Jenny's African Adventure - Part One

 

By Brummie

 

This story was written in collaboration with a fan and is based on his outline. Many thanks for his imaginative contribution.

 

 

Chapter 1. What's  a Girl Like You doing in a Nice Place Like This.

 

   A hubbub of conversation greeted Special Agent Jenny Richards as she entered the hotel ballroom. This being a soiree arranged by the British Foreign Office for the dignitaries of friendly, and a few unfriendly countries no one was so crass as to turn and blatantly stare at the vision of loveliness as she flowed toward the bar but this didn't preclude the odd admiring sideways glance.

 

   Jenny had been instructed to attend the party by her controller just on a 'watching brief' to see if any of the diplomats were fraternising with any others they shouldn't be. She felt a little embarrassed because her controller had insisted on selecting her attire and the dress he'd picked wouldn't have been her first choice. Or the second or third or fiftieth for that matter. It was something you might see at a film premier designed more to ensure pictures of the young starlet wearing it and her various exposed body parts appeared in the more salacious newspapers and not for her comfort or warmth.

 

   The long powder blue gown reached to the floor which would have covered her lower limbs had it not been for the splits up each side which exposed her supermodel legs to the groin each time she took a step and the material was tight enough so it seemed to be grasping the undulating cheeks of her butt. Her major discomfort however was above the waist. The back of her dress was non-existent so from her bare shoulders all the way down to the very top of her ass, almost revealing a glimpse of plumbers cleavage, was shear naked flesh. The lack of a white tan-line showed the woman was used to sun-bathing topless.

 

   Heads had begun to turn as she passed and slowly the conversation died down. One or two mouths hung open on the men while the women seemed equally split between desire and indignation.

 

  It was a pity that those who saw only her back, which gave ample evidence that the blond was not wearing a bra, missed her front view. The dresses thin shoulder straps were under severe stress being the sole support for two of the most gorgeous spherical breasts. The bodice lovingly cupped each mound as best it could but the shear size and pliancy of each boob meant it couldn't stop them bouncing and jiggling as she walked. In addition the bodice was split down to her navel leaving a monumental amount of vertigo inducing cleavage on display.

 

   The room had almost fallen silent when she reached the bar. Slowly she looked round and all of the faces quickly turned away not wanting to be caught staring. All that is except one. He studied the blond from behind a large pot plant drinking in the fluid movements of her lithe body, the exposed flesh of her back and not least her magnificent dancing tits. His stomach tightened as all sorts of thoughts flooded his mind with the disgusting things he would like to do with her, voluntary or otherwise.

 

   Throughout the evening he kept his distance while surreptitiously watching her. Unusually she seemed to be here on her own but this didn't mean she was short of conversation or drinks. Many men sort out her company no matter how hard their women tried to steer them away from the beguiling blonde. She tended to remain standing as experience had taught her that if she sat down the dress would split leaving her lower limbs completely exposed. Not really the done thing at a British Foreign Office reception.

 

   The evening wore on and with the crowd thinning out he made his move. Seeing the blonde temporarily alone he brushed past her contriving to knock over her drink.

 

   'Oh dear. How dreadfully clumsy of me' he exclaimed his duplicitous nature honed by years in the Diplomatic Corps well hidden behind his smooth exterior. 'I'm so sorry my dear. Please let me replace that for  you.'

 

   Jenny returned his appraising stare seeing what she could only describe as an archetypal attaché. Tall and slim but with greying hair, a small moustache and a bespoke pin stripe suit. It was difficult to determine his age as his skin had a deep tan as if he'd spent some time in a hot climate. At the moment he was poised awaiting her reply smiling and showing perfect white teeth.

 

   'Really that won't be necessary' she said.

 

   'But I insist my dear. I should be chastised for my clumsiness even if it has given me the perfect excuse to introduce myself to the most beautiful woman in the room. My name is Godfrey Mordant, Ambassador currently assigned to the court of King Abelola of Naboombu.

 

   Jenny had heard them all. Every chat-up line by every sleaze-ball ever invented but she couldn't remember being so impressed by an introduction before. She stammered her name in reply and from such a small beginning grew her most deadly and treacherous adventure.

 

   He gallantly took her hand and kissed it. Jenny blushed and very nearly giggled. People in her world didn't kiss hands. 'Now what was your tipple Ms Richards.' Jenny told him and he moved to the bar to order it. On his return they exchanged small talk, he about his experience in Africa and she sipping her drink and selecting snippets from her cover legend.

 

   After ten minutes Jenny drained the last of the drink he'd brought her then thanking him again made her excuses and headed for the exit. Mordant watched her move away then slowly followed. Outside the hotel Jenny stood waiting for a taxi to pass when the first wave of nausea hit her. She swayed slightly and shook her head trying to clear her mind. The cool air of the evening seemed to be having a strange effect on her. A second wave hit her and she would have fallen if a pair of strong arms had not caught her and held her up.

 

   Bleary eyed Jenny stared into the smiling face of Godfrey Mordant. By now her muscles had lost most of their strength and seemed not to be under her direct control. It was only due to Mordant that she stayed upright. Gently he prized her small clutch bag from her fingers. Inside he found a driving licence with her address on it. A cab pulled up and Mordant manhandled the blonde into the back seat.  

 

   As they drove through the night the cab driver stole furtive glances at the pair in the back. The man was the normal sort he transported every day but his companion was another matter. The spectacular blonde was slumped next to him obviously the worse for drink or maybe some sort of recreational drug. Her dress offered very little cover and both of her amazing athletic legs were bared. The cabby had seen almost everything in the back of his taxi at one time or another. He had to wash all manner of bodily fluids from the back seat most nights so it was no surprise when the man started to stroke the blondes left thigh.

 

   Godfrey Morant could barely contain his excitement. One of the most beautiful women he'd ever laid eyes on was semi-comatose next to him and totally at his mercy. He wasn't surprised she'd reacted the way she had given he'd slipped a certain powder in to her drink. The drug was a derivative of Rohipnol developed by Porton Down, the British Chemical Research Laboratory. It still incapacitated its victim and inhibited memory but the difference was this version left the subject conscious but completely susceptible to suggestion and he had quite a few suggestions on his mind.

 

   In his mirror Frank the cabby watched as the man slid closer against the woman. The evenings entertainment was about to start. Mordant slid his hand round the back of her neck and he gently pulled her face towards his. He kissed her. At first it looked like she objected feebly trying to push him away but within seconds she submitted and returned the kiss. As the seconds passed the kiss became more ardent. Frank could plainly see the movement of the blondes cheeks as the man forced his tongue deep into her mouth.

 

   Eventually he surfaced for air leaving the blonde flushed and breathless. Then he spotted Frank staring at them in his mirror. He winked at the cabby then kissing the blonde again slid the bodice of her dress aside until her giant tit flopped out.

