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The Princess of Wales is captured by African freedom fighters.
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THE PRINCESS STEPS OUT
By J.G.E. POWERS (1992)
(This story is the copyrighted property of the author and may not be
reproduced on any pay-site without his expressed consent. Feedback is
always welcome. The author may be reached at jgepowers40@hotmail.com)
No one noticed the unmarked Rolls-Royce leave the side entrance of
Buckingham Palace; it was an everyday event.
Behind the blacked out windows, the young, blonde Princess of Wales sat in
apparent serenity. It was the pose she wanted her driver and Scotland Yard
guard to see; any hint of nerves and they would have cancelled the trip. No
chances were being taken, not after what had happened eighteen months ago.
She wondered what they would think if they knew how her insides were
churning; how the anticipation was making her pussy bubble with sticky
cream? What would they say if they knew that their darling Princess; their
media queen, was really a cock-craving, cum-guzzling bitch with an definite
passion for black cock and rough sex?
Her watch said eleven-fifteen; another thirty minutes, she thought,
then she would be free; free from their watchful eyes, free from their
protection, free to indulge in her newly discovered passions and
perversions.
Thank God for Mandy, she thought. What would I do without her? She
checked her watch again. Her Scotland Yard guard noted her impatience but
paid it no mind; security was his game and he was damn sure nothing like
what had happened was going to occur while he had the watch.
The Princess extracted a compact from her purse and checked her makeup.
She saw the brightness in her eyes, the suppressed lust, and she wondered
if what Mandy had arranged had been done so without arousing Scotland Yard's
curiosity? It had to be, her demanding body screamed. It just had to be.
Mandy had received the call only an hour ago; the Princess would be
pleased to visit her college roommate; security would have searched the
flat, and the surrounding area and staked out the adjacent homes for any
suspicious characters. What they didn't know is that Mandy was already
aware that she was going to have a visitor. Her 'friends' were in the
attached building, and the moment security walked out of the flat, they
would casually walk across the eight inch window ledge - four stories up -
to Mandy's flat and hide in the closet. Later, after she departed, they
would sneak back the same way. No one would be the wiser.
The 'arrangement' consisted of two big, black American Marines, Mandy
had said; Embassy Guards. Hugely hung; one who had never touched a white
woman before. What would their reaction be to fucking the next Queen of
England?
Appreciation, she hoped. She squeezed her thighs together as a secret
shiver ran up her spine, causing her juicy cunt to dribble. She took a deep
breath, thankful that she'd remembered to wear a Kotex pad. Her cunt got so
sopping when she thought of big cocks, she'd most definitely would stain her
suit and the seat, too.
The big Rolls circled Picidilly Square, passing the cavernous
underground garage of St. Mark's Hospital. The Princess stared at it as
they passed. That's where it all happened, where it all began; the most
terrifying, most
thrilling forty-eight hours of her life. Idly, she wondered how they had
managed to cover it up? After all, the kidnapping of the Princess of Wales
was major headline news, but not a word had been printed, and according to
Scotland
Yard, only a small, select few actually knew what had happened. Of course
it was all deniable; the terrorists were all dead, killed by an action team
from the SAS; the Special Air Service.
Sadly, she remembered them; the terror they had provoked in her, and the
fantastic pleasures they had ultimately given her body with their giant
African cocks; huge and thick as a tree limb, the bulbous pink and purple
heads dripping with thick, rich, white cum-juice. She licked her lips and
recalled their blackness; remembering how the contrast of color; their black
against her white, had dazzled and turned her on so completely, so
passionately, that nothing else mattered except to have their massive pricks
in
every opening of her delicate body.
Her stomach tightened and her eyes clamped shut as images of their
long, snake-like, pink tongues flashed in her mind; sliding deep in her
pussy, down her throat, up her ass.
She squirmed and squeezed the armrest with a power no-one would have
believed she possessed and re-crossed her shapely legs, pressing her thighs
together, cutting off the oozing flow of cunt-cream from her incredibly hot
pussy.
What a terrible waste, she thought. Poor Jumo, and Mentu, and her sweet
surprise, Kunta. The magnificent Chaka. All dead. Their big, beautiful
Kaffir cocks lost to her forever. They were all gone, but they had forever
changed her life.
She rested her head and let her mind wander backwards in time. It had
been a day very much like today, she thought; spring-like, but still
overcast; the sky uncertain of its ultimate direction. Arrangements for her
annual physical at St. Mark's had been made and she arrived promptly on
time; a doctor - black - was waiting to greet her. Her driver and guard
were the first out of the car, and as they opened her door, she watched in
horror as the doctor pulled a gun and shot both men. They were dead before
they hit the ground.
Her mind registered that the gun was silent and she remembered
screaming, or trying to; she wasn't sure, things became very jumbled then.
Men in ski-masks grabbed her and roughly pushed her back into the car. She
was thrown down, her face pressed hard to the floor; a gun to her head.
She remembered the terror that ran through her body; a cold, vileness
that she could smell and taste. She remembered her shame as her bladder
threatened to desert her.
Strong hands pinned her down and harsh garlic breath assailed her nose
as a voice from hell told her to keep quiet and be still. Or else! Her
hands and feet were tied painfully tight and she was gagged on an evil
smelling piece of cloth. Another covered her eyes, blacking out almost
every trace of light.
The darkness intensified her terror as the car zig-zagged through the
streets, then up a ramp where it screeched to a halt. She didn't know it at
the time; they had driven the car into a large lorry - a moving van - and
calmly drove away, eventually finding their way to a deserted warehouse on
the London docks.
They handled her with disregard; half dragging, half carrying her up a
flight of metal stairs. She was pushed from behind and fell heavily on a
smelly mattress, the air rushing painfully from her lungs. Her wrists and
ankles
screamed as the ropes cut into her soft skin. Thick fingers fumbled with
her blindfold.
"Be careful what you see, Princess. We don't want to have to kill
you." The voice was deep, resonant, and the words made all the more
chilling by casual manner of delivery. She blinked her eyes, trying to
adjust to the harsh light that shined directly into her face. Four men
surrounded her; big men. Black men. She knew that from their bare hands
and the slits in their ski-masks baring their flat noses and big lips.
The biggest man, the one with the chilling voice, knelt beside her.
His eyes traveled the length of her body lingering on her exposed camisole -
her jacket had been pulled open - and the large expanse of uncovered thigh
made
visible by her disheveled skirt. He was smiling. Slowly, he reached out
and tugged her skirt down below her stocking tops. Bile welled up in her
throat and she felt her body flush with shame and embarrassment as he
touched her. Her
mind reeled at the indignities she would suffer at their hands, and in a fit
of mental defiance she vowed not to give them a instant of reaction.
Whatever happened, she would remain like stone; an unmoving, unfeeling,
inert object. Do
your damndest, her mind screamed at them; you'd do better jerking off.
The big man seem to read her mind. "You will not be molested, Your
highness. It would be counter-productive to our goals," he said quietly.
"Your accommodations," he waved his hand around the loft, "may not be what
you're use to but under the circumstances I'm sure you understand.
"Your release, I'm sure, will be swift and you will have the benefit of
knowing that this small detour will enrich the freedom fighters of our
country."
Her screams of rebuke were muffled by the gag in her mouth. Outraged,
she struggled against her binds, unaware that her thrashing about widened
the gap of her jacket and rode her skirt up over her nylon tops, baring
naked flesh. This time, the big man made no attempt to cover her up.
"Yes, I know," he said, not unkindly, "It's hell for the Princess Royal
to be treated thusly; a pawn in the game of international struggle, but so
be it. Please do try to make your time with us as tolerable as possible."
He stood up and pulled her roughly to her feet. Her feet stumbled and
he caught her in his strong arms. Her body pressed tightly against his.
Involuntarily, she gasped and her eyes widened in amazement as his cock
pushed hard against her stomach. It was huge!
Looking deeply into her eyes he forced the crimson to her cheeks and
this time it had nothing to do with shame or embarrassment. Disconcerted,
she turned away, unable to look at his dark, passionate eyes.
"Take off the ropes," he said to one of the others, "and then remove
her clothes."
She screamed behind the gag and angrily threw her body at him; lashing
out with her foot. Nimbly, he stepped aside.
"I love a woman with spirit," he said, "I do not relish this, but it's
a necessary security measure. The Princess of Wales can not run away if she
has no clothes on, now, can she?"
Two men grabbed her, still kicking and screaming and pulled her away
from their leader. In her mind, that's how she identified him - their
Leader; a big, powerfully built man, radiating a maleness that was almost
tangible. He also
has a great big cock, a horrible little voice told her. She started to kick
and scream even more.
She watched him walk away, out the door, followed by another. His
departure increased the terror; she had somehow sensed that she was safe as
long as he was around, now she was faced with two strangers who didn't
appear to have the big man's intelligence, or his rough kindness. Maybe
they have big cocks, too, the horrible little voice said.
Each man had her by an arm. They were chuckling to each other, talking
in a strange foreign language that she couldn't identify. Oh, God, she
thought in horror, they are going to strip me! Shutting her eyes tightly,
she clamped her thighs together as her skirt and petticoat fell to the
ground.
