For a second her thoughts wavered as through rapidly fluttering eyelids she saw a figure hovering over her, its features indistinct and fuzzy. In her dream like trance she felt hot breath upon her just as she had that afternoon. And just as she had that afternoon she felt fingers fluttering over her abdomen, along her ribcage and finally upon her breast. In her all to real fantasy a moan of pain, pleasure rumbled from her throat as multiple fingers not only squeezed and rolled her breast but pinched and stretched each of her nipples as well.

In her arousal her head whipped from side to side, her eyes seeing but not seeing the grinning faces of the four dark natives leaning over her. Continuous soft whimpers of pleasure vibrated in her throat as just as what had happened a few afternoons ago a multitude of rough hands toyed with nearly every inch of her petite milk white flesh. She felt fingers close on her thighs. Felt them tighten, and knowing full well what was expected of her she willingly, eagerly and without the least bit of hesitation parted her legs.

Her pelvis arched upward and her body quivered in rapturous pleasure as the hands that had removed hers from between her legs took their place. Then inexplicable even as the fingers, after rubbing over her aroused moistened lips, wormed their way into her and while the others continued to tweak and stretch her nipples, her eyes flew open and her senses returned.

A startled squeal burst from her throat as together with trying to pull away from the arousing exploring fingers she endeavored to straighten her garments. As she tried to set her clothes to right the absurd thought that flashed through her mind was not how dare they take such familiar liberties but how had these dark savages gotten into the fort without an alarm being raised.

Through startled more then frightened eyes she stared at the men taking in every detail of their near naked appearance. The sinewy muscularity of their dark chocolate colored bodies as they stood over her grinning sent a shiver through her. Whether her response was from fear or from the protrusions evident beneath their respective loin cloths she wasn't certain.

Raising slightly and bracing herself on her elbows while continuing to clutch her blouse together she starred wide eyed at the savages without uttering a sound. As if no longer in control of her faculties she made not the slightest effort to pull away as one of their number reached out and pulled her hands from her blouse. Neither did a scream of panic or fear burst from her throat as together with the savage roughly yanking her blouse from her shoulders thus trapping her arms to her side, he pushed her back onto the bed.

The guttural muttering of voices foreign to her ears was barely heard let alone understood for the pounding of her heart as two of their number closed on her and began running their dark hands over her. Just as her body had done with Corporal Riggings and the others hardly four days past, it shivered in arousal as the savages dark fingers squeezed her small firm breast before closing about her nipples, tweaking, rolling, stretching them.

Her breathing increased to near gasp making her pert breast rise and fall rapidly and another slight shudder raced through her torso. Why she didn't scream was a mystery to her. Was she indeed a camp follower, or perhaps even worse as her husband had vehemently asserted. She knew she had acted so with the Corporal and the others, but was she so loose, so wanton that she would willingly, unhesitantly let four strange black men lay between her legs?

From the deep recesses of her mind a measure of sanity returned for a micro second. But even then it was not total for it soared off onto a different tangent, a tangent that only the loosest of women would contemplate, let alone participate in. Like a kaleidoscopes ever changing pattern she envisioned first Corporal Riggings and his squad making love to her, then the four savages whose hands were even then driving her to heights of bliss.

Like a continuous loop her fevered mind played the two scenarios over and over. On the one hand the use of her pale lithe body by these four darkies, on the other by Corporal Riggings and his squad. Then as is the want of such fantasies the two lurid scenarios merged together then blew into exaggerated numbers of dark savages and Royal Marines continuously and repeatedly having their way with her.

That her mind could conjure such an erotic scenario was testament not only to her earlier shameless performance beneath the scrub trees with the eight Marines but also to the effect the natives were having on her. Her mind, awash with arousal screamed at the savages to take her, to use her like the shameless wanton slut that had been awakened within her by the Corporal. Yet the only utterances' from her trembling lips were incomprehensible whimpering gasp of arousal.

Their hands seemed to be everywhere, touching, pinching, probing. Her eyes, which had been like saucers, slowly, dreamingly closed blotting out their dark images but not their presence. Though the natives hands were still tweaking and pinching her taunt nipples and her every thought was on them, her legs again slowly drifted apart when one of their number lightly touched her inner thigh.

Like a violin string plucked violently Miriam literally vibrated as the fingers glided up and down her inner thighs then up between her legs and through her sparse blonde bush. As the fingers she couldn't see but most definitely feel teased at her sex aroused moistened lips, her legs, as if no longer controlled by her brain parted even wider allowing the fingers greater access to her most private part.