 

   Frank's eyes nearly popped from their sockets as the man exposed the blondes magnificent boob to a complete stranger. She didn't seem to care that her tit was uncovered even when Mordant cupped it in his sun-tanned hand. Jenny moaned as he molested her boob moulding the big fleshy sphere, sinking his fingers deep into the mass of tit flesh and pinching and twisting her amazingly big and erect nipple. The blonde seemed oblivious to the cabby watching them making out. She was returning Mordants kiss with interest while he worked on her breast then releasing her lips he dipped his head.

 

   The blonde agent jerked as exquisite pleasure erupted in her breast. Mordant had opened his mouth wide and engulfed the puffy areolas and rubbery nipple. Like a parched man lost in the desert he suckled rhythmically on her fleshy breast as if feeding on her milk. Jenny moaned in time with his sucking then yelped when he gently nipped her engorged nipple between his sharp front teeth.

 

   Suddenly full beam headlights shone into the cabs front windscreen and a horn blew an ear-splitting discordant blast. Frank frantically jerked the steering wheel to the left to avoid the lorry into who's lane they'd drifted. The width of a coat of paint separated cab and lorry as they avoided each other by the narrowest of margins. In the back the two lovers slid sharply across the seat to finish crushed against the side of the cab.

 

   'Have a care fellow' boomed Mordant 'we'd really like to make our destination in one piece don't you know.'

 

   'Sorry gov'ner' replied Frank 'it's just you and the lady was puttin' on quite a show back there.'

 

   'Hmmmm. You're right I suppose. What say you find us a nice quiet spot out of the way of prying eyes and bloody big trucks.'

 

   'Right you are gov'ner' replied the cabby unable to hide the eager excitement in his voice.  

 

   It only took a couple of minutes for Frank to turn into a dirty dingy alleyway behind an unused factory. All the factory windows were broken and graffiti had been scrawled on the walls by local kids. The cab stopped then the internal light came on illuminating the man in the back who was cradling the woman. She was still conscious and softly singing to herself in a childlike voice as if she'd regressed back to a younger age.

 

   She slowly looked down at herself trying to focus then chuckling said 'you can see my bare booby you naughty man you.'

 

   Mordant smiled at her while stripping off his jacket. He gave Jenny a quick hard kiss then knelt on the cab floor at her feet. The floor was filthy but he didn't care. His eagerness to get at the blonde was worth a good suit no matter how much it cost. He flipped her dress aside revealing the smallest white lace thong. His trembling fingers reached for the garment and Jenny squealed as with a tug he ripped them from her loins.

 

   There before his wide eyes nestled the sweetest hairless pussy he'd ever seen. He shuffled forward forcing Jenny's knees wise apart. She giggled again and tried to cover her naked pussy with her hands but Mordant was having none of it. He knocked her hands aside and lowered his mouth to her defenceless vagina. Her fingers gripped his hair trying to pull him away but her feeble efforts were ineffective. Three long slow licks were all it took to transform the blonde from reluctance to wanton compliance. Now her efforts were bent on pulling his mouth harder against her groin.

 

   Mordant would have laughed out loud as the blonde capitulated to his ministrations if his mouth hadn't been otherwise occupied of course. His tongue surged forward forcing Jenny's pussy lips apart and burying itself as deep inside her as he could force it. Her body writhed. He wriggled his snake like tongue tasting her flowing juices. Her girlish amusement had gone to be replaced by a wholly unbridled sexually aroused woman.

 

   She writhed and moaned then cried out when he captured her erect clit and sucked on it. He sucked the hard nubbin between his lips then slashed his tongue across it. Jenny's hips began to rise her orgasm building. Her back straightened and her thighs clamped themselves around his head. He could feel the warmth growing in her loins as he attacked her clit harder and harder with his dexterous tongue.

 

   Jenny Richards gave out an agonised shriek as her climax exploded inside her. Mordant licked her clit again and again milking every last second of exquisite bliss from her astounding body. Frank looked on amazed at what he'd witnessed. Never in all his years as a taxi driver had he seen a sophisticated woman reduced so completely to a shameless scarlet hussy.

 

   Mordant waited a minute then he flipped open the cabs back door and slowly helped Jenny out to stand unsteadily beside the drivers door. Frank rolled down his window to hear the diplomat say 'We should give the cabby a tip don't you think my dear?' 

 

   A befuddled Jenny nodded happily as Mordant pushed her head and shoulders through the open window. In the cab Frank had opened his trousers and dragged out his erect cock. A gentle hand on the back of her head was all that was required because the blonde was co-operating or at least not resisting. Her mouth opened enveloping the cabbies cock head. He luxuriated in the feel of his shaft deep in her warm mouth. He had to admit she knew what she was doing. This definitely wasn't her first time in fact he reckoned she'd had quite a lot of practice to get this good and she must love what she was doing to be this enthusiastic. Jenny swirled her tongue round his helmet tasting the pre-cum and savouring the texture of his skin. Frank dragged aside her dress freeing her other tit and filled his hands with soft pliant breast flesh.

 

   Outside the cab Mordant fished out his own cock then kicking the blondes legs apart took aim and drove it deep into her pussy. Jenny would have cried out if her mouth hadn't been full of cock. Mordants shaft penetrated her time after time. He gripped her hips watching her naked ass ripple every time he entered her. Unable to resist he slapped her butt a couple of times.

 

   Inside the cab Frank pressed down on the blonde head forcing his cock into her throat. She wasn't able to breath until he relented and let her pull back but no matter what he did she kept on sucking.

 

   Mordant quickened his thrusting slamming his hips into the blonde driving his manhood deep into her body. Her internal muscles gripped his cock willing him on to greater heights urging him to fuck her harder.

 

   Frank swore bellowing 'Holy fuck. Take this you cock whore' as he ejaculated covering the blondes tongue and tonsils with his hot sperm. She just kept sucking no matter had much he emptied his balls into her mouth. Even when she'd sucked him dry she kept going until he forced her mouth off his cock with a comical slurping pop.

 

   Godfrey Mordant heard Frank climax and realised Jenny was being given a throat full of gism. The thought kick started his own orgasm. He grunted and shoved hard then released his own flood of sperm filling the blonde to overflowing from the other end.

 

   The men re-dressed Jenny stuffing her tits back into the dress as best they could and Frank drove them to her house. He thanked Mordant effusively and refused to take any money then drove away with the memory of the blondes skilled and agile tongue.