"You have nice legs for a white girl," she heard one of the men chuckle
and the flush on her body deepened.
"And from the looks of things she's a real blonde, too," the other
said. Their laughter made her body go rigid as she tried to shut out the
sights and sounds of her humiliation.
They untied her hands and pulled her jacket off; then the camisole.
She was naked from the waist up. Their foreign ribald commentary followed
each item of clothing to the floor, becoming louder as more of her body was
exposed, whooping when her perky tits were bared. The cold air immediately
stiffened her big nipples. Blushing fiercely, she stood there with her arms
covering her panting chest, with only a flimsy pair of panties, stockings
and a garter belt left on her body. She wished they weren't so lacy, so
sexy, so provocative.
The men were suddenly silent and then, without warning, they yanked her
panties to the ground. She was naked! Exposed! Defiled!
"Ho, Ho, look! A field of golden wheat covers her honey pot, my
friend!"
"We should bake bread in her oven!"
The laughter made her tremble with humiliation. They were looking at
her; she knew that, examining every curve, visually exploring every secret
nook and cranny of her slender body. Roughly, her arms were pulled away and
she was
completely exposed. Tears welled up in her eyes and she tried to force them
down; to be stoic, strong and unyielding. She failed and her sobs shook her
body, jiggling her tits for all to see.
"I take back what I said," one of the men said, "you're a beautiful
woman, white or not. And that blonde pussy of yours makes my cock jump,
your Royal Highness," he said condescendingly.
Her eyes jumped wide in surprise and shock as his hands encircled her
tits; his big palms completely capturing them, the coarse exteriors raising
her nipples to steely hardness. He thrust his hips forward, pushing his
thickening prick into her stomach. She felt it hard against her flesh. A
strange hot chill swept her body; a perverse excitement, and as hard as she
tried she couldn't stop the hot tremor that rippled through her shaking
body.
The other man snarled something foreign at his companion. Then, still
gagged, she gasped and panted as they pulled her back to the worn mattress
and tied her wrists and ankles to the metal bedstead. They used soft,
colored scarfs that held but didn't hurt her as much as the ropes. Then,
they stood there staring, devouring her spread-eagle form with their eyes.
She knew it was a shameful, provocative picture; red garter-belt, black hose
and heels, her blonde cunt gaping wide; like something out of a cheap girlie
magazine.
Then, in humiliation, she realized she hadn't even tried to fight them
off; just let them spread her out, obscenely, without raising a finger. She
turned her head away as the tears flowed anew.
She had been too preoccupied with the realization that her pussy was
wet!
The men stood off aways, by a window, talking quietly between
themselves and glancing at her every now and then. To gloat, to ogle, or
just keep an eye on her; she wasn't sure. She blinked the tears away and
tried to control her
breathing, and force herself to think. She had been briefed by Scotland
Yard on terrorist tactics; the humiliation and degradation. They did these
things to break down the will to resist. Generally, they didn't do bodily
harm. If, she
thought, if she could just tough it out for a little while longer she would
be rescued and these black scum put behind bars. She was the Princess of
Wales, the next Queen of England! She would be saved!
Her rapid breathing abated and her mind skipped around. black scum? If
they were scum, she thought, why did my pussy get wet? Why did my body
react so when I felt the size of their cocks? She trembled when the
horrible little voice answered her.
She had come to the marriage bed a virgin, well, almost a virgin, if
you count sticky fingers and slender cucumbers; and while not unpleasant,
sex with the Prince of Wales had not been the earth shattering experience
she had hoped it would be. Nice, but far from the wild sex movies and
pictures, and stories, she and her college chums had seen and read about.
And Mandy, with her thrilling accounts of fucking and sucking anonymous
black men with huge, massive
cocks pushing into her slender white body, had sown the seed of fantasy that
now crept into her mind.
She drifted for a moment and wondered what it would be like to fuck a
hugely hung black man. Nice white girls from good families didn't have
anything to do with the black Kaffirs. It was unthinkable; yet the subtlety
of color
contrast was seductive. The imaginary image of a fat cock formed behind her
closed eyes. It had the shape and size of the Leader's. Automatically, she
licked her lips and felt the heat fill her loins. She trembled at the wild,
sexiness of the thought; the total forbidden, secret wonder of it.
And she sighed deeply.
The bed sagged beneath the weight of the man and her eyes leaped open,
the terror of reality instantly back at hand. She tried to wiggle away from
him; the one who had jammed his cock into her stomach and felt her up; the
one who
had started these horrible thoughts running through her mind. No, she told
herself, the Leader did that. No, the little voice said, You started them.
He was still wearing his ski mask, but had taken off his shirt. His
chest was thick and muscular, and covered with course, crinkly, hair. He
was smiling, but it was an evil, leering smile; a smile of triumph.
She stared, wide-eyed, as his hand gently stoked her bare leg. His
touch was hot, but she shivered. Fear or anticipation?
"Comfortable, Your Highness?" he asked, his hand resting hotly just
above her knee, inches away from her exposed pussy. Growling through the
gag, she tried to squeeze her thighs together, petrified that he would see
the moisture
clinging to her silky bush.
"Good! We want to make your stay with us a happy one."
His hand traveled higher; his touch like fire, the arrogant smile more
evident. "My friend and I have had a long conversation on how to make you
happy. We think we have found a way." He stuck his tongue out; long,
thick, and sharply pointed, and wiggled it obscenely at her. She screamed
behind the gag and tugged powerfully at her constraints; her body thrashing
about, tits jiggling, hips moving, paradoxically, in a wanton, arousing
fashion.
"Yes, Princess, fight!" he laughed. "A woman of spirit is much valued
in my country, but don't wear yourself out. My tongue will give you great
pleasure, but you don't want to be too tired to enjoy it, now, do you?"
For a big man, he moved cat-like, positioning himself between her
twisting legs, his strong, rough hands clamping on her churning hips,
pinning them to the mattress. Her eyes bulged in horrid fascination as his
tongue darted in and out
of his mouth like a cobra's. It was the longest tongue she had ever seen.
Horrified, she watched his head dip between her thighs. A blinding flash of
vivid color exploded in her brain as his tongue shot deep into her open
pussy like a hot spear. Her head reared back, blonde hair flying, and her
hips arched up as an unexpected electric shock coursed, hotly, through her
body. The binds strained as she hurled herself against them.
Viper-like, his tongue turned and twisted deep inside her cunt, rasping
against the oily walls of her pussy, stoking the smoldering embers of
fantasy into a roaring fire. Her eyes rolled to the whites, and her fists
and toes
clenched as he sucked on her clit. Bolts of terrible excitement flashed in
her brain, sweat broke out on her forehead, and huge goosebumps rose on her
flesh. Her traitorous body was reacting on its own, flooding her cunt with
rich pussycream, sending horrible spurts of blinding pleasure to her brain,
raising her sensory system to heights never before felt.
Tremors racked her body as his tongue flicked wildly in and out of her
sopping pussy; over her tortured clit, driving her wild with undeniable
pleasures. Her hips pushed hotly against his thrusting mouth. Through
slited eyes she saw his large black hands slither up, over her body,
kneading the
soft, yielding flesh of her stomach, her asscheeks; cupping and squeezing
her heaving tits, tweaking the hard, round nipples; the rough touch of his
forbidden color adding fuel to the hot fires of hell that raged in her body.
Somewhere deep in the recesses of her feverish brain she saw herself
and felt the reactions of her body; the wondrous, forbidden pleasures were
identifiable, each with it's own unique thrill. Never had she felt this
way. Never had she received such unbounded pleasure. Never had she found
herself on the edge of a terrifying abyss, wanting to leap into its
beckoning darkness. She saw her own lust, huge and untapped, still
shackled, straining to be released. And she saw their blackness, their
forbidden color and her mind
erupted with fascination, passion, and lust.
A kaleidoscope of swirling colors flashed brilliantly behind her closed
eyes. Her brain threatened to explode as a huge surge of searing pleasure
crashed over her body, stunning her with its force and burning intensity.
Her body arched into a bow, hips churning and twisting franticly; her arms
strained. Suddenly, her left arm was free and she grabbed the back of his
head and pushed his face deep into her throbbing cunt, humping her hips
against the rasp of his
beard, smearing his face with her flowing juices, straining to survive the
mammoth climax that shook her body with violent tremors.
Her scream of release was deep and harsh and piercing; even the gag
couldn't conceal it.
The cool air made her sweaty body shiver, and it continued to shake and
twitch as little tremors ran up her spine. She gasped and panted, like a
long distance runner after a hard race; her throbbing cunt keeping time with
the
pounding of her heart.
He pried open her legs freeing his captured head and pulled off his
ski-mask, a smug, self-satisfied smile on his dark, rough features.
Rivulets of sweat trickled down from his forehead.
"Her Royal Highness likes to have her white pussy eaten by Kaffir,
Mentu," he said to his companion. "Her cum is sweet as honey, my friend."
