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Title: Harem'd [1/3]
Author: Knickers
Universe: Nicola Adventures
Keywords: MF, FF, exhib, interr, reluc, anal, spank, humil, Mdom, bd, mc?
Summary: Nicola and Angela are kidnapped by an African prince and whisked away to join his harem.
Disclaimer: The following story contains
sex scenes and rude words. It's fairly
tame, and I'm pretty broad-minded, but the
decency laws in most states would require
it not be read by persons under 18. Also,
if you're offended by adult themes, you
should probably leave now.
More importantly, this tale features women
presented as sexual objects. There is
nothing wrong with this as they are only
fictional characters. I urge readers,
especially young males, to not regard real
women in this way.
This work is (C) 2003 the author. Permission
is granted to freely distribute, provided
it is not altered in any way. It may not be
posted to any website or included in any
archive without the author's permission.
There is no Nicola. All characters are
fictitious. The situations are made-up.
This is only a fantasy, and any similarity
to real persons, events & institutions is
pure coincidence.
The "Nicola Adventures" are a series of
erotic stories about an Australian model-
turned-actress who travels to Hollywood to
find stardom.
Author's note: This is the 20th and final
Nicola Adventure. It isn't necessary to
read all the previous stories to follow
this one, but it wouldn't hurt. Visit the
website http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/knickers/www . As
well as all the episodes, you'll find
author's notes, reader feedback, and movie
reviews.
Harem'd (MF FF exhib interr reluc anal
spank humil Mdom bd mc?) [Part 1/3]
If there was one thing Nicola enjoyed, it
was posing for the camera. Preferably
wearing as little clothing as possible.
The gorgeous Aussie starlet loved being the
center of attention. She reveled in the
admiring gazes of the men standing around
watching her, as she ran through a variety
of cheesecake poses for her cameraman.
On this particular assignment, Nicola had
been jetted out to exotic North Africa.
There, on the sparkling sun-drenched sandy
beaches, the starlet was posing for a
raunchy photoshoot, dressed in nothing by a
tiny little pink bikini. The top was just
two slips of material held against her
exquisite breasts by strings. The bottom
was a thong that barely covered her pussy
and completely failed to cover her ass,
leaving almost nothing to the imagination.
Smiling happily to herself, Nicola
reflected upon how great her life was. It
was nearly a year since she left her native
Australia, coming to Hollywood to pursue an
acting career. In that time she'd been
transformed from a conservative model who
wouldn't even pose in lingerie, to a jiggly
party girl who regularly stripped bare-ass
naked either for work or play. Nicola had
appeared in a number of raunchy movies,
naughty TV appearances, and revealing
photographs.
But it wasn't just at work Nicola took a
relaxed attitude to her wardrobe. She had a
reputation for having fun and any event
that boasted her as the entertainment was
bound to be hot. The busty Aussie beauty
sure knew how to put on a show.
In short, Nicola Baron was a sex fantasy
come to life.
She rolled around on the beach, sand
sticking to hr damp, bare skin. Nicola had
a golden all-over tan which she carefully
cultivated with nude sun-bathing sessions,
preferably in public places. Basking naked
in the sunshine was one of Nicola's
favorite hobbies, preferably with an
audience to ogle her.
But it hadn't all been fun and games.
Nicola had made a deadly rival in
Hollywood: Angela 'Angel' Monroe. Tall,
slim, athletic, the raven-haired beauty had
been the bane of Nicola's stay in Hollywood
almost since she arrived. Recently, their
relationship had cooled off somewhat, but
Nicola knew that Angela still disliked her.
It didn't help that they always seemed to
be working together. Like on this modeling
assignment. As Nicola posed by the sea-
side, Angela sat a short distance away.
Dressed in a skimpy black bikini, the
starlet stared moodily into space,
carefully maintaining her aloof persona and
ignoring the crowd of European tourists and
African locals who had turned out to watch
the free T&A show. Nicola wondered if
agents and producers didn't deliberately
book the couple on jobs together, gleefully
watching the sparks (and clothes!) fly
whenever they were around each other.
"OK Knickers, that's a wrap," said the
photographer. Nicola barely realized she'd
been working, for her it had just been an
afternoon's romp at the beach.
Nicola stood up and wiped the sand from her
thong-covered bottom. Out of the corner of
her eye she caught sight of Akumba, their
African minder watching her with a big grin
on his face.
"Enjoying the show?" Nicola teased him
playfully.
"Oh, most excellent," he replied in his
cultured English accent. The burly black
man eyed her up with a look Nicola
recognized as lust. Smirking, she set out
down the beach, adding a saucy wiggle to
her nonchalant saunter just for his
benefit.
Nicola entered the small tent that had been
set up for the girls to change clothes (it
was there on Angela's insistence, Nicola
was happy to change in public) and stripped
off her bikini. In a moment the starlet was
naked, baring her golden body. She bent
over, rummaging through her clothes and
wondering what to wear next.
Suddenly, the nude starlet heard someone
moving around outside the tent. Angela? No,
she would wait for Nicola to finish before
getting dressed. It must be Akumba, getting
an eyeful again.
Well, thought Nicola, her ass still poised
in the air, never let it be said that
Nicola Baron doesn't know how to put on a
show. She lingered in this position,
letting the horny bastard enjoy himself a
while longer.
No sooner had Nicola stood up straight than
a hand clamped around her mouth and nose.
She gave a gasp of surprise and felt the
scent of chloroform assault her nose.
Then the world went black and the naked
starlet feel to the ground.
**********
Nicola awoke to feel herself being gently
buffeted. The starlet quickly took stock of
the situation. She was on a light aircraft.
She was naked except for a pair of white
high-heels. Her hands were bound behind her
back with cord. And next to her lay Angela,
likewise naked and restrained, snoring.
This is *not good*, Nicola thought to
herself. She rolled over to try and look
into the cockpit to see who her kidnapper
was.
A dark face caught sight of her squirming
around and broke into a grin. Akumba.
"Welcome back, gorgeous. You're just in
time, too, we're about to arrive at our
destination."
"What are you doing?" Nicola demanded.
"Where are you taking us?"
Before he could answer there was a thud as
the plane touched down. Angela awoke with a
start, groaning. "Where are we?" she asked,
peering bleary-eyed around the small cabin.
Akumba was more intent on taxi-ing the
aircraft to a halt. Once they had stopped
he jumped out of the pilot's seat and made
his way back to the rear cabin.
"Terribly sorry," he said (though he looked
more amused than apologetic), "but I'm
afraid you ladies have been, to coin a
phrase, 'harem'd'."
