Filename: Haremd3.txt
Title: Harem'd
Part: 3 of 3
Author: Knickers
Universe: Nicola Adventures
Keywords: MF, F-solo, exhib, interr, reluc, anal, 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 (MF F-solo exhib interr reluc anal
spank humil Mdom bd mc?) [Part 3/3]

(Continued from Part 2)

It was a good thing Nicola could spend most 
of the next day soaking in the harem's 
communal bathtub. She was no stranger to 
gangbangs, but the workout the guardsmen 
had given her last night was something 
else! Her cunt had been well and truly 
reamed and was more than a little tender.

She was not alone. Angela was luxuriating 
in the waters next to her. It seemed that 
as Nicola was 'entertaining' the men of the 
Royal Guard last night, Prince Seseke had 
returned early and promptly called for 
Angela. Although the raven-haired beauty 
did not elaborate upon what had taken place 
in the privacy of the royal apartments, 
Nicola guessed it had involved the 
beautifully-crafted set of metal stocks 
that she herself had been acquainted with. 

As clothing was pretty scarce for the 
slavegirls, the unlikely duo were getting 
used to wandering around the sumptuous 
palace buck naked, the sensation of warm 
African air on bare skin, and the lingering 
stares of the male palace servants on their 
naked bodies. How the normally homophobic 
Angela dealt with all of this close, 
intimate female contact Nicola didn't know.

"We have to get out of here," said Angela 
with fire in her eyes. "And soon." She 
shivered, as if recalled the events of last 
night.

Nicola nodded. Although at the time she had 
rather enjoyed her own ordeal  
she knew that she had to get back to 
Hollywood and pick up both her life and her 
career. Despite the beguiling charms of the 
harem, Nicola was destined to be a starlet 
and not a slavegirl.

At least, she hoped she was.

"But how?" Nicola asked. Here they were, 
under lock and key day and night, 
surrounded by guards, and even if they did 
manage to get out of the palace, there was 
no way to get out of Malabunga. They didn't 
even have any clothes!

Nicola picked herself up and out of the 
tub, water streaming down her naked body. 
"If you have any bright ideas," she sighed, 
"I'll be taking a nap."

The adorable Aussie sauntered out of the 
bathroom and into her bedroom. She 
stretched her nude body out on the 
expensive silk sheets. Nicola let out a 
languid moan, lying on her back with her 
legs spread, letting her still tender pussy 
get some cool air.

She felt so utterly comfortable, sprawled 
there with the warmest part of her anatomy 
exposed to the sultry African breezes 
wafting through the palace. Soon she was 
asleep...

As she slept Nicola dreamed. A delicious 
tingling sensation buzzed through her 
pussy, as if a highly experienced set of 
fingers were diddling away down there.

Nicola moaned, a satisfied smile spreading 
across her lips.

As those soft digits worked her over 
Nicola's cunt turned liquid, her juices 
flowing freely down her legs and onto the 
bed. The starlet began to gyrate her hips, 
humping that mysterious hand that was 
giving her such pleasure.

It wasn't long before she was gasping in 
pleasure, furiously humping away. Somewhere 
in the back of Nicola's slumbering mind she 
knew it was only dream but it feel sooooo 
good!

The gasps became screams and the next thing 
Nicola knew she awoke cumming. She took a 
few moments to catch her breath, glancing 
around the bedchamber to make sure no-one 
saw her little performance.

That was weird. Nicola didn't usually have 
naughty dreams, her real sex life was way 
wilder than anything her imagination could 
come up with! But she had indeed dreamt 
someone had wanked her and she had the 
stains to prove it.

Nicola sat up on the bed and leaned forward 
to inspect her swollen cunt. She slipped a 
couple of fingers inside herself. 

She could feel something!

Concealed inside the juicy folds of her 
pussy, Nicola found a small wad of paper. 
She pulled it out, coated in her love-
slime, and opened it up.

Dear Nicola,
A woman like you could never be content 
being Seseke's slavegirl!
You want to escape I can help you. You must 
find a way to get access to the East 
Palace, it provides the best way out.
Bide your time and I will be in contact 
again soon.
-A friend

Nicola gasped. Someone had sneaked into the 
harem and slipped her a secret note! 'A 
friend'- who could that be? Nicola jumped 
off her bed and dashed into Angela's room 
next door.

When she burst in excitedly, Angela was 
lying on her bed. Her fingers were jammed 
in her pussy and she was masturbating 
furiously, accompanied by a cacophony of 
squeals and moans.

Nicola came to an abrupt halt and stared in 
surprise at Angela. It took a moment or two 
for the raven-haired beauty to realize she 
had an audience. Her hand sprang to her 
side as if her cunt was red hot and she turned 
beet red with embarrassment.

"Well..." she said lamely, "there's not a 
lot for us to do around here."

"Never mind," Nicola replied handing over 
the note. "We've got an ally on the 
outside."

"Why's it all sticky?" asked Angela.

"Someone slipped it into my snatch while I 
was sleeping," she said matter-of-factly.

"Ewwwww!" cried Angela, dropping it to the 
floor and frantically wiping her fingers on 
the bedspread.

Nicola ignored her. "All we need is an 
opportunity to get into the East Palace. 
That's the first step to getting out of 
here!"

As it turned out they didn't have long to 
wait. Later that afternoon Susan assembled 
all the harem girls to make an important 
announcement.