 

   Early the following morning Mordant took a taxi back to the city. He yawned. Like Frank he had a head full of memories not just of the cab ride but of the six hours he'd spent nailing the soporific blonde in every position he could think of. She was as supple as any woman he'd ever used so he managed to bend her into some positions only a trained contortionist would contemplate. Before he'd left Frank had recommended that he try the blondes oral skills and the cabby had been right. She was not only highly proficient but vigorous to boot sucking eagerly and swallowing the results of her efforts without urging. He'd fucked her astonishing tits crushing the soft flesh around his shaft and cum inside her multiple times. The beauty was that she'd orgasmed more than he had and no matter how outrageous or disgusting she seemed amenable to anything he did to her.

 

   Before he left Mordant had rifled through Jenny's clutch bag. He pulled out her phone and stared at it. Silently he swore. Few people would have seen anything but a mobile but he in his position in the Foreign Office recognised it for what it was. It was the type and model issued to operatives of MI6. He'd just screwed a British spy. After a few seconds his heart stopped racing as he remembered the drug and how it blocked short term memory.

 

   Near mid-day just as Godfrey Mordant flew out of the country Jenny awoke with no memory of the previous evening or night. She was puzzled by just one thing. Where the hell had her knickers gone.

 

 

 

Chapter 2. What Do You Expect if You Slug Your Controller.

 

Six months later.

 

   Jenny was fuming. Indignant. Pouting. Bitter. Resentful. Basically really really pissed. Normally she wouldn't be considered for an undercover mission abroad but there had recently been a certain incident. Her controller, Nigel Forrester had convinced her that because of Health and Safety regulations all female agents must have their breasts checked and weighed and he, as her boss was responsible for ensuring that all measurements were accurate. She'd been decidedly sceptical of this. She'd grown used to the plots and schemes to of her fellow agents all of them designed to relieve her of her clothes or perform some sort of perverted act. It was only when Forrester made it an explicit order did she relent.

 

   Any normal agent worth her salt would quickly spot this for the prank it was and politely tell him to 'Go fuck himself' but Jenny had a problem. A psychological problem. Her problem, as many in the department had discovered, rendered her subservient to any eminent person. In other words she had a pathological need to obey authority figures. Royalty, Police, Doctors, Members of Parliament, anyone in a uniform even Boy Scouts, Dentists, Traffic Wardens and Soldiers. And her superior Forrester fell into this category.

 

   Therefore although Jenny was reluctant she'd acceded to his orders and before his astonished eyes stripped off her dress and bra. He had to jam his knuckles into his mouth so he didn't swear out loud but inside his libido was hugging his brain in gratitude. The blonde was spectacular. Her legs were long and athletic while her butt was plump and peach like. But it was her breasts that attracted his gaze. Each large boob was high on her chest, still perky and tipped with huge crinkly areolas. At their centres thick rubbery nipples had begun protruding aroused by her nakedness in front of her boss.

 

   The tape measure was cold and Forrester's fingers trembled as he circled the blondes chest. As ordered her arms were stretched out to the sides at shoulder height. He made certain the tape passed directly over her nipples and she fidgeted and her cheeks flushed as he made adjustment after adjustment so his fingers brushed her tits and flicked her nipples.

 

   Nigel could hardly believe that the blonde could be so naive. How the hell did she survive as an agent and a very successful one at that. He decided to push his luck and he ordered her to pose in different positions. His favourite was when she bent forwards with her arms behind her back. Not only did her mammoth tits swing and sway below her torso but her tiny cotton panties stretched tight across her ass.

 

   Surely she must become suspicious soon so he announced the measuring was complete and he just had to do the weighing. Jenny was starting to have doubts that this was a legitimate Health and Safety requirement but she still timidly acquiesced to his demand that she stand to attention with her arms by her sides.

 

   Nigel stood behind her and slowly reached round. Jenny trembled as his hands, fingers spread, cupped her massive tits. He'd never felt anything like it. He luxuriated in the soft warm velvet feel of her flesh while she revelled in the sensation of his touch. Having spent five minutes gently fondling and palpitating the blondes giant mammaries he began bouncing each boob. The blonde agent froze as her boss spanked the base of each of her tits so they flew upward then slapped back on her torso. She was beginning to have serious doubts about the voracity of this directive although her objections fled from her mind when he twirled her nipples. Small mewling noises escaped her throat when he pulled on her nipples stretching her tits out into cone shapes. His erect cock pressed between her jiggling butt cheeks.

 

   Jenny stood quivering as her boss molested her breasts. Her pussy had begun to throb when she felt his hand dive down and insert itself in the front of her panties. A finger gently rubbed her erect peanut sized clit.

 

   Over confidence was his downfall. This was too much and even someone as trusting as Jenny couldn't fail to smell a rat. It suddenly occurred to her that this would be the third breast measuring and weighing this year. She gripped his wrists and pushed his molesting hands away from her boobs and pussy then turning with all of her training she hit him with a single right hook laying him unconscious on the floor.

 

   So here she sat arms folded across her chest at a plain desk in MI6 headquarters being briefed.

 

   The mission was in the African country of Naboombu. A tiny state in the interior that had yet to enter the nineteenth century let alone the twenty first. It was hot, steamy hot, almost roadless, large parts were lawless and don't mention the toilet habits. The King, Abelola had ascended the throne by the simple expedient of assassinating his own father. This was the normal practice in the region and much approved of by the populace. Then he'd appropriated as much of the countries wealth as his Military could get their hands on and built himself a fortified Palace.

 

   For some reason he'd taken a shine to the British so he'd allowed them a small consulate and they'd supported the homicidal maniac with armaments and Military 'advisors'. Dispute their blood covered past in Africa Britain did try to steer friendly nations away from genocide but in this case there was a very good reason they turned a blind eye to the Kings actions.

 

   The whole fucking country was floating on a sea of oil.

 

 

Chapter 3. Welcome to Naboombu.

 

   Jenny flew out of Heathrow to the International Airport nearest to Naboombu. During the flight she studied her legend, the details of her undercover role. She was travelling under the pseudonym Jenny Munro to take the place of the current secretary to the ambassador, Godfrey Mordant. For some reason the name rang a bell for Jenny but for the life of her she couldn't place him. Her mission was to investigate the members of the oil contract negotiating team. There were rumours that a foreign power was trying to horn in on the contract and one or more of the Consulate staff were in their pay. This included the Ambassador so no-one at the consulate had been told she was an MI6 agent. At first she was going to go as a reporter but some bright spark pointed out that the relationship between a Military Dictatorship and reporters was akin to that of a lion and a lamb. Only one of them got eaten and it was rarely the lion. From Abuja in Nigeria she boarded possibly the oldest most rickety light aircraft in the whole of Africa. It flew east the four hundred miles to the tiny state so small it didn't usually show on most maps and landed on a dirt airstrip burnt, hacked and bulldozed from the forest.

