Balloo sat on his mat, leaning on the wood table, his eyes gazing darkly around the hut as he watched the jubilant Kubby slowly working himself into a sexual frenzy that he knew was going to erupt into a volcano of rape within a matter of minutes. He wanted, for some reason he didn't understand, to rise at that moment and smash his fist into Kubby's face until there was nothing left but a bloody mass of unrecognizable flesh for what he was doing to this white girl. Whether it was because he had possessed something that he must give away, he didn't know. One did not hesitate to give one's wife to a friend for a favor. But the white girl was not a wife, she was spoils and by rights belonged to the leader. Yet he had offered her so what could he do?
"Enhar have hees turn in car like me," Balloo told Kubby in a warning tone. That was one less of them he had to share the girl with! "Don't get no marks on her," he suddenly commanded, rising from his mat. "King Daranje Kawat will be harsh if the missionary will not take her back because of marks."
Julie Davenport was astonished at his words. Did he really believe that her father would refuse to take her back if she had marks on her? What a strange way to think! But then, she reminded herself, a woman was like the wood carvings she had been admiring. To these primitives, if a woman was marred or broken in any way, what good was she? They probably assumed that her father would feel the same way. There was one thing about what Balloo said, though, that made her too happy to care what they thought of women. They were planning to offer her to her father, but in exchange for what?
Kubby, meanwhile, was suddenly jerked from his eager probing between the trembling Julie's legs by the harsh gruffness of Balloo's voice, and withdrew his hand by instinct. He was disciplined to follow a leader's commands without question, and this was no exception even though he and Dawak had been given the girl for the evening. He knew he could get away with almost anything as long as he stuck to what he could argue was his, but if he didn't, there would be danger he was not prepared to accept. He played it cool.
"I am to sleep now," Balloo announced as he kept his old stare on Kubby, then made his way with his mat to a spot against the wall. "But I weel wake if something wrong happens," he growled as he threw down the mat and curled up on it, his face toward the wall. Kubby was silent as he watched his leader disposing himself for the night, then let his eyes flicker to the downcast Julie still standing by his mat. He rose in a slow manner that revealed the strength of his legs in spite of the fat on his body and with a sudden move that caught her completely by surprise, grabbed her wrist and twisted her arm painfully behind her back so that she was forced to turn and fall back against him. Dawak and Enhar jumped up from where they were sitting and crowded around her so they could see the exposed view of her white curvaceous front. Enhar's eyes glowed like a panther's in the dark as he feasted them hungrily on the firm round titties pointing out at him, gleaming in the firelight.
"Y… you, hey you, I can fuck her, too, Kubby?" Enhar whispered excitedly from the impact the sight of Julie's body was having on him.
"You help me," was all Kubby would say, but he glanced at the form of Balloo against the wail and leered meaningfully at Enhar. He began to twist harder on Julie's arm, perhaps out of nervousness. To allow Enhar a chance with the girl would place Kubby in a position of authority, which was hard to resist, but it would be rebelling against Balloo, and that was not too safe.
Julie grunted from the increased pain, but she still refused to cry out. She didn't want to make things harder for herself, but her face was locked in a determined expression of defiance that seemed to increase with each moment the final assault of her helpless body drew near.
The earlier weakness and lethargy she had let herself sink into had faded, and she now found herself resisting them automatically with all her moral being. Maybe it was better to resist. Even the cruel inhuman pain she was being subjected to could not overcome the intense revulsion and hate she felt for the three dark and animal-like faces surrounding her. She had to resist now even though she knew her fate was inevitable. Her final punishment and humiliation would be in their hands.
"Hey you, for you asking big trouble," Kubby finally growled in frustration and anger at the unexpected courage of the helpless white girl. "Gimme help," he demanded of the others.
He jerked forward and pushed her toward the mat placed for her originally against the wall on the other side of the hut from Balloo. Her arm was almost twisted to the breaking point, and it was almost with relief that she felt herself being pushed face down onto the mat, causing him to release her wrist from the cruel hold he had on it. But it was only momentary relief. As she struggled to hide her nakedness with her hands and arms, other hands reached out from the side and pressed her tightly down into the layers of bound rushes that formed the mat.
"Hold shee down!" Julie heard a voice command through the haze as, without warning, a hard fist smashed into the side of her head. She groaned and her arms and legs went limp, her body splayed wide and helpless in a spread-eagle position across the bed. She trembled loose and quivering for a moment, and then she tightened the muscles of her body again as she heard Kubby's next foreboding words.
"Beg me to have the cock or more fist in the head!" She felt Kubby's hands coursing over her back, and she quivered. She did not resist this time for fear of further pain. She didn't want to be knocked out. That way she could not call for Balloo if they overstepped their permitted bounds. She knew that now her resistance could only be mental and would be a victory only within herself.
"Turn here and see my black cock," Kubby commanded above her.
She didn't move or answer until she suddenly felt his hand tangling in her hair. He jerked her head up and around a few inches off the mat. Her eyes opened automatically, and her face contorted in horror at the long thick black instrument, stone-rigid, that he held over her head. It was monstrous and webbed all along the underside with heavy throbbing veins, giving grim advance warning of the lustful state he had worked himself into during her kidnapping. Her eyes trailed a slow path up the length of his torso to his face, a piteous and useless plea nestled in them, pleading for mercy. There was none. Nothing but a cold and unyielding face staring down at her.
"You like?" he tormented.
She tried to answer, but her voice was frozen somewhere deep in her chest.
"Hey you, you like?" he hissed again and twisted her hair viciously in his hand.
"Y… yes, I like it," she finally managed to stammer through the pain and degradation.
"You see," he explained. "I put it in here and you weel have it come out here!" He laughed and so did the others. He had pointed that he was going to put it in her cunt and it was going to come out her mouth!
Loosened up, the other two men laughed nervously from excitement now, thinking of what was about to happen. It had been different back there in the car when Balloo had been laying it to her. They couldn't see it all too well in the semi-darkness of the car, lit only by the small flashlight. But now she was stretched out before them completely nakedly exposed in all her white youth and innocence, and they were going to watch her get fucked like they had never seen anyone get fucked before. Both their eyes glowed like hot coals in the shadows from the anticipation that had been building like a storm since they had first abducted her from her bedroom hours back.
"Hold her down until I een there," Kubby ordered nervously. His voice quivered from the salacious thought of what he was about to do to this virginal young white girl, and his long lust-thickened cock ached like it had never ached in all his life. He dropped to the mat and rolled across the full length of her back, his face pressed into the clean soft odor of her light brown hair that glimmered with little orange sparks in the firelight from the stove.