Then, suddenly, Penny flinched into a conscious reality as the King's beefy black paw found her crotch, and he began to slip a few fingers into her sopping pussy, moving them easily in and out to her unresisting delight. "Shall we join the others now, Penny?" he whispered meaningfully.
***"What the hell do you mean, wait and see!" Doug exploded. "You think they're having a Parcheesi tournament up there?"
M'Bonu raised his hand in a nervous sweeping gesture. "Please be calm, monsieur Glasser," he soothed. "Perhaps we can work out some kind of arrangement with Da Silva and his men."
Doug's face went purple with rage. "What the hell do you mean, 'make a deal'! we're talking about my wife, not, a new refrigerator!"
"What do you suggest, monsieur Glasser?"
"I suggest you chug that beer and get off your duff. I know where the Djambulu village is. We can storm the God fuckin' place!"
M'Bonu paled. "B-But, I have only the same four privates with me that I had when I drove you to Mgoro."
"And the detachment at Mgoro?"
"That's only ten more men!"
"That's sixteen of us, and a bazooka and a flamethrower."
"Against two or three thousand Djambulu, many of whom are armed with fully automatic weapons.
No, monsieur Glasser, it is impossible…even if I were in accord with what you suggest, which I am not, I would insist on a full battalion of militia with air support, and-"
"Are you worth several million dollars to your country, Major?"
"Excuse me?"
"The Djambulu are asking for thirty prisoners, right?"
"Yes, yes, that's ri- "
"Is your government willing to go along with that kind of thing?"
"Yes, I think so. I told you I thought we could deal with Da-"
"Deal, schmeal… It would take days hell, maybe weeks just to negotiate the terms for that kind of deal."
"Continue."
"And there will be no guarantee of Penny's safety in the meantime'." M'Bonu's face pinched in confusion as Doug continued, "If something happens to her, there could be a sudden drop in the amount of aid my country provides to yours say in the area of a few million dollars?" The Major nodded gravely, he was beginning to understand. "Do I have to say more, M'Bonu? How long do you think you'll stay a political officer if your government loses the equivalent of half its-gross national product through your short-sighted failure to take immediate action?"
Beads of sweat popped out on M'Bonu's forehead. "Perhaps your idea has merit," he conceded grudgingly. "We will at least have the element of surprise."
Doug straightened. "Let's get with it then, Major. God only knows what Penny's going through right now!"
***So much had happened to Penny in the last few hours that she was beginning to wonder if she had ever really understood anything about people before her capture her degree in anthropology notwithstanding.
Danielle returned from the other room with more poma. Then, after passing out the drinks, she returned to fetch the freshly oiled dildo, which she then placed at the foot of the bed.
Penny accepted her poma unflinchingly, still fearful to show her captors that she was fearing the complete loss of her sanity. Somehow she still hoped that Doug or someone would sweep down and save her from her hideous plight. But the possibility grew increasingly futile as she studied the woebegone expression of defeat etched on the pretty face of the Portuguese girl she had just learned had been sold into slavery.
One by one, the others drank their poma with its lust-inspiring infusion of pitchi. Time was blurred, distances distorted, and finally Penny could see that everyone else was beginning to feel the same erotic tingling that was awakening in herself.
"Now, we are ready," the King, said suddenly, slipping out of his rafia robe. "All of you drink…hurry up!"
The three women automatically stared at the African regent's phenomenally huge cock jerking to erection as they downed the last of their native beer. Penny felt the sensations of sexual desire pacing through her limbs faster than before, reducing and overcoming her resistance as if a trigger had been pulled somewhere in her innermost being and began to worry less about whether she was sane or not. She glanced at Danielle, who was also naked then, standing before them like a Parisian fashion model displaying a new style line, only hers was pure flesh, a slender succulent body of black satin skin gleaming brightly in the torchlight, her abundant proud breasts standing boldly out from her chest, her puffy blackberry nipples pointing lewdly skyward. She was all sinuousness…all woman…curved and molded to be touched and loved by fingers and lips and cocks. The gaping pink slash of her pubic vee seemed to be tantalizingly incomplete without a prick in it, feeding the hunger it implied with its perfect feminine beauty.
Penny was amazed at the difference between her own body and that of the young African girl. She knew that she was exquisite herself,, young, nubile, with big breasts just heavy enough to sag in an exciting slope of softness, and that she was uniformly rounded and tempting to any man with eager hands. God knows, she had learned that much and more the past two days. But now she was starting to realize why attractively built women, with lovely but different bodies, made men wild in varying ways. It would be a revelation, she mused as rationally as she could at the moment, to see if the King had different tastes…if he would choose her or his youngest wife as his next partner.
Penny also noted the now-freed Portuguese girl who was also standing shamelessly naked in front of the approving eyes of the houseboy and the King. The young girl was about the same height as Penny but appeared slightly shorter, more willowy, with slender almost boyish hips and nipples as dark and smooth as polished walnut atop her conical milk-white breasts. Beside her, Ojike the houseboy stood, his own rapidly lifting penis even bigger than the King's.
Then, Danielle reached for the fourteen-inch wooden dildo she had placed on the bed.
"No! Give it to Penny!" the King commanded. "If she is to be my next wife, she must learn to do that which pleases me!"
"But, Master, I " Danielle began, her jealousy as the thought of being displaced by the blue-eyed American girl coming to the surface.
"Silence!" he stopped her, the anger in his voice startling the others.
As for Penny, she was blushing as much from the confusion as from the stimulating pitchi. She knew at once that this was unheard of…to scornfully abuse a ranking wife in the presence of others. And, to top it off, the King was actually stripping the gorgeous raven-haired woman of her honor, her role, by ordering her to turn over the "scepter" of her authority to Penny…a mere captive!
The King moved closer to Penny then, his huge cock jerking higher from the sadistic pleasure of knowing he held the literal power of life itself over this wonderful display of different bodies. It was affecting the treacherous houseboy, Ojike, the same way and his prick was showing it.
"On the bed again, Portuguese pig!" the King bellowed. "The dance is not yet over!"
"Oh, please, Master…no more!" the poor girl whimpered.
"Shut your pig-sucking mouth!" the fat King spat. Then, "Penny, I think you understand what you are to do!"
Penny's mouth gaped open in astonishment. She was being forced to assist in the slave girl's mean humiliation. The very idea made her sick, but she feared what Jabavu might do if she failed to follow his orders…God, it could just as easily be herself awaiting the Arab slaver!