"Harem'd?" yelled Angela. Before Nicola
could inquire exactly what that meant the
door swung open and several hefty black
guards burst into the plane. Dressed in
turbans and billowing silk pants, their
bare chests glistening with oil and
scimitars strapped to their waists, their
antique appearance caught Nicola by
surprise. The guards unceremoniously hauled
the naked starlets to their feet and
directed them out of the plane.
As Nicola stepped out onto the tarmac she
felt a wave of moist, humid tropical air
wash over her nude body. Things were going
so fast her head swum. As the grumbling
Angela exited the plane, Nicola took a deep
breath and tried to orient herself.
She had been kidnapped and stripped of her
clothes, taken to some unknown location. If
she was ever going to get out of this she
had to keep her wits about her.
Waiting to greet them was a short, fat
black man dressed in flowing robes.
"Akumba!" he called out, "Good to see you
again."
"Pumbo, my old friend," Akumba greeted him
in return. "It's been too long."
Pumbo cast a lascivious eye over the girls.
"And what do we have here?"
Akumba clamped a hand over each of their
shoulders. "Another American. Breasts are a
little small, but its good to have a little
variety."
"Hey!" Angela squealed indignantly. "I'm an
American citizen! And a movie star! I
demand you release me this instant!"
"A movie star?" Pumbo raised an eyebrow.
"What have you been in?"
"Well," Angela suddenly sounded a little
subdued. "I was in, uh, 'Undercover
Cheerleaders'..." she trailed off, a little
embarrassed, obviously realizing that
shaking her pom-poms in some nudie movie
didn't exactly make her a movie star.
"...and, ah, 'Bikini Quantity
Surveyors'..."
"Never heard of them," said Pumbo blankly.
He switched his attention to Nicola, giving
her a long look that could be described as
'undressing her with his eyes' if it
weren't for the fact that she was already
naked. Nicola squirmed against her bonds.
Having her arms tied behind her back caused
her to push her chest out, making her 38-
inch boobs seem even larger. "And who is
this double helping of deliciousness?"
Pumbo asked.
"Australian," replied Akumba proudly. "Very
rare."
Pumbo nodded, pleased. "His Highness will
be pleased. Bring them down to the waiting
room, I'll break them in as soon as
business is concluded."
Break them in? Nicola's heart beat faster
in her chest. What exactly did that mean?
"Welcome to Malabunga, ladies!" laughed
Akumba. He gave Angela a swat on the
backside, causing the raven-haired beauty
to yelp. "I hope you enjoy your stay!"
With that, the guards led the girls away,
Akumba's booming laughter still ringing in
their ears.
The two naked starlets were taken into a
mercifully air-conditioned building,
through wide, lavishly-decorated corridors
that looked like something out of the
Arabian Nights. Their high-heels clicked
across beautifully patterned marble floors.
The guards kept them hurrying along at
quite a pace, and with their hands secured
behind their backs there was no way to hide
their luscious bodies from the inquisitive
eyes of everyone they passed as they jogged
by.
"Where the hell are we?" Angela hissed.
"Malabunga," Nicola replied. She'd always
been good at geography in school. "Tiny
nation in West Africa. First discovered by
the Portuguese in the sixteenth century,
became a British protectorate in the
nineteenth. Government: absolute monarchy.
Primary export: copper sulphide. Gross
national product..."
"Alright, alright, sheesh," grumbled
Angela.
"No talking!" growled Pumbo. Quick as a
flash, something smacked across Nicola's
bare bottom, causing her to squeal in pain.
Angela was dealt a similarly indignant blow
to her posterior, causing the bitchy beauty
to squawk in unison with her rival.
Rubbing their asses, the girls continued on
in silence.
At last they arrived at what Pumbo called
'the waiting room'. Obviously, Nicola
wasn't expecting it to be like the waiting
room at the dentist's. In contrast to the
palatial hallways they'd just been through,
this was very much a small, functional
room.
In the center stood a pair of wooden
stocks. Nicola swallowed.
The guards removed their bindings and then
man-handled the girls into the stocks.
Nicola was bent over facing the floor with
her neck and wrists placed into cut-out
sections on a crossbeam. Then a block was
lowered into place, imprisoning her. The
guards then splayed Nicola's legs and
secured her ankles onto another crossbeam
close to the floor.
This left the Aussie starlet in a very
vulnerable and indignant position. She was
unable to move, hunched over at the waist.
Strands of her long, chestnut-colored hair
feel across her face and she had to arch
her neck upwards to look at Pumbo standing
over her. But worse still was her bare
backside and pussy, exposed and open to
whatever Pumbo had in mind for her.
Nicola was beginning to feel more than a
little uneasy.
At least she had Angela with her, who was
locked in a similar position in the other
stocks. They had been arranged face-to-face
so the two rivals could stare uncertainly
at each other.
Pumbo dismissed the guards. The pompous
little man then began to strut up and down,
examining the naked girls at his leisure.
He ran his fingers through their hair, then
stooped and squeezed a downward-hanging
boob (doubtless noting that Nicola's hung
down considerably more than Angela's). As
he worked Pumbo would make the odd cluck of
displeasure, or ooh in appreciation.
Nicola burned at the probing. If he wanted
to check her out nude, why didn't he just
rent one of her movies? Or buy one of her
magazines? Or go onto the Net? Or sit
outside the balcony of her condo on a warm
sunny day? Or... well, the list of ways to
see Nicola in all her naked glory is
endless. But she kept her mouth shut, her
ass still smarting from the earlier
assault.
When he was finished with one end of
Nicola, Pumbo moved on to her nether
regions. Nicola held her breath as he
prodded her anus, and then let out a gasp
of shock as he slipped two fingers right
into pussy.
"Mmm, good," he murmured.
After completing the same procedure on
Angela, Pumbo took up a position behind
Nicola, outside of her limited field of
view. "It is my job to ensure that the two
of you are broken in, as it were, before
presented to his Highness." This was
followed by a rustling sound.
Nicola craned to neck around to try and see
what he was up to, but the stocks prevented
her.
"Believe you me, I don't enjoy this one
bit, I'm really just doing my job, but I
think you'll prefer to receive this for me
first before the Prince gets stuck into you
with his whopper."
Nicola's eyes widened in shock as Pumbo
slipped a finger into her ass. He was going
to anally fuck her! Nicola had done many
depraved things in Hollywood, but anal sex
wasn't one of them. She squirmed as Pumbo
fingered her sphincter.
Well, thought Nicola, I ain't about to
start now. Think, girl, think. Quick!
