Jenny's African Adventure - Part Two.

 

By Brummie

 

This story was written based on an outline sent to me by a fan. Many thanks for his imaginative contribution.

 

 

Chapter Five. Brain Well Cleaned.

 

   'You know brainwashing isn't an exact science don't you' said Michael Busa to Godfrey Mordant. 'I can't guarantee she'll succeed in killing King Abelola.'

 

   'That's the beauty of my plan' the British Ambassador to the Kingdom of Naboombu smiled 'she doesn't have to succeed just so long as she makes the attempt. It'll be enough to turn the King against Britain and award the oil contract to my employers.'

 

   Busa nodded. 'O.K. then help me prepare her.'

 

   They left the hut and went a little way into the jungle where they cut two sturdy poles each nine feet long. Back in the hut they dug two holes two feet apart and planted the poles so they crossed halfway up their length. Dark earth filled the holes packed hard so the poles were fixed then using rough hemp rope they tied them together were they crossed. Nails were driven into the wood inches from their tops.

 

   Turning their attention to the naked blonde agent, first they inserted MP3 buds into her ears then forced a latex bondage hood over her head. It covered her eyes, ears and nose and buckled under her chin leaving only her mouth free. There were holes cut to allow her to breathe through her nose when a gag was added. Working together they carried her to the makeshift wooden 'X' frame. Musa supported the sleeping blonde while Mordant wrapped rope round her wrist then tethered her to the top of one of the wooden staves. He made sure the rope went round the nail so it wouldn't slip up or down. With one of her arms tied the other proved much easier to bind. Her ankles were the easiest. Finally they wound a rope around her middle fixing her torso to the cross.

 

   Standing back the men stared appreciatively at the blonde spread-eagled before them with her black latex covered head bent forward her chin on her chest. They stood in silence for a minute gazing at the splendid body with her head encased in the incongruous shiny black hood remembering the feel of her flesh as they'd used and abused her. They would probably have felt guiltier than they did had the blonde not urged them to fuck her harder.

 

   With a soft groan Jenny began to stir. She was still only semi-conscious and the latex hood served as a form of sensory deprivation. She tugged at her wrist bindings but they held her firm. Slowly her head turned this way and that trying to detect the slightest sound or smell. Eventually in a rasping voice due to her dry throat she spoke 'Hello. Is anyone there?'

 

   Mordant held up a hand urging his deputy to silence then they left the hut. An hour later Michael Busa returned carrying a bowl. The bound blonde looked like she had fallen asleep but she raised her head seeming to realise someone was present even though he was sure he hadn't made a sound. He barked 'drink' and pressed the bowl to her lips. She resisted but when she realised it was milk she relented and gulped it down.

 

   She was right it was milk, well mostly milk. It also contained a good slug of an aphrodisiac produced from a local plant and a shot of Scopolamine. Feeling better and with her throat lubricated Jenny opened her mouth to protest so Busa took his chance and shoved a huge red ball gag between her teeth and quickly buckled it behind her head.

 

   The blonde agent went bonkers tugging at the ropes bonding her wrists and trying to scream curses which just came out as unintelligibly muffled sounds. Michael Busa watched awestruck. Every time she struggled her breasts reacted swinging and swaying across her chest. Quickly it became obvious the bindings were secure so she gradually relented breathing hard through the latex hoods nose holes.

 

   Busa waited his gaze moving over the blonde’s naked body. He knew the aphrodisiac would begin its insidious work soon and he was right. Jenny felt the effect first in her loins. Gradually her vagina began to tingle. Then grow warmer. Next her inner and outer labia puffed up engorged with blood. The blonde’s clitoris erected and finally juice moistened her pussy lips.

 

   The next visible response was to her breasts. Her areolas puffed up so it looked like each giant tit was topped with a dark pink crinkly dome. At the centre of each rose a thick nipple nearly three quarters of an inch long.

 

   All of these physical changes were accompanied by the fizzing of every single nerve ending, every single inch of her skin. Behind the gag the blonde agent whimpered. She felt like she was on fire and teetering on the edge of orgasm. A single touch on her breasts or pussy would be enough to push her over and give her the climax that she desperately needed. A climax that the bindings were denying her.

 

   With the blonde's body in constant sexual turmoil and her brain full of psychotropic hallucinatory drugs Michael Busa connected a small MP3 player and switched it on. A tiny voice grew in the centre of her head. Whispering. Insistent. Incessant. 'Kill Abelola, Kill the King, Kill him, kill him.'

 

   Busa, Grace and Winifred took it in turns to stay with her watching to ensure she didn't suffocate. They also force fed her more milk, aphrodisiac and mind bending drugs every two hours. Bound to the cross the blonde agent murmured through the ball-gag and twitched. Occasionally her latex encased head rocked but mostly she just suffered. 'Kill, kill, kill the King.'

 

   Hour after hour the British secret agent hung by her wrists from the crossed wooden tree trunks, 'Kill the King', mind tormented, 'Kill', flesh febrile, 'Kill', erogenous zones ablaze, 'Kill him. He ordered your torture' suffering, alone, powerless, the voice in her brain constant, persistent, repeating, relentless. 'Kill the King'.

 

   For twenty four hours they continued Jenny's torment then Godfrey Mordant returned. He studied her suspended sweat stained body. It was impossible to measure the hypnotic effect the mind altering drugs coupled with the burning sexual need engendered by the aphrodisiac was having on the blonde. All they could do was follow the instructions they'd been given and trust to the weakened mind of the blonde to submit to their demand. With a nod to Busa they prepared for the second phase of the treatment. A quick round of Rock, Paper, Scissors and winning Mordant stripped naked.

 

   Staring at the blonde’s fabulous body a couple of tugs with his fist was all he needed to become fully erect. He stepped between her spread legs and thrust hard burying his cock into her moist cunt. Both hands seized a fist full of her tits then he went to town roughly ravishing the captive blonde.

 

   Jenny jerked awake as she felt him enter her. In seconds she was writhing as desperately yearned for erotic sensations filled her pussy and breasts. Mordant twisted her tits sending pain and pleasure, they both felt the same, through her abused mammaries. With her ankles tied wide apart she was powerless to stop him as he forced his shaft deeper into her hot, moist womanhood.

 

   He felt the tell-tail signs of her building orgasm. Her breathing quickened rasping through the latex nose holes, her loins grew warmer, wetter, her body stretched like a cat yawning. Then it hit her like an express train. The climax denied her for a day and a night exploded within her loins. Wave after wave of exquisite agony flooded her body emanating outwards. It felt to Mordant like her muscles must surely rip themselves from her bones as she strained against her bindings. Then he felt his own orgasm begin. His balls tightened forcing his semen out into his cock to ejaculate deep inside the moaning thrashing blonde.

 

   Mordant withdrew leaving the British agent still spasming. Small aftershocks made her bound body jerk and shudder. One orgasm wasn't enough she needed more, would have begged for more if her mouth hadn't been crammed full of rubber.

 

   Together the two men released the blondes bound wrists and ankles from the tree trunks. She collapsed forward like a puppet with its strings cut. Once the waist rope was untied she fell into Busa's arms who then dragged her limp form over to a new apparatus. Had she been able to see what they intended she may have put up more of a fight but in her present condition feeble protest was all she could manage. Busa positioned the big titted agent bent forwards at the hips over a sturdy wooden 'T' driven into the dirt floor. Further wooden spas at its base allowed them to bind her ankles wide apart. As their measurements were accurate her neck fell perfectly in the large semi-circular hole in the base plank of the set of stocks. With her wrists placed in the other two cut-outs they slammed the top plank down trapping the blonde.

 

   Removing her ball-gag and changing the triple A battery in the MP3 player Mordant then fed the British agent a nice cool bowl of milk, aphrodisiac and a psycho drug with a name even he couldn't pronounce.

 

    Jenny's brain was swimming in a fog of drug induced delirium while her body fizzed as if super sensitised. She didn't even know she was bound to the crude wooden apparatus. The slightest touch sent tremors of ecstasy through her nervous system to further overload her mind. And all the time there was the voice. Wheedling, cajoling, seducing, insisting. 'Kill, kill, kill the King.'   

 

   Mordant sat back watching contentedly as Busa slid his large black cock into the helplessly bound blonde's cunt. Taking his time the Ambassador’s muscular black henchman used long slow shoves to drive her wild with desire. Each thrust made her hanging breasts swing. It only took him a couple of minutes to force her to orgasm again. Her body trembled and jerked as her pussy burst into another violent climax. He controlled himself proud of his ability to delay his orgasm, prouder still of his mastery and dominance over his sexual conquests.

 

   Jenny moaned piteously as Busa doubled and re-doubled his thrusting heaping, intensifying, augmenting more and more erotic sensations through her body. He felt her building once more. This time he intended to flood her with his essence so he raised his hand and slapped her plump butt. Harder and harder he thrust and harder and harder he spanked. Jenny's body began to seize and shudder. With a loud grunt Busa ejaculated spurting hot semen deep inside the blonde. For the third time in half an hour the British agent orgasmed hard almost as if her insides were trying to burst out of her body.

 

   The two men kept up their abuse of the huge titted blonde. Taking it in turns they either fucked her pussy or her throat, she seemed to savour both equally, until they were spent. Then a couple of Viagra pills gave them another two hours to abuse the beautiful bound agent. Jenny meanwhile remained in a haze as the drugs they'd forced into her coursed through her veins. Her body was sheened with sweat and semen seeped from her well-used vagina and during the entire ordeal the voice echoed in her head. 'Kill, kill, kill the King.'

 

   Finally they could abuse the blonde no more. From a bag Mordant selected two gigantic vibrators. Wetting them with the blondes own sweat he slowly slid one into her pussy. Even its huge girth didn't stop it sliding easily into her sopping wet vagina. Her body shuddered as she felt her womanhood being invaded again. The second plastic column nudged her anus. Small mewing noises escaped her throat as Mordant pressed forwards gently twisting the sex toy. It took a hefty push to ram the vibrator into her ass then he flicked the switch on each toy.

 

   Jenny spasmed as the vibrators hummed into life deep in her loins. She'd been fucked on and off for five hours but the aphrodisiac still kept her on the edge of orgasm. 'Kill, kill, kill the King.' Her body stiffened and her pussy and ass clenched around the plastic shafts. 'It's Abelola’s fault'. She rocked in her bondage moaning. Her teeth ground together and yet another orgasm was ripped from her abused loins.