Panting, the Princess of Wales stared at her pleasure-giver's grinning
face, a stupid half-smile of surprise on her lips; her body still in
turmoil. She had just experienced the most explosive cum of her life, yet
the ache in her loins was even more fierce than before; a fire that seemed
unquenchable. Embarrassment and shame were forgotten feelings; quickly
replaced by a physical agitation and a lust for the taboo.
Slowly, she turned her head, following his gaze; her eyes blinked and
widened, and her mouth gaped in surprise. The man, Mantu, stood naked, his
big hand fisting a cock of huge proportions. It was the biggest prick she
had ever
seen, at least two hands long and massively thick. Mesmerized, she stared
at the swollen, dark purple head as it twitched in front of her face. It
pulsed and slithered with a life of its own. The pounding in her chest
increased in
tempo and breathing became harsh and ragged.
"I am Jumo, that is my friend, Mantu, and his little plaything. Do you
like it?" he asked in a whisper, his sweaty face close to her ear.
Breathing heavily through her open mouth; eyes wide in wonder, her head
nodded slowly and her body gushed a hot stream of cream to her itchy cunt.
Behind the gag, her throat went dry. She didn't believe the urge she had to
take that monster in her mouth. It was almost overpowering.
What was happening to her?
"If you like his little thing, you will dearly love mine, Princess!"
Her eyes, suddenly alive, snapped back to him and she choked on the
gag. He had stripped and his massive prick was inches from her face,
sticking straight up; the bulbous head swaying in front of her shocked,
bulging eyes. Were they all freaks? she wondered; creatures from a circus
side show?
His cock was even bigger and thicker than Mantu! Could that be possible?
Her surging mind reeled, assaulted by unknown passions and forbidden
sensations. She was the Princess of Wales, yet, like a bitch in heat, her
body screamed with a lust that knew no bounds of convention or propriety.
Her mouth ached to be filled and her cunt throbbed with a seething passion;
the sudden, terrible need of the addicted.
Groaning, almost in pain, she strained against the binds; hands
trembling to touch, and rubbed her face along the huge, meaty shaft of Jumo
cock; smelling the musky aroma of his body, wallowing in the heat of his
flesh. Her mouth
salivated. Her one free hand cupped his heavy, hanging balls and an
electric thrill ran up her arm and down to her hot cunt as his body heat
flowed to her.
Thick, clumsy fingers pried the gag loose from her mouth, and he shoved
the fat knob into her willing mouth. She felt the massive, slug-like cock
stretch her lips wide - Oh, God, she thought, it must be three inches thick!
- her teeth scraping the skin as it buried itself deep in her wet mouth.
She gagged when the hard head hit the opening of throat. Mouth aching, she
pulled back, running her tongue over the heavy, bulging veins; tasting his
special flavor and
tangyness, washing the length of his majestic shaft. The salty taste of his
cock drove her into a crazed frenzy, stripping the will to resist. Her head
began to bob and his hands entwined in her flaxen hair, guiding her hungry
mouth.
"Aaaaah," Jumo sighed, "Suck! Suck my black cock, Princess! Give me a
royal blowjob!"
Her mind reeled. She was the Princess of Wales, and she was sucking a
huge black, Kaffir cock! And it was wonderful!
Her cunt throbbed and her body twitched as her stretched lips began to
slide over his pulsing cock. She held it upright with her one free hand and
licked his swelling ballsac; her tongue spreading dribbling saliva up and
down
the steely shank. She stuck her tongue in his piss-hole and was rewarded
with a drop of crystal-clear pre-cum. It tasted better than the sweetest
honey.
Her lips encircled the rock-hard knob and her tongue flicked over it,
back and forth. Her free hand roamed her own body, kneading, pulling,
pinching her tingling flesh; stoking the volcano in her body. She rubbed
her tits, twirling the hard nipples between her thumb and forefinger and
tiny slivers of lightening zapped her body. Her mind was a screaming mass
of hot flashes, that erupted, violently, when her finger slid into her
grasping pussy. The puffy lips
closed around it, holding it prisoner, and she sighed as a heated wave of
pleasure washed over her.
A heavy nudge against her cheeks caused her eyes to open and widen.
There was Mantu's cock, hard and black and sweaty, swaying in front of her.
"Ooooh, yes!" she heard herself say as her tongue washed over the musky
head, bathing it with her Royal spit. It was almost as long, but not as
thick as Jumo's and it slid into her mouth with less problems - was she
becoming better? - she wondered. Her hungry mouth went from one to the
other.
"Oh, she sucks good, Jumo! Almost as good as a Zulu woman," Mantu
said, his voice gasping as the Princess's mouth engulfed his hot African
prong.
"Better!" Jumo answered. "Look how her mouth stretches, how she
scrambles from one to the other, always licking and sucking. Her pretty
pink tongue never stops. Imagine how her little pussy will scream when it
feels it's first taste
of my cock."
Jumo's words swirled around her fevered brain, taking seconds to
register through her lust, and determined cock-sucking. They were going to
fuck her! Stick her with those huge monsters! Rip her apart!
"Yes!" she moaned, "Oh, yes, fuck me!" Her voice was almost a whisper.
A prayer.
Jumo's laugh was pure evil. "Beg me for it, Princess! Beg me to put my
Kaffir cock in your Royal pussy and fuck you ragged! Go on, beg me!"
She gasped and swallowed her saliva. Her body trembled with heated
shame. She was being debased and she knew it. Her body flushed with a
residue of pride and shame. Then her cream-smeared finger twisted in her
juice cunt and, magically, she didn't care. All that matter was his
magnificent cock! And getting it in her pussy!
"Please fuck me!" she choked. "Stick your black cock in my cunt and
fuck my Royal pussy. Please! Please, I need it so badly!" She was on the
verge of tears.
Mantu joined his companion in laughter and sank his cock back into her
mouth, thrusting his hips forward as he did. The huge fuck-meat pushed at
the opening to her throat and forced its way past. Automatically, she took
a deep breath and tried to relax the constricting muscles. The huge
cockhead surged all the way down her gullet, until her nose and mouth were
buried deep in his cock hair.
Roughly, he grabbed handfuls of hair and pounded his cock - eight fat
inches! - into her waiting face. His cry of passion was like an aphrodisiac
to her, blotting out her abject surrender to them. Her body screamed with
renewed
pleasure.
Jumo laughed and swiftly untied her right leg, forcing it back to her
tits, flatting them, and completely exposing her golden pussy. He pulled
her hand away from her cunt, leaving it gaping and bare and feeling lost.
Her silky cunt-hair was smeared with sticky cum-cream, and her thighs were
streaked with the remnants of her massive cum. He rubbed the head of his
cock against the puffy lips of her pleasure-raw cunt, extracting a low,
mournful moan from her busy lips.
She tensed in anticipation, but he didn't move and her eyes went wide,
begging him. Her hips strained against his cock-head. She was frantic with
desire! Ripping Mantu's boiling cock from her mouth, she screamed, "Fuck
me, you bloody Nigger! Fuck meeeee!"
Jumo's lips curled in a snarl. Mercilessly, he plunged his thick,
nine-inch prick into her gaping cunt, stretching it beyond belief. Her
scream of rage, and passion, and pain filled the loft and echoed off the
walls. Her mind exploded and mercifully, blackness washed over her brain.
She felt as if she had been in a great storm, fighting for her life,
and suddenly she had come upon a safe harbor where the waters were calm, and
warm, and wonderfully soothing. Wavelets rippled over her. Slowly, at
first, then coming faster and faster. Each wave rippled over her body,
making her feel good, and the feeling grew and grew until she was forced to
moan her pleasure aloud.
"That's it, Princess!" Jumo grunted, "Move your hips! Feel my joy in
your lily-white pussy! Yes! Squeeze my prick!" He grimaced in actual pain
as her incredibly strong cunt muscles clamped on his cock-head, freezing it
stiff in
the boiling caldron of her juicy pussy. Gone was his desire for
humiliation; replaced with a wonder of incredibly tight, white, blonde
pussy, and indescribable desire.
Thunder and lightening raged through her enflamed body. Blinding white
heat! Through a hazy mist she saw Jumo's massive black prick plunging in
and out of her stretched blonde cunt, slimy with white froth; her nylon-clad
leg
dangling carelessly over his shoulder, her cherry-tipped tits flopping in
time to his vigorous poundings.
Fascinated, she watched the dark log-like cock slide all the way in and
all the way out of her straw-colored cunt. It was mammoth! And she was
taking every pleasure-giving inch of it! Her body trembled and shook as his
blackness pounded her body; her wanton hips twisting and pushing up to meet
his fierce stroke. Sweat poured off of his muscular body, giving him a
shiny satin gloss; the contrasts of forbidden color still stimulating her
new-found lust.
Each pounding stroke forced the air from her lungs and she gasped in
passion and desperation. Her tongue licked her dry lips and she was aware
of a strange, tangy taste; different from anything she had ever tasted;
something thick and sticky. Her fevered brain registered the texture and
flavor and she realized that Mantu had shot his cum-juice into her mouth
while she was blacked out. She felt surprisingly disappointed. Licking her
lips and fingers, she
tried desperately to capture the flavor. Discovering stray droplets of the
thick, milky-white cum on her tits, she rubbed it into her skin, anointing
her body, giving it a glistening sheen.
