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Title: Harem'd [2/3]
Author: Knickers
Universe: Nicola Adventures
Keywords: M+F, exhib, interr, reluc, spank, humil, Mdom, bd, mc?
Summary: Nicola and Angela are kidnapped by an African prince and whisked away to join his harem.
Disclaimer: The following story contains
sex scenes and rude words. It's fairly
tame, and I'm pretty broad-minded, but the
decency laws in most states would require
it not be read by persons under 18. Also,
if you're offended by adult themes, you
should probably leave now.
More importantly, this tale features women
presented as sexual objects. There is
nothing wrong with this as they are only
fictional characters. I urge readers,
especially young males, to not regard real
women in this way.
This work is (C) 2003 the author. Permission
is granted to freely distribute, provided
it is not altered in any way. It may not be
posted to any website or included in any
archive without the author's permission.
There is no Nicola. All characters are
fictitious. The situations are made-up.
This is only a fantasy, and any similarity
to real persons, events & institutions is
pure coincidence.
The "Nicola Adventures" are a series of
erotic stories about an Australian model-
turned-actress who travels to Hollywood to
find stardom.
Author's note: This is the 20th and final
Nicola Adventure. It isn't necessary to
read all the previous stories to follow
this one, but it wouldn't hurt. Visit the
website http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/knickers/www . As
well as all the episodes, you'll find
author's notes, reader feedback, and movie
reviews.
Harem'd (M+F exhib interr reluc spank humil
Mdom bd mc?) [Part 2/3]
(Continued from Part 1)
Dawn rolled beautifully, majestically
across the African landscape. Brilliant
sunlight lanced through the open windows of
the palace, falling across the naked,
dozing body of certain little starlet.
From somewhere in the palace came the
distant sound of music- strange, Arabesque
music with singing in a foreign tongue.
Nicola opened her eyes and for a moment
wondered if she hadn't woken into a dream.
Then it came back to her: the day before,
being kidnapped by Akumba, examined by
Pumbo, her ordeal at the hands of Prince
Seseke and finally her 'pampering' at the
hands of Princess Amaria.
There was no sign of her now, Nicola was
alone in bed. The only trace of their
liaison was the snail trail all over
Nicola's cover-girl face.
She and Angela had been missing for a day
now, how long before they were missed?
Surely it wouldn't be too long, they were
both in demand for acting and modeling
assignments. But would a search party come
for them, all the way from North Africa
down the coast to Malabunga?
It looked like for the foreseeable future,
Nicola would have to get used to being a
slavegirl.
She got up from the bed and padded barefoot
across the room. Hardly surprisingly, there
were no clothes for her to wear, not even
the cute little slavegirl outfit they had
provided for her yesterday. Never mind,
after yesterday Nicola doubted there was
anything left in the palace who hadn't seen
her bare ass.
There were two doors out of the bedchamber.
The first one Nicola tried was locked from
the other side. The other opened with a
satisfying click, opening into a darkened
corridor.
Nicola tiptoed down that and found herself
standing before another door. She had the
sense to put her ear to it and listened
first.
The sounds of women, laughing, splashing.
Nicola opened the door and found to her
chagrin that her bid for freedom had only
led her to the bathroom.
It looked like the same bathroom she and
Angela had been taken to yesterday. It was
dominated by a huge simmering tub, big
enough to hold several football teams
should the girls ever throw an orgy. For
now it was only occupied by a couple of the
slavegirls. At one end Charlotte and
Isabella splashed about and giggled in what
might've been either mucking around or
foreplay. At the end closest to Nicola,
luxuriating in the warm water, was her
long-time rival and now companion-in-
slavery, Angela. She was lying back, her eyes
closed and her modest boobs pushed high
toward the mirrored ceiling, a look of
utter contentment on her face.
Nicola slipped into the water next to her,
surrendering her luscious body to the
soothing waters. "Angela!" she hissed.
The bitchy beauty opened her eyes. "Oh
hello, Knickers. I'm glad you're awake. I
wanted to talk to you."
Nicola barely contained her surprise at
this uncharacteristically warm greeting
from Angela. "I wanted to talk to you too.
We need to..."
"You have to tell me about last night,"
Angela cut her off. "The Prince. You were
with him, you have to tell me what he- what
*It* was like!"