"His Highness's conference has gone 
terribly well," she gushed in her oh-so-
prim English accent. "He bragged to all 
the other delegates about his harem of 
gorgeous white girls and many of them were 
very interested in coming to Malabunga to 
see it for themselves."

Uh-oh, sighed Nicola. She knew that another 
orgy was just around the corner. Susan, on 
the other hand, seemed thrilled to be 
telling everyone they were about to pack-
fucked by a bunch of horny black diplomats. 
A murmur of expectation ran through the 
slavegirls, except Nicola and Angela who 
exchanged worried glances.

"There will be a big reception banquet," 
Susan continued, "in which His Highness 
will fete his guests. We shall be there to 
serve all their appetites." She winked and 
grinned at the girls who giggled in glee.

"Will we get to wear clothes for this?" 
interrupted Angela.

"Yes, of course!" cried Susan, clapping her 
hands together. "We'll be putting our 
bodies on display in our sexy little 
slavegirl outfits."

Nicola was pleased to hear that. Not so 
much because she'd finally be putting an 
end to wandering around naked but because 
she really did like wearing that costume.

"Where will the banquet be held?" asked 
Isabella, her eyes shining in anticipation 
of being butt-fucked by her master's 
friends.

"The East Palace of course!" Susan replied.

Nicola pricked up her ears at that. The 
East Palace! For the benefit of the two new 
girls Susan explained. It was one of the 
most splendid and opulent parts of the 
Prince's palace, overlooking the beautiful 
Rusama River as it snaked its way into the 
dark jungle heart of Africa. It was also 
right next to the palace's private 
airfield, which is why it was used to greet 
important visitors.

As the girls eagerly hurried about making 
preparations for the banquet, Nicola and 
Angela set about planning to escape.

**********

Nicola's first visit to the East Palace was 
to help arrange the banquet chamber. The 
stunning starlet was becoming less self-
conscious being nude in the palace, and as 
she entered the impressive hall she felt no 
shame at being naked in a room full of 
clothed black people.

Most of them were servants bustling about 
their royal tasks. Nicola's bare white skin 
made her conspicuous in the crowd, and she 
felt many a hungry roving eye taking in her 
exquisite body.

And not just eyes- as Nicola eased her way 
past two men carrying a huge floral 
centerpiece she felt the unmistakable 
feeling of a hand pinching her ass. She 
gave a squeal and spun around to see who it 
was but in this host of people there was no 
end of likely perpetrators. 

Rubbing her sore bottom Nicola realized 
that any one of these guys could be her 
mysterious ally. She made her way across 
the chamber trying to ignore the number of 
men who 'accidentally' bumped into her 
swinging boobs or brushed against her 
succulent ass. When Nicola would turn to 
confront her groper she would be met with a 
grinning black face and, realizing that as 
a white girl in Malabunga, there was 
nothing she could do about it.

Suddenly, from the direction of the 
kitchens, a voice bawled out:

"Where is that lazy-ass white bitch got 
herself too!?"

Nicola scuttled over to where that harpy-
like shriek had come from, her tits 
bouncing with every hurried footfall. 
There, standing in the doorway to the 
kitchen, was a monstrously imposing figure.

She was a woman, of sorts. Rolls of fat 
hung off her body, barely concealed inside 
a red and white blouse and skirt. Her 
bloated... 'face' (for wont of a better 
word) was twisted into a bitter scowl as 
she scanned the great hall for signs of the 
slavegirl that had been assigned to her. In 
one meaty paw she wielded a wooden batter-
spoon that looked like a trunk of Redwood. 
This was the formidable Madame Kunte, 
mistress of the East Palace kitchens.

For a moment Nicola gaped at the black 
ogress. She must've weighted more than half 
the harem put together. Each of her fleshy 
arms was thicker than Nicola's waist. Then 
she adopted a meeker stance and gave a 
little curtsey. "Here, Madame Kunte."

"Not 'Kun-tay'," the fat slag corrected 
her. "Kun-t. The e is silent"

Nicola gallantly suppressed the urge to 
giggle. "Yes, Madame Kunte."

The 'lady' put her hands on her massive 
hips and shook her head. "What do you think 
you are? Skinny as a rake but tits like 
over-ripe watermelons. But I guess His 
Highness like his bitches that way. 
Probably fake, too, all you American sluts 
have fake titties."

"Actually," Nicola interjected, "I'm 
Australian not American."

With a shuddering of flab, Madame Kunte's 
right arm lashed out at Nicola and the 
wooden spoon landed with a thwack on her 
bare backside. Nicola yelped in pain, 
throwing her hands behind her to protect 
her tender rump.

"None of your cheek, you little bimbo," 
Madame Kunte growled, brandishing the 
spoon.

"Yes ma'am," said Nicola submissively, 
lowering her head. A few of the other 
kitchen hands paused, enjoying the 
spectacle of someone- a white someone- 
getting chewed out by Madame Kunte.

"Well, let's get that tiny little white ass 
of yours to work. Prove it ain't just good 
for getting porked by some big black dick, 
na?" Madame Kunte laughed raucously, 
setting all seven of her jowls wobbling. 
Nicola blushed furiously.

The pretty prisoner was soon put to work. 
As she was a prized possession of Prince 
Seseke the labor was pretty light and 
didn't involve anything that might blemish 
her skin. Madame Kunte gave her a list of 
items that needed to be brought from the 
big storeroom into the pantry next to the 
kitchens.