"Oh, goody," said Nicola. "Yeah baby, fuck
me up the ass."
Pumbo paused. "You've had anal sex before?"
he enquired gravely.
"Mmm, I'll say," Nicola replied. "Loads of
times. I just love it. Come on big boy,
give it to me." She waggled her backside
enticingly.
"I'll bet, slut," murmured Angela. Nicola
did her best to ignore her, concentrating
instead on what she hoped would be the
performance of her career.
"And what about you, American?" asked
Pumbo.
"Me?" squealed Angela. "God, no, you
pervert!"
Pumbo let out a sigh. "Well, Australian, I
guess my work on you is already done."
He stepped out from behind Nicola and
walked around the captured couple. Nicola
could now see Pumbo was naked, his semi-
erect penis jutting out obscenely from
underneath his paunch.
"Moving right along..." he said, standing
beside Angela. She suddenly realized what
was about to happen. "Hey!"
Pumbo produced a red handkerchief and tied
it around Angela's mouth, resulting in
frantic mumbling from the starlet.
Pumbo didn't waste any time in the
discharge of his duties. A dollop of sweet-
smelling jelly was liberally smeared into
Angela's wildly clenching anus. Then Pumbo
grasped Angela firmly by her imprisoned
hips and rammed his cock home deep into her
bowels.
As Angela's face was only inches from her
own and there was no way she could avert
her gaze, there was nothing Nicola could do
but watch in horrid fascination. The bitchy
beauty's eyes bulged in shock as Pumbo
plumbed her ass. Much as she disliked
Angela, Nicola felt a small wave of guilt
pass over her. Her little plan may've
worked, but it put Angela right in it.
Or rather, the plan had put 'it' right in
Angela.
Bending over her lustrous pale back, Pumbo
grunted with effort as he vigorously
buggered Angela, his gut slapping against
her ass with every stroke. She let out a
sigh against her gag, resigning herself to
her fate, but letting out little moans and
squeaks of discomfort from time to time.
Nicola squirmed in her stocks. This was
simply the beginning of their ordeal. It
was time she started using her brains to
get herself (and, she supposed, Angela too)
out of this predicament before her ass was
on the line as well. Literally!
**********
Angela was walking a little bow-legged as
they were once more marched down more
corridors. The girls didn't speak, not
wanting to risk another spanking from
Pumbo, but Angela cast angry glances at
Nicola the whole journey.
Nicola knew she had for the moment escaped
an ass-reaming. But at some point in the
future of her captivity, her tender bottom
would be exposed to an onslaught, if not
from Pumbo then from whoever it was he
served. She had to think of a way to escape
before then!
The guards arrived at a massive door made
from polished copper that towered over the
nude, quivering starlets. Pumbo produced a
key the size of his forearm and unlocked
the imposing gate.
The two sweating guards set their muscle to
it, and with a baleful groan the mighty
door swung open.
They were ushered inside a sumptuous
apartment. Nicola gaped at the sheer
opulence of it, overwhelmed beyond words.
In her days in Hollywood she had come in
close (very close!) contact with producers,
gangsters and politicians, but never before
had she seen such wealth.
The floor was made from slabs of marble,
inlaid with obsidian, jade and precious
gems. Nicola couldn't see the walls, the
room seemed to be surrounded in gently
swirling silk curtains. The ceiling was a
giant mirror, polished till it shone
brilliantly and finished with gold. The air
held a hint of rose petals and camphor.
Light splashed languidly from a hundred
flickering candles. The whole effect was
one of sensual repose, of perfumed sighs,
and cool, moist Arabian nights.
If there was one thing that got Nicola's
juices running it was displays of power and
riches such as this. And this time was no
exception, the horny little starlet feeling
a familiar buzz rising in her loins despite
the nagging fear of their situation. But as
desirous as she was to meet the master of
all this and spread her legs for him,
Nicola didn't want to remain here a slave
for the rest of her life.
A loud bang snapped Nicola out of her
reverie, and she and Angela whirled around.
While the starlets had been staring about
them, Pumbo and the guards had turned and
left the suite, heaving the door shut
behind them.
Angela rushed to the giant portal and
scrabbled uselessly against its beautiful
facade, but there was no way to open it
from the inside.
"We're trapped!" she wailed.
Nicola swallowed, waiting for whatever new
torment was about to be thrown at them. The
room was quiet, the only movement was the
billowing curtains fluttering like silken
ghosts in the cool breeze that wafted
through the apartment.
Suddenly, four figures became visible in
the haze of gauzy drapes. Lithe, sexy
figures, they moved like delicate angels
through a world of soft delights.
They were women. White women.
Nicola watched, stunned, as the four
beauties stepped out from behind the
curtains that partially obscured them. They
were gorgeous, visions of pure sexiness,
dressed in wispy bits of cloth that did
little to hide their bodies. Smiling, they
approached Nicola and Angela.
"Welcome," said one of them in a charming
English accent, "to your new lives."
"Excuse me?" Nicola asked, staring at the
girl's nipples which strained against the
strip of silk that served to barely cover
her breasts.
One of the others stepped forward. "You are
now ze property of es 'ighness, Prince
Seseke, ruler of Malabunga." Her voice had
the sexy smooth tones of French.
"Hey, I'm an American," said Angela
sharply. "I ain't nobody's property."
"Ah, a firey one," said a third girl, this
time in the winsome voice of the Old South.
"I once felt as you did, my darlin'. But
now I know it is my destiny to wait upon my
Master's cock."
"Slaves," said Nicola grimly. "I knew it."
"Slaves, yes," said the fourth girl. "But
willing slaves." Her accent was Italian.
This harem, Nicola realized, was a regular
United Nations of pussy.
"Perhaps we should begin with
introductions," said the English girl. "And
then explain. My name is Susan, and I used
to be a stewardess."
"I am Marie, au Francais. Wonze upon a time
I was a travel agent specializing in
adventure 'olidays in Afrique. Now, I am on
the adventure of my life!"
"Just like yawl I used to have a life
before I came to Malabunga. I'm Charlotte,
formerly of Georgia, now of His Highness
Prince Seseke's royal harem."
"And I am Isabella. Long ago I was a
fashion model from Milano. But now I am
less interested in what I want to wear than
what my Master wants me not to wear!"
Nicola cast an eye over the quartet of
captured cuties. Had they seriously chucked
in their lives to live here under lock and
key, imprisoned to fulfill the sexual
desires of this 'Prince Seseke'?
"Whatever," said Angela, parking her naked
bottom on a comfy cushion. "After all that
walking I need a rest."
