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Filename: Haremd3.txt
Title: Harem'd
Part: 3 of 3
Author: Knickers
Universe: Nicola Adventures
Keywords: MF, F-solo, 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 F-solo exhib interr reluc anal
spank humil Mdom bd mc?) [Part 3/3]
(Continued from Part 2)
It was a good thing Nicola could spend most
of the next day soaking in the harem's
communal bathtub. She was no stranger to
gangbangs, but the workout the guardsmen
had given her last night was something
else! Her cunt had been well and truly
reamed and was more than a little tender.
She was not alone. Angela was luxuriating
in the waters next to her. It seemed that
as Nicola was 'entertaining' the men of the
Royal Guard last night, Prince Seseke had
returned early and promptly called for
Angela. Although the raven-haired beauty
did not elaborate upon what had taken place
in the privacy of the royal apartments,
Nicola guessed it had involved the
beautifully-crafted set of metal stocks
that she herself had been acquainted with.
As clothing was pretty scarce for the
slavegirls, the unlikely duo were getting
used to wandering around the sumptuous
palace buck naked, the sensation of warm
African air on bare skin, and the lingering
stares of the male palace servants on their
naked bodies. How the normally homophobic
Angela dealt with all of this close,
intimate female contact Nicola didn't know.
"We have to get out of here," said Angela
with fire in her eyes. "And soon." She
shivered, as if recalled the events of last
night.
Nicola nodded. Although at the time she had
rather enjoyed her own ordeal
she knew that she had to get back to
Hollywood and pick up both her life and her
career. Despite the beguiling charms of the
harem, Nicola was destined to be a starlet
and not a slavegirl.
At least, she hoped she was.
"But how?" Nicola asked. Here they were,
under lock and key day and night,
surrounded by guards, and even if they did
manage to get out of the palace, there was
no way to get out of Malabunga. They didn't
even have any clothes!
Nicola picked herself up and out of the
tub, water streaming down her naked body.
"If you have any bright ideas," she sighed,
"I'll be taking a nap."
The adorable Aussie sauntered out of the
bathroom and into her bedroom. She
stretched her nude body out on the
expensive silk sheets. Nicola let out a
languid moan, lying on her back with her
legs spread, letting her still tender pussy
get some cool air.
She felt so utterly comfortable, sprawled
there with the warmest part of her anatomy
exposed to the sultry African breezes
wafting through the palace. Soon she was
asleep...
As she slept Nicola dreamed. A delicious
tingling sensation buzzed through her
pussy, as if a highly experienced set of
fingers were diddling away down there.
Nicola moaned, a satisfied smile spreading
across her lips.
As those soft digits worked her over
Nicola's cunt turned liquid, her juices
flowing freely down her legs and onto the
bed. The starlet began to gyrate her hips,
humping that mysterious hand that was
giving her such pleasure.
It wasn't long before she was gasping in
pleasure, furiously humping away. Somewhere
in the back of Nicola's slumbering mind she
knew it was only dream but it feel sooooo
good!
The gasps became screams and the next thing
Nicola knew she awoke cumming. She took a
few moments to catch her breath, glancing
around the bedchamber to make sure no-one
saw her little performance.
That was weird. Nicola didn't usually have
naughty dreams, her real sex life was way
wilder than anything her imagination could
come up with! But she had indeed dreamt
someone had wanked her and she had the
stains to prove it.
Nicola sat up on the bed and leaned forward
to inspect her swollen cunt. She slipped a
couple of fingers inside herself.
She could feel something!
Concealed inside the juicy folds of her
pussy, Nicola found a small wad of paper.
She pulled it out, coated in her love-
slime, and opened it up.
Dear Nicola,
A woman like you could never be content
being Seseke's slavegirl!
You want to escape I can help you. You must
find a way to get access to the East
Palace, it provides the best way out.
Bide your time and I will be in contact
again soon.
-A friend
Nicola gasped. Someone had sneaked into the
harem and slipped her a secret note! 'A
friend'- who could that be? Nicola jumped
off her bed and dashed into Angela's room
next door.
When she burst in excitedly, Angela was
lying on her bed. Her fingers were jammed
in her pussy and she was masturbating
furiously, accompanied by a cacophony of
squeals and moans.
Nicola came to an abrupt halt and stared in
surprise at Angela. It took a moment or two
for the raven-haired beauty to realize she
had an audience. Her hand sprang to her
side as if her cunt was red hot and she turned
beet red with embarrassment.
"Well..." she said lamely, "there's not a
lot for us to do around here."
"Never mind," Nicola replied handing over
the note. "We've got an ally on the
outside."
"Why's it all sticky?" asked Angela.
"Someone slipped it into my snatch while I
was sleeping," she said matter-of-factly.
"Ewwwww!" cried Angela, dropping it to the
floor and frantically wiping her fingers on
the bedspread.
Nicola ignored her. "All we need is an
opportunity to get into the East Palace.
That's the first step to getting out of
here!"
As it turned out they didn't have long to
wait. Later that afternoon Susan assembled
all the harem girls to make an important
announcement.