Having a completely nude white girl walking 
around proved to be a distraction to the 
black staff but no-one seemed to mind too 
much. As the task of carrying groceries 
occupied both her hands Nicola was helpless 
to defend herself against any passing grope 
that might be visited upon her luscious 
body. It wasn't long before Nicola was hot 
and flustered, blushing from her forehead 
to her bare boobs.

Nicola at least took the opportunity to get 
a good look around. Through one of the 
(few) windows, she could look across 
towards the airfield on the edge of the 
jungle. Although it was only a few hundred 
yards away it might as well be miles, as 
the kitchens and storerooms were entirely 
enclosed and there seemed to be no way out 
of the palace from here.

However, Nicola did notice that there was a 
sort of alleyway that ran alongside the 
palace between the kitchens and some rather 
ugly sheds. Craning her head out the 
window, Nicola spied a vent that emerged 
from the side of the building. If she could 
find the other end of that vent in the 
kitchens she'd have a way out!

Of course, leaning out of the window like 
that put Nicola's ass temptingly on 
display. The saucy starlet was still 
examining the outside of the building when 
she suddenly felt a sharp smack across her 
bottom. With a squeal of pain she jumped 
back inside.

"What you think you doing?" demanded Madame 
Kunte, wielding the fearsome wooden spoon 
that had so recently been used to assault 
Nicola's posterior.

"I was just... admiring the view," Nicola 
replied, rubbing her stinging ass. It 
seemed that this, of all her adventures, 
involved the most amount of violence 
inflicted upon her poor bare bottom!

Madame Kunte eyed her suspiciously. "Time 
to take a break now. Go into the kitchen 
for your lunch." She turned ponderously and 
waddled away, her massive buttocks slapping 
together like a couple of bumper-cars.

Nicola sat alone at one of the tables 
munching away on a sandwich. The rest of 
the staff sat far away from her, 
occasionally looking in her direction and 
tittering.

She was just finishing up when Madame Kunte 
waddled into the kitchens and eased her 
vast bulk into a large wicker chair that 
sat in one corner. She sat there like an 
obese queen surveying her miniature 
kingdom.

Nicola couldn't help but stare, Madame 
Kunte was one of the most repulsive people 
she'd ever seen. Take all the slimiest 
producers in Hollywood, lump them all 
together into a single blob, and the 
resulting creature wouldn't be half as fat 
and disgusting as the mistress of the East 
Palace kitchens.

Madame Kunte caught Nicola's eye and gave 
an evil grin. "Slut," she called out, 
beckoning with her spoon. "Come here."

Nervously, Nicola stood up and walked over 
to her. "Y-yes, Mistress?"

"As you can see, Madame Kunte ain't got no 
footstool upon which to rest her weary 
feet. Get down on your hands and knees."

Horrified, Nicola realized what she had in 
mind. But there was nothing she could do 
about it. Slowly, she sunk down to the 
floor and crouched in front of Madame Kunte 
on all fours, her big boobs hanging down 
underneath her.

Cackling with glee, Madame Kunte kicked off 
her shoes to reveal two fat, scarred, 
bunioned lumps of flesh that might've once 
been feet. They gave off such a stench that 
Nicola was almost knocked over.

She braced herself as Madame Kunte none too 
gently plonked her feet on Nicola's bare 
back. "Ahhh!" sighed the obese Negress. 
"Dis is de life!"

The rest of the kitchen staff erupted into 
laughter, enjoying the spectacle of Madame 
Kunte tormenting the naked slavegirl. The 
sight of the Westerner, naked and kneeling 
on the floor with Madame Kunte's feet 
resting on her was the best entertainment 
they'd seen in ages and they milked every 
moment of it. Nicola blushed, and just 
concentrated on the thought of the freedom 
that would soon be hers...

Mercifully, lunch was short. Madame 
Kunte eventually got her feet off Nicola 
and she was able to get up from the floor 
and go back to work. 

Nicola made her way back to the storeroom. 
She stood in the dim light looking up at 
the walls. After a short search she found 
what she was looking for: a vent.

She clambered over a couple of steps to get 
a closer look. It was covered by a metal 
grille that, after a few tugs, came away.

Nicola set the grille aside and peered into 
the darkness. Much to her disappointment, 
Nicola realized the vent was very narrow. 
Glancing around to make sure no-one was 
watching, she experimented by shoving her 
head and shoulders inside. With a sigh of 
relief, Nicola discovered she would fit- 
but only just.

"Where that girl got to?" she heard Madame 
Kunte bellow. Quickly Nicola replaced the 
grille over the vent. "Just coming!" she 
cried back.

There was only one thing left that needed 
to be brought down to the pantry- a big bag 
of flour. Nicola hefted the heavy load into 
her arms and stumbled out of the storeroom 
with her burden.

Nicola didn't get very far down the 
corridor when suddenly something (or 
someone) tripped her up. With a squeal of 
shock she tumbled ass-over-tits and landed 
face-forward on top of the bag of flour. 

The force of her crash caused the bag to 
explode, white powder flying everywhere- 
most of it onto Nicola herself.

The adorable Aussie lay dazed on the floor, 
her naked body liberally coated with flour. 
From all around her came the sound of 
laughter. But then a shadow fell over her, 
as if an enormous bulk was blocking out the 
sun.

"What the hell you think you doing now?" 
Madame Kunte demanded. She looked at the 
mess Nicola was sitting in the middle of 
and her piggy little eyes narrowed. "Why 
you dump all that flour all over yerself? 
You think no-one notice, neh?"

