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Katie’s purchaser walked her through
the Ullabomba city, winding his way between the tall
buildings. There was no chance
for her to escape. Her arms were
still manacled and her new owner had attached an additional length of chain
between the shackles on her arms and her ankles so that she could not run
or kick.
Their short journey ended before a particularly splendid
building. A large wooden gate
guarded by two Ullabomba was opened to admit
them. Inside Katie found herself
standing in a magnificent hall. The
ceiling was at least thirty feet above her head and the walls were brilliantly
illustrated with colorful scenes of African
wildlife. Light streamed into
the hall from high windows that were protected from the elements by large
wood shutters that could be closed during a
storm. At the far end of the
hall a wide staircase led to an upper
floor.
Katie was escorted up the staircase and through a door at the top of the
stairs. She entered the room
and saw that it was occupied by a number of young white
girls. Katie guessed that the
oldest might be eleven or twelve years
old. Like everyone in the Ullabomba
city, they were completely naked.
The man who had purchased her spoke quickly to the girls and then
left. The girls immediately swarmed
around her, first removing her shackles and then pulling her toward a large
marble tub. Katie noticed to
her amazement that the tub seemed to be equipped with gold
taps. Her observation was confirmed
when one of the girls turned the water on and began to fill the
tub. Steam rose from the surface
of the filling bath. Not only
did the palace have running water, but hot running
water. Soon she was immersed
in water up to her neck and being thoroughly scrubbed by the servant
girls.
The girls chatted as they worked on her.
By this time Katie had picked up a little of the local native
languages. Most of the slaves
spoke a dialect different from that of the Ullabomba, but it was close enough
that she could understand a little of what they were
saying. It turned out that the
man who had purchased her and brought her to the palace was not her new master,
but simply one of his servants. Her
master was a man the girls called Kamba and they seemed to hold him in some
awe. Other than that she was
unable to learn much about him, being held back by her lack of knowledge
of the language. She wished that
she had Larra’s gift with languages; there were certainly times when
such a skill was very useful.
After her bath, Katie was dried with soft towels and led into another
room. It contained a large
comfortable looking bed and a marble-topped
table. One of the girls escorted
her to a wooden chair at the table.
The other girls departed but returned within minutes carrying bowls
of fruit. This was followed with
some sort of cold roasted fowl that resembled
chicken. She ate ravenously then
washed her hands in a bowl of water provided for the
purpose. After that she was led
to the bed and covered with a light
sheet. Almost immediately, she
fell asleep.
When she awoke it was night. The
room was dimly lit by oil lamps hanging from gold chains attached to the
ceiling. Upon seeing her awake
the serving girls waiting by the bed jumped to attend to
her. She was first escorted to
a sanitary facility that she immediately recognized as the equivalent of
a toilet. Although a little
embarrassed to be using the facility in front of the girls, Katie realized
that she had to go and did so in short
order.
After relieving herself, she was given a quick wash by the girls and then
sat down in front of the bed. Her
hair was combed out by two of the girls while her fingers and toes received
a manicure. Katie continued to
be impressed by the level of sophistication and knowledge shown by the
Ullabomba. They resembled any
of the most advanced civilizations she had knowledge
of. What she could not understand
was why she was being given such privileged
treatment. It was obvious that
the young girls waiting on her regarded her as their
mistress. She furrowed her beautiful
brow as she pondered the puzzle.
There was something vaguely disturbing at all the fine treatment she
was receiving but she could not quite put her finger on
it.
Her grooming finished, a light meal was placed before her, consisting primarily
of fruit and a bowl of steaming soup.
She was not aware of what the soup ingredients were, but they were
tasty enough.
Washed, manicured, combed, perfumed, and fed, Katie was feeling quite
comfortable. The girls ushered
her toward the bed again.
“Strange,” she thought, “I’ve just had a long
sleep. Surely they don’t
think I’m still tired.”
Katie sat on the edge of the bed.
As she settled back on its soft surface she realized that she was
feeling a little drowsy. Perhaps
she should take a little nap. As
she lay back the thought entered her mind that the food might have been drugged,
but by that time her eyes were closing as sleep settled over
her.
She awoke only a short time later.
Instantly she realized that something was
wrong. She couldn’t move
her hands or feet. Opening her
eyes she saw to her horror that silver manacles hand been clamped on her
wrists and ankles. From these
chains fastened her arms and legs to the four corners of the bed so that
she was spread-eagled on its yielding
surface. Without thinking she
began to struggle. There could
be only one reason why she had been restrained the way she
was. It was now clear why she
had been brought to the palace. Her
chest heaving she fought to escape.
At that moment door of the room
opened.
Katie’s eyes widened and she went
still. Through the door entered
the largest man she had ever seen.
He stood at least seven feet tall, and was so immensely fat that his
flabby belly hung down over his genitals.
He must have weighed at least 400
pounds. This she realized must
be Kamba, her master; the man for whom she had been purchased at the slave
market.
“God no!” she thought.
“I can’t survive him!
He’ll crushed me!”
In futile desperation, she struggled again to break free of her bonds,
but despite their frail appearance, the silver chains held her
easily.