"His Highness's conference has gone
terribly well," she gushed in her oh-so-
prim English accent. "He bragged to all
the other delegates about his harem of
gorgeous white girls and many of them were
very interested in coming to Malabunga to
see it for themselves."
Uh-oh, sighed Nicola. She knew that another
orgy was just around the corner. Susan, on
the other hand, seemed thrilled to be
telling everyone they were about to pack-
fucked by a bunch of horny black diplomats.
A murmur of expectation ran through the
slavegirls, except Nicola and Angela who
exchanged worried glances.
"There will be a big reception banquet,"
Susan continued, "in which His Highness
will fete his guests. We shall be there to
serve all their appetites." She winked and
grinned at the girls who giggled in glee.
"Will we get to wear clothes for this?"
interrupted Angela.
"Yes, of course!" cried Susan, clapping her
hands together. "We'll be putting our
bodies on display in our sexy little
slavegirl outfits."
Nicola was pleased to hear that. Not so
much because she'd finally be putting an
end to wandering around naked but because
she really did like wearing that costume.
"Where will the banquet be held?" asked
Isabella, her eyes shining in anticipation
of being butt-fucked by her master's
friends.
"The East Palace of course!" Susan replied.
Nicola pricked up her ears at that. The
East Palace! For the benefit of the two new
girls Susan explained. It was one of the
most splendid and opulent parts of the
Prince's palace, overlooking the beautiful
Rusama River as it snaked its way into the
dark jungle heart of Africa. It was also
right next to the palace's private
airfield, which is why it was used to greet
important visitors.
As the girls eagerly hurried about making
preparations for the banquet, Nicola and
Angela set about planning to escape.
**********
Nicola's first visit to the East Palace was
to help arrange the banquet chamber. The
stunning starlet was becoming less self-
conscious being nude in the palace, and as
she entered the impressive hall she felt no
shame at being naked in a room full of
clothed black people.
Most of them were servants bustling about
their royal tasks. Nicola's bare white skin
made her conspicuous in the crowd, and she
felt many a hungry roving eye taking in her
exquisite body.
And not just eyes- as Nicola eased her way
past two men carrying a huge floral
centerpiece she felt the unmistakable
feeling of a hand pinching her ass. She
gave a squeal and spun around to see who it
was but in this host of people there was no
end of likely perpetrators.
Rubbing her sore bottom Nicola realized
that any one of these guys could be her
mysterious ally. She made her way across
the chamber trying to ignore the number of
men who 'accidentally' bumped into her
swinging boobs or brushed against her
succulent ass. When Nicola would turn to
confront her groper she would be met with a
grinning black face and, realizing that as
a white girl in Malabunga, there was
nothing she could do about it.
Suddenly, from the direction of the
kitchens, a voice bawled out:
"Where is that lazy-ass white bitch got
herself too!?"
Nicola scuttled over to where that harpy-
like shriek had come from, her tits
bouncing with every hurried footfall.
There, standing in the doorway to the
kitchen, was a monstrously imposing figure.
She was a woman, of sorts. Rolls of fat
hung off her body, barely concealed inside
a red and white blouse and skirt. Her
bloated... 'face' (for wont of a better
word) was twisted into a bitter scowl as
she scanned the great hall for signs of the
slavegirl that had been assigned to her. In
one meaty paw she wielded a wooden batter-
spoon that looked like a trunk of Redwood.
This was the formidable Madame Kunte,
mistress of the East Palace kitchens.
For a moment Nicola gaped at the black
ogress. She must've weighted more than half
the harem put together. Each of her fleshy
arms was thicker than Nicola's waist. Then
she adopted a meeker stance and gave a
little curtsey. "Here, Madame Kunte."
"Not 'Kun-tay'," the fat slag corrected
her. "Kun-t. The e is silent"
Nicola gallantly suppressed the urge to
giggle. "Yes, Madame Kunte."
The 'lady' put her hands on her massive
hips and shook her head. "What do you think
you are? Skinny as a rake but tits like
over-ripe watermelons. But I guess His
Highness like his bitches that way.
Probably fake, too, all you American sluts
have fake titties."
"Actually," Nicola interjected, "I'm
Australian not American."
With a shuddering of flab, Madame Kunte's
right arm lashed out at Nicola and the
wooden spoon landed with a thwack on her
bare backside. Nicola yelped in pain,
throwing her hands behind her to protect
her tender rump.
"None of your cheek, you little bimbo,"
Madame Kunte growled, brandishing the
spoon.
"Yes ma'am," said Nicola submissively,
lowering her head. A few of the other
kitchen hands paused, enjoying the
spectacle of someone- a white someone-
getting chewed out by Madame Kunte.
"Well, let's get that tiny little white ass
of yours to work. Prove it ain't just good
for getting porked by some big black dick,
na?" Madame Kunte laughed raucously,
setting all seven of her jowls wobbling.
Nicola blushed furiously.
The pretty prisoner was soon put to work.
As she was a prized possession of Prince
Seseke the labor was pretty light and
didn't involve anything that might blemish
her skin. Madame Kunte gave her a list of
items that needed to be brought from the
big storeroom into the pantry next to the
kitchens.
