Unknown - The missionary_s daughter

It seemed she was not alone in this desire. Balloo said something to the black woman, and she changed the direction in which they were walking, leading them to another hut in the trees behind the palace. While they walked, Julie managed to ask Balloo who the woman was. Her name was Kinche and she was one of the king's favorites, bestowed upon them for today and tonight in return for their services. It was a very great service to be present in ridding the area of her father and influence of the feathered spirits, Julie was assured of nothing. She couldn't. All she could hope that her father would take her home and not relocate elsewhere. She didn't want to stay in Senegal anymore than the people there wanted her to stay!

Kinche quickly unrolled mats for everyone. Just the sight of the rush mat on the ground was enough to make Julie's legs almost buckle under her and to make her eyes close while still standing up. Balloo saw that she was tired and he told her to go to sleep. For a moment she looked at him not just in gratitude but with strange feelings that she had never felt before. She was jealous of this Kinche! It was incredible, but she found herself beseeching the muscular Balloo silently with her eyes to remain faithful to her, Julie! Recognizing the idiocy in her own heart, Julie turned toward the mat he had indicated was for her and threw herself down on it, keeping her face against the grass wall of the hut.

When she awoke, she didn't feel slept out but still tired. Yet there were strange noises going on and she couldn't keep from rolling over to see what was happening. The fat Enhar, half-crazed with frustration, eyes bulging from uncontrolled animal lust, was pulling the beautiful willowy body of Kinche up to himself and slamming his large thick rubbery lips on hers. The rest of the men were sitting around chortling or just grinning, but obviously enjoying the lovely woman's struggles with the brutish Enhar. Julie's instinct made her want to cry out and help the girl but she was helpless and knew it. Her mind would not really work and she lay frozen, green eyes agape at the terrible spectacle transpiring before her horror-stricken face. Perhaps the men in this society were in no need of the God of the feathered spirits, Julie thought, but the women apparently were!

Everything Enhar did, he did with savagery and brutality, it seemed to Julie. Already Kinche's body was half limp, and the white onlooker watched in stunned horror as the crazed Enhar, frothing at the mouth from his passion, began brutally tearing at Kinche's clothing. The now half-insensible girl did not stand a chance as Enhar grabbed her robe and pulled it violently over her head and off so that her full black titties fell free from their modesty and quivered nakedly in the air. The now naked woman tried to rise but he mashed her back onto the floor again, half on the mat and half on the ground. Here there was no polished wood for a floor. Kinche was completely naked and helpless before Enhar's brutal attack. She looked almost lifeless. There was no resistance left, but the pent-up passion of the fat Enhar roared on. He rolled her to her stomach flat on the ground and muttering vague and unintelligible obscenities, headed and tore at the soft yielding flesh of her ass, her back, and her thighs, with an insane intensity that brought tears to Julie's gaping eyes.

Suddenly, with a savage jerk of her shoulder, Enhar rolled her over again back onto the mat on her back and forced her legs brutally apart. He kneeled up for a moment between her full dark coffee-colored thighs, dropping his pants to his knees with a quick movement of his hand, and then fell forward, crushing her dark lovely body with an animal-like grunt hard down onto the floor.

Their feet were facing Julie not more than three feet away, and her stunned emerald eyes were centered on the wide split crack of the helpless woman's cunt, the smooth blood-pinkened flesh of the stretched opening presenting a quivering and unimpeded target of soft wetness in a sparse forest of jet black pubic hair. Her asscheeks were smashed flat to the rough rush mat beneath, with Enhar's monstrous lust-thickened black cock insinuated down between the crevice that split the smooth, full rounded dark moons. The large, oversized, bulbous head touched the mat beneath and Julie was close enough that she could see it was wet and sticky where his seminal fluid had seeped out the narrow opening at the tip in his wild excitement of the rape of the untouchable king's mistress that had been thrown to him unexpectedly a few short minutes ago. He was being used as a source of amusement, but he certainly didn't care for this price!

Enhar wasted no time with preliminaries, and the horrified white girl lying prostrate at the couple's feet gasped when she saw the muscles of his ebony ass tighten as it lifted high in the air over the upturned loins of the moaning and pleading black woman. It poised at the wet widely stretched opening of her visibly palpitating cunt for what seemed an eternity and then jerked forward brutally to disappear between the soft, fleshy, down covered folds between her legs with a wet slithering rush that brought a long painful scream from the spread-eagled girl.

"Aaaaaaaagggggggghhhhhhhh!"

Julie looked at the grinning men. They were passing among them, of course, a bowl of the intoxicating svench. She was too horrified to make a sound but moaned beneath her breath as the terrible Enhar lay still, soaking the full length of his giant throbbing cock inside the moist softness of the poor girl's quivering belly for a few torturous seconds, and then with a deep throated groan born of animal lust began to fuck her savagely with long hard strokes that carried the full monstrous length of his blood-swollen prick. The helplessly impaled woman groaned and writhed painfully beneath the driving force of the black bully's pounding body as he reached down her legs under her knees and pulled up viciously, bending her thighs all the way back to her shoulders to give him greater access to the open wet entrance of her cunt. Kinche choked and sputtered beneath him in agony and the sudden humiliation of being thrown to this brute to be used and raped as he wished.

A few moments ago, she had been a proud and untouchable queen of the king's harem, but now she was just another piece of female flesh that would be passed among them to be fucked and used as each of them in turn would so desire and when they would desire. She knew that she was a great prize for a great service, perhaps the most important service that could have been done for her people, but she had not expected anything like this! Her humiliation knew no bounds, and she grunted and moaned beneath her wildly pumping attacker as though the world had suddenly ended.

"Balloo!" she called. "Nooooooo, Balloo! Make him stop!"

Her pretty face was contorted in pained disbelief at her sudden fall into the depths of gang whoredom, the nearest English equivalent to what she was experiencing. But Balloo and the men only considered her pleas a part of the wonderfully entertaining show! And Enhar crushed his thick rubbery mouth down over hers drowning out with a wet slobbering finality the further screams building in her throat. He dug his fingers cruelly and hard into the firm large mounds of her tits, and Julie thought surely he was going to kill the girl from the back-breaking position into which he was forcing her with greater and greater strength.

Suddenly Julie began to understand what the lovely girl meant to these men and why the king had given her as a great prize for their services. He could have given them any woman or given them each a woman, but a woman could be had for nothing. That was not the point. He had given his woman, a part of himself… to subjugate! Enhar, especially, at the very bottom of the pecking order in this group, was now as close to the top of the status ladder as he could ever hope to get. He was subjugating the mistress of the king himself!