmed and he could hear a faint groan slipping from beneath her now open lips. She tried to move slightly, but the pressure of the other two savages' hands held her tightly in place. She was becoming quiet now, and her movements were not one of escape or fear but of reflex from the torturing touch of his hands and breath against the softness of her secret genitals.
Julie Davenport tried to still a rising moan she could feel building deep, deep inside her throat. The sudden lessening of the pain had done something to her, something frightening. It had been like the release of a great weight pressing down on her, and the unbelievable relief that follows the sudden lifting of such a burden.
She signed and let her muscles that had been so keyed against the torture relax into a loose tranquillity that increased a thousand fold by the sudden absence of pain.
Unfortunately, now there was something else, something had replaced the harsh feelings that had rained down on her helpless form through her frightened nerves a few moments ago. It was soft and feather-like, except that it was wet, wet and warm, and was making strange magical circles along the length of her naked and unprotected back. She shivered slightly as it worked its way slowly down to the rounded moons of her ass widely exposed behind her.
There was a pressure from somewhere, and she felt a cool rush of air race between the full spreading globes as the pressure increased in intensity. She clenched them tightly together in automatic rejection to the strange unknown probe. The pressure remained, gentle, and lingered as her dazed mind puzzled over it. Where was she? Who was she? What were the light tiny animals running over her sensitive white flesh, caressing her kneeling body as though they were human things except smaller and a thousand times more gentle… gentle as rain drops.
'Mmmmmnnnn!' she sighed, and her ass relaxed in a great feeling of warmth and peace as suddenly her whole ass felt open and wet as it had never felt before with the ever constant pressure pushing outwards again. Julie did not resist, and another long low mewl escaped from her lips as she let herself be pulled open wide by the magic beings playing upon her. She tried to move her shoulders, but they were locked tightly to the mat by harsh hands whose touch she no longer recognized. She could no longer think at all, but it did not matter, the hands were no longer hurting her. There was no longer the excruciating pain that had covered and permeated her entire body a few short seconds ago. There was only the light rising sensation of floating, floating on a soft gentle fleece-puffed cloud whose very warmth belied the presence of danger.
Kubby, kneeling behind her with his thumbs holding the crack of her ass wide, grinned an obscene grin. He could feel the thoughts running through her body and knew he had won his short patient battle as the cheeks of her ass slowly relaxed in front of his excited face. He pried them wide, wide apart until all of her crotch stood open and unprotected before him, his for the taking.
His head raised slowly and he pressed his face forward, pushing open his mouth hard against the wetness of her hungering cuntal slit. She squirmed slightly and he tightened his hands on her asscheeks so that she couldn't slip away, and with one quick rush of his thick wet tongue, he thrust it lewdly forward between the warm fleshy folds of her cunt.
Kubby heard the white girl gasp from the sudden unexpected entry into her soft wet hole, and a surprised sigh smothered itself into the rushes of the mat. She had jerked forward with the first hot teasing contact in an involuntary spasm of delight but quickly screwed her ass back hard against his face. Her cuntal hole contracted, opening and closing tightly around the long smooth length of his tongue sunk deep inside her. Her breath exploded
