Chapter 8
Jack Henderson drained his drink and mopped his dark brow with a handkerchief. God, Central Africa was hot this time of year. Turning to the brown-skinned woman who decorated the bar stool next to him, he said, "Listen, Uhura, I'm trying to do you a favor. If I have to turn you over to my superiors, you'll end up telling them everything you know anyway. And I assure you, it'll hurt. You won't be the same woman afterwards. Now why don't you make it easy on yourself and give me the information that I want."
The woman stubbed her cigarette out in the ashtray on the bar and stared into the smoldering butt. The dim light of the hotel lounge threw deep and exotic shadows over the angular lines of her African face. Her full tits rose and fell as she came to a decision. At last she looked up at him, her soft brown eyes lidded half-way. "All right," she said deliberately. "I'll tell you what I know. On one condition. Fuck me. Then I'll talk."
At that instant, Jack thought about Maggie. But he forced the image into his subconscious. He had been on this assignment for months-certain that the man Uhura worked for was with the Chinese, but unable to get the proof that he needed. He was too close now to receiving the information which his government needed. Too close to let notions of personal loyalty stand in the way.
He sighed. "Let's go," he said softly. "My room's upstairs." Mentally, he shrugged. Dropping a bill onto the bar, he took her by the arm and led her toward the elevator. The coal-black boy at the desk merely nodded silently.
In his room, Uhura started to undress at once. "I knew you were on to me," she said as she unzipped the back of her tight-fitting cocktail dress. "And I knew it was just a matter of time. In a way, Fm glad. This was what I wanted all along." She peeled the sequined garment over her shoulders and stepped out of it To talk?" Jack asked. His eyes were traveling hungrily over her partially undressed body. It was a long time since he had a woman.
"No," she answered simply. "To have you fuck me." Her bra and panties were white satin, contrasting erotically with her dark brown skin. Her body was long and muscular. She looked as though part of the jungle was still in her.
Jack watched her peel the underpants from her loins, exposing a sprawling bush of coarse black cunthair and a shiny red slit which nestled in its midst. He thought he saw a black tribal tattoo on her hip, but he couldn't be sure. What a strange place Africa was. For all he knew, she might have been born in a grass hut.
His cock was starting to stiffen. Uhura was a beautiful woman. Her tits were big and round, overflowing the brief uplift cups of her bra. When she reached behind to unhook it, his prick twitched with desire.
Her tits cascaded away from her lithe and narrow chest as she dropped the brassiere to the floor. They were silky smooth, the color of rich milk chocolate. The huge round nipples which capped them were as black as carbon. Their centers rose turgidly before his frankly lustful gaze.
He tried to think of the assignment as he stepped quickly out of his pants. But for the moment the man in him was stronger than the agent in him. She was magnificent. And she was his for the taking. He undressed completely without once taking his eyes off her beautiful African body. Then he approached her, taking one short step at a time.
When he touched her shoulder with his hand, she melted into him. Her arms went around his neck and her lips fused hotly with his. He kissed her with passion, tasting the exotic spice of her mouth as his tongue slid over her lips. She sighed submissively when he lifted her into his arms.
He laid her naked body on the bed, his lips continuing to nibble hotly at her face. Her breathing was labored and regular. Her excitement was building. Like a sex-crazed she animal, she ran her hands uninhibitedly over his back and his arms. Her fingertips traced the lines of his muscles. Her palms caressed the smoothness of his skin.
He dipped his head to touch a hard black nipple with his tongue. Her body jumped as though stroked with a hotwire. He licked a delicate circle around it, bringing the turgid center to a throbbing peak of erection. Then he closed his lips and sucked it into his mouth.
The dark woman whined and threw her thighs wide apart. She writhed on the bed, pressing the soft globes of her boobs against his face. With his hands, he cupped one of them, kneading it with gentle erotic pressure. She uttered a lust-hungry grunt.
He trailed his tongue over the twin mounds of chocolate flesh, leaving glistening wet trails which connected one nipple to the other. He sucked each of the shiny nubbins in turn, sensing rise after rise in her level of excitement. Her breath was a wheezing whine. Her throat rasped huskily.