 

   As soon as Jenny alighted she felt the change in atmosphere. Not the air temperature which was humid and sweltering but the mood of the people she saw. Soldiers swaggered around brandishing not just British armaments but other weapons sourced from almost every arms producing country in the world. Other people including the few passengers and airport workers moved as if afraid. Their eyes were shifty, watchful and downcast and they avoided the troops like the plague. The blonde agent carried her own suitcase because as soon as she was clear the aircraft she'd arrived on turned and took to the air anxious to leave this place as quickly as possible.

 

   The arrival lounge was a large hut with one door in and one out, a large table in the centre and an office at one end. Two soldier slouched smoking roll-ups near the exit watching with cold eyes. Behind the desk stood an official. He gestured impatiently for Jenny to put her case on the table which she did. Swiftly he rummaged through her belongings quickly becoming more and more annoyed. Before she'd flown out she'd been told that Naboombu was as corrupt as any country in Africa and airport officials augmented their meagre income by appropriating any item that took their fancy from incoming travellers. What she should have done was leave an expensive camera or watch in her case but she decided that bringing only the bare necessities would be better. How wrong could you be.

 

   Finding nothing worth stealing the official signalled to the two soldiers who indolently levered themselves upright and walked round the table smiling. They grabbed Jenny by the arms and no matter how much she complained roughly shoved her toward the office. For some reason she noticed the insignia on their uniforms. The shorter soldier was a Sergeant while the taller was a Private. The taller of the two closed the door and leaned back against it. The inside of the office didn't bode well for her. It had been designed to scare the shit out of any one dragged inside and it was working on the young blonde. In the centre was a large solid desk and plain wooden chair. This wasn't the scary bit. Every other item in the room was. Shackles hung on the wall, chains hung down from thick rafters again with cuffs on the end this time leather. A wooden saw horse stood in one corner in the other a closed cupboard.

 

   Jenny stammered 'Is there a problem gentlemen?'

 

   The use of the word gentlemen seemed to amuse them. Laughing and in atrocious English the shorter soldier replied shrugging 'You no pay Entry Tax.'

 

   Taking out her purse the blonde offered the few dollars she had. He stared at the crumpled notes and said 'More.'

 

   'I'm sorry that's all I have' she replied pleading.

 

   The men exchanged knowing glances and comments in the local dialect. 'Not all' he said his gaze panning up and down her figure. She looked quite sophisticated for once wearing sensible clothes. A plain white shirt, slacks and flat shoes, no make-up, her hair worn up and big sun-glasses currently raised to sit atop her forehead made her look a little like a blonde Audrey Hepburn with monster tits.

 

   Moving to the cupboard the soldier opened it wide allowing Jenny to see inside, Her heart nearly stopped. Each shelf held an assortment of whips, cuffs, gags, hoods and other items of restraint or torture she couldn't identify. But it was the item on the bottom shelf that caused her to gasp. The battery looked like it came from a heavy truck and the two wires trailing from its terminals through a transformer ended in industrial sized crocodile clips.

 

   Reaching in the soldier took out a short whip. Jenny recognised it as a Sjambok, a vicious implement made from Rhino hide. 'You strip' he demanded slamming the Sjambok down on the desk.

 

   Jenny looked at the gouge left in the wood appalled. The whip would easily remove flesh from bone. In other circumstances she would have argued and pleaded but the Sjambok was a powerful incentive. Her fingers trembled as reluctantly she undid the buttons on her shirt one by one starting at the bottom. She hesitated at the final one until the Sergeant raised his arm. She opened the last button and slid the shirt off. Not surprisingly both men perked up as the blondes well packed bra was revealed. The British agent stood petrified until the Sergeant gestured again.

 

   Jenny felt sick. From her experience there was only one way this was going to end. She had lost count of the number of times she'd been strip searched at airports, both inward and outward bound, military establishments, Police Stations, on prison visits and on one occasion a visit to the zoo. If there had been just one soldier she might have taken a chance but the taller Private blocking the door was armed and because of her naked flesh fully alert.

 

   Her slacks dropped and she stepped out of them. Bending, giving the men a fine view of her ass she picked them up and placed them on the chair with her shirt. There was no point stopping. It would just delay the inevitable. Reaching up between her shoulder blades she flipped open the bra and shrugged it off. The smiles on the men's faces grew wider at the sight of the blondes magnificent breasts. Seconds later her panties hit the chair.

 

   The British agent stood with an arm covering, as best it could, her breasts while her other hand covered her pussy.

 

   Stepping forward the Sergeant used the Sjambok to knock Jenny's arms to her sides exposing her super-model body to their lascivious gaze. Standing close enough for her to smell his evil breath he cupped her left tit. Jenny grimaced but remained motionless allowing the soldier to molest her giant breast. He seemed mesmerised by the texture and weight of the pillowy sphere as he sunk his fingers deep into the fleshy orb.

 

   Jenny yelped as he pinched her nipple hard. This amused him and his colleague greatly so he did it again making her jerk once more. Eventually having tired of abusing her tits he placed the Sjambok on her shoulder and said 'On your knees. Whore.'

 

   The blonde had little option so slowly she dropped to kneel before the Sergeant She knew exactly what was coming and he didn't disappoint her. He unbuttoned his trousers and fished out his semi-hard black cock. 'Now you pay Entry Tax.' A couple of pumps with his fist were all that was needed to bring it to it's fully engorged state then he jammed it against Jenny's full pink lips. She resisted for a few seconds but he wasn't to be denied. She knew if she defied him too much he'd just use the whip. Her lips parted and his long black cock surged inside.

 

   He wasn't gentle. He hooked the whip round the back of her head and forced her to take almost the entire length of his cock deep in her mouth. She choked as he blocked her throat with his plumb sized helmet before drawing back. 'Suck puta' he rasped forcing the blonde to bob her head and use her lips and tongue to wetly slurp on his cock.

 

   The Sergeant withdrew his member. Jenny was pathetically grateful until she felt it pressing back at her lips. Resigned to her fate she opened her mouth allowing it to re-enter. It was only when she looked up did she realise the cock she was sucking belonged to the Private. He laughed when he saw she'd realised then like the Sergeant before him forced his cock deep into the grudging blondes throat.

 

   They tormented the kneeling woman taking turns fucking her face until tears ran down her cheeks. Jenny's suffering went on and on as each man used her mouth then gave way to his compatriot so he could cool his ardour. Back and forth they went in turn each finding huge pleasure in degrading not only a foreigner but also a supremely beautiful one. They also felt excitement at the expectation because the blonde thought sucking their cocks to climax was all they would demand when in fact they fully intended to bend her over the table and violate every other orifice in her body once she'd completed her oral duties.

 

   The inevitable point arrived when neither soldier could hold back his climax any longer. Suddenly Jenny felt her head gripped by the hair and pulled viciously back. Her mouth flew open and to her utter shock both men forced their cock heads between her lips. A couple of tugs on their shafts and as one they orgasmed. Rope after rope of sperm jetted into the back of her throat. A double blast of sperm threatened to choke her. In desperation she forced herself to swallow the flat milky gism. The soldiers smirked as they emptied their balls into the defenceless woman then they backed off releasing her from their grip.