Her eyes shone bright, just as they had
done yesterday in the throne room, the
moment Angela had caught saw of Prince
Seseke's dick. Nicola stared at her in
utter disbelief. Angela Monroe, bitch queen
of Hollywood, had fallen hopelessly in love
with that awful man's cock!
Well, thought Nicola, the first step in
getting out of here had to be getting
Angela back to her arrogant, conceited
self.
"Angela," she said, "I'm so glad you're
here to share this with me. I was a little
anxious about the thought of spending the
rest of my life as a slavegirl, but if you
can do it so can I."
"Sure," she said with a warm smile. (Had
Angela ever smiled warmly??? This was
serious!)
Nicola put her arm around Angela's
shoulder, drawing her close against her
naked body. "Here we are, the two of us,
former adversaries now sisters in the
harem."
Angela's smile faltered slightly but she
recovered. "Yes, sisters."
"Putting our old Hollywood lives behind
us," Nicola continued. "Just imagine, right
now some lesser actress is landing a role
that really should've gone to you."
Angela's face twitched. Nicola knew she was
on to something here.
"Some big-boob bimbo with all her talent in
her chest. But I bet she'd trade everything
to be where you are now." She glanced over
at Angela who seemed deep in thought.
Nicola went in for the kill. She brought
her luscious lips close to Angela's ear and
whispered:
"No more having to go on modeling
assignments, or being in movies, or
hobnobbing with the glitterati. Just
sitting around waiting on some guy's
cock... for the rest of your life."
"Fuck!" snapped the raven-haired beauty.
She leapt out of the bath, her lean naked
body glistening. "Fuck fuck fuck!" she
squealed, jumping up and down in barely
suppressed rage.
Nicola smirked. "So you've changed your
mind about being a slavegirl?"
A savage frown crossed her pretty face.
"Screw this! I've got a career to get back
to."
"Well, it's time we start thinking how to
get out of this place and back home to
Hollywood."
Before the two starlets could put their
heads together, Susan strode into the
lavish bathroom followed closely by the
other girls.
"Attention, please, everyone!" she called
in her clipped English accent, clapping her
hands loudly.
The girls hushed instantly and gathered
around Susan. Nicola and Angela joined
them.
"I've got some good news and some bad
news," she announced. "First, the bad news.
Their Highnesses, the Prince and Princess,
will be gone for a few days on a
conference."
A groan of disappointment arose from the
assembled slavegirls. Nicola glanced around
at their crestfallen faces, more than a
little glad she wasn't one of their number.
Marie seemed particularly devastated. "'Ow
can I go wiz out ze big black cock?"
"Gimme a break," murmured Angela and rolled
her eyes. Nicola thought with some
satisfaction that if it weren't for her,
Angela would be agreeing with the little
French cutie-pie.
"Now for the good news," said Susan with a
glean in her eyes that suggested she was
just busting to tell them. She gave a
naughty smile. "While they are gone, His
Highness has suggested this might be a good
time to hold this year's Miss Malabunga
contest."
The reaction from the girls was astounding.
One moment they were moping around,
heartbroken, the next they were literally
jumping around and squealing with glee.
"Miss Malabunga? But none of us are native
Malabunganese." Angela pointed out.
"It's not... an official title," replied
Susan. The others giggled, and Nicola got
the feeling they were planning on having
some fun at the new girl's expense.
"It's a special beauty contest," explained
Isabella. "Only white girls participate."
Their attempts to get more information on
the contest were only met with schoolgirl
titters.
"Come on Knickers," said Angela. "It's only
a beauty contest. We might as well stick
around, it could be fun."
"But there's something fishy going on!"
Nicola insisted, her pretty brow knotted
anxiously. "What kind of beauty contest
would go on in a place like this?" She well
remembered the last 'beauty contest' she'd
last taken part in.
"Oh, come on," scoffed Angela. She crossed
her arms across her petite chest and threw
Nicola a haughty smirk. "Wassa matter,
scared I'll beat you?"
Nicola rolled her eyes. Angela and her damn
competitive streak! Still, she guessed it
wouldn't matter too much if they waited
around a few days before they made their
bid for freedom.
**********
The enthusiasm of the harem girls was high,
and they all disappeared to their various
apartments in high spirits. Even Angela was
looking forward to it.
Their eagerness made Nicola think. They'd
all been brainwashed to worship Prince
Seseke's dick. This contest (apparently)
had nothing to do with Malabunga's ruling
organ. So, why the excitement?