His fingers dove for her pussy. It was a long, wet, beefy red slash which shone bright against the dark background of her skin. It split the bottom half of her body like a knife-cut. When he touched it, she bucked up against him, muttering soft sweet obscenities in some primitive jungle tongue.
One finger plunged inside, sampling the boiling wetness of her cuntal interior. It was deep and roomy, swallowing him up in its drooling wetness. She could have taken an elephant's cock. He chewed softly on a nipple as his hand searched through the swamp of her loins. When he found her clit, she gurgled in contentment.
Her fingers were tangled in the hair of his head, pressing and tugging to move his lips across the hilly contours of her bosom. Her pelvis rocked back to tilt her cunt at him. He could feel the movement pulling its thick fleshy lips apart. He buried three fingers inside her, pulling them out again to smear her loins with bubbling cuntjuice. She was panting like a jungle beast in heat.
He rolled his hand over her clitoris, jabbing playfully at it with syrupy fingers. It was the size of a child's thumb, and completely erect. He could feel it standing away from the moist plane of her cunt, beggin to be touched and petted. Taking its shiny pink head between thumb and forefinger, he jerked it slowly up and down. She groaned with each movement of his hand.
His cock was swollen and distended, its dark skin almost purple with desire. Her hands were moving over it with tender fluttering motions. Each stroking touch of her fingers made it throb with sexual thirst. He humped his hips forward and back, screwing her hand with his drooling rod. She pulled vigorously, working its dark fleshy collar up and down over the head.
He crawled slowly into position over her, his chest pressing flat against the cushiony mounds of her tits. Her nipples felt like a pair of glowing embers, burning hotly into the skin of his breast. He rotated in place, stroking himself with the softness of her. Then he angled his loins toward her hairy vaginal plane.
The woman manipulated his penis, rubbing its head up and down in the wet gash of her cunt. He could feel her fluids bathing him. He could feel her cuntlips kissing at him. He moved his hips in a slow spiraling circle, dragging his balls over the soft brown skin of her inner thighs. The gentle friction of his sac against her flesh made a shishing sound. The room was filled with the music of sex.
At last she inserted the head of his prick in the dank crack of her pussy. They both remained motionless for an eternal fraction of a second. Then, hungrily, he sank into her. His rod swept slowly forward, the blunt knob at its end plowing smooth cuntwalls aside. He felt the thick and pliant lips of her snatch close in around him. And he felt the velvety tunnel of her cunt suck him deeper.
Its walls were a series of muscular rings which contracted around the shaft of his cock. They massaged him peristaltically, milking his prick as it drove inside, At last he was buried completely in her pussy. It was feverishly hot, pulsating and palpitating with a desire all its own. He ground his hair-covered pubis against her, letting the steamy warmth of her pussy soak into his dick. Then he drew slowly back.
Four inches of cock stood between them now, connecting their loins across the tepid air which flowed between their bodies. He continued drawing out until nothing more than his prickhead remained within her. Then he stopped. Contracting the muscles of his groin, he spoke to her with his twitching throbbing cock. She answered with a series of cuntal spasms which made him gasp in delighted surprise. Thrusting swiftly, he buried the length of his rod in her pussy again.
Her lithe muscular legs encircled his thighs, gluing her cunt to his groin as they bumped and rolled across the mattress. Her tits squashed flat against him, their swollen black peaks digging into his chest with tender insistence. His hands worked their way under her to cup her shining mahogany flanks. His fingers explored the crack which separated the two firm-flesh buttocks.
Controlling her movements with the pressure of his hands, he worked her pussy up and down the length of his prick. She was hissing and sizzling like a snake. Her eyes were tightly shut, her nostrils flared. Her lips were drawn back to expose two perfect rows of white teeth. As he fucked her, she traveled through time to join the primitive creatures from which she was descended.
Her entire body undulated with a rhythm as old as the race. She was fucking with everything-not just with her cunt. Her toes curled each time he scraped her cervix with the point of his prick. Her fingernails raked at his broad back whenever he pulled back as though to leave her. Their loins were in constant motion.
He could feel the heat of her inner vulva elevating as he fucked her closer to climax. She was shouting in her tribal language, filling the air with guttural clicking sounds made deep in her throat with her tongue. Her pussy was flowing like a torrid jungle mud pot. She arched her back up at him, suspending her waving buttocks six inches above the surface of the mattress. Her sexual tension was lifting them both. She was getting tighter. Tauter.