Having a completely nude white girl walking
around proved to be a distraction to the
black staff but no-one seemed to mind too
much. As the task of carrying groceries
occupied both her hands Nicola was helpless
to defend herself against any passing grope
that might be visited upon her luscious
body. It wasn't long before Nicola was hot
and flustered, blushing from her forehead
to her bare boobs.
Nicola at least took the opportunity to get
a good look around. Through one of the
(few) windows, she could look across
towards the airfield on the edge of the
jungle. Although it was only a few hundred
yards away it might as well be miles, as
the kitchens and storerooms were entirely
enclosed and there seemed to be no way out
of the palace from here.
However, Nicola did notice that there was a
sort of alleyway that ran alongside the
palace between the kitchens and some rather
ugly sheds. Craning her head out the
window, Nicola spied a vent that emerged
from the side of the building. If she could
find the other end of that vent in the
kitchens she'd have a way out!
Of course, leaning out of the window like
that put Nicola's ass temptingly on
display. The saucy starlet was still
examining the outside of the building when
she suddenly felt a sharp smack across her
bottom. With a squeal of pain she jumped
back inside.
"What you think you doing?" demanded Madame
Kunte, wielding the fearsome wooden spoon
that had so recently been used to assault
Nicola's posterior.
"I was just... admiring the view," Nicola
replied, rubbing her stinging ass. It
seemed that this, of all her adventures,
involved the most amount of violence
inflicted upon her poor bare bottom!
Madame Kunte eyed her suspiciously. "Time
to take a break now. Go into the kitchen
for your lunch." She turned ponderously and
waddled away, her massive buttocks slapping
together like a couple of bumper-cars.
Nicola sat alone at one of the tables
munching away on a sandwich. The rest of
the staff sat far away from her,
occasionally looking in her direction and
tittering.
She was just finishing up when Madame Kunte
waddled into the kitchens and eased her
vast bulk into a large wicker chair that
sat in one corner. She sat there like an
obese queen surveying her miniature
kingdom.
Nicola couldn't help but stare, Madame
Kunte was one of the most repulsive people
she'd ever seen. Take all the slimiest
producers in Hollywood, lump them all
together into a single blob, and the
resulting creature wouldn't be half as fat
and disgusting as the mistress of the East
Palace kitchens.
Madame Kunte caught Nicola's eye and gave
an evil grin. "Slut," she called out,
beckoning with her spoon. "Come here."
Nervously, Nicola stood up and walked over
to her. "Y-yes, Mistress?"
"As you can see, Madame Kunte ain't got no
footstool upon which to rest her weary
feet. Get down on your hands and knees."
Horrified, Nicola realized what she had in
mind. But there was nothing she could do
about it. Slowly, she sunk down to the
floor and crouched in front of Madame Kunte
on all fours, her big boobs hanging down
underneath her.
Cackling with glee, Madame Kunte kicked off
her shoes to reveal two fat, scarred,
bunioned lumps of flesh that might've once
been feet. They gave off such a stench that
Nicola was almost knocked over.
She braced herself as Madame Kunte none too
gently plonked her feet on Nicola's bare
back. "Ahhh!" sighed the obese Negress.
"Dis is de life!"
The rest of the kitchen staff erupted into
laughter, enjoying the spectacle of Madame
Kunte tormenting the naked slavegirl. The
sight of the Westerner, naked and kneeling
on the floor with Madame Kunte's feet
resting on her was the best entertainment
they'd seen in ages and they milked every
moment of it. Nicola blushed, and just
concentrated on the thought of the freedom
that would soon be hers...
Mercifully, lunch was short. Madame
Kunte eventually got her feet off Nicola
and she was able to get up from the floor
and go back to work.
Nicola made her way back to the storeroom.
She stood in the dim light looking up at
the walls. After a short search she found
what she was looking for: a vent.
She clambered over a couple of steps to get
a closer look. It was covered by a metal
grille that, after a few tugs, came away.
Nicola set the grille aside and peered into
the darkness. Much to her disappointment,
Nicola realized the vent was very narrow.
Glancing around to make sure no-one was
watching, she experimented by shoving her
head and shoulders inside. With a sigh of
relief, Nicola discovered she would fit-
but only just.
"Where that girl got to?" she heard Madame
Kunte bellow. Quickly Nicola replaced the
grille over the vent. "Just coming!" she
cried back.
There was only one thing left that needed
to be brought down to the pantry- a big bag
of flour. Nicola hefted the heavy load into
her arms and stumbled out of the storeroom
with her burden.
Nicola didn't get very far down the
corridor when suddenly something (or
someone) tripped her up. With a squeal of
shock she tumbled ass-over-tits and landed
face-forward on top of the bag of flour.
The force of her crash caused the bag to
explode, white powder flying everywhere-
most of it onto Nicola herself.
The adorable Aussie lay dazed on the floor,
her naked body liberally coated with flour.
From all around her came the sound of
laughter. But then a shadow fell over her,
as if an enormous bulk was blocking out the
sun.
"What the hell you think you doing now?"
Madame Kunte demanded. She looked at the
mess Nicola was sitting in the middle of
and her piggy little eyes narrowed. "Why
you dump all that flour all over yerself?
You think no-one notice, neh?"