 

   Jenny had slumped to the floor retching when the door to the office / torture chamber opened. On seeing who entered both soldiers frantically stuffed their cocks back into their pants, stood to attention and saluted. The blonde looked up to see a positive bull of a man. Short and stocky with brawny shoulders, huge stranglers hands that looked like they could crack walnuts and a bald head. His uniform had the insignia of a full Colonel. Staring at the scene he'd walked in on he gave the Sergeant a hard disapproving stare. Most people would assume that he disapproved of the soldiers abuse of the blonde agent when in fact he was pissed because they'd started without him.

 

   He barked an order and the two soldiers dragged a struggling Jenny toward the hanging chains. Swiftly they locked the leather cuffs round her wrists then pulled the chain through the block and tackle until her body was suspended with her toes barely touching the floor. Another word from the Officer and the soldiers exited closing the door behind them. In the silence he turned to gaze at the bound blondes naked body.

 

   Languidly the Colonel walked around the hanging blonde his small piggy eyes carefully studying her amazing figure. Once he again stood facing her he spoke. 'My name is Strang, Colonel Strang of the Naboombu Secret Police. I will be your interrogator today. I'd like to thank you for choosing Naboombu for your inquisition needs and hope you will recommend us to your family and friends.' He laughed finding his gallows humour funny but Jenny just remained silent staring defiantly back at him. 'This ... inquisition ...' he seemed to taste the word as he said it ' ... will go badly for you if you fail to answer my questions. I'm sure you can see there are many ... implements ... at my disposal for loosening your lying foreign tongue.'

 

   The naked British agent finally gasped out 'What the hell do you think you're doing you bastard. What gives you the right to treat visitors to your country this way?'

 

   He stared hard in to her blue eyes then turned and picked up the Sjambok and laid it across her breasts. In a deep menacing rasp he spoke. 'It is I who will ask the questions. If you speak without my say so ... well I'm sure you understand the consequences. Do I make myself clear?'

 

   Jenny wasn't exactly a rocket scientist but even she recognised the trap. If she'd answered the question, even with a simple 'Yes' the rhino hide whip would have slashed down leaving a bloody stripe across her tits. She nodded.

 

  He raised his free hand to clutch her left breast. Even his giant paw failed to enclose the whole of Jenny's gigantic fleshy mammary. As he caressed her breast he whispered in her ear 'You and I are going to become intimately acquainted ... very ... intimately ... acquainted.' 

 

   Smiling like a shark spotting a surfer the Colonel said 'Good. Then we will begin. You are a spy. Yes?'

 

   Jenny opened her mouth to protest but just in time she caught herself and snapped her mouth closed.

 

   'You may answer British spy.'

 

   Jenny wasn't a good liar and unfortunately she actually was a spy but she was able to deny it for now.

 

   'I'm not a British spy' she replied vehemently.

 

   'Oh you spy for another country?'

 

   'No.'

 

   'But you are a spy?'

 

   'No I am not.'

 

   'You come to our country to ferment revolt.'

 

   'I do not come to ferment anything.'

 

   'You wish to kill the King.'

 

   'No I don't.'

 

   The relentless examination went on and on. Each question was now accompanied by some form of sexual indignity. He gripped her breasts sometimes one other times both slapping them together or sinking his fingers deep into the pliant mounds, he grabbed or spanked her ass. He cupped her pussy and ultimately slid a thick finger deep inside her. Jenny was beginning to worry. She could endure any amount of degrading treatment but Strang's frustration was growing and could soon turn to violence maybe even the Sjambok.

 

   Eventually the Colonel studied her face staring deeply into her eyes as if he could see right into her soul. He had to admit that using the current methods, which would have reduced most women to a weeping begging mess, were not going to work on the blonde. She seemed determined to defy him which only served to convince him even more that she was a professional.

 

   'I see. Well as you refuse to confess your crimes I think some extra persuasion is called for.

 

   Jenny struggled to turn so she could see what the Colonel was doing. From the cupboard he took out the truck battery. To most people it would have been an insurmountable weight but he had the strength of a small gorilla and hefted it's bulk onto the desktop with apparent ease. He spent a minute effing and blinding untangling the electrical wires that seemed to have knotted themselves like MP3 headphones then approached the defenceless blonde.

 

   He smirked at her wide eyed fear then raising his plate sized hand he spanked her left tit. He did it again hard enough to make her gasp. Jenny's breast turned pink and her areola darkened and puffed up. He slapped her tit again and again not because he needed to but because he enjoyed doing it watching the magnificent globe disfigure and tremble and even more he enjoyed the pained expression on the face of his victim. Hit slapped her magnificent boob from left and right, above and below until the entire globe turned a throbbing hot pink.

 

   Finally he stopped. Jenny was breathing hard through her nose. She'd decided that she wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of hearing her cry out or worse beg for mercy so she ground her teeth together as he abused her. She expected him to start on her other boob but he didn't. He gripped the nipple on her abused tit and stretched it out as far as her skin would allow then opening the crocodile clip he positioned it just inside his thumb and released it. The heavy spring snapped the jaws together driving the teeth into her breast.

 

   The suspended blonde agent shuddered as the pain exploded in the peak of her breast. The teeth weren't too big but they were sharp and easily penetrated her dimpled areola. Now he started to repeat the treatment on her other boob leaving it red, hot and tender with a second clip biting into her soft skin. Studying his handy work he gripped the electrical cables just below the metal clips and pulled. Jenny cried out 'Sweet Jesus' as her entire body bowed towards the laughing Colonel. She was utterly powerless to stop him as he jerked her left and right dragging her suspended body by her trapped tits. Eventually he left her swinging, miserable and moaning.

 

   'Now. Let us begin once more. You are a spy, yes?'

 

   Her wrists were beginning to hurt, her breasts burning and the teeth on the clips were making it feel like her nipples had been cut off but defiance still blazed in her eyes.

 

   Slowly she gasped 'No I am not a sp...'

 

   Before she could finish Colonel Strang clicked the knob on the transformer to position number one. It could go as high as twelve.

 

   Jenny let out a soft 'Nnnnnggg' as she felt the buzz in her breasts.

 

   Strang watched her then cut off the current. 'You are an agent of MI6 aren't you?' Jenny didn't even manage to deny it before he turned the knob to number two. The pleasure of the number one setting was replaced by the unpleasant pain of the number two. Her body jerked as the electricity coursed through her tits dragging an agonised moan from her throat. He watched her twitching body for thirty seconds then returned the knob to zero.