 

   An hour later as the batteries were winding down Grace and Winifred, two local prostitutes appeared. The men left and the whole sexual abuse of the blonde started again. While Winifred sat changing the batteries in the toys Grace moved in behind the blonde agent. Jenny was exhausted by now. As fit as she was the orgasms had taken their toll on her body. Had they not been feeding her the 'milk' she would have been severely dehydrated.

 

   With a vicious shove Grace buried the strap-on into Jenny's pussy. Taking long slow strokes the bare breasted black woman took over were the vibrators had left off fucking the restrained moaning blonde all while the voice whispered in her mind. 'Kill, kill, kill the King.'

 

   For twenty hours they fucked, vibrated and dildo’d the helpless British agent driving her mad with lust forcing orgasm after orgasm from her magnificent body and filling her mind with fog and confusion. All the while she could hear nothing but the voice. The voice. Insistent. 'Kill Abelola'. Non-stop. 'Kill'. Persistent. 'Kill the King'.

 

   They tied the weak and sagging blonde back on the cross. After an extra-large slug of the 'milk' they shoved the ball-gag back between her teeth and left her to suffer. Still she was blinded by the latex hood and deafened by the MP3 player’s ear-buds and still the voice whispered. 'It's the King's fault. He ordered your torture. Kill, kill, kill the King.'

 

   On the fourth day Mordant and Busa took the morning shift ravishing, molesting and abusing the blonde agent. When they were exhausted they waited for the women. After an hour it became obvious they weren't going to appear. Probably found a rich mark said Busa who then suggested an alternative.

 

   A little later he returned in the company of two tribesmen. Both men were over six feet tall and stick thin while still seeming to be supremely fit. They wore full native dress. A headband festooned with feathers, a necklace of bones from creatures they'd killed, a simple loin cloth, small animal fur covered their lower legs. They wore nothing on their feet which had obviously hardened over many years of traipsing through the undergrowth. Also they carried long spears which if thrown properly would shish-kebab a Warthog. Facially they were both handsome by European standards. They didn't follow the Negro pattern. Instead they looked to have Arabic influences with long straight noses and thin lips while still being a dark blue black in skin colour. Mordant thought they might be related to the Zulu tribe.

 

   Busa introduced them as Jamir and Amari. No European names here. There had been a missionary but before he could exert any influence over the tribe they ate him.

 

   On seeing Jenny they turned to look quizzically at Busa. He explained that the blonde was a spy sent bring Christianity to the tribes and this was the punishment decreed for her temerity. The men who were in fact brothers nodded seeming to accept the story and after force feeding Jenny more 'milk' Mordant and Busa left them to their work.

 

   The men stared down at the blonde. Even they could see she was amazingly fit and athletic. Good traits in a wife but even better were huge milk giving titties to feed the many sons of a successful warrior. After a minute Jamir placed his spear aside and began, despite Busa's express orders not too, to free her from the wooden apparatus. The stock was opened and her ankles untied so they could carry her across to sit on the rough seat.

 

   Amari then peeled the latex hood off Jenny's head and took the ear-phones out. Not surprisingly the latex hood in the jungle heat had plastered the blonde’s hair to her head with her own sweat. Jamir used a cloth dipped in water to gently wipe her face. The cool water revived her somewhat and the first thing she realised was that there was no longer a maddening voice inside her head. Slowly the British agent opened her eyes to see two almost identical natives.

 

   She stared silently at them. Her mind was still in turmoil so she couldn't tell if they were real or just a figment of her fevered imagination. Focusing on Jamir's face she whispered 'Thank you.' His reply meant nothing to her as he spoke only the local dialect but the tone in both their voices was enough to convey their meaning.

 

   One thing she was sure of though was that the aphrodisiac was working because she was still desperate for more sexual relief. Pushing the wet cloth away Jenny slipped from the chair to lie on her back on the floor. Slowly, sexily she spread her legs exposing her engorged pussy to the two natives. The white woman was offering herself to them. Neither man was going to pass up the chance of having the foreign blonde although she wasn't their ideal beauty her blazing sexuality could smash through any racial barrier.

 

   There wasn't any argument as to who would go first. Jamir was the elder brother by a full two minutes so he ripped off his loin cloth revealing a good eight inches of cock hanging between his thighs. He knelt between Jenny's spread legs staring at her gaping moist pussy. His shaft began to harden slowly rising like a cobra about to strike. By the time he was fully erect his cock had grown to ten inches long with a veined shaft and plump purple helmet.

 

   The blonde agent whimpered opening her arms begging him to take her. He was as excited as her so aiming at her wide open pussy he threw himself forwards impaling her on his shaft. She screamed with ecstasy as the ten inches of rock hard cock penetrated her velvety womanhood. There was no pretence of tenderness. The two fucked like wild animals grunting, hair pulling. Jenny's legs wrapped around his slim hips urging him to slam his cock into her harder. There was no kissing. Their arms encircled each other making them as one, the proverbial beast with two backs. Thighs slapped together, breath wheezed from tortured lungs.

 

   Jenny being full of sex drugs climaxed first. The black tribesman felt her body begin to stiffen as she shouted out pleading with him. He didn't know the meaning of the words but he understood what she was trying to say so he clenched his back, butt and thigh muscles and drove his hips forwards filling the blonde with hard black cock. In seconds she orgasmed moaning and groaning her insides tightening and erupting like a firework display. Jamir felt her juices warming his shaft but he didn't stop. He kept on fucking the bucking blonde hammering his shaft into her body without mercy.

 

   The big titted blonde agent felt a second climax gathering in her loins. Sweat beaded on Jamir's forehead as he kept on pile driving into her cunt. She tensed again and ground her teeth together as a second orgasm permeated outward from her abused pussy. Still the black tribesman kept on shafting her until with a local version of 'Geronimo' he jammed his cock deep into her pussy and filled her with stream after stream of semen. Jenny felt him ejaculating inside her pussy and orgasmed a third time.

 

   She lay spent her chest heaving drawing in great breaths of oxygen arms and legs spread wide her tits flopping sideways cum seeping from her pussy.

 

   Amari was preparing for his turn with the blonde when Michael Busa exploded into the hut and seeing the blonde on the floor began shouting at the tribesmen. He was obviously pissed that they'd released Jenny but even more angry that they'd removed the latex hood and ear-buds. On and on he raged waving his arms at them until Jamir grabbed his spear and pointed it at him. Busa would have been in danger had he not whipped out a very business-like pistol. They black men may have been primitive but they recognised a fucking big gun when it was pointed at them.

 

   With as much dignity as he could muster Jamir re-tied his loin cloth them he and his very frustrated brother left the hut. Having watched them disappear into the trees Busa quickly prepared a syringe and before the blonde agent could react injected her with a quick acting anaesthetic. Then he called Mordant on a shortwave radio, the country had no mobile phone infrastructure, and listened to his instructions which amounted to bring her back to the Consulate.

 

   Busa dismantled the wooden cross and stocks throwing the pieces into the jungle. Then he took all other items like pharmaceuticals, syringes, drug phials and stored them in his battered pick-up truck. Returning with a simple dress he stared down at the naked blonde. Sneering he took off his trousers then straddled her torso and knelt so his cock nestled between her boobs.

 

   He fucked the unconscious blonde’s magnificent tits slapping them together trapping his black cock between the soft pillowy mounds. Had she been awake Jenny would have cried out in pain because Busa was determined to take out his anger on her tender flesh. His black fingers sank deeply into her white boob flesh forcing them against his shaft. He rocked back and forth sliding his cock between her breasts making her body writhe and jerk until he began to feel his sperm rising. Releasing her tits he gripped her chin forcing her mouth open and laughing spurted his semen between her slack lips.

 

 

Chapter Six. The Palace.

 

   Mordant climbed the creaking stairs to the first floor and entered the last bedroom. Jenny lay in the bed her freshly washed blonde hair spread out on the pillow and her face calm and serene in sleep. The British Ambassador gently shook her shoulder until she stirred.

 

   'Hello my dear. Feeling better?'

 

   'Better?' the blonde murmured sleepily.

 

   'Yes. I'm afraid you caught a dose of the River Fever. You've been in bed for five days delirious most of the time. The fever only broke yesterday thanks to medicine proscribed by the local Doctor.'

 

   'You mean I wasn't taken to a hut in the jungle?'

 

   'Certainly not my dear. Like I said you've been hallucinating for the last few days.'

 

   'So all those things that happened to me weren't real.'

 

   'No. All in your mind so don't fret, you're safe here. If you want to sleep some more that's OK otherwise we're due to meet King Abelola tomorrow.'

 

   A sudden wave of blind hatred flooded the British agents mind at the mention of the King. She threw back the bed clothes and made as if to run to the Palace in her bare feet before she caught herself. Her chest heaved with supressed rage, her fists clenched her nails digging into her palms and her cheeks flushed.

 

   After a few seconds of deep breaths she stammered through clenched teeth 'I'm fine thank you.'

 

   'Are you sure ...?' said Mordant.

 

   'Yes.'

 

   '... because you're stark naked.'

 

   Jenny looked down at herself and saw that he was right. Shrieking she frantically threw an arm across her tits and covered her pussy with her other hand.

 

   'I'll leave you to get dressed then shall I?' he said smiling memories of her splendid body filling his mind both from London and the hut in the jungle.

 

   'Thank you' the blonde replied watching as he closed the bedroom door.

 

   The next day Mordant and Jenny met in his office. He explained the history of the country. How it was ruled by various tribes who spent more time fighting, kidnapping and killing each other than anything else. Then the rise of one Chieftain who rather than unite the tribes put all his own kith and kin in positions of power and persecuted the other natives. He did this mostly with outside help who then discovered the oil. Suddenly the King became obscenely wealthy and repaid the outsiders by immediately kicking them out of the country.

 

   'So you can see the King is a very difficult character to deal with. Capricious, fickle, impulsive and entirely dangerous. No one has been able to count the number of his fellow Naboombuians he's murdered or had killed. Now we're trying to negotiate an oil contract with this madman. It is a huge contract as well. Easily worth many hundreds of millions to the British economy.'

 

   Jenny nodded. She'd read most of this in her mission log but it was always worth hearing from someone with local knowledge but every time he mentioned the King she felt a flash of rage

 

   'It's because of this' continued Mordant 'I have a special favour to ask of you.'

 

   'What's that?' she asked.

 

   'I want to give us the best chance in the negotiations and our chances of success would be improved immeasurably if the King didn't have his mind fully on the talks.'

 

   Jenny's brow furrowed. 'How can I help?'

 

   Mordant maintained his poker face as he said 'I want to distract the King and what with you being so beautiful, well I'd like you to wear traditional ceremonial Naboombu dress to, you know, honour the King.'