The girls, even Susan, were in no mood to
tell, so Nicola would just have to wait and
see. She had the strangest feeling it
wasn't going to be terribly pleasant.
So, what does a slavegirl wear to a beauty
pageant? Clothing had, of late, become
rather problematic. Or rather, not. Apart
from the outfit she had been given (and
subsequently lost when Seseke's guards had
stripped her), Nicola had literally nothing
to wear. No-one seemed to mind her
traipsing around the harem stark naked.
Therefore, she spent the rest of the day
worrying.
The day of the contest dawned and Nicola
was still none the wiser. However, when she
got out of bed she discovered someone had
left her a small present: sitting on her
dresser was a little blue bikini.
She slipped it on and admired herself in
her bedroom mirror. It was the sort of very
flattering swimsuit that she normally wore,
either in one of her movies, on a
photoshoot, or when just lounging around
the house.
Nicola's spectacular 38-inch boobs
threatened to pop out of the tiny top. The
cups were designed to only cover the bottom
half of her breasts, with the effect of
putting the top swell of bosom enchantingly
on display. As Nicola posed for herself,
turning to admire herself from all angles,
her boobs would bob and sway alarmingly,
drawing the viewers attention to them.
The bottoms were just a slip of a g-string,
custom designed to showcase Nicola's
stunning ass. Being a professional model
for many years, Nicola had always kept
herself in the peak of physical condition
and when she put on revealing outfits like
this, it showed.
The final effect of the bikini was to leave
her practically naked but still covered
within the bounds of decency, offering
onlookers tantalizing glimpses of the
treasures that lay just beneath that scanty
little bathing suit.
The final touch was a pair of white pumps.
Nicola slipped her dainty feet into those
awfully-expensive shoes and then went in
search of her fellow harem girls.
Her heels tapping across the palace's
marble floors, Nicola followed the sound of
giggling until she found them.
The girls were all assembled in a dressing
room attached to something called "The Hall
of Heroes" (at least, that's what the
plaque on the door read). Nicola gaped in
surprise at her fellow slavegirls: they
were all dressed identically in the same
little blue bikini. Of course, they weren't
all built like Nicola. Angela and Isabella
were tall, slim and had petite chests.
Charlotte, on the other hand, was a little
shorter and her enormous tits put quite a
strain on her hapless bikini top.
As she entered all the girls were chatting
away excitedly to each other, obviously
looking forward to the show they were about
to put on.
"Knickers!" hissed Angela. "Where have you
been? Trying to shoe-horn those udders into
that bikini? Never mind, you're finally
here. You talk to these cock-crazed bimbos,
try and get some answers out of them."
Nicola turned to her fellow harem girls.
They were all staring at her, smirking.
Marie raised her hand to her mouth and
murmured something to Isabella and they
both started giggling again.
This gave Nicola a sinking feeling in her
tummy. She was in for something bad, she
knew it!
"Susan," she pleaded, "we need to know.
What's this 'Miss Malabunga' all about?"
"Well..." the English rose replied, "it's
sort of an annual tradition here in the
palace. A little treat for the Prince's
personal bodyguard."
"Bodyguard?" chipped in Angela. "What, are
they the audience or something?"
"They're the audience all right," Charlotte
replied. "Judges too."
"And," chimed in the adorable Isabella,
"they award the prize." This last remark
was delivered with a very broad grin.
"Prize? What prize?" asked Nicola. "What
does the winner get?"
The slavegirls exchanged knowing glances.
"Everything!" cried Susan and they all
burst out laughing.
Just then the door into the dressing room
swung open and in sauntered the officious
Pumbo. The girls all stopped laughing and
snapped to attention like half-naked
soldiers. Nicola and Angela followed suit
with less military precision.
The pompous little Negro scowled at the
collection of captured white girls. "The
contest is about to start! This is very
important for the morale of His Highness's
royal guard. What is all this noise?" He
carried a wicked short riding crop-style
whip, which he flicked viciously at them.
The girls all looked crestfallen. "I'm
sorry, Master Pumbo," said Susan, shuffling
her feet nervously. "We were... we were
having a little fun at the expensive of the
new girls."
Pumbo turned to look at Nicola and Angela
and broke into a broad grin. "So...
