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Sheba

By: tate66



Sex between a man and a woman can be wonderful, provided you can get between the right man and the right woman. - Woody Allen

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A fond memory of mine is having my sexy, black girlfriend Sheba sandwiched between me and her lover, Bill.

Sheba is built like a brick shithouse. I always imagine her being the inspiration for the Commodores. I have been in gay clubs with her where the gay men flock around her like crows on French fries. Maybe it's because she is such a diva or perhaps because she comes off as the most gorgeous drag queen since Rupaul. Sheba is Rubenesque. She would have made a great madam once upon a time.

Bill is a well known attorney with his own firm which makes him wealthy enough to keep a mistress like Sheba. Tall and distinguished with a tanned hard body that belies his age. He has a full head of hair just beginning to gray around the ears. 

Bill is a generous man with a desire to please. Sheba had requested for her birthday a threesome. She wanted two men. Bill had no problems with that but he also wanted a threesome with two women. So, he rented a beach house for her birthday weekend. He could only stay for the first afternoon but she was free to enjoy it any way she wanted for the rest of the time. 

I was invited to be the second woman for Bill's fantasy threesome. He loves curvy women with huge sexual appetites. I certainly fit the profile.

When I arrived at the beach house there was a sticky note on the door that told me to come on in. As I entered I heard the unmistakable sounds of passion. I followed the moans and soon the trail of sound was punctuated with the musky scent of sex. 

My first sight as I entered the bedroom was Sheba with her knees bent, spread eagled on the bed. Her glossy, coral colored pussy was a beautiful sight contrasted against her dark labia and thighs. Bill was stroking her clit while nursing at her large breasts. I wanted to crawl between Sheba's thighs to bury my face in her pussy.

Movement to my left drew my attention from Sheba and Bill. A very tall young man stood naked stroking his monster cock. I stared with an open mouth. I may have even drooled. Certainly I was mesmerized by the size of him because Sheba had to ask me twice if I wanted to join in.

Had I been thinking I would have stripped immediately and pounced the young stud but I was cock struck and stupid. I stammered that I would join them as soon as I brought in my things. I left my trunk open so I really did have to go back outside first.

When I returned Bill was in the front room with his pants on. Sheba floated in the room in a silk robe with the fully dressed young stud trailing.

I must have looked mighty disappointed because they were all quick to explain. The young stud had to go anyway. Their threesome had gone on longer than anticipated. He didn't have time to get involved in an orgy at the moment but would return later.

Introductions and goodbyes were said in the same breath as the young stud left. 

Bill made me feel welcome by telling me how beautiful I looked. He asked if he could rub my feet for me. Yes please!! Hey! Everyone has a kink or two. Who am I to deny a man his desires?

I undressed and relaxed nude on the sofa while Bill administered to my feet and calves. Sheba delivered a drink to my hand before curling up opposite me. She wanted to watch Bill work. We chatted, we teased and by the time my drink was gone Bill was massaging my thighs. It was time to move to a bed.

They petted and explored me before Sheba took control. She pushed me to my back then moved to a 69 position. Bill was straddling my head while fucking her pussy as I licked and sucked her clit and lips. He would stroke her then dip his cock into my mouth. I would suck his balls into my mouth on occasion. 

My view was incredible. Sheba's dark skin and Bill's white skin in my face and on my face while his pink cock slid in and out of her engorged pussy. The earthy scent of us all was intoxicating. I enjoyed the taste of her on his cock when he fucked my mouth.

Sheba began to shake as she reached orgasm. Bill grunted and quickly pulled out to cum over her back. When she rolled off me he moved his head between my thighs. Sheba sucked my nipples and massaged breasts. I loved the way she drew my nipple deep into her mouth. The tug of the suction she created reached all the way to my clit. Bill had teased earlier that he was an expert with his tongue. He wasn't kidding because within seconds I was keening as I gushed onto his fingers and tongue. He lapped up all my juices then rested his head on my thigh. Sheba kissed my lips and murmured how much fun were going to have over the weekend. We still had the young stud to look forward to later.

Sheba Donka



"Hey Lance, come in here and say hi to my friend, Sheba." 

I looked up and saw my sister and her friend standing in the kitchen. I walked around the other side to get a better look at Sheba, and I noticed that she had some very large hips, which let me know she possessed a huge ass. A cute, Ethiopian girl and quite slender, Sheba's lower half was thick in contrast. She wore a plain, fitted white t-shirt and a pair a dark blue sweat pants, which despite being baggy, failed to hide her shape. 

I stuck my hand out to shake hers. "Hey what's up? Nice meeting you." 

My sister Tracie met Sheba in college. The two were in the same World History class and had been hanging out since the start of the semester.

She smiled just as our hands detached. "Likewise. Tracie, he's a cutie!"

Tracie shook her head and chuckled. "Oh don't tell him that. It'll go to his head." 

I shot back. "Ah whatever! Thanks though, Sheba. I hope I'm pronouncing that right."

She nodded, putting her hand on her hip. "Yes you are. You should feel lucky because people always screw it up." 

Tracie butted in as I put on my lined team jacket. "You have to work today, Lance?"

"Yeah, unfortunately. I was suppose to have the day off, but they called in me. More money for me I guess."

Sheba chimed in, her East African accent intertwined with American inflection. "Hey, make that money while you can, sweetie." 

I laughed. "Yeah, I'll try. But yeah, I'll catch up with y'all later. I Can't be late anymore this week, or they'll write my ass up."

I took one last look at Sheba before I left, scanning her physique over as I walked out. I've been around and seen a lot of women, but I've yet to come across someone built like Sheba. What was crazy is that I still didn't get a chance to scope out her booty, but I knew it was huge. The thought of it drove me crazy the whole time I was at work.

I came back home that night from work and caught Sheba in the kitchen, pouring herself a glass of juice while Tracie sat in the living watching TV. As I walked into the kitchen, my eyes almost popped out of my head when I saw Sheba's butt. It was the way I imagined it to look. It was very wide and stuck out pretty far too, almost too big for her own body. The baggy sweatpants she wore failed in hiding the massive pair of cheeks that jiggled as she moved. It was a sight to behold.

I thought, 'God damn' . I looked away so she wouldn't catch me staring at the gigantic set of buns she hauling behind her. I made my way upstairs to my room, and wondered if it was real since butt enhancement injections were becoming popular. Having a big butt was and still is the "in thing" now, and a lot of women are willing to pay top dollar to get one.

**********

Over the next two months, I got the chance to see more of Sheba and her huge ass as she came over to study with Tracie. I sometimes got shy around her since I developed a crush on her, and I tried not to make it obvious to anyone, especially her. I played it cool at all times, keeping things on a platonic level. However, I spent a lot nights fantasizing about slamming her big ass from behind. 

Sometimes she playfully touched my arms and chest while we talked, and laughed at my jokes; even the corny ones. All I felt was lust from her every time she showed up somewhere I was. I prayed to feel that big, cushiony round ass rubbing or slamming against my crotch someday.

One day, Sheba came over to the house to pick up Tracie and do their usual weekend shopping. The doorbell rang, and Tracie went to answer it. "Hey honey!" Sheba stepped in and they did their usual cheek kiss. I sat there in the living room, pretending to be interested in the movie. They chatted excitedly, making me pause the movie. I didn't want to be a dick and tell them to be quiet, since they would be out the door soon anyway.

Sheba paused their conversation and looked over at me. "Hey, are we bothering you, Lance?"

I checked out her outfit, a full-length sundress, and thong sandals. Her dress cinched at the waist, highlighting the wideness of her hips. Her goldish, sandy brown skin glowed in it's perfection, her wrist adorned with several bracelets. "Nah, you're good."

Sheba smiled as they resumed their girl talk before Tracie grabbed her purse, swinging it up on her shoulder. "Okay, we'll see you later, Lance." 

"Alright, don't go broke out there buying shit you don't need." I laughed, and Sheba snickered behind Tracie's back. 

Tracie teased with a comeback of her own. "Oh shut up! I don't say anything when you buy those stupid sneakers that they release every month!" 

We traded a few more slick remarks before they headed out, and I got an epic back shot of Sheba. Her massive, round booty wobbled wildly in her dress, which loosely draped over the protruding mounds of ass. It danced on it's own, each big cheek twitched up and down as she followed behind Tracie. She looked back at me with her piercing brown eyes, forming a sexy smirk with her lips. I responded with a smirk of my own, knowing that she knew what I wanted. I watched them walk out the door as I got back to my movie, "Rise of the Planet of the Apes." I watched movies for the rest of the day, occasionally checking the fridge in hope that food would magically appear. Nothing was in there that I really liked.

About four hours later, Tracie and Sheba returned with a bunch of shopping bags. "Damn, did y'all get lost?" I said as they walked in the door.

Sheba removed the oversized sunglasses from her face and put them in her bag. "You know how we girls get when it comes to shopping."

I chuckled as I stood up, changing the TV channel to another movie. "Yeah you're right. How could I forget such a thing." 

"Hey, Lance just a heads up. Sheba is going to sleep over here tonight," Tracie said.

"Oh, what's going on?"

Sheba butted in. "You guys live a lot closer to the airport, and I have family members flying in from Africa tomorrow morning that I have to pick up."

I nodded and rubbed my hands together. "Cool! How long are they here for?"

"About a week and a half." 

I nodded again. "Well, we should pull out the sofa bed-" Tracie said.

"No, don't do that. I'll be fine with the couch," Sheba argued. 

Tracie joked, pointing back at Sheba's large ass. "Are you sure? You may be cramped. You know you need a lot of space for that big ol' thing!" And my sister wasn't lying. That ass was fucking huge.

She laughed. "I'm sure girl. Don't worry about it."

"Alright. Well, Lance, could you go to the linen closet and get a pillow and some sheets?"

"Yeah sure sis." I bolted up the stairs, grabbed what was needed from the closet and brought them downstairs to Tracie.

Sheba sighed. "Well, I guess I'll go change then." She hit me with that face again, looking back and smirking at me as she walked off to the bathroom. Her big ass bounced hard with every step as if she made it do that on purpose.

Sheba had what people referred to as a "Stank Walk." With her back a little arched, she put more emphasis on her large, round ass when she walked. With her pigeon toed and bow legged stance, her big, glorious ass bounced and jiggled at it's own will. I wanted this girl so bad.

Minutes later, I heard the bathroom door open, and out walked Sheba, wearing a wifebeater, and pair a red boyshorts which looked a size or two too small. I examined her up and down as she approached where Tracie and I were standing in the living room. Sheba's thick, firm thighs wiggled with her steps, her perky breast adding some bounce also.

"Well, the sofa is fixed up for you, Sheba. Is there anything else that I can get you?" 

"No I'm good, Tracie. Thanks for letting me crash here honey!" 

Tracie walked towards the stairs with her bags. "No problem girl. Lance, you should probably come upstairs too so that Sheba can sleep." 

Sheba interjected, looked at me and smiled. "It's no problem. He can watch the movie down here."

Tracie nodded. "Okay. Well good night and sleep well, honey." 

I sat back down and resumed the movie as Sheba dimmed the lights and sat across from me. Her shorts showed off her thick legs, and she crossed them as she took a seat.

"So what are you watching?" Sheba asked, her hair done in two big fishbone style braids. 

"He Got Game." 

"I haven't seen this movie in years. This is from what, seventeen years ago?"