 

   The unsuspecting blonde seemed to give this some thought then said 'OK I don't see any harm in that and if it's going to help all the better.'

 

   The Ambassador smiled widely at her. 'That's jolly good. I knew I could depend on your patriotism to help out our poor old country. We desperately need not only the oil but the employment of our engineers and oil-men.' He laid it on even thicker. 'Just think of all the oil workers families that will benefit and the old people that will be able to afford to heat their homes through the freezing winter. Also I'm sure you'll be able to get close to the King.'

 

   Jenny felt the strangest of emotions. While a warmth grew in her stomach at being complemented for doing her patriotic duty another flood of anger filled her at the mention of the King.'

 

   The first step in getting her ready was a hair-do. An old black maid servant sat the blonde down and spent an hour tugging and twisting her long blonde hair into cornrows. Next she told Jenny to remove her western clothes. Once the blonde was naked she tied feathered bracelets round both of her ankles, a small brightly coloured skirt that came down to mid-thigh round her waist and fitted a dozen necklaces of bone and coloured stones. While natives would have gone barefoot in deference to her soft European feet Jenny was allowed plain flat shoes.

 

   She waited expectantly but the maid showed no signs of adding any more to her costume. It slowly dawned on the blonde that underwear was a foreign concept to these people but more importantly full ceremonial dress meant she was expected to be presented to the King bare breasted and knickerless.

 

   While Jenny wrestled with the conflicting emotions, patriotism versus humiliation, allegiance versus shyness the maid threw open the door and in marched Mordant. With a gasp she slapped her hands over her naked tits. With most women this would have had the desired effect of covering her embarrassment however the blonde had far too much embarrassment to be covered by her two small hands. Not only did the edges of her huge areolas peek out at the sides but the sight of her grasping her giant fleshy mounds was far more erotic than had she been plain naked.

 

   Mordant tutted. 'Now, now my dear there's no need to be shy. You've seen the native women. Bare breasts are perfectly normal in this society. It's no different to wearing a mini-skirt back home. Now show me your costume.'

 

   Reluctantly Jenny, still grasping her breasts, slowly turned right round. When she again faced the Ambassador he stared sternly at her until with a sigh she bowed her head and lowered her arms to her sides. Godfrey Mordant had been in the Diplomatic Service for many years and had learnt to keep his emotions from showing his opponents what he was thinking so outwardly he gave nothing away. Inside however his feelings could be best summed up by the phase 'Holy Mother of God. Would you look at the tits on that?'

 

   The blonde agent stood rigid as Mordant studied her. She would have sworn she could actually feel his stare like a laser burning into her flesh as his gaze wondered over her giant mounds.

 

   'Right' said Mordant a slight catch in his voice 'put a coat on and we'll get going.'

 

   The Ambassadors’ car was actually a Land Rover and Mordant drove himself. Such was the archaic nature of the country. After a few hundred yards Jenny got her first view of the Palace. It was a fearsome building obviously built to be easily defended. Surrounded by a moat with a wooden draw bridge its windows were small to protect defenders firing outwards and anti-aircraft gun emplacements could be seen on the roof. Soldiers stood guard on both sides of the bridge checking the credentials of anyone who entered.

 

   There was only one concession she could see to soften the fortress like building. They'd painted the whole damn thing pink.

 

   Armed with the latest Uzi and a very serious expression the guard let them cross the wooden bridge to drive into a small courtyard. Once out of the Landy Jenny spotted a strange feature. The far wall of the courtyard appeared plain but pock-marked. In front of it stood two six foot poles cemented into the ground. Suddenly her blood ran cold as she realised the pock-marks were bullet holes and the poles were used to tether criminals facing a firing squad. More well-armed soldiers herded as much as directed them into a small office. Mordant whispered 'Don't worry it's just that no one sees the King without being searched. He's not only a world class nut job he's as paranoid as a sack full of Meerkats.'

 

   'Or a British spy' thought Jenny wryly.

 

   Mordant went first. He slipped off his jacket for one soldier to check while a second one frisked him in a very efficient manner. The two nodded to each other and made to usher him through to a second anti-room. The Ambassador tried to object only to have the muzzle of a gun shoved under his nose. He went reluctantly. Then the soldiers turned to gaze at Jenny.

 

    Her stomach tightened. She'd found herself in this situation on many occasions and it rarely turned out well. Add to that the Naboombu treatment of women who hadn't been given the right to vote yet and were considered to be not only second class citizens but property to boot coupled with the fact she was foreign and to top it all bare breasted under her coat. The chances were she was going to be on the receiving end of a right royal seeing too.

 

   Soldier number one gestured for her to remove her coat. Jenny thought fast. If she couldn't come up with a plan quickly she would be on her knees 'paying the tax' again.

 

   Standing tall and proud she removed her coat. Both men stared at the white woman’s body in the traditional Naboombu dress. She was tall by native standards and superbly fit with well-defined muscles. Her stomach was washboard flat with a six-pack, her thighs athletic. But despite what Mordant had said there gaze quickly settled on her amazing twin mounds. They were obviously bigger and prouder than any they'd seen on the local women who hadn't yet discovered Marks & Spencer let alone Victoria's Secret. Without a word and acting as if they were Siamese twins joined at the libido they advanced on the woman. Jenny let out a surprised yelp as one seized a giant breast in each hand. The other flipped her skirt up around her waist so he could grab a butt cheek in one hand and cup her pussy with the other. 

 

   Jenny grunted but bore their rough molesting hands for a few seconds and then played the only card she had. These men weren't scared of her, nor of Mordant. They weren't scared of foreign objections or retaliations but there was two people they were scared of. 'Colonel Strang will hear of this' she said in a stern then shrill voice as a thick black finger slid inside her.

 

   Both soldiers hesitated. Neither spoke English but the name was known to all the military. To Jenny's bewilderment they burst out laughing. She looked at the two men confused then it occurred to her Strang didn't care if they abused a foreigner in fact he'd probably ordered them too. If he'd been there he'd probably have joined in. 'Damn' she thought 'should have gone with the big gun.

 

   Then they stopped mauling her body and with a harsh order forced the blonde to her knees. One began fumbling with his fly. If Jenny guessed wrong she was in for a belly full. She played her final card. 'King Abelola will punish you for this.'

 

   This time they didn't laugh. Strang was bad but the King was as nutty as a fruit cake and had people tortured and killed for the most trivial of reasons. With the raising of an eyebrow he could have you, your family and your pets introduced to the digestive tract of the crocodiles in the Naboombu River.

 

   With an annoyed snort and a dismissive gesture they pushed Jenny, who was frantically pulling down her skirt to cover her modesty and trying to thread her arms into her coat, through into the second anti-room where Mordant was waiting for her. 'You OK?' he asked.

 

   She nodded then asked what was going to happen.

 

   'We wait' said Mordant. 'We'll be taken through when the King is good and ready. It's typical negotiating tactics, make the other guy wait, show him who's in charge so we might as well relax, we could be here a while.'

 

   Relaxation was just what Jenny needed. The anxiety she felt wasn't caused by her brush with the soldiers but by her proximity to her target. The nearer she got to him the more she felt a growing murderous rage. Eventually after an hour an aide came for them. They dutifully followed him along the pink corridors lined with paintings no one ever looked at, tables no one ever used, chairs that no one ever sat on all costing more than the annual earnings of a Naboombu native and guards who never slept. With every step Jenny felt her fury rising until they stood before two giant pink doors again guarded by Uzi toting soldiers. Slowly they opened and the two Britons were ushered in.

 

   It wasn't a negotiating room as she's expected with a large table for both sides to sit facing each other it could only be described as the Thrown room. At the far end were two of the largest and most gaudy thrones the British agent had ever seen. They might have been wood underneath but both had been completely covered with gold and sparkling gems.

 

   Both thrones were occupied, the right one by a woman dressed in the brightest silk sari style dress. This was the infamous Wife Number One. She had nearly as murderous a reputation as her husband but she was considered shrewd and scheming instead of just Squirrel Shit nutty. Every square inch of her skin seemed to be adorned by some form of bracelet, anklet, necklace all of them mounted with precious stones. On her head she wore a gem encrusted crown. In fact she wore so much jewellery nobody would have been the slightest bit surprised if on standing up she'd fallen flat on her face.

 

   The other throne held King Abelola. He like his wife wore a brightly coloured robe, the obligatory crown and a necklace of Ruby encrusted gold and one concession to the modern world. On his wrist a two hundred thousand dollar Philippe Patek gold chronometer. It was easy to see where the wealth of the Kingdom was being spent. The main difference between the two people was that Wife Number One was a fine figure of a woman who looked like she could wrestle a lion single handed. The King on the other hand looked like he could eat a lion single handed. He was massive in every direction.

 

   Jenny stared at the monarch her chest tightening her fists clenched her teeth grinding. She fought to restrain herself from throwing herself at him in a frenzy of violence. She may have been consumed by the desire to kill him with her bare hands but her training held her in check. She was unarmed and two very alert guards stood either side of the royal couple. Their machine guns were not pointed directly at the British pair but that would change in the blink of an eye if they made the slightest wrong move. So she waited for her chance.

 

   In the accepted fashion Mordant took a step forward and bowed deeply. The King greeted him in a deep voice that would have suited a Mountain Gorilla. 'Thank you Your Highness. May I introduce my countrywoman Miss Jenny Munro?'

 

   Stepping forward Jenny was just about to bow when Mordant whispered under his breath 'Coat.'

 

   Slowly button by button she undid the coat. The guards stiffened watchful as paranoid as their King as the blonde slipped the coat from her shoulders and allowed it to fall. She bowed her head and waited. In the stunned silence every eye in the room zeroed in on the half-naked woman.

 

   The King spoke 'Sir Mordant, please approach.' There followed a discussion, heated at times, in the local tongue. At one point Wife Number One offered her opinion but she was swiftly slapped down by a curt word from the King leaving her with a face like a slapped arse. Finally he made his pronouncement ending any doubt as to what was going to happen.

 

   Godfrey Mordant returned to Jenny's side wearing his best poker face. His plan was coming together and soon he would be as rich as Croesus. They bowed as the King and Queen, who shot Jenny a look of pure spite, departed then he gave her the bad news.

 

   'The King was very impressed by your desire to honour him. Unfortunately he was so impressed he's decided you will be his next wife.'

 

   The blonde felt her stomach tighten with fear. 'What?' she exclaimed.