American, Australian, you have not been
told of the details of our little beauty
contest, have you?"
"No, sir," said Nicola warily.
"Well, you're in for a treat... especially
if one of you gets voted Miss Malabunga!"
Pumbo started laughing, his fat body
rippling.
"But- but we don't even know what we're
supposed to do!" wailed Nicola, despairing
she'd ever know what was going on until it
was too late.
Pumbo sighed. "It's very simple, my pretty
little bimbo. I will MC the show. When you
hear your names called come out onto the
stage. Do your little turn, then go and
stand next to the other girls. Then we
vote, and crown one of you Miss Malabunga."
"That's it?" asked Angela.
"That's it" Pumbo smirked, and the girls
let out a snigger.
"Come!" he cried. "The heroes of Malabunga
await, and they demand their entertainment.
And entertain them you will, or else!" This
inspiring little speech was punctuated with
a sizzle of the whip through the air.
Pumbo waddled past the slavegirls, up a
short flight of steps and through a door. A
moment later Nicola heard a drunken roar
that sounded like several dozen men
cheering at once. The girls clustered at
the bottom of the stairwell, listening.
Pumbo was launching into his spiel, but as
it was all in Malabunganese Nicola couldn't
understand it. Every so often Pumbo's voice
would rise in pitch and be drowned out in
lecherous laughter. The other girls had, in
the course of their captivity, picked up a
few words of their owner's language and
from their reaction it sounded like Pumbo's
material was a little blue.
"I do declare," giggled Charlotte, fanning
herself and blushing.
"What?" Nicola asked.
"It loses a little in translation, but
Master Pumbo has just insinuated that white
women are... rather partial to the amorous
attentions of farm animals."
Suddenly, Pumbo switched to English. "And
now, brave warriors, for your pleasure, I
give you the contestants vying for the
coveted title Miss Malabunga!"
More hollering from the unseen crowd.
Despite herself, Nicola was flushed with
excitement. She was a born exhibitionist
and loved performing before an audience, so
the thought of getting up before a group of
cheering men did appeal to her.
Maybe she was wrong? Maybe this was just a
little innocent beauty contest put on for
the benefit of a few otherwise-bored
soldiers?
While Nicola was daydreaming, Pumbo called
out Susan's name. With a few words of
encouragement from the others, the prim,
blonde little English rose scampered up the
stairwell and disappeared through the door.
The noise her entrance made was deafening.
Nicola stood with the others, straining to
hear what was going on. It was mostly just
a haze of noise, men cheering and laughing,
with some yelling in Malabunganese. This
went on for several minutes before Pumbo's
voice bellowed out over the top of it:
"Let's hear it for Susan, a damn fine piece
of ass and a credit to her race! Next up
from Georgia, USA, comes a girl with tits
you could ski down. Charlotte!"
With a shriek of delight, Charlotte dashed
up the stairs, her mammoth boobs bouncing
under her tiny bikini. As she disappeared
through the door, yet another roar of
salacious delight accompanied her.
And so it went on, each of the eager
slavegirls called out in order, and each of
them disappearing through those doors,
until only Nicola and Angela were left.
The raven-haired beauty stood with her
hands on her shapely hips, exuding an air
of superiority. "So, Knickers, you won't be
too jealous when I'm crowned Miss Malabunga
and you're not?"
Nicola knew that this wasn't the time or
place for their usual competitive
relationship but she couldn't help a
burning desire to win the contest just to
put snooty Angela's nose out of joint. She
opened her mouth to make a cutting reply
when suddenly Pumbo's voice rang out:
"Our next contestant is a young lady new to
Malabunga and it's innovative race
relations policies. I know that you'll all
do your best to make her feel welcome.
Please put your hands together for Nicola!"
Trying to take that intro purely at face
value, Nicola took a deep breath, adjusted
her bikini top so that her boobs were as
covered as much as possible, tugged on her
g-string so that it was firmly wedged
between her ass cheeks, and made up way up
the stairs and through that mysterious
door.
The moment she stepped through, Nicola was
overwhelmed by blinding bright lights and
the raucous noise arising from her agitated
audience. She stood there dumbfounded for a
second or two before she managed to get her
bearings.
She was standing on a stage, of sorts.
Except it wasn't really that high and she
was well within groping distance of the
crowd. The lights were brighter than she
expected, and Nicola had to put her hand to
her brow to get a good look at them.
