Chapter 1

Her father was a missionary stationed here in Senegal, and Julie gave her faith all the belief and obedience she could. Yet sometimes as she stared at the fringe of trees around the house in which they lived and tried to imagine how deep was the jungle beyond those trees, she could not help wondering about the strange gods who inhabited the shadows there. Her father was busily preaching against something, and he referred to that something as the pagan gods of the people, so there was something, all right, she reasoned. Yet the people to whom he preached never mentioned any names or rival deities. Daranje Kawat she had heard of, but that was the name of their king. Daranje Kawat her father said, was jealous of God and therefore, against the preaching the Reverend Davenport did. There were times when Julie Davenport entertained some very pagan suspicions, like the one that King Daranje Kawat really had a right to his kingdom and that maybe the Davenport's strange white God ought to stick to his own territory, but she supposed such thoughts emanated from the jungle, a way the mysterious pagan gods had of fighting back.

So in a way, it was no surprise to Julie when one night a coarse snicker broke through the darkness of her room and a coarse hand covered her mouth. The pagan gods had come. She was half asleep, which accounted for her superstitious thoughts. But she was also half awake, which accounted for the fact that her curiosity overcame her terror, at first. Her startled eyes stared into the face of a black man who looked vaguely familiar, but it was too dark in the bedroom to see well. He was not alone and easily spirited her out of the room, out of the house, and through the jungle before she could become aware that it was really happening. They gagged her mouth but seemed to know there was no point in blindfolding her. After all, if she did manage to escape from them, it would have been suicide to try to find her way back along paths with which they were apparently familiar, but which she certainly could never find.

After her first hazy reaction, Julie was, of course, terrified. Her body went utterly limp and she may have passed out. There was no way for her to tell. It was as dark when she was unconscious, if she was, as it was when she was awake. There was no seeing the stars from in the jungle. The branches and foliage and leaves were far too thick. Her captors moved with the stealth of big cats, and she couldn't even count them until suddenly they came upon a little clearing and a road she didn't recognize. Then as they bundled her into the oldest automobile she had ever seen in her life, she saw for the first time that there were four of them and that every last one of them was a member of her father's congregation!

"Dear God, please, oh please," she screamed at them when the one called Bulloo took his hand from her mouth to shove her into the back seat of the car. Even in the dark, she could see Dawak peering stonelike through the opened door. He seemed to stare directly into her wide, terror stricken eyes for a long, long moment. His face was impassive and unchanged. And the, even as she struggled with the last of her waning strength, she watched in uncomprehending disbelief as the black face, still expressionless, slowly closed the door and switched off the flashlight.

Someone then grabbed Julie by the neck as they thrust her head first so that she fell face down across a lap. Then Balloo leaped on top of her, pulling the door closed behind him. Now everyone was inside and ail the doors were closed and the car roared off with a squeal of tires. Julie's eyes were wide with terror, and her mouth twisted with a soundless scream that was choked silent by fear somewhere deep in her throat.

"We got her! We got her!" a hot excited voice came from the driver's seat. It sounded like Kubby. He seemed to be shifting into another gear and roaring off on the bumpy dirt road.

"Take it easy!" Dawak shouted. "Thees thing break and then what?"

"You have to put it right," Kubby explained impatiently, now shifting into another gear to illustrate his expertise with the old automobile. Julie wanted to tell him he could slow down and stay in a lower gear. She kept cracking her head on someone's bony lap. But she could not speak.

Now she felt a thick muscular arm circle around her and another harsh callused hand press into her face and over her mouth until her lips ached back against her tightly clenched teeth. She could feel the black man's excited breathing as he pressed her closer to him to keep her from screaming. A pungent animal smell of sweat came from his clothes and seemed to permeate the whole of her own gasping breath. The odor was horrible. She recognized the smell of the gooey bark the natives were always chewing.

Tears of helpless frustration filled her eyes as suddenly the obscene orgies that the natives were said to indulge in crossed her helpless mind, and she sobbed a bit hysterically as the grim realization came that she too might soon be filled with the cruel hard flesh of one of these horrible rapists who had kidnapped her out of her own house.

Oh, God, she prayed silently through the pain of her helpless position. Don't let this happen to me. Don't let it happen. Let them remember all that my father taught them, please!