Nicola tried to stammer a reply but Madame
Kunte wasn't interested. She shook her
head. "Stupid white bimbo! Only good for
fucking. You get out of here now, go back
to harem."
Laughter ringing in her ears Nicola got up
from the floor and made a fruitless attempt
to clean the flour off her body.
"You go now!" yelled Madame Kunte and aimed
a particularly vicious blow with the wooden
spoon on Nicola's dusty ass. With both her
self-esteem and her backside smarting,
Nicola fled the kitchens.
**********
"God, manual labor! Don't they realize a
woman of my caliber doesn't waste her
talents doing menial work?" moaned Angela.
Nicola stood with her back to a mirror,
examining her exquisite ass for signs of
bruising. Angela reclined lazily on the bed
complaining about the work she had to do.
Nicola wasn't really listening to her very
much but that didn't stop the bitchy
beauty.
"I mean look at these hands! Are these the
sort of hands you just throw away on grunt
work?"
Nicola carefully appraised the condition of
her firm buttocks. As a model it was always
important to look her best, and her ass was
no exception. She dreaded to think that
Madame Kunte may've permanently damaged one
of her best assets.
Thankfully, apart from being covered in
flour, she was fine.
"What did they make you do again?" Nicola
asked absently.
Angela rolled her eyes theatrically.
"Flower arranging."
Nicola was just finishing her inspection
when she noticed something clenched between
her cheeks. She reached behind her and
plucked it out.
"It's another note!"
"Yuck," said Angela. "Whoever this person
is they have an unhealthy obsession with
your bodily orifices."
Dear Nicola-
Good work on finding a way out through the
storerooms.
You must escape during the banquet.
I will have a plane fuelled and ready to
leave.
Good luck!
So, thought Nicola, they had a way of out
Malabunga. Now all they how to was escape
the palace...
**********
If she didn't know they were all captive
slavegirls, Nicola would've sworn she was
hanging out with a bunch of naughty co-eds.
As they got ready for the banquet the girls
giggled, gossiped, swapped makeup tips and
cooed over each other's outfits.
They were all dressed in the same slavegirl
outfits Nicola and Angela had been made to
wear when they first arrived. Although the
kidnapped starlets now finally had
something to wear it really wasn't all much
of an improvement. The daring little
costumes were obviously designed not to
cover up but show off the wearer's body.
Nicola slipped the gold belt around her
middle, adjusted it so that it was tight
against her trim tummy. Next, she took a
length of gauzy chiffon, folded it and
slipped it under and over the belt, making
a sort of loose, hanging veil to cover her
crotch.
Behind her, Susan did the same with a
second slip of material, providing scant
cover for her bare ass.
Next came the 'top', another piece of
almost-transparent silk that was wound
loosely around Nicola's generous boobs. As
before it not only did little to conceal
but provided no support so Nicola's tits
would bob and jiggle with the slightest
move. This would cause her nipples to brush
against the soft fabric in a way that the
adorable Aussie found mouth-wateringly
good. By the time they put her heels on
Nicola was feeling rather horny.
Angela was less enthusiastic about wearing
the revealing little outfit, but then again
she didn't fill it out quite as well as
Nicola did.
Their heels tapping on the marble floors,
the girls made their way to the East Palace
where the banquet was already well under
way.
They arrived at the entrance to the banquet
hall where Pumbo and a squad of guards
awaited them.
"You will enter when told," the fat little
official informed them. "And don't forget
to do anything and everything to amuse our
guests. They are His Highness's peers. If
one of you fails to perform your duties I
will personally see to your punishment."
"Don't worry Master Pumbo," Susan replied.
"We're ready to serve the Prince with all
our talents."
Nicola strained to hear what was going on
inside the banquet hall. She could hear a
deep, powerful voice- undoubtedly Prince
Seseke- but couldn't quite make out what he
was saying. Suddenly, he was drowned out
but a burst of raucous laughter that
must've come from his guests. It made
Nicola remember the 'beauty contest' she
had so recently won.
"Now, enter," ordered Pumbo. The guards
swung open the double doors that led into
the banquet hall. With their heads held
high, the slavegirls marched into the
chamber.
It was definitely a memorable entrance.
Seated around the banquet table were ten
elegant black men, a rogue's gallery of
monarchs, presidents and prime ministers
from various African nations. As the girls
entered they were greeted with eager
applause as each of those men turned their
ogling gaze on Prince Seseke's collection
of white slavegirls.
Smiling demurely, the scantily-clad girls
paraded through the banquet hall making
sure the guests got a good eyeful of their
charms, barely concealed by their wispy
little outfits. Nicola took the opportunity
to glance around. Scimitar-wielding guards
manned all of the exits, except of course
for the archway that led through to the
kitchens. But she was careful not to arouse
any suspicions (dicks yes, suspicions no),
so Nicola maintained her smile and fixed
her attention on the men she was supposed
to serve.
Flaunting her gorgeous body, Nicola felt
that familiar thrill of exhibitionism. Her
cheeks flushed and her already-impressive
bosom swelled with pride to see all those
eager eyes roving over her body. But the
starlet had to remind herself that this was
definitely not the life for her, she would
be equally happy showing off her bare ass
for a roomful of Hollywood producers and
the rewards would be more tangible.