There were at least 50 of them. Big, black
men, each of them stripped to the waist and
glistening with sweat. They were all
crammed into the small 'Hall of Heroes',
clustered around the stage, staring up at
Nicola in much the same way a hungry man
drools over a steak. Nicola, dressed in
nothing but her skimpy little bikini, felt
small and vulnerable in front of those big
strong boys.
From speakers came the booming sound of
African music, heavy with a pulsing drum
beat. Nicola realized she was supposed to
dance. Slowly, tentatively, she began to
undulate her body.
The music washed over her. Nicola
surrendered herself willingly to the
African rhythms, unlike the way she
resisted surrendering herself to these
African men. She writhed her luscious body
to the beat, gyrating lewdly for the
benefit of her bawling audience. Her boobs
bounced wildly with every step, threatening
to spill out of the miniscule bikini top,
and part of Nicola wished they would.
Nicola danced her way down the stage,
wiggling her ass, a sea of black hands
reaching out to stroke her. Nicola laughed,
turning, daring them to do so. As she did
so she noticed Pumbo scowling and
frantically gesturing at her. A split
second later Nicola glanced over at the
other girls and realized what he was trying
to tell her.
The four of them were standing in a row,
posing like models with hands on hips, one
leg pointed out in front of them, chest
thrust out. And they were grinning,
obviously enjoying themselves. All of them-
Susan, Marie, Charlotte and Isabella, each
had a something blue dangling off their
left arm.
It was their bikinis.
The four slavegirls were standing there on
stage completely naked. Under those hot
stage lights they had begun to sweat, and
their delectable bodies glistened with
moisture. Nicola gaped at them, utterly
exposed, bare breasts pert and four little
muffs trimmed into landing strips (as
Prince Seseke demanded).
That was what Pumbo wanted from her. This
was not just a regular beauty contest, this
was a strip show! There wasn't much Nicola
could do about it even if she wanted to.
Carried away by the music, the roar of the
crowd, the excitement, Nicola was seized by
a desire to strip nude too.
Without a hint of shame, Nicola turned back
to face the men of the royal guard. Still
dancing she reached behind her back, her
delicate fingers tugging at the knot that
held her bikini top in place. The material
fell away, but before it could fall off
completely Nicola caught it and held it
loosely in place. Smirking naughtily, she
danced on, her bikini top hanging loosely
against her impressive tits.
Looking down on the men, teasing them, was
like a reversal of power for Nicola. Here
she was, the slavegirl, their plaything,
but as she slowly peeled her clothes for
them Nicola realized they were slaves to
their own lust. They chanting over and over
again in English, "Tits! Tits! Tits!"
The thought made the adorable Aussie
starlet laugh out loud with glee. Time to
give them what they wanted!
Like a spokesmodel on a gameshow, Nicola
posed on the stage. Slowly she pulled away
the top, revealing her twin globes for the
men. They roared in unison, stamping their
feet. Nicola was so excited now her breath
was racing, causing her bare boobs to heave
up and down, much to her audience's
delight.
But there was still more to come. Nicola
reached for the tiny strip of blue, the
only thing standing between her salivating
pussy and those baying black men.
Enough with the teasing, she thought.
Nicola wanted to do something with impact!
She grabbed the bikini bottoms in both
hands and yanked. There was a brief sound
of ripping before then came away
completely, nothing more than shreds of
cloth.
Howls of approval arose from the assembled
Africans, their grinning faces turned up
toward her. The naked Nicola stood panting
with exhilaration for a moment or too,
basking in the glow of their adoration,
before she retired downstage with the other
girls and posed next to them with her
bikini draped over her arm.
"Our final contestant tonight for the Miss
Malabunga is a stuck-up little American
girl who has yet to fully appreciate her
new station in life. Hopefully, we can
change all that tonight. Please welcome,
Angela!"
The door swung open and in sauntered
Angela. Ever the professional, the bitchy
beauty strode onstage with an obviously
fake smile plastered across her face. When
the sight of her howling Negro audience hit
her that phony look faltered somewhat and
Angela looked distinctly queasy.
For a moment Nicola felt a surge of
satisfaction at Angela's distress. But this
quickly dissolved into sympathy. They were
in this together.
Angela struggled to recover from that
initial shock. Once again the music started
and Angela tried to dance, wiggling her ass
for the guardsmen. But she was not the most
accomplished dancer at the best of times.