I nodded slow. "Yeah I believe so. I think it did come out in 1998." 

Things were running smooth up until one of the movies sex scenes popped up, Ray Allen banging two college bimbos in a dorm room. I felt awkward watching it with Sheba, but I figured we're adults, no big deal. I glanced over at her to see if the movie had any kind of impact. She stared blankly at the screen, appearing to be not affected by what was in front of us. I can tell towards the end of the scene, she became a little uneasy.

"I need a glass of water, Lance. I'll be right back, sweetie." She got up and walked past me, which allowed me to gaze at her big, donkey of an ass. Her shorts created a crooked wedgie in the back, as her big ass jiggled like crazy. When the scene ended, Sheba returned to the living room.

"Did the scene make you uncomfortable?" I asked.

She sipped her water, putting the cup on the table. "What makes you say that?" 

I chuckled. "You got up pretty quick and came back when it was over."

"Nah, It didn't bother me. I seriously just wanted some water, really. I'm a big girl. I can handle stuff like that. Did it make you uncomfortable?" she asked as she took her seat.

"No, and I'm a big boy," I laughed. "Besides, it's only sex in a movie." 

"Yeah you're right. He wasn't really giving it to them anyway." 

I became more interested in an instant. "Huh? What do you mean?"

"I mean you know...he wasn't going hard enough. I like it rough. Don't play with it...really work it out." 

I looked over at the stairs, checking for Tracie. "So y- you like it rough?" 

"Oh of course. A guy can't be all soft and sensual with a booty like this," she giggled, pointing down to her own. Sitting on one buttcheek, she poked her ass to the side out with her legs still crossed. I blatantly stared at it as she placed her hands in her lap.

My mind nearly went blank. "Yeah, I bet. And you do have a lot of booty back there girl...damn." 

"I know right? But I'm for real. I haven't been fucked real good in a long time. It's sad." 

My insides were surging with excitement as I had a feeling where this was heading. "Damn, really? What's up with the guys you date?"

"They just don't fuck me right. You see, my ass is huge, and you have to have enough dick to hit it just right, you know?" she asked, waiting for me agree.

I nodded. "Yeah, I feel you. Maybe they're intimidated." 

She looked at me unsure. "Intimidated? I mean, my ass is big and all, but come on. That's no excuse for you not to man up." She rose up walked over to me. She stood before me, turned around and swung her ass right in my path, posing with her hand on her hip. Her large, round booty jiggled in response, wiggling itself into it's normal state seconds later. "It's not that big, right?" She giggled, looking down at me with a smirk. I knew she was trolling.

I glared right at it as I licked my lips. "Honestly Sheba, you have the biggest booty I've ever seen in my life." 

She smiled and remained in her pose. "Biggest? C'mon, be for real."

My eyes were glued to her gigantic, shelf ass. I protested. "I'm not lying! It's been driving me crazy ever since we met!"

She laughed again. "Oh yeah? That's so cute. I've seen other girls around town who can compete with me. I'm measuring only 45 inches in the ass department."

"I doubt that," I said, "And I know for a fact no one even compares to you." 

"Yeah? You got a tape measurer around?"

I pondered for a second, and remembered that there may have been one in the nightstand by the couch. I leaned over and dug through the drawer, retrieving the yellow tape measurer. "Got it!"

She stepped closer to me as I wrapped the tape measurer around her butt and hips, checking that it was straight and aligned perfectly. I shook my head as the tip of the measurer came to the true answer.

I shook my head, my mind completely blown. "You're a liar."

She looked down at the tape measurer stretched around her hips, and inquired. "What? What does it say?" 

Rolling the tape measurer back up, I announced it. "54, your ass is 54 inches." 

She gasped, her face dumbfounded. "54? Wow! I've just been oblivious to how big it's grown."

Taking a chance, I slapped her large ass, watching It wildly wobble in response. "Grown huh? Damn Sheba...what have you been feeding this big thing?"

"Mmm!" she moaned as my hand landed on her cheek, "Shit, everything baby! There are times when I'm not hungry, but I know IT is." 

I felt her big ass up as she peeked down at me over her shoulder. My hands and fingers sunk into her incredibly soft butt cheeks, groping them all up as I sat on the edge of the couch. 'Finally!' I thought. I explored every inch her glorious ass, impressed by how large, bouncy and heavy it was.

I swatted it again. "I hope you keep feeding it...keep it nice and fat."

She watched her big butt jiggle in it's glory and her voice rolled to a purr. "Ohh, I will baby, just for you." 

I slowly stood up and embraced her as we made out. My hands immediately went for that fat, juicy ass of hers on instinct, roaming around the mammoth sized cheeks, groping her booty as if I was kneading dough. I could not believe what was happening. I loved the feeling of our tongues in each others mouths as we continued to feel all over each other. I randomly smacked her big butt again, feeling it shake like crazy.

"God this ass is so big," I mumbled, rubbing it down, "Fuck..."

She purred again. "It's yours baby. My big ass is all yours."

Sheba shoved her tongue back into my mouth. I continued to worship her big, gelatin-like ass, turning her around so that my crotch pressed against it. I pulled Sheba to me and she responded by grinding her giant ass on my pelvis. Gazing down at the monstrous ass before me, a mumble was all I can utter. "Damn, Sheba."

Her large, bubble ass backed up onto me, rolling around the flaccid meat hiding behind my basketball shorts. Rather surprised and impressed, she looked back at it. "Oh my God! What do we have here?" She spun around and cupped it in her palm, gripping a good amount of my balls too. "You're not even hard yet and this thing is huge!"

I lifted my shirt over head, exposing my bare torso at a acceptable 10 percent bodyfat. Not super ripped, but good enough to see visible abdominals. 

I smirked and tossed my shirt aside. "I guess you're not the only one around here with...big things."

With haste, Sheba inched the front of my shorts down. My big, limp cock flopped out freely, landing square on her wrist. Her hands gripped the front my shorts, holding them down beneath my scrotum. The big cock flopped on contact, hung off to the side and twitched.

Her mouth gaped open as she observed it. "Fuck!"

I put my hands on my hips and smirked in her face. "It's get's bigger."

She paused, raised her face up to mine and dropped down into a squat. Not breaking eye contact, she grabbed the girthy shaft and hoisted it upward. "Are you for real? Gosh lance...we have to get you harder and bigger!"

With a moan of complete surrender, she leaned in to lap at my shaved balls. As she did so, my dick rested on her shoulder, the head reaching a couple of inches down her back. It wiggled about while she licked and kissed the largest set of gonads she probably ever imagined. Each one was as large as a billiard ball, and she was unable to pull one completely into her mouth. She snuffled and snorted as she worked, enjoying the musky smell of excited manhood.

She leaned back and glanced up to meet my gaze as my big cock fell from her shoulder. She slowly stroked the base of my dick with both hands. One hand over the other, she pulled back until she reached the rim of the cock head. All of her attention was on the growing cock before her. Still not completely hard, I could tell by her expression that this was easily the largest that she had ever seen. Her eyes were fixed on the massive example of man meat that was in front of her.

As she jerked it, her breath came in gasps. Moaning in excitement, she held my dick up at an angle, admiring the swelling champion cock. She it let go for a moment, making it snap to attention, slapping against his torso. The dickhead landed inches above my navel, almost reaching my sternum.

She panted with excitement. "Jesus, what a fucking dick!"

She grabbed the tape measurer I use just minutes before and continued. "I've got to know. I've got to know how huge you are. I've never seen anything like this!" She placed the end of the tape at the junction of the shaft and my ball sack, and stretched the tape up until she reached the tip. "What the fuck! This is crazy, it's scary! I'd never imagined..." her voice trailed off as she returned to running her hands up and down my long shaft.

I moaned as she pumped it, her big ass bulging out from behind her as she squatted before me. "Oh fuck..."

"Just over thirteen inches. You're bigger than BOTH of my last two boyfriends! Both of them put together!" she clarified, "What a cock! This is ridiculous!" She looked up at me and went on. "Has anyone ever taken it all?"

"Nope, not yet. Most girls back out as soon as they see what I'm cursed with. It's just too big."

"Well, I'm not backing out, honey! I live for big cocks and Lance, you have the biggest I've ever imagined! I'm dying to see if I can take this monster and tame it!" 

Without saying another word, she pulled my dick level to her mouth, and jerked me off while she sucked and licked the dick head. Both hands flashed up and down in foot long strokes as she beat me off. With a sickening slurp, she sucked about five inches of cock in her mouth. Her mouth seemed to unhinge, opening wide as she bobbed up and down on it. Pacing herself, she moaned as she sucked. Her warmth, moist mouth devoured my cock, leaving it a sloppy mess as wet smacking noises echoed throughout the living room. She pulled my long dick from mouth with a sloppy POP.

Panting, she gazed up at my slippery shaft as I flexed it. "Damn, you can suck good dick, but I think it's time to beat that big ass up."

She nodded with excitement and stood up. "I think it's time too, baby. You better fuck the shit out of me too with this big ass fucking dick!"

Before I knew it, Sheba hopped on my couch, right into doggystyle. Her back arched deeply and her hands grabbed the top of the furniture. I stood behind her, beholding the gigantic set off ass cheeks directly in my path as my long, wet cock towered over her monstrous ass. Her butt bulged out and sat up high, perfectly round with just a little cellulite.

I got into position behind her, aiming my missile-like cock at her bent over ass. "Such a fat fucking ass you have." I grabbed her left asscheek and inserted the fat head of my cock in her pussy, parting her fat lips. 

"Oh my God!" she groaned, "OH FUCK!" I slapped her big ass again as my thick cock invaded her pussy even deeper. The wetness from her pussy assisted my big dick to slide in, stretching my soaked cunt out.

I smacked the side of my fattened ass once again, my voice coming to a grunt. "That's it...let me get in this pussy, Big Booty Sheba. You've teased me for far too long with this big, dumb booty!" 

She yelled, looking over my shoulder at the oversize dong going up her stretched pussy. "Fuck! You are so big!" 

I pushed my way in even further. Grabbing her waist with one hand, I glided my length into her again and again. Her face cringed and grimaced from my pussy stroking attack, and It wasn't long before before my whole length was inside of her. Her massive booty replied with heavy, deep clap sounds as my hips smacked against it with every hard thrust.




Sheba Donka



She panted, moaned, groaned, yelled and all of the above. She stretched her hand to my stomach, hoping to suppress the hard thrust I was giving her. "Oh fuck yes! Yes! Fuck me you big-dicked fucker! Yes!" Thank God the TV was loud enough to muffle our voices; Tracie was nowhere to be found. Sheba's big butt jumped up, and slammed backed into my pelvis as I dicked her down from behind. I felt, and even heard her fat cunt become even more wet, resulting in wet vaginal queefs.

I grabbed her two long braids and pulled, growling through gritted teeth. "You like that? Huh? You like this dick fucking your big ass from the back?" 

Her face told it all. She looked back at me as she panted. "Yes! Yes! Yes! Just like that! I'm c- I'm coming on that big fucking dick baby!" I felt her juices coat my shaft, and the sensations raced through me as I continued to pound into her huge ass. The volume of the butt clapping increased, the room filled with moaning and total lust.

Minutes later, I couldn't hold back any longer. Her big, fat ass was just too much. My strokes got faster, ramming my full length in and out of pussy. "Oh fuck! I'm going to cum!" 

