Chapter 11
SURPRISE
As that blunt, bull-prick forced its way to the hilt up my vagina again and again, I could feel his swarthy, hairy balls plopping against my labia and asshole. That's how enormous even this powerful brute's balls were. But instead of my vagina being dry with fear, I was surprised at the copious flow of warm woman secretion overflowing my hole.
That tremendous pistoning prick-head was beginning to give me a tickling feeling way up my uterus.
Suddenly I experienced a most formidable sensation. I was literally lifted up by a wave of happiness and delicious voluptuousness. I screamed in sheer ecstasy.
An eddy of fantastic enjoyment sprang up from my womb, my cunt and spread all over me in a carnal frenzy.
I remember I now embraced my humping aggressor passionately, uttering muffled cries as my clitoris seemed to have caught fire when his boiling sperm shot in torrid floods, filling my cunt, and overflowing down my legs.
Meanwhile I realized vaguely that the yacht was listing and that a violent blow made our bodies roll over on the carpet of the cabin.
But what I was feeling was so intense, so new, so deliriously thrilling, that I only half realized, as in a haze, that I was being seized in his arms and carried away by him, still numbed in a divine torpor.
I literally was overcome by ecstasy, not fear, and fainted.
When I came to, I was lying in a bed. Everything around me was white: the walls, the floor, the furniture.
Of course, I uttered the classical words:
"Where am I?"
A shape, also white, sort of wafted up to me. As it came near my bed, I saw it was a nurse.
She told me a few words in an unknown tongue, took my hand smiling and went away. I can't remember anything after that, until, some time later, the door was opened and two men came in.
One of them was wearing the classical white jacket of hospital doctors. The other had on a gray uniform with red and gold badges on the shoulders.
The doctor came up to me smiling and told me in excellent English: "I can see you're better." He felt my pulse.
"Perfect, quite normal," he said, "but I'd better examine you thoroughly."
He said a few words in a language I didn't know to his companion. The latter saluted, and went out.
The doctor threw back the bed cover and began a detailed examination of my naked body.
He felt my throat, my breasts and my stomach. He made me sit up, then told me to get up. -
I tried, but, as soon as I had put a foot on the floor, I had to cling to his arm.
"My head's swimming, doctor," I said.
He smiled.
"Of course, you're weak, very weak, but that's all. We'll fix that. I'm going to give you a very unpleasant diet: champagne, roast beef, eggs, fish, etc., and the recommendation to eat and drink as much as you can.
I laughed.
He went on:
"I can predict that in two or three days you'll feel like running and dancing, maybe even more," he winked.
I wondered if he had gone as far as to examine my semen-flooded pussy. Was that why he winked?
He went towards the door and called the officer, who came in, and they talked for a while.
Then he came back to me.
"In two or three days you'll be fit and you'll be able to leave this hospital, and then General Pasha Moolay Ahmed would like to see you in his office."
"Who is this general?"
"His Excellency, the Governor of the city of Haban," the doctor explained.
"Ah, I see. But, please, can you tell me where I am and what happened?"
"I'm a doctor, and I received the order to look after you as best I could. But, as for the rest, I was instructed not to answer your questions. However, I can tell you that for the last three days you've been in this hospital, which is the best in town."
"Does that mean I am a prisoner?" I asked.
"Not at all. I can assure you that, as soon as you're fit, you'll be entirely free. Meanwhile, try to get strong and fit as soon as you can, that's the important thing."
Having said those words, he left the room.
I was alone, and I thought hard.
Slowly, memory came back to me: Prince Ali, the guns, the bombed yacht, then suddenly a precise vision: the captain, the struggle, the rape and then "
Then: that immense wave of sensual pleasure which had lifted me up, this unusual joy I had felt for the first time.
So it was true: I, too, had known that climactic pleasure just like the other women I had at last become a normal woman, vibrating, capable of feeling voluptuousness. I owed the blunt, bull-prick of the captain an eternal debt. I, too, could now not only give pleasure to a man, but receive it from him.
I sat up in my bed, with my cheeks afire and I laughed out loud, a bit insanely.
I threw back the bed-sheets and contemplated my naked body, that body which had at last given me happiness, pleasure and voluptuousness.
I contemplated it for a long time, then I lay down and smiled happily. Coming with a man was a most wonderful thrill. Even if it took a fearsome rape to give it to me.
