Behind her, the elated Daranje Kawat began to throb and ache in his balls where her fingers coursed over them. Ho knew he was close to cumming, and he wanted it to be good.
Julie could feel his hugeness inside her stretched and expanded rectum growing, and she knew what was coming. She knew he was going to shoot his lewd, hot sperm deep up into her helpless asshole, and she would have given anything in the world if there were any other way, but there was not. She would have to take it all inside her even if the humiliation and shame killed her.
The now crazed king behind her began to fuck into her asshole with ever increasing speed. His hand ripped and pulled at the soft white rounded globes of her ass like they were soft resilient clay in his big hands. He spread the cheeks of her ass wide apart, and with bulging eyes he watched the full black length of his fucking cock split the whiteness of her asshole like a soot covered train tunneling through a snow-covered mountain. His cock felt as though it would burst, not just at the end but all along the full length where the rubbery tight walls of her rectum held it vise-like and hot. The white girl was mumbling and whimpering incoherent noises into the mat, and mistaking them for cries of wanton passion, he increased the vigor and power of his strokes until he was buffeting her forward almost off the mat.
"Oooohhhhhhhh, God!" she screamed, the sobs choking down her throat as she felt him jerk inside her and realized to her horror that the moment was here when he was going to explode inside her and fill her helpless and unprotected belly with his obscene, hot cum, and there was nothing in the world she could do about it but lay kneeling in front of him like a galley slave and feign a rampant passion.
"Cum, darling, cum!" she shouted back at his sweating body, wanting to get it over with, wanting to end it forever. There was a muffled gurgle from behind her and she felt his great throbbing cock burst like a dam as he gave one last tremendous fuck into the back of her upraised asscheeks and emptied his hot sperm in wave after wave deep into the depths of her rectum. Julie thought the ejaculating instrument would never stop flowing into her and could feel the hot sticky fluid overflowing around his still jerking cock and forcing its way out the tight nether ring in her asshole that was clamped tightly around the base of his throbbing black cock. She gasped out a deep sigh of relief as she felt his deflated and limp shaft of black flesh slowly withdraw from her flooded ass. There was a slight, wet, sucking noise as it slipped out from between the full white moons of her asscheeks with a lewd slurping sound. Then there was a sudden rush of cool air into the wetness of her loins as she remained kneeling with her ass waving high in the air for a moment and then collapsed off to the side of the mat.
Then there was quiet, and after several minutes, Julie recalled her questions and glanced around behind her with fright. Surely he had stolen away. But no, he was standing there watching her, his robe tied modestly around him as it was when she had first seen him. Except for the laughter in his eyes, his face was serious.
"I await your questions," he said regally as though nothing at all had happened between them.
Dazed, Julie rolled over on her back. It took her a moment to compose herself and her befuddled head.
"Oh, yes," she said, unable now to remember why she thought such questions were of any importance. But she knew she would think them important later and would never forgive herself if she neglected to ask while she had the opportunity.
"It is said that a king like you has to survive all kinds of trials that almost kill you. I… I always wondered why, that's all. I…" But for some reason she felt silly and couldn't go on. She didn't have to. In his answer, he sounded as though he had told the story over and over. He sounded somewhat bored.
"Without the trials a man becomes king who is not true one. If he wishes to be something else…"
"Like wealthy or important!" she cried excitedly.
"Yes," he said, a little irritated that she dared interrupt him but glad for her understanding. "Before the trials are finished he will think it is not worth it and will die."
Julie's interest in the question was revived. "You have to want to be king above all else, a poor king, an unknown king, an…"
"A just king," he said emphatically. "It is a trial of punishments. A true king wishes to know each punishment himself so he knows which to give for what evil."
King Daranje Kawat turned away, and Julie was too absorbed in his answers for a moment to notice his leaving. He was happy for that. He had lost his joy in her and no longer regretted giving her back to her father. If she stayed with his people, she would soon lose her questioning tongue to the coals of fire!
Once he was gone, the spell was broken, and Julie turned to look for the garment she had been wearing. Her ass was sore, and she sensed a renewed coldness around her. Daranje Kawat had merely used her and was an egotist, she could see. Balloo had lost interest and had insulted her besides. A little while ago she might have been happy to stay with these people. What in the world had she been thinking of? Now she could hardly wait to have her father back, and to go home to their own country, she hoped. For there was one thing she knew from her father's example. The men of her own country would never abuse a woman the way she had been abused by these savages. The men of her own country were gentlemen, and sex was something they hardly thought about at all!