As Matt continued to prattle on she returned to the bathroom and slipped into the tub. The water was chilly, but that was fine. She lay back and felt refreshed, feeling the water soothing her tired and sore muscles. What surprised her most was how nonchalant she felt about everything now. But how should she feel? Guilty? Afraid? It was a situation so unprecedented, so unanticipated, that she didn’t know what her reaction should be.
But she thought of Udu, of his body, of that tremendous cock, the way he had fucked her - not just fucked her, but had brought her repeatedly to the brink of orgasm only to torment her by leaving her hanging. Of course that hadn’t been his intention; he’d wanted to climax simultaneously. That’s why he changed their positions, as a way of offsetting her orgasm and giving her time to cool.
‘Are you ready?’
‘Sorry?’ Kasey’s mind returned to Matt.
‘For today?’ he asked. ‘Are you ready?’
‘I think so.’
‘If I can settle this quickly I’ll be right back. But if you need me for anything you call, okay?’
‘Okay.’
‘See’ya.’
Kasey hung up, dropped the phone to the floor, lounged back further in the tub and closed her eyes. The sight of Udu above her, his body glistening, his hips thrusting into hers, his cock plunging into her, filled her mind, and she felt a warmth in her crotch. One of her fingers went to her breast and lightly circled her nipple.
She sat up suddenly.
What would happen tonight? Would Udu return? The thought quickened her heartbeat and she took a moment for self-examination. Was she afraid? There was underlying anxiety, but she thought it was unrelated to fear - not after what had transpired.
The way they’d tied her to the posts, prepared her for Udu, and then him fucking her in front of the villagers while they clapped and chanted; it had been almost ritualistic. Udu and the villagers had gotten whatever they wanted out of the experience.
So if they returned tonight?
Kasey lay back in the tub.
She didn’t know.
Chapter XI
The day was more interminable than any other. Now it wasn’t just the heat and the boredom and the drudgery - the shoot was on a rocky outcrop shot artistically to approximate a mountain peak - but the anticipation about what would happen come the night, and what she would do.
As Roger shot her in various poses, Kasey considered asking Charles for another room. His house had plenty. If Udu came tonight what would happen if he found her not in her room? On further thought she wondered how he’d known which was her room anyway. Had he seen her in there, through the double-doors? Or had he actually checked the house and found her? If it was the latter, he could find her again.
She could leave the country entirely; put it down to a tantrum and just get the hell out of there. Matt wouldn’t understand, and she’d never be able to tell him why she’d left, but he’d begrudgingly accept her decision. But the thought disappointed her. She didn’t want to leave, which begged the question: why? There was only one answer.
Following the shoot she returned to the house, distracted and alarmed by her own mindset. She was rationalising reasons to stay where they could find her. It was illogical. It wasn’t as if she had any feeling for Udu - well, anything above a purely primal level. So was that simply it? Was it just the sex? Or also the extraordinariness of the situation?
After dinner she returned to her bedroom and soaked in the tub for another hour, then went to bed naked, feeling nervous and excited. She was determined to stay awake to see what happened, and for a while she tossed and turned, certain there was no way she’d sleep.
This was crazy. She was treating the situation as if she was a teenager impatient to see her new boyfriend. This man was a savage. The whole village was full of savages. And she was willing to sacrifice herself to them, and for what? Sex? An orgasm?
She should request a new room from Charles. Maybe she should even tell him that she’d seen somebody on the patio, compel him to order some of his servants to keep a watch throughout the night. That, in all likelihood, would end the matter once and for all.
But instead, Kasey lay there.
Determined to stay awake.
And the next thing she was aware of was a cloying scent that filled her nostrils, and a tall figure kneeling at her bedside. Not Udu, but Topknot. For a moment she wondered if this meant Topknot had come to claim her, just as Udu had done the previous night, but then reasoned Topknot was her personal chaperone.
She got out of bed and clambered onto his back. He felt like Udu - big, hard, and muscled - and titillation coursed through her body. A warmth rose in her crotch, and she felt her nipples stiffen into Topknot’s flesh. He looked back over his shoulder at her, as if in rebuke, and Kasey lowered her face, surprised by the readiness and eagerness of her response. She had never been like this with anybody.
Topknot walked out onto the patio, climbed onto the balustrade and leapt into the night.
Chapter XII
For the next three nights Topknot took Kasey to the village. She was bound to the posts and then Eurasia and her two accomplices would massage the goo into her body. Udu would emerge from his hut, tear her free of the posts and carry her to the slab. He would go down on her, and then proceed to fuck her to the chanting and clapping of the villagers. Each night he started in a new position. Whenever Kasey neared orgasm - and he seemed attuned to her - he would stop and change position. When they came they came together, and he would ejaculate on her breasts; almost, Kasey felt retrospectively, as if branding her. Then as he grew hard again before her very eyes Eurasia would come, wrap him in his cloak, and escort him back to the hut. And each time she did so she shot Kasey a baleful look.
