Chapter 4

Prudence was certain that when she awoke, Douglas would be with her again, at least to eat. But when her meal came in, so did Captain Happy. She had put on a little wrinkle-free travel dress that she always carried with her on public transportation because it was easy to change into, but there was no need to be dressy in these circumstances. Captain Happy might be trying to impress her, but she was not trying to impress him! But she combed her blond hair carefully and applied just a touch of mascara over her big blue eyes and penciled her lids brown.

Captain Happy surveyed the blue print dress that clung sensually to her long shapely legs, and his eyes climbed the extent of her tiny waist up to the succulent tits. She looked regal, and for the first time he realized what a magnificent queen she would make. It was possible his people would object, but he had an answer for that. His whole bargaining power with the British was that he wished to cane a pro-western country out of the middle of one that would be definitely anti-west once that rebellion took place! It was better that the government cede the Whitelaw Estates to Captain Happy and leave it to him to expand his country as best he could so that the anti-western forces, which were rumbling louder and louder each year, would be left in the powerless shape of a fragile donut on the outskirts of Whitelaw. To prove his pro-western intentions, he was marrying a white woman, whose husband... let's see... whose husband met with an accident? No! The big Captain thought. That might alienate Prudence forever. But maybe her husband could be induced by Eflo...

He excused himself from Prudence almost as soon as he arrived, and slipped down the hall to Eflo.

"I could find nothing out from the pig of an ambassador. He kept telling me that Whitelaw was never mentioned at all in government circles, which is ridiculous! I want you to use your charms, Eflo! All the charms necessary to learn what you can, do you understand me?"

Eflo smiled a cat-like half smile, her shapely lips bending slightly downward and her brown eyes flickering with more complete understanding than he had intended her to have. She knew that the little blond hostage was too much of a temptation to him, and she supposed that Douglas must be kept busy and happy so that no one would ever be told what went on at Whitelaw. Happy did not wish to appear incapable in western eyes. He wanted to be the serious-minded reformer and expert governor. She had thought that taking hostages was the worst way to maintain a good image, but Happy's reasoning was that there was no point in having a good image if no one was looking. These days, one had to take hostages to be looked at! And, she thought, if it were true that Whitelaw was not being mentioned in government circles, then maybe Happy was right! It had not been much of a revolution to walk into the Whitelaw Estates as Captain Happy's forces had done while the Whitelaw descendants were away in England arguing over which of them should live here. But the black forces had moved in! Of course, the Whitelaw's might not realize it yet!

The handsome Captain turned and put his arm around her once again, squeezing her lightly as he had when he first came in. She felt his real indifference though a shot of electricity coursed through the faithful woman's dark loins, and she felt the inevitable moisture pooling warmly at the vee between her thighs. On a second thought, he leaned over and kissed her, paternally, just to the side of her mouth. She thrilled and the "Can't he wait?" she rasped hotly.

The Captain looked at her blankly and then impatiently as though there was something she was refusing to understand.

"Of course not! We don't have forever! And this... uh... mood you're in could be very valuable."

Eflo saw the lie in his expression. It glinted in his averted eye. In a low, barely audible voice, she murmured,

"Okay, Captain, if that's the way you want to play it."

He was already looking toward the door, planning his exit line.

"Guess you had better get back to your business and leave me to mine, then," she told him, sarcasm just barely coloring her softened voice.

Gratefully, if guiltily, the big Captain smiled and left.

Douglas Harper sat in the room that had been assigned to him, wondering how all the pieces in this fiasco fit together. He only wished that it were possible to receive some word from his superiors so that he would know what to say and what to do. The Captain had made it clear to him that he and Prudence would not see each other again for weeks and maybe forever! In a way it was a relief Douglas found it difficult enough to think for himself without having to think for two! He had not been raised to think. He had been schooled by his father from the time he was small to quickly analyze and understand someone else's thinking and to translate it into the diplomatic blarney that governments used with each other. But to be this kind of translator, one had to have something to translate... some message, some instructions from someone!

What was Douglas Harper to think of the new country of Whitelaw? No one in government had ever mentioned it so Douglas had never heard of it. Had his government decided that it exists? Whether or not a country exists has everything to do with how an ambassador treats it! Well, if he made any mistakes, how could anyone possibly blame him, Douglas decided. How could he have an official attitude without knowing his government's official position? The only attitude he was sure of was toward his little wife. He knew he had to protect her, he had to cooperate for her sake, as long as protecting her through his cooperation did not endanger the official position of his country, whatever that was!

