Chapter 7
Suleen lay on her back, with her bottom raised several inches and her legs thrust through two of the separations in the huge bamboo gate at the front of the chamber. Her calves were dangling beyond the gate, with her knees over one of the horizontal supports, and the cheeks of her bottom were split wide apart by a thick, vertical stalk of bamboo.
Bill Landarr was hunched tight over Suleen's face, and he was grinding his wet, reddened cock deep into her throat at a pace that kept him panting without letup. Sweat was streaming off his face, and he was so intensely jacked-up that gobs of syrupy pre-come juices oozed out of his pee-hole and trickled down into Suleen's tummy every few seconds.
Landarr's wife Elaine was astraddle Suleen and facing the wide, high corridor beyond the gate. Her clitoris was a sore, bloated, raw-looking stalk of meat straining out from between the lips of her vulva; it was stiffer and fatter than ever before, and she was jerking and twisting it in Suleen's slit as furiously as she could while dragging her hair-lined twat lips against those of Suleen.
Elaine and Suleen were both so outrageously horny they were steadily gushing out heavy flows of cream. The smelly stuff made their sex action more and more sloshy and noisy, though most of it slopped over Suleen's ass-hole and poured down over her tummy.
Suleen's mother Rosalie and Kitty and Kitty's husband Mark Castaine were also managing to keep busy. In fact, they were exercising their genitals even harder than the other three captives in the chamber.
Rosalie was getting the hardest workout. She was on her hands and forearms, with her head toward the gate-at the opposite end from Suleen, Elaine, and Landarr-and Castaine was behind her sawing his long cock fast and deep up her messy red cunt hole. At the same time, Castaine had her buttocks peeled far apart and he was fucking both his middle fingers at top speed, back to back, into her rectum.
And Kitty was certainly getting her share too, all of it provided by Rosalie. Kitty lay supine before Rosalie, with her legs flung apart and thrown up and back, her feet caught securely under the same horizontal stalk of bamboo Suleen's legs were draped over. Rosalie was vacuum-pumping the juices from her achingly swollen, throbbing pussy while tonguing the raw glans of her clitoris, and she was also plunging and plunging a lone thumb into her shit hole.
Rosalie paused in her violent sucking and tonguing of Kitty's grossly overwrought meat, and she watched for a few moments, fascinated, as her madly pistoning thumb acquired a thicker and thicker coat of greasy brown. She began to make her thumbnail scrape viciously against the lining of Kitty's ass-hole, and her lips broke into an obscene leer at the sight of liquefied shit spraying up and splattering against her palm and the back of her hand.
Ooh, her cunt was so bursting hot she barely knew what she was doing. She felt sure she was behaving in an inexcusably dirty way, but ooh ... Her clitoris was twitching and burning, and her cunt kept juicing all over Castaine's big, pounding middle leg and all down the inner sides of her thighs.
A spurt of thick, hot cream actually fountained to the ground from the inner meat of her cunt-and just moments later she heard footsteps out in the corridor.
But it was Kitty who first saw Mbowe and two Uwele guards with spears at ready arrive before the gate. She had her head thrust all the way between two vertical stalks of bamboo; her head was hanging down, its back against the face of the drop-off just outside the gate, so her view of the three natives was upside-down. Her face was deep-red and she was grunting loud and hard. She was so close to achieving her come that at first she could only smile, in a sickly way, at the three; but a shout from Mbowe sent a shudder through her whole body and made her fight to get her head back between the bamboo stalks.
"Guards say all of you stop now!" is what Mbowe shouted. "They say daughter of Bwana Hammersmith must come! Chiefs orders!"
Bwana Hammersmith's daughter groaned in ecstasy around Landarr's pounding cock as Elaine went right on giving her a fierce cunt-to-cunt frigging. Mbowe had meant something else by the word come, but ... but
"Now, all of you! Stop!" Mbowe shouted, louder. "Don't you hear?"
