As the savages lips mashed against hers her body melted to his. Her soft moan of passion in response to the contact caused her lips to vibrate adding intensity to the kiss. Moving one of her hands down between their bodies she squeezed his erection through his loin cloth. Seconds later, her head swirling with arousal and giddiness, her hand slid beneath his loin cloth and her slim fingers encircled the twitching mass of male virility.

For a moment she stood there melted to him. Her pointed little tongue stabbing at his thick lips seeking entrance while her hand slowly stroked and squeezed his cock beneath his loin cloth. Suddenly and without warning she was roughly pulled from him and into the arms of another who demanded the same treatment. She mentally shrugged as her giddy mind gibbered inquiringly whether these were quite possibly some of the same natives that Winford had screamed would rape her, as after a hard kiss and the stabbing of tongues together she was passed to yet another of them.

As the forth savage swept her into his arms her arousal was such that instead of turning her face up to his as she had the others she instead slid down his tall frame to kneel before him. With a motion that bordered on desperation her left hand pushed his loin cloth to the slight paunch of his stomach while her other grasped his cock and squeezed it. But even as her right hand guided his cock to her lips and her other released his loin cloth letting it fall over her head the savage pushed her away and stumbled backwards as if in fear that she intended to eat his manhood.

So startled was she at the natives reaction that as she fell heavily backwards, her arms and legs all akimbo, she simply lay looking up at him. Had she done something wrong, had she broken some native taboo? Then her eyes shifted to the door of her cabin as through it several madly gyrating sweaty savages, accompanied by yet others that were repeatedly chanting a word she at first didn't understand, danced. Even as her addled brain tried to take in the spectacle before her several of them, stomping heavily while twisting and turning crazily moved ever closer to her.

She was both frightened and fascinated. Fascinated because of their fluid graceful movements as they danced about and frightened because as each passed before her he stabbed at, though not actually poking her with his short long bladed spear. Then as suddenly as it had all started the graceful fluid movement of the dancers ceased and the chanting voices fell silent. As one they faced the door and a great shout of Ndebele, the very word that they'd been softly chanting but that she hadn't understood rang from the assembled mass.

For a second her breath caught in her throat as repeated shouts of Ndebele accompanied by the stomping of feet and the banging of spears against cowhide shields reverberated around her. She had been right, these were the savages her husband had said would rape her. But if Ndebele were here, where was Winford and his Marines? Was he wandering around out there somewhere chasing after ghost while the savage he sought was here making a mockery of his efforts.

As these thoughts and others flashed through her mind a huge grotesque, almost midnight black native filled the doorway of her cabin. She had thought his followers were tall, but the grotesque individual before her stood heads and shoulders above them. What's more, were they were sinewy with features some might even say were handsome, he was the exact opposite. His barrel of a chest atop a massive stomach was crisscrossed with at least a dozen scars and his face, God his face was - was hideous.

It was as if the whole right side of his face, though the flesh was unmarked in any way, had melted. His right eye was tilted at a crazy downward angle and bulged from its socket while his mouth was twisted into a permanent heinous scowl. Stooping he strode through her door, then with but the slightest movement of his large head he acknowledged his followers who had fallen silent.

Turning slightly he looked down at her and Miriam, her lithe body visibly shaking with fear, apprehension, excitement and arousal all at the same time could do nothing but look back into his eyes. His gaze held her enthralled, so much so that she forgot the presence of the others. So much so in fact that without realizing she had done so she had untangled herself and rose to her feet to stand before him.

She did not see the four savages that only minutes before she had been ready to make love guided to Ndebele's side. Neither did she hear their whimpering pleading voices as the giant after placing his hand to her face lightly rubbed her cheek. Not until the four of them were dragged screaming from her cabin did his hold on her weaken. But it was only a momentarily lapse and all to quickly forgotten as his hand, surprisingly gentle for its large size, moved down to caress her left tit.

Though her arousal at the hands of the four savages that had originally come upon her had been broken at the appearance of the others it flowered anew at the giants soft touch. As if he had somehow given her permission to break eye contact her eyes moved down to her chest and the coal black hand rolling her left nipple between thumb and forefinger. From the corner of her eye she saw another native, hardly more then a youth really, rush to Ndebele's side and with daft fingers loosen then pull the rotund savages loin cloth from him.