 

   'Look I'm sure it's just a negotiating tactic on his part you know like taking a hostage. Once all the paperwork is signed I'm sure he'll let you leave, well pretty sure, well quite sure.' Secretly Mordant didn't care whether the King released her or not. I mean what man in his right mind would let the buxom blonde go when he could have her to himself every night and twice on Sundays.

 

   Jenny gave the situation some extra thought then another emotion filled her. Joy. Come the wedding night she would be alone with the King and she knew at least six ways she could kill him with her bare hands.

 

   So it appeared the King would get what he wanted, Mordant would get what he wanted and Jenny would get what she wanted. Everyone was happy. Everyone that is except Wife Number One who could recognise a rival to her position when she saw it and she saw it in the bouncing boobs of this white bitch.

 

   As Mordant was ushered back the way they'd entered attendants escorted Jenny towards a different door. They led her deeper into the fortress towards the Kings harem. All that was left was her coat lying forlorn on the floor.

 

 

Chapter Seven. The Harem from Hell.

 

   Not surprisingly it was pink. Jenny was ushered in but the attendants, both male, didn't follow. If they had it would have been a Short Back and Sides in the testicular department for them. She stood looking round. The room was large. Round the edge sections had been curtained off to provide individual sleeping areas for each wife. Currently there were six all lounging on cushions around a central dais idly picking at bowls of fruit. Every one of them looked bored out of their minds. The country had no TV or radio and certainly no Interweb so it was books, music or fruit day after day. Because of this all eyes turned toward the blonde as she entered.

 

   She was by far the most interesting thing they'd seen in many a month. The looks they directed toward the blonde were hot, intense and hungry. The principle of a harem is fine for the husband. He has the choice of a sexual partner whenever he's in the mood. For the wives however they may only get picked once a month which for a health young woman results in terminal frustration. Jenny returned their stare but in her mind the message she could see was 'Hmmm. Fresh meat.'

 

   Jenny hesitated until one of the women, a small doll-like figure rose and took her arm. She was dressed as were all the others in light gauzy garments more associated with on Arab harem. The King had seen the fashion in a book one day and decreed all his wives must dress this way. She took Jenny's arm and pulled her gently to join the group seating her on a free cushion. Each of the women, all beautiful, all young gathered round her jabbering in the local language. The concept of personal space seemed not to have reached this part of Africa yet. Each of the wives were fascinated by the newcomer. They stroked her blonde hair, all of them had jet black hair. They stroked her white skin comparing it to their black but it was her breasts that came in for special interest. They obviously didn't think touching another woman’s breasts was a social no-no so no matter how many times Jenny pushed away an inquisitive hand there were two more to take its place.

 

   They stroked the blonde’s giant boobs, oohing and arring at their velvet softness. Jenny realised they weren't going to stop until they'd satisfied their curiosity so resigned herself to her fate. A black hand cupped a white boob and lifted it. This started off a whole new round of jabbering and each woman had to take a turn marvelling at the weight of Jenny's tits. One of the women flung open her blouse exposing her own modest breasts and planted Jenny's hand on her left tit. All she could do was nod and smile while murmuring 'err ... very ... err ... nice I'm sure.'

 

   This prompted all of the wives to strip topless to compare their breasts with each other and the new girl. Then they spotted Jenny's nipples. The constant handling had roused the peaks of the blonde’s breasts. Her areolas and nipples had puffed up like the cherry on top of a cupcake. A round of nipple stroking then tweaking, pulling and flicking followed until Jenny's chest and cheeks began to flush a deep pink. Her insides began to churn and she could feel herself losing control.

 

   Suddenly one of the women cried out and pointed. During the round of breast fondling the Jenny's red skirt had ridden up and the woman had spotted her hairless pussy. The jabbering and merriment grew even louder as Jenny felt herself pulled back until she lay flat on the cushions. 'No ... please' she begged as her legs were forcibly spread and curious black fingers stroked her shaved pussy.

 

   All six women held on to the blonde as she struggled pleading with them to stop. 'Oh my' she squeaked as a long black finger slid inside her vagina. Her hips writhed as the finger wriggled inside her. Another hand brushed her clitoris forcing a long drawn out moan from deep in her chest. Black hands gripped her breasts massaging them until Jenny's struggles to free herself turned into striving to hang on. 'Please don't' she sobbed but it wasn't clear if she was begging them to stop or not.

 

   The mega titted blonde squirmed as the laughing black women teased her breasts and pussy. Gradually Jenny's breathing began to shorten. Her chest heaved and her hips writhed. She felt her orgasm begin to build. More black fingers plunged into her pussy. She opened her mouth wide ready to cry out when a deep gruff voice barked a loud command and all of the wives shrieking with fear released the wriggling blonde leaving her on the very cusp of relief. Jenny moaned in frustration still lying on the cushions bare breasted and legs spread wide apart her pussy moist and gaping.

 

   Suddenly a large hand grabbed her round the throat and hauled her upright. Jenny found herself face to face with Wife Number One. In fact she was so close the giant tits of the two women were crushed together.

 

   'My name is Martha' growled the woman slowly so close that the British blonde could smell her fetid breath 'and I am the Number One, the Kings favourite. I am in control, I say what happens, I say who sees the King' and then in even more menacing tones 'and I am entrusted with administering discipline. Do I make myself clear?'

 

   All Jenny could do was nod her head and grimace because the woman’s hand was still gripping her throat.

 

   'Good' grunted Martha and released the blonde. Jenny coughed and rubbed her throat retreating to join the other wives. Gathering her thoughts it suddenly occurred to her that Wife Number One had spoken in English in addition she had an American accent. She looked at her anew. She was a full Negress with jet black shiny skin and frizzy black hair cut fairly short. She stood nearly six feet tall and appeared fit and strong.

 

   She glared at the wives who all shifted their feet and refused to meet her challenging stare. Jenny not wanting to antagonise her followed suit bowing her head making herself seem meek and mild. Martha then spate out a series of instructions in Naboombu and stalked out of the harem. Jenny looked around confused not understanding what had been said.

 

   As she pulled down her skirt to cover her puffy vagina the wife who had first greeted her joined her. 'Adjana' she said pointing to herself. Smiling broadly at the doll-like beauty she replied 'Jenny.'

 

   Adjana directed Jenny to a free sleeping area. It had not a bed but a thin mattress on the floor. A small set of bedside draws and a few pillows. Curtains surrounded it for some privacy. Then Adjana showed her their swimming pool and the communal restrooms. Back in her sleeping area Adjana selected a set of the gauze like garments from the draws and a pair of flat shoes. Jenny thanked her then attempted to find out what Martha had said before she'd left. With much waving of arms and miming Jenny determined that there was going to be some sort of contest between the wives with prizes for the winners.

 

   Jenny took a shower washing the cornrows from her hair then put on her harem clothes. She stared at herself in the mirror. As she thought the material was almost see-through so both prominent peaks of her breasts were obvious as was the slit of her pussy and her peachy ass. Tying her hair in a ponytail she joined the other wives round the fruit bowls. She nibbled a few grapes but finding it hard to communicate with any of the wives other than Adjana she decided to investigate the harem.

 

   Being underground there were no windows. Each pink wall had a hanging tapestry of native design and electric lights at regular intervals. This interested Jenny as it meant there must be a pretty sizable generator somewhere in the building. The restrooms had three toilet cubicles with thankfully proper toilets. She could see the hand of Martha in this because she was sure the American would have not relished the normal Naboombu toilet habits. (Don't ask). There was six showerheads much like a changing room arrangement with a central drain.

 

   The swimming pool was about ten metres long and four wide with the nearest end the deepest at six feet. In the main room there was nothing except the central table. Then Jenny spotted a door. It opened easily and in the dark interior she fumbled for the light switch. For the first time since she'd arrived in Naboombu Jenny found herself in a modern room. It was a fully kitted out gymnasium.

 

   The gym had a dozen different fitness machines. A couple of exercise bikes, a walking machine, a rowing machine and various other types. There was a multi-gym for weight lifting using arms, legs and any other body part you could think of together with a big selection of weights and dumb-bells. Finally there was a twenty foot square padded Dojo for Judo, Karate and wrestling.

 

   Switching off the light Jenny had one final item to investigate. She pulled open the big pink doors. Outside two guards reacted as if they'd been threatened. They turned and pointed their automatic weapons at her. Inside Adjana grabbed her and slammed the doors closed. Jenny didn't understand a single word the woman said to her but she did realise that the gist was 'Don't open the door, dumbass.'

 

   Approximately an hour later Martha returned and after shooting a look of pure hatred at Jenny she ushered them all into the gym. She sat herself down beside the dojo on a chair nearly as big as her thrown to watch the night’s entertainment and pointed to one of the wives named M'bota who leapt up and bounded on to the mat. After appearing to consider her choice she pointed at Jenny. As the blonde agent rose Adjana whispered 'win, prize.'

 

   Before they began Martha spoke a few words in Naboombu. M'bota nodded but behind Jenny Adjana looked shocked. The two women faced each other sizing each other up. M’bota looked fit and athletic. She was thinner and lighter but as tall as Jenny. The main difference apart from their colour being Jenny's huge tits and plump ass.

 

   M'bota held out her hand and Jenny grasped it. Big mistake. M'bota’s foot kicked her hard in the ribs. The blonde grunted then felt her arm being twisted so she had to drop to one knee to ease the pain. The black woman threw her whole weight on to Jenny's shoulder joint forcing her face down on the mat while maintaining her hold on the blonde’s wrist. With her arm flat on the mat M'bota slammed her knee down on Jenny's bicep. She felt her arm go numb.

 

   Martha smiled secretly. She wasn't going to let any big titted bimbo take her place, a place she'd worked so hard for. In fact if Colonel Strang did his part soon she would have the wealth of the entire country as her own. In the meantime let the blonde provide her with her perverted pleasures.

 

   Jenny lay on the mat groaning. Pain was returning to her arm which was a good sign. It meant the nerve had only been shocked and full usage would return soon although it would still be uncomfortable. M'bota waited bouncing on her toes anticipating the next attack. Martha had told her to ruin the blonde and even though she didn't want to what Martha wanted Martha got. Had M'bota disobeyed then Number One Wife was well capable of having her whipped or worse.

 

   Jenny climbed painfully to her feet more cautious now. The women circled, Jenny shaking her arm trying to get the full feeling back, M'bota looking for an opening. Martha had signalled she should slow down. She didn't want the entertainment to end too soon.

