The beautiful white girl's moans of pain and humiliation went unheeded and unheard as he reached forward with both hands and grasped her by the shoulders, pulling her whole body back tight against him. His thick hard blood-filled cock was sunk to its fullest depth in her quivering white belly as she felt the hardness of the head pressed tight against the end of her cervix. There was no reason to struggle or fight anymore, even if she had the strength. He had conquered her. She knelt in servile acceptance like a slave of old, to be used as her master desired.
Her poor body went limp as she felt his hands slide down to the rounded curves of her hips and began a slow teasing rotation of his rigidly bloated cock deep inside her womb. The pain lessened as she felt her wet soft passage expanding further and further with each greater rotation he made inside her trembling hole. Her tears of shame and humiliation continued to flow. There was no stopping him, and there was nothing she could do but accept the vile obscene rape of her body with resistance. Her muffled sobs and groans mingled piteously with his gasps of passion while his hands ran down under the fullness of her quivering titties, dancing against the seat below with each hard, cruel thrust he made into her.
"Jesus Holy Christ!" Enhar muttered as his bulging eyes watched the long black length of Balloo's glistening cock, moist from her secretions, fucking into her white ass. His eyes bulged wider as he gaped at the ragged pink flanges of the protective soft folds of flesh around her hungering cunt, drawing back with each outstroke and then being swallowed in again as Balloo fucked forward into her with the powerful in and out rhythm he had begun. Enhar wanted with all his being to reach forward again and fondle her there, but he recalled the anger he had elicited the last time he let himself lose control. Enhar was at the bottom of the pecking order of the entire village! What anyone had, he was last to get! Unable now to satisfy his rising lust, he dropped his hand to his crotch and pressed against his own rising hardness instead. He fingered the seeping wet patch of seminal fluid with a crazed gleam in his close-set eyes, hoping with all his might that Balloo would by some miracle change his mind and let Enhar have his share, at least when they reached the meeting place.
Balloo, fucking into her from behind like she was a bitch in heat, squeezed all around her soft joggling asscheeks. His fingers dug cruelly at her cringing tiny puckered asshole and then jerked forward again, clasping her hips and pulling her back limply over his blood-swollen cock while he continued to skewer and ram into her with growing abandon. His body was now a ball of sheer uncontrolled lust that had unleashed itself completely against the squirming beautiful, tender flesh in front of him. He could feel his heated black cock growing thicker and thicker inside her white belly as he ground savagely into her with a wave of sadistic delight flickering across his contorted face. He had never had anything like this before. He was almost there, almost there, and he continued to fuck eagerly into her with long hard strokes. He had to end it before he lost his mind.
Julie's whimpers stretched into a long, low continuous whine that filled the car like a Gaelic banshee. Through the dim haze of her tortured mind, she could feel him growing and growing deep… deep inside her until it felt as though his rampaging instrument would split her lewdly in two. He was going to cum in her. Her tears cascaded in torrents onto the roughly woven material of Dawak's crotch. The lewd thought was passing her mind of this horrible primitive savage black man filling her helpless white belly and delicate womb with his hot sticky lust. Oh God, she might get pregnant and to what would she give birth? The thought ran crazily through her mind, and she tried to clench her asscheeks as a senseless gesture of defense.
That did it! As her warm wet muscles clasped tightly around his hard-driving, lust swollen cock, Balloo threw back his head with a wild scream, and his lewd sperm shot like a fire hose into Julie's wide-swept cuntal hole. She groaned in helpless submission before him as he emptied himself with spurt after spurt of his driving lust juices deep up inside of her, filling her womb and belly to the bursting point.
"Oh, God, no, no, nooooooo!" she screamed as she felt it ricocheting around in a warm wet pool in her cunt, a hot fiery reminder of her total subjugation to the cruel inhuman tormentor fucking into her from behind.
There was nothing after that. The end had come so suddenly and so completely that Balloo pitched forward in total exhaustion along the length of her flattened body and lay, breathing fast, unable to move. Julie herself lay sobbing out her humiliation and fear beneath him, the sudden horrible thought coming to her that it wasn't all over. There were the others. Oh, God, there were the others!
"Come, Balloo, thees is my turn now."
"Oh, stop, we are here at the meeting house," Kubby announced from the driver's seat. "We all fuck now."
"Yes," Balloo added, rising from over the prostrate daughter of their enemy and glowering at the cringing Enhar in the front seat. "Son-of-a-bitch, Enhar. You do not do with the fingers what it is for a man to do!"
"How do you know?" Enhar retorted. Julie understood that he was questioning how Balloo could possibly know that the girl had been a virgin and that he, therefore, had taken her virginity with his fingers. Julie could see no importance to the question any more.
As he lifted himself, the girl could feel Balloo's deflated prick slipping wetly from her forever expanded hole. As the cool night rushed with a soothing swirl into her void, she listened with bated breath to the sliding halt of the car.
"I know," Balloo said flatly. "Now we meet and the girl is for later," he further said. There were groans from all the men at this statement, but none of them objected. Balloo seemed to be in charge of whatever was going on this night.
Julie heard the door opening on the right side of her, the side she had been forced through a seeming eternity before, and now there were pulling her roughly through it and out of the car. She tried to stand on her own two feet when she felt the ground beneath them, but they would not hold, and she was forced to lean against Balloo's shoulder for support. The hem of her nightgown fell loosely from her neck and on down to her waist as she struggled weakly to pull it the rest of the way down to cover her naked hips.
She was barefooted, and the cold touch of the dust beneath her feet brought some semblance of consciousness back to her dazed mind. Her hand tightened around Balloo's arm, and in spite of the brutal assault he had just subjected her to, she found herself clinging to him blindly, half for support and half from the fear of the others touching her. She followed him meekly across the short distance from the car to the hut of rushes huddled for protection against the trees that lined the small field where they had stopped. In spite of her still smoldering dread of his touch, he seemed to be the only barrier that stood between her and total rape by all the others. How long would he hold them off, and how much power to do so did he have? She tightened her grip and followed him passively, half stumbling, half walking, to the low opening that was the doorway into the hut. She had never been inside a native hut before, and she trembled at the thought of the unknown and the frightening fate that she was certain awaited her inside.
CHAPTER TWO
The interior of the little hut was not so little. The outside was quite deceiving, Julie realized, or perhaps it was just that there was so little furniture. In the very center was something that looked like a combination of a stone fireplace and a stone stove with a central stone chimney reaching all the way up to a hole in the center of the hut. A small area of mats against one wall seemed to be a storage area. Everything in the hut was piled there, including dishes and pots, rolled mats and a cross cut from the trunk of some huge tree, perhaps a very old baobab tree. The men found a pair of kerosene lamps and lit them. There were shelves tied to both horizontal and vertical poles that comprised the skeleton of the hut, and the lamps were placed on two of these. Wood already in the stone stove was set ablaze, and the large cross cut of wood was drawn near the stove to serve as a table. Next, several mats were strewn around on the dirt floor, and Julie was pushed down onto one of them against one wall. No one seemed to be afraid that she would run away now, and indeed she knew better. The only place a white girl could run in the African jungle was into trouble, her father had always warned her.