For several minutes the huge man simply stood watching her struggle, apparently
savoring her helplessness. He
grunted in approval and said something in Ullabomba that Katie could not
understand. She could tell from
the smug satisfaction on his face that she met with his
favour. He licked his lips and
then, almost languidly, he hoisted his immense bulk onto the
bed. Katie fully expected the
bed to collapse under his weight, but it had apparently been constructed
to support him, as it groaned mightily, but only settled a few
inches.
Ponderously he settled himself between Katie’s spread
legs. Katie gasped as she felt
his weight settle onto her. His
belly drooped over her pelvic area, covering the lower part of her
abdomen. Leaning forward, he
reached out and grasped each of her large and impressive breasts with one
of his hands. Slowly he began
to squeeze and manipulate the soft but firm flesh, letting it flow through
his fingers.
Katie forced herself to remained calm and under
control. Her pathetic efforts
to escape had been of no avail. The
only way that she had of getting out of her predicament was to stay alert
and focussed. There was always
the chance that her tormentor would make an error and give her the opportunity
to escape. However, it took all
of her self-control not to squirm under the black giant’s none too gentle
fondling of her body.
The fat man’s huge hands were squeezing harder now, trying to get some
sort of reaction from his victim.
Katie flinched as he took her nipples between the thumb and forefinger
of each hand and pinched harder. A
cruel smirk played across his lips.
He kept up the torture, twisting and pulling on her teats
brutally.
“Uuunnhh!”
“Katie stifled a scream,
but was unable to keep completely silent.
The ogre-like black laughed. He
shifted his massive bulk
forward.
“Oomph!” exclaimed Katie as the air was driven from her
body. Her body was pushed down
into the softness of the bed. Only
this prevented her from being crushed.
As it was, her pelvic bones were subjected to tremendous stress, forcing
her legs even farther apart.
“Oh God,” Katie thought.
“Any more and I’ll
be crushed.”
The shift in the black giant’s position enabled him to bring his mouth
to Katie’s breasts. His
lips engulfed the tip of her right breast, completely covering the nipple
and areola. Sucking hard he drew
the blood to the surface of her skin.
“Ugh!” Katie grunted as the black giant’s mouth and
tongue manipulated this ultra sensitive part of her
body. Her sensitive teat became
engorged under the rough stimulation.
The black man continued to work on her breast, sucking continually
until droplets of blood were actually pulled through the
skin. It was extremely painful
and Katie twisted helplessly under the continued
torture.
Kamba finally switched his attention to Katie’s left breast, leaving
her right sore and bleeding, but he did not let up on the
torture. Even as he moved his
mouth to her other nipple, he continued to punish her right breast with his
left hand, fondling the soft, pliable flesh until Katie was on the point
of shrieking. But she maintained
her composure, even when Kamba’s strong white teeth clamped onto her
left teat and bit hard. Only
a stifled groan escaped her lips as he worried her nipple like a dog with
a bone, shaking his head as he pulled on the tender
flesh.
Kamba gave a grunt of admiration and muttered something that Katie did not
quite understand. She did catch
the Ullabomba phrase for “strong woman,” but missed the
rest. Apparently the huge black
was impressed by her powers of resistance, but Katie did not know how much
longer she could hold out. Kamba
had tortured her breasts brutally, but what would happen when he started
on the other region of her vulnerable
body? The thought sent a shiver
of fear through Katie’s loins.
Katie’s breasts were swollen black and blue by the time Kamba tired
of playing with them, but by now he was fully aroused and shifted his attention
to her genital area. He parted
her labia and inserted a massive finger into her tight
vagina. Katie winced over this
further violation of her person.
Deeper and deeper the finger went, testing her
tightness. Then, seemingly satisfied
with his exploration, he withdrew and began to move his ponderous bulk once
more.
Using both hands, Kamba lifted his body from the
bed. Then he went to the headboard
and relaxed the chains that held Katie’s
arms. Katie found that she was
able to move her hands almost to her shoulders, but no
farther. She did not have enough
freedom to escape or even fight off her
tormentor.
Kamba returned to the bottom of the bed.
Seizing Katie’s ankles he pulled her toward the edge of the
mattress. Realizing his motive,
Katie tried to stop him by grabbing the slack in the chains that held her
arms, but the black giant was simply too
strong. Laughing at her feeble
efforts, he pulled her down the bed until her perfect derriere hung over
the edge of the bed. Her genital
area was now directly in front of Kamba’s hanging
belly. Having moved her where
he wanted her, he now secured her there by tightening the chains that held
her ankles. She was now exposed
to whatever further degradation he wanted to force on
her.
Kamba moved between Katie’s legs again, lifting his flabby
paunch. Katie gasped in
horror. As the huge belly was
raised an immense phallus was revealed.
It was the biggest that Katie had ever
seen. “Oh Jesus,” she
gasped aloud, “there’s no way that will fit into
me!”
Kamba laughed cruelly again. He
seemed to know exactly what Katie had just
said. He stepped forward and
lowered his belly so that part of it sat on Katie’s stomach and his
genital area was pushed against the V formed by her widespread
legs. Katie could feel the tip
of his massive sex organ pressing against her
labia. In frantic dread, she
tried to pull away, but the chains on her ankles held her
fast.