Her abdomen rippled and her breath came in gasp so ragged and rapid she nearly hyperventilated. Unbidden her pelvis moved in tight little bouncing circles enticing, willing the fingers to do more then tease her. Her hither to soft gasp of arousal finally found voice as with a stuttering soulful whimper she pleaded for them to use her.

Such was her arousal and state of mind that neither the sporadic gun fire nor the gurgling choked screams from dying throats registered on her addled brain. The dark savages toying with her though had no idea what her mind set was as the sound of the gunfire and the screams of the dying erupted within the fort. For a moment they paused neither moving or responsive to her pleas as with their hands no longer upon her her own fell between her legs and her loins rotated and humped in response. Then with a knowing glance passing between them confirming that here was a prize worth having, a prize worth more then all the guns or other spoil this fort might yield they once more leaned over her.

For a brief instant her eyes flew open as something cold touched her thigh then slowly moved up over her hip. Then as if by doing so she could hide the fact that instead of four dark savages that were about to have there way with her it was instead Corporal Riggings and the other seven Marines, her eyes once more drifted shut. As the unseen cold object she instinctively knew was a knife slipped beneath her skirt and grazed over her hip leaving behind a small trail of blood her body shivered with excitement and anticipation. The razor fine cut marring her otherwise perfect flesh, the droplets of blood staining the same were forgotten as the blade slid beneath the waist band of her skirt.

Her addled mind was besieged with a jumble of thoughts. Her husbands accusations of her being a loose woman. Of that same day less then a mile from where her husband sat hunched over his maps, giving herself freely to Corporal Riggings and his platoon. And finally as strange as it sounded despite her experiences and her awakened abilities over the last few days whether she would be able to satisfy the sexual appetites of the four dark savages hovering over her.

Even as these thoughts tumbled about in her head the sound of parting cloth reached her ears. In rapturous bliss she soared higher and higher as the remnants of her skirt were pulled from beneath her and the dark fingers once more began to explore her milk white flesh. Her body writhed beneath their touch as her mind rekindled the scenario of her being used repeatedly by countless savages.

The fourth one, where was the fourth one her mind gibbered almost nonsensically just before the last and final member of the group roughly pulled her legs apart and lowered his face to her hot wet lips. As the savages tongue lapped at then thrust into her moistened slit the small of her back arched from the edge of the mattress and her hips rotated and lunged upwards. Oh God, no one, no one had ever done such a thing to her before. Not her husband, not the Corporal, not the other Marines, no one. Oh God so good, so gooooood. Without inhibition her trembling legs of their own free will fell over the savages shoulders and she pushed her dancing loins tighter to his face.

Encouraged by her actions as well as by his grinning fellows, the savage's hands clutched her pert tight ass cheeks lifting them higher while nipping at her clit. Miriam's gasp of pleasure and arousal filled the cabin as harder and ever faster the tongue drove to the very center of her being. Yet it wasn't solely the tongue slurping, prodding at her cunt that aroused such a response. Indeed the mouths, and yes even the teeth teasing her milk white firm breast and nipples in no small measure added intensity to her reaction.

Then with a suddenness that left her all but screaming for release not only did the tongue between her legs cease its administrations but also the mouths and teeth that had been hurtfully, pleasurably mauling her pert breast. With a clarity that she hadn't thought her lust aroused brain was capable of she instinctively knew that the inevitable was about to happen. With her legs still splayed obscenely wide Miriam scooted back onto her bed slightly and waited both with a mixture of apprehension and expatiation.

Yet when none of them immediately fell atop her she looked up at them askance. Had her response to their caresses been to much? If such were the case maybe it was they that were in doubt as to the ability satisfy her, instead of she that couldn't satisfy them. As if to alleviate the doubts and fears she imagined they had she slowly stood, then on quivering legs moved to the closest of the group. With movements slow and careful so as not to alarm him she placed a hand on chest.

Raising to her tip toes she turned her face up to his then closing her eyes she parted her lips slightly. She wasn't even certain that these dark savages knew what a kiss was but she intended to find out. Slowly moving her hand up over his chest to his shoulder then to his neck she attempted to pull his face to hers. At first she felt resistance, but then his lips lightly brushed hers before a heart thumping moment later accompanied by a rumbling growl as if from a wild beast they mashed heavily against hers.