Nicola watched as she tried to shimmy her
lithe, bikini-clad body down the stage. The
raven-haired beauty was already sweating
with anxiety, her muscular body glistening
under the lights. Slowly, awkwardly, she
danced towards those hands that were
reaching up to stroke her snowy white
flesh.
Angela didn't linger too long near for the
audience to get a good grope. Blushing
profusely she turned to make her way back
up the stage. It was then she caught sight
of Nicola and the other girls, standing
naked in a row. Angela stopped short and
let out an audible gasp.
This was met with hoots of delight from her
black spectators, who seemed to be enjoying
her obvious discomfort more than the
willing shows the other girls had put on.
The chorus they took up had a jeering
quality to it: "Tits! Tits! Tits!"
Pumbo, however, was not amused. "Strip!" he
roared. Angela froze, shaking her head.
Pumbo's arm snapped out and the whip
sizzled against her bare thigh.
Angela let out a squeal of pain and tried
to retreat but there was nowhere to go.
"OK, OK," she pleaded. A whoop of
triumphant glee erupted from the men. Pumbo
merely glowered at her, brandishing the
whip in case of more reluctance.
Angela turned back to her audience. Slowly,
she began to untie her bikini string. The
guardsmen all craned forward, not wanting
to miss a moment of her little show.
Angela's fumbling fingers finally got the
skimpy garment loose and it popped free
from her small, pointy breasts.
Although Angela's career as a Hollywood
starlet meant she was no stranger to
dancing naked in front of a crowd, unlike
Nicola she usually had a more mercenary
motive than just because she was enjoying
herself. So, her perky little tits pointing
out at the salivating men, Angela tried to
dance for their leering pleasure.
"All the way!" barked Pumbo. Angela jumped.
The tiny blue bikini bottoms were the only
thing separating those hungry black eyed
from her pussy. But she complied
nevertheless, again fumbling with the
complicated knots that concealed her
modesty.
Angela closed her eyes and let the garment
slip away, cheers and applause greeting her
acquiescence to their eager demands.
Finally, the music came to an end and
Angela was able to scuttle back and stand
next to Nicola.
"Ok," she whispered, "This is one contest I
don't care about winning."
Pumbo raised his hands to settle the
excited guardsmen. "Now that you've seen
the contestants in all their glory it's
time for you, brave heroes of Malabunga to
decide which of these beauties shall have
the honor of being crowned."
The men of the audience started whispering
to each in low voices, occasionally giving
out a booming laugh. Pumbo moved behind the
girls. Nicola felt herself tense, not so
much in hope of winning but a funny feeling
she really didn't want to win this contest!
Pumbo moved to the end of the line and held
his hand over Susan's head. "Alright
gentlemen, let's hear your appreciation for
contestant #1, the prim English rose with
an insatiable hunger for black cock!"
Susan grinned as if to sheepishly
acknowledge the truth of Pumbo's
description. The applause for her was
respectable if a little restrained.
"Brothers, contestant #2. The forefathers
of our American brethren were slaves to her
forefathers. Now she's our slave! How's
that for progress? Give it up for our tasty
Georgia peach."
If Charlotte showed any embarrassment at
being sniggered about so openly by these
black men she didn't show it. Instead she
waved excited to the clapping crowd,
obviously hoping to win.
"Contestant #3, from Italy, her hobbies
include fashion, music, and being a bitch-
slut for whatever black cock is closest to
hand!"
Likewise, Isabella accepted Pumbo's jibe as
if it was a compliment.
"The fatter the better for contestant #4.
Put this little beauty on your cock and
hear her scream for more."
Marie giggled with delight at this. As her
applause echoed through the hall of heroes,
Nicola braced herself for whatever
'flattering' remark Pumbo was going to make
about her.
His dark hand hovered ominously over her
chestnut-colored hair. Pumbo seemed to
sense her anxiety and deliberately drew the
moment out.
"Now, my brothers of the Royal Guard,
contestant #5 is something a little
special. As I said, she is a newcomer both
to the harem and the Miss Malabunga
contest. Now, my sweet little treasure, how
about telling us all what prize the winner
of this contest will receive?"
A hush fell over the hall. All of the men
stared at Nicola, smirking.
"Um, I don't know," she replied in a small
voice. This was met with peals of raucous
laughter.