Afterwards Topknot would bear her home, carry her into her bedroom, gently lay her on the bed and pull the sheet above her. Then he would gesture, touching Kasey’s lips, indicating his crotch, then pointing in the general direction of his village.
On the fourth night the pattern began as normal: Topknot took her to the village; Eurasia and the two other women tied her to the posts and applied the goo to her, massaging it into her body; Udu tore her free, lay her on the slab and went down on her; when he was done he helped her up, and lay down himself on the slab.
Kasey started on him.
Took his cock in her hand.
Stroked him.
And she understood now Topknot’s gesticulations every night; he was signalling for oral sex, only not for him but for Udu.
So holding Udu’s cock, her lust feverish, Kasey kneeled over him and took the head of his cock between her lips. The villagers chanting and clapping metamorphosed into a chorus of gasps. Then silence. Kasey felt Udu stiffen, as if he was coming already, but when she rose she saw he was looking at her, horrified. Then Eurasia and the other two women were upon her, pulling her from Udu and the granite slab.
‘What?’ Kasey gasped. ‘What?’
Topknot was on her, slinging her into a fireman’s carry again and loping from the village. When they’d gone some distance into the trees he slid her from his shoulder onto her feet. Kasey tried to question him, but knew it was futile as he didn’t understand English. He knelt before her and she climbed onto his back. He took her home, put her to bed, pulled the sheet to her shoulders, and left.
Chapter XIII
Kasey lay awake late into the night, trying to work out what had happened. In the four nights she’d had sex with Udu she’d never fellated him. Their sessions simply hadn’t evolved that way; he went down on her, and from there he entered her. There just hadn’t been an opportunity.
Now, however, Kasey considered whether it wasn’t a lack of opportunity but a choice of design. Maybe fellatio was illegal? She thought that was ludicrous. But Udu and his villagers were primitives, so who knew what was taboo
and what wasn’t? It just seemed silly given the amount of sex they’d had.
And why had Topknot continued to gesture for it? Or had she misread him? Was he telling her oral sex was prohibited? Were the fingers he put to her lips a gesture of silencing, as in telling her to keep her mouth shut? Was that possible? Had she gotten it all wrong?
When she awoke her head felt clogged, and as if somebody had thrown sand into her eyes. She showered quickly and joined Charles and Roger for breakfast. Afterwards they drove to their next site, where she auto-piloted through the shoot, this time in a safari suit. When evening fell they returned to the house and she dined with Charles and Roger, before retreating to her bedroom.
Where she waited.
But nobody came that night.
The next day proceeded identically, and for the first time since her interactions with Udu had begun Kasey looked toward going home. Matt had booked her in for a two week shoot, and they were almost halfway through that. But she didn’t know how she would survive another eight days - not by herself, with only Charles and his lecherousness for company.
After the shoot, this one under a waterfall, she returned to the house, but dreaded going to her bedroom, which was so empty and quiet. Seeing her restlessness Charles invited her to his parlour, an invitation she would have declined any other time, but which she accepted now.
They played pool and sipped brandy, although Kasey hated the stuff. She wore a pair of safari shorts and a figure-hugging singlet. Just some casual clothes, but Charles kept looking at her as if she was dressed in a string bikini. Peculiarly, Kasey found she didn’t mind the attention, and thought maybe she’d drunk too much.
‘You don’t like me much, do you?’ Charles asked just after they started their first game.
‘I don’t really like or dislike you, Charles,’ she said frankly. She felt a little nauseous, and guessed it was the brandy. The room swayed. The effect reminded her of the incense, but at least the incense allowed her head to remain clear. Maybe it didn’t even do anything. Maybe it was just ceremonial and she used it to justify her behaviour. But she definitely felt on the road to drunkenness now.
‘But you don’t like me.’
‘I’m a very private person. I don’t open up easily.’ The words sounded stupid in her ears, but Kasey forged ahead. ‘I find you very forward sometimes. So I’m... reticent around you.’
‘Reticent?’
‘I guess.’
‘So you don’t hate me.’
‘No, Charles, not at all.’
They continued to play and drink, Kasey beating him the first two games, although she wasn’t sure whether Charles let her win. It didn’t matter, as the pool was such a commonplace pursuit that it reminded her of being home, and took her mind from the jungle outside - and what she was missing.
‘Are you missing Matt?’ Charles asked.
‘Sorry?’
‘Matt. Are you missing him?’
It took Kasey a moment to place who Matt was. ‘Why do you ask?’ she said.
‘You seem distant.’
Kasey thought of Udu, of the hardness of his body against hers, of the way he felt when he was inside her. She felt her singlet coarse against her nipples, and knew she’d unwittingly aroused herself.
‘No, I’m not missing Matt,’ she said.
Charles approached her, put one hand to her cheek. ‘Are you all right?’ he asked. ‘You seem forlorn.’
His hand was so warm that it enflamed her. She thought not only of Udu, but everything, the entire ritual of the night: being taken there by Topknot, the feel of his strength as he carried her; being massaged with the goo and Eurasia’s disdain, a disdain, Kasey thought, born out of jealously; Udu and the way he would rescue her, the way he would go down on her, and fuck her to the brink of orgasm time and time again; the villagers watching, chanting, clapping. It wasn’t just Udu she was missing.