Mantu jerked her head up and dangled his slick cock above her gaping
lips. "Suck it clean, my Queen!" he said in a voice still choked with
released passion. "Aaaaah," he sighed as her lips encircled his drooping
prick. Trance-
like, she sucked the deflating shaft, using it as a soothing pacifier to the
burning lust that Jumo's throbbing cock was generating in her body. Her
passion-enflamed brain was running in slow-motion, unable to think or
comprehend beyond the surging pleasures of her body; the incredibly intense
tiny cums that coursed through her sensory system; each one driving her
closer and closer to a crushing tidal wave of pure pleasure.
She felt his body stiffen and his cock jump in her cunt. Wrapping her
free arm around his body, she pulled him fiercely to her, heedless of the
pain in her up-stretched leg. The wondrous release was at hand!
Her free hand squeezed Mantu's stiff cock and she hissed in Jumo's ear,
"Yes! Yes! I'm going to cum! Fuck me! Cum with me! Now! Now!
Nowwwwwwww!"
Her body went rigid, arching into a tight bow with only the back of her
head and one foot touching the damp mattress. Incredibly, her slender body
was supporting his massive weight, holding him up in the air as his engorged
cock
exploded in the furnace of her throbbing pussy. Hot cum splashed wildly,
deep in her body, crashing against the steaming walls of her cunt, flooding
her, and overflowing the stuffed love-channel. Her own surging cum-juice
mingled with
his and seeped, hotly, down her thighs and into her asscrack, dripping
unchecked beneath their harshly panting bodies.
For one masterful moment, they stood on the top of the world, and as
one, they collapsed into the softness of their battlefield; exhausted
warriors.
The raging storm of blinding passion waned; replaced by a warm,
wonderful tide of unbridled pleasure, and she shivered as it ebbed slowly
from her foggy mind. She ached in all parts of her body, especially her
battered cunt, but
it was a good ache, one of triumph and accomplishment. She had taken Jumo's
mighty cock, every bloody inch of it, and squeezed it dry. She had sucked
the life from Mantu's lovely prick.
Her drifting mind glowed with the wonder of her forbidden passions; her
lust, and desire. She, the blonde and pure Princess of Wales, had willingly
sucked raven-black cock like a common slut, and had reveled in the forceful
penetration of black cock into her trembling white body; desperately, she
had swallowed the thick, jism of their taboo mating and had thrilled at her
own subjugation.
Sex had never been this glorious, this exciting, this thrilling! Sex
would never be the same!
A smile of triumph passed her lips when Jumo pull his deflated cock
from her pleasure-raw pussy, but it quickly passed, replaced with a sudden
feeling of loss as her cunt was deprived of his wonderful fullness. Behind
misty eyes,
she moaned softly. Then, as if by magic, the feeling returned! Her body
twitched and she gasped as her cunt slowly filled up with the incredible
thickness of his beautiful prick. Her body reacted with joy, filling her
cunt
with slick, warm juice. Jumo was back, she thought wistfully; hard and
strong again. It was wonderful!
She sighed and opened her hazy eyes. Mantu's gap-tooth grim greeted
her surprise gasp. She moaned and tossed her head back as he roughly pushed
his thick, black, rock-hard cock all the way up her grasping pussy.
Mantu! Jumo! It no longer matter! She craved the pleasure of their
massive cocks. Everyone of them!
Lovingly, she wrapped her arms and legs around his thick body - when
had they freed her completely? - and gave herself up to the glorious thrills
of his long-stroking, pleasure-giving cock.
She lost track of time; it no longer had meaning. She lost track of
the times she climaxed; the violent rumbles, and massive shocks that seemed
to run together, each one draining her body and mind, exhausting her; but
each time she
felt a hard cock enter her body she was renewed, hotter and hornier than
before. She was possessed with a sex-lust that drove her from frenzy to
frenzy, from climax to climax, from one stunning pleasure to another. Her
greedy mind and body knew no limits.
She remembered Mantu's long passionate fucking; how she climaxed two or
three times before he pulled his cock from her squishy cunt and sprayed her
body with his hot, rich cum-juice. She had washed her heaving body with the
thick,
sticky cream, licking it off her hands and fingers; loving the slimy taste
of the silky globs. She remembered sucking Jumo huge prick again, her
saliva making it easier for him to plunge it into her hot body. She could
see herself on her hands and knees, head twisting from side to side, as he
fucked her from behind, like a street dog; Mantu grabbing her face and
sticking his soft cock in her mouth, his hips pounding her sweating face
until his prick was hard again,
ready to shoot another hot load of rich, African cream down her waiting
throat. Together, they flooded both ends of her body until cum-juice ran
down her cheeks and thighs, streaked her tits and stomach, and dribbled down
her back and her
slender round ass.
She remembered their hot tongues. Long and agile, they snaked up her
oozing cunt and down her gasping throat. She had sucked on one, like a
miniature prick, while the other slipped in and out of her pussy, and rimmed
her puckered asshole like a hot dart, giving her a new, exciting perversion
to enjoy. Their fat lips sucked on her hardened tit nipples, thrilling her
beyond belief.
She didn't remember one from the other, and she didn't care. All that
mattered was their size, their power, and their thrilling blackness.
They had fucked her on her back, on her side, on her hands and knees;
up against the wall, with her legs wrapped tightly around their waists or up
over their shoulders. She had squatted over their raging members, forcing
herself down on each one until her cuntlips rubbed against the base of the
hairy crotch. She had bent over and rolled backwards, and contorted herself
into every conceivable position trying to get their wonder-pricks in her
body.
She had spent eons playing with their pricks, sucking and licking the
heavy ridges of their shafts, tickling the hairy ballsacs that hung below,
lapping up the warm, sticky cum-juice. And still she craved more.
She remembered their mutual, unbridled laughter when, finally, they
collapsed on the bed, spent and exhausted, the men unable to raise another
hard-on even with help from her magic mouth. Finally, in annoyance, she
sandwiched her gamy, white body - sweat and dried cum streaks crisscrossed
her flesh, like lash marks - between their heaving black bulks.
"No more, no more," Mantu protested. "My cock is ready to fall off.
You have won, Royal one."
"And you, Jumo?" she asked with a smile and a groping hand. "Are you
fucked out, too?"
"Mantu is right," he chuckled, "you have won! Even two Zulu's can not
tame a Royal pussy, Your Highness. Perhaps we were foolish to try. My cock
will never be the same."
The Princess Royal giggled, "Neither will my pussy, my lovely captors.
You've stretched me so much, you can drive a truck through it now. What's
my husband going to say?"
"Help!" Jumo bellowed and they all joined in, laughing like children.
"Well, let this be a lesson to you. The next time you kidnap a
princess, make sure you have enough help to keep her happy."
"Yes, Your Highness!" the men chorused.
"I'm still not completely satisfied, you know."
Jumo sat up. "My god, woman, even a Zulu female's appetite would be
quenched by now."
She winked at him mischievously. "That's because a Zulu female can
have your giant cocks anytime she desires. I, on the other hand, have to
make the most of what little time I have."
He couldn't believe his eyes or ears; an English Royal Princess, a mere
skip of a woman, barely past girlhood, craved the pleasures of their black
cocks like a demon possessed; sucked them into her slender body and squeezed
the life out of them, and then demanded more. And like zombies, they did as
she bided. Who here is the captive? And what have we unleashed, he
wondered.
"Play with me," she said, turning herself around between them, her head
at their groins, her cunt and ass staring them in the face. "Play with my
pussy and my asshole," she ordered, her voice husky again, as the heat began
to flow in her loins. She raised her right leg straight up, stretching the
suspenders on her garter belt to the fullest, giving each man a clear view
of her spectacular, open and waiting, charms.
"Please?" she said in a plaintive voice, taking their flaccid pricks in
her small, delicate white hands, and massaging them.
Chuckling deeply, the men raised their eyes skyward in resignation.
"We have created a monster!" Jumo said sticking his long, pointed
tongue in the Princess's wet, pink cunt. Mantu just smiled his acceptance
while his hands kneaded the soft ass-flesh of her twin mounds. Licking his
finger, he inserted it in her asshole, slowly twisting it around until it
was seated all the way up against the puckered opening.
Taking Jumo's cockhead in her mouth, Her Highness sighed in contentment
as the teasing, tantalizing pleasures washed over her body. The last images
she saw before falling asleep was their shiny blackness, stark against her
pale body, and her own sudden and perverted lust.
She awoke to a loud argument. Disoriented, she shook her head to clear
the fuzzy mist that surrounded her brain and clouded her eyes. One voice
was especially powerful; seething with unabashed anger. Her nakedness
triggered her
memory and all the images of the last few hours came rushing back to her.