Suddenly Balloo pressed tighter down into her from his position and stretched over the full length of her back. She was still groaning softly but her body was limp as though the life had been crushed from it. She no longer struggled, but she moved her face slightly away from the loins of the body where it had been pressed. His hand clasped against her face, following her every movement to insure that she would not scream, although who would hear her in the middle of the jungle was difficult to imagine. Then she remembered that the natives knew nothing of sound waves and thought that at times sound could travel much farther than one could actually hear it with the naked ear.

Julie could feel Balloo's loins pressed tightly into the curve of her asscheeks from behind where he lay over her back. His face was pressed into her hair, and she winced slightly, in spite of the pain throughout her body, from the stale odors of the bark and a sort of alcohol that the natives made, also from bark and certain pulps. They seemed to have been drinking a lot of the stuff. Maybe that explained their reversion from her father's teachings back into more primitive behavior, she told herself. In that case, as soon as the effects of the alcohol wore off, she would engaged, but now his strength was returning, and Julie could feel the whole of his body squirming down onto her with an impatience that frightened her. She tried to move again but could not. The pressure of the man's arm around her neck and face and the weight of Balloo on her back held her pinned tightly to the seat. Her knees were hanging off the edge, and she could feel him sliding down her back until his hardening loins were pressed tightly against the soft flesh of her ass. She moaned her protest into the hand over her mouth as she felt his knee inserting between her legs and prying them relentlessly and cruelly apart. She fought, but there was no stopping him.

On top like that, he had the leverage, and soon her inner thigh muscles tired as she felt them being pushed slightly open. His hardened lust-bloated prick, trapped painfully under the tightness of the trousers he wore pressed hard and intimately into the upraised junction of the soft underside of her thighs.

The car was still bumping along the rutted road, and Julie was abruptly aware of some other activity going on inside. Then she felt Balloo pull his loins back slightly from her upraised ass. He kneeled up on the floor and reached over the back of the front seat to take a bowl. A husky gurgling sound of deep-throated swallows filled the car above the soft roar of then old engine

"Damn the devil water," Balloo chuckled and Julie became aware not only that they were still drinking their home brew but that all her father's warnings were falling on deaf ears. Balloo had used a serious expression of Reverend Davenport's making fun of it. "Dawak, take," he said to the black man holding Julie's head

Dawak laughed drunkenly and lifting her head, reached over and grabbed the wooden bowl, coughing loudly after his last swallow. She could feel droplets of the foul-smelling liquid falling to the back of her neck as it dribbled from the corners of his mouth. The bowl was then passed to Kubby, the driver. The bowl made several rounds and several pauses for refilling by Enhar who sat next to Kubby and had some kind of cask between his legs

"Hey you, what about the bwana's daughter?" Balloo suddenly laughed as he passed the bowl to Dawak. The natives had always used the "hey you" expression with great mirth. In fact, the natives always laughed a great deal, at the sacred as well as the profane, her father always said with despair. As a child, Julie had enjoyed the rollicking laughter of her black friends until her father taught her that it was the devil's own laughter and evil. Lately, she had begun to secretly question her father's judgment, but now, under the circumstances, it looked as though the Reverend were right after all.

Dawak now laughed drunkenly and lifted Julie's head from his lap by the hair and thrust the bowl to her lips. She clenched her lips tightly shut in a vain attempt to ward off the terrible tasting and incidentally evil substance, but he pressed harder, forcing her mouth open. The hot burning liquid sizzled down inside her, and she coughed to keep from choking. But with each cough there was a further pressure on the bowl forcing more down the narrow confines of her throat.

"Hey you," Enhar chuckled from the front seat. "It is our thing you must drink like we must drink your father's good thing for work."

The other men laughed with Enhar.

"Is that not so?" Balloo asked. letting her raise her heads obviously expecting her agreement.

"No," she said definitely.

"And why not?" Balloo asked.

"Your good is foul tasting," she said.

"Your good feels foul in the flesh," he answered her. "It is living as an empty cloud instead of as a man!"

Julie was thunderstruck and not quite sure what he meant. She knew that the natives considered the clouds to be heavenly vessels empty when white and filled like a bowl when dark with rain.