When I woke up, two women were at my bedside.
One was a nurse and the other a European.
In a somewhat faltering English, she told me:
"Good evening, how are you?"
"I've come to take your measurements."
"Whatever for?" I asked.
"To make you a tailor-made suit, something really smart."
I didn't realize at once, but then the little gray cells started working.
Of course, I thought to myself, my luggage and all my clothes had probably gone down with the yacht.
I got up, aided by the two women, and the seamstress took my measurements with a dexterity that showed she really knew her job.
Two days later, completely recovered, I left the hospital. I had received the promised tailor-made suit, which fitted me very nicely. I then followed the officer who was to take me to that General Pasha Moolay Aimed who wanted to see me.
A sleek black Mercedes bearing the arms of the Court of Haban, coursed through the city of Haban and stopped in front of the palace of the Governor.
I was ushered into a sumptuous office, where a man, aged but still far from impotent welcomed me warmly. He was dressed in the same uniform as the officer who had been with the doctor.
He was the famous General Pasha Moolay Ahmed, Governor and Chief of Police of Haban.
He got up from his seat at his desk and came up to me, and bowed.
He motioned me to sit down and spoke in a Cambridge accent:
"Madam, His Majesty Selim and I are really very sorry for all that has happened to you.
You boarded a yacht of our country in perfect confidence and you were submitted to ordeals that have made us ashamed.
In the name of the government, may I apologize for all the inconveniences you have experienced, and beg you to accept compensation for the loss of your luggage and personal belongings ? "
"Very kind of you, General," I answered, "and I'm not complaining for, after all I boarded that yacht of my own free will."
"We know that, ma'am, and also that you knew nothing about the plot that was being hatched."
"Certainly, about that I knew absolutely nothing."
"We believe you, ma'am, but it is our duty, as legal government of this country, to put right the wrongs inflicted on you by a prince of the Royal Family, although a rebel, with whom we never were in very good terms.
Apart from the settlements of the compensation in money for your lost baggage, we shall, if you would like us to do so, take you in a fast launch up to the nearest British port, that is, Aden.
There, you will find airplanes going in any direction you wish to go."
"Thank you, General, I accept your offer."
"Very well, ma'am."
I was still curious about many things.
"General, the doctor who treated me in the hospital refused to answer questions about how I was brought to the hospital. Could you answer that question, please?"
"I will. You remember you were on the rebel yacht as it was being gunned by our launches?"
"Perfectly."
"Well, at one time the white flag was hoisted on the yacht, so we ceased fire. Then a small boat, also bearing a white flag, was lowered from the yacht and you were escorted by a rebel sailor up to one of our launches which took you up."
"And how was I?"
"Unconscious."
"But in which state?"
He hesitated, for a second or two.
"You were completely naked, except for a blanket wrapping you."
"I see, thank you."
He was tactful enough to skip that point, but he added:
"As I was saying, you were unconscious, and we rushed you to the best hospital in town."
"May I ask you a few more questions."
"Certainly."
"The yacht, what happened to it?"
"It sank."
"How?"
"Thanks to the precise gunning from our launches, it was already close to sinking, but the captain scuttled it."
"That implies a certain courage," I remarked.
The General stood up very erect and, in a dry and cutting voice, said:
"Madam, a great European writer said: "one cannot be a hero against one's country."
I thought to myself: "touche," and did not pursue the point.
"One last question, please."
"Yes?"
"So the plot failed miserably, didn't it?"
"That is correct. The Royal Guard and three quarters of the army remained faithful to His Majesty."
An instinctive feminine curiosity made me ask the last question: "And Prince Ali?" The General didn't answer. I insisted.
"General, please be lenient. The prince.. . "
He interrupted me abruptly, and his eyes took on a hard expression.
"Madam, the Prince, was a rebel, guilty of an attempt against the safety of the State and besides, guilty of the crime of lese-majesty."
"Yes, but "
"Please, ma'am, don't insist." He paused, then explained:
"Prince Ali was shot at dawn yesterday."
This was a very regrettable price of news. With my new-found "come-capacity," the elegant, royal jazzing of Prince Ali was a thrill I was looking forward to in Monte Carlo, Paris, Capri. I would have jetted anywhere with the handsome Ali, and would have let him jet his spurting come into me anytime. Especially now, when the feel of his torrid semen in my twat would really turn me on.