Nicola tried to stammer a reply but Madame 
Kunte wasn't interested. She shook her 
head. "Stupid white bimbo! Only good for 
fucking. You get out of here now, go back 
to harem."

Laughter ringing in her ears Nicola got up 
from the floor and made a fruitless attempt 
to clean the flour off her body.

"You go now!" yelled Madame Kunte and aimed 
a particularly vicious blow with the wooden 
spoon on Nicola's dusty ass. With both her 
self-esteem and her backside smarting, 
Nicola fled the kitchens.

**********

"God, manual labor! Don't they realize a 
woman of my caliber doesn't waste her 
talents doing menial work?" moaned Angela.

Nicola stood with her back to a mirror, 
examining her exquisite ass for signs of 
bruising. Angela reclined lazily on the bed 
complaining about the work she had to do. 
Nicola wasn't really listening to her very 
much but that didn't stop the bitchy 
beauty.

"I mean look at these hands! Are these the 
sort of hands you just throw away on grunt 
work?"

Nicola carefully appraised the condition of 
her firm buttocks. As a model it was always 
important to look her best, and her ass was 
no exception. She dreaded to think that 
Madame Kunte may've permanently damaged one 
of her best assets.

Thankfully, apart from being covered in 
flour, she was fine.

"What did they make you do again?" Nicola 
asked absently.

Angela rolled her eyes theatrically. 
"Flower arranging."

Nicola was just finishing her inspection 
when she noticed something clenched between 
her cheeks. She reached behind her and 
plucked it out. 

"It's another note!"

"Yuck," said Angela. "Whoever this person 
is they have an unhealthy obsession with 
your bodily orifices."

Dear Nicola-
Good work on finding a way out through the 
storerooms. 
You must escape during the banquet.
I will have a plane fuelled and ready to 
leave.
Good luck!

So, thought Nicola, they had a way of out 
Malabunga. Now all they how to was escape 
the palace...

**********

If she didn't know they were all captive 
slavegirls, Nicola would've sworn she was 
hanging out with a bunch of naughty co-eds. 
As they got ready for the banquet the girls 
giggled, gossiped, swapped makeup tips and 
cooed over each other's outfits.

They were all dressed in the same slavegirl 
outfits Nicola and Angela had been made to 
wear when they first arrived. Although the 
kidnapped starlets now finally had 
something to wear it really wasn't all much 
of an improvement. The daring little 
costumes were obviously designed not to 
cover up but show off the wearer's body.

Nicola slipped the gold belt around her 
middle, adjusted it so that it was tight 
against her trim tummy. Next, she took a 
length of gauzy chiffon, folded it and 
slipped it under and over the belt, making 
a sort of loose, hanging veil to cover her 
crotch. 

Behind her, Susan did the same with a 
second slip of material, providing scant 
cover for her bare ass.

Next came the 'top', another piece of 
almost-transparent silk that was wound 
loosely around Nicola's generous boobs. As 
before it not only did little to conceal 
but provided no support so Nicola's tits 
would bob and jiggle with the slightest 
move. This would cause her nipples to brush 
against the soft fabric in a way that the 
adorable Aussie found mouth-wateringly 
good. By the time they put her heels on 
Nicola was feeling rather horny.

Angela was less enthusiastic about wearing 
the revealing little outfit, but then again 
she didn't fill it out quite as well as 
Nicola did.

Their heels tapping on the marble floors, 
the girls made their way to the East Palace 
where the banquet was already well under 
way.

They arrived at the entrance to the banquet 
hall where Pumbo and a squad of guards 
awaited them. 

"You will enter when told," the fat little 
official informed them. "And don't forget 
to do anything and everything to amuse our 
guests. They are His Highness's peers. If 
one of you fails to perform your duties I 
will personally see to your punishment."

"Don't worry Master Pumbo," Susan replied. 
"We're ready to serve the Prince with all 
our talents."

Nicola strained to hear what was going on 
inside the banquet hall. She could hear a 
deep, powerful voice- undoubtedly Prince 
Seseke- but couldn't quite make out what he 
was saying. Suddenly, he was drowned out 
but a burst of raucous laughter that 
must've come from his guests. It made 
Nicola remember the 'beauty contest' she 
had so recently won.

"Now, enter," ordered Pumbo. The guards 
swung open the double doors that led into 
the banquet hall. With their heads held 
high, the slavegirls marched into the 
chamber.

It was definitely a memorable entrance. 
Seated around the banquet table were ten 
elegant black men, a rogue's gallery of 
monarchs, presidents and prime ministers 
from various African nations. As the girls 
entered they were greeted with eager 
applause as each of those men turned their 
ogling gaze on Prince Seseke's collection 
of white slavegirls.

Smiling demurely, the scantily-clad girls 
paraded through the banquet hall making 
sure the guests got a good eyeful of their 
charms, barely concealed by their wispy 
little outfits. Nicola took the opportunity 
to glance around. Scimitar-wielding guards 
manned all of the exits, except of course 
for the archway that led through to the 
kitchens. But she was careful not to arouse 
any suspicions (dicks yes, suspicions no), 
so Nicola maintained her smile and fixed 
her attention on the men she was supposed 
to serve.

Flaunting her gorgeous body, Nicola felt 
that familiar thrill of exhibitionism. Her 
cheeks flushed and her already-impressive 
bosom swelled with pride to see all those 
eager eyes roving over her body. But the 
starlet had to remind herself that this was 
definitely not the life for her, she would 
be equally happy showing off her bare ass 
for a roomful of Hollywood producers and 
the rewards would be more tangible.