With one last pump, my long, rigid cock slid from her outstretched cunt, shooting a thick, long stream of come along her back. I gave my huge tool consecutive jacks as more cum oozed and splattered over Sheba's big bare ass. Sheba stayed in a motionless, doggy-style position while my massive cock shot the most cum I had ever seen come out of it.

She gasped, watching me milk my huge dick for all it's worth. "Mmm! You cum like a hose! My God!" 

My dick went limp as I took a step back, admiring her gigantic, round ass bent over before me. I took the time to soak everything in. It happened, it finally happened.

"Girl, You are a freak! I would have never thought you were so nasty, and a size queen at that! Wow...just wow."

From that moment on, I knew that we were going to have an interesting relationship.



Sheba: Solomon's Lost City Pt. 01



Episode 1 The Expedition Commences

Prologue

The Mountain rumbled as the steam rose into the air sending birds exploding from the green canopy of the forest and the roar and screams of the other animals as they fled the volcano that was no longer dormant. Yet almost as soon as the mountain had awakened it returned to a fitful slumber and the panic subsided as the animals and birds returned to their normal lives.

The forest returned to its distant calls and silences as the hunt for life continued beneath the green canopy that created the sky for the denizens on the ground below. Suddenly the silence below the trees exploded in a crashing of branches as a naked woman ran for her life. Fearfully she threw glances over her shoulder only to see her hunters loping through the shadows.

A look at her would convince anyone that they were looking at a goddess on earth. Her skin was the colour of rich earth and her straight black hair flew back away from a finely chiselled faced of one of the Nilotic races. It was a face that was already fearful and was desperately searching for an escape. The girl for she could not have been more than eighteen gasped for breath her firm conical breasts rising and falling as her lungs drove the air through her body. She ran with the speed and grace of a gazelle, her slim muscled driving her body forward. For like the gazelle she had predators behind her.

Then disaster happened as her foot slipped from beneath her and she stumbled into the blanket of leaves on the ground. With desperation she tried to rise before they reached her but just as she felt her body come up a hand seized her wrist and turned her brutally about so that she was looking into a face that screamed brutality and depravity. Bringing her knee up she felt it strike the soft flesh between his legs. There was a sharp grunt and he released her wrist yet just as he sank to the ground a fist slammed into the side of her head sending her into the ground again.

As the girl looked into the face of her new attacker as he held the sharp bronze blade of his spear to her throat and smiled at her with lust flaming from his eyes. The teeth seemed a shocking white compared to the almost black tint of his skin when he smiled. With that awful smile etched on his face he fell across her body and using his weight subdued her struggles. Using a hard muscled thigh he forced open her legs so that her cunt sparsely covered with black hair was open. His tongue licked his lips as he grasped one of her firm breasts and twisted cruelly a nipple until he saw tears in her eyes. 

Then when she thought she could feel no more pain he thrust his huge cock deep into her cunt. A cunt that was barely lubricated, a cunt that screamed with the abuse it was receiving as he forced in his long, thick cock into her cunt. It was pushed into her and seemed to rip her open. Almost she passed out but the pain kept her from the blackness. Suddenly it hit the top of her womb with a sharp pain and he began the typical action of a man driving a cock in and out of a cunt. 

Somehow her body took pleasure with the action and she felt the familiar tingle in her clit and lips. The motion became smoother as her cunt filled with juice and her gasps of pain changed to those pleasure as her body betrayed her mind and she felt the pleasure of his body rubbing along her now exposed clit. As he felt her grow aroused with his fucking he bit hard into her breast so that she felt pain again through her body. Releasing the tit from his mouth he began to abuse her with foul language as he humped her body with quick experienced movements.

Then he cried out in a keening moan as he felt his cum shoot through his cock and then into her body. Each thrust pumped more hot cum into her pussy and once satisfied that he would cum no more he rolled off the panting girl. As he released her he grabbed for the knife that hung from the belt about his waist and once in her hand cut between his legs. A high pitched scream filled the air as the woman sprung to her feet and dashed into the forest. Behind her the man desperately tried to stem the flow of blood from his wound. The other man barely recovered from his blow pressed leaves into the other man's crotch as the woman made her escape.

Only once did she turn to curse the two men with all the vigour and strength she could find.



i

"There they are Mr Masterson, the Mountains of the Moon," the compact middle-aged man beside Hawk said softly in a Scot's lowland burr. As he spoke he pointed to the green clad slopes before them.

Hawk Masterson drew his eyes away from the jagged tree clad ridges that were in the near distance, their tree clad slopes. Behind them were the majestic and awe-inspiring peaks, the clouds covered much of the blue grey stone though every now and again he saw the white covering of snow on some of the slopes. Then he looked at the man beside him and sighed in frustration. 

The man beside him was in his forties and was relaxed on the brown gelding he rode. He chomped on a black briar pipe and looked to the to the slopes that were so near and yet so far. He was smaller than the muscular Texan but with a rugged hardness about him that spoke of life on a frontier. When you learnt he was the guide to this expedition and was a renowned Big Game Hunter of over twenty years experience in Africa it confirmed that opinion.

There was a dangerous quietness to this man and many a man would talk of John Carter in the same breath as the legendary Allan Quartermain. He impressed Hawk with his quiet efficiency and skill. Even though Hawk was a skilled hunter and bushman he had been unable to match this man in skill and knowledge. When you looked into the hunter's eyes you could see a cold summing up that made you cringe if you were a fool or enemy. Yet he could be warm and the best of friends if he liked you. As a man who suffered fools very badly Hawk liked the company of this man and had taken the chance to learn much from his example. That included the way he had an easy familiarity with his chief porter Jok.

Indeed Jok seemed to the mirror of this man, whereas the guide was taciturn to the point of rudeness the head porter was jocular and loquacious and ready to laugh. Even so Hawk knew that Jok was as tough and demanding as the hunter beside him. Yet they were as close as brothers and trusted each other with the familiarity that only years of experience can bring.

The Scotsman grunted to himself as they rode back to the camp where the others were. The man looked at the blonde muscular giant next to him and hid a smile he liked the young American and enjoyed being with him. He looked forward to being with the man and learning more about the young Texan.

"Few white men have explored this area and the locals consider this area haunted. There are many stories and legends about this place," this statement was a book compared to most things that the taciturn hunter usually said.

"What sort of stories?" Hawk curiously asked since John seemed to wish to talk.

"Mostly about ancient cities Mr Masterson, that and King Solomon's Mines and a beautiful Witch-Queen, some foolishness about Amazons and White Apes. Sometimes stories of travelling for weeks and learning that only a short time has passed," the guide spat into the red earth clearing his throat and then continued," That's why I wanted to come here, never seen such nonsense before."

He said it all in a laconic manner that left you wondering if he believed in what he said or he just thought other people were silly fools for believing the stories. Then they heard a sharp call from behind them. Looking back the oxen drawn drays and waggons came into view as they powered over the edge of the stream behind them. They would leave the waggons tomorrow and would continue on foot into deep almost impenetrable jungle before them. A jungle haunted by leopards, savage tribes and legends.

Hawk watched as the waggons stopped and drew themselves into a circle as the old west called it or a laager as the Boers call it. There was something about the mountains ahead that seemed to threaten and promise dark knowledge. Hawk shook his head cursing himself for a silly fool for even thinking it.

As he watched the waggons roll to a stop he rode up to Sir Henry Shelby who wiped his dirty face with an even dirtier cloth. Though well into his sixties he had the air of an energetic younger man though he had seemed to grow greyer as the expedition had moved towards the mountains. Next to him was a younger woman in her late thirties, she looked at Hawk with undisguised lust and pushed back a loose strand of blonde hair that had slipped onto her brow. This was Sir Henry's wife the Lady Constance.

Behind them another waggon pulled up and a young wiry man jumped out and grimaced with the pain as he landed on his left leg. He had the air of intense enthusiasm as he helped a young woman step onto the red soil. Even a quick glance would show that this girl was related to Sir Henry. In fact this was Sir Henry's daughter Prudence or Prue as she liked to be known and her fiancé Charlie. Both joined the others as they stretched after their jolting on the ox drawn waggons.

"We will camp here before we start into the Mountains tomorrow Sir Henry," John Carter spoke with authority.

"Very well, I don't know about the women but I need to have a break," the man spoke gamely as he rubbed at his full white moustache and then wiped the sweat from his brow.

"I need a bath dearest," Connie spoke to her husband but spoke with her eyes to Hawk, Hawk blushed at the obvious question. Both Charlie and Prue had seen the look and had glanced meaningfully at each other.

"Of course my dear no doubt we can find a safe pool of water near us. Perhaps Mr Masterson can keep watch over you as you bathe," Hawk had been surprised how Sir Henry had thrown them together at any possible chance. 

At first Hawk had been confused by his attitude until he had explained that he was unable to hold an erection since an accident many years ago and his wife being a passionate woman needed much love-making. He had told Hawk that as long as they were discrete he had no hesitation about Hawk bedding the Lady Constance. They had come to an accommodation which met many of their needs. Soon after that they had made a passionate love-making that had endured the whole night. Hawk had soon looked forward to their times together and Connie had taught Hawk how to avoid the unwanted complications of making her pregnant amongst many of the other things she had guided the willing but inexperienced Texan into trying.

Even though there was the implicit acceptance of her husband's permission Hawk's deep sense of Texan morality made him feel guilty about taking another man's wife. Even so Hawk was a red-blooded man and had come to want this woman. So it was with a deep sense of relief that he walked with the luscious Connie to an isolated pool he had noticed before hidden from the view of others by the lush undergrowth about the stream. It was private from the camp whilst protected enough that hippopotami and crocodiles were not around and yet near enough the camp that if there was difficulty they could easily retire safely to the others.

Hawk looked carefully around before he signalled to Connie that she could bathe here. The woman a slight smile her face tossed her long pale blonde hair as she freed it from the clips that held it under the heavy pith helmut. Slowly as she watched Hawk who cradled the rifle in his arms she undid the buttons on her shirt which she gracefully allowed to slip from her body so that her linen shift barely covered her ample breasts. 

Connie left it there though she unbuttoned the cloth so that the young man of twenty-one could see the breasts peak from beneath the cloth. Kicking off her shoes she pulled off her khaki pantaloons leaving her in her linen underclothes. Gingerly she stepped into the pool and was satisfied it was warm. The bottom was clean sand instead of mud and she allowed it to wash up to her chin until she felt it touch her body. She stood in the shallow water and allowed Hawk to see her body beneath the transparent cloth.

Hawk was again impressed by the older woman's body from her ample breasts to her long legs, between her legs was a juicy cunt which she plucked hair from leaving only a small strip just above the lips that he knew would be wet from her own juices when they made love. Stripping his own clothes off quickly he joined her in the pool wearing only his cotton underwear, the cloth already bulging impressively with his cock.

Meeting her in the water he pressed his lips against her. Her lips opened and her tongue snaked into his. Hawk felt her breasts tipped with her large erect nipples press into his chest. His cock threatened to rip the cotton cloth holding it. Then he felt air on his flesh as she pulled it out of its pouch.

"The best thing about this trip is being fucked by your fantastic cock Hawk," Connie sighed and rubbed her hand up and down on the organ.