"You hear that, boys?" taunted Pumbo. "She
doesn't know!" Pumbo gently stroked her
cheek. "What do you think it is, hmm? A new
car? A pretty new dress?"
Nicola never felt more uncomfortable in her
entire life. The gorgeous little Aussie was
onstage, stark naked and being teased. She
squirmed under their mocking gaze, wishing
she were anywhere else.
"Perhaps you will win and then you'll find
out for yourself firsthand!"
The audience reaction Nicola got from this
little performance easily surpassed any of
the other girls, and Nicola ruefully
realized she might just do that after all.
"Last, but not least, contestant #6. Not
much up here, unfortunately..." Pumbo
reached around and grabbed Angela's left
boob, causing her to squeal in indignant
surprise. "...but I'm sure she can be put
to use in some capacity." Pumbo finished on
a lascivious wink that left no-one, least
of all Angela, in doubt about whatever
'duties' he was referring to.
This got plenty of hoots and hollers from
the men.
"So," cried Pumbo, "we have the finalists,
our 2 new acquisitions! Come on, boys, it's
your choice. Which one of these fine pieces
of ass should we crown Miss Malabunga?"
His hand darted back and forth over Nicola
and Angela's heads as Pumbo gauged the
audience's support for each girl. Finally,
much to Nicola's displeasure, he settled over hers.
"We have a winner!" cried Pumbo. The crowd
roared their approval. Nicola glanced over
at the other girls, who were clapping and
smiling, and (she thought) looking more
than a little envious. Except for a
relieved Angela.
Pumbo gently took her by the elbow and led
her to the center of the stage. Waves of
applause washed over Nicola, swelling her
with pride.
Maybe this wasn't so bad after all?
Pumbo produced a small crown and a sash
that read 'Miss Malabunga'. Nicola was
absolutely delighted as he draped those
trophies of office over her nude body. She
adjusted the sash so that it provided a
little coverage and gave a cheery wave to
the crowd.
"Thank-you," Nicola gushed. "Now, what do I
really win?"
The fat little bureaucrat grinned broadly.
"This," he smirked.
Quicker than Nicola could've imagined,
Pumbo's chubby hands darted out and gave
her a shove. With a squeak of surprise the
starlet lurched forward and fell off the
stage. The assembled guardsmen were
obviously waiting for this because they
caught her easily and, with a shout of
victory, hoisted the naked Nicola into the
air.
Nicola wriggled furiously but there was
nothing she could do. Several strong black
hands were clamped around her arms and
legs. Any sense of decorum the Miss
Malabunga Beauty Contest might've had went
out the window, and the audience/judges
quite freely groped Nicola's bare ass and
squeezed her heaving boobs.
The men carried her across the Hall of
Heroes towards what looked suspiciously
like a bench with stirrups. Nicola was laid
down on her back with her legs yanked far
apart and locked into place in the
stirrups. Her hands were pulled back behind
her head and likewise shackled in place.
She was still wearing the 'Miss Malabunga'
sash, and someone retrieved her crown from
the floor and daintily placed it on
Nicola's head.
Not for the first time since arriving in
Malabunga, Nicola found herself forced into
a very exposed position. Looking down the
length of her body, Nicola could see her
juicy pink pussy open and vulnerable to
whatever the guardsmen had in mind.
As their excited black faces clustered
around her, Nicola could guess what that
was.
The Aussie starlet writhed briefly against
her bonds, but she quickly realized the
undulations of her glistening naked torso
only made them more aroused. It was
probably best, she thought, to just lie
back and enjoy this.
There was some jabbering in Malabunganese
and jostling as the guardsmen crowded
around Nicola's open legs as if she was a
buffet table. There was a great deal of
stroking and prodding of Nicola's tender
parts going on and she began to feel her
pulse race with desire.
One of the men- a particularly large brute
who must've had some seniority- positioned
himself in the prime spot right between
Nicola's thighs. A meaty black paw pushed
inside her. Nicola let out a gasp as his
fingers went to work on her pussy, slipping
between her salivating lips and gently
fingering her labia.
That got the starlet panting in no time.
Her black paramour grinned in simple
delight at the reaction he was able to
elicit from the captured cutie. He ran one
finger down the inside of Nicola's cunt
then raised it dripping wet into the air
and said something in Malabunganese that
caused his companions to burst out
laughing.
