Suddenly, they entered the clearing. Sandy saw that the huts were circled around a central, massive teepee like structure in the center. Drums beat a mad, pulsing, beat as they lowered her to the ground. One of them held her arms and two more held her legs. A whistle issued from somewhere, and the entire village spilled out to see what was to come next.
Sandy held her breath. Over a dozen of them slid from their tents. The steady beat of the drum was like an executioner's march. She squirmed in thier grip, but it was no use. Finally, after what seemed like hours, he emerged. A massively muscled, scarred, and black as ebony man came forth from the central tent. He limped and carried a staff topped with a human skull. An odd tattoo of a monkey-lizard thing was on his chest.
He gazed around at his people, and then at Sandy. A wicked grin split his face. His limp disappeared. Sandy watched as his cane fell, and he brushed aside his loin cloth. "Now, listen. There are armed men on the boat I'm from, and they'll..." she said as he dropped to his knees between her outstreched legs. He violently tore her bikini bottom from her tanned pelvis, and pressed against her lips with his cockhead.
Sandy squirmed her cunt away from his twitching member. He grinned a stagger-toothed grin. She could smell the undercooked porked and Taro he had eaten. Her massive chest heaved as she pulled against the hands holding her wrists. She gritted her teeth and held her breath as he clamped down on her hips, and lined himself up. She closed her eyes as she felt his cockhead part her outer lips... |