Taken by lust Hawk pulled the woman into the sand and parted her legs as he pulled the cloth from her crotchless knickers so that he felt her cunt beneath his hand. Opening her legs further he used his fingers to touch her cuntlips. They felt hot and swollen. Connie groaned and smiled until she gasped when his finger thrust into her cunt and rotated.

"Fuck me," she pleaded as she ground her cunt into his hand. Hawk had been shocked at first when she had spoken so filthily to him, almost like a prostitute but he found it enhanced his own lust to her such talk from her cultured lips.

Hawk pushed the woman back onto the sand and she rested half submerged in the water as Hawk pulled her legs apart and with accustomed experience eased his large cock deep into her cunt. Connie's hands raked his back as he thrust in and out of her body and he felt her gasp and cry out as she felt her orgasm rush through her body and his relentless pounding continued. 

"Oh yessss! Yesss!. Deeper, damn you deeperrrrr!!!!!!! Fuck me harderrrrr!!!!" Connie growled into his ear.

Then he grunted deeply as he felt his cock pulse and spasm as cum ripped through his body and then streamed onto her belly as he pulled his cock out of her so that she would not become impregnated by his cum. His cock softened and using the water about them he cleaned the cum off her shift and body as they bathed together in the pool. Once finished they lay on the sandy beach near the pool and allowed the heat of the day to dry their bodies.

As they lay next to each other Connie's hand rested in Hawk's groin and she felt the young man's cock twinge as she gently stroked it and waited for it to rise to the occasion.

"Prue still disapproves of us and Charlie follows her lead like a puppy," Connie sighed as she felt the cock fill with blood and rise inch by inch.

"Henry has tried to talk to her and explain but daughters can be difficult," she sighed again.

Hawk grunted, he had seen the looks they had been giving him and he was intelligent enough to work out why they were angry with him. He felt Connie move towards his cock and touched her breasts beneath the open cotton shift. The woman was demanding but being young he enjoyed as much sex as she was willing to offer. Then before he could talk she knelt over his groin and began to suck on his balls and then along the shaft of his cock. He loved it when she did this since it drove him crazy with desire. Her hand pumped his cock as she sucked on his shaft and balls. 

Once she looked up and remarked conversationally," I love seeing you cum it is like an angel in Paradise."

Then taking the head between her lips she pumped it in and out of her sensually full lips.

She did not try to stop him from cuming and he soon grunted sharply as cum shot onto his thigh. Connie continue to pump his cock until there was nothing more to be squeezed from his cock and she sighed deeply as she rose to dress for the walk back to camp.

"What she really needs is a good fucking but Charlie is too much of a gentleman to do that ," Connie casually remarked just as she reached for her clothes. Hawk had risen too and was reaching for his clothes when they heard the snarling cough of a beast in the tree above them. Slowly raising his head he looked into the yellow eyes of a leopard that sprung towards him its teeth bared in a tuneless snarl and its clawed forefeet extended.

ii 

Six months before this day Hawk had been stalking though the city of London.

The Great War had finished a mere two months ago. Hawks commanding officer had given him indefinite leave as they waited for his discharge to come through since it seemed that it was unlikely that the war would start up again. He had been huddling in his grey greatcoat as he struggled to keep the bitter London wind and the drizzle from his skin.

Just as he was crossing a Piccadilly Circus he had heard a squeal of tires as a car roared down on him. His superbly athletic body had been able to jump aside as the car stopped and an elderly man with a shock of white hair and a full carefully combed white moustache stepped out on the pavement. He was clad in a fashionable tweed coat and flat cap.

"Are you all right my Dear Chap?" he asked.

Hawk spoke," Well for a man that almost got his number come up I am doing well Sir."

"Sorry about that my Lad but I slipped on some water on the road. Your American aren't you?" the man asked, it seemed to Hawk that he was more shaken by the experience than Hawk.

"Yes sir from the great state of Texas. Though lately from France." 

A quick glance made out the uniform under his great coat and the elderly man's eyes lit up with delight. 

"Then join me sir for a dinner as compensation for my unfortunate driving," the man offered.

Since Hawk had nothing else to do he quickly accepted the offer and the man drove him carefully to his club nearby. The door was opened by an elderly valet who ushered them into a superb neo-classical building with a brass plaque that announced it to be The Explorers Club. Hawk was quickly relieved of his coat and taken to a well-appointed dining room where a superb meal of beef and potatoes was served. Once finished they retired to a virtually empty lounge where they sat in front of the fire smoking Havana Cigars and drinking snifters of Brandy they enjoyed a manly conversation.

"You are a pilot, sir?"the old man who had introduced himself as Sir Henry Shelby said.

"Yes sir, was first in the Lafayette Squadron under the French lately with the Third Pursuit squadron of the US Army Air Corps," Hawk did not mention the twenty enemy fighters he had shot down or the five observation balloons or that he had been given as well as the Citation Star, he held the French Legion D'honneur. However he could not hide the first lieutenant's bars on his shoulders.

As Sir Henry looked at Hawk he leant forward and asked conspiratorial, "Young man how would you like to go to Africa?"

"Africa, Sir Henry?" Hawk asked bemused. 

"Young man I am generally a good judge of character and I recognise a man who demands new challenges. From what you have told me you are on indefinite leave and you do not want to go back to America. Well young man I am about to start on an adventure that will be talked about for at least a thousand years. I need someone like you with me."

Hawk listened intently as the older man spoke and he thought of his general restlessness that had taken hold of him after the war had ended and he had often dreamt of visiting Africa. Hawk knew that he would be given his discharge quickly and yes he did not wish to go back home yet. His heart leapt as he considered his response.

"Where would you be going, Sir Henry?"

Sir Henry smiled as he heard the affirmative response and answered softly as though not wishing to be overheard, "The Mountains of the Moon on the border of Uganda and the Congo. The source of the Nile according to the ancient Greeks and if I am right the site of Solomon's Lost City of Sheba."




Sheba: Solomon's Lost City Pt. 01



"Sheba, the Queen who seduced Solomon!"Hawk cried.

Sir Henry looked at Hawk curiously but seeing in Hawk's face surprise instead of ridicule he sighed and decided that he needed to tell Hawk the full story.

"Lieutenant Masterson, Hawk if I may call you that let me talk and then you may make up your mind if you want to join me though I hope you will," he sighed and spoke again, "There are many who will tell you that my ideas are foolish."

Before the older man began he gulped down a large mouthful of brandy and signalled for another. Refreshed he looked about the chair and satisfied that no one was listening started to talk.

"As I have told you I have a farm in the East Africa territory and have lived there earlier this century. During my time I heard of many amazing things but I heard this as well and I have proof from my researches that it is real, The man combed his moustache and drank a swallow of brandy.

"Most people have heard the story of Solomon and Sheba but what has come to us is only the lies and myths that were remembered. Using Egyptian and Ethiopian documents I have found the truth. The Queen of Sheba's name was Makedah according to the Ethiopians and her son by Solomon Menelik was the first Emperor of Ethiopia. I was always interested in the story of Solomon and Sheba so that when I had time from my trips of commerce to the east I sought out information about the story of them. Of course commerce and business was my focus and I made my riches in Africa and the Indies," Sir Henry drew in a breath of cigar smoke and then continued," Later when I no longer had to worry about my investment and I could leave the running of my business I made the acquaintance of archaeologists, including the great Flinders Petrie."

"Some laughed at my thought that Sheba existed and that it was in Africa and not Arabia as the Bible said. However Petrie showed me some translations that proved that it had existed even before Solomon knew of it. He though that it had been in that Land called Punt. There was even hints that it had been founded by the Atlanteans in dim antiquity. I know, I know there has been no proof of their existence but I think we may find that proof Hawk when we find Sheba."

"It was considered a rich kingdom the source of spices and most of all the most remarkable diamonds of red, green and blue hues. It was said that with even one of these stones the powers of the wise men of Atlantis and Egypt could enhance their mental powers a hundredfold. There were disputed legends that the Queen had a crown of these stones that allowed her to control the actions of men around her, it was called the Rainbow Crown," the man sipped down another mouthful of brandy and continued.

"It is known that the Great Queen Hatshepsut sent an expedition to Punt and it was thought that it was on the Red Sea but I have proof from the tomb of the general in charge Nehsi that the land of Punt lay at the sources of the river Nile in the mountains of the Moon. I think that Senmut Hatshepsut's lover and adviser fled Egypt with their daughter Neferure to Punt later in her reign and refounded the city of Sheba with his daughter as Queen since the original inhabitants had degenerated into a form of white ape that they enslaved."

"Then they disappear until Makedah enters Jerusalem and conquers Solomon. At the end of Solomon's rule she must have fled back to Sheba which she had rebuilt with Solomon's help. I have found other records in Egypt that says she fled with her two children, twins a boy Menelik who founded Ethiopia or Axsum and her daughter also called Makedah who became Queen of Sheba in her turn. It is said that she took a great treasure from the Temple of Solomon, given to her by Solomon himself when she returned to her city."

He stopped for a time and then spoke again," Searching the Assyrian lands I have found that some of the Lost Tribes of Israel fled to Sheba and that they took the ancient staff of Aaron which had been cut from the same thorn bush that God inhabited when he spoke to Moses. So I have decided to search for the city Hawk and I need you to help me."

"Why do you call it the Lost City of Solomon? From what you say it was built a long time before him," Hawk asked.

"Ah well I think that the city has been built many times but it was magnificently rebuilt by Solomon who could not refuse the Queen anything she wished, more he wanted the diamonds that they mined. Oh yes I know they say King Solomon's Mines were in Ophir and that was south of the Mountains of the Moon but I think he kept the secret of Sheba closer to his heart and that is where his real mines were, even if Allan Quartermain says he discovered them."

"Why do you think you can find it, when no one else has Sir Henry? Hawk asked softly.

Sir Henry leant forward and whispered," I have a map Hawk and I intend to follow it. I found it in an ancient Egyptian tomb that was not molested by the robbers. "

Hawk considered what he had heard and he considered what he would do. He had heard of Sir Henry and knew he had many investments in British East Africa and that Africa was said to be rich in lost civilisations. Looking at the old man he smiled and offered him his hand as he spoke.

"I'm your man Sir Henry for as long as you want me."

As Sir Henry took his outstretched hand Hawk though that the man 's eyes gleamed with unshed tears of joy.

iii

As the ship came into the port Hawk watched as the dark green coastline turned a mottled patchwork of browns and greens. Black smoke billowed overhead as the old liner made its venerable path to its berth off the Port of Mombasa. The light green Indian Ocean was now stained by the excesses of the population on the island. Even so Hawk watched in amazed wonder at the land before him. Tonight he would be in Africa and in two days they would begin their train journey on the Uganda Railway and then to the fabled Mountains of the Moon.

"Africa is a very beautiful Mistress Captain Masterson. Beautiful but dangerous like all the best women," Lord Greystoke had told him barely five months ago in London when he had discussed his trip with the English nobleman.

He remembered those volcanic blue eyes boring into his own. Whereas Hawk would have been considered a young Viking with his own piercing blue eyes and blonde hair. John Clayton, Viscount Greystoke was a Celtic Warrior of yore with his black hair and muscular body. The man seemed to attract legends as dung attracted flies. It had been said that he had been brought up as a child by a mysterious tribe in Africa, it was even whispered that they were some sort of ape. What Hawk did know that was this man who held the commission of Major in the Kings own East African Rifles had been involved in some hair-raising adventures against the Germans either in Tanganyika or in the Belgian provinces to the north near where they were travelling. He also knew that he was only talking to him because he was the cousin of his wife Jane.