The girls arranged themselves in a circle
around the table, posing like models so
that the guests could get a better look at
them. Nicola found herself standing next to
a withered old black man who couldn't have
been more than five foot tall, peering at
her through a pair of spectacles.
"Ahh..." he murmured, reaching out to
stroke Nicola's bare thigh. "I've always
thought that all of the world's problems
were caused because women were allowed to wear pants."
Nicola's heart fluttered at the sensation
of his hand on her skin. The old coot
didn't look like much but he carried
himself like a natural-born ruler, and if
there was one thing guaranteed to open
Nicola's legs it was power.
"Are they really all your slaves?" asked a
tall, elegant fellow who was eyeing up
Charlotte's boobs.
"Of course!" beamed Prince Seseke. "Each of
these white beauties has been trained to be
subservient to her black masters. Go ahead!
Enjoy yourself."
The guest turned back to Charlotte and
plunged his hand into her cleavage. Apart
from a slight gasp the Southern Belle
didn't complain. In a moment they were all
exploring the girls, testing the limits of
their servility, and the hall was drowned
in excited babbling. Nicola's admirer's
hand slipped under the lick of silk
covering her ass and gave her an
affectionate pat. "I look forward to
discussing what reparations white Europeans
owe we black Africans, my dear," he said
with a leer.
"Gentlemen, gentlemen," Prince
Seseke called for attention. "Now that
you've got a good look at the succulent
dishes on the menu tonight, perhaps you'd
like to begin our meal."
The guests laughed, and it was time for the
girls to act as waitresses for the banquet.
They made their way into the kitchens,
where the formidable Madame Kunte was
bawling instructions to her staff.
Thankfully, the ogress was too busy
to waste time spanking Nicola, so her tasty
ass remained unmolested for now.
First course was soup. The girls were
paired up, one of them carried the steaming
bowl while the other was on ladle duty.
Nicola was teamed with Angela (of course)
and the captive cuties returned to the
banquet hall to serve their masters.
With her hands full, Nicola had little
chance to fend off the wandering hands that
went straight for her tender nether regions
as they served the soup. All she could do
was blush and accept their gropes with
good grace. As Nicola stood next to one man
in a dashiki (a lucky coincidence for him
that he was ethnically able to wear the
garment, as he was too grossly fat to wear
anything else) a probing hand made straight
for her joy department. The loincloth-like
strip of silk offered little resistance,
and in a second the stranger had slipped a
couple of fingers deep into the moistest
part of Nicola's anatomy.
The starlet squealed in surprise, throwing
up her hands. The bowl of hot soup went
flying into the air, landing with a crash
onto the expensive lace tablecloth. Liquid
splashed in all directions, splattering
most of the guests.
"Oops," said Nicola in a tiny voice.
Everyone turned to look at her in surprise.
To Nicola it felt like an eternity as the
entire hall stared at her. Then they burst
out laughing- all of them except fatty-
dashiki.
"What do you think you are doing?!" he
bellowed.
"S-sorry, sir," Nicola stammered.
"Seseke! Is this how you allow your guests
to be treated in your own palace?"
The Prince was obviously more amused than
angry. "I'm sorry, Mr. President, that one
has a particularly rebellious streak. It
adds to her other, more obvious charms."
His guest still quivered with rage. "I
demand you punish this clumsy bimbo right
now."
Prince Seseke stroked his beard
thoughtfully, and then grinned devilishly.
"I have just the thing in mind..." He
motioned to the guards and before Nicola
knew it two pairs of beefy black hands had
seized her. In what was no doubt a well-
rehearsed maneuver, they grabbed her meager
clothing and a few rips later, Nicola was
completely naked with a few shred of silk
lying at her feet.
"Bring in my stocks!" Seseke called, and
another set of guards jumped to obey.
There was nothing Nicola could do as the
hateful artifact of humiliation was brought
into the banquet hall. The floral
centerpiece was removed and the stocks set
up in their place. The hapless starlet
looked up balefully at the restraints: a
fearsome skeleton-like metal frame that
reminded Nicola uncomfortably of some kind
of an overgrown insect.
She was manhandled up onto the table and
clamped into the mount. Although normally
she loved the limelight, this wasn't
exactly the way Nicola liked to be the
center of attention. She was forced down
into a bent-over position, her ass sticking
out and her boobs hanging down beneath her.
Nicola's face burned crimson as she felt
Prince Seseke and his guests staring
in unashamed delight at her predicament,
lapping up the spectacle of the gorgeous
white girl chained up.
"Now, for the punishment!" cried the
dashiki'd President, who was all for
jumping onto the table and metering it out
himself.
"No!" commanded Seseke with surprising
force. His guest slumped sheepishly back
into his chair. "We shall enjoy a civilized
meal first," the Prince continued in much
smoother tones. "And then we shall be about
our business with this naughty slavegirl."
Nicola realized that Seseke wanted his
guests to enjoy her discomfort for as long
as possible. She squirmed helplessly but
the metal held her tender flesh tight.