 

   How much longer could she hold out. How much torture could she endure before she admitted that he was right. Had he somehow found out she was a spy, had someone told him or was this treatment par for the course for any suspicious visitors to the country. She tried to remember her training. How they'd taught her techniques for resisting simple pain. If he'd been using drugs like Scopolamine then that would be different but pain could be endured.

 

   Not giving her chance to gather her resolve Strang flipped the switch to number three. Her whole body spasmed as the current surged through her abused breasts.

 

   Suddenly the door burst open and a furious Godfrey Mordant stomped in. He confronted the Colonel and began to shout at him in the local dialect. But Strang wasn't to be kow-tow'd by this foreigner and no matter what the British Ambassador said it was met by a flat negative.

 

   The two men continued to argue. Unfortunately behind them Jenny was in torment. The fierce current was causing her pectoral muscles to go into spasm. This caused her breasts which by now were covered by a lattice of dark blue veins to jump. This in turn made the electric wires swing like two skipping ropes. The rest of the blondes body was giving a fair impression of someone suffering from St. Vitus Dance causing her to jerk and shudder uncontrollably.

 

   Through the haze of pain Jenny heard Mordant utter a sentence ending with the only word she'd been able to understand 'Abelola'. This seemed to do the trick as Strang reluctantly backed down. With an muttered curse he stalked out.

 

   As quick as he could Mordant switched off the transformer then carefully removed the two crocodile clips from the blonde agents breasts. She still moaned as the teeth were extracted from her sensitive flesh. Next he undid the leather cuffs holding her wrists and caught her body as she slumped into his arms. Moving her clothes from the office chair he sat her down then draped her shirt round her shoulders. Kneeling beside her he whispered 'Can you dress yourself?'

 

  Suddenly Jenny threw her arms round his neck and buried her face in the crook of his shoulder. He could feel her body trembling so held her tight. Eventually she released him saying 'Thank You.'

 

   'You're welcome' he replied 'I'll wait for you next door. Take as long as you need.'

 

   In her bag Jenny had a tube of Professor Q's healing cream. She smeared it on her injured nipples sighing as the numbing agent killed the aching pain then dressed herself. Inside Jenny felt relieved that he'd arrived when he did to rescue her. Colonel Strang didn't seem the sort to stop until he got what he wanted even if his prisoner ultimately died screaming. She shuddered at the thought of how her interrogation might have finished.

 

   Outside the office the Ambassador greeted her. She smiled at him taking his arm feeling almost as if he was her father and she his daughter. If she hadn't before she certainly trusted him implicitly now.

 

   Mordants feelings were entirely different. He felt fear, trepidation and apprehension. In the office the blonde had been a mess her face smeared with tears and covered by wisps of blonde hair. As soon as she came out of the office he'd realised who she was. He'd been told she was Jenny Munro a new secretary but he knew she was Jenny Richards an MI6 agent. The fact that he hadn't been informed of her mission meant she must be here to investigate him as well as his team. His diplomats poker face served him well keeping his misgivings out of his smiling expression. Together they walked to his car.

 

   During the journey back to the Capitol and the Consulate they exchanged few words. Jenny because she was still traumatised by her encounter with Strang and he because his brain was working overtime trying to decide if all of his carefully laid plans were in jeopardy or whether the blondes appearance could be turned to his advantage. As they bumped over the dirt track road through little more than shanty towns his mood gradually lightened. A plan had come to him, a plan so cunning that it could have been thought of by a fox who was professor of cunning at Oxford University. It meant that Mordant's paymasters would be awarded the contract and not the British Government.

 

   Unfortunately it would mean sacrificing the blonde.

 

 

Chapter 4. Cleanliness is Next to Deadliness.

 

   British Embassies and Consulates around the world always reflect the power and prestige of the Mother country. Large Georgian edifices or massive mansions filled with staff from the Ambassador down through myriad Attache's, Secretaries, Under Secretaries, Personal Assistants, typists and dogs bodies. But Naboombu was different. The Capitol barely had a hundred brick and stone buildings. The British Consulate was at least in one of the better ones, donated by the King, but the staff consisted of Mordant, his P.A., a disreputable looking local called Michael Busa, an Under Secretary and now Jenny.

 

   The country was destitute with it's agricultural economy barely keeping it's citizens alive. The King however had managed to finance a small army, their arms and equipment such as weapons, trucks and jeeps by the simple expedient of borrowing money secured against future oil revenues.

 

   The contract to provide the equipment, technical expertise and oil workers was being negotiated directly with the king himself. Jenny was to accompany Mordant when he was granted an audience with the King. In the meantime she set about her mission trying to discover if anybody in the Consulate was taking back-handers or working against the British interests. With no spying equipment or technology the blonde agent had to rely on the old methods. Listening on extensions to phone calls, searching desks or briefcases, reading correspondence if left alone and just generally keeping her eyes open for suspicious behaviour.

 

   It was on the third day that Mordant called Jenny in to his office. 'I want you to accompany me to my next meeting with King Abelola' he said. The blonde had been expecting this so she just nodded her agreement. 'There is, however, a small problem.'

 

   Jenny peered at him confused. 'Sir?'

 

   'Yes. The Kingdom of Naboombu is still very much run under tribal law. Obviously the King is the head of his tribe and one of their most sacred laws states that all females in his presence must be certified 'clean'.

 

   'Clean Sir. You mean washed?'

 

   'No Miss Munro. I mean clean in spirit and mind.'

 

   'Err ... ' began Jenny intelligently.

 

   Mordant held up his hands forestalling her question. 'Don't fret Miss Munro, the 'cleansing' is a simple ceremony conducted by a local Witch Doctor or Shaman. I'll take you along this afternoon and then we can brief you for the meeting.'

 

   Jenny nodded and went back to her desk. Mordant watched her back then smirked. 'Yes Miss MI6 but there are ceremonies and then there are ceremonies.'

 

   They drove for twenty minutes deep into the forest until a small clearing appeared. An ancient rickety mud hut sat at it's centre with a doorway so low they had to bend double to get through it. Inside was dim and musky as if it had recently been used to house animals but at least there was matting covering the dirt floor. Burning candles added smoke to the general fug while giving precious little light in return.

 

   Jenny and Mordant found three people waiting for them. Two were women, dressed in sparse grass skirts and nothing else. Their dark brown bodies glistened in the candle light and their pendulous bared breasts sported large jet black nipples. The third person had his back to the them. Slowly he turned.

 

   The blonde agent nearly took a step back. The man's body was even blacker than the women's. Jenny could easily see he was a man because his impressive genitals were in full view. His body was adorned with stripes of brightly coloured paint and he held some sort of long pole covered with native carvings and tied with animal hair. But it was his face that had given her a fright. He wore a mask painted with fierce angry eyes and even fiercer teeth. Mordant introduced him as Doctor Mbeki.