Hammersmith was still in pain from the lash of the Uwele chief's whip across his back when the two extra guards and Mbowe and Suleen came in through the tunnel at the other side of the domed, circular chamber. He felt a stirring of desire at the sight of his daughter in the raw as she was marched closer and closer. More than desire, though-which, anyway, he did his best to ignore-he felt fear. Wasn't it all over after all? Hadn't he earned freedom for himself and his family and the others? He looked sharply up at Suleen's face, and he saw a touch of embarrassment and a great deal of alarm. My God, he thought, is that bastard of a chief going to put her through something terrible to get back at me?
He turned his head and glanced up at the one giant "savage" who was guarding him; he had to check if there was any chance of his being able to get away from the guard and somehow...somehow...grab Suleen by the hand and flee with her to safety. But he saw that it was hopeless; the guard's eyes hadn't moved from him, and he still had that vicious-looking spear of his pointed straight at him.
Oh, Jesus, no...no...the bastard can't do anything to my baby . . .
Hammersmith was on the ground with his legs folded under him at one side of the chief's chair. After the chief had given him a lash across the back, he had consoled his brutally deflowered daughter for a minute or two and then sent her out of the chamber; and Hammersmith had been made to move to where he was and get down and wait and wonder while nursing his pain.
Then two new guards had come out of the same corridor that little Taniwi had disappeared into, and the chief had ordered them to go off somewhere with Mbowe. Hammersmith hadn't known what mission they had been given, but he'd been very afraid ...
And now has fear had proved far from groundless.
The chief stood up and approached Suleen, and the two new guards stepped a few feet away and stood at attention. Mbowe stayed beside Suleen, and he and she both watched as the chief suddenly stripped off his leather crotch piece and tossed it behind himself onto his chair seat.
Hammersmith' watched too, and he felt sick. His view of the chief's long, cocoa-brown penis dangling between his thighs-oh, no, no, the black bastard's going to ravage my poor baby. He's going to fuck that savage cock of his right up her and-ohhh ...
The chief licked his lips as he ran his eyes all over Suleen's tender adolescent body, then he faced Mbowe and spoke with him for several moments.
Mbowe turned to Suleen and said, "Chief say get down on knees. You got to lick and suck the end of his thing, or he say will hurt you bad. You got to do everything he want."
Watching Suleen tremble like a cornered little animals as she moved to obey, the chief took hold of his thick foreskin with the thumbs and first two fingers of both his hands. He drew the heavy folds of flesh out tight away from his glans, forming a hollow cylinder that extended almost two inches from the dp of his dick.
Suleen cast a pitiful glance at her father, but she saw in his eyes that there was no hope. She moved her lips toward the opening of the cylinder of skin in front of the chief's limp organ, and she whimpered. Closing her eyes, she got her tongue sloppy-wet with her saliva and then pushed it on into the cylinder.
"You goddamn, bastard ape!" Hammersmith shouted at the chief. But all he got for his trouble was a prick in the upper arm from the tip of his guard's spear.
The chief groaned. He felt his cock beginning to swell up. Suleen's tongue tip had reached his pee-hole and tickled it for a moment, and now she was slowly licking all over his bulb, even into the circular crevice where the flared ring of his corona was straining outward against his foreskin.
Suleen licked and licked, wetting more and more of her saliva onto the puffy, rounded bulge of meat. Tears of shame were trickling down her cheeks, but she gave no more thought to getting out of the fix she was in. She used her tongue on the chief's glans exactly as she supposed he wanted it used.
Hammersmith gasped at the sight of the chiefs cock growing erect. The spongy brown tube had been a long one even before Suleen had begun giving its head a work-over with her tongue, but by now it was so long it was inhuman. The thing looked fit to kill a cow! It was more than a foot long-and even that wasn't the worst of it. Hammersmith shuddered with horror: the monster prod was over three inches thick! God, the chief was so well hung it was obscene. That ugly meat log would turn Suleen's tender little pussy into jelly!