 

   The fighters grappled in the centre of the mat. Jenny felt the weakness still in her arm and she quickly snatched it away when M'bota tried to grab it again. Suddenly the black woman swept her foot round at ground level kicking Jenny's feet out from under her slamming her flat on her back. Before Jenny could recover M'bota grabbed the blondes ankles under her arms placed her foot between her thighs and fell backwards. Jenny's pussy was pulled hard on to the woman’s foot. Pain erupted in the blonde agents groin as the black woman ground her foot hard twisting it left and right and kicking out. M'bota rolled away leaving the blonde with her hands grasping her injured vagina.

 

   When she got back she'd have to mention this to MI6 so they could make it part of the training.

 

   Staggering to her feet she faced the laughing woman. Jenny felt her resolve stiffen. She was fighting for Queen and Country and now her dander was well and truly up. M’bota charged in and Jenny seemed to lose her focus allowing the black woman to grasp her injured left arm. Just as both the woman’s hands gripped her arm Jenny swung her right hand slapping the woman viciously across the face.

 

   The slap echoed round the gym and sent the surprised woman staggering back clutching her cheek. She stared wide-eyed with shock at the blonde almost as if a fluffy kitten had just somehow pulled out a gun and shot her. Now it was Jenny’s turn to smile which seemed to drive the black woman wild. She rushed at Jenny. Big mistake. Any Judo player will say that the easiest throw is the one that uses the opponents own weight and momentum. M’bota cried out with rage as Jenny dodged to the side and stuck out a leg. Tripping, the black woman fell in an undignified heap sprawling on the mat. Seething now M’bota charged again. Jenny ducked under her swinging arms and claw-like clutching fingers and as M’bota sailed past the British agent kicked her hard in the ribs.

 

   The black woman stopped her chest heaving and her ribs throbbing and stared at the blonde. M’bota calmed her anger. She now had a new respect for the blonde. Jenny meanwhile was falling into the same trap M’bota had fallen into. By thinking ‘this is easy’ her over-confidence would prove to be her own undoing.

 

   Slowly the women circled. When M’bota had the blonde in the position she wanted she advanced. Suddenly one of the wives at the side of the mat grabbed Jenny’s ankles. The blonde looked down to see what was stopping her moving just as M’bota reached her. The black woman encircled her in a bear hug and with Jenny’s legs held apart kneed her in the groin, not once but three times before releasing her. Jenny collapsed moaning at the sickening pain in her pussy.

 

   Jenny thought she would be allowed to recover but Martha had other ideas. With a nod she urged M'bota on and Jenny felt herself pulled to sit upright. Her gauzy top was pulled down trapping her arms and exposing her massive tits. M'bota knelt behind the blonde then wrapped her left arm round Jenny's head from the right side so she was held under her armpit facing upward. The black woman raised her free right hand.

 

   Martha held up both hands indicating ten then smirking flicked her fingers doubling the amount.

 

   M'bota brought her hand down slapping Jenny's giant right tit. The blonde jerked and cried out. It hadn't been a love tap but a full blooded thwack making the tender breast flesh shudder and ripple. Every woman watching, with the exception of Martha, winced as M'bota administered the sentence. Thwack, thwack, thwack the black woman thrashed the writhing blonde. The force of the slaps could be gauged by the colour of Jenny's tits. It only took three on each to turn the massive spheres pink, a couple more red, then cherry, then scarlet and at twenty dark red with blue patches.

 

  M'bota threw the moaning blonde aside and stood up.

 

   Martha stared down at the whimpering blonde a warm glow growing in her loins. Jenny was cradling her excruciatingly painful breasts. Her pussy completely forgotten now.  Martha nodded to M'bota once more this time drawing her finger meaningfully across her throat.

 

   The black woman hesitated but knew she had little choice it was the blonde or her. She grabbed Jenny's wrists and hauled her upwards. Unfortunately she'd made a fatal mistake. She wasn't aware that Jenny had years of training coupled with the fact that while her tits were on fire, pain could be ignored. As Jenny allowed herself to be pulled to her feet she dipped her head between M'bota's thighs and stood up. The woman flew over Jenny's head to land with a fearful thud on her back. Jenny stamped on her stomach as hard as she could, not strictly needed but what the hell her tits fucking hurt, then wrapping her arms round the woman’s neck she applied a sleeper hold.

 

   M'bota fought for a few seconds but she had no leverage and she also had, with her carotid artery blocked, no oxygen supply to her brain. Quickly she subsided into unconsciousness. Had Jenny wanted to she could have held the stranglehold. Another minute brain damage another two death but she'd spotted the gesture from Martha and suspected M'bota wasn't to blame so she released her to lie senseless on the mat.

 

   Staggering to her feet the blonde moved to sit at the side of the Dojo. Adjana put a comforting hand on her shoulder staring in wonder at the blonde’s abused tits especially as her nipples were hugely engorged and poking out as if trying to burst through her semi-transparent top.

 

   Martha pointed to another wife then pointed at Jenny again. 'So that's the way it was going to be. The fix was in and the new girl was being hazed' Jenny thought.

 

   Smirking Martha spoke in the native tongue again. Jenny couldn't know that the vindictive Number One Wife had just offered 'much gold' to anyone taking down the blonde by fair means or foul.  Luckily none of the remaining women had any real fighting experience whereas Jenny had been trained by MI6 specialists. They'd not only trained her in the proper forms of Judo, Karate and boxing but also the down and dirty tricks of street fighting. And some of the trainers were real mean bastards who knew some really dirty tricks as she'd found out to her cost.

 

   Four wives she took on. Each one desperate to gain the gold so although Jenny beat them all her harem top had been ripped off and the pants torn, her cheek was bruised and she had three or four nasty scratches caused by her opponents fingernails.

 

   Jenny waited bare breasted and breathing hard in the middle of the mat as the tiny figure of Adjana, smiling brightly, bounded forward. The two women circled each other warily. Jenny knew that Adjana might be small and doll-like with her cute button nose and twinkling eyes but she could not underestimate her. Jenny made a grab for her but missed when Adjana skipped back laughing merrily. They circled, Jenny grabbed, Adjana dodged.

 

   Jenny grabbed, Adjana dodged sniggering at the blondes swinging breasts. Jenny grabbed for her once more over reaching just a tad. Adjana grasped her wrists and pulled toppling the blonde to fall face down on her already abused tits. Pain erupted in the blonde’s breasts as they scraped on the mat. In a flash the tiny woman was straddling Jenny's back. She reached round the blonde’s throat and pulled up bending Jenny's back upwards and choking her at the same time.

 

   The British agent struggled but she had little or no leverage. Adjana pulled harder bending the blondes back even more. Dark smudges began to creep in at the edges of Jenny's sight. Her lungs cried out for air. In desperation she scorpion kicked back trying to hit Adjana's head. The heel of Jenny's foot hit her the first time then she dodged the second. On the third kick she moved her head forward just as Jenny reached up to grasp the back of her neck. A hard pull and Adjana flipped over the blondes head then fast as a snake she jumped up and launched herself at the blonde trying to slam her elbow into her back. Jenny rolled and Adjana's elbow thudded into the mat.

 

   They women circled again Adjana rubbing her sore elbow and Jenny flexing her back then when she thought the black woman’s concentration had slipped she leapt trying to grapple her to the mat. As quick as a mongoose the doll-like wife slipped under Jenny's grasping arms and climbed on her back wrapping her legs round her waist linking her ankles and her arms round her throat. Jenny tried to shift the woman but every time she grabbed her ankles she received a hard slap on her exposed breast. Three times Jenny tried to prise apart the tiny woman’s ankles and three times she felt her hand spank her injured tit.

 

   Adjana squeezed with her legs making the blonde groan with pain from the pressure on her abdomen then she dug her heels hard into Jenny's groin. An arm around her throat tightened across her windpipe again trying to cut off her oxygen while the other hand grabbed a fist full off breast flesh and jerked and yanked it viciously

 

   Jenny's training gave her two choices. She could dive forwards and try to slam the assailant on her back headfirst into the mat. OK, but this could result in her own head suffering the same fate. She choose the second option. She fell back smashing Adjana into the mat with her full weight on top of her. All the air was driven with a whoosh from the dolls lungs. Jenny spun round and pressed her breasts to Adjana's face. She suspected the tiny woman just needed an excuse to loose and trusted she wouldn't bite her and she was right. It was only a few seconds before Adjana tapped the mat surrendering.

 

   If looks could kill the stare Martha gave Jenny would have dropped her like a stone. For her part the blonde was almost swaying having won six fights. With a dramatic sigh Martha stood and stripped off her colourful robe and strode on to the mat.

 

   'Holy shit' thought the blonde 'the fucking woman is built out of bowling balls.

 

   Martha was muscular, in fact competition muscular the sort that aren't satisfied with being fit but have to build muscle fibres until they find it difficult to walk without looking like John Wayne. The sort that treat steroids like M&M's.

 

   The women circled each other. Jenny could see that Martha didn't move smoothly. She was obviously big and strong but she had no technique. All she had to do was stay out of the reach of the woman’s giant paws. The problem was she was tired so ducking and diving, dodging and weaving was only a short term option and if she misjudged then the shaved gorilla would rip her limb from limb. She looked like she enjoyed playing with her food.

 

   Martha reached for her and Jenny smashed her fist hard into her claw like fingers. The black muscle woman snatched back her hand shaking it in pain. She was lucky there were no bones broken but the pain in her fingers was nothing compared to the hurt to her pride. The wives at the side of the mat had to cover their mouths to hide their sniggers.

 

   Reaching out Martha tried to grab the fast moving blonde only to receive a karate chop to the fingers. Martha stepped back staring at the third finger on her left hand. It was dislocated and horribly bent sideways. Jenny relaxed. The fight was as good as won then she stopped as Martha gripped her injured finger and pulled it snapping it back in position as if she felt no pain what so ever. Then she looked up at Jenny and smiled like a shark that had just seen a lone seal pup.

 

   Her confidence dented Jenny watched the muscle woman warily as that stalked each other. Jenny could feel her stamina waning so decided she needed to attack. The woman looked like she was made of iron so any strikes to arms, shoulders, torso, hips or legs would be fruitless. The groin was vulnerable but a small target. That just left one other area to aim for.

 

   The blonde agent gathered her strength and charged in fast throwing a roundhouse punch that whistled past Martha’s nose then retreated. Suddenly she tripped over her own feet twisting to fall on her front. Martha shouted in triumph and pounded across the mat toward the fallen blonde intending to crush her flat. Watching for just the right moment Jenny tensed her athletic legs muscles then launched a donkey kick backwards slamming both feet full into the face of the advancing black muscle woman.

