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
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.
Katies voluptuous chest began to heave. She wasnt 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 Katies 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 womans 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 Katies presence. Katies 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 Katies quivering body sent them out screaming in panic. The noise alerted Kambas 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 Katies 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 Kambas 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 Africans 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 Kambas 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