Chapter 8
It was far from over. As soon as the chief had relaxed long enough to regain his strength, he got up and sent one of the new guards off on some errand and then resumed his seat. When the guard returned, shortly, with an old, very fat woman whose bearing and look of solemnity convinced Hammersmith she was of more than a little importance, Hammersmith came to the conclusion that the violation of his daughter was probably going to start up again.
The old woman's hair was short and gray, and it was so stringy it looked as if it had never been combed or brushed. Her face was as puffy as her barrel of a torso was fat; it was painted, apparently at random, with streaks and splotches of many colors. Her overall appearance struck Hammersmith as ludicrous; but she sure wasn't smiling, and Hammersmith had little doubt she didn't look ludicrous to the Uwele.
She was wearing a single, colorful outer garment tha was so flowing it billowed around her when she moved Hammersmith might have drawn some hope from the fact that at least she wasn't wearing only a small leather crotch piece like all the other Uwele he'd seen, but the fact that she was carrying a leather bag made him worry instead. That bag brought back to his mind the medical-type bag Castaine had had in his and his wife's tent; and he didn't like the idea of his daughter's being forced to serve as a sexual guinea pig for a bunch o savages.
And, sure enough, the woman went straight t Suleen and got down on her calves between Suleen' splayed, upraised legs and then set her bag down an unbuttoned it and started rummaging around inside it.
The woman talked with the chief for a moment an then with Mbowe for a longer time.
When she was finished she went back to her bag, an Mbowe told Suleen, "Doctor lady going to get you ready for something. Chief say you better let her d everything she supposed to do."
Doctor lady! That was it, Hammersmith thought: th fat old woman was a lady witch doctor!
Suleen still lay just as the chief had left her, except that she had slipped her hands down to her crotch an was gently stroking the lips of her pussy and the inflamed tissues inside her slit to soothe them. She w still dazed-and still terribly sore-because of the vicious fucking the Uwele chief had subjected her to her mind was so unclear, in fact, that she'd had trouble following what Mbowe had just told her. "This lady's doctor ... you said?" she mumbled, and looked hopefully up at the woman.
Oh, my poor baby, Hammersmith thought. She must think the fat old hag's going to rub some salve or something into her cunt. Hammersmith was certain the woman hadn't been summoned on a mission of mercy.
"Yes," Mbowe answered Suleen's question. "You got to move your hands now. She going to get you ready for something."
"Ready for something? What?"
"Chief say going to be a big surprise. You got to wait. Doctor lady get you ready."
Suleen drew her hands away from her vulva. It was no use trying to figure out how these Africans' minds worked, especially when she hardly felt up to thinking at all. She only hoped the doctor would do something for her soreness.
The fat woman finally drew out of her leather bag a small cellophane packet of fine reddish-brown powder and a short, thick straw that was tapered slightly to form a small funnel. She spread Suleen's pussy lips farther apart and then focused on the wet, reddened glans of her clitoris and worked the narrower end of the straw around it.
"What are you doooing?" Suleen moaned, and flushed a little because of the nastiness of the woman's action.
The woman would have paid no attention to Suleen's question even if she had understood it. As soon as she had the straw's tip ringing the glans of Suleen's clitoris, she opened the small cellophane packet and quickly poured a bit of the fine powder into the straw.
"Ooh, what's that stuff?" Suleen squealed. "It stings."
The woman sealed the packet back up and put it aside, and she began very slowly and smoothly working more and more of the straw down around Suleen's clitoris. She also twisted the straw this way and that in a circular fashion to do a better job of massaging the powder into Suleen's clitoris.
"Oh, shit, what is that stuff?" Suleen squealed, her voice even louder. "Ooh ... ooh-boy! It stings! It stings!"
"Stuff to make you burn and itch there," Mbowe told her. "Make you want to fuck like crazy."
"No, no, I don't like it! It's too strong!"
Suleen began to squirm, prompting the old woman to speak to the nearest guard for a moment and have him get into a squat and hold her shoulders down.
The woman was manipulating the straw with more vigor now. She was spinning it several times a second, and she had worked it down till Suleen's clitoris was throttled almost to its root.
Hammersmith's eyes were boring into the slimy red tissues surrounding the stuffed end of the straw. He swallowed hard as he felt his loins beginning to tingle. Without even thinking about it, he slipped one hand into his lap and grasped the head of his cock and began to knead it.