The girls arranged themselves in a circle 
around the table, posing like models so 
that the guests could get a better look at 
them. Nicola found herself standing next to 
a withered old black man who couldn't have 
been more than five foot tall, peering at 
her through a pair of spectacles.

"Ahh..." he murmured, reaching out to 
stroke Nicola's bare thigh. "I've always 
thought that all of the world's problems 
were caused because women were allowed to wear pants."

Nicola's heart fluttered at the sensation 
of his hand on her skin. The old coot 
didn't look like much but he carried 
himself like a natural-born ruler, and if 
there was one thing guaranteed to open 
Nicola's legs it was power.

"Are they really all your slaves?" asked a 
tall, elegant fellow who was eyeing up 
Charlotte's boobs.

"Of course!" beamed Prince Seseke. "Each of 
these white beauties has been trained to be 
subservient to her black masters. Go ahead! 
Enjoy yourself."

The guest turned back to Charlotte and 
plunged his hand into her cleavage. Apart 
from a slight gasp the Southern Belle 
didn't complain. In a moment they were all 
exploring the girls, testing the limits of 
their servility, and the hall was drowned 
in excited babbling. Nicola's admirer's 
hand slipped under the lick of silk 
covering her ass and gave her an 
affectionate pat. "I look forward to 
discussing what reparations white Europeans 
owe we black Africans, my dear," he said 
with a leer.

"Gentlemen, gentlemen," Prince 
Seseke called for attention. "Now that 
you've got a good look at the succulent 
dishes on the menu tonight, perhaps you'd 
like to begin our meal."

The guests laughed, and it was time for the 
girls to act as waitresses for the banquet. 
They made their way into the kitchens, 
where the formidable Madame Kunte was 
bawling instructions to her staff. 
Thankfully, the ogress was too busy 
to waste time spanking Nicola, so her tasty 
ass remained unmolested for now.

First course was soup. The girls were 
paired up, one of them carried the steaming 
bowl while the other was on ladle duty. 
Nicola was teamed with Angela (of course) 
and the captive cuties returned to the 
banquet hall to serve their masters.

With her hands full, Nicola had little 
chance to fend off the wandering hands that 
went straight for her tender nether regions 
as they served the soup. All she could do 
was blush and accept their gropes with 
good grace. As Nicola stood next to one man 
in a dashiki (a lucky coincidence for him 
that he was ethnically able to wear the 
garment, as he was too grossly fat to wear 
anything else) a probing hand made straight 
for her joy department. The loincloth-like 
strip of silk offered little resistance, 
and in a second the stranger had slipped a 
couple of fingers deep into the moistest 
part of Nicola's anatomy. 

The starlet squealed in surprise, throwing 
up her hands. The bowl of hot soup went 
flying into the air, landing with a crash 
onto the expensive lace tablecloth. Liquid 
splashed in all directions, splattering 
most of the guests.

"Oops," said Nicola in a tiny voice.

Everyone turned to look at her in surprise. 
To Nicola it felt like an eternity as the 
entire hall stared at her. Then they burst 
out laughing- all of them except fatty-
dashiki.

"What do you think you are doing?!" he 
bellowed.

"S-sorry, sir," Nicola stammered.

"Seseke! Is this how you allow your guests 
to be treated in your own palace?"

The Prince was obviously more amused than 
angry. "I'm sorry, Mr. President, that one 
has a particularly rebellious streak. It 
adds to her other, more obvious charms."

His guest still quivered with rage. "I 
demand you punish this clumsy bimbo right 
now."

Prince Seseke stroked his beard 
thoughtfully, and then grinned devilishly. 
"I have just the thing in mind..." He 
motioned to the guards and before Nicola 
knew it two pairs of beefy black hands had 
seized her. In what was no doubt a well-
rehearsed maneuver, they grabbed her meager 
clothing and a few rips later, Nicola was 
completely naked with a few shred of silk 
lying at her feet.

"Bring in my stocks!" Seseke called, and 
another set of guards jumped to obey.

There was nothing Nicola could do as the 
hateful artifact of humiliation was brought 
into the banquet hall. The floral 
centerpiece was removed and the stocks set 
up in their place. The hapless starlet 
looked up balefully at the restraints: a 
fearsome skeleton-like metal frame that 
reminded Nicola uncomfortably of some kind 
of an overgrown insect.

She was manhandled up onto the table and 
clamped into the mount. Although normally 
she loved the limelight, this wasn't 
exactly the way Nicola liked to be the 
center of attention. She was forced down 
into a bent-over position, her ass sticking 
out and her boobs hanging down beneath her. 
Nicola's face burned crimson as she felt 
Prince Seseke and his guests staring  
in unashamed delight at her predicament, 
lapping up the spectacle of the gorgeous 
white girl chained up.

"Now, for the punishment!" cried the 
dashiki'd President, who was all for 
jumping onto the table and metering it out 
himself.

"No!" commanded Seseke with surprising 
force. His guest slumped sheepishly back 
into his chair. "We shall enjoy a civilized 
meal first," the Prince continued in much 
smoother tones. "And then we shall be about 
our business with this naughty slavegirl."

Nicola realized that Seseke wanted his 
guests to enjoy her discomfort for as long 
as possible. She squirmed helplessly but 
the metal held her tender flesh tight. 
Angela cast her a furious glance, how were 
they supposed to escape with her shackled 
up? There was nothing for it but to 
wait and see how it all played out.