Charles hooked her in an embrace and kissed her. His hands were everywhere. Kasey felt one on her breast, squeezing her nipple through her singlet, the other clutching her buttock. His desperation reminded her of Udu. She felt his erection through his shorts and for a moment she wanted him - or at least wanted his cock.
He span her around, his lips on her neck, his hands slipping under the bodice of her singlet, cupping her breast and roughly distending her nipples. Kasey groaned and swivelled her buttocks against his erection, feeling his cock prod into the small of her back. His right hand slipped into her shorts, into her panties, and found her clit. Kasey hissed sharply and thought of Udu, thought of Matt, and thought of how easily she was giving herself to a man she deplored - and why? Out of desperation? Out of lust?
She pushed away and Charles, to his credit, didn’t pursue her. Her nipples were stiff and swollen and she wanted to feel his lips on them, wanted to feel his fingers sliding into her moistening cunt, wanted to give herself unthinkingly and unquestioningly.
‘I’m sorry,’ she said. ‘I can’t.’
She retreated to her bedroom and sat on the bed, tempted to masturbate. Her body screamed for satisfaction, and she wondered whether she’d become addicted to raw sex. But instead she went into the bathroom and stood under a cold shower until she felt she’d regained some semblance of control. She dried off, then went to bed.
And slept.
Chapter XIV
Sweetness.
Kasey awoke, and there was Topknot, kneeling by the bed. He beckoned to her. She thought about resisting him, about sending him on his way. She could get that across somehow, couldn’t she? But she couldn’t. She wanted to find out what had happened to Udu.
Getting out of bed she climbed onto Topknot’s back and allowed him to bear her to his village. With every step her anxiety grew. This didn’t feel like the other nights. Thoughts came almost confusedly, and she wondered whether it was her apprehension or the brandy.
When they arrived at the village she gasped at what she saw. Udu was bound to the posts, his great black body gleaming in the firelight. He looked to her, and for a moment something flickered across his face - some expression she found irreconcilable.
Then Eurasia and the two other women were on her, guiding her to the courtyard, bringing her to stand before Udu. Kasey didn’t know what they expected of her now that the dynamics had changed. She looked at Eurasia as the two other women withdrew. Eurasia put her hand on Kasey’s shoulder and pushed her down into a kneeling position.
Kasey fell to her knees, and found herself confronted by Udu’s cock swaying ponderously before her face like the trunk of an elephant. Eurasia kneeled before her, as the two other women returned and set the pail down. One of them knelt behind her, and the other on her opposite flank.
As they always had done, the three women took a sponge from the pail and applied it to Kasey’s body. She shuddered and looked at them quizzically. Eurasia nodded her head once in the direction of Udu’s cock, and Kasey understood what they wanted her to do.
She took the powerful stem in one hand and kissed the shaft, kissed his balls, took the head of his cock between her lips. Eurasia and the two other women continued to sponge her with the goo, and Kasey felt the familiar cold transmuting into searing heat encompassing her.
Kasey thrust her lips forward, taking more of Udu’s cock into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around his shaft. He was so large, so much bigger than Matt. She felt she only had half of Udu in her mouth before the head of his cock pressed against the back of her throat.
She gasped and felt the bulbous tip penetrate her throat, as Eurasia thrust the sponge down the valley of her buttocks and round to her pussy. Usually Eurasia kept her contact external, but Kasey felt her finger and thumb, protruding around the sponge, sliding into her pussy and anus. She drew her mouth back from Udu’s cock, balancing the head on her lips, and then Eurasia’s thumb and forefinger wer
e thrusting back inside her. Kasey moaned, and as she did she felt another hand on the back of her head, pushing her forward to swallow Udu once more. The other women’s sponges were everywhere - her breasts, squeezing her nipples, her thighs, her clit, her neck. They had always massaged her, but now she felt as if they were trying to stimulate a response from her.
Kasey focused her attention on Udu’s cock, building up a rhythm that allowed her to accept more and more of him each time she took him into her mouth. She could feel him tremble and stiffen and knew he wasn’t going to last long - not like he did during sex. This was something completely different to him, and he was much more sensitive to it.
She wondered what was happening, what this meant; Udu tied up as she blew him, Eurasia’s thumb and forefinger thrusting into her pussy and ass, but she couldn’t think clearly.
Kasey quickened her pace on Udu’s cock until he hissed and grunted and his entire body tensed. She pulled her mouth clear and wrapped her hand around his shaft, masturbating him furiously even as she tried to push herself to her feet. But Eurasia knotted her hand into the back of Kasey’s hair and held her firm.
Udu ejaculated, the first spurt striking Kasey flush on her cheek as she tried to move aside. Eurasia pulled sharply on her hair, and Kasey cried out just as a second spurt of cum struck her on the upper lip, and a third hit her on the chin. The fourth and final spurt fell limply on her breasts.
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