"Oh no, no time to rest!" admonished
Isabella with a waggle of her finger. "Her
Highness the Princess Amaria will be here
shortly to inspect you."
"Wait, wait, wait!" cried Nicola, her head
spinning. "Will someone please explain what
is going on?"
Charlotte smiled, like an adult smiling to
a child who just didn't understand. "You've
been kidnapped. Of course, you're upset,
unwilling to stay and probably planning to
escape. Believe me, we all did. But all
that changed the moment we saw... It."
"It?" asked Angela.
The four girls clasped their hands together
and rolled their eyes toward heaven, as if
in religious rapture.
"His Highness's cock," breathed Susan. "The
Royal Truncheon."
"The Pride of Malabunga," murmured
Isabella.
"Ze Wang of Wangs," whispered Marie.
"Three whole feet of black, glistening love
gristle," sighed Charlotte in reverend yet
excited tones. "The moment you set your
pretty little eyes on It, you will want to
stay here for the rest of your lives,
wanting nothing more than to give
yourselves to Prince Seseke and his
magnificent cunt reamer."
Nicola and Angela exchanged worried
glances. Could it be true? Were they not
only prisoners for the rest of their lives,
but upon witnessing their Master's cock
unfurl they would embrace their fate whole-
heartedly?
Somewhere in the distance a bell sounded,
its melodious tinkle carrying softly on the
Arabesque air.
"Quickly!" said Charlotte. The four harem
girls grabbed Nicola and Angela and hustled
them into the apartment, brushing through a
maze of silk curtains. "The Princess Amaria
approaches."
"And how does she fit into all of this?"
asked Nicola, trying hard to ignore the
fact that she was buck naked and about to
be introduced to more complete strangers.
"Princess Amaria is the wife of Prince
Seseke. She is also mistress of the royal
harem, and personally inspects any new
acquisitions. That's you two, sugar."
Nicola boggled at the thought of it. The
Prince's wife selects his sex slaves? But
before she could pursue the matter further
they burst into a smaller room. The girls
barely had time to catch their breaths when
a door at the far end pushed open, and in
swept a beautiful black woman.
The Princess Amaria cut an imposing figure.
Tall, sleek, with an impressive cleavage
threatening to burst out of the flowing
silk gown wrapped around her tasty body,
the young black princess cast a haughty eye
upon the white women who were her charges.
Behind her, their heads shaved and bowed,
stood four scimitar-wielding guards.
Wordlessly, the four slave girls dropped to
their knees, motioning for Nicola and
Angela to do so as well. From the
subservient position, Nicola glanced up at
Princess Amaria, sensing a vicious streak
behind that cruel smile.
"So," said the Princess, "these are the new
acquisitions." Glaring down at the nude
starlets she didn't sound too impressed.
She swooped upon on them, intent on making
a more hands-on assessment.
Nicola swallowed as those dark eyes bore
down on her. Before she could protest, the
Princess reached out with both hands and
seized Nicola's boobs. The Aussie starlet
gaped in surprise. The Princess proceeded
to squeeze and fondle her tits, expertly
evaluating Nicola's chesty charms.
"Good, good," she murmured. "All natural. I
know how you white Western girls like to
stick things into your bodies."
What might've been a tirade against plastic
surgery or a double entendre was lost on
Nicola, who was rather beginning to enjoy
the surprisingly sensual boob massage her
captor was administering. Princess Amaria
knew just how much pressure to apply, and
Nicola found her pulse racing and breath
shortening.
The Princess's roaming hands tweaked
Nicola's puckering pink nipples, causing
them to harden.
She let out a slight moan.
A smile crept across Princess Amaria's
lips. "Excellent. We'll make a slave girl
of you yet." She let go of Nicola's boobs
(much to her disappointment) and moved on
to Angela.
The bitchy beauty normally didn't take crap
from anyone, but the Princess's withering
glare was enough to reduce the nude Angela
to cowering at her mistress's feet.
"I don't know about this one..." said the
Princess with a sour face. She ran her
hands down Angela's chest, sliding across
her sleek, well-toned muscles and rather
small breasts. "Not much up top..."
Angela blushed deep scarlet, she'd always
been sensitive about her small bust size.
The Princess's nimble fingers tugged on
Angela's perky brown nipples, tweaking and
pulling, causing her to turn an even deeper
shade of red.
"...still, I'm sure she will have some
use." She let go and there was an almost
audible twang as Angela's nipples sprung
back into place.
Princess Amaria stuck her nose in the air.
"Bathe them and dress them, and them
present the new slaves to my husband."
Without even pausing, the haughty black
aristocrat turned on her heel and marched
out, trailing her entourage of guards.
Angela perked up a little at the mention of
being dressed. "It's about time," she
mumbled as the naked captives were once
again marched away.
**********
It was the largest, most sumptuous bathroom
Nicola had ever seen. Sunk into the center
of it was a huge tub made from solid gold,
and the air was filled with steam rising
from the hot, simmering waters. The
Arabesque washroom overwhelmed the adorable
Aussie's senses, and she suddenly realized
how tired and worn out she was.
Nicola and Angela kicked off their heels
and the other slavegirls divested
themselves of their scanty silk clothes.
Nicola let out a contented sigh as Susan
and Isabella's gentle hands lowered her
into the warm, sweet-smelling waters. She
slid down till her bottom made contact with
a shelf, her nipples just visible over the
milk-white surface.
With a mild splash, Susan and Isabella
slipped into the bath beside her. Nicola
closed her eyes and let waves of relaxation
pass over her as the slavegirls began to
bath her. Cupping their hands they ladled
hot water over Nicola's gorgeous body, the
heat turning her tanned skin a glistening
brown color.
Nearby, Nicola sensed Angela undergoing the
same pampering from Charlotte and Marie.
For once, Angela was not complaining and
for all her avowed homophobia she seemed to
be enjoying the experience as much as the
bisexual Nicola.
The luxurious bath/massage gave her the
chance to collect her thoughts. Here she
was facing a lifetime of sexual
enslavement. Her career in Hollywood as an
aspiring actress and model was behind her,
all Nicola had to look forward to was this.
But was that necessarily a bad thing? Over
the past year, Nicola had really come to
enjoy sex in a way she never had before.
Perhaps it wasn't such a bad thing to just
go the whole hog and spend the rest of her
days on her back with her legs spread?
But all this was pretty academic. Nicola
was a slavegirl now, and had little say in
her own destiny. She was now just a
plaything in the hands of her captors, a
pretty toy. And from what the other slaves
said, Nicola would willingly embrace her
fate the moment she clapped eyes on the
mysterious Prince Seseke's cock.