The rest of the dinner was surprisingly 
urbane. A passing stranger would, at first 
glance, see a group of black men enjoying 
an excellent meal and some good 
conversation, who just happened to be 
served by scantily clad white women, and 
were seated around a beautiful girl locked 
into a set of metal stocks in a very 
compromising position.

It was probably the most uncomfortable meal 
Nicola had ever attended in her life...

The courses proceeded quickly. Although her 
head was held face down, Nicola could crane 
her neck upwards and glance around at her 
audience, noting that they were eying her 
up hungrily.

With the main course finished, one of the 
white-clad servants approached Prince 
Seseke and whispered in his ear. A broad 
smile spread across his thick lips and he 
clapped his hands together. "An excellent 
suggestion!"

"What is it, Seseke?" demanded the 
aggrieved President, no doubt impatient to 
get to work on Nicola.

"There is still one course left!" cried the 
Prince. "It seems one of our white sluts 
has exercised what little brains she 
possesses and made a suggestion as to what 
we might like to have for dessert."

With a munificent sweep of his arm, Prince 
Seseke indicated the archway to the 
kitchens. In through the portal paraded his 
five other slavegirls: the elegant Susan, 
the busty Charlotte, the tall, sleek 
Isabella, the petite Marie, and finally 
Nicola's bitchy fellow starlet Angela. 
Still dressed in their scanty slavegirl 
costumes, the girls carried between them 
several heavy vats. The girls set their 
load down on the marble floor and proceeded 
to strip off their clothes to the delight 
of the guests.

"Gentlemen," announced the Prince. "For 
your dining pleasure, I give you what will 
from now on be Malabunga's national 
dessert: slavegirl dipped in honey!"

Charlotte and Isabella both picked up one 
of the vats and upended it over Susan's 
head. It was quite an amusing sight, to see 
her prim little English smile dissolve as 
the torrent of golden, sticky honey oozed 
over. Susan gave a slight squeak of 
surprise as the sweet-smelling goo flowed 
over her naked body. Peeked up at her, 
Nicola had to admit she made a very tasty-
looking dish.

One by one, each of the girls was smothered 
in honey so that their nude bodies 
glistened in the lamplight. Then Angela 
approached Prince Seseke and prostrated 
herself at his feet.

"O great Prince," she said, "even though 
the slavegirl Nicola has disgraced your 
Highness before your guests, would you 
consent to her, too, being lathered in 
honey for the sole purpose of your 
gratification?"

Seseke puffed himself up with pride, 
enjoying being addressed like this by his 
white slavegirls. "It pleases me," he 
announced.

Angela stood up respectfully and, together 
with Marie, they climbed up onto the 
banquet table with the last tub of honey.

"What the hell is going on?" whispered 
Nicola.

"It's the honey," Angela hissed back. 
"It'll help you slip out of the locks."

Before Nicola could pass comment on their 
plan Angela and Marie began pouring the 
sticky syrup all over her. It oozed over 
her chestnut-colored hair, down her pretty 
face and over her shoulders. Nicola 
shivered at the not-unpleasant sensation of 
honey running down her bare boobs.

The girls used their hands to smear the 
gooey mess all over Nicola's naked body, 
working it into every nook and cranny. 
Marie made sure that Nicola's pussy and ass 
was well lubricated with honey, while 
Angela surreptitiously rubbed it into her 
wrists and ankles where the metal clamps 
held her tight. 


Once Nicola was covered in the sticky, 
sweet-smelling liquid, Angela and Marie 
stepped down from the table. 

"Fuck dessert," said the President. "All I 
want is to fuck that dessert." He pointed 
at Nicola and jumped to his feet. Despite 
the limited field of vision her stocks 
afforded her, Nicola would see him staring 
hungrily at her bare ass.

Prince Seseke gave a theatrical sigh. "Well 
brothers? Now that our other appetites are 
sated, perhaps we move on and sample the 
white sweetmeats who have served us so well 
thus far?"

This was greeted with an excited babble of 
approval from the assembled African 
dignitaries, who were doubtless looking 
forward to porking one or more of the saucy 
little slavegirls who had tantalized them 
so much all night.

But it looked very much like the orgy would 
begin with Nicola being very publicly butt-
fucked while locked in the Prince's ornate 
metal stocks. With his tongue hanging out, 
the President made to scramble onto the 
dinner table but a scowl from Seseke sent 
him whimpering like a puppy back to his 
seat. "After me," growled the Prince, "you 
can be first." Despite his love for 
entertaining, Seseke didn't like to share 
his toys with his guests.

Nicola was aware of the Prince climbing up 
onto the table behind her. She remembered 
her first night in Malabunga, when she had 
been in a similar situation in his private 
rooms. But now she had an audience, and 
everywhere Nicola looked she saw a grinning 
black face, expectantly waiting for the 
show to begin.

She glanced over toward the kitchens, the 
direction of freedom. Everyone's attention 
was fixed on the hapless starlet, the 
guests, guards, servants and other 
slavegirls. Taking advantage of this, 
Angela had quietly sidled around by the 
exit. She made a frantic gesture to Nicola, 
indicating it was time they made their 
escape attempt.

There was a rustle behind her, and Nicola 
knew that Prince Seseke had cast off his 
silk pants. Something wet and slimy nuzzled 
against her ass, unmistakably the head of 
the Royal Wang being rubbed against her 
backside, a prelude to the ass-fucking that 
was to come.