She was a prisoner of African terrorists - and she had willingly fucked two
of her captors ragged. She had seen two men brutally murdered - and she had
slavishly sucked the cocks of those responsible, swallowing their cum,
rubbing it all over her body like cream; revelling in her own perverse lusts
and desires. She had succumbed to the seductive lure of black-skinned
Kaffirs - and she had loved
every perverted minute of it.
"Fool!" the angry voice shouted savagely. The exclamation was followed
by a sharp clap of thunder. Looking up she saw the Leader viciously snap
his open palm across Jumo's face. She saw his bulging eyes and the corded
veins in his neck, and suddenly feared for the poor man's life. His hand
went up again, poised to strike.
"No!" she screamed, jumping naked from the bed. "No! Don't hit him
again!"
The Leader looked at her, his eyes wide with surprise - and
appreciation? Frantic, she grabbed the first thing she could find to cover
her body; Mantu's discarded shirt, and shrugged into it. It flapped around
her knees as she ran to Jumo's side. The man with the Leader moved to
intercept her but she ducked under his arms. Something about him struck her
as odd, but in her fear for Jumo's life, she discarded the thought.
"Stay out of this, Princess," the Leader snarled from behind his
ski-mask. "This man has disobeyed my orders. You were not to be molested!"
he shouted. "He and his wormy friend must be punished!"
"You told them to make me comfortable, did you not?" she said, stepping
close to Jumo. She felt his trembling body and couldn't believe his fear.
She realized that the Leader was an absolute King among these men and his
word was law. His maleness and power radiated to her and she felt the
response deep in her loins.
"Yes," he said, slowly and suspiciously.
"They did not do anything except what I wanted them to do." she said
defiantly. It wasn't the whole truth, but it was close enough.
"What are you saying, Princess? That you encouraged them? Willingly
participated? Be plain!" he demanded.
She opened the front of Mantu's big shirt and, hands on hips, displayed
her naked body. Her nylons were wrinkled, her garter belt was cum stained
in several places and she was missing her shoes, but standing there before
him, she saw his eyes change and felt the power of her white body. Their
fascination was just as strong as hers, she thought. She tossed her head
back in a regal gesture.
"Do you doubt my word?" It was an Imperial question delivered in a
regal manner, but inside she was churning. This big man excited her,
stimulated her. And it went beyond the ebony color of his skin.
His deep, rumbling laugh echoed through the loft. He pulled his
ski-mask off reveling his face. She was surprised to find him handsome in a
rough manner, with high cheekbones and sharply defined features. And his
eyes - compelling dark and sensual. She felt his laughing gaze all the way
down to
her toes, but especially in her pussy, which had become very wet, very fast.
He stood close to her, his size massive and overpowering. "I am
Chuka!" he said, "That means King."
His companion, the fourth man, made a biting commentary in their
foreign tongue and he answered angrily.
"Kunta does not like you," he said softly. She believes Royalty should
act like Royalty and not like a common slut."
She? The Princess snapped her head around as Kunta pulled off her
ski-mask. That was the oddity she had noted; "he" moved like a woman, not a
man. Graceful and fluid. Kunta was tall and had regal bearing - a queen to
the
Leader's King, and she was instantly jealous - and she had a strong, fully
developed body, and was surprisingly lovely, despite the disapproving scowl
on her face.
"She also doesn't think you're as good as a Zulu woman, or any black
woman, for that matter."
This time it was she who laughed. "Look at your men,Chuka. I wore
them out!"
Kunta gave Jumo and Mantu a withering glance and they seem to shrivel
before her steely gaze. The Princess had never met a more formidable woman,
not even the Queen, herself, and she was surprised at her own physical
reaction
to this compelling woman.
"So, the Royal Princess of Wales likes Kaffir cocks. You show good
taste, Your Highness, we are the best." His finger traced the shape of her
bare tit and she shivered at his electric touch and a warm trickle of
pussy-juice dribbled down her inner thigh.
"But I think I should still punish these men."
"Leave them be and you can have me," she said.
"I could have you anytime I so desired, Princess. You are my prisoner.
Or have you forgotten?"
"Taking me is one thing, giving myself to you is another." Her voice
was low and husky; seductive. But it was a ploy. Her body craved this man;
wanted him to drag her off and ravish her completely. She wanted to bare
every opening of her silky body to him and have his hard blackness fill her
to the brim. But something made her try to meet him on equal ground and she
was confused by her feeling.
Roughly, he pulled her body to him and forcefully thrust his pelvis up
against her soft flesh. His thickening cock rubbed against her belly and a
hot surge of passion filled her. Her legs went weak and her body trembled
from
his nearness. She grabbed his strong arms for support, feeling the nipples
of her tits raise and harden as they rasped against the coarse material of
his shirt.
"You will do what I demand to save their worthless lives? he asked;
his voice low and menacing.
Afraid that speech would fail her, she nodded her head slowly. Then,
like a rag doll he propelled her across the room, landing in a heap on the
bed. To Kunta, he spat out foreign commands and she answered angrily. But
a sharp look
from Chuka silenced her immediately.
He has such power, such force, she thought. Oh, God, I want him so
much. Oh, Chuka, her mind screamed, fuck me! Fill my body with your big
black cock! Use me!
Engrossed in her own thoughts, she didn't see Chuka whisper to Mantu,
or take notice of the video camera Jumo and Mantu set up.
Why doesn't he move? she wondered. Confused, she followed his gaze.
All the men were looking at Kunta. She was undressing. The Princess's eyes
opened wide as the big Zulu woman stripped off her clothes and bared her
body. She
was beautiful! Glossy skin that shined like black marble, big, full tits,
perfectly round; a hard, almost muscular stomach, and long, long tapering
legs. Her bush was tightly tangled with thick, coarse hair; a perfect black
triangle.
She had wide flaring hips and large ass-cheeks.
Regal!
The word jumped into her brain as she watched Kunta come towards her.
Chuka had set beside her, but she was too engrossed to noticed, and she
jumped when he spoke.
"It pleases me to be entertained. You and Kunta will perform for me.
We will see just how well you do against a Zulu woman. If you please me,
these men will live. If not, they will die. Do you understand, Princess?"
She looked at him in confusion, not knowing what was expected of her.
Then her head swiveled from his leering eyes to Kunta and back again, and
the meaning of his words became crystal clear. She gasped, and shook her
head, unable to find her voice.
"You want me to . . . want me to . . ." She choked on the words.
"Yes, Your Highness," Chuka said, with an evil grin, "I do want you to!
"Look at her beauty," he commanded, "her full ripe tits, big ass, her
large juicy pussy. Look at the color of her skin, how it gleams in the
light. Think what it would feel like beneath your hands; soft and smooth,
like black
alabaster. Look at her cunt; the jungle of hair; think of your Royal tongue
sliding into it. Think of its' black taste; feel her juices flowing down
your throat."
Chuka ran his hands softly over her body, almost a whisper; stroking
her quivering thighs, and sensitive tits.
"Look at her, Princess," he said. "Look and open yourself to her. Let
her mound rub against yours, let her play with your lovely titties." His
eyes glowing with anticipation, Chuka put his lips against her ear. "Let
her
tongue drive you to the stars," he said.
In a trance, she could not take her eyes off of Kunta's undulating
movements; her sinewy grace, the way her big tits rose and fell with her
deep breathing. Her dry throat burned, but she couldn't swallow. She
stared, wide-eyed; Chuka's hypnotic words playing on her brain, and she felt
the fierce roar of fire-lust erupt in her drenched cunt. Her chest heaved
and she reached back to grab hold of the bedstead, pulling herself up;
almost into the same position
she had been in when Jumo first kindled the flame of coal-black lust.
The video camera recorded the heated expression on her face, and
continued to roll, but she wasn't aware of it.
Kunta took Chuka's place beside her and she cringed with fear and, she
realized, desire. The big, firm tits and the heavy thatch covering the
hidden pussy had turned her on; her hot cunt reacting the same as it would
to a naked man. If anything, the wild feelings were even more intense, more
demanding, and, suddenly shocked, she knew that she wanted to touch the big
female Zulu; touch her, and love her.
The aroma of Kunta's sudden nearness was sharp and strong, but
definitely female. She turned her head away as the big woman leaned
forward, but she could not stop looking at the magnificent body in front of
her. Hungrily, she licked her lips. Then a strange thing happened. Kunta
smiled, lighting her eyes with the soft glow of passion.
"Do you like what you see, my Princess? Yes? My tits yearn for your
touch," she said, cupping her large breasts and pushing them up to the
Princess's eyes. The dark nipples were as big as a pinky-tip, and hard as
marble. "My juicy love box waits to entertain your pretty pink tongue."
Kunta's voice was like a warm caress on a cool night. She shivered.
With tremors running through her body, and the tingling of anticipation on
her skin, she slowly nodded. Kunta smiled her lovely smile, and drew her to
her womanly
body.
"Ooooh, yeeeessss!" she mewed, unaware of how loud her voice was, or
how it affected the men who watched from the darkness, or that her words
were recorded on tape.