"Even your wife my Lord?" Hawk suggested merrily.

The man looked at him and then gave a deep chuckle, "Especially my Jane Captain. You make them beautiful and deadly in the States."

Hawk smiled and agreed silently with the vital man before him. Jane his wife was a woman who could cope with anything. She had met this man mysteriously in Africa as she had travelled from her home in Virginia with her father to India. Saying she was beautiful was to undersell her. Just walking into a room could make every man want her and every woman realise that she was plain compared to this woman. 

Hawk blanched again at the title of Captain, he had been given it and honours that he felt were overdone with his discharge. Then it was a whirlwind of appointments and meetings like this one. He had met many men who had an intimate knowledge of Africa and each had been interesting in their own way. Greystoke though was different, he was almost a race apart. 

"You said Africa was dangerous my Lord," Hawk reminded the man.

He sipped at his whisky and then continued," Yes very dangerous. It is raw and doesn't have the lies that our own worlds bring. Many a man and woman has given into the wildness of it and it has devoured them like a lion devours a gazelle. However a man can love that wildness and where you are going is very wild and dangerous indeed."

Then he was back in the present as an arm slipped around his. Smiling he continued to lean on the railing above the ocean and looked out at the city nearby. He could smell the stench of human odour mixed with the scent of spices as the wind blew it towards them. It seemed to suggest of further adventures to come. Turning he looked at the woman beside him and smiled broadly as he looked at the attractive face of the Lady Constance Shelby beside him. 

"So our journey to Uganda starts there," she said in her refined accent.

Hawk smiled at her. He had been surprised when she had stepped onto the ship that had left Marseilles in the leg of their journey Malta then to the Suez Canal and down the Red Sea to Mombasa, already they had travelled from London to the foremost port on the south coast of France. Sir Henry had almost been singing as he had travelled towards Africa. He had also hinted at surprises on the trip with an almost unholy glee. 

One of the surprises had been when he had met the Lady Constance Shelby at Malta. She was much younger than her husband being in her late thirties as compared to his late sixties. She was a second wife and was a well-known society beauty. Her gold hair stood out in the crowd but it was when you were close to her that you saw the finely chiselled features and her well formed figure. More she did not try to hide behind women's games but had a directness that left Hawk gasping with admiration. Later he would gasp for other reasons but when they met he had been dismayed with the fact a woman was joining them on this adventure.

"Captain Masterson Connie is invaluable to me and I can not leave her behind when we travel into the Great Unknown," Sir Henry declaimed.

"No the expedition will end before I give up Connie coming with us," and with a dramatic flourish he stalked from the lounge leaving the Lady Constance and him alone.

"You must forgive Henry, Hawk he has very fixed views on this matter. I suppose there is very little that I can say that will convince you but I have lived in Africa for many years. In fact I believe you have met one of my cousins Lord Greystoke," as she spoke Hawk admired how her breasts almost seemed to want to burst the seams of her cream jacket and expose themselves to the sunlight.

Damn Hawk thought why was he thinking like this she was married and he disagreed profoundly with her being here. Yet there was something about her that seemed to arouse him when she was near.

"Breast or leg?" she said.

"What?" Hawk spoke in startlement.

"Would you like some breast or leg of Chicken for lunch Hawk?" she said again almost laughing at his outburst.

Hawk smiled ruefully as he realised that he had been thinking of more baser matters. 

"Breast Lady Constance," he replied at last.

"Connie please Hawk. If we are to be on this adventure let us be friends at least."

She offered him her hand and he took it admiring the smallness of it in his own larger hand.

"Very well Connie though I still think you should not come with us," he said stubbornly. 

Then at the futile protest they laughed. As he did so Connie leant forward and allowed Hawk to gaze down her shirt that was opened for the first two buttons. He made out the swell of her breast. Startled and embarrassed he looked into Connie's bright blue eyes shone. As she looked at him she reached forward and placed her hand on his knee and caressed the bone. Already he felt his cock grow and he shifted in the seat uncomfortably as she licked her full lips.

"Sir Henry won't mind," she whispered seductively.

"What?" Hawk spoke in confusion.

"He's impotent and knows I have needs. As long as we are discrete and careful then he will ignore our affair. Come with me, we have separate staterooms," as the woman spoke she rubbed her hand up and down his thigh.

It was wrong he knew that it was so but his lust for her was growing with each brush of that gentle hand and then it touched his hard cock that threatened to burst through his trousers and he burnt with mad passion for this woman. Growling he stood watching a small self-satisfied smirk lift her lips as she led him by the hand to her room. She had barely closed the door when he attacked her and ripped her shirt and shift from her voluptuous breasts. His lips pushed onto hers and he tried to thrust he tongue between hers. 

"I am not some whore for you to use Captain Masterson," Connie spoke sharply. 

Hawk stopped and realised that he had been considering her exactly in the same light of those women he used at the end of a tour of duty. Though not violent he had learnt that he needed a quick release from the stresses of his flights and battles in the air and there had been many a French maid who had willingly offered themselves to the young American. In time he had only learnt to consider his pleasure and though no woman would have complained about his ability they would have said he needed to be slower, take more care and thought about his lover. Thinking that he was no longer wanted he moved to the door only to find that Connie's hand wrapped about his well-proportioned cock.

"And where are you going? I said I am not a whore but I want this thing in me now," she growled into his face as she stroked his hard cock.

With a quick flip of her skirt she exposed her firm naked buttocks to him and her thinly fleeced cunt. Already it was damp with excitement and she reached under her body to rub at her fat clit that was exposed to the air. The sight of her nudity excited him even more and he thrust his cock deeply and quickly into her exposed cunt. 

"Oh Goddddddd!!!!!" she cried with ecstasy as his cock slipped into her and began to pump mercilessly, it filled her and rubbed against her excited clit tripping her quickly into orgasm.

"Ngggggg, fuck me, fuck me hard," though a lady Connie loved to talk and hear dirty talk as she was taken and if it did not come for her partner then she would make it herself. 

"That's it fuck me hardddddd!!!!"

Hawk did not need any encouragement. He used his cock with skill and trying to hold onto control he found that he could build an excitement through his body that he had never known before, he found that it was most exciting to mix short fast strokes with long slow ones that had the woman who he was fucking cuming with a steady regularity. He enjoyed it as she wept and came so powerfully the spasms flowed through her body into his aroused member. As he plunged his cock deeply into her he felt her ass cheeks press against his groin as though she wanted more of his cock in her. Even her sexy, filthy language was exciting him and he thrust harder as though he wanted to push his cock through her body.

"Fuck!!, Fuck!!!Harder, fuck me harder!!!!!"

Then he could hold no more, his breathing became ragged as he thrust into her with his hard demanding cock. He reached over her body and rested his body against her back as he humped his cock into her body furiously. Then he felt the the familiar tightness at his balls and rush of cum, as his cum ripped from his body into the air as Connie's body slipped beneath his. Cum shot through the air in strong rivers that cascaded onto her back and fleshy but firm ass cheeks. Taking his cock in his hand he pumped his cum over her until he could spill no more.

"Oh fuck you are so good. When I teach you more you will be the most perfect lover any woman could have my dear," she said as she threw him the remains of her shirt so that he could mop up the remains of his cum on her back.

Gently he touched her and she turned around this time to press her lips to his and they kissed in gentle savagery. He pressed the cum covered cloth to her breasts as she began to strip him. undoing buttons. They fell on the bed and she rose so she was over him and with a wicked smile to match her wicked eyes she spoke once more," The first time was very good my dearest Hawk but the next time will be even better and as she drew down his trousers she bent her head down to his cock and began to kiss his rapidly stirring flesh.

They must have been very loud for a number of times a steward had called through the door to them asking if her Ladyship was well. They even missed dinner in their passions. So Hawk learnt from a very skilled tutor the arts of lovemaking as they travelled from Malta to Mombasa. All through this Sir Henry said nothing nor remarked on the fact that his wife and assistant were not often to be seen on deck. Later Hawk was to find that he had been reading and planning his safari in intricate detail.

iv

The pace of the journey quickened as soon as the trio left the ship. After the enforced lethargy of the trip to Mombasa the trip across British East Africa was breathtaking in its speed and execution.

The railway left Mombasa and the fetid green swamps of the coast to rise through the savannas to the south of the Ukamba uplands as it followed the Sabaki River. The trio travelled through a swaying golden sea of grass varied by smalls towns that the train moved through. For a couple of hours they were even able to see the snowy peak of Kilimanjaro sometimes they saw elephants in the distance though not near the track itself due to the hunters who hunted the beasts for their ivory and the growth of farming on the savanna.

It was only at the new town of Nairobi the declared capital of the British East Africa Province that they halted to make sure of last minute provisions and to pick up two members of the expedition. It was here that Hawk met Miss Prudence Shelby the stunningly beautiful daughter of Sir Henry and her fiancé Charles Eliot-Smythe.

Miss Shelby or Prue as her father and Charles called her was a woman who had been blessed with perfect blonde hair, the brightest blue eyes, two magnificent breasts, a wasp waist and sensual hips. She had also been gifted with a tongue that was rapier sharp and one that was used mercilessly against her step-mother and her new lover. She had attacked him as soon as she had seen him, calling him a treasure hunter using her father's scholarly exploration for his profit. 

Hawk had found it difficult to listen to her and it was only with difficulty that he was convinced to remain with the expedition by Sir Henry herself.

"She's never forgiven him for marrying again and then to a woman much younger than myself," Sir Henry explained," as she gets to know you Hawk she will show a better side of her character. She really is a dear thing."

Hawk had his own idea about how dear she was but kept them to himself. At least her fiancé Charles or Charlie as he preferred to be called was a good man. He had been as dismayed as the others at Prue's attitude. A slim man he had light brown hair and a moustache that followed the course of his upper lip. Hawk had been amazed to find that he had been a captain in the East Africa Rifles during the war. Looking at him he seemed youthful and it was a shock to find him twenty-seven. He limped from falling off a damned horse as he explained though it was later explained to Hawk that he had actually been shot off the horse by a sniper in the advance on Dar Es Salaam.

The younger Hawk found it amazing that Charlie considered that Hawk was his equal but then Connie explained to him that he radiated a calm assurance and confidence that could only be found in leaders of men. With Prue around the two of them had to find snatched moments to enjoy with each other.

"She has always been jealous of me," Connie gasped as Hawk's cock slid deep into her cunt.




Sheba: Solomon's Lost City Pt. 01



Hawk rammed his hot, heavy cock into her cunt as he pushed her against the boxes of the storeroom. They were supposed to be making an inventory of the supplies they were buying but when Hawk had seen Connie lean over the basket he had virtually jumped on her and pulling up her skirt had quickly found that she was as aroused as him. As his cock slid in and out of her cunt her naked breasts rubbed against the strong rattan weave of the basket exciting her sensitive swollen nipples. Hawk felt her cunt massage his cock as she tightened and released the muscles in it. He was better now than before at controlling his desire and he could last longer than he used to, much, much longer.