(How did that work exactly? Nicola had
heard snakes had the power to hypnotize
their victims, perhaps the trouser variety
had a similar ability?)
As Nicola's mind worried over her future,
sensual female hands roamed across her
body. The next thing Nicola knew, Susan's
hands were on her breasts, stroking,
fondling, caressing. Nicola let out a sigh
of desire, giving herself over to the
naughty pleasure of being groped. With the
heat from the water and Susan's attentions,
Nicola's boobs were practically glowing.
Her nipples stood out, hot and pink, more
than an inch from her chest.
Isabella wasn't idle either. The Italian
model-turned-slavegirl busied herself
stroking Nicola's thighs, her hands working
beneath the water. As Nicola responded
favorably to their caresses, Isabella's
hands slipped between her thighs. Her
fingers made deliciously slow and wicked
circles around Nicola's engorged nether
lips.
"Do you like this?" whispered Isabella in
her sexy Italian accent.
"Yes," murmured Nicola, drifting on a cloud
of erotic satisfaction.
She leaned in close, pressing her tits
against Nicola's arm, her lips brushing
against Nicola's earlobe. "Do you want this
to go on forever?" she asked.
Without thinking, Nicola replied. "Oh, yes.
Oyesoyesoyesoyes."
Susan smiled, pleased. She kissed Nicola on
the cheek. "It is time for you to meet your
master."
The two slavegirls arose from the pool,
water streaming down their bodies.
Charlotte and Marie also stood up, their
naked bodies wet and glistening.
Disappointed and a little bewildered,
Nicola got out of the bath and followed
them. Angela likewise joined them, and from
her flustered appearance it was clear that
she had been thoroughly 'bathed' as well.
A soft towel was produced and between them
Susan and Isabella gave Nicola a vigorous
rubdown to dry her. Still dazed from her
ordeal in the bath, the sensation of the
silken towel against her bare skin made
Nicola's still-buzzing pussy sing for more.
Her ablution complete, Nicola was led into
a smaller room adjoining the bathroom to
get dressed. When Nicola saw what was
provided for her, she raised an eyebrow.
The girls began by slipping a gold band
around Nicola's slender waist. It hung high
on her hips just below her belly-button.
Next, Susan and Isabella each picked up
narrow 3-foot strips of diaphanous white
silk, and moved like gossamer around her so
that Nicola was sandwiched between them.
Nicola watched quizzically as Susan slipped
one end of the silk over the gold band and
pulled it down so that it hung there
securely like a towel on a towel rail. From
the feel of cloth brushing against her ass,
Nicola guessed that Isabella was doing the
same with the back. Finally, the girls
tightened the gold band so that the two
little slips of silk were held in place
against Nicola's body.
Next, Susan produced another thin strip of
material, and wrapped it around Nicola's
chest, forming a very flimsy bikini top.
Isabella slipped a pair of gold high-heels
onto Nicola's dainty feet while Susan
arranged a veil to cover her head and face,
leaving only her baby-blue eyes peeping
out.
Nicola stood in front of a large gilt
mirror admiring her outfit. The starlet had
something of a guilty passion for dressing
up in sexy and revealing costumes. Even
doubled over, the narrow slivers of sheer
silk front and back did little to conceal
her pussy and ass, while leaving her
gorgeous long legs completely bare, as well
as most of her hips and groin.
The top didn't so much as cover Nicola's
boobs as draw attention to them. Even more
transparent than her loincloth, it proudly
put the starlet's best assets on display.
And because it offered no support
whatsoever, her tits bobbed and jiggled
with every slightest movement, bouncing
around inside the loose confines of the
silk like a pair of ripe melons. Most
extraordinary of all though was the effect
of the soft material rubbing against her
sensitive breasts. Nicola's already tender
nipples responded warmly to this gentle
caressing, giving her a pleasantly tingly
sensation across her prize-winning chest.
"Princess Leia eat your heart out," Nicola
murmured with a satisfied smile. When (if!)
she ever made it back home, she vowed to
get her hands on a set of these duds for
herself. Imagine sauntering into the Woody
Awards dressed like this!
While Nicola was shamelessly ogling herself
in the mirror, Susan produced one last item
to finish off the slavegirl outfit,
jingling slightly as she handled it. Nicola
glanced over at it and felt more than a
little faint.
It was a set of chains.
They were only small, elegant links of gold
that were more ornamental than functional,
they nevertheless served to remind Nicola
of her new station in life: sex slave.
She offered no resistance as Susan attached
the light-weight bonds around her wrists
while Isabella locked a second pair around
her shapely ankles. The sight of them made
Nicola a little nervous, although they did
look fabulous with her new slavegirl
costume. She looked like a fantasy artwork
come to life.
Susan and Isabella watched her preening and
posing, knowing smiles dancing on their
lips. They were dressed again in the
similar outfits, only slightly more chaste
billowing harem-pants and their faces were
uncovered.
"Come," said Susan. "It's time."
Once again, Nicola found herself marching
through the luxurious marbled halls of the
ruling palace of Malabunga. Marie and
Charlotte joined them, a dejected looking
Angela between them. The raven-haired
beauty had also been dressed in a little
slavegirl outfit, though, thought Nicola
with a hint of smugness, she didn't look
anywhere near as hot as her Aussie rival.
It wasn't just the ankle-chains that forced
Nicola to take smaller paces. The scanty
little slip covering her crotch would flap
up with every step, giving everyone an
unforgettable flash of her chestnut-colored
pubic hair. Not that it seemed to matter;
as the slavegirls were marched through the
corridors all the servants, guards and
minor bureaucrats they passed would only
glance in their direction then go back
about their business.
Nicola felt a little outraged at this. Here
she was, utterly fuckable and dressed to
kill, and they weren't taking much notice!
With a toss of her hair, Nicola defiantly
vowed that they would lust after this
slavegirl. She held her head up high,
making her strides as long as her chains
would allow, letting everyone got a good
look at assets.
Looking more and more miserable, Angela
hurried to keep up. She kept her head down,
her lovely long mane of black hair covering
her face, trying to look as inconspicuous
as possible.
They were moving through an area of the
palace where there seemed to be more and
more people. Nicola guessed that this was
the hub of Malabunga's government, the
center of this Prince Seseke's power.
Nicola sensed a change cover over their
accompanying slavegirls, Susan, Marie,
Isabella and Charlotte. They seemed to glow
with excitement and anticipation of the
moment they would be ushered into the royal
presence of their master. Nicola noted the
broad smile on their lips, the blush of red
on their cheeks, the shining look in their
eyes. Would she soon be joining their ranks
as a brainless, cock-obsessed bimbo?