She remembered gasping and trembling as Kunta's lips searched out her
own; the electric touch, the strong hands kneading her sensitive tits,
sending bolts of white-hot lightening to her cunt and her fevered brain;
their constant
exploration of her trembling body. She remembered the tongue, long and wet,
slipping into her moist mouth; her own dueling with the long, thick, loving
invader. It slithered down her neck to her tits, circling each nipple,
tracing the roundness of each shaking globe. Large, shapely lips sucked on
the tender tips, making her moan loudly with wicked pleasure.
Another woman - a black woman - was making love to her, and she was
responding. The image was beyond her wildest fantasy. She tugged at the
silken scarfs, pulling herself up, arching her body, giving Kunta access to
her quivering flesh.
"Oh, God, yes! Do that! Oh, it feels so good."
Kunta's wiggling tongue traced a wet trail between the valley of her
tits, down and around her belly and into the flaxen tangle of silky hair
hiding the pink, puffy lips of her juicy pussy. Powerful hands grabbed her
behind the knees and pushed her legs up high, spreading them apart. Her
cunt gaped, the pussy-hair glistening with the dewy secretions of her
enflamed passions. Her eyes rolled to the whites and her legs and arms and
body went spastic when Kunta's darting tongue shot up her boiling pussy.
The scream of passion filled the room and reached out, like a hot hand, to
the thick cocks of her black captors making them twitch with envy and
desire.
Chuka heard the words of desire coming from the Princess's mouth and
his throbbing prick strained to free itself from the constraining pants. He
heard Jumo's strangled voice extolling the virtue's of the blonde, thirsting
pussy; its' silky softness, its' pink, succulent cunt-meat, its powerful
gripping muscles. He licked his lips and grabbed his hardened cock as a
hot, fierce pain in his balls made him gasp.
Yes, Princess, yes! he thought, show your lust, and your pleasure!
Display it for the world; show them how you love African blackness!
Her hips bucked up against Kunta's sucking mouth, her tits heaved, and
her face contorted with pleasure-pain. Moaning with abandon, her head
twisted from side to side as Kunta's wiggling tongue attacked the soft flesh
of her flaming cunt. Sizzling sparks of white-hot pleasure erupted in her
brain and showered her body with their burning brilliance. Through a haze
of panting lust she saw Chuka, naked, standing beside the bed, his eyes
aglow, his black skin shiny with heated passion. He was slowly stroking his
gigantic black cock. Her eyes widened and her breath rushed out of her
mouth.
It was magnificent! The Father of all Cocks! Bigger and thicker than
either Jumo's or Mantu's; it looked like a huge, ebony tree limb growing,
obscenely, from his groin. The angry purple head with its' snake-eye waved
in front of her hungry eyes. She licked her lips, in lust and blinding
desire.
Kunta's probing tongue had found its' way up her tight asshole and she
mewed with new hunger. She saw the men - all of them - watching her; their
faces tight with lust, their cocks out of their pants, standing straight up,
hard and stiff. Her hips hammered at the nimble spear, and she squirmed her
asshole around the twisting pleasure-giver as a shiver of voyeuristic
pleasure swept over her.
She was the reason for their lust! Her body was the reason for their
desire! They wanted to be entertained! She would give them their wish!
She would give them more than they ever bargained for!
Filled with a wanton desire to display herself, bare her willing body
to all, she pounced on Kunta, like a cat, pushing the surprised woman to her
back. Nimbly, she squirmed around and stuck her head between the strong,
outstretched legs, driving her tongue into the long, hot, pink slash of the
wide open pussy. The coarse pussy-hair scoured her cheeks and the heat of
Kunta's cunt poured out, like a volcano, bathing her face in its' tart
aroma. Her tongue swirled in the lava-like juice and she sucked it down her
throat, savoring the special taste. Cum juice smeared her cheeks.
And the camera captured it all!
She ran her tongue over the big, extended clit; wrapped her lips around
it and sucked it with all her might. Kunta's screamed her passion, then
drove her tongue deep into her blonde-white hole, making her jump and
squirm; her body
rippling with the tremors of exquisite, tiny cums.
Red-faced with exertion, the Princess of Wales snapped her head up.
Brows knitted; a fierce grimace on her face, she tried to scream but the
sound stuck in her throat. Kunta had roughly jammed her middle finger up
her ass and her thumb up her cunt. She could feel the wiggling fingers,
separated only by a thin membrane tissue, straining to touch.
Her hands grabbed Kunta's thighs and she squeezed the flesh painfully,
but the powerful female Zulu did not let go. She stuck her finger up the
woman's burning cunt. Then another, and another, and twisted them around,
slicking them
with Kunta's free-flowing juices. Black hips humped against her hand,
thrusting up, trying to prong her cunt on the sticky fingers; trying to
quench the roaring fire that raged in her body.
Blonde hair in disarray, her mind maddened with lust and fury, she
shoved her fingers deeper and heard the ragged, painful choke in Kunta's
throat. Enflamed, she pulled her dripping hand out of the big woman's cunt
and, with the look of a wild animal on her face, she, viciously, shoved her
entire hand up the gaping, black hole, twisting her wrist around until it
ached, pushing upwards all the time, until her entire fist was buried to the
hilt!
"Aaaaaaah! Aaaaaah! I die!" Kunta screamed, hips bucking in a mad
frenzy as her cunt greased the Princess's fist with cum-juice; tits heaving
as her chest sucked air deep into her burning lungs. Blinding slivers of
pure white
light pierced her brain as the Princess Royal fist-fucked her cunt, making
her cum like a mad-woman.
She pushed the blonde hair from her face; her distinctive hair-do
totally destroyed. Her breathing was hoarse and ragged and her chest ached.
Mesmerized, she stared at her hand, embedded to the wrist in the throbbing
black pussy. She stared in exhausted fascination as Kunta's hairy cunt slid
up her wrist an inch or two and then back down, finally coming to shivering
stop. Slick cum-juice smeared her skin and she could feel the juices slowly
washing
back over her palm and fingers. Her cunt still burned with desire, but her
mind registered a triumph of pleasure.
She had bested the Zulu queen!
Sighing, she pulled her slippery hand out of the hot pussy and dropped
beside the panting woman, her head on her chest. Kunta's big arm encircled
her, coming to rest on a perky, cherry-tipped tit. Gently, she caressed it.
"You are truly a Princess! A Queen worthy of a King," she said in a
low voice, full of admiration. "My juices are still flowing," she said with
a small laugh. "How does the Prince of Wales satisfy a woman such as you?"
she asked.
She giggled. "He doesn't! Today was the first time." she said, her
voice becoming serious, ". . . with you and them! I've never felt this way
before . . . never knew the thrills that . . . their black cocks could give
me. I'm almost pleased that I was taken prisoner, or I would have never
known. God," she said huskily, "I love big black cock!"
"Would that more of your people would think of us in a less bigoted
manner. Imagine the pleasures we could give one another."
Chuka's voice was hard and insistent. She didn't know what he said,
but Kunta quickly leaped to her feet and fetched a canvas bag, extracting a
bottle that looked to be filled with oil.
She saw that his massive cock jutted out at an angle, waving from side
to side; its sheer weight unable to keep it straight up. Saliva filled her
mouth, excitement filled her eyes, and her cunt began to heat up again.
Kunta smeared the oily mixture on Chuka's huge prick and balls, making them
slick and shiny.
"Let me," she said, running to Kunta's side and kneeling in front of
Chuka's straining prick. Her hands slid up the heavily ridged shaft and she
felt it vibrate under her fingers. Her mouth dropped in amazement. It was
bigger than she imagined; fully ten inches long and as thick as a club. She
looked at Kunta in disappointment, "I'll never get this club up my cunt,"
she wailed, "It's bigger than Jumo's!"
Chuka laughed and his chest swelled in pride. "Jumo and Mantu have
prepared you for a King's weapon, Princess," Kunta said seriously, "And the
oil will help ease the way."
"Enough of this woman talk," Chuka snapped. "Prepare yourself, Your
Highness, your King has arrived!"
Trembling with want, she eased herself back into bed; taking in the
looks of anticipation and envy on Jumo's and Mantu's faces. The sight of
their rigid pricks sent chills up her spine, and her mind was filled with
obscene images.
The camera recorded her smile and the graphic gesture her tongue made
to each man.
Chuka's strong arms encircled her pulling her close; his hot cock, hard
against her tingling flesh. His lips were surprisingly soft and his kiss
gentle. She felt the vibrations in her dewy cunt as her arms went around
his neck, and she returned his kiss with all the passion and denied lust of
her body. His tongue entwined with hers, then darted down her throat; his
hands captured her quivering tits and his rough fingers pinched the
steely-hard nipples and stirred her blood to a boiling pitch. Her cunt
squished with hot,
creamy juice that oozed out of her and slide down her thighs like melted
butter.