Yet in the end he came and he felt the familiar rush of cum that squirted deep into her cunt, he felt her cuming as his cock was drained of his cum and slowly they disengaged. Finding a loose dust cloth he wiped himself clean and then wiped her sweaty body. Smiling at him Connie rearranged her clothes and peaked from out of the closet before she hurried back to her carriage.

Allowing a little time Hawk left the closet to make his way to his carriage only to overhear Charlie talking to Prue though he was unable to see them. 

"Damn it all old girl you can't keep treating your step-mama like that," Charlie exclaimed.

"Oh Charlie she is such a disgrace and he is so much younger than her," Hawk heard Prue's petulant voice.

"But Dearest, their adults," Charlie spoke forcefully.

"Yes adults like we are," Prue purred as Hawk heard Charlie's groan of pleasure.

Hawk was able to carefully duck his head around the carriage door to see Charlie's head buried into Prue's chest and he licked at her naked breasts. Watching the two Hawk was enthralled as he gazed on Prue's white breasts topped with coral nipples. Her eyes seemed to gleam with lust and her hand seemed to move along Charlie's legs in a most suggestive manner. 

"You like that don't you my dear. You get so big when I rub you like that. You do like that don't you," she asked with the lilt of innocence in her voice. Hawk saw her rubbing along his trousers faster as she spoke and the man literally devoured the breasts that he was being offered.

"Damn it, yes," the man growled and then all that Hawk heard was panting that rose in pitch and quickness. After some minutes he heard the low keening groan of a man cuming and he realised that Prue had literally held Charlie in her hand and had given him relief without giving herself. Before they could see him Hawk ducked behind the door before the couple could see him.

Thinking over what he had heard Hawk made his way back to his carriage and reached for the maps of Uganda that he had obtained in Nairobi.

v

After the overheard conversation there was little to do but to watch the savanna turn to highlands and then to dense scrubby forest as they made their way to Port Florence on Lake Victoria and the ferry that would take them to Port Bell and the final stage of their journey to the Mountains of the Moon. As the train slowly chugged into the station Sir Henry pointed out a compact middle-aged man who was smoking a briar pipe in silence.

"Our guide John Carter. Lord Greystoke recommended him, said he was the best hunter and guide he could think of other than Quartermain," Sir Henry remarked and then stepped off the train to greet the man with a firm handshake.

As the others stepped off the train they met with the the quiet man. When he was introduced to the American he shook his hand slowly and firmly, while he did so Carter's eyes locked on his and he felt the brown eyes strip him to his very soul. He must have liked what he saw for he broke out into a broad smile and then moved onto the ladies who he treated with complete courtesy.

The man did not seem to be anything special being dressed in non-descript khaki but there was something about his presence that suggested both reliability and ability. Hawk as he considered the man decided that he liked the man. As he watched Carter he became aware of eyes staring at him turning quickly he looked at a powerfully built black man who was weighing him up. When the man saw Hawk watching him his face he broke out into a broad smile and winked at the American.

Hawk wondered about this man as he wondered who he was and then he smelt the powerful odour of Carter's pipe behind him.

"That is Jok Mr Masterson, he is the leader of the bearers and my friend," the man's lilting lowland Scots accent filled Hawk's ear.

Hawk turned to find the guide behind him his eyes watching the young American with a hardness in them as though he was weighing up the man. Hawk met the gaze with imperturbability and spoke clearly and softly to the man in front of him.

"Is that a problem do you think Mr Carter?"

"Only if you make it one," the soft Scottish brogue replied and then the guide turned away to Sir Henry to confirm the supplies and equipment he had brought from Nairobi.

From that point on the party was swept up with boarding the old ferry that still carried its old wartime paint and iron work. Old it might have been but it left the port on time and slowly chugged it's path to Port Bell where the party made its way to Kampala and the Governor's residence where they were greeted with friendship since Sir Henry and the Governor were great friends.

That night Connie sneaked into Hawk's bedroom and stripping her clothes from her body she joined the naked man beneath the mosquito net. Pushing him back onto his back she took his cock in her hands and stroked it carefully until it was strong and hard for her when she straddled his body and rode his cock with sureness and vigour. Enjoying the sensations Hawk thrust and ground against her cunt and cupped her breasts so that he could pinch her nipples mercilessly. The muscles of her cunt gripped his cock and stroked it as he felt it slip and slide in and out of her wet hole.

Quickly he felt her cunt squirt and cum, as she did she let of a low groan of exquisite pleasure. As she came she rode him faster and harder until unable to hold off any longer Hawk's cock exploded and his cum shot deep into her cunt. Satisfied she slipped her body against Hawks and softly stroked his flaccid cock.

"So what do you think of our guide?" she asked with not a little lust in her voice.

"Seems to know his stuff but I think he seems threatened by me," Hawk remarked.

"Oh was it that remark about Jok. Don't let it bother you too much Henry told me that Jok saved Mr Carter's life and they are in fact considered to be sworn brothers. From what Henry said Mr Carter has been in numerous fights over the matter and he believes most people to be only too willing to discriminate against himself and Jok," Connie remarked with little concern.

Though seeming to take have little concern for the man Hawk noticed that Connie had began to stroke his cock faster until he was again hard and ready for her but this time instead of riding him she craddled his body and pushed her cunt into his face. Grabbing hold of her hips he lifted his head and drove his tongue into her cum filled cunt. As he licked her he concentrated on licking and caressing the lips. He felt to crevices and crinkles of the flesh as he slid his tongue along the hair clad flesh and he felt her cunt spasming as it gushed cum through the lips he was kissing so expertly.

While he licked at her cunt he felt his cock slip into her mouth and the lips dart up and down the fleshy spear. This time she did not aim have him cuming too quickly but squeezed the base of his cock when it seemed that he was about to cum. With this teasing driving him on he used his fingers and opened the lips wide so that he was able to find her clit easily and then make her cum with incredible ease. 

For the next fifteen minutes they both played and licked at each other's bodies until Connie released Hawk's cock by now purple with the need to cum and cum shot into her mouth. Cum that she greedily swallowed. Sated they both lay on the bed listening to the sounds of the African bush steal through the open window. Softly they fell into a deep sleep until woken by the sound of servants preparing for the start of the day. Silently Connie left Hawk's room. 

Before the man could fall asleep again Hawk heard the shrill sound of a woman laughing and padding naked to the shuttered window he gazed down to see a naked woman burst through the bushes only to squeal as strong black arms wrapped about her waist and dragged her down into grass. Next to her Hawk saw the naked man begin to nuzzle her breasts something that she responded to very favourably. The moon was then hidden by a cloud and he heard the grunts and squeals of an energetic fucking.

Suddenly the moon came out of the clouds and Hawk was amazed to see both a white and a black man being pleasured and pleasuring the woman. At the same time as seeing the trio Hawk realised that it was Carter, Jok and a woman. He saw Jok's powerful naked body between the woman's legs and his buttocks rhythmically clenching and releasing as he drove his cock into her cunt. He must have been doing well since the woman mewled with pleasure as she took the Guide's cock between her lips and he pumped his firm flesh into her mouth.

The moon again disappeared and all Hawk heard was the satisfied grunts of the men cuming and then the woman's squeal of pleasure. When the moon again appeared Hawk watched the three naked people walking towards the huts in the distance. Tired Hawk returned to his bed and fell into an exhausted sleep.  

All too quickly the time sped by as they departed Kampala and made their way along the dirt roads to Fort Portal and the gateway to the Mountains. For the next couple of weeks they slowly made their way over the raw earth roads that had been carved through the dense bush. From Fort Portal it was making their way to the southwest with the bearers Jok had hired. Bearers who seemed more fearful with each mile they moved towards their destination. Hawk felt more alive than he had for many a day as he rode and learnt from the guide. He and Connie would every now and again find a hidden place and make love in the green African scrub.

Each day the Mountains grew closer until they were almost on top of the foothills. A place from which they would begin their march into the mysterious heights before them. Everyone of the party felt great excitement and trepidation as they gazed on the grey peaks before them. Sir Henry wiped his eyes as he wept tears of joy as he looked at the goal of his expedition.

It was then that Connie suggested that she needed a bath and she and Hawk left the camp. 

vi

As Hawk reached for his clothes he suddenly heard a deep growl above him. Slowly he glanced upwards into the burning yellow eyes of a leopard looking down at him ready to pounce. Naked save for his underwear he slowly reached for the gun only to realise that it was well out of his reach. All that was near him was a large knife that was peeking from under his clothes. A sudden gasp made him realise that Connie had seen the beast and she was desperately trying to scramble out of the waterhole.

At the same time as Connie made her movement the leopard leapt towards her. Realising that he had only seconds before the great cat could seize the panicking woman Hawk swept up the knife into his hand and jumped towards the springing beast. There was a fierce snarl as Hawk crunched into the beast and sliced through flesh with his sharp blade. Winded both man and cat landed on the muddy bank and turned to face each other but it was the cat with its hellish yellow eyes that sprang first its claws extended and its teeth exposed as it shot towards the crouched man his knife held before him in his hand.

Then almost in slow motion the beast struck Hawk and pushed him into the mud as it tried to rip out his throat with his fangs. Claws left furrows of red as blood poured along them. The pain ratcheted through Hawk's body as he thrust again and again into the bloodied chest of the leopard. In the background he heard Connie screaming for help as he watched the fangs descend to his face and neck.

To Be Continued 



Sheba: Solomon's Lost City Pt. 02



The story so far: Captain Hawk Masterson of the air corps on leave in London was convinced by Sir Henry Shelby to go on an expedition with him to the fabled Mountains of the Moon in East Africa.

Along the way he develops an affair with the free-thinking wife of Sir Henry, Connie. Later in British East Africa he met Sir Henry's daughter Prue and her fiance Charlie. Prue took an active dislike to Hawk based on her loyalty to her father.

Just before they are to start their trek into the mountains Hawk and Connie making love in a pool of cool water are attacked by a leopard...

*

Trapped in a Green Hell

i

As the yellowed fangs snarled soundlessly into his face Hawk tried to press the mouth away from his throat using the heel of his hand. Taken by surprise the jaws of the beast were deflected along his cheek and Hawk felt blood running along the scar created by the razor sharp teeth. As Hawk smelt the fetid breath of the leopard his right hand found and clenched the hilt of the knife.

He struck the great cat's flank with lethal ferocity allowing the blade to sink into the chest cavity of the great cat and between the protecting ribs.

The beast let out a hideous squeal of anger and pain and lashed out again with his claws raking Hawk's side. As the leopard struck so did the man this time his blow split the beast's heart and Hawk watched as the life left the cat's eyes. Gasping for breath Hawk suddenly heard the sound of other people near him and felt the body of the leopard being lifted from his body.

Suddenly he was looking into the hard brown eyes of John Carter who was kneeling beside him and shouting orders to the others.

"God damn you, we need bandages and bearers here! Jok take care of them and if anyone here isn't here to help, tell them to go back to the camp," the man looked down and Hawk and smiled grimly.

"Well Mr Masterson you'll have a few scars but you'll live laddie. As long as you don't bleed to death. By God laddie that was something I have never seen before a naked man except for a knife killing a full-grown healthy leopard. Jok where are those bearers!!" 

As the man called out his question Hawk passed into the darkness of sleep.

Light flooded into the tent as the flap was pulled open as Hawk opened his eyes. Blinking rapidly he made out Connie's form as she bent over him. 

"How long have I been asleep," he whispered through dry lips. 