Nicola didn't know what he was saying but
there was only one language she understood
right now- the language of lust. There was
hands all around her, squeezing her
sensitive boobs, caressing her white skin,
roaming over the most intimate places.
Despite her imprisonment Nicola was horny
and she desperately wanted these big black
boys to fuck her silly.
The starlet began to wriggle against her
bonds again, but this time she wasn't
trying to escape. The chorus of whimpers
and moans that escaped her succulent lips
let everyone know Nicola was coming around
to their way of thinking.
The big guy kicked off his red silk pants.
Nicola glimpsed the monster rearing up from
between his legs (and hers!) and gasped. If
Prince Seseke thought he was something
special, he should take the time to
'inspect' his guards. Not for the first
time, the adorable Aussie marveled at how
wonderful the Negro cock was.
A hush fell across the men, and the Hall of
Heroes was quiet except for the sound of
Nicola's rapid breathing. The head of her
would-be lover's penis glistened in the dim
light. Maneuvering the beast with both
hands he pressed that moist helmet against
Nicola's bare thigh and traced snail-trails
on her goosepimped flesh.
Nicola shivered. She raised her bum into
the air as far as her bonds would allow,
trying to force her cunt toward him, urging
the giant guardsman to stuff her
deliciously as soon as possible.
Two big hands hooked underneath Nicola's
thighs as the guardsman positioned his
outsized pussy-plunger at the mouth of her
cunt.
With a clench of his bare buttocks, the
guardsman eased himself forward, inch by
inch feeding himself deep inside Nicola.
She let out a long, shuddering sigh as the
big black cock slipped in, savoring the
delicious friction as it slowly scraped
against the sensitive walls of her joy
department. Deeper, deeper he entered her,
stretching out her cunt as more his dick
was squeezed inside the quivering starlet.
Nicola's abdomen squirmed in discomfort as
she felt herself fit to burst yet there was
still more of him to go.
Finally, with Nicola feeling like a huge
salami had been inserted in her, the
guardsman's balls gently slapped against
her ass as he bottomed out. His comrades,
who had been watching the operation with
silent awe, suddenly broke into a cheer
that startled Nicola.
Nicola's unnamed lover leaned forward so
that his vast bulk hung over her and with a
satisfied grunt he began to fuck her
vigorously. Held tight by her bonds there
wasn't much for Nicola to do by lie there
and enjoy it, although the bondage
contraption she was shackled to lurched
precariously as it bore the hefty,
shuddering weight of her mate.
Urged on by the other guardsmen, he
continued to pound away at the squealing
starlet. Thanks to her drooling pussy his
massive black cock slithered smoothly in
and out of Nicola, making obscene slurping
noises with every stroke as if her greedy
cunt was trying to swallow him whole.
He picked up the pace. Nicola, secured to
the bench, juddered all the more. This
violent back-and-forth motion was
transferred to her boobs, which bounced and
wobbled on her chest like a couple of
oversize jellies. The other guardsmen-
still awaiting their turn- noticed the
effect momentum was having on her chesty
charms and watched fascinating,
occasionally making a no-doubt filthy joke
in Malabunganese that would set them off
laughing.
Suddenly, the guardsmen busy fucking her
let out a deep groan, pressing his hips
further into Nicola. Deep inside her velvet
hollow she could feel that mighty cock
spasm. A moment later Nicola felt that
rewarding, glowing sensation as her lover
emptied the contents of his balls inside
her. A monster this size made for quite a
gusher and as he pulled out of her his cum
was still flowing from his prick, spraying
all over Nicola's rippling belly and down
her quivering thighs.
Nicola had just a moment to agonize the
fact that she hadn't cum herself when
suddenly there was another guardsman
standing between her splayed legs, his
black dick nosing its way into her cunt.
Perhaps Nicola should've put up some
resistance, tried to put the hungry pack of
men off, but if truth be told all the
adorable Aussie starlet did was wiggle her
tush and welcome this new onslaught on her
dripping cunt with a contented smile.
And so, as guardsmen #2 set to work fucking
the captive cutie, Nicola lay back against
the hard bench and let herself drift away
on a sea of pleasure, as one-by-one the men
of the Royal Guard took their turn between
her thighs.
An unconventional prize, but not an
entirely unwelcome one...
(Concluded in Part 3)
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