She grabbed the heels of her feet and spread her legs wide and as the
tip of his gigantic cock-head pushed against the entrance of her
pleasure-raw pussy, she stiffened with fear. Before she could protest his
oiled cock tip penetrated
her cunt, stretching the lips beyond belief. She stared in horror, as the
fat, black pipe began to sink in her blonde-furred hole. The breath rushed
from her heaving chest, and she gasped, almost in pain, as her cuntwalls
were spread
apart by his villainness monster. Her body thrashed from side to side; her
hands clawed the mattress, her toes curled and went rigid, but her legs went
around his muscle-rippling ass, pulling him deeper into her taut, straining
body.
"Agggggggggggh!" she screamed.
Without warning he had plunged his cock all the way in and seated it
deep in her hole, the head at the very entrance of her uterus! Sweat ran
down her forehead and she twisted her head about. Her chest heaved in
exhaustion.
"Your English cunt is made of steel! Never have I felt a pussy this
tight! But you seem to hurt, Princess, shall I remove it?" he asked in a
choked voice.
She grabbed his head and pulled it down, kissing him fiercely, her
tongue searching his open mouth. "Never!" she hissed, "Never! Fuck me!
Fuck me hard! My King! Oh, fuck me with your marvelous black cock!" she
growled, her face a mask of lust and determination.
He smiled and began to slowly move his cock in her stuffed pussy.
Savagely, her legs reared up and around his waist, squeezing him with
surprising power. He stiffened his arms and began to thrust.
She remembered being blinded by hot white light and her mind erupting
in brilliant colors. She remembered the lightening bolts of pleasure
surging through her body as each stroke of his massive cock seemed to set
off a cum; each one becoming bigger than the one before it until they all
seemed to run together. She remembered the wonderfully intense
pleasure-pain as he plunged the full length of his shaft into her pliant
body. She could recall her hot juices running down her asscheeks; her legs
thrown up over his powerful
shoulders, her hands gripping the sides of the mattress as she held on for
dear life. She remembered the savage pride she felt when she succeeded in
sucking his impossibly large cock all the way down her throat; his spurting
cum gushing
straight down her gullet.
Vaguely, she recalled Kunta's smiling face and lusty eyes; her tongue
licking at the streaking juices being released from her body; the soothing
voice that encouraged her to suck on her big nipples while her body shook
with the
violence of her primeval pleasures.
Chuka had been insatiable, and his cock forever hard. He took her
everyway possible, delighting in twisting her body to accommodate his every
lust-filled whim. He had turned her over, face down, on the table and
shouted something, hoarsely, to the others; Jumo and Mantu. Instantly,
their hard cock-heads were pressing against her face, vying for her hot
mouth. Her mouth opened wide when
Chuka pushed his cum-covered prick back into her creamy hole, the force
driving the breath from her body, and both men tried to stuff her face.
They were delightfully surprised when her lust-filled brain make her stretch
wide enough to get both giant heads inside the lovely oval of her hot mouth;
the scene faithfully recorded by the all-seeing eye of the camera.
The hot, obscene images her mind had only peeked at began to come
alive. Now, two cocks assailed her willing body; one in her cunt and one in
her mouth, each man taking turns with one of her gaping openings. And
Kunta's willing
mouth was always there, her hot tongue licking and tickling, driving her to
even greater depths of black madness. Laying across her body, she sucked
the black goddess's pussy while a big cock - she didn't remember whose -
plunged in and out of her ever juicy cunt; the cum-cream washed off by
Kunta's eager tongue.
Cum washed over her body like a tide. She gulped and swallowed, and
licked at it; rubbed it into her face and into the skin of her body. Cum
ran down her cheeks, down her thighs, dribbled off her chin, to her tits,
then down her
stomach. She bathe in it. Reveled in it. She couldn't get enough of it.
Her tender mind was seared with the magic of black lust!
Later, in a sex induced mist she lay on the mattress, her face up, her
tongue gently licking Kunta's pink, scalding pussy. Rich cream dripped into
her open mouth, and onto her cheeks. Squatting above her face, Kunta's body
was bent forward; legs stiff, her ass well up in the air. Dreamily, she
gazed into the steaming caldron of the big woman's sex, fascinated by the
pink cunt walls surrounded by a jungle of thick raven hair. Someone - maybe
Jumo - was playing with her pussy, fingering her clit, keeping her on the
edge. Someone else - maybe Mantu - had an well oiled finger up her asshole
and was slowly twisting it around, lubricating the deep virgin channel and
its' tight opening. Chuka's head rested on her chest, his mouth and tongue
busy with her perky tits. Lazily, her hand played with his tight, cap of
curly black hair.
She was floating on a wonderful cloud of exciting, dangerous black sex
and wished never to come down.
Chuka said something to Jumo in their native tongue. How she yearned
to speak their lovely language!
Then he whispered, "Take heed, Princess. This will be your
introduction to a new wonder of physical pleasure; one that only the
magnificent prick of a Zulu can truly give you."
Jumo stopped playing with her pussy. She saw his black bulk hunker
down behind Kunta's upturned ass, his thick African cock sticking out like a
heavy lance. Kunta was looking back and smiling, a look of lusty
anticipation on her
face. She had seen Kunta get fucked before; what was going to be different
about it this time, she wondered. Then she saw Kunta's brows knit together
and her features tighten in rigid determination. Kunta's body stiffened and
her arms went out to hold her balance.
And she saw the reason - Jumo was sticking his thick cock up her ass!
Her mouth opened in surprise and wonder; her eyes went wide, as she
watched his thick monster disappear between the round asscheeks, up the dark
tunnel of Kunta's rear hole.
"Look, my Princess, at Kunta's face!" Chuka whispered, "Look how it
changes from pain to pleasure! Look how her fat cunt opens and begins to
boil in response! Jumo's assfucking is making her cum!
"Have you ever seen anything so wondrous? Think how it would feel to
have a beautiful Kaffir cock in your pretty cunt, and," he hesitated, "one
up your beautiful, tiny ass."
Mantu wiggled his finger deeper into her bowels, enflaming her mind.
Automatically, she raised her leg to give him greater access - Chuka smiled
when he saw that her wide-open legs were directly facing the camera - but a
small
piece of sanity shouted at her: Impossible! She could never take one of
their cocks up her ass; she was too small! Not Jumo's, not Mantu's, and,
especially, not Chuka's!
Jumo's prick was now seated deep in Kunta's ass and her deep groans of
pleasure and pain played music on her ears. She stared as Jumo began to
draw his fat weapon out of her hole; pulling it out, then sinking it all the
way back in, his hands kneading the pliant flesh of Kunta's asscheeks as he
did. Her mind reeled as the heat from Kunta's cunt poured out of her, and
her own pussy began to squish, throbbing in time to Mantu's vigorous fucking
finger.
You can do it, the lust-filled little voice said to her; you can take
anything they can give you! Haven't you engulfed their cocks with your
mouth, sucked the monsters all the way up your pussy? Do it, the voice
said. Do it! Feel their huge tools entering your ass, your cunt, your
mouth. Give yourself completely! The voice screamed in her brain.
Eagerly, her tongue licked at the spreading pussycream leaking from
Kunta's boiling cunt; sliding forward to wash Jumo's dangling balls as they
slapped against Kunta's asscheeks. Her eyes were heavy and her chest rose
and fell with her harsh breathing. She kissed Chuka deeply, running her
tongue in and out of his mouth. "Yes, my King!" she said softly, "Yes!
Fuck my Royal ass! My pussy! Wash my mouth with your lovely black cum!"
His strong arms pulled her from beneath Kunta's trembling body, letting
the big woman fall forward with Jumo's cock still deep in her ass. Her gasp
was pure pleasure.
Chuka spoke to Mantu, then pulled and pushed her to her hands and
knees, positioning himself in front of her, on his knees, also, his hands
holding her tits firmly.
"Slowly!" he commanded Mantu, who, she saw, was squatting behind her,
"Do not hurt her too much."
"Oh, God! Oh, God!" she moaned. Her body was on fire; her cunt
bubbling with passion, her asshole puckering, but a tremor of fear filled
her brain when she saw Mantu's rearing prick behind her, poised by her ass.
He was the smallest of the three men and yet his cock seemed impossibly big;
too big for her tiny bun-hole.
"Mantu will be gentle," Chuka said, his hands feeling the trembling
fear in her body. "His cock is oiled and he will open you up for Jumo and
for me, then with our manhoods in every part of your body, you will truly be
a Kaffir-loving
wench," he chuckled. "Here, wrap your Royal lips around my shaft and it
will occupy your mind. Suck!"
She hardly heard him speak, her mind and eyes so enrapt with Mantu's
swaying prickhead coming closer and closer to her upturned asshole. Her
mouth opened of its own accord and his black prick filled the warm
moistness, her tongue flicking across the burning knob. Without any
problems, she had swallowed half his fat shaft. Her nostrils flared as his
man odor filled her senses; hungrily, she began to suck the hard, slick,
black flesh.
Hot flashes of light filled her as Mantu rubbed the swollen prickhead
against her dripping cunt, lubricating it and the shaft, adding her own body
fluids to the oil glistening on his throbbing prong. Without warning, he
pushed his rampant cock all the way up her yielding cunt, making her mind
blaze with lust; the once huge cock, now just a joy-filling thickness. Her
eyes misted with rapture from the pleasant invasion.