The chief was grunting and panting with complete abandon. He released his foreskin and slammed his hands against the back of Suleen's head, and suddenly he punched his glans into her mouth.
Hammersmith let out a yelp as if he were experiencing the shock and the hurt his daughter was suffering. He saw her eyes shoot unbelievably wide open, and he saw sweat burst out ah over her face and stream down her neck as if her head had just been thrust into an oven. Oh, that wild man of a chief was ruining Hammersmith's poor baby! He'd leave her lips all misshapen and droopy when he was through fucking her head.
Suleen tried to look up at the chief and plead with her eyes. The circle of her lips was stretched beyond bearing. She could feel blood trickling down from one side of her mouth, and she knew she was about to smother or choke or something even worse.
"Aaah," the chief grunted, and thrust hard with his midsection, plunging his glans to the back of Suleen's mouth and down her throat
Suleen was forced to curl up and tip her head slightly forward. She felt the chiefs balls jammed against her chin and she felt his pubic hair scratching her bloodless lips. By far the most horrible thing she was feeling, though, was the extreme pressure exerted by the chiefs dick head against the walls of her throat.
He was going to drive her mad, plugged into her as he was. He was going-oh, no! Oh, no! Oh ...
But it was yes: the chief began to withdraw, and then back in ... and out ... fucking and fucking her head
He pistoned his bull's cock faster and faster into her, till its painfully tight skin turned brownish-red the ruthless engine was so deep in heat.
And then all of a sudden he pulled all the way out, and the action was so unexpected by Suleen that her lips snapped together and her teeth whacked against each other fast enough to hurt her gums and make her head spin.
The chief threw her down on her back on the mat of dry grass, and he dropped on top of her and immediately lodged his glans against the center of her split And it was jaaab, with all his strength put behind his cock.
The throbbing shaft tore all the way up her, sending her butt skidding over the grass as a fire seemed to start in her bear-hugging pussy. She screamed and screamed. He had skinned alive the tissues and membranes inside her-or so she felt-and her little twat hole was about to burst apart and spill her entrails out between her legs.
She struggled violently, jerking her legs and heaving her torso with the fierce, mindless savagery of a wounded animal. But it was no use; the chief was plugged in all the way and had her staked where she was far too securely for her to have any chance of escape.
The chief started his fucking of her cunt hole with a slow, accelerating rhythm of shallow strokes; but before long he was pile-driving his meat up her at a dizzying speed, and his strokes grew longer and longer.
Oh, shit. Oh, fuck. She wasn't wet enough. She wasn't near wet enough. It burned so bad. She was so raw up in her little hole. Ooh, shit, shit, shit, it was agony. He was fucking her to a frazzle.
She felt the organs' in her abdomen being batted all over the place, he kept going so deep up her vagina. Even her bowels were getting a workout that made her want to-ooh, she wanted to go to the bathroom. She had to go . .. oh, so bad ... so bad ...
"You're fucking my baby out of her head, you bastard!" Hammersmith screamed, his voice oddly high pitched. "Are you mad? Are you trying to kill her?"
Ooh, no, Suleen could feel a little bit pushing out of her ass-hole and squishing into the grass under her rubbery little cheeks. This was so indecent and so humiliating ... and it hurt ... it hurt ...
The chief growled like a maniac and dribbled steadily from the corners of his mouth.
And suddenly he started coming, his sperm blasting out so furiously his cock jetted out of Suleen's twat and he flopped off her and twitched Tike a fish. He kept coming for long, long seconds, splatting his hot white juices all over Suleen's tummy and her little titties and her face.
Hammersmith's mouth fell open as he gaped at his daughter's vulva. He felt a desire for vengeance so strong it made him dizzy. God in heaven, those tender little folds of flesh of hers looked as if a wolverine had been gnawing on them for an hour or so.
Poor little baby. But at least it was over now, thank heaven.-
Or was it?