"You are good like an empty cloud, Missa Julie," Enhar explained although it was difficult to know whether he was serious or being silly because they laughed at everything.

"Yeah," Kubby contributed from the driver's seat. "We good like a cloud heavy filled with svench."

"We don't wish to be empty clouds, Missa Julie," Balloo took up the explanations, and they all burst out laughing again, and the bowl went around. Svench was what they were drinking, Julie thought she remembered. That was not their word for rain.

Julie found as the bowl went around that she had no choice about drinking. The men chortled loudly as she swallowed defensively so that she could breathe. It always seemed like all eternity before Dawak passed the bowl onto Emhar and Kubby, but with each further round she was forced to drink her share. At first, it almost made her sick with each gradual bit forced down her, but it did begin to deaden her feelings. She found herself almost wishing it would be her turn again each time the bowl left her mouth. Soon it began slowly but perceptively to deaden her sense of dread, a dread of what was almost certain to come.

In fact. between his turns at the bowl, Balloo let his hands play over the smooth rounded corners of her ass behind her, and in spite of the deadening effect of the alcohol, she still tried hopelessly to squirm away.

"Hold her, Dawak, before she jump!"

And Dawak's hand came down hard on the back of her head, pressing it harder into his loins until the bowl came around their way again. She could feel the car turning and slowing down because the new road was even ruttier than the last one. This was really rough and rocky, and with each bump they hit, she could feel the hardness of Balloo behind her buttressing deeper into the open unprotected crack of her ass. She knew he could feel her quivering beneath him and had faint visions of what his black leering face must look like as he held her warm white throbbing body in front of him to do as he willed. The obscene helplessness of her positions coupled with the warm dark liquid they had forced down her, caused a strange crazy fluttering deep inside her stomach. It intensified with each time Balloo moved his loins behind her and the contact became more sharp. Her face ached slightly, and her throat was bone dry.

"Where are we?" Balloo breathed heavily, his hands cupping the round firmness of her ass beneath the thin veneer of her now torn and soiled nightgown.

"At edge Canya," Kubby volunteered. It was meaningless to Julie but Balloo snorted gleefully.

"Pul... oull thees up," Enhar slobbered drunkenly, trying to catch hold of her nightgown with one hand and his head hanging over the front seat. A weird unnatural glint shone in his eyes as they roamed over the figure of the helpless, kneeling girl in the back seat.

"I gotta fuck her now," Balloo hissed with a coarse impatient tone to his voice. From the obscene nature of his language, Julie realized that they had to be reading exactly those books from the port that the Reverend Davenport warned them against.

"Best to wait," Dawak objected.

"No waiting, no waiting. I must fuck her right now or my balls will explode like the milk pods," Balloo intoned hoarsely as he felt the softness of her ass grinding back into him in her fruitless efforts to escape.

"Hang on to her, Dawak," he muttered. "I will pull up this night dress."

"Fuck her now," Enhar stuttered excitedly. "F... fu... uck h... her now!"

Julie, through the pale of forced drunkenness, squirmed hard against the black native's clinging hands, but the slow seductive movement of her asscheeks, crushing back into the hardness of his loins, only succeeded in sharpening his desire for her. She sobbed into the hand covering her mouth and broke away from it with a jerk of her head.

"Oh, God, please don't! Don't do that to me!"

Dawak's rough hand clamping down hard over her mouth cut her piteous supplications short again. Further muffled cries were choked back deep down in her throat until only slight broken grunts of anguish could be heard coming from her flaming nostrils.

Balloo reached down to her knees and jerked at the gown bunched beneath her on the floor. There was a low tearing noise as it suddenly ripped loose, fanning up the full length of her firm full thighs and up over the rounded white panty-covered fullness of her asscheeks. Balloo gasped and wriggled it over her hips to the narrow indentation of her waist. All the while Dawak held tight around her neck, his eyes bulging as each voluptuously smooth portion of her white body came further into view.