He could make out cream beginning to flow from his daughter's slit. Oh, Jesus, he thought. Oh, this is no good. It's wrong.
Something was happening. Oh, it was happening.
Oh, no, I shouldn't, Suleen thought. I'm creaming , . . creaming ... Oh, I shouldn't. I shouldn't do this.
The woman was really giving it to her now, really twisting and pistoning the straw about her clitoris.
But suddenly the woman stilled her hand and did something completely unexpected-by Suleen and by Hammersmith, at least. Still keeping hold of the straw, she hefted herself around till she was straddling Suleen's face. Then she settled right down, planting her loins smack on top of the lower part of Suleen's face, and she squirmed there for a moment or two till she was satisfied with her position.
Almost immediately Hammersmith heard a muffled slurping sound coming from under the billowing garment that was completely covering Suleen's head, and he began working away at his cock much more energetically.
The woman resumed forcing the end of the straw up and down Suleen's clitoris at a rapid pace. Before long her hand appeared to be a blur, and then Suleen started pumping her midsection against the mat of dry grass.
"Oh, Jesus," Hammersmith grunted softly, already feverishly horny. "I should do something to stop this shit. I shouldn't let her get away with shaming my baby so bad." But he was almost senseless with rut-and it was so incredibly exciting to watch ...
Just a little more. He would let it go on for just a little more.
Watching more intently than ever, he saw the first of dozens of little spurts of pee issue from his daughter's tiny urethra and trickle down from between the fragile red meat slices between her pussy's outer lips and drip steadily to the grass from her ass-hole. The poor baby was jacked-up so strongly she was losing control of her bladder.
All of a sudden the fat woman whipped the straw off Suleen's clitoris and tossed it aside.
Hammersmith gasped. Never before had he seen an organ in such an excited state as his daughter's clitoris was in now. The bulge of raw sensitivity looked like a large Mexican red pepper. It was drenched with juices, and it was twitching continually. The thing was incredibly gross looking, and it made him squeeze the outrageously swollen head of his pud and drag and drag his foreskin violently over it.
And then-ooh, Suleen really started losing control and blasting out a hot yellow stream of pee. She felt the warmth of the fat old woman's face directly above her loins, and she strained to get her legs wider apart. She felt the woman's breath blowing into her slit and-ooh, shit. . .
She couldn't stand to be so horny! She moaned and moaned, and her tongue flashed and flashed between the folds of the big, gushy twat pushing into her mouth. It was too strong! Too much! She had to come or she'd faint!
She felt the woman's lips touch down on her vulva, and immediately the woman's tongue slithered in and its tip probed at the mouth of her vagina. And then the tongue plunged right on in to the depths of the quaking passage and began fucking.
The gross, sloppy-wet tongue action caused Suleen to buck fitfully and jerk her midsection from side to side as she groaned deliriously up into the fat woman's twat.
She choked down a cry of ecstasy and ground her butt against the grass, and she felt her tummy muscles fluttering at a fever pitch as that mad tongue plunged and plunged into her pussy hole.
Already she felt as if she were sitting in a small, sticky pool, she had creamed so much, when suddenly the woman pulled her tongue out of her hole. Far from ceasing to jack her up any further, though, the woman licked up through Suleen's slit and began attacking her clitoris. She tongued that aching mass of nerves so frenziedly Suleen felt she was trying to drive her crazy.
Suleen groaned with an ecstasy that was almost like pain, and she groaned even louder into the woman's cunt when the woman took her clitoris tightly between her teeth and began jabbing and jabbing at its glans with the tip of her tongue. The woman was grinding her teeth into the hard, bloated sprout, and she was lashing the skin off the glans!
Still hard at Suleen's clitoris, the woman wedged her hands under Suleen's thighs and pulled them up and back. Suleen's bottom was thus brought into her view and made easily accessible, and the woman quickly proceeded to invade the new territory. She continued her chewing of Suleen's clitoris and lashing of its glans for only another moment or two, then-
Aah . .. Suleen felt the woman's tongue pass over her perineum and sink right to her anus, and she gave out a sharp little gasp in response to the surprising and terribly exciting move. More cream gushed from her swollen red pussy meat and slopped over the woman's chin and down into the grass. God, it was making
Suleen's toes curl and her scalp tingle! What kind of wild, crazy fiend was the woman?
Suleen's back curled up, raising her ass. She strained to jam her anus hard against the woman's pushing tongue.