 

   The ceremony began when the women took Jenny's arms and guided her to stand in the dead centre of the hut. They stood back to allow the Witchdoctor to begin chanting and dancing round the bemused blonde. He shook his stick in her face then close to her breasts. He seemed to find something that upset him so as if to confirm his suspicions he shook his stick at the blondes tits again. Moving on down her body he stopped once more at her hips. He grunted and shook his stick angrily then turned to Mordant.

 

   Jenny stood waiting patiently as the two men spoke in the local dialect. The Witchdoctor was becoming more and more agitated as the conversation went on. Eventually it seemed from his body language that he was refusing something and the ceremony was over. Turning his back he returned to his original position

 

   Mordant sighed then told Jenny what the Shaman had said. 'I'm sorry my dear but the good Doctor says your spirit is ... to put it mildly tainted. He has declared you 'unclean' which means you will never be allowed to meet the King. Unfortunately this also means you can't do your job so will have to return to jolly old blighty.'

 

   The blonde agent was downcast. It appeared her mission had come to a grinding stop and she was to be forced to return home with her tail between her legs, a failure. 'But what do you mean 'tainted'' she asked.

 

   The Ambassador coughed delicately and replied sheepishly 'I was paraphrasing to spare your sensibilities my dear. What he actually said was ... well better described as ... erm ... what he said was your spirit ... err ... and your body apparently were ... corrupt. In fact he said you had been 'corrupted' by many people on many occasions. Many, many occasions' Mordant was in full flow now. 'He said he'd never come across a more perverted and deviant 'spirit' in all his days.'

 

   Jenny blushed. How the Witch Doctor knew she couldn't fathom but to be fair he'd hit the nail on the head. The big boobed blonde had enjoyed the company of many lovers both male and female. Add these to all the nut jobs, wackos, villains, gangsters and felons that had violated her body and she wasn't surprised her 'spirit' was corrupt.

 

   'Isn't there anything we can do Sir. No extra special cleansing for really difficult cases?'

 

   Mordant thought for a few seconds then replied 'Look I'll ask the Doc but don't get your hopes up.'

 

   The men conversed quietly while the two bare breasted black women jealously perused the blondes splendid body. Mordant returned to Jenny's side. 'Well there's good news and then there's the bad. Which do you want first?'

 

   'The good.'

 

   'The Witchdoctor says there is an ancient ritual that might work. It is quite long and complicated but he's willing to perform it if you promise to do exactly as he demands. If you refuse any order or fail to follow his instructions to the letter you will remain 'unclean'. '

 

   'Do you think he's telling the truth?' asked Jenny suspiciously. 'I mean do you trust him?'

 

   'I have no reason to distrust him. I can't see any reason why he would want to lie. He has been paid for his services after all, a whole goat.'

 

   'O.K. So what's the bad news?'

 

   Mordant coughed sheepishly 'The ceremony is designed to rid your spirit of your previous sexual excesses so the procedure tends to concentrate on your erogenous zones. Also there may be certain ... parts of the rite that you might find objectionable, even disagreeable.'

 

   The blonde agent weighed up the alternatives. Either go home in disgrace or take part in this weird ceremony which she had to admit was beginning to intrigue her. She didn't really have a choice and he was only going to shake his stick at her bosom so that wasn't too bad. 'Is that all?'

 

   'Err ... no. I'm so sorry but you will also ... err ... need to ... err ... be ... err. You must be naked. Completely naked.'

 

   'Naked?' exclaimed the shocked blonde.

 

   Mordant could only shrug.

 

   'And what about you?' the blonde enquired suspiciously.

 

   'W ... w ... well' he stammered 'I have to ... err ... translate ... err sorry.'

 

   Jenny stared hard at him as she mused 'Hmmmm ... thought so. Bloody men.' But she was caught between a rock and a hard place with little option. With resigned sigh she slipped out of her shirt and slacks and placed them on a crudely made stool. The four people openly watched as the blonde stripped off her bra, panties and shoes while she thought 'Hells bells, here we go again. Stark bollock naked again. Why does it always happen to me?'

 

   With her chin and chest jutting out she walked defiantly to the centre of the hut once more and turned to face Mordant. The Ambassador stared back at the magnificent softly tanned body he remembered so well from London. The same body he'd had repeated carnal knowledge of and that Frank the taxi driver had probably described in intimate detail to every other cabby in the city. The hut was silent then the spell was suddenly broken by a cough from Jenny.'When you're ready' she said indignantly.

 

   The Witchdoctor once more danced round the naked blonde shaking his stick but in her current condition she now saw that it wasn't the only thing that was quivering. His prodigious cock was doing a dance of its own. Having completed a full circle he grunted an instruction. One of the women stepped forward and presented a small wooden bowl to Jenny.

 

   'What's this' she asked dubiously.

 

   'It's just milk' replied Mordant. 'The cow is sacred here so the milk is said to purify the inner self.'

 

   Still sceptical Jenny hesitated then tasted the milky liquid. It tasted just like milk so she drained the bowl.

 

   Doctor Mbeki danced around her chanting once more then uttered something to Jenny. She raised an eyebrow at Mordant who said 'the Doc says that's a good start but now he will 'cleanse' your ... err ... upper body.'

 

   The women came forward each holding wooden bowls. Jenny could see they contained a thick clear liquid which with much chanting and ceremony they poured over her upper chest. The fluid slowly seeped down over her giant breasts. The women stepped in and using two hands each began to massage both slick and slippery tits.

 

   Warmth began to fill the blondes boobs and loins half caused by the women fondling her soft pliant flesh and half by the aphrodisiac that had been in the milk. The women attacked Jenny's breasts sinking their fingers into her mammaries drawing soft moans from deep in her chest. Their black fingers contrasted with the soft caramel of the blondes skin. Jenny writhed as her nipples were twirled and pulled until a grunt from the Witchdoctor sent the women back. The blonde agent stood trembling as he placed his staff on the ground and seized her warm breasts in his hands. He treated them like a farmer treats the teats of a particularly truculent cow. Jenny tried to prize his hands off her by seizing his wrists but he was too strong. Her tits slapped together causing her to yelp. He did it again and again so it sounded like a round of applauds. Jenny moaned because the pain filling her tits was beginning to feel more and more like pleasure. Thick strong black fingers and thumbs gripped the peaks of her tits. This time Jenny was forced to cry out as the Witchdoctor stretched her tits upwards until she was up on tip toe.       

 

   He released her abused breasts and Jenny slumped to her knees rubbing her burning boobs. Mordant stooped down next to her and whispered in her ear 'I'm really sorry my dear but I did say parts of the ceremony may be unpleasant.'

 

   The blonde looked at him angrily. 'You didn't mention aggravated assault.'