So was he. His cock swelled to even larger proportions inside her. Its burgeoning shaft spread the walls of her cunt. His balls were beginning to tingle, their churning action filling his vesicles with heated sperm. His cock throbbed once in preparation for the blast. And then it fired.
"Uhura," he moaned as the billowing river of semen flowed from his cock. He didn't have to say more. She could feel it coming.
"Me too," she whispered simply. He could feel her pussy throbbing as the spasms of powerful orgasm shook her body.
The heated juices of their simultaneous climax mingled in the depths of her honeyed pussy. They cast themselves adrift in the-shimmering ocean of it all, bobbing together in the waves of blistering fulfillment. He heard a sound like muffled tom-toms beating deep in the recesses of his brain--some racial memory which could not be suppressed.
For a fleeting instant, he remembered his assignment again, but thoughts of espionage and international intrigue quickly faded behind a screen of erotic stimulation. He soared like an eagle on the wonder of her body. He pumped a torrent of his scum into her pussy.
Long after the orgasm had ended they lay together, each enfolded in the sheltering arms of the other. Each was warmed by the others fevered afterglow. For a time they were lovers instead of pawns in a vast intra-global chess game. But all good things pass.
Jack thought again about his assignment. He had given her what she wanted. Now it was time for the payoff. Gently, he eased his body off hers to lie at her side. She stiffened slightly, and he knew she realized what was coming.
"That was fantastic, Uhura," he whispered softly. "But the cold war hasn't forgotten us." Almost sadly, he sat up on the edge of the bed.
The girl smiled wistfully. "You'll protect me, Jack?" she said softly. "Won't you."
There was a knock at the door.
Henderson sprang to where his clothing was piled in a rumpled heap on the floor and drew a short black pistol from the pocket of his pants. Approaching the door with caution, he said, "What is it?" He was still naked.
"For you a letter." It was the coal black boy from the desk.
"Thanks," Jack answered dryly. "Slip it under the door." It was just like an African to give service when it was least needed or desired. He watched the crisp white envelope slide in over the door saddle and shrugged.
He intended to leave it lying there until he finished questioning Uhura. But then he recognized Maggie's writing on the envelope.
Maggie lay naked on her bed. Her legs were spread as far apart as they would go. Her face was buried in the pillow. Beside her, Petey sat with a bowl of warm water and thick absorbent towel. Tenderly, he bathed the aching tissues of her anus.
Maggie was all bruised and sore down there. The membranes of her ass were torn and abused. The flesh of her buttocks was reddened and swollen. She tried not to think about the things which had been done to her, but the memories kept coming back.
After Tilden finished ass-fucking her, Sammy had taken a turn. His cock was not as thick as the sheriff's, and only half as long. But he used it brutally. He tore into her asshole repeatedly, jabbing its sensitive inner walls with his hard-on and not caring that he was making her bleed.
By the time he had finished with her, Luke was waiting in line. He too was cruel and animalistic. While he forcibly sodomized her, the others stood around making jokes.
All the while, she was hanging from the bolt in the wall. The handcuffs bit painfully into her wrists, drawing rivulets of blood. They ran down her arm to cake in streaks on her pale skin. Once and a while they put boxes under her feet so that she could take her weight off the manacles. But even when they did that, they placed them so far apart that her body felt as though it was splitting right there at the groin.
After a while, Tilden ordered his henchmen to turn her around so that he could stick his cock in her pussy. It began to look like they would keep on raping her forever. She lost track of the number of times a man's cock went off inside her that night. She stopped counting the number of prayers that she murmured for death to come and end her misery.
When they brought her home this morning to dump her out at her door, she was more dead than alive. It Petey hadn't been home, she might have cut her wrists and ended it all right there and then. But her brother was tender and loving, insisting on bathing and treating her wounded organs.
He kept blaming himself, and begging her to let him take her away from there. He said that he knew lots of places in Charleston where they could stay. But Maggie was adamant. She was certain that Jack would be home soon, and she wanted to be there when he arrived.
"Ooooooohhhhh," she moaned softly as Petey smoothed the moist hot towel over the lips of her tender swollen asshole.
"Did I hurt you?" he asked solicitously.