Kamba grinned. It would be
interesting to see if this strong white woman could hold up to his
attack. He placed his hands on
her tiny perfect backside and pulled.
The action drove his phallus past her vulva and into her
vagina. She was very tight, the
way that most white women were, but perhaps more
so. It was going to be a challenge
to get his entire penis inside her, but it would be wonderful fun
trying.
“UUUGGHH!” Katie
grunted. Kamba had thrust about
two inches into her. “Christ
he was so big!” she thought.
“Why did all the men who raped her have to be so
huge?” Kamba thrust into
her again, trying to increase his
penetration. This time she was
ready. She winced in agony, but
made no sound.
Kamba was impressed. This woman
was tough! Too bad she was
white. She would have made a
good wife. He withdrew
slightly, and Katie gasped in relief, but then he pushed into her even harder
than before, gaining another inch of
penetration. Then he began to
pump steadily in and out of her, increasing his invasion of her vagina a
millimeter at a time.
Katie could no longer hold back her grunts of
pain. Each thrust resulted in
an uncontrolled outburst as her self-control slowly broke
down.
“UGH!
UGH!
UGH! UGH!
UGH!
UGH!
UGH!
UGH!
UGH!
UGH!”
Katie was on the verge
of tears as the agony of Kamba’s penetration
increased. His massive phallus
was overwhelming her defenses and breaking down her will to
resist.
Somehow, though she kept herself from
screaming. She would not give
in to the ultimate humiliation the way she had when their captors had assaulted
her and Jia Li. This time she
would not give her tormentor that
satisfaction.
Kamba had now sunk six inches of his massive phallus into his writhing
victim. It was obvious that Katie
was experiencing considerable pain even though she held back her
screams.
He thrust in another inch. He
had reached her cervix and was entering her
womb. In horrible pain, Katie
began to moan softly. Encouraged
by this sign that his victim was about to break, Kamba resumed his slow steady
pumping action, gaining anther few millimeters each
time.
Katie was in so much pain that her body was arched like a bow and the crown
of her head actually touched the surface of the
bed. Her mouth was wide open
in an expression of anguish. Her
large breasts quivered erotically with each thrust of Kamba’s
pelvis. Small animal noises came
from deep back in her throat as she struggled mightily to maintain some
control. Slowly, however, she
could feel that she was losing the
battle. Each inch of penetration
increased the pain almost exponentially.
“AH!
AH!
AH!
AH!
AH!
AH!
AH!”
Katie’s cries were
now much more strident. She knew
that she was losing control. In
a few moments she would break and scream for
mercy. Her brutal rapist would
have the added satisfaction of hearing her begging him to stop raping
her. Her humiliation would be
complete.
Suddenly the black giant began to cry out
himself. His cries rose higher
and higher as he climaxed in a massive
ejaculation. With the sudden
release of his orgasm, Kamba’s giant phallus lost its
rigidity. Almost sobbing with
relief, Katie felt the huge black withdraw from her
body. Her ordeal, at least for
the present, was over.
Kamba staggered to his feet. He
seemed completely spent. He took
one last lingering look at the helpless woman and then waddled ponderously
over to one of the chairs in the room.
As if on a signal the young girls who had attended Katie entered the
room. This time they headed for
Kamba, not Katie. They swarmed
around their master, wiping him down with cool damp cloths and cleaning his
genital area. Completely ignored,
Katie lay on the bed. She was
almost fainting from relief that her rape had ended, and was in a state of
total physical and mental exhaustion.
The girls administered to Kamba for at least an hour, while Katie lay in
a semi-comatose state. Finally,
Kamba struggled to his feet and waddled from the
room. Immediately, the young
women switched their attention to Katie.
Her chains were unfastened, and she was thoroughly bathed and
groomed. Then she was given a
muscle-relaxing massage. Completely
debilitated by her ordeal Katie dropped off into a deep
sleep.
When she awoke, it was morning. Her
female attendants were on hand and they brought her food and
drink. The events of the night
before, almost seemed like a bad dream, but the soreness in her vagina and
her badly bruised breasts reminded her that it had been very
real. She wondered what was in
store for her that evening. All
through the day she received the same pampered treatment as the day
before. Toward evening, Katie
became more and more apprehensive.
The evening meal was brought at the same time as the previous
evening. This time it too consisted
of fruit and a bowl of hot broth.
But this time, Katie refused to try the soup, even when the girl servants
made a point of placing it repeatedly in front of
her. Finally, they cleared away
the meal. Katie relaxed; it seemed
that she had avoided being drugged.
She sat back in her chair.
Suddenly, something cold was placed about her
throat. There was a sharp
“CLICK” and Katie realized
too late that a metal collar had been snapped shut around her
neck. Panicking, she leaped to
her feet, only to find that metal chains linked to the collar were being
held by her girl servants. She
was dragged over to the bed and the chains were secured on either side, forcing
her to lie helpless on her back.
She was trapped again!
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