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"Again! Slap her again!" the bloated African Monarch commanded.

Again Danielle obeyed, laying her slender palm against the rounded globe of Penny's buttocks with a resounding slap. And, again, it had the same effect on the kneeling girl, leaving her almost disappointed when the stinging feeling died away.

Oh, if only he'll squirt his sperm in my mouth, she yearned, mumbling out her submission to the lewd desires racing through her mechanically, and human, cock-ravished body. Her toes curled tightly back on the soles of her bare feet as she was driven back and forth, fucked from both ends by the dildo and the great, driving inky-black cock in her mouth. She was truly their slave and now, inciting her more, the fat African ruler was leaning forward a little to knead her dangling white breasts with his meaty unclean fingers. He was rapidly reaching the crescendo of his own desire, Penny could tell, and she wormed as best she could one of her hands over to once again cup his magnificent coconut balls, milking them delightfully as she was driven backward with each lunge he made into her hot wet mouth.

"Tighten your lips, pig-slut!" he snapped at the slaving American girl, his voice tight with passion.

Penny followed his bidding, at the same moment feeling her own climax approaching, the first of a rapid series of mind-destroying jolts.

Then, all hell broke loose!

The black ruler in front of her jerked suddenly as though lashed with pain and jammed his hips up tightly into her face, sinking half the fantastic length of his cock deep in her grasping throat. She could not breathe, could not care, as the incredible prick erupted in the warm, soft interior of her sucking mouth, strange profane chantings escaping his lips. His hot thick sperm squirted into her mouth like a rush of raging water through a storm drain, and she sucked and swallowed, her cheeks inflating and deflating the whole time from the pressure of the bursting dam of hot African sperm. It lasted forever, it seemed, her throat accepting the warm sticky liquid of his passion, and then it pulsed with a long last jerk…at last softening beneath her swirling tongue. Her reason was gone and she clung to him as her greatest orgasm of all stiffened her body, flooding out in great sensual waves of her own succulent juices around the twisting, reaming instrument of lust in her cunt, flowing out of her in hot liquid streams, making the ravished petals of her sex flower widely open as she creamed down the insides of her trembling thighs.

It was indescribably wicked, and the entirety of her groin felt wet and used beyond belief. She was crying, tears of real joy pouring from her eyes; then they fluttered closed and she released the King's rapidly deflating penis, its semi-softness slipping from her pursued lips with a slight pop at the same moment Danielle began to withdraw the dildo from her flushed young pussy.

"Are you through with me now?" she asked breathlessly.

The King again flashed yellow teeth as his enormous stomach rocked with laughter. "Through, pig?

We have only started!"

CHAPTER EIGHT

Doug closed the two-and-a-half-mile distance from the falls where his two P.A.I.G.C. escorts had released him to the Mgoro compound at a dead run. He was furious. Tears of indignation and rage were streaming down his cheeks as he burst through the stone gate screaming, "Gimme a God damn Jeep! I've got to find Major M'Bonu! Those fucking jungle bunnies have got my wife!"

Immediately, he was encircled by a wall of curious black flesh, including several of his fellow teachers from the Technical School, but he pressed his way through and past the anxiously approaching Headmaster, La Pierre as well on his way to the bungalow that housed Mgoro's small detachment of Senegalese Militia. There was a Jeep parked outside, but no driver. Doug stormed through the door, badly scaring the little corporal that manned the desk. "Let me have that God damn Jeep," he demanded. "I've got to get to M'Bonu in Dakar!"

The little corporal snapped to attention. "Major M'Bonu is in Liberte on official business," he stammered. "But there is no driver for the Jeep. Everyone is out looking for you and your wife."

Doug grimaced impatiently. He had a strong notion that the Major's business in Liberte was, being conducted at the Jungle Bar…but how in hell was he supposed to get there? "Listen you little brown bastard," he bellowed, "gimme the keys to that rig outside and I'll drive myself."

"But I can't do that, monsieur Glasser. It is not allowed. It is against regulations. If you will wait a little while, I'm certain someone will return who can drive you."

Doug seethed another silent second before turning on his heels toward the door through which he had just come. Fuck it, he thought, I'll just have to hotwire the God damn thing!

***

Penny failed to notice that Danielle had disappeared, taking the fiendish dildo with her to be cleaned and oiled for the next performance. Instead, she merely rolled over on her back on the fur-covered platform at the King's fat feet, her arms and legs obscenely spread, uncaring.

She could still feel his vile sperm on her face, drying slowly, and the painful soreness in and around her vagina. She could not bear to stir herself into activity, nor even to bother covering her nakedness. The combination of humiliation and satisfaction was too much for the poor American girl to cope with. She was more fully a captive than even she herself realized. Not only had her body betrayed her by reacting so completely to her lewdly engineered rape, she was also half looking forward to the next turn of events. They had promised her a "show" and supper- as if she were some high-priced jungle callgirl.

It was unbelievable, how in the space of less than twenty-four hours, she had become thoroughly used, hopelessly aroused, and twice raped. She was abandoned and lost in a part of the jungle she couldn't even begin to place on map. And, with each passing minute, she feared that she would never again see her handsome young husband. For all she knew, they might merely have taken him out in the nearby bush and slit his throat. Or, if not, she could easily imagine him lying in the bottom of a pool of quicksand, or disemboweled on the horns of a water buffalo or the claws of a prowling leopard. She was lost. Lost!

Slowly, painfully, she gathered herself up and got shakily to her feet. Her fingers moved to refasten the front of her open raffia robe.

"That won't be necessary!" the King bellowed. "I think it would be better if you took it all the way off!"

She hesitated but for a single moment before, seeing the King's angrily growing expression of impatience, she nodded meekly and began to shrug out of the already-gaping garment, letting it fall to a crumpled pool at her naked feet.

"That is better, no?" King Jabavu smiled wickedly as he caught the reflection of the several well-placed torches gleaming goldenly on her smooth white flesh. "If you are to be the wife of a Djambulu King, you must learn your proper place!"

Wife? Penny sickened with horrifying realization. Oh, my God!

"You look concerned, uh "

"P-Penny," Penny supplied.

"You look concerned, Penny," the King continued. "Perhaps I should explain that being the eleventh wife of a Djambulu King is indeed a privilege. you will have servants…fine clothes…the best food and poma "