Angela cast her a furious glance, how were
they supposed to escape with her shackled
up? There was nothing for it but to
wait and see how it all played out.
The rest of the dinner was surprisingly
urbane. A passing stranger would, at first
glance, see a group of black men enjoying
an excellent meal and some good
conversation, who just happened to be
served by scantily clad white women, and
were seated around a beautiful girl locked
into a set of metal stocks in a very
compromising position.
It was probably the most uncomfortable meal
Nicola had ever attended in her life...
The courses proceeded quickly. Although her
head was held face down, Nicola could crane
her neck upwards and glance around at her
audience, noting that they were eying her
up hungrily.
With the main course finished, one of the
white-clad servants approached Prince
Seseke and whispered in his ear. A broad
smile spread across his thick lips and he
clapped his hands together. "An excellent
suggestion!"
"What is it, Seseke?" demanded the
aggrieved President, no doubt impatient to
get to work on Nicola.
"There is still one course left!" cried the
Prince. "It seems one of our white sluts
has exercised what little brains she
possesses and made a suggestion as to what
we might like to have for dessert."
With a munificent sweep of his arm, Prince
Seseke indicated the archway to the
kitchens. In through the portal paraded his
five other slavegirls: the elegant Susan,
the busty Charlotte, the tall, sleek
Isabella, the petite Marie, and finally
Nicola's bitchy fellow starlet Angela.
Still dressed in their scanty slavegirl
costumes, the girls carried between them
several heavy vats. The girls set their
load down on the marble floor and proceeded
to strip off their clothes to the delight
of the guests.
"Gentlemen," announced the Prince. "For
your dining pleasure, I give you what will
from now on be Malabunga's national
dessert: slavegirl dipped in honey!"
Charlotte and Isabella both picked up one
of the vats and upended it over Susan's
head. It was quite an amusing sight, to see
her prim little English smile dissolve as
the torrent of golden, sticky honey oozed
over. Susan gave a slight squeak of
surprise as the sweet-smelling goo flowed
over her naked body. Peeked up at her,
Nicola had to admit she made a very tasty-
looking dish.
One by one, each of the girls was smothered
in honey so that their nude bodies
glistened in the lamplight. Then Angela
approached Prince Seseke and prostrated
herself at his feet.
"O great Prince," she said, "even though
the slavegirl Nicola has disgraced your
Highness before your guests, would you
consent to her, too, being lathered in
honey for the sole purpose of your
gratification?"
Seseke puffed himself up with pride,
enjoying being addressed like this by his
white slavegirls. "It pleases me," he
announced.
Angela stood up respectfully and, together
with Marie, they climbed up onto the
banquet table with the last tub of honey.
"What the hell is going on?" whispered
Nicola.
"It's the honey," Angela hissed back.
"It'll help you slip out of the locks."
Before Nicola could pass comment on their
plan Angela and Marie began pouring the
sticky syrup all over her. It oozed over
her chestnut-colored hair, down her pretty
face and over her shoulders. Nicola
shivered at the not-unpleasant sensation of
honey running down her bare boobs.
The girls used their hands to smear the
gooey mess all over Nicola's naked body,
working it into every nook and cranny.
Marie made sure that Nicola's pussy and ass
was well lubricated with honey, while
Angela surreptitiously rubbed it into her
wrists and ankles where the metal clamps
held her tight.
Once Nicola was covered in the sticky,
sweet-smelling liquid, Angela and Marie
stepped down from the table.
"Fuck dessert," said the President. "All I
want is to fuck that dessert." He pointed
at Nicola and jumped to his feet. Despite
the limited field of vision her stocks
afforded her, Nicola would see him staring
hungrily at her bare ass.
Prince Seseke gave a theatrical sigh. "Well
brothers? Now that our other appetites are
sated, perhaps we move on and sample the
white sweetmeats who have served us so well
thus far?"
This was greeted with an excited babble of
approval from the assembled African
dignitaries, who were doubtless looking
forward to porking one or more of the saucy
little slavegirls who had tantalized them
so much all night.
But it looked very much like the orgy would
begin with Nicola being very publicly butt-
fucked while locked in the Prince's ornate
metal stocks. With his tongue hanging out,
the President made to scramble onto the
dinner table but a scowl from Seseke sent
him whimpering like a puppy back to his
seat. "After me," growled the Prince, "you
can be first." Despite his love for
entertaining, Seseke didn't like to share
his toys with his guests.
Nicola was aware of the Prince climbing up
onto the table behind her. She remembered
her first night in Malabunga, when she had
been in a similar situation in his private
rooms. But now she had an audience, and
everywhere Nicola looked she saw a grinning
black face, expectantly waiting for the
show to begin.
She glanced over toward the kitchens, the
direction of freedom. Everyone's attention
was fixed on the hapless starlet, the
guests, guards, servants and other
slavegirls. Taking advantage of this,
Angela had quietly sidled around by the
exit. She made a frantic gesture to Nicola,
indicating it was time they made their
escape attempt.
There was a rustle behind her, and Nicola
knew that Prince Seseke had cast off his
silk pants. Something wet and slimy nuzzled
against her ass, unmistakably the head of
the Royal Wang being rubbed against her
backside, a prelude to the ass-fucking that
was to come.