 

   'I know it seems harsh to you and I but it's just their way. The tribal laws are very strict and it's common for these people to use pain to cleanse an applicant. Think yourself lucky I managed to talk them out of piercing your nose with a bone, and all the other body parts they routinely perforate. You could still end up with pierced nipples if you're not careful. Now prepare yourself the next part is ... well you'll see. Just grin and think of England.'

 

   Mordant translated the new order from the Witchdoctor as 'stand ready, arms raised above head facing away.'

 

   One of the women approached Jenny as she posed as if suspended by he wrists and proffered another bowl of milk which the unsuspecting blonde drank greedily. Her body was beginning to fizz as the hidden aphrodisiac fired up her nerve endings.

 

   The flogger slapped gently into Jenny's back. She jerked but mostly from surprise. The feel was not unpleasant. The second woman aimed lower. Jenny's amazing butt shuddered as the leather strips hit her ass. Slowly and rhythmically the whips turned the blondes back, ass and thighs a warm pink. Her eyes were closed, her tongue peeped out between her full lips. She didn't appear to be finding the flagellation all that unpleasant.

 

   A barked order stopped the punishment after fifty strokes. 'Turn' said Mordant.

 

   The blonde agent slowly turned to face the Ambassador He would have sworn her expression was one of rapture as if the soft flogging had mesmerised her.

 

   Suddenly Jenny let out a deep groan. Both black women had co-ordinated their stroke and brought their floggers down on the blondes breasts. She shuddered as the combined sex drug and stinging lash on her sensitised breasts sent an erotic spasm through her whole body. They worked on her tits thrashing the giant spheres making them shake and jiggle as the leather turned them warm then hot pink. The blonde was moaning constantly now. Her flesh felt like it was on fire. The drug had permeated throughout her body inflaming her nerve endings. Each blow, harder now, exploded on her febrile fleshy tits.

 

   The whips started to march slowly down the blondes body. Her washboard stomach turned pink, then her lower abdomen as they headed for their inevitable target. The black women hesitated. Jenny held her breath. Then to the amazement of the two men and the two women the blonde, her arms still held above her head slowly spread her legs until her ankles were three feet apart. The women checked with Mordant. He nodded.

 

   The scream of pure joy split the air as the first leather strips landed directly on Jenny's hairless pussy. Her mouth stayed open emitting gasps of exquisite agony. The black women quickened their pace. Like railmen driving a spike with synchronized hammer blows they flogged the blondes pussy. Jenny's hips pressed forward as if inviting the women to whip her most sensitive place. Her pubis turned pink then red, her pussy lips became engorged, her clit peaked out. Her orgasm built within her loins. Leather lashed her cunt until the giant boobed blonde agent suddenly went rigid then with a deep moan she shuddered and collapsed to her knees her hand between her legs vigorously rubbing her clit extending her climax so the major spasm was followed by a stream of smaller aftershocks.

 

   The Witchdoctor looked uncertainly at Mordant who gestured he should continue with their plan. Stepping forward the black man stood within inches of the blonde agent. She looked up and there right in front of her face was a ten inch black cock. The aphrodisiac still coursed through her veins so the sight of this majestic member made her insides jump and like Pavlov's dog forced saliva to collect in her mouth. Slowly she reached up and reverently wrapped both her hands round the man's shaft. It still left three inches sticking out. She could feel the blood pouring into his member as it hardened in her grasp. Her brain wasn't in control any more. Her pink tongue poked out and she slowly licked the dark brown helmet.

 

   'Holy shit' exclaimed the native shaman in an English accent. The kneeling blonde was so enamoured by the awesome penis she failed to notice the incongruity. Opening her mouth she engulfed the large brown helmet. She didn't suck at first just savoured the taste and texture of him by slowly swirling her tongue round and round his sensitive glands while at the same time massaging the shaft in her small hands.

 

   He couldn't help himself. He had to feel the full gamut of her oral skills so he pushed his hips forward sliding is cock deep into her warm moist mouth. The big boobed blonde took the hint and began bobbing her head vigorously sucking on the black man's phallus. The hut filled with wet slurping sounds as the blondes saliva coated his member. He luxuriated in the feel of her soft lips and rasping tongue for five minutes then he nodded to the two women.

 

   Together Grace and Winifred, so called because of visiting Christian missionaries, grabbed Jenny's arms and dragged her off the Witch Doctor. The blonde murmured her dismay as with a comical popping sound the black cock slipped from between her lips. Hauling her backwards the women practically threw her on to a rough table pinning her down with her hips balanced on the edge. Holding her probably wasn't necessary but it added to the excitement. With no hesitation or consideration for the blondes desires the Shaman forced her legs apart exposing her pussy and mercilessly drove his granite hard cock deep into her body.

 

   Had the women not been holding on to her Jenny may have toppled from the table. Her body virtually erupted when the black man's prodigious member plunged all the way into her moist womanhood. Gripping her hips with strong hands he pounded the helplessly moaning blonde. The dose of aphrodisiac they'd given her would have turned a rhino into a depraved sex maniac so Jenny was desperate for the Shaman to fuck her as hard as he could. She even shouted out encouraging him to greater efforts.

 

   Mordant watched the three natives use the blonde becoming more aroused himself until he couldn't resist the urge any longer. Moving to the top of the table he bent the blondes head back so she was staring at his groin upside down then fed his cock into her willing mouth and throat. Together the Ambassador and the Witchdoctor impaled the writhing blonde like a spit roast on their rampant shafts. At the same time the women seized Jenny's jiggling breasts in their hands and plunged her areolas and nipples into their thick lipped mouths.

 

   The writhing mass of black and white bodies moved and twisted as the men defiled the febrile and delirious blonde British agent while the women sucked and chewed on her blood engorged tits. They were merciless as they used her, unrelenting and pitiless in their abuse of her spectacular body. The power of the Witch doctors thrusting combined with Jenny's squirming body put the rickety table in danger of collapse.

 

   If Mordant's cock wasn't jammed in her throat Jenny would have cried out again as the Shaman drove his shaft deep into her cunt slapping his hips against hers. Mordant grunted and spewed ropes of gism over her tongue and down her convulsing gullet. The witchdoctor shouted 'Geronimo' and erupted filling her pussy with hot sperm just as Jenny herself stiffened and orgasmed hard.    

 

   The blonde agent lay sprawled across the table almost comatose from the mind blowing climax. She only murmured as the hypodermic needle slid into her thigh and injected the anaesthetic opiate into her body. With a sigh she fell into a deep sleep.

 

   The two men stared down in wonderment at the naked blonde then the Witchdoctor removed his mask revealing Michael Busa, Mordants deputy and partner in crime.

 

   The British Ambassador said simply 'Brainwash the bitch. In seven days she must kill King Abelola.'

 

 

End of Part One.

 

June 2018

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