Finally they arrived at their destination:
the royal throne room. The slavegirls stood
outside a pair of massive, iron-girt doors
that marked the entrance to the seat of
Malabunga.
The girls stood outside, waiting. The two
new "recruits" nervously shuffled their
feet whilst the other four seemed to squirm
with impatience. After what seemed like an
eternity to Nicola, the giant doors swung
open with a booming groan.
Susan gently took Nicola by the hand,
smiling at her to try and calm the anxious
starlet. Hand in hand, the six slavegirls
marched into the throne room.
None of the other royal apartments Nicola
had seen could prepare her for the sight
that greeted her. The room was massive, it
seemed to be endless the walls were so far
away. The ceiling must've been fifty feet
high, supported on two rows of golden
pillars that ran through the chamber. The
south wall was opened up by a series of
immense arched windows through which
streamed the bright African sunshine.
Nicola's eyes darted all around her, trying
to take in her surroundings. But it was the
throne itself that drew Nicola's attention.
Made from solid copper, it sat upon a dais
in the center of the room. Reclining on
this edifice was a tall, imposing black man
with a neat goatee beard dressed in
splendid, flowing robes. As Nicola
approached him, his handsome but haughty
face turned to stare at the slavegirls, and
under his powerful gaze she involuntarily
lowered her eyes to the floor.
There weren't too many other people in the
throne room, just a pair of guards at the
door they just entered and another pair
far, far away at the other end of the
chamber. And the plump, officious little
Pumbo stood on the dais. But despite the
lack of audience, Nicola felt both thrilled
and embarrassed to be seen dressed in this
outrageously sexy and revealing slavegirl
costume.
About ten feet from the throne the girls
halted. "Kneel!" barked Pumbo. "Bow before
his Highness, Ruler of Malabunga, Protector
of Rusama, Rightful Heir to the Golden
Crocodile Throne and All-Round Nice Chap,
Prince Seseke!"
The slavegirls threw themselves to the
floor, prostrating their nubile bodies on
the flagstones before the Prince.
Bewildered, Nicola and Angela followed
suit.
Nicola could feel the cold hard stone floor
against her barely covered breasts. From
the prone position she peered up at the
Prince. His dark, good-looking face
continued to stare down at his slavegirls.
Finally he spoke:
"Arise."
It was a deep, rich voice that made
Nicola's insides quiver.
The girls all sat upright into kneeling
positions, their bottoms resting on their
feet. All six of them waiting silently for
His Highness to speak.
"So," he said, words flowing over Nicola
like liquid honey, "these are the new girls
for my harem."
With a rustle of cloth Prince Seseke arose
from his throne and stepped majestically
down from the dais. He stood before them,
hands resting on his hips, infinitely
confident in the power that he wielded over
the hapless captives.
Nicola became aware of the change that
overtook Susan, Marie, Charlotte and
Isabella. Their breathing was shallow,
rasping. Their faces shone with
anticipation. Nicola was even a little
surprised to note they were so excited,
their nipples made very obvious dents in
their chiffon tops.
"From this point on your lives are no
longer your own. Your days as wonton white
women, wasting your succulent bodies on
unworthy white boys, is over. You are now
my slaves."
A sinister smile crept across his thick
black lips. "And this you will do
willingly."
The tension in the throne room ratcheted up
several notches. The slavegirls seemed to
hum with sexual desire, sensing what was to
come. Angela, on the other hand, seemed to
sink further into her misery.
This was it.
Prince Seseke grasped the front of his robe
and in a single fluid movement yanked it
aside. Before Nicola's eyes, His Highness's
cock swung mightily into view.
It hung down several inches, a solid pillar
of prime, gently pulsing African dick. The
circumcised head shone brilliantly in the
light, glistening with the Prince's potent
juices.
The effect it had on the girls was
electric. There was a sharp intake of
breath as four beauties gasped in unison.
Although they remained crouched on the
floor, they seemed to strain forward as if
their natural impulse was to pounce on the
Prince's cock.
To Nicola's surprise, Angela seemed to perk
up. The same glazed expression was visible
in her eyes as well, staring transfixed
upon Prince Seseke with equal parts dread
and lust. "It's beautiful," she murmured
softly.
His Highness's grin twisted wider across
his black face as he stood proudly exposed
to his slavegirls.
Nicola cast a more critical eye on his
meat. It was a handsome dick, and Nicola
felt her pulse surge at the sight of it.
But still, it didn't flush her pussy quite
the same way as it did the others.
"I've seen better," she said with a shrug.
A ripple of shock ran through the court.
The other girls gasped in astonishment.
Pumbo was puffing in surprise. The Royal
Wang twitched indignantly.
"WHAT??!!" roared Prince Seseke.
Susan shook her pretty head and whispered,
"No, no!"
"All I meant to say," Nicola tried to
explain, "is that it's a perfectly nice
dick, and I'd be glad to fuck you, but I
don't really want to spend the rest of my
life with that as my only option."
Prince Seseke was turning the most amazing
shade of purple. His cock, which had just a
moment ago hung proudly down his leg, now
squirmed in agitation. The guards shuffled
anxiously. The other girls looked shocked,
as if amazed any white girl would even
disparage her master's meat.
The look of fury on Prince Seseke's face
wasn't hard to read. "Take her to my royal
apartments!" he commanded. "I shall deal
with her personally."
Nicola gulped, suddenly wishing she'd kept
her mouth shut. The guards jumped to obey,
seizing the starlet under her bare arms.
She caught Susan's eye looking fearfully
after her before Nicola was dragged bodily
from the throne room.
**********
Nicola was hauled none-too gently into yet
another sumptuous room. The guards grabbed
what little clothing she was wearing and
with a vicious tug tore her lovely
slavegirl outfit to shreds, leaving Nicola
once again naked.
Thankfully, they also removed her chains.
But a moment later, Nicola realized even
more awful restraints awaited her.
Set up in the middle of the room was
another set of stocks. Whereas the ones she
and Angela had been locked into earlier had
been rather functional, this set was
crafted specially for the true connoisseur
of the Sadistic arts.
It was a frame made entirely from metal,
bronze that glittered menacingly. The nude
Nicola was dragged over to it and her
nubile young body secured to the harsh
mount. As before she was pulled forward
into a bent-over position, metal locks
secured around her wrists. Her ankles her
forced apart and they too were locked in
place, wide apart so that her delicious
long legs were spread like a wishbone.