Despite her effort at self control as the grotesque giants fingers tweaked and squeezed her nipple, at the uncovering of his cock she visibly shuddered and a soft moan of unbidden arousal and lust hissed from her full pouting lips. Though the savages semi erect cock appeared no longer in length then a few of the Marines on that afternoon now ages ago its girth was massive.

For a moment she was distracted as she felt hands on her shoulders from behind and she turned her head slightly, catching as she did so a white disheveled blob that somehow looked familiar, out of the corner of her eye. But it was quickly forgotten as Ndebele's hand together with turning her face once more to his caressed her ear with his fingers. For several heart pounding seconds she looked into his eyes then unresistingly she dropped to her knees before him. With her being but five foot three and Ndebele standing every bit of seven foot her face was in almost perfect alinement with his cock as she knelt before him.

As she looked at the midnight black cock that had not only lengthened but grown harder since she'd taken her eyes from it a heartbeat ago she almost felt like laughing. Hadn't she been in just such a position before? The first time had been in the stables, the second, later that same evening in the shadows of her husbands headquarters and the third barely a mile from the fort. Though on that occasion, unlike the first two times not only did she pleasure the Corporal thus but seven other Marines as well.

Well if that was how this ugly savage wanted her to pleasure him then so be it. But as she leaned forward and her tongue flicked from between her lips and against the bulbous oozing knob she felt a measure of disappointment. She had never taken a cock between her legs as monstrous as his before, didn't even know if she could really but she would have liked to have tried. Oh well, at least by pleasuring him with her mouth her taste buds would be drenched with the flavor she had in a very short time gotten an insatiable appetite for.

As her lips opened wider then encircled the engorged dark knob a rumbling purr of pleasure vibrated from her throat. Her tongue swirled about and stabbed at the bulbous crown as her humming lips moved over the first couple of inches of the dark instrument of fertility. Moister and the now familiar taste of cum, another word the soldiers had proudly spouted, began to fill her mouth. Instinctively as she had been taught to do by the Corporal and the others that long afternoon days ago she swallowed, her taste buds coming alive as she did so.

Bringing her right hand up she tightened her fingers about the girth of the savages dark cock mid way along its length. Her intention being not to stop her lips progression but instead to stroke the savage's cock while drawing a suction just as Corporal Riggings and the others had liked her to do. But her hand was brushed aside and instead her head was shoved forward from behind. As the thick hard knob of the savages cock pushed to the entrance of her throat her gag reflex kicked in.

She tried to pull back but the hand against the back of her head wouldn't let her. In desperation her hands flew to the savages flabby thighs pushing against them while at the same time trying to breath through her nose. Her gurgling sputters were all but drowned by the laughter from a dozen throats as the dark knob of the cock pressed against then wormed into the first inch of her throat. Her frantic mind screamed at her, pleaded with her to remember what private McDonnell had choked out as he'd forced his cock into her throat.

As her small hands beat against the savages dark flabby thighs and she struggled against the hand pressing against the back of her head the private's words came to her as clearly as if he were standing before her. "Relax your throat muscles Mrs. Rhodes, then swallow. Yea that's it, thats how you do it. Now, pull back and let all but the head of my cock slip from your hot sucking mouth. Thats right draw a suction like you were drinking through a straw. Oh yea thats it. Now, cradle that lollypop lovingly and lather all along its length. Both sides you cock hungry fucking slut. Now pop it back in that hot mouth of yours and while drawing a suction squeeze and stroke it with your hand. Oh God Mrs. Rhodes your a natural born cock sucker. Oh yea, oh yea, thats right, thats right, push that tongue against my pisser."

Just as she had done for McDonnell then the three remaining Marines after him before all eight had fucked her she relaxed her throat muscles. With the private's words of instruction and encouragement ringing in her ears she pushed her face forward relaxing and swallowing at the same time. As her lips, while tightly clasping the rigid protrusion, moved ever further down its thick length the pressure on the back of her head lessened. Experimentally she moved backwards and when she felt no resistance she began bobbing her head. As she slobbered over the purplish black cock her thoughts drifted back to that afternoon.