"Pull it up over her head," Balloo coughed excitedly at him as his trembling hands caressed the lust-inciting nakedness of her inner thighs. His nostrils flared in undisguised desire as his fingers coursed over the smooth silky softness of flesh where they joined her torso. He pinched her ass, momentarily delighting in the further groans it brought from her lips as she screwed back against him in pain. There was only a smooth narrow band of cotton lying between them now, bunched tightly in the crack of her ass, and even in the dark interior of the car, he could sense more than see the silken tufts of her pubic hair protruding from beneath the tight elastic of the legbands. The rounded globules of her ass stood brash and exposed to the lust-crazed eyes of all but Kubby, who still hung tensed over the wheel as he maneuvered the car skillfully down the rough dirt road toward the unknown destination. Julie was half wild with fear now. Even the deadening effect of the alcoholic svench could not protect her mind from the horrible truth of the sin that was about to be imposed on her. She was going to be raped.

She knew there was little chance of escape because sex was the one thing her father had little success in imposing a taboo on among the natives. They could not understand or accept the idea that there was anything evil in sex. It was so common all around them that they literally looked around whenever the Reverend Davenport brought the subject up and then stared at him with blank faces. Yes, she would be raped by a vicious gang of natives who thought and acted like animals and, as far as she could understand, had little compassion or feeling toward her or any other human being. Her asscheeks quivered convulsively from the terrifying thought of what her fate was surely to be in a few short minutes. There was nothing in the world that could save her now. Her fate had been sealed the moment she saw the first flicker of a shadow in her room, and there was no way to turn the time back now.

Oh, God, if only her father didn't feel that he had to save the dark continent of Africa for his God! A thousand "ifs" rumbled through her tortured mind disconnectedly when suddenly she was jerked back to brutal reality by the touch of Balloo's hands running up the sides of her almost naked body. He rounded them over the luscious flare of her hips for a moment and then slid them slowly and harshly down to the slimness of her waist above her panties. Her skin was naked there, and she trembled as his breathing almost stopped behind her. She felt as though his eyes were boring right through her body as the heat of his hands traced a path just behind their leering gaze.

"Where is the light?" Balloo asked. "I wish to see thees better."

Enhar got the flashlight out of the glove compartment. Africans were no different from Europeans or Americans, Julie's father often moaned with despair. They easily absorb and learn about the machines and scorn the morals and spiritual values. Now Enhar worked a modern machine to light up an ancient immoral act. Thin lines of spittle drooled from his face as he hung over the front seat, his eyes gleaming in vicious desire. Kubby, behind the wheel, glanced over the seat and muttered something under his breath, then tromped down harder on the gas, shooting the car forward at a greater speed for an apparently smooth enough stretch of road.

Julie groaned as she felt a hardness from Dawak's crotch rising under her cheeks. He had followed Balloo's instructions and pulled the nightgown over her waist and up to her neck where it bunched in a wrinkled ring of useless cloth. Now in his excitement, he was roving his hands over her back that was bare from the shoulders down. The smooth velvet softness of her skin was broken only by the thin strands of hair that laced across her back and the flimsy nightgown-panties that stretched tightly over her asscheeks. She could feel a small wet circle of seminal fluid seeping through the crotch of his pants from the hardness of his blood-engorged prick. It felt warm and sticky against her cheek, and as she tried to move her head away, he pulled his hand from her back and pressed her face tighter into his crotch until she almost lost her breath. He locked her head in position with one hand, while the other continued to rummage over her back, his fingers working clumsily at the clasp of her nightie at the neck.

She gasped as Dawak gave another pull at her nightgown so that the two mounds of her soft resilient flesh came completely free and into direct contact with the leather of the car seat. Her nipples immediately sprang into a defensive hardness, their tiny budlike tips throbbing from the sudden exposure to the coolness of the material. Dawak wasted no time. As he gaped at Balloo's hands coursing hungrily over the rounded soft spheres of her ass, his own hand slipped around the side of her body, following the deep crack where her tits curved out from her ribs. He cupped the full round ripeness of her right titty and squeezed it momentarily, bringing a groan from Julie's lips. Still not satisfied, he proceeded to pinch the small rubbery nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He rolled it tightly between them with a lewd grin on his face as he felt her face squirming with greater strength now trying to dislodge itself from his crotch. He continued to knead and pinch at her tits with an ecstatic intensity until he was harshly interrupted by a loud threatening rebuke from Balloo.