Chapter 4

The servants at Tarzan’s English estate were a motley crew.

The females outnumbered the males about two to one but that was just fine with both Tarzan Jr. and the male employees because it furnished them all with a steady supply of back up pussy to draw from around the clock.

Tarzan Jr. had a male in charge of the males and a female in charge of the females. He had learned long ago in the jungle it was better to have gender similar persons in charge of servants or slaves and it all worked out much better in the long run due to the vast gulf between the two sexes. Of course, there were a few odd cases of gender confusion and experimentation in the ranks but he was quite comfortable with that and enjoyed watching such coupling to inspire his own need for nocturnal unions.

He had his favorites with the Nubian Princess that ruled the escarpment with an iron fist, the British Lady Doctor with her pale white skin and her loud shouts of pleasure when anally taken, and last but not least his twin duo of Whitey and Blackie the impossible sisters with skin tones at opposite ends of the color spectrum.

He enjoyed it best when he took them in pairs in the midnight hours alternating between the pale white skin and the dark-skinned females in a frenzy of impalement both front and back.

Tarzan Jr. had been present at each initial interview of the female staff members and he observed their responses to the difficult questions. He knew from his past experiences that it was more important to get females with a good attitude rather than the brightest or the prettiest of the candidates. He had two Nubian assistants who also acted as his personal security with hidden knives and no need of firearms in accordance with local law. It was his preference to use their oversized dicks in the screening and watch the reactions of the females being interviewed to size up their physical and mental reactions to being taken doggie style by a rough black man as a test of their compliance in all matters sexual in nature.

Their names were Otto and Bruce and they both came from South Africa with a fair sprinkling of German or Dutch blood in their genes.

A case in point was a village girl of some eighteen winters was down on all fours for her physical portion of the interview and Bruce was poised over her rump with his extended ten inch dick bouncing with increasing pressure on her brown eye blinking a clear SOS and her face twisted in fear of the man’s huge bulk.

Still, as soon as the South African former wrestler defeated the girl’s sphincter, she opened her lips in a perfect “O” and shook her hips in a seductive rotating manner that revealed her past experience with anal affairs of the flesh. Then, Bruce placed his huge hands on her hips and held her steady as he pounded her bum with his male equipment much to the delight of the audience watching the interview with bated breath.

The girl whose name was Sally had never been holed by such a tool before and she was extremely nervous hoping that her performance would ensure her gaining employment at the estate. Jobs were generally scarce these days due to the downward shift in economic fortunes and both her mother and her father were unemployed and she was their only hope of income to the household in order to survive the long cold winter.

Her parents were proud of their beautiful daughter and they both considered her to be as innocent as the fresh fallen snow. She had done a good job of concealing her fall from grace from them as early as the day she turned the corner of puberty almost four years prior.

First, it was her horny cousin bundling in her bed along with his sister with her own submissive nature that usually met his nocturnal demands in covert manner. His name was Thomas or Tommy for short and he had a rather small cock but big enough to teach her to mind her manners when he spooned her from behind. She enjoyed his fumbling depravity with her puss and her private posterior entrance. The boy tutored her that entire summer and his sister helped with her inquisitive tongue training her to accept feminine favors as well.

Then there was her mother’s brother, Uncle Mark with his older and wiser member that had tasted the juices of many a maid both fore and aft in many different compromising positions. He had shown her the correct angle of leverage to extract the maximum spunk from male shafts in all of these positions and it was not until her mother held up her knickers with evidence of man juice on them that she was forced to lie and blame it on the servant girl wiping her crotch with them after spreading her legs for the milkman.

It was all downhill after that with the art tutor that showed her tricks that no young girl should learn at such an early age and the new Rector that took over the parish and trained her the way to redemption on her knees but not with praying but using her tongue in devious play all over his genitals.

Bruce was coming to a spurting conclusion on her rump and she was shaking like a leaf with her internal orgasm.

Tarzan Jr. was most interested in her contortions and he pulled the British female Doctor to her knees between his legs to administer her lovely licking tongue to his stiffness as he fast approached his own release watching the new female recruit enter her final throes of convulsions at her impalement.

Sally pulled down her skirts and found it difficult to keep from blushing at the shame of her sins of the flesh. She hoped she had not appeared to be too much the slut when rutting with the huge black man with the impressive hardness that made her his slave.