Connie started and then smiled at the younger man, "Two days but you are looking a lot better. We're still at the river waiting to cross. Do you need anything?"

"Would like some water," he mumbled. 

Connie bent over his body bringing her breasts to his face as she poured out a cup of water and then held it for him as he carefully sipped the contents. The cool water seemed to be liquid gold as it poured down his throat. Feeling satisfied he propped himself up in the cot and curled his hands about Connie's waist.

"Well you must be feeling better but we shouldn't overdo it," Connie said softly.

Even as she spoke she pulled back the sheets covering his body and began to rub his cock though the cotton of his underwear. Quickly it rose and she exposed it to her lustful gaze. 

Turning to the man she said,"Thank you for rescuing me from that beast."

Then before he could speak she had bent over his cock which slipped between her full lips. He was pushed back onto the bed and felt his cock slip in and out of the woman's mouth as she sucked expertly on the hard rod. She used her tongue to massage and tease him so that he would last longer. Even so his cock was soon erupting with cum as she licked and sucked each drop into her mouth.

"I have to say that I am glad to see that you have not been injured there my dear," Connie observed archly as she held his flaccid member. Then she continued," Best join us in about an hour for some dinner. That is if you are up to it."

Hawk slowly dressed and gathered his wits. His wounds felt sore but he knew that he would soon be over them, with his youthful body shrugging off the weakness and he wondered what would happen next. Stepping into the lazy afternoon sun he found the others waiting for him.

"Good to see you up and about," Charlie said happily.

Prue merely glanced at him with her lips pursed. Sir Henry grasped the man by the hand and made him wince as his stitches were pulled.

"Hawk good to see you up and about, that means we can start tomorrow into the foothills. Damned bearers have it into their minds the place is cursed and its been a trouble keeping them from running away. That Jok keeps them in line and seeing his style he scares me by Jove.''

"Nonsense Sir Henry they recognise Jok as being a prince of his people which he is, a proper Zulu prince he is and we are lucky he is here. Good to see you up Laddie," the guide greeted Hawk warmly with a tight smile.

As the others talked over the wildebeest stew that had been created Hawk listened and gained the impression that each of them had been shaken by the leopard attack and wanted to press on before anything else happened. As the dusk turned into the night the bearers began their singing, harmonious chanting that seemed to greet the stars as they entered the darkening skies. It was during this chanting that Hawk began to nod off only to be shaken awake by Prue who said in a kinder voice than usual.

"Time for bed Mr Masterson."

When she said this she looked at Hawk in a manner that he felt was almost lustful. Perhaps Charlie must have noticed it because he was near them within seconds and though he was solicitous of his health Hawk believed that he was also taking care that Prue did not do anything untoward. Staggering to his bunk Hawk stripped his clothes from his body and sank into a deep exhausted sleep.

He felt the flap of the tent open and the figure standing above him in the night. Though still recovering his senses seemed to be preternaturally alert and he had woken without a sound. He felt the hands slide the sheet away from his body and then the soft womanly hands touched his body. Slowly and with exquisite care her fingers seemed to explore each ridged muscle over his stomach and his chest. The fingers touched his nipples and felt them stir and he sighed deeply making the woman stop until she went back to thinking him still asleep.

Hawk wondered why Prue was here he had recognised her form in the dim moonlight. He wondered if he should demand her reasons for being here but decided against it as he felt her fingers slide their way to his groin. He wondered if the girl's attitude had been because she had been jealous of Connie and she had wanted him. Then she touched his pubic hair and softly combed her fingers through it and she sighed deeply. As she touched his body he saw in the dim light that had broken into the tent that she had pushed her hand into her skirts and was no doubt frigging her cunt energetically. He heard a stifled groan and wanting to see how far the woman would go he stayed silent. Still his body ached from the attack and he groaned and stretched his body so that his half-erect cock touched her fingers.

Taken by surprise she stopped and waited as though she expected Hawk to rise up and angrily demand answers from her, when he didn't but seemed to go back to sleep she slowly continued. Her hand began to again touch his half-erect cock. Lightly it seemed to float over his supremely sensitive skin, skin that stretched and filled as blood flowed into his growing and hardening cock.

As his cock grew her hands slipped along its length and even formed a soft ring about the head of this fleshy spear and it slowly moved up and down his aching, demanding cock. Now he wanted to make it known that he was awake and make her take his cock in her virgin mouth before he fucked her cunt and tore her maidenhead away. Yet he did not and allowed Prue to explore without making it known that he was awake though she surely must have known by now he was awake. 

He felt her petticoats being pushed further aside as she delved deeply into her cunt, feeling the slippery juice covered flesh and then pushing her finger into the hot hole with increasing desperation. With her rising passion she no longer cared about trying to keep Hawk from waking and she seized the man's hard cock firmly in her small fist and began to pump it with increasing violence. A groan escaped her throat and she shuddered and Hawk realised that she was cuming and he imagined her finger rubbing and exploring her erect clit and as he thought of it his cock exploded with cum shooting from his cock onto her hand and his belly.

Gasping as she realised that he must be awake she ran from his tent into the night and Hawk wondered if he should follow the woman only to decide not to. He found a rag to wipe the cum from his body and cock and settled back to sleep. As he did so he wondered why the woman had joined him tonight after the hostility she had shown to him previously. Just before he slipped back into sleep he decided to say nothing about what had occurred this night.

ii

The morning dawned with brilliant shades of organdy, pink and red as Hawk left the tent and walked into the organised chaos of a camp being struck. Grabbing a cup of coffee and a plate of food he sat on one of the canvas chairs and ate slowly. Both John and Jok were busy as the bearers were organised to take those things that were being stacked onto the waggons to be sent back to Fort Portal. As he watched the busyness about him Hawk was joined by the others including Prue who seemed to be avoid his gaze though he would often see her look towards him when she thought he wasn't looking at her.

Finally refreshed and ready the party began their safari into the mountains that lay ahead. There seemed to be a change as soon as they crossed the stream where Hawk and Connie had been attacked. Though none of them could have pointed to anything different in the fresh abundant vegetation or the cries of the birds in the air there seemed something more sinister in the air as they travelled along the pathways along the ridges Hawk felt that they were being watched and followed. 

Yet even as they were oppressed by the sense of being watched along the path that Sir Henry's map guided them along they would find ancient marks of civilisation. A civilisation that had left these signs to decay in these jungle clad mountains. Though excited by the finds each of them felt the unvoiced dread of something evil watching them as the slowly snaked through the overgrown paths. 

When Hawk mentioned this to John, John's answer surprised him.

"I've counted about six of them and they are very good laddie both Jok and I have tried to catch them but they seem to know all the tricks. What I am worried about at the moment laddie are the bearers they've been spooked by that leopard when we went back to the waterhole it wasn't there and they think it may have been a shape-shifter or some such nonsense, Jok's had to knock a few heads to see if he can get some sense into them," with that the guide spoke no more but went about the business of setting up the camp. 

Later he did remark that he was surprised how rugged and different the mountains seemed to the other times he had been here," It's as hough their an entirely different place laddie," he stopped as though thinking and then continued," I can't find the landmarks I know in these mountains, they seem wilder and larger than they should be."

After that he ceased speaking and refused to be drawn anymore into the discussion. 

For the next three days the party moved through the forest clad peaks and ridges as they followed the overgrown paths that led through the verdant growth. In places they rose over razor backed peaks only to plunge almost vertically downwards along primeval gullies that ended with roaring waterfalls. Where the paths failed they cut their way by hand through the steep slopes. Yet even in these places they had the sharp impression that they were still being watched. With each step the bearers grew restive and the others realised that an explosion was soon to come. Hawk and the other men of the party began to wear sidearms and ensured that there were at least two of them each time they were away from the others.

Yet as they moved through the jungle they found increasing evidence that people had once been here and this time the evidence was recent, a path beaten out by feet, forest cut back and at one place steps carved into granite.

"Damn this!" the guide exploded as he found an arrowhead in the path they were travelling.

Hawk had never heard the guide as angry as this and he looked at the man quizzically. 

"Their playing with us, making us snappy and waiting for the right time to attack ," the man explained wearily.

"Attack us?" Hawk asked.

Yes attack us, if they were friendly they would have contacted us by now. Expect things to go to hell quickly laddie," and with that comment the Scotsman turned back to the bearers who had stopped once more their faces etched with their terror at what could lie ahead as they travelled further into the mountains.

The forecast attack came barely ten minutes after the men had talked about the possibility as the party began another steep ascent though this time the track seemed wider and easier than many they had travelled over. The first anyone knew of anything was happening was the gurgled scream of a porter as he slid to the ground grasping frantically at his throat. Hurrying over to him Hawk pulled him to his feet only to see the dart sticking from his throat and his purple tongue slack in his mouth. As he turned to the others more bearers went down gasping and groaning as arrows and darts shot from the dense growth fencing the narrow path that led upwards.

Screams began as the men and women broke for cover. Hawk's instincts took over and he dove into the undergrowth only to collide with a muscular brown body who turned on him with a snarl. Hawk stared into the face that turned to him and shuddered. It seemed more beast than man and he reacted without thought to the threat offered. 

The sharp bang of Hawk's revolver answered the snarl and the creature's body spun away from the young American. Other bangs from rifles and revolvers began to fill the air, here and there they were answered with screams of pain and rage. Just as Hawk turned to make his way to the party and try to link up with the others two of the beasts carrying short stabbing spears in their hands charged at Hawk who raised his revolver and drew a line on the chest of one of these beast men.

Another sharp bang doubled the bestial body over but running and diving his companion drove into Hawk's form. The momentum of the striking body threw Hawk to the ground and sent his gun whirling into the air. The ugly face of the bestial man snarled into Hawks showing the vicious yellow incisors that he tried to use by ripping out Hawk's throat. 

Using one hand to push away the raging jaws as he seized the knife from his belt which he desperately drove under the chin and into brain. Shaking the dead man from his body Hawk rose into a crouching posture and thinking swiftly decided to circle the path and the attackers and attack on them from behind. 

Moving cautiously Hawk started to move through the dense undergrowth only to have another of the beast-men suddenly spring in front of him. The man also carried a short stabbing spear and advanced carefully. This man knew how to kill and his yellow teeth were bared in a rictus as he aimed to strike at Hawk who only held his knife. He advanced silently in short steps trying to Hawk push back into the undergrowth and hamper his movements. As he moved so did Hawk weighing each move and step trying to determine how to beat the man who aimed to kill him.

Suddenly realising his solution he reversed his blade and threw the knife at the creature's bared chest. Yet as he did this the beast-man burst into explosive action and flew towards the crouched American. Two steps were made when the blade sliced through the ebony skin of the man's chest and buried itself into his heart but even as it did so the body now dead crashed into Hawk sending him reeling, the spear cut open a scar along his shoulder and Hawk's head collided with a rock throwing him into the blackness of insensibility. 

Along the path battle was rapidly turning against the party. Though they had seen Hawk swept into the brush along the track they had barely time to register the warriors jumping down the path their bestial faces screaming a bestial scream. The screaming bearers panicked and blocked the rifles in the hands of Sir Henry, Charlie and the guide from mowing down the horde descending on their party. Only Jok who had been separated from the rest of the party was causing death as he sprung into the flailing beast-men. His assegai stabbing and spearing with ruthless efficiency, it's head dripping with the blood of those who he had slain or wounded. 