With a burst of pressure, the woman suddenly breached the tiny aperture and screwed her tongue on into Suleen's shit hole. She worked her tongue in there energetically, but only for a short time. She hcked rapidly all over the greasy walls from full depth right back to just inside the strong adolescent sphincter.
And then presently the fat woman extracted her tongue and went back to giving Suleen's pussy a workout. She sucked for long minutes, licking deep into the juicy folds of flesh, making Suleen squeeze her eyes shut under the woman's garment and strain up harder than ever.
"Oh! Oh! Oh, Jesus!" Hammersmith gasped sharply, still looking on. A blast of white, ropy come-and another, and then more and more-tore up through his urethra and went hosing toward Suleen and the fat old woman.
Suleen strained up still harder, wanting that delicious tongue to get into every nook and cranny of her cunt. She moved her hands up and jammed them down on top of the woman's head to force her into an even more thorough-going contact.
Suleen's heart was beating at a frantic rate as she bucked and writhed against that, furious sucking and licking. Lubricating juices were literally streaming from her genitals, she was so inordinately raunchy. Her mind was going to snap. God in heaven, how could she stand it for even another second? It was impossible!
Oh, shit! It's happening! She bit solidly into the entire bulge of the woman's cunt and gnawed on it in a mindless frenzy. I'm coming! I'm coming!
She blacked out for several moments due to the intense jolts of ecstasy knifing through her little pussy. And while she was out, the woman dismounted her face and turned her over.
The violations of the most private entrances of Suleen's body were far from over. The woman had had a reason for briefly screwing Suleen's rectum with her tongue, and now she quickly proceeded to make that reason clear.
She retrieved the small cellophane packet she had put aside, and she reopened the packet as she moved around to Suleen's side and squatted down. After spreading Suleen's buttocks with one hand, she felt over her anus and then pursed it up between two fingers and poured some of the fine reddish-brown powder into the center of the little elastic pucker.
Hammersmith hadn't stopped watching, and neither had he stopped exercising his middle leg. He was growing so horny again that he didn't hear Mbowe and the chief briefly converse or see them exchange smiles, and he didn't even notice when Mbowe was sent off in the company of two of the guards.
The fat old lady "witch doctor", as Hammersmith thought of her, once again set the cellophane packet aside. With the tip of one middle finger she massaged the bit of fine powder into the moist flesh of Suleen's anus, and then quite suddenly she screwed the finger in to the hilt into Suleen's rectum.
The action brought Suleen fully round and made her groan with shocked delight. What delighted her even more, though, was the woman's immediate start of a rapid-fire act of finger-bunging. She squealed with abandon and began squirming without letup on the dry grass as shivers of pleasure rippled throughout her body, and in moments she began to pant and to sweat profusely.
The woman fed that lone finger to her ass-hole with thorough, unrestrained thrusts that reached deep into her bowels. The sight was so exciting, and the way she was responding was so thorough-going and full of lust, that Hammersmith felt the bulb of his pud swelling almost to the bursting point. He squeezed his ramrod tube of meat about its corona and wanked and wanked away at it like a man possessed.
He was so preoccupied by what he was doing and what he was watching that he certainly didn't see, out of the corner of his eye, the hairy, wild-looking throwback of a man being brought on all fours into the chamber from the corridor off to his left.
The immensely powerful-looking creature appeared to be less than human. He looked stronger than any human being had a right to be; and what was visible of his face looked more like that of a gorilla than that of any man-likely to be encountered this side of a nightmare. Even his eyes seemed like those of a beast rather than of a man. They were cold, unyielding eyes, reflecting only mindless determination. The creature cared only about satisfying his basic urges.
He was human, of course, though his outfit seemed intended to hide any evidence of the fact. The outfit was the pelt of a huge black panther. It was so black it looked almost blue; and it was brushed to a brilliant sheen. The outfit was so striking that it alone attracted Hammersmith's notice soon enough.
The nightmare creature went straight for Suleen the moment he got a clear whiff of her musk. His nostrils flared and his unblinking yellowish eyes focused on the gripping pucker riding and riding the pudgy middle finger still violating her ass-hole.
A wide, heavy silver collar was around the man's massive neck, and a six-foot length of thin rope was attached at the top of the collar. The dribbling brute was so anxious to get to Suleen and start in having his fun that he all but dragged the guard in charge of him along behind him.