Nicola wriggled her honey-coated wrists
against the metal clamps and was relieved
to find them starting to slip free.
Likewise, she felt her ankles slide out of
the iron circlets that held her in place.
Thank goodness for shoddy Malabunganese
workmanship!
Prince Seseke grinned as he eyed up
Nicola's quivering sphincter. So fresh, so
tight! Taking his cock in both hands he
pushed the head against that brown little
hole, enjoying the sensation of the captive
cutie's anus reluctantly beginning to open to
admit the intruder.
The adorable Aussie gave a sharp intake of
breath as the Prince's dick began to slowly
penetrate her tender ass. Time to get out
of here right now!
The guests began to whistle and applaud,
all pretence of a civilised banquet
slipping away as the orgy began. The noise
they were making battered Nicola, making
her heart pound all the more.
Nicola squeezed her eyes shut and pulled
her arms back as hard as she could. With a
slurp-pop her slippery hands burst free
from the clamps the moment Prince Seseke's
cock pushed into her back passage. She
gasped in surprise and stood up straight.
Upon seeing their prey unexpectedly pop
free of her bounds, her audience were
struck dumb. Nicola took the opportunity to
wrench her feet free from the stocks. While
everyone was still gaping at her, the
starlet bounded off the table, Seseke's
cock slurping free from her butt and
hanging limply down his leg.
"Run!" Nicola cried to Angela, and the pair
dashed through into the kitchens. Prince
Seseke finally came to his senses,
realizing his tasty like playthings were
getting away.
"Guards! Grab those slavegirls!"
The pair ran through the kitchens, past
Madame Kunte and her staff who were just as
stunned as everyone else. Into the
storeroom they dashed, Angela wrenching off
the grille that covered their escape route.
Nicola paused, hearing the pounding foot-
falls of the guards right behind them.
"You go ahead," Nicola gasped, "I've got an
idea that'll buy us some time."
As the slippery, nude Angela slithered into
the vent, Nicola turned and hollered into
the kitchen:
"Oi! Madame Cunt! Your cooking smells worse
than your feet, yer fat slag!"
The obese kitchen mistress turned purple
with rage. With a bellow, she surged
forward, an enraged mass of blubber.
Nicola's heart leapt in fear at the sight
of just how fast Madame Kunte could move
when she wanted. The guards paused in their
pursuit, judiciously getting out of the
charging monster's way. One of them was a
little too slow, and with a squeal of agony
the unfortunate man was stomped beneath
Madame Kunte's thunderous legs.
"You little slut! I kill you!" the Negress
screamed, bearing down on Nicola.
At the last moment the starlet dived into
the open vent. It was a tight squeeze, but
thankfully she was buck-naked and still
lubricated with a generous quantity of
honey.
Madame Kunte dived after her, but of course
there was no chance of cramming her vast
bulk into the vent. The upper part of her
body was firmly jammed in the entrance,
blocking any attempt to follow the
escapees. Without so much as a parting
glance at the flailing Madame Kunte, Nicola
began to crawl through the vent.
It was a curious experience, wriggling
along that narrow, metal tunnel, and one
that Nicola felt strangely arousing. Warm
air flowed over her naked body as she
slithered over the sheets of aluminum.
Angela had already left a snail-trail of
warm honey, and Nicola found that by
pulling herself along facedown she not only
made good progress but also felt rather a
nice sensation in her groin. Nicola
imagined herself slip-sliding up a giant
metal vagina, and the thought made her
giggle like a schoolgirl.
But she knew she had yet to make it out of
the palace, let alone Malabunga. Finally,
Nicola emerged from the other end of the
vent and dropped into the alleyway. Angela
was there waiting, lurking in the shadows,
and still as naked as Nicola. Now
her lean, lustrous body was covered in
splotches of dirt and grime from her crawl
through the vent, and Angela's normally
immaculately coiffed mane was rather
dishevelled.
"You took your damn time," sniffed the
bitchy starlet.
"There'll be plenty of time for catfighting
when we get back to Hollywood," said Nicola
breathlessly. "Let's get out of here now!"
The two nude fugitives turned to exit the
alley, but a figure blocked their path. A
rather plump figure wielding a scimitar.
Pumbo.
"So," the corpulent bureaucrat drawled,
"this is how it ends. I'm sorry to cut your
little escape short, but it is time for you
to return to the harem. Each of your pretty
white asses has a date with a big, fat
black cock."
Nicola's heart fell. To come all this way
just to be stopped when they were so close!
What a plot twist! She was used to her life
resembling bad porno fiction, but this was
ridiculous!
But Angela stepped forward. "Leave this to
me," she said evenly. "I owe this bastard
for what he did to my butt."
Grinning, Pumbo stepped forward. He
brandished the scimitar before him, its
wickedly curved edge glinting in a single
shaft of sunlight falling through the
alley.
Quicker than Nicola's eye could follow,
Angela's right foot lashed out, catching
Pumbo on the chin. His head snapped back
and he staggered. Angela skip-jumped, and
this time her left foot knifed into Pumbo's
crotch with such force that even Nicola
winced.