Nicola wriggled her honey-coated wrists 
against the metal clamps and was relieved 
to find them starting to slip free. 
Likewise, she felt her ankles slide out of 
the iron circlets that held her in place. 
Thank goodness for shoddy Malabunganese 
workmanship!

Prince Seseke grinned as he eyed up 
Nicola's quivering sphincter. So fresh, so 
tight! Taking his cock in both hands he 
pushed the head against that brown little 
hole, enjoying the sensation of the captive 
cutie's anus reluctantly beginning to open to 
admit the intruder.

The adorable Aussie gave a sharp intake of 
breath as the Prince's dick began to slowly 
penetrate her tender ass. Time to get out 
of here right now!

The guests began to whistle and applaud, 
all pretence of a civilised banquet 
slipping away as the orgy began. The noise 
they were making battered Nicola, making 
her heart pound all the more.

Nicola squeezed her eyes shut and pulled 
her arms back as hard as she could. With a 
slurp-pop her slippery hands burst free 
from the clamps the moment Prince Seseke's 
cock pushed into her back passage. She 
gasped in surprise and stood up straight. 

Upon seeing their prey unexpectedly pop 
free of her bounds, her audience were 
struck dumb. Nicola took the opportunity to 
wrench her feet free from the stocks. While 
everyone was still gaping at her, the 
starlet bounded off the table, Seseke's 
cock slurping free from her butt and 
hanging limply down his leg.

"Run!" Nicola cried to Angela, and the pair 
dashed through into the kitchens. Prince 
Seseke finally came to his senses, 
realizing his tasty like playthings were 
getting away.

"Guards! Grab those slavegirls!"

The pair ran through the kitchens, past 
Madame Kunte and her staff who were just as 
stunned as everyone else. Into the 
storeroom they dashed, Angela wrenching off 
the grille that covered their escape route. 
Nicola paused, hearing the pounding foot-
falls of the guards right behind them.

"You go ahead," Nicola gasped, "I've got an 
idea that'll buy us some time."

As the slippery, nude Angela slithered into 
the vent, Nicola turned and hollered into 
the kitchen:

"Oi! Madame Cunt! Your cooking smells worse 
than your feet, yer fat slag!"

The obese kitchen mistress turned purple 
with rage. With a bellow, she surged 
forward, an enraged mass of blubber. 
Nicola's heart leapt in fear at the sight 
of just how fast Madame Kunte could move 
when she wanted. The guards paused in their 
pursuit, judiciously getting out of the 
charging monster's way. One of them was a 
little too slow, and with a squeal of agony 
the unfortunate man was stomped beneath 
Madame Kunte's thunderous legs.

"You little slut! I kill you!" the Negress 
screamed, bearing down on Nicola.

At the last moment the starlet dived into 
the open vent. It was a tight squeeze, but 
thankfully she was buck-naked and still 
lubricated with a generous quantity of 
honey.

Madame Kunte dived after her, but of course 
there was no chance of cramming her vast 
bulk into the vent. The upper part of her 
body was firmly jammed in the entrance, 
blocking any attempt to follow the 
escapees. Without so much as a parting 
glance at the flailing Madame Kunte, Nicola 
began to crawl through the vent.

It was a curious experience, wriggling 
along that narrow, metal tunnel, and one 
that Nicola felt strangely arousing. Warm 
air flowed over her naked body as she 
slithered over the sheets of aluminum. 
Angela had already left a snail-trail of 
warm honey, and Nicola found that by 
pulling herself along facedown she not only 
made good progress but also felt rather a 
nice sensation in her groin. Nicola 
imagined herself slip-sliding up a giant 
metal vagina, and the thought made her 
giggle like a schoolgirl.

But she knew she had yet to make it out of 
the palace, let alone Malabunga. Finally, 
Nicola emerged from the other end of the 
vent and dropped into the alleyway. Angela 
was there waiting, lurking in the shadows, 
and still as naked as Nicola. Now 
her lean, lustrous body was covered in 
splotches of dirt and grime from her crawl 
through the vent, and Angela's normally 
immaculately coiffed mane was rather 
dishevelled. 

"You took your damn time," sniffed the 
bitchy starlet.

"There'll be plenty of time for catfighting 
when we get back to Hollywood," said Nicola 
breathlessly. "Let's get out of here now!"

The two nude fugitives turned to exit the 
alley, but a figure blocked their path. A 
rather plump figure wielding a scimitar. 
Pumbo.

"So," the corpulent bureaucrat drawled, 
"this is how it ends. I'm sorry to cut your 
little escape short, but it is time for you 
to return to the harem. Each of your pretty 
white asses has a date with a big, fat 
black cock."

Nicola's heart fell. To come all this way 
just to be stopped when they were so close! 
What a plot twist! She was used to her life 
resembling bad porno fiction, but this was 
ridiculous!

But Angela stepped forward. "Leave this to 
me," she said evenly. "I owe this bastard 
for what he did to my butt."

Grinning, Pumbo stepped forward. He 
brandished the scimitar before him, its 
wickedly curved edge glinting in a single 
shaft of sunlight falling through the 
alley.

Quicker than Nicola's eye could follow, 
Angela's right foot lashed out, catching 
Pumbo on the chin. His head snapped back 
and he staggered. Angela skip-jumped, and 
this time her left foot knifed into Pumbo's 
crotch with such force that even Nicola 
winced.