 

   Martha flew backwards to land flat on her back while Jenny felt the shock of connecting with the black woman’s face shooting up her legs. Both women stayed down then slowly staggered to their feet. Martha shook her head as if to clear it then touched her mouth. Her fingers showed the blood from a split lip. Jenny for her part stared astounded at Martha. By rights the kick should have taken her head clean off or at least ended the fight with the woman knocked senseless. 

 

   Jenny circled Martha thinking hard. What if she won this fight? Would winning a simple wrestling match make her the new Wife Number One? She doubted it. She might be his latest acquisition but would Abelola thank her for usurping his favourite? There was a chance he'd be so pissed off that he'd have her whipped or worse executed and it was certain Martha would bare a grudge to the extent that Jenny would never feel safe from her retribution. Slowly it dawned on her that she was going to have to loose. Martha would surely extract some form of punishment or humiliation for the split lip but Jenny was also sure that Abelola wouldn't want his next bride turning up for the ceremony with broken bones or a face like a bulldog who'd lost an argument with a glass door so what was the worst she could do. It was a risky strategy but it might be the surest way she would get one on one with the hated King.

 

   She didn't want it to look to obvious so she dodged for a minute then appearing to slow down allowed Martha to grab hold of her arm. With simple brute strength Martha twisted Jenny's arm up her back. Then her hand gripped the blonde’s throat and she lifted her so her legs dangled in the air. Jenny gasped for breath unable to cry out at the searing pain in her shoulder. Martha shook the blonde like a terrier with a rat then slammed her face down on the mat. Jenny lay stunned as Martha took the opportunity to yank off the blondes harem pants leaving her stark naked. Then she twisted the gauze leggings into a crude rope and wound it round Jenny's elbows pulling them together and knotting it tight.

 

   Her left hand gripping Jenny's hair Martha pulled her up so she was kneeling then shoved her head down to the mat leaving the blonde with her ass in the air. The black woman’s thumb drove deep into Jenny's ass making her jerk at the intimate intrusion then shoved two fingers as far as she could into her pussy completing the classic 'Bowling Ball' hold. Martha felt a glow of satisfaction. Jenny was completely in her power so she forced the blonde to crawl round the mat clenching her fist every time she showed the slightest indication of slowing or stopping. Martha entertained herself for a few minutes churning the blonde’s insides before making her lick her feet.

 

   With a nod to M'bota Martha moved to a sports bag next to her chair and took out two red boxing gloves. M'bota by now had dragged Jenny to her feet and held her up with an arm round her throat.

 

   Jenny didn't struggle. What would be the point? There was nowhere to run to. So all she could do was watch and await the inevitable reprisal.

 

   For her part Martha slowly pulled on the gloves allowing the blonde time to consider her predicament. Time for the realisation to sink in what was going to happen. Time to allow the fear to grow in her gut.

 

   Martha slammed a punch into Jenny's stomach. The blonde gasped and would have collapsed to the canvas had M'bota not held her firm. Just in time she managed to tense her stomach muscles preventing her organs being pulverised as Marsha hit her again seeming to bury her gloved fist into the blonde’s innards. Jenny felt sick. The boxing glove deadened the blow a little but it still felt like she'd been hit by a freight train. Again and again Martha pummelled Jenny until she felt like her ribs were lacerating her lungs. Martha stepped back calculating just how much punishment she could deal out without the King finding out. Already Jenny's stomach was red and sore looking and he wouldn't be happy if his newest wife was missing teeth or permanently damaged.

 

   Smirking the black muscle woman swung a half power left hook smacking into the side of Jenny's right tit. The giant fleshy orb swung across the blonde’s chest making her grunt more from surprise than pain. Martha swung left and right rhythmically punching Jenny's magnificent tits making them swing and sway alarmingly. Quickly the grunts were being caused by pain as her breasts were pummelled and turned red with blue bruise marks. The wives could only look on helplessly as Martha tortured the blonde’s monster tits.

 

   Punch after punch slammed into Jenny’s tits then suddenly Martha switched back to her ridged torso. Slowing her rain of blows the black woman began to relish her torture of the blonde. She’d feint with a right to the ribs only to swing a left to Jenny’s giant tit. Another feint and then a punch to the lower belly. Jenny nearly vomited as her stomach was pounded.

 

   Suddenly M'bota kicked Jenny's legs apart and before she could react Martha shouted in triumph and sent a vicious uppercut thudding right into her cunt.

 

   M'bota couldn't hold the blondes deadweight as she curled around her agony and fell to the mat. Martha stared down at the groaning blonde for a few seconds smiling. Jenny hoped her gamble had paid off and she'd sated her desire to torture her. Unfortunately Martha had other ideas. Jenny lay with her arms still tied behind her when M'bota turned her on her back and pinned her down with a forearm across her throat. Martha forced Jenny's legs wide apart holding them with a foot on her left ankle and her left hand holding the blondes right ankle. Martha stared at the gaping pussy of the blonde agent. She was sure she could detect a trace of moisture making the pink inner flesh wet.

 

   Spread-eagled the blonde agent was powerless to stop Martha raising her right fist and delivering six hammer blows to her already aching pussy. The women released Jenny who could only curl into the foetal position moaning softly.

 

   Laughing Martha threw off the gloves and took three items from the sports bag. One was a dog collar which she buckled round Jenny’s neck. The second was a dog lead which she attached by a clip to the collar. The third item was an old rusty pair of pliers. Martha gripped the huge boobed blondes left nipple and stretched it out them gripped it with the pliers. Jenny jerked as the pain lanced through her breast. Martha laughed as she pulled and twisted the pliers torturing Jenny's nipple. With her arms still tied behind her back Martha pulled her to her feet then dragged her round the mat.

 

   The blonde agent felt sure her nipple was being ripped right off but her tit must have been tougher than she thought. Unfortunately this meant Martha could carry on tormenting her. Even worse she switched to the other breast and used the pliers on that one as well until both nipples were red and sore looking.

 

   Tiring of that game Martha gripped the dog lead then threw Jenny to her knees and led her to the chair she'd been seated on. She sat down then dragging aside the gusset of her costume instructed the blonde to 'suck it bitch.'

 

   Jenny was no stranger to lesbian love including with black girls but she'd never seen a cunt like this one. The women’s muscular thighs spread revealing a vagina that was outsized in every way. The black labia was engorged and hung down like curtains, the inner pink tunnel huge and the already erect clit was over an inch long.

 

   Martha jerked on the dog lead pulling Jenny’s head forward so her mouth was millimetres from her pussy. Realising resistance was futile the blonde agent extended her tongue and had her first taste of Martha's cunt. Her tongue slid inside the giant cunt rubbing against the surprisingly pink inner flesh then she sucked in the monster clit. It felt like she was sucking on a tiny cock something with which she’d had lots of experience. Martha stared down at the blonde head trapped between her massive thighs and sighed with contentment.

 

   The black woman kept her at it for over an hour instructing her to suck this and tongue that forcing the blonde to make her climax three times. When she finally relented Jenny’s face was covered with pussy juice, her tongue ached with fatigue and her knees were on fire.

 

 

 

Chapter Eight - Kiss it Better.

 

   Jenny lay quietly on her sleeping mattress staring at the pink ceiling. After Martha had stalked out of the gym the other wives had released Jenny's arms and tutting over her red and abraded skin led her to the showers. Jenny had washed off the sweat of the seven fights then again applied Professor Q's healing cream to her nipples. Tired and aching she flopped down to rest.

 

   Two hours later Adjana knelt beside her. Neither woman could speak the others language so had to rely on gestures. Adjana beckoned Jenny to follow her. Jenny didn't feel much like moving but the doll-like woman kept on insisting. Rising she followed her through the gym and into a small room. At its centre stood a table covered by a sheet. Adjana patted the table indicating Jenny should lie down on it.  

 

   The blonde agent recognised a massage table and thinking her muscles could well do with the attention of an experienced masseur obediently lay down on her front. She flinched a little as a giggling Adjana dripped cold oil all over her back, across her buttocks and down both legs. Jenny sighed contentedly as Adjana's knowing hands first smoothed the oil over her caramel skin and then kneaded her aching back muscles. The tiny beautiful black woman skipped Jenny's buttocks and massaged her legs next marvelling at the beauty of the blonde’s athletic limbs.

 

   With a giggle Adjana slapped her hands down on the blonde’s plump butt. Jenny jerked looking back then closed her eyes and lay still while Adjana gently stroked the peach-like cheeks. Gradually Adjana increased the intensity digging her fingers into the blonde’s fleshy derriere spreading the cheeks so Jenny's anus winked at her.

 

   The sleepy blonde murmured as an oily thumb gently rubbed her anus then Adjana tugged on her arm until she turned face up. Oil dripped down on Jenny's shoulders, chest, arms, tits, stomach, thighs, shins and even her feet. Adjana started at Jenny's feet slowly massaging each foot rubbing the tops, soles and between the toes. Jenny fidgeted finding the foot massage a wonderful feeling. Black hands moved to her legs kneading the well-developed thighs smoothing out the aches and pains. Adjana stared at the blonde’s naked pussy nestling between her thighs. Her hands stroked the blonde’s thighs getting within a whisker of brushing her pussy before moving upwards to her lower belly then muscular six-pack stomach.

 

   The black doll kneaded the blondes arm muscles especially her biceps teasing out the knots from the wrestling matches marvelling at the blonde’s skin which appeared uninjured. She could hardly believe it because she'd seen for herself the scratches, red and sore stomach and tits and the damage done to the blondes nipples by the pliers. She couldn't know about the efficacy of the Prof's healing cream.

 

   Jenny felt warm and drowsy when Adjana's hands stroked as lightly as possible over her breasts spreading the oil evenly over the twin mountains of tender flesh. The black doll smiled widely feeling the oily velvet softness of the blonde’s firm boobs. Gravity being what it is both of Jenny's tits had flopped to the sides although not as much as they had a right to. They were firm enough to still look fabulous and perky enough that the prominent nipples pointed skywards. Adjana eyes shone with admiration as she sunk her fingers into the pliant fleshy mounds pushing them together rolling them against each other. Jenny murmured as the sensation filled her chest. Adjana slowly pushed the soft boobs round and round listening to the blondes breathing quicken.

 

   Adjana circled her fingers round the fidgeting blonde’s areolas feeling the crinkly knobs with her finger tips then gripped her already erect nipples and pinched them. Jenny's eyes flew open just as Adjana's lips touched hers. The black doll stared deep into the blondes eyes with their lips softly joined.