"No," she answered. "Brady Tilden did that. Just don't rub so hard."
"I'm sorry," he whispered, bending to kiss the little opening. "Is that better?"
"Hhhmmmmm," she sighed. The touch of his lips upon her was soothing. Comforting. She was beginning to feel better. Careful of her aching muscles, she rolled over to look at him. He was so young. He had so much ahead of him.
Petey stared at her battered nudity, a look of guilty sympathy in his eyes. She saw him wince at the black and blue marks which speckled her titties. When he touched them, it was to heal rather than to arouse.
But in spite of herself, Maggie felt her nipples growing rigid. After the vicious brutality to which she had been subjected, the tenderness of his touch was a turn-on. She felt her aching pussy warming. An involuntary groan of pleasure spewed from her throat.
Petey looked confused. As though he thought he recognized the sound but couldn't quite believe it. Dipping the towel into the bowl, he warmed it and wrung it out. Then he laid it lightly across the puff mound of her snatch. Maggie sighed again.
She could feel the warmth of the compress saturating deep into the flesh of her cunt. It soothed the aching muscles and relaxed her tense and burning tissues. It made her more sensitive, bringing all her nerve endings close to the surface of her skin. The slightest movement of his fingers stimulated her. Incredibly, she found desire returning to her loins.
Petey seemed to sense the change in her attitude. His touch on her pussy became less clinical and more affectionate. He was no longer patting the wounded area. He was petting it now. She felt her cuntlips flowering open for him. Her clit was stiff and erect.
"Fuck me easy," she whispered to her brother. "Show me how good it can feel."
Petey stood and placed the bowl of water on the floor. The wet towel was still draped over her twat. He quickly slipped out of his clothes and climbed onto the mattress next to her. Then he whisked the cloth away from her cunt.
She felt the sudden coolness of the air pass over her, making her swollen clit tremble. Reaching down, she passed her hand lightly over it. Then she pulled back her knees to spread the lips of her opening for him. She knew that Petey could see right inside of it. She watched his pubescent prick jump and twitch. It looked so hairless and clean compared to the sheriffs massive dong. Reaching for it, she held it in her fingers.
Petey allowed her to pull him into position between her contused thighs. His little cock was just a fraction of an inch away from her pussy. But he was hesitant. He was obviously afraid of hurting her again.
Lifting her buttocks up off the mattress, Maggie raised her cunt up at him. She was offering it for him to penetrate and play with. For him to make love to. For him to fuck. Tugging at his pecker, she pulled its head against her. Then, dropping her hands to their sides, she left him on his own.
For a moment, the youngster held back, posing obscenely between his naked sister's legs. Then he pushed himself gently forward. When his prick began spreading, the hair-covered flanges of her twat, she moaned softly. He froze to his place, not moving it in or pulling it out. After an instant, he pushed a little further. This time her whimper was of obvious pleasure.
"Yes," she sighed. "Yes, fuck me, sweet baby brother. I need you more than ever. Help me forget the things that happened."
Petey needed no further encouragement. Throwing himself forward, he buried the entire length of his prick in her pussy, rotating his hips slightly to screw it inside. She gasped at the sudden shock of it, and bit her lip to bring the pain under control. But as he moved his penis in and out, the pain faded rapidly. Her beaten pussy was suffused in the soft warmth of pleasure.
She remained motionless before him, allowing him to do all the work. She could feel his little cock sawing rhythmically in her snatch. Its skinny shaft bearely made contact with the membranes which the lawman's powerful prick had stretched so painfully. But it was a comfort just having him in there.
She could feel his hairless sex-hump nudging against her swollen clit, and she fought the desire to rotate her hips beneath him. If she didn't move, the pain in her legs was bearable. She sighed hoarsely as he fucked her to a plateau of shimmering pleasure.
Closing her eyes, she let the first wave of orgasm pass quiveringly over her. It came more as a relief than an ecstatic explosion. But it had a therapeutic effect. With each undulating rock of sexual climax, she felt her strength returning. When she was halfway into it, she felt like a woman again.
Just then her younger brother's prick began spurting. She felt him filling her with youthful sperm. She let it flow like a lotion through the injured convolutions of her twat. She wrapped her legs around his waist and fused against him. It felt good to be cumming with him. But she wished Jack was with her.