Kunta's voice reached out to her, the heat of her assfucking making her
body burst with shaking tremors of lust and pleasure, "Oh, yes! Yes, Jumo!"
she yelled, oblivious to the others, "Harder! Fuck my ass, harrrrrrrd!"
The Princess found her mind reeling with envy and desire; her asshole
twitching, agitated by a powerful lusty itch. "Fuck me, Mantu! Fuck my
ass! Open me! Please!" she whined. Her voice was desperate with longing
as Mantu pulled his dripping cock out of her steaming cunt and placed it at
her asshole. She felt the heavy, familiar nudge and her eyes glistened.
Her head bobbed frantically; her mouth sliding all the way down Chuka's
saliva stained prick, then Mantu pushed the fat knob into the tight ring of
her puckered asshole.
"Ugh! Ugggggggh!" she gasped. "Aaaagggghhhhh! . . . oh, Chuka, it
hurts! Oh, God, it's so big! I'm going to die!"
Kunta's glistening face was beside her. "Breathe deeply, My Princess,"
she said, "Relax the muscles of your ass, then the pain will go away."
With a massive physical effort she did as Kunta ordered. The fat
cockhead was in! She could feel the stretched band of her asshole fiercely
gripping Mantu's vibrating prick, squeezing it, making his balls boil with
the urge to plunge his manhood all the way in the virgin shaft. Her mouth
hung open; saliva
dribbling from her mouth, trickling down Chuka's cock. Eyes wide with lust,
he took little notice as he held her quivering body firmly by her tingling
tits.
Mantu's strong black hands wiggled her trembling asscheeks as he gently
worked his slug-like cock all the way up her asshole. Her vision blurred as
sweat trickled into her eyes; her chest heaved and she moaned loudly, but
the
searing pain began to subside, slowly replaced with a new, more intense
sensation; a sensation of perverted pleasure!
A mad itch invaded her cunt and she roughly shoved two fingers up the
hot shaft in a desperate effort to stop it.
"Aaaaaaaah!" she sighed. "Oh, my God! He's in, Chuka! He's all the
way in!" Her voice rose to a crescendo and her breath came in ragged gulps
as Mantu forced his throbbing prick all the way up her ass chute. Her body
lit up with a
strange, exotic rapture; something never before experienced. She had a big,
fat, wonderful, black cock all the way up her lovely white ass! Her sensory
system erupted with wild pleasure.
Mantu's body heaved with the pride and exertion of being the first in
the Princess's asshole. He felt the changes flow through her body; first
pain, then joy, then lust! She was a wonder beyond belief, and his Zulu
heart surged with
love and affection.
"Stick her on my cock, Mantu!" Chuka ordered. Laying on his back, his
gigantic, rampant prick stuck straight up like a burning spear.
Gasping in euphoric pleasure, she felt Mantu stand and with strong
hands lift her off the ground - his cock still deep in her shitter!
Suspended precariously from his staunch cock, her legs went back around him
as she tried to maintain her delicate balance. Her cunt was flowing like
hot Maple syrup, thick and rich.
Never had she felt so full before!
Her fingers frigged herself, driving her cunt towards release, her mind
oblivious to everything except the heat surging in her body. Chuka pulled
her dripping fingers out of her cunt, and spread the furry lips wide with
his thumbs. She grunted and sucked air into her lungs as his large,
angry-looking cockhead split her gash and wiggled into her cunt. His hips
bucked and he groaned as the searing heat of her pussy surrounded his
prickhead.
Slowly and carefully, Mantu positioned her, turning her hips slightly
to accept his Leader's mammoth cock, never allowing his own to escape her
throbbing asshole. Sweat rolled off his body like small, raging streams as
he fought to control the tightness in his ballsac. How he wanted to flood
the lovely pale-white ass with his Zulu cum.
"Aaaaaaaah! Oooooooo!" she mewed as her cunt was stuffed with Chuka's
massive dong. "Oh, yessssss," she moaned, "Oh, yes! . . . so goooood!" Her
voice was choked with primitive passions; her body exploding with each new
inch of fat cock that entered her willing body. She stared outward, eyes
glazed, body sizzling; hardly aware of anything except the delights each
black cock was giving her.
Sandwiched between the two large black men, she was hardly aware of
Kunta's active mouth, sucking her swollen nipples, adding tingling, tiny
pleasures to the violent tidal waves that crashed over her again and again.
Her brain reeled as Chuka and Mantu stroked their massive rods up her
grasping fuck holes, driving her towards total insanity. Her fevered brain
registered Kunta's hands squeezing her mouth open; Jumo stuffing it with
thick, throbbing cock; the
pungent aroma and sharp taste of Zulu ass still clinging to it. Like a
bitch in heat, she started sucking on it.
Every hole in her vibrating body was filled with big,thick, black cock!
The rolling camera caught the image of her grinding hips and thrusting
ass; her wildly sucking mouth; heard the choked moans of primitive passion
escaping from her throat. But it could not capture the searing rapture that
engulfed her body and her brain, or see her twitching cunt and grasping
asshole squeeze the pleasure from the pounding cocks.
She felt their pricks stiffen and swell up as their balls prepared to
rush the love-juice into her waiting body. Her body surged as the screams
of release penetrated her whirling mind; hers the loudest of them all. Her
pussy exploded with white-hot heat as hot cum splashed in her cunt and ass,
shooting deep; washing the walls of her love channels with waves of rushing
juice; overflowing her holes with excess. Her lips buried themselves in
Jumo's thick cock-hair; his cockhead down her throat. She squeezed his
dangling balls and was rewarded with a surge of gushing, sticky-sweet cum.
Each of her quivering love holes milked the shrinking cocks, squeezing
the last dregs from them; her body craving cum like an addict. Along with
Kunta, she licked stray globs of shiny juice from her face and arms. Kunta
licked her tits and stomach, mewing like a cat over a dish of rich cream.
"I love you all," she whispered softly.
Chuka smiled and nodded to Kunta, "Take her and clean her up; dress
her, too. It is almost time."
He had watched her stagger away, eying her heaving flanks. If there
was time he had thought, he would sample the tender white ass, too.
Marvelous! What a woman! He had gotten much more than he had bargained
for. He had looked at the camera; still recording. Much more.
Warm water cascaded over her body, soothing her; refreshing her mind
and body. Kunta attended her like a hand maiden; washing her, towelling her
dry, then helping her to dress.
What have I done? she wondered. Fucked and sucked three black Zulu's;
sucked black Zulu pussy; had my cunt and asshole stretched beyond belief;
wallowed in their cum-juice; debased herself completely. Have I? No, she
thought. No, I didn't! I just lived the most intense fantasy any woman -
even a Princess - ever had! She smiled and then she heard the noise.
"Hide her!" Chuka shouted, "It's the Police and the Army, too."
To her, he said, "We never meant you harm, Princess. Here," he thrust
a video tape at her, "keep this in remembrance, and try not to think too
harshly of us."
He spate orders at Kunta and then he was gone. She remembered the
fear, even more loathsome than before, as Kunta pushed her into a closet and
told her to keep down. She cringed in the darkness, and then the noise
exploded around her.
They found her; the SAS soldiers, apparently none the worst for her
experience; shaken, but seemingly in good condition. They didn't find the
video tape that she jammed beneath her suit jacket. They were all dead.
Even Kunta.
The Police and the soldiers thought the tears she shed were ones of relief.
No, I was not molested. Yes, they did treat me a bit rough, but I was
unharmed. No, I don't need a doctor, just some sleep. Thank you; I'm ever
so grateful.
Later, she heard them say that there had been a leak; an informer who
led them right to them. That's how it ended; eighteen months ago. But not
for the most wonderful forty-eight hours of her life, she had thought.
"Your Highness? Your Highness we're here." There was concern in the
faraway voice and it brought her back to reality. "Are you all right,
Madam?"
"Oh . . . yes! Yes, of course. I was just daydreaming. I'm sorry if
I startled you." She rewarded the man with her famous smile.
They escorted her to the door of Mandy's flat. She waited until they
were safely down the stair before knocking.
"Hello, old girl," Mandy said with a wide grin. "How's things in the
Princess business?"
"Bloody horny!" she giggled.
"Well, look what I got for you!" Mandy opened the wardrobe door. Two
young, large Blacks were standing in their jockey shorts, squeezed together.
"It's about fucking time," the larger one said, pushing his way out.
She eyed his muscular body, and the thick bulge at his crotch. Heat
filled her cunt with expectation and her smile went wide.
"Hey, it's no bullshit! You really are . . ."
"No," she said, interrupting the smaller one, "I just look like her.
Everybody tells me that."
The large one eyed her suspiciously. "Bullshit!" he finally said. She
laughed and opened the buttons of her blouse. The nipples of her bare tits
were hard and erect. She patted his cheek and rubbed her body up against
his hard
blackness, feeling the excitement.
"If that's what you want to believe, go ahead," she said groping for
his stiffening cock. "Tie me up to the bed and stick that fat, black cock
in me; make believe you're getting a Royal piece of ass."
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