 

   Jenny hesitated then returned the kiss with interest sucking tenderly. Adjana had large soft lips easily a match for Jenny's full lips. Soon the erotic tension grew until they were both lustily ravishing the other woman's mouth. Tongues delved and duelled. Saliva was swapped and the small room echoed to sloppy wet slurping sounds.

 

   Adjana broke the kiss giving Jenny's nipples a parting twist then moved down to the blonde hips. Jenny felt the hot ball in her stomach grow as Adjana used her fingers on her left hand to spread Jenny's pussy lips apart then two fingers slid easily into the blonde’s moist womanhood.

 

   The big titted blonde agent lay back with her eyes tight shut allowing Adjana to slowly work her fingers inside her pussy. A third then a fourth soon joined in pistoning into the juicy depths of the blondes loins. Jenny trembled with arousal while Adjana smiled well aware what she was doing to the blonde’s body. She used slow deep strokes moulding Jenny’s pussy like a potter moulds a lump of clay. Once Adjana judged the blonde was ready she giggled and tucking her thumb into her palm slid her whole hand inside Jenny’s cunt. The blonde’s hips rose and her muscles clamped down on the invading fist but the combination of her internal juices and the massage oil allowed Adjana to drive her fist deep into the blondes writhing body.

 

   Jenny moaned each time Adjana's fist sank all the way to the blonde’s womb. She could take a twelve inch cock so Adjana could easily sink her fist, wrist and over half of her forearm inside the blonde’s pussy. Slowly Adjana built the speed like the pumping pistons of an accelerating steam train. Jenny groaned as her own hands gripped the peaks of her breasts harder than any of her abusers. Adjana judged the moment just right feeling the blonde’s body building towards climax and with her left hand pinched Jenny's clit hard.

 

   To say the blonde orgasmed would be like saying they lit a sparkler. Her body erupted like every firework in the factory had exploded as one sending every nerve into overdrive and filling the sky and her mind with scintillating flashes of every colour ever invented and a couple that hadn't. Her muscles locked, her back arched, her teeth ground together. Adjana twisted her fist trying to extract every ounce of ecstasy from the blondes groin and she worked on her clit stroking and twirling the hard peanut sized nubbin.

 

   'Ohhhhhhh Gooooooood' groaned the blonde from deep within her chest her body shuddering uncontrollably.

 

   Slowly Jenny's orgasm abated and her sweat sheened body relaxed. She groaned and trembled as Adjana slowly withdrew her fist with a sucking slurp from her satiated cunt then the black doll faced woman kissed her softly on the lips. 'Prize' she said. The British agent looked confused then realised that Adjana must mean this was what she'd won by winning the wrestling match.

 

   Resting after the strength sapping orgasm Jenny closed her eyes almost ready to doze off when Adjana kissed her once more. The two women’s lips met with a soft gentle caress then Jenny's eyes flew wide. She pushed Adjana aside and stared down between her giant breasts into the laughing deep brown eyes of Number Two wife whose head was between her thighs. The black woman’s mouth was wide open and she had licked the full length of Jenny's gaping pussy. Then before Jenny could stop her she extended what could only be described as her prehensile tongue and speared it deep into Jenny's womanhood. Adjana pushed Jenny back down onto the massage table and kissed her again only this time there was no tenderness just plain lust.

 

   The two women ravished the bucking blonde holding her as she writhed. Adjana gripped Jenny's tits slammed them together until both huge rubbery nipples met then plunged them into her sucking mouth. Wife number Two who's name Jenny had never learnt worked on her pussy licking and sucking then attacking the hard clitoris with merciless slashes of her rough tongue. The already sensitised blonde squirmed as the two black women assailed, molested and generally assaulted her erogenous zones overloading her mesmerised mind with erotic passion.

 

   Jenny orgasmed again. It felt like her internal muscles had clamped down tight trying to hold in the volcanic eruption of a climax that exploded inside her. The two black women had to hang on to the bucking blonde to stop her falling from the massage table. Shuddering and moaning Jenny felt the intense pleasure in her vagina blossom out to the rest of her body.

 

   Gradually she relaxed once more. Her jaw felt sore from the repeated clenching of her teeth and her back ached from the strain. She was going to need another massage after this. Wife Number Two kissed her softly and said ‘Prize.’

 

   Jenny’s agitated brain was puzzling over this when Wife Number Three appeared. It gradually dawned on the British agent that she had won a prize for beating each wife. That meant … six prizes?

 

   Just as this thought finally came home to roost Adjana kissed Jenny tenderly. With her attention on the kiss and her view blocked the other two wives prepared their surprise then lifted the unsuspecting blonde’s legs upward. Jenny felt her limbs lift but Adjana was kissing her more ardently now distracting her. A large red vibrator slid easily into Jenny’s juicy pussy then exploded into life buzzing like a demented honey bee.

 

   Jenny jerked when she felt the toy come to life. ‘Please, no’ she begged ‘not again.’

 

   Adjana and Wife Two held the blonde down by kissing her and gripping fists full of breast flesh. Three meanwhile took a long thin vibrator and forced it into the blonde’s anus. Jenny ‘Mmmmm’ed’ frantically as the toy in her ass hummed to life filling her loins with droning vibrations. Three smiled at the blondes trembling body as the toys started driving her towards yet another ‘prize’ then took a third large vibrator and lifting the one slid it under it stuffing the blondes cunt with a second droning toy.

 

   Jenny went bonkers moaning and shuddering like she was having an epileptic fit. Three held the two large vibrators plugging the blonde’s cunt working them in and out and stopping Jenny from ejecting them like a Thai Strip Club act would fire ping-pong balls.

 

    It didn’t take long for the buzzing toys to force the blonde to climax. Jenny was powerless to stop her body responding. She was being repeatedly kissed by big soft black lips, her tits were being molested by hard black hands and her loins felt like they were being liquidised by the frenzied buzzing of the three vibrators buried in her cunt and ass. Her orgasm felt like an exploding sun. Bright twinkling stars filled her vision air was expelled from her lungs with a long drawn out wail never heard in nature before. Her body felt as if it had detonated a stick of dynamite in her loins. The two vibrators in her cunt were ejected with such force they hit the wall six feet away followed by a spurt of pussy juice. Aftershocks made Jenny shudder as Three slid the vibrator out of her ass and finally she succumbed to tiredness and closed her eyes.

 

   They didn’t give the blonde any respite. They carried her slack body out into the gym. Four appeared with her surprise in place and lay down waiting. Gently the three women lowered Jenny down so Wife Number Four’s monstrous strap-on dildo slid with a little resistance into the blondes gaping pussy. This was the biggest most ferocious dildo they could find all knobbly and ridged guaranteed to feel cruel and gruesome as it was forced home.

 

   As the plastic column forced its way deep inside the blonde she whined ‘No … please … I can’t … not again … I beg you’ but the women showed her no mercy. The dildo bottomed out buried deep inside the blonde who, her eyes still closed, trembled feeling the inhuman intruder within her. Adjana quickly strapped on a second slightly smaller, slightly less hideous dildo and knelt down behind Jenny. The blonde whimpered as she felt the tip of the dildo poking at her butthole then yelped as Adjana drove it home.

 

   Four grabbed great fistfuls of the blondes dangling breasts then she and Adjana went to town slamming the dildos into the big titted British blonde. Jenny’s body shuddered and jerked as the women fucked the living daylights out of her. She moaned piteously with each penetration of her loins crying out as her pussy and ass were stretched to their limits by the giant plastic toys.

 

   It only took a few minutes before Jenny was rocking to meet the impaling columns. Adjana pulled out and handed the strap-on to Two who took her place ramming it back home into Jenny’s ass. The blonde whined pushing back harder now. Her tits were on fire. Four had dragged them down and sucking them into her mouth sunk her teeth into the soft rubbery flesh. Four hammered her dildo into Jenny so the hips of the two women slapping together.

 

   Jenny seized. Her orgasm felt not like it had been triggered but more like it had been dragged out of her kicking and screaming. The women had synchronized their thrusting so they filled her body as one with fifteen inches of grotesque plastic. The big boobed blonde shrieked as a hard ball of exquisite agony filled her vagina. The women fucking her thrust one last time jamming every millimetre of horrendous plastic into Jenny’s loins extracting every scintilla of orgasmic pleasure from her convulsing pussy.

 

   The final ‘Prizes’ came complements of a writhing, sucking, bucking mass of naked black bodies with one white body almost hidden at their centre. Every wife joined in stroking, kissing, fingering, tweaking, flicking, fisting, biting and licking the blonde’s tits, pussy and ass until they resembled a gang of lionesses feeding on a Wildebeest carcass.

 

   Jenny’s final orgasm finished her off. With a sigh she collapsed unconscious. Quietly the wives carried her to her sleeping cell and lay her down to rest.

 

 

 

Chapter Nine - The Condemned Mans Last Meal.

 

   Morning came although it was impossible to tell the exact time with no windows and Jenny was woken by a sudden commotion. Adjana came and indicated that she was required so groaning at her stiff and strained muscles she forced her naked body to stand. All she had to wear was the gauzy harem clothes so she put the top and pants on and followed her. At the main doors to the harem the same two attendants were waiting. They beckoned Jenny to follow and took her back the way they'd come the previous day to the Kings meeting chamber.

 

   Inside Godfrey Mordant was already present standing facing the King who sat again on his ridiculously large thrown beside his ridiculously large wife. When Jenny saw him lounging on his throne fury and the desire to kill him flooded her mind. Had he been alone she'd have leapt forward and torn him apart with her bare hands but the ever present Uzi toting guards were still in close attendance and alert so she forced herself to relax. Standing next to the British Ambassador she sighed with relief believing the oil contract had been signed and she'd soon be released putting her beyond Wife Number Ones spiteful vengeance.

 

   Unfortunately she couldn't have been more wrong.

 

   The King stared longingly at Jenny's body through the semi-transparent harem togs again noting her magnificent breasts and now the slit of her hairless pussy but he knew it was not to be. He gave a signal and through another door two huge guards dragged in a man. He was black and just wore trousers. Jenny gasped when she saw his ruined back, bloody and striped with deep gashes. The man groaned in pain and slowly raised his head. It was Michael Busa. Following on behind came Colonel Strang.

 

   There was nothing they could say. Mordant realised Busa had told Strang everything. No one was going to last long under the lash of the Sjambok. Poor Jenny stood confused knowing nothing of the cunning plan she'd been caught up in. Mordant just hadn't counted on the total paranoia of a Mad King.

 

   'Sir Mordant you have been found guilty of plotting to kill the King. Me. You took this British Agent and brainwashed her until she was forced to carry out your bidding therefore you and she will be executed.'