Finally a metal brace was lowered across
the back of her neck, pinning the starlet
in a very compromising situation.
Nicola wiggled with discomfort in her
imprisonment. The metal felt cold and hard
against her tender flesh, and she was once
again forced into a position that left her
charms bared. Her large, 38-inch boobs hung
down beneath her, just waiting for whatever
nastiness Prince Seseke had in mind. Worse
still was her pussy, moist and juicy, held
open by her splayed legs, exposed to her
master's whims.
And it was in this pose that the naked
Nicola was left to stew as the guards
departed.
Nicola wondered why Susan and the other had
fallen under Seseke's penile spell and she
hadn't. The most obvious answer was that
Nicola, as an aspiring Hollywood starlet,
saw more dick than any normal woman, so his
meat was nothing special to her.
But then why was Angela affected? True, she
wasn't as arduous as Nicola at pursuing her
career, but she was no stranger to the
casting couch.
Nicola squeezed her eyes shut and conjured
up the image of Seseke's dick in her mind.
Sleek, black, pulsing with a raw animal
energy. But Nicola's reaction was much the
same as before. Sure, she wanted to fuck
him, but she was hardly mesmerized.
Prince Seseke entered quietly through a
secret door at the rear of his royal
apartments and was greeted with the sight
of Nicola's bare bottom, captive in his
special set of stocks. Seeing the gorgeous,
naked white girl cowed thus took the edge
off his rage somewhat, and the Prince
allowed himself a smile of satisfaction.
If anything else this was going to be fun,
his first session with his new plaything.
Silently, the black prince glided up behind
his naughty slavegirl. Seseke had had many
a nude white girl cowering at his feet, but
he had to admit it, this one was something
else. He reached out a hand and brushed his
fingertips against Nicola's backside.
At the sudden and surprisingly gentle
touch, Nicola jumped, although her
restraints limited her movements
considerably. She squirmed hapless, trying
to see who was groping her ass.
Seseke made no attempt to announce his
presence. Instead he slipped off his
clothes and stood naked behind Nicola,
looked down on the captured starlet,
enjoying the spectacle of her unfettered
boobs quivering with her nervousness.
At last he chose to announce his presence.
"You've been a very naughty girl," he said
in his deep voice. "Most of my slavegirls
fall in love with my beautiful black cock
the moment they set eyes on it. I don't
know why you didn't, but I intend to teach
you some manners."
"Your Highness," Nicola replied. The Prince
was still out of her limited field of view
and it threw her a little to speak without
seeing him, but she was determined to give
this her best shot. "Forgive me, but my
feelings are much the same as they were
earlier. You have a perfectly nice cock,
but I'm not going to swoon over it."
Again, Seseke felt that stab of rage.
Seeing Nicola stretched out before him
naked and helpless cooled it somewhat, but
he still felt the indignity of being talked
back to by this lowly slavegirl. He ran his
hand up and along her spine.
Nicola shivering under his touch. Despite
her humiliating position, she was beginning
to get a little turned down. She'd always
had a bit of a submissive streak and, well,
being shackled into a set of stocks by a
big black African prince made her feel more
than a little submissive. But first, she
had some probing of her own to do.
"And I would think you wouldn't care,
seeing as you already have just a beautiful
wife."
Seseke's hand paused abruptly. "The
Princess Amaria," he murmured. Nicola
thought she detected a hint of bitterness
in his voice. "She has... her own
interests."
"And that includes being mistress of the
harem?" Nicola asked.
"Yes. Apart from her own burdens of ruling
Malabunga, the Princess occupies herself a
great deal with the harem. It is gratifying
that she should spend so much energy on
ensuring my sexual satisfaction, although
mystifying that she doesn't see to it
herself."
Nicola suddenly realized what was going on,
even if Prince Seseke didn't. She guessed
that once he had finished enjoying her, she
would be summoned to the Princess Amaria.
"Now then," sighed Prince Seseke. "Back to
the task at hand."
He strode past her, and for the first time
Nicola was able to get a good long look at
his naked body. The Prince was very well
built, his bulging muscles rippling as he
walked toward the far wall. Nicola was so
engrossed at ogling his ass that she didn't
notice what it was he was doing. The Prince
suddenly turned around, his impressive but
not-overwhelming cock swinging before him
like a trunk.
Nicola gasped in shock.
It was a length of wicked black leather. It
gave Nicola nasty memories of the strap the
nuns at school used to use. At the sight of
it she squirmed uselessly against her
bonds, but there was no escape. The softest
parts of her body were vulnerable and there
was nothing Nicola could do about it.
The Prince circled her, enjoying watching
her discomfort. Finally he took up position
behind her. Months of nude sunbathing had
left Nicola's exquisite ass a lovely even
shade of brown, and right now Prince Seseke
wanted nothing more that than see that
peach turn a tender shade of red.
"Please," begged Nicola, "this won't change
my mind." She was becoming desperate now.
"Do not worry, my precious possession," the
Prince hushed her gently as he raised his
arm high above his head. "I know how to do
this so that you will not be marked."
There was nothing Nicola could do but
squeeze her eyes shut. The strap sizzled
through the hot, dry African head and
cracked across Nicola's pert ass.
She gave a squeal of pain, twisting in her
bonds. Prince Seseke smiled, watching the
red bloom of pain and shame creep across
her white backside.
Again the strap swished back and down on
the tempting, heart-shaped target. Nicola's
painful squeak was this time mixed with a
little sob.
"Please," she cried, "I'll do anything,
just no stop!"
Prince Seseke paused. As peeved as he was
at her refusal to bow before his mighty
black wang, it suddenly occurred to him
that it might be fun to break this haughty
starlet.
"Anything?" Seseke asked.
"Anything!" Nicola wailed.
Prince Seseke stroked his beard
thoughtfully. "For a start, call me Master.
I wish to hear those words fall from your
pretty lips."
Nicola rolled her eyes and sighed silently
to herself, thankful he had at least
stopped whipping her ass. She would just
have to treat the Prince like any other
producer, fawning over him and fulfilling
his every whim, although this time it was
more than just a plum role or a modeling
assignment that was at stake.
"Yes, Master," she said wearily. She was
tired and uncomfortable and her ass stung
like hell, but she did her best to sound
sincere.
The Prince puffed himself up with pride.
His cock, dispirited by the humiliation in
the throne room, gained some of its former
vigor and began to stiffen. Grinning with
victory, Prince Seseke made his way around
Nicola to the front of her stocks, his
hardon swinging to and fro before him. He
stood in front of her, proudly erect, his
hands resting on his hips.