Douglas was already concerned about Prudence and this Captain Happy person. Obviously the man had made a pass at his pretty little wife and encountered resistance. Was that wise? Douglas thought of how proud he should be that his wife wanted no one else but himself. She had been a virgin when she married Douglas Harper and it had been very important to him. Because of the miracle of her virginity, Douglas had vowed to himself and to God Almighty that he would be faithful to her. It was the least he could do! However, that vow had begun to weigh heavily upon him. He was tired of her inexperience and her inhibitions. It would be refreshing, he found himself thinking once in a while, to get back to the more... more proficient women.

His dinner was brought in to him by exactly the kind of woman he had once found very proficient indeed. Douglas looked her over as she served him. In spite of the difference that her skin was black, she reminded Douglas of the first woman he had ever known, a young friend of his mother's. He guessed that the black woman's age was about what that woman's had been then, in her mid-thirties. It was funny to remember because Douglas had been only eighteen at the time when his father caught them together. The boy had been terrified, certain that it spelled the end of any help his father had intended to give him to get into the diplomatic service. Instead, his of punishing him, his father had praised him for seizing an opportunity and doing something, finally, on his own initiative! Douglas had felt a little guilty about that ever since. For the initiative had actually been the woman's!

Except with Prudence, Douglas had never been backward with women again. He prided himself on his aggressiveness in this area, or he would if he were not now bound by marriage vows. He studied the tall black woman after she placed his meal on the table before him. She was some kind of slave, he guessed. She wasn't wearing the traditional khaki fatigues of the soldiers around here. Instead she wore a silky white dress that was slit all the way up one leg to the waist! Now she raised her long arms over her head to fiddle with the chandelier or something. She stretched her fine lithe back and thrust her tits forward against the shiny white material of her gown.

Quickly, being well trained for it, Douglas analyzed the message that Captain Happy was sending him by placing this beautiful woman in his room. Douglas was being given the courtesy, the privileges, that one gentleman accords another. There was no doubt in Douglas's mind that regardless of the official position of his government with respect to Whitelaw, it would be a diplomatic blunder of the first magnitude to refuse this voluptuous... mouth-watering... sex goddess! He grabbed for her and met no resistance, just as he thought! He slipped his arms around her slender waist and pulled her up to him. She ovaled her mouth to say something, but he quelled the words by clamping his lips fiercely against hers and thrusting his tongue so deep inside her mouth that she couldn't talk if her life depended on it.

Although Douglas would never have dreamed it possible, the sultry Eflo was accustomed to kisses less innocent than his, but she found herself responding to his inexpert advances. She had no man but Happy for so long that she had doubted she could go through with this, but here she was! In love with one man and yet able to respond sexually to another, even a white man! And she was glad! Happy might not care, but she had the satisfaction of knowing that he wasn't the only man in the world for... well, at least for her body!

It's the only way I have to get back at that bastard, she thought! And she was glad that Douglas was willing, too, for his sake because of what his pretty little stupid wife was very likely doing right now! Obviously the young man had no interest in her. He had just seen her for the first time no more than ten minutes ago! But she had no real interest in him either, so what the hell! She would do as she was told... gladly!

And that's how Eflo decided to melt under Douglas's clumsy advances, urging him on. He sure had a lot to team, she thought, and I'm a woman with tricks to teach! Raising her black hands to the eager young white man's face, she whispered,

"Everything will be all right. Don't you worry about anything! Listen to Eflo, baby," she cooed. "Eflo will take care of you!" She then moved her hands down along his lean hard body, probing around his hips at his belt and quickly unbuckling it and unzipping his fly. He was young and lithe and his youthful naivete excited the black girl beyond her original expectations. She had been with Captain Happy for so much of her life that she had forgotten how good a young one could feel, his skin so taut and resilient, soft and yet hard and firm at the same time.

Douglas, forgetting the meal, moved closer against her and unzipped the white dress. He pulled the silky material down off her glistening black shoulders. He was surprised how beautifully her dark skin shown in the soft bedroom light... how it felt like velvet to his timid touch.

"Eflo," he repeated the name she had given him. "Eflo," he whispered. "You are very beautiful!"

She smiled at him, a little grateful for the compliment. "Let's get undressed and get into bed," she murmured. She led him toward the big bed, the white dress hanging around her waist. She wriggled out of the rest of it, leaving on only a pair of black bikini panties so sheer that he had not realized she was wearing any. The brassiere was the same transparent black, and her heels were a see-through black plastic. Douglas watched her fascinated as he peeled off his own clothes. But as she reached behind her back to release the small clasps of her brassiere, he stopped her.

"No, please!" he whispered hoarsely. "Let me do that!"