 

   'What about Diplomatic Immunity' Mordant pleaded playing a last desperate card.

 

   'Are yes' replied the King 'you're right you do have Diplomatic Immunity from me. I hope for your sake the bullets have the same opinion.'

 

   Abelola gave a short dismissive gesture and Jenny and Mordant were frogmarched out of their presence. Martha tried to smile at the departing blonde but her split lip hurt so she had to be content with a snarl. The two Brits were hustled along by sharp pokes in the back from gun barrels until they emerged into the sun light of the first courtyard. There stood the two wooden poles before the pock-marked wall. As they were shoved forward Jenny noticed the ground had been covered with sand. She shivered realising it was there to soak up the blood.

 

   The guards who had delivered them handed them over to the Captain commanding the Firing Squad and then departed. Then two new soldiers both holding rope ushered them to the two poles. Mordant spoke directing his words to the Captain. Jenny didn't understand a word even when he pointed towards her. She assumed he was begging probably for his own life but she hoped hers as well. The Captain considered while staring at the amazing figure of the blonde agent. Her magnificent breasts filling her top to overflowing, swaying as she walked with her darkened areolas and nipples erecting as they rubbed against the gauze. Add this to her creamy white skin, fabulous figure and the slit winking between her thighs and he'd have had to have been a statue to refuse Mordant.

 

   Shouting orders the Captain watched as the soldiers wheeled out an old oil barrel and plonked it down in the centre of the courtyard. Then two soldiers entertained themselves by ripping off every shred of a shrieking struggling Jenny's meagre clothing until she was stark naked. Taking the opportunity to molest her huge tits they dragged her over to the barrel and forced her over it. She swore and frantically fought as they held her down. Two other men tied her wrists together then joined them to her knees which because the rope was short were spread either side of the barrel.

 

   'Why do I always meet people who are experts at tying knots' she thought as she realised no amount of tugging was going to free her from her predicament. That bastard Mordant was responsible for this. He'd convinced the Captain that a condemned man is always granted a last wish and Mordant’s last wish was ... well ... her.

 

   With a nod the Captain urged Mordant forward. He stripped off his trousers and stood behind the bound blonde. His fingers gently stroked Jenny's pussy while he pumped his cock.

 

   'You bastard' the blonde screamed 'you do this and I'll .... urgh.'

 

   Mordant had shoved his cock deep into her vagina. 'Urgh, urgh, urgh.' Jenny grunted as Mordant fucked her as hard as he could. If this was to be his last fuck on earth then he intended it to be a damn good one. The blonde rocked as he impaled her again and again. He felt her juices flow as despite being tied over a barrel, or maybe because of it, her body began to respond. She moaned as her tits rubbed against the top of the oil drum and the rope bit into her wrists. He slapped her ass until it turned pink then red.

 

   Jenny screamed 'Mordant you're dead you bast ... urgh.'

 

   The big tit blonde’s diatribe was cut short as the Captain shoved his black cock between her lips. Jenny thought of sinking her teeth into his shaft but given her current position she was sure the retribution would be terrible so she sucked like she'd sucked so many cocks before. The men used her thrusting from both ends. The Captain gripped her hair and jammed his cock deep into her throat. Jenny whimpered whenever she was allowed and copious amounts of saliva dripped from her mouth.

 

   Suddenly she seized but not because she'd orgasmed. Mordant had withdrawn his cock shiny with her juices from her vagina and slammed it into her ass. His hands gripped her butt cheeks spreading them apart as he fucked her anus. Around them the Firing Squad watched intently waiting their turn.

 

   The captain was glad the man had told him about the Last Wish thing. He'd never heard of it before and would normally have ignored him but then he'd looked at the body of the blonde and he suddenly changed his mind. Well it was good for him, good for the moral of his men, good for the condemned man and maybe, you never knew, good for the blonde as well.

 

   Mordant's stroke was shortening. His face screwed up like a Chinaman chewing a wasp and he came gripping Jenny's butt cheeks and spurting his cum into her ass. At the other end the black cock pistoning in and out of her mouth suddenly hardened and spurted rope after rope over her tongue and down her throat.

 

   The two men slid there softening cocks out of the blonde’s body leaving her abject and dripping cum from both ends. After a short scuffle between the soldiers the two biggest took their places. Jenny would have cried out if a new black cock hadn't been forced into her mouth. The other soldier produced a very impressive member and after a few pumps to bring it to its full majestic length and girth aimed it at the tied blonde’s defenceless cunt. To her the first insertion felt like he'd taken a run up as he spread her pussy wide apart. It took six shoves to fit the entire length inside her body even with her slick juices helping. She'd have groaned in discomfort had the cock in her mouth not been buried in the back of her throat.

 

   Black cock pounded her writhing body. They weren't gentle, they cared not a jot for her. Hell they were going to shoot her very soon so what did it matter. Her ass was hot from being spanked and her pussy felt like she'd been rogered by a canoe. Cum bathed her tongue again then flooded her pussy.

 

   By the time the other four soldiers had finished using the blonde she was still and silent lying bound over the barrel seeming to have accept her fate. The men dressed and after dragging the blonde across the courtyard tied her naked to the first pole. Mordant was tied to the other. They checked their guns, lined up and prepared to fire.

 

   Jenny raised her head to stare defiantly into the black muzzles of the guns. Beside her Mordant whispered 'sorry.'

 

   The Captain raised his arm.

 

   Then he looked down almost curiously at the spearhead sticking out of his chest. Slowly he toppled sideways the rest of the spear sticking out of his back. The soldiers milled around confused before they realised they were under attack. By then it was too late as the dozen black warriors unleashed a torrent of spears. The ground looked like it was covered by a bevy of pin cushions. They natives retrieved their spears by the simple expedient of placing an unshod foot on the soldier’s body and yanking it out.

 

   A tall warrior approached Jenny. She could only smile realising it was Jamir. He said something she didn't understand as he untied her so Mordant translated 'Naked again, white witch.'

 

   A native moved to untie Mordant but Jenny shouted 'No.'

 

   He might not have understood what she said but he recognised the tone of voice. Staring at him sourly Jenny said 'why should we let you go. You tried to cheat your country on the oil contract, you brainwashed me and you and these soldiers raped and abused me.'

 

   Mordant looked scared. 'I know you have every right to leave me to my fate but well, we're British aren't we and us brits should stick together' he finished brightly.

 

   Jenny just felt tired and she didn't want to feel responsible for any man’s death so against her better judgement she indicated they should take Mordant with them.

 

   As they ran across the drawbridge Jenny noticed more dead bodies. The guards had been so distracted by her being raped over an oil barrel that they'd failed to see the raiding party of natives and it cost them their lives.

 

 

 

Chapter Ten - Out of the Frying Pan.

 

   They trudged for two days deep into the jungle until they came to the village of Jamir and his brother Amari. The tribe looked to consist of about a hundred natives who all came out to greet the raiding party. Many also showed intense interest in the two white people few of them ever having seen a non-black person before. 

 

   They left Jenny alone in a small hut giving her time to recover away from Mordant. Jamir might have almost no education from a western point of view but he had noticed that apart from translations Jenny avoided even looking Mordant at all times.

 

   In the quiet of the night, well quiet if you ignore the whoops, snorts, snicks, clicks, roars and howls of the wildlife, Jenny lay awake thinking and believe it or not what she thought about was her tits. On the bad side they seemed to attract all sorts of men making her a target for the ones who just found them irresistible and the sickoes who would go as far as rape to possess them. On the good side they were brilliant for sex being super sensitive and capable of bringing her to orgasm on their own. More they were fantastic for honey trapping foreign agents or diplomats be they men or women. Even more they, coupled with her blonde hair, made opponents underestimate her thinking as they usually did that she was just a big boobed blonde bimbo.

 

   Then it occurred to her that they had even saved her life. If Mordant and the Captain hadn't fallen under their spell she and the Ambassador would have been tied to the posts and shot before Jamir and his men could mount their rescue. In addition they distracted the guards as well. Hurrah. Jenny's tits one, the Naboombu military nil.

 

   In the morning after a breakfast of fruit, nuts and water Jenny was taken into the village communal hut. Mordant was already there apparently waiting for her. Jamir stood on her left Amari on her right then Mordant then another young warrior she'd never seen before. After a minute the tribes elder came to stand before them. He cleared his throat noisily then spoke for about a minute then departed.

 

   Jenny had no idea what was going on so had to turn to Mordant. She noticed he was looking really sad but she couldn't see any reason for this. 'What was that all about' she asked.

 

   Mordant sniffed and replied 'That my dear was the Naboombu marriage ceremony.'

 

   The blonde stared at him open mouthed 'Marriage' she exclaimed 'who?'

 

   'You of course.'

 

   'But who am I supposed to be married to and don't I get a say in the matter?'

 

   'Mordant gave a short laugh. 'No you don't get a say and they practice polyandry here.

 

   'Huh' said Jenny 'I'm married to poly who?'

 

   'Polyandry. Multiple husbands. You just married both Jamir and Amari.' The blonde was stunned while Jamir and Amari smiled broadly.

 

   'You should congratulate me as well' he continued 'it seems that I am also married.'

 

   'Who to' asked Jenny confused.

 

   Mordant pointed at the smiling young native who Jenny noticed for the first time appeared a little effeminate compared to the other warriors and he also looked like he had applied his war paint more like eye liner. As Mordant was led away Jenny could have sworn she saw a tear slide down his cheek as the young native skipped along gaily behind him.

 

 

 

 

   Jenny and the brothers emerged from the honeymoon hut, as she'd nicknamed it, three days later. All three appeared thinner but happy. Over the next few months Jenny taught the brothers many things like the meaning of the word mattress and oral hygiene. Once they'd got the hang of a toothbrush and toothpaste she taught them the art of French kissing. She taught them many new sexual positions and double penetration, anal, cock sucking, pussy eating and tit fucking.

 

   In return the brothers taught her that they had almost inexhaustible amounts of stamina and semen. Jenny lost track of the number of times she fell asleep with one or even two black cocks still inside her. They rogered her every night and regularly during the day desperately trying to give her a baby. Unfortunately they didn't know about the contraceptive implant all female agents going undercover were required to have inserted so Jenny remained unfertilized until after six months she was found by a European expedition to the Naboombu interior.

 

 

The End.

 

Congratulations to those of you who made it to the end of Jenny's African Adventure.

BTW. Naboombu is the Island in Bednobs and Broomsticks where the cartoon animals play football. LOL.

 

 

July 2018

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