Seseke's chamberlain turned the most
peculiar shade of purple. He dropped the
scimitar and with a deep groan keeled over.
"Where did you learn to do that?" Nicola
asked.
"'Buck-Naked Kickboxing Bimbos III',"
Angela replied. "Actually, I only ever
learned to do that move when I'm not
wearing pants." She bent over and picked up
the sword, peering at its pommel with an
evil glint in her eye.
As Nicola watched, Angela yanked down
Pumbo's pants, baring his fat ass. A moment
later, Pumbo gave a squeal of shock as
Angela claimed her payback. Leaving the
little man writing around on the ground
with the blunt end of his scimitar in a
very uncomfortable place, the starlets ran
towards the airstrip.
The girls burst out from the cover of the
alley, the hot African sun washing across
their nude bodies. Nicola was so nervous
she was sweating, beads of moisture forming
on her perfect, naked body.
At the far end of the strip she could see a
Cessna plane, its propeller churning
through the humid air. Nicola's heart leapt
for joy. Whoever their mysterious
benefactor was, they had come through.
"Come on!" Nicola cried, grabbing Angela by
the arm.
"Stop!" a booming voice shouted at them.
"You are my property, come back here now!"
It was Prince Seseke, dashing across the
airfield from the direction of his palace.
He was still naked from the waist down, his
cock flapping comically between his legs as
he ran to intercept the girls, followed
closely by a squad of his guards.
The starlets took off as fast as their
shapely legs could carry them, knowing that
they were running for their freedom. Lithe
Angela quickly took the lead, Nicola
lagging a little behind. Sprinting along
caused her hefty boobs to pound back and
forth across her chest (something Angela
didn't have to contend with), and the saucy
starlet wished that somewhere along this
adventure she'd managed to get hold of a
sports bra.
As they rapidly approached the Cessna,
Nicola tried to make out just who was
sitting at the controls, but all she could
see through the canopy was a dark
silhouette waving at them to hurry up. She
risked a glance back over her shoulder and
saw her former master hot on her heels.
Angela reached the plane first and bounded
into the rear compartment. "Move it,
lardass! Or I'm leaving you behind."
A moment later Nicola caught up, and climbed
into the plane as it began to taxi along
the runway, slamming the door shut behind
her.
Seseke and his men continued to give chase
but as the Cessna picked up speed the
enraged Prince was left further and further
behind. Nicola still clenched her
teeth, worried that they weren't out of the
woods yet. It wasn't until the plane's
wheels gently rose off the ground
that she at last felt safe.
Far behind them, Seseke finally came to a
halt, panting with the exertions of the
chase. His guards, catching up to him,
noticed for the first time he wasn't
wearing any pants. They exchanged smirking
glances and a few titters were heard.
"Shut up," Seseke muttered and stalked back
towards his palace.
Nicola looked down at the receding African
jungle and sighed a sigh of relief. There was,
however, still one more mystery that needed
to be solved. From the rear cabin all
Nicola could see of their pilot and
benefactor was his (her?) shoulder and the
back of their helmet.
"Dammit!" murmured Angela, searching
through the cabin. "Isn't there anything to
wear?" Nicola pushed past her, heading for
the cockpit.
"Who are you?" Nicola cried, trying to
raise her voice above the din of noise
inside the plane. Slowly, the pilot turned
around, revealing-
"Akumba!" Nicola gasped.
He twisted his thick lips into a crooked
smile. "Actually, the name's Joe Gribble,"
he said, his accent miraculously
transformed to sharp, unmistakeably
Californian tones.
"*The* Joe Gribble?" asked Angela, coming
up behind Nicola. "Of Blackguard Pictures?"
"That's me, sweetheart," he replied
modestly. Instantly smelling money and
power, Angela's eyes lit up. "Oh my," she
purred. "If only I'd known we'd have such
distinguished company, I'd've put some
clothes on." She coyly fanned herself, thus
drawing his attention to her
slim, naked body.
"But," Nicola butted in before Angela
started fucking his leg like a bitch in heat,
"you kidnapped us in the first place,
Seseke paid you."
"Yup," he replied. "Ysee, I'm casting a new
movie called 'Captured Beauties', about a
pair of gorgeous tourists who get kidnapped
and whipped off to join an African prince's
harem. Your agents recommended the two of
you for the leads."
"So, this was all just a sort of audition?"
Nicola asked, not believing what she was
hearing.
"You could call it that. I thought this way
would be a lot more fun for all involved."
He gave the starlet a naughty wink. Nicola
opened her mouth to indignantly reply that
it had not been fun, but, on a moment's
reflection, she realized that the past
couple of days hadn't been that bad.
"Do we get the parts?" Angela asked
eagerly.
"Maybe..." Gribble replied. "We'll see."
"At least we're heading back to Hollywood,"
Nicola sighed.
"Actually, we're heading for Cannes. I'm
having a little soiree there tonight for
some of my European contacts." He glanced
back at the naked starlets. "I could do
with a couple of gorgeous girls to help
with the... 'entertainment'. You wouldn't
mind, wouldcha? Could really help cinch
those roles."
Nicola rolled her eyes. Things really were
back to normal!
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