"Surely," she said softly.

The door was locked on the outside, Douglas guessed, but he hadn't seen her lock it on the inside. He started toward it, but she stopped him.

"It can't be locked from the inside, if that's what you're planning," she told him with a gentle smile. "I wouldn't worry about it. No one will come."

Of course not, he thought. It was a stupid gesture of habit. It was just that she was making him forget who he was and where he was and why he was there! He watched her return to him with admiration, her trim black hips and small waist ripe for loving, her legs long and alluring. The young ambassador had never seen a more temptingly proportioned woman. Not even Prudence could match this!

"You're tall," he said, "but absolutely perfect!"

She laughed at him. "And you're young but just as perfect!" He grinned, embarrassed and self-conscious, and reached for her. She melted into his arms with a warm and passionate kiss as he slowly peeled off the rest of her clothing. Completely naked, she then slipped off her shoes and let them fall bluntly to the floor. Douglas gaped at the glassy dark triangle of kinky hair between her legs and then up at her short black hair on her head, which was not nearly as curly. He leaned over, pushing her back against the bed, feeling her tremble with excitement while she retained a hint of maternal control. He felt her eyes drift to his white prick which was only halfway erect and heard her say, unbelievably,

"Has anyone ever given you a blow job?"

God, he had never allowed... He shook his head.

"Well, it's about time then!" She eased out from underneath him and guided him gently back on the pillow. Then she propped a second pillow under his head. "Maybe you'd like to watch," she suggested. "Especially the first time," she added with an uncontrollable touch of malicious humor. He had to be over twenty five and never had a blow job! England must be a very strange country. And to think they sought to teach others how to live!

Douglas felt a tide of foolishness wash over him, but the lewd excitement of an unknown experience kept his docile and he felt his cock grow heavier in anticipation of the woman's obscene intentions. His only venture into such uses of the mouth had been an attempt once to kiss Prudence between the legs. God, he couldn't imagine what had gotten into him! She had stopped him, of course! This woman was not the first who had tried it with him, either. Always he had refused, even while feeling the lascivious desire to let it happen. Now... now he was a prisoner! Now he had every right to cooperate in everything! Still, he ought to show some resistance!

"Do you want me to suck it?" she suddenly asked.

His mouth hung open with indecision. Then he closed his eyes, as he tried to say "yes" while trying to say "no" at the same time. It was a terrible quandary, and he could smell her intoxicatingly heady perfume, too. He felt the silkiness of the bedding under him and let himself drift down into the dark, recessed desires within himself.

"Y... yes. All right," he whispered at last.

Eflo knew what she would do for him. She would work him up slowly. She lay down at his side and closed his eyes again with her fingers, stroking the contours of his tense, handsome white face until the firm lines melted. Then she kissed him sensually on the mouth, running her black fingers through his thick sandy brown hair and kissing him hard until he opened for her just as she had for him. All thoughts of Prudence or of being married or of being taken hostage by some unknown, unrecognized black junta disappeared from the young ambassador's mind, and he focused completely on the expert ministrations of Captain Happy's mistress, letting her toy with his earlobes as she blew softly inside and licked and kissed so gently his pale eyes and his pinkish cheeks and his white neck.

"Oooohhhh, it feels so good, Eflo," he encouraged her, mummuringly. "It feels really great." He reached out to touch her ebony black tits which swayed voluptuously above him, grazing against his sparsely haired chest, her nipples spiky and dark and hard with desire. He cupped the full dark mounds in his palms, crushing his fingers into them so that it almost hurt her. His action was unplanned, natural and unavoidable as she built up the lust in him that had been hovering in his subconscious for some time now. He felt the black woman's fingers inch down across his stomach, caressing with her palms the soft, tautly drawn flesh of his lower abdomen. His skin jumped under her touch and his white cock loomed in stiffer erection. As his hands clutched reflexively tighter on her tender tits, she cautioned him,

"Please, not so hard!" with a gentle laugh. Slipping down out of his reach, she positioned herself on her knees between his legs.

Douglas gasped as he felt her spread his legs, and he raised on the pillow to watch her lower her head to his heavily upthrust swollen cock. Her jet black hair fell over the inner line of his thighs. It was just long enough to tickle and send shivers up and down his nakedly exposed body, shivers that only intensified as she tauntingly stroked the loose foreskin of his massive, rigid cock back and forth over the blunt, blood- engorged head.

Eflo teased the soft, sandy-haired sac of his white testicles with her other hand much as a kitten plays gently and tentatively with its first ball of yam. She was accustomed to Happy's big black balls, and it was almost as though she didn't know just how these white ones would react.