"So, you are ready to submit to my power,
and willingly become my slavegirl?"
Nicola peered up at the Prince, her eyes
roaming across his naked, muscular body,
down to his dick, which was beginning to
pulse enthusiastically with excitement.
In spite everything he was pretty good
looking. She was getting horny again!
Nicola wiggled in her shackles, sensing
that warm, honey-like feeling spreading
across her crotch. It wasn't such a bad
cock, after all. She'd entertained worse in
her career.
Nicola licked her lips and let out the
slightest of moans.
That was all the encouragement Prince
Seseke needed. He reached down, running his
hands erotically through Nicola's long,
chestnut-colored hair. The adorable little
Aussie starlet closed her eyes and sighed
with sensual delight. Was she still acting
or did she really want this? Nicola didn't
know and she didn't care!
Seseke pushed his groin into Nicola's face,
feeding her cock into her little pink
mouth. She eagerly opened wide, letting his
thick black meat slide between her pearly
white teeth and down her throat.
The black Prince began to fuck her mouth
with gusto. Nicola tried her best to blow
him properly, but with her head locked in
place it was hard. Still, she was renown in
Hollywood as a BJ princess and Nicola was
determined to give her best performance
under these difficult circumstances. And it
was obvious he had done this before as
well.
Nicola's tongue slithered up and down the
shaft as he pumped it in and out of her
drooling mouth, forcing her head as far
forward as her shackles would allow to
suckle eagerly on Prince Seseke's dick. All
her discomfort and pain seemed to disappear
into the background. It was certainly
different to fuck like this, Nicola thought
to herself as she slurped contentedly.
Standing over her, the Prince grunted with
the effort of fucking Nicola's mouth. Sweat
soon sprang up, glistening on his naked
black torso. Seseke leaned even further
forward, resting his hands on the stocks,
his hips pistoning even faster.
Finally Seseke let out a sharp grunt. He
froze mid-fuck, his rippling muscles
tensing in orgasm. An instant later a
torrent of cum spurted from his dick
shooting down Nicola's throat and almost
choking her. She gasped, trying to gulp as
much of it down as possible, but her
imprisonment threw her off rhythm. With a
strangled cough, Seseke's cum starting
flowing out of her nose.
The haughty black Prince paid little
attention to his slavegirl's predicament,
but instead pulled his still-pumping cock
out of her mouth and began to hose his cum
into the pretty girl's face.
By the time Prince Seseke had finished,
Nicola's entire face and head was dripping
with his juices. It was in her eyes, up her
nose, matting her long tresses. It was all
the starlet could do but gasp and sob in
shock.
Nicola half-expected her master to switch
ends and start giving her what she needed
but Prince Seseke had what he wanted and
instantly lost interest in his toy. Without
looking at Nicola he walked over to a
golden basin and washed his dick clean.
Then he slipped his robes back on and
without saying a word left the room.
So Nicola was left alone, still imprisoned
and more than a little sticky. She was
still out of breath and panting a little.
After a while the door opened again and her
guards made their way over to her.
Wordlessly, they unlocked her shackles and
once again they were off, wandering through
the cavernous corridors of Malabunga's
ruling palace.
Nicola was exhausted to the point of
exhaustion by the time they reached their
destination. Her eyelids had long-since
fluttered shut, and the captive cutie
allowed herself to be hauled along by her
burly jailers.
They halted, and Nicola felt herself
plonked onto a bed. Ah! She sighed. At
last! She could hear the guards leave with
a gentle soft clinking of their scimitars.
Nicola was sore, tired and filthy. But now
at last she could drift off to sleep.
She was just doing so when she could feel
something moist sponging across her face,
cleaning off the Prince's semen. Someone
was sponging her face, cool water trickling
over her drowsy cheeks.
"Mmm, Susan," Nicola murmured. But the
voice that replied was too husky, too
dominant, to be a slavegirl's.
"My husband can be such a beast," whispered
the Princess Amaria. Nicola opened her
eyes, taking note of her new surroundings
for the first time. She was lying on the
purest white sheets she'd ever seen, in a
sumptuous bedchamber lit by flickering
lanterns. Night had fallen. Sitting over
Nicola, her dark face bathed in shadows,
was the Princess Amaria.
"Ah, my pretty," she cooed, "you will now
experience the softer delights Malabunga
has to offer."
Inwardly Nicola let out a groan. Not that
she had anything against fucking another
woman, on the contrary Nicola had been an
enthusiastic convert to lesbianism ever
since her friend Jennifer had seduced her
several months ago. But if being a
slavegirl at Prince Seseke's beck and call
wasn't enough, she was also expected to
perform for the Princess Amaria as well.
After cleaning Nicola's face, Amaria
produced a silken cloth and dried her. All
the while she murmured to her toy in a
language Nicola didn't understand. The
attention made Nicola feel light-headed.
She began to feel horny again.
Amaria laid back in the bed and for the
first time Nicola realized the Princess was
as naked as she was. The iridescent lights
played across her reclined body, making her
skin look like liquid chocolate.
Nicola loved chocolate.
Amaria's breasts were large, bigger even
than Nicola's, but not so huge that they
didn't loll across her reclined chest but
rather stood out proud and firm. Her thick,
areolas were the most amazing shade of
black, like licorice.
The Princess slipped one hand between her
open legs and toyed with her thick black
pussy lips. Nicola glanced down, astonished
to see how pink her cunt looked contrasted
against her dusky skin.
"Come to me," Amaria purred, fingering
herself. "Pleasure your mistress."
Exhausted, Nicola let out the slightest of
sighs but there was nothing she could do
but obey. The adorable Aussie crawled
submissively up the bed, her head bowed,
until she reached the lounging Princess.
She knew the drill. Without a word Nicola
thrust her head between the Princess's
legs. Her face hovered just above the Pearl
of Malabunga, feeling the heat emanating
from her pussy, the musky perfume of
Amaria's desire in her nostrils.
The Princess let out an impatient moan of
lust, urging Nicola to her task. She
plunged in, her tongue diving between the
juicy folds of the Amaria's cunt, tasting
the sticky-sweetness within.
The Princess threw back her long, black
mane of hair and let out a squeal of
ecstasy that echoed through the halls of
the palace. Nicola carried on dutifully
lapping away, eliciting a froth of free-
flowing cunt juices from Amaria that left
Nicola with a sticky sheen across her nose
and chin.
Her mouth full of honey, Nicola reflected
that her captivity might've been a lot
worse...
(Continued in Part 2)
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