Filename: Haremd2.txt
Title: Harem'd
Part: 2 of 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 © 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.org/~knickers . 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 a 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 
anyone 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 sight 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 
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 
covered as much as possible, tugged on her 
g-string so that it was firmly wedged 
between her ass cheeks, and made her 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 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 chanted 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 they 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 two, 
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 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 eyes 
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 other 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 were 
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 of 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 fascinated, 
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)