Seseke's chamberlain turned the most 
peculiar shade of purple. He dropped the 
scimitar and with a deep groan keeled over.

"Where did you learn to do that?" Nicola 
asked.

"'Buck-Naked Kickboxing Bimbos III'," 
Angela replied. "Actually, I only ever 
learned to do that move when I'm not 
wearing pants." She bent over and picked up 
the sword, peering at its pommel with an 
evil glint in her eye.

As Nicola watched, Angela yanked down 
Pumbo's pants, baring his fat ass. A moment 
later, Pumbo gave a squeal of shock as 
Angela claimed her payback. Leaving the 
little man writing around on the ground 
with the blunt end of his scimitar in a 
very uncomfortable place, the starlets ran 
towards the airstrip.

The girls burst out from the cover of the 
alley, the hot African sun washing across 
their nude bodies. Nicola was so nervous 
she was sweating, beads of moisture forming 
on her perfect, naked body.

At the far end of the strip she could see a 
Cessna plane, its propeller churning 
through the humid air. Nicola's heart leapt 
for joy. Whoever their mysterious 
benefactor was, they had come through. 
"Come on!" Nicola cried, grabbing Angela by 
the arm.

"Stop!" a booming voice shouted at them. 
"You are my property, come back here now!"

It was Prince Seseke, dashing across the 
airfield from the direction of his palace. 
He was still naked from the waist down, his 
cock flapping comically between his legs as 
he ran to intercept the girls, followed 
closely by a squad of his guards.

The starlets took off as fast as their 
shapely legs could carry them, knowing that 
they were running for their freedom. Lithe 
Angela quickly took the lead, Nicola 
lagging a little behind. Sprinting along 
caused her hefty boobs to pound back and 
forth across her chest (something Angela 
didn't have to contend with), and the saucy 
starlet wished that somewhere along this 
adventure she'd managed to get hold of a 
sports bra.

As they rapidly approached the Cessna, 
Nicola tried to make out just who was 
sitting at the controls, but all she could 
see through the canopy was a dark 
silhouette waving at them to hurry up. She 
risked a glance back over her shoulder and 
saw her former master hot on her heels.

Angela reached the plane first and bounded 
into the rear compartment. "Move it, 
lardass! Or I'm leaving you behind."

A moment later Nicola caught up, and climbed 
into the plane as it began to taxi along 
the runway, slamming the door shut behind 
her.

Seseke and his men continued to give chase 
but as the Cessna picked up speed the 
enraged Prince was left further and further 
behind. Nicola still clenched her 
teeth, worried that they weren't out of the 
woods yet. It wasn't until the plane's 
wheels gently rose off the ground  
that she at last felt safe.

Far behind them, Seseke finally came to a 
halt, panting with the exertions of the 
chase. His guards, catching up to him, 
noticed for the first time he wasn't 
wearing any pants. They exchanged smirking 
glances and a few titters were heard.

"Shut up," Seseke muttered and stalked back 
towards his palace.

Nicola looked down at the receding African 
jungle and sighed a sigh of relief. There was, 
however, still one more mystery that needed 
to be solved. From the rear cabin all 
Nicola could see of their pilot and 
benefactor was his (her?) shoulder and the 
back of their helmet.

"Dammit!" murmured Angela, searching 
through the cabin. "Isn't there anything to 
wear?" Nicola pushed past her, heading for 
the cockpit.

"Who are you?" Nicola cried, trying to 
raise her voice above the din of noise 
inside the plane. Slowly, the pilot turned 
around, revealing-

"Akumba!" Nicola gasped.

He twisted his thick lips into a crooked 
smile. "Actually, the name's Joe Gribble," 
he said, his accent miraculously 
transformed to sharp, unmistakeably 
Californian tones.

"*The* Joe Gribble?" asked Angela, coming 
up behind Nicola. "Of Blackguard Pictures?"

"That's me, sweetheart," he replied 
modestly. Instantly smelling money and 
power, Angela's eyes lit up. "Oh my," she 
purred. "If only I'd known we'd have such 
distinguished company, I'd've put some 
clothes on." She coyly fanned herself, thus 
drawing his attention to her 
slim, naked body.

"But," Nicola butted in before Angela  
started fucking his leg like a bitch in heat, 
"you kidnapped us in the first place, 
Seseke paid you."

"Yup," he replied. "Ysee, I'm casting a new 
movie called 'Captured Beauties', about a 
pair of gorgeous tourists who get kidnapped 
and whipped off to join an African prince's 
harem. Your agents recommended the two of 
you for the leads."

"So, this was all just a sort of audition?" 
Nicola asked, not believing what she was 
hearing.

"You could call it that. I thought this way 
would be a lot more fun for all involved." 
He gave the starlet a naughty wink. Nicola 
opened her mouth to indignantly reply that 
it had not been fun, but, on a moment's 
reflection, she realized that the past 
couple of days hadn't been that bad.

"Do we get the parts?" Angela asked 
eagerly.

"Maybe..." Gribble replied. "We'll see."

"At least we're heading back to Hollywood," 
Nicola sighed.

"Actually, we're heading for Cannes. I'm 
having a little soiree there tonight for 
some of my European contacts." He glanced 
back at the naked starlets. "I could do 
with a couple of gorgeous girls to help 
with the... 'entertainment'. You wouldn't 
mind, wouldcha? Could really help cinch 
those roles."

Nicola rolled her eyes. Things really were 
back to normal!

END.
