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Katie struggled futilely against
her bonds. How easily she had
been caught. “Not,”
she thought, “that there was anything I could have done to prevent another
rape.” She knew that as
long as she was a prisoner, her captor could have her prepared for his pleasure
at any time. Still, it galled
her that she had made it so easy for him.
She had been immobilized by a couple of serving
girls.
She lay back on the bed. There
was no escape from the chains that held
her. She would simply have to
await her fate.
It did not take long for that fate to
materialize. Through the open
doorway of the room lumbered the monstrous Ullabomban who had ravaged her
the previous day. Round two was
about to begin.
Katie’s voluptuous chest began to
heave. She wasn’t sure if
she could handle another session like the one she had suffered through the
previous day. Her ravaged vagina
was still badly swollen and sore from her previous encounter with her
“master.” How much
more could she be expected to take?
Kamba approached the bed. As
on the previous occasion he loosened the chains on Katie’s wrists so
that he could position her for his
pleasure. As before, Katie struggled
mightily, but Kamba easily pulled her into the desired
position. The giant smiled
cruelly. He delighted in the
frantic attempts of the gorgeous blonde to escape her
fate. Like a cat with a mouse
he played with her, letting her pull her body away from his and then hauling
her back. Each time the woman’s
attempts to escape became even more
desperate.
Kamba used the struggle to study his victim, admiring the fine muscle tone
of her athletic body. Suddenly,
the writhing woman let out a bloodcurdling
scream. She began to foam at
the mouth and shout incoherently.
And then, she went limp, her mouth agape and a trickle of drool dripping
from one corner of her distorted lips.
Kamba jumped back. If jumped
was the correct word to describe the lumbering retreat from Katie’s
presence. Katie’s fit had
frightened him. Such episodes
were regarded with great superstition by the
Ullabomba. Was the women with
whom he had sex some sort of witch?
Was she possessed by a demon?
Whatever the situation, he wanted nothing more to do with
her.
Shouting, he ordered his servant girls to deal with the inert
female. The three serving women
quickly entered the room, but one look at Katie’s quivering body sent
them out screaming in panic. The
noise alerted Kamba’s place guards who came at a run, but they too feared
to approach the bed. Instead
they made signs to protect themselves against the evil eye and retreated
into the hallway.
Screaming curses in his native tongue, Kamba found himself abandoned by his
servants. Katie was quiescent
now, lying completely still on the bed.
Her mouth agape, she resembled one who was
dead. Remembering his position
as master in his palace, Kamba was loath to run the way his servants
had. At the same time he was
fearful of approaching the seemingly unconscious
woman. She might be possessed
by a demon. What if the demon
was only pretending to sleep in order to lure him
closer?
Tentatively, he took a step toward
her. There was no
movement. Slowly he reached out
and touched her foot. It felt
warm, indicating that she was still alive, but he could already tell that
from the rise and fall of her bosom.
She was still chained. That
reassured him. She would not
be able to attack him if the demon within her
awoke. Still it would be wise
to tighten the chains.
He bent over the prone woman. With
a start he noticed that her incredible blue eyes were wide open and fixed
on him. He started to pull back,
but before he could move more than a couple of inches the white witch looped
the chain that held her wrists around his fat
neck. With a frightened scream
Kamba pulled back, but it was too late.
The chain dug deeply into his fleshy
throat. With a terrified roar
Kamba tried to break away, but the chain was connected not only to Katie’s
wrists, but to the wall behind the bed as
well. His desperate attempts
to escape pulled the chain tight, wrenching Katie right off the bed, but
the chains holding her feet would not let him drag her more than a few
feet. Kamba now panicked
completely. Instead of simply
using his superior strength to pull the strangling links of the chain from
his throat, he tried to wrench free.
His frantic actions served only to force the tightening links of the
chain deeper into the folds of his
throat. In essence, he was strangling
himself.
Katie held on to the chain for dear life.
The frenzied escape attempts of the huge African hurled her about
like a rag doll. The manacles
on her wrists and ankles cut into her flesh as Kamba wrenched her back and
forth. There was no danger that
she would let go. The length
of chain that she had looped around Kamba’s neck had now dug in so deeply
that it would have been impossible for her to pull it
loose. The huge Ullabomban was
no longer screaming however, instead muffled gurgling sounds came from his
throat as his own struggles slowly strangled him to
death.
Kamba slowly slumped to the floor as his oxygen supply
dwindled. His struggles became
weaker and weaker, and then finally ceased
altogether. Katie held on for
a full two minutes after all movement stopped, making sure that he was
dead. Then she unhooked the chain
from the dead African’s neck.
She had killed her tormentor, but she was still a
prisoner. Somehow, she had to
find a way to remove the chains that held her
fast.
Her eye caught a gleam of metal on one of the small tables in the middle
of the room. She recognized it
as a silver comb that her maidservants had used to comb her
hair. It might do as a lock-pick
if she could just get hold of it, but it was a good ten feet away and she
could only move about two feet from the bed before the chains stopped
her.
She did not have much time. Sooner
or later Kamba’s men or maidservants would
return. Then she would be no
better off than before. Suddenly
it came to her. The bed had a
thin covering over the cushion mattress.
Quickly she tore the covering off.
It was just long enough to reach the
table. Now if only it had enough
weight to pull the comb over to her…
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