Then he tripped over the body of a man he had just slain. Desperately he tried to rise as the men surrounded him and he expected nothing but death. With just bare moments till his death Jok waited. Suddenly a volley of shots rang out as the guide with Charlie in tow charged into the mass of the beasts to save his brave Zulu friend. Now instead of firing their guns they used the stocks as clubs driving the bestial warriors back and recovering the winded man. Slowly they backed away from the warriors who seemed busier in their capturing and leading away the bearers who had surrendered meekly to the beasts that had attacked.

"What about Hawk?" Connie breathed holding onto a grey Sir Henry as the men retired using their guns to hold away the warriors who circled the men and women.

"If the laddie's still alive he will try to get back to us. What I am worried about is that we don't have much ammunition, the rest was with the bearers," the guide remarked.

"While there's a chance you must get the women away John," Sir Henry declared bravely as he gasped for breath.

"Henry no! You have to come with us," Connie said.

"Too old to run through a jungle, old girl. Best you and Prue get going," the grey-faced man whispered.

"Father we can't leave you," Prue said with steely determination.

Before the debate could continue the jungle moved sharply as a column of warriors moved down along the path and onto the small party. However instead of the squat ugly male warriors this column was made of beautiful black naked women who carried shields and short stabbing spears efficiently before their Amazon-like bodies. They moved with a menacing air of silence and stepped quickly over the bodies along the path.

"Too many to fight here we need to run," Jok remarked with a cold precision that everyone realised was an accurate reflection of their predicament.

The guide nodded and gave his command, "Your right of course. Charlie will give a volley on my command who will take care of Sir Henry, Jok and I will get the women out. Don't try to be heroes head through the bush to the north and don't wait for anyone." 

Turning back to watch the warrior women marching towards them he called out," Here they come!! Fire!!"

The sound of gunshot was deafening even though the close bush deadened part of the noise and made the attackers halt in confusion as warriors fell bleeding. Yet even as they fell they remained silent and others took their place quickly. The party taking their chance broke and fled into the dense undergrowth. Realising that their prey was trying to escape the women split into groups and slipped expertly into the dense forest and began their hunt for the fugitives. 

All too quickly they found their first victims. Coming on Charlie, Sir Henry and a defiant Prue they closed on the hapless trio. Prue sobbed yet remained steadfast with the others she was determined to stay with her father. Desperately they tried to make their way along the steep slope that led to the north.




Sheba: Solomon's Lost City Pt. 02



Struggling along the treacherous footing Charlie lagged to the rear to cover their desperate retreat and moved slowly scanning for the sign of pursuit. Though skilled in bush-craft the man did not hear the naked women pass by him and wait in ambush further up the slope. The first he realised that he had walked into a trap was when a dark shadow stood up next to him and the bronze blade of her spear rammed into his skull knocking him to the ground bleeding profusely from the head and without movement.

"Charlie. Nooooooo!!!!!!!!" Prue screamed as she saw her fiance fall the blade being pulled from his head. As she screamed the warrior women closed about her and her father who offered no resistance and without a word bound their hands to lead them away into a desperate fate neither could imagine. 

As their captives were led away two women remained behind, drew knives of volcanic glass and moved towards the prone man who lay as though he was dead. As they moved one of the women clawed at her throat before crashing into the ground only to be followed by her choking partner who also clawed frantically at her throat. Silence descended on the scene until the bushes near Charlie began to shake.

iii

A dirt-streaked Prue wept as she sat on the ground until a naked warrior near her struck her severely across the face and then laughed at the look of surprise that replaced the pain. Realising that she could be further punished for making noise Prue began to observe what was happening around them. Looking at their captives it was almost as though they were two species. The men were a dark chocolate brown and wore buckskin loincloths that barely covered their generous cocks and muscular buttocks. 

Yet it was looking into their faces that sent shivers through Prue's body, they looked almost apelike, their brows sloped back and their teeth protruded out above a receding chin. When one of the men saw Prue looking at him he laughed and pulled aside his loin cloth and began to masturbate in front of her, his leers communicating what he wanted with her. Blushing she found that she could not turn away but watched as the man pumped his callused hand along his cock and used his bestial eyes to rape and intimidate her. His yellowed fangs were bared in a rictus of pleasure.

Suddenly he went flying across the path onto a bush snarling as he rose to his feet to be confronted by one of the Amazon warriors who towered above the man. She laughed as her hand slapped across his face the sound of it like the shot from a gun. He rocked back and reached for his spear only to be stop and rubbing his sore jaw he moved away fear showing at his eyes. 

If the man was more than half a beast then this couldn't be said about the woman. Unlike the men they had the same black colouring that was often seen in a resident of Abyssinia a black ebony that seemed to suck in the light. Yet with that came the noble looks that they also had, the thin nose and sharp cheek bones, each had the the arrogance of nobility and they stood over six inches above each of the men. They shaved their heads so they lacked any hair either on top or above their eyes that seemed to be a vivid white in their black visages, this gave them the look of demons more than people and a shudder passed through Prue's body again. Naked their bodies were whipsaw lean pulsing with muscle and ferocity. They held their weapons with a natural ability that communicated their ability with the tool.

Each woman sported magnificent breasts that thrust like cones into the air and some wore jewelry attached to the nipple. Prue became obsessively interested in these women and she saw that they were bare of hair between their legs and that some had glittering chains and hooks that hung from the bared lips that were uncovered. As she looked at them she had not realised that they were considering her until a particularly magnificent woman her nipples and cunt lips dripping with chains and uncut gems stood before her. Taking her face between her thumb and forefinger she used her other hand to trace an outline as though convincing herself that this woman was real. 

When she laughed the sound of it filled Prue with dread and taking the young woman's clothes in a hand she ripped them slowly from her body only stopping now and again to touch and play with the woman's breasts and nipples that she uncovered. The warrior found it extremely funny when Prue cried in pain as she twisted the blonde woman's nipples with a casual cruelty. Hearing a noise behind her she turned her head to see other women stripping her father of his clothes and when she tried to move towards him the woman in front of her sent a powerful fist into her stomach doubling her over so that she fell to her knees in the dirt.

Crawling in the dust she saw the bearers being stripped naked and then felt her remnants of her dress torn away so that she was entirely unclothed before these cruel women. Pain slashed through her back and she pulled her head up to see men carrying long thin rods cut from thorn bushes whipping the captives, making them form into a line where they tied them with biting knots together amongst them they included Prue. Satisfied that they were all firmly bound together the men raised the thorn wands and stoked them almost lazily across the backs and buttocks of their captives driving them up the ridge.

Some staggered and fell including Prue and her father only to feel the sharp tap of the thorns and they rose quickly and staggered along the narrow pathways and goat tracks that they taken over. Prue found each step a burden that seemed to weigh on her even more than she could have imagined as she tried to push herself and her father along the steep and difficult paths. Prue feared that her father had lost his sanity as he spoke of Connie and the others as though they were still with him. He looked so grey and withdrawn, in fact Prue feared he would not survive this march.

As the others grew tired they fell only to be beaten by the cruelly cutting thorn whips of the laughing guards who seemed to take delight as they inflicted pain upon the prisoners. Those who fell would be beaten until they rose and staggered onwards. Once a man fell twice and refusing to move the guards beat him to a bloody pulp in front of the other captives eyes as a lesson. A lesson that brought fear to each heart as they were driven towards their grim fates.

With no shoes the rocks that she walked over cut into Prue's feet so that she would leave bloody footprints on the path to mix with the blood of others as she dragged along the suffering Sir Henry but she continued realising that should she cease or let him go they would be slain without pity or compassion by their beastly guards. Indeed the beasts would have slain them but for their fear of the naked Amazons that ran past them scouting and guarding their path, that stopped the guards from stopping and killing the bearers, Prue and her father after inflicting unspeakable depravities upon them. Prue could easily see that the men wanted to ravish her battered but beautiful naked form. What also scared her was that the Amazons were also looking at her in the same way and she strangely found herself excited by their interest.

Staggering through jungle strewn valleys and over rocky ridges they finally came to their destination as the sun began to set in front of them dazzling them until they enter a shadow. Then they gazed into a valley that centred around a thriving village protected by both thorn bush wall and the remnants of an ancient stone wall. Mud brick houses sat next to decrepit stone buildings that dripped with moss and ivy but spoke of a civilisation old, vital and powerful. The houses were clustered around a high rocky outcrop that could have been considered natural but for the form that reared on the top of the hill, when you looked at that you realised that the whole hill must have been made by hand.

Built into the rocky outcrop was an artificial entrance built of the dark diorite that made the walls of the ridges that formed a natural wall around the village and its inhabitants. Looking at the entrance Prue realised that it was shaped into the form of a giant ape's head that was thrown back as though it was roaring out a challenge to anyone foolish enough to challenge its mastery. Sharp fangs formed the gateway columns. Indeed it was a sinister doorway to the earth beneath the village of the beast-men and amazons.

Naked the captives were pushed through the village and into corrals like the cattle they were considered. Famished and hungry the bearers fell onto the troughs of water that waited for them. Falling to their knees they drank like animals and crawled to corners where they lay whimpering and hoped for some peace from their captivity. Prue's heroic heart quailed before such cowardly behaviour and leaving her father far from the others she found a small shard of pottery that she filled with water and brought over to her father so he could drink. The bearers fled from Prue as she came near them feeling ashamed of their own cowardice and recognising her true nobility. In the sun her hair seemed to shine like a gold crown and she walked like a queen amongst them even though she was as naked as they were. 

As the last rays of the sun touched the mud and thorn walls of the village she saw the wooden gates closing and cutting them off from the world outside and the hope of any escape.

iv

As the night settled. Darkness spread brought with it the comforting hope of escape. Jok slowly moved along the slope using the cover of the bushes as he searched for signs of the warriors hunting the trio. Making no sound he appeared only as a darker shadow amongst many shadows that formed in the night. The Amazons had hunted them for over four hours using their considerable skills. Both Jok and John Carter used every trick they could, keeping to the rock so as not to make footprints, they had wandered through streams in an effort to lose their cunning hunters staining their skins with mud to remove scent but it had only been after this last hour the hunters had been lost and both the guide and Jok considered that it had been more by good luck than good design that this had been the case.

Fleeing the Amazons both Jok and the guide had fought desperately, sometimes hand to hand as they had made their way through the forest, the strongly built women had thrown themselves at the fleeing men with reckless abandon in an effort to hinder them for a short time so that the others of their regiment could catch up and take them. Both men had wounds from the struggles they had undergone and they were now feeling the strain. Connie shocked had retreated from the others and had wept silently once they had found their place of refuge though in their flight she had fought as valiantly as either of the men. 

Satisfied that they were safe for the time being Jok moved carefully to the deep overhang over which a waterfall ran. It was under this waterfall that the others sheltered. Though Jok moved silently the guide held in his hand a stabbing spear that he had taken from one of the Amazons he had slain and was ready to use it to protect his freedom. As he saw who it was he relaxed though remained vigilant in their damp refuge. Silently he fed the small smokeless fire and nodded to the sleeping woman her clothes now in shreds. The cave itself echoed with the roar of the water rushing over the rocks outside.

"They seem to have gone," the Zulu chief said softly," The woman is asleep, good."

"Did you see the others?" the low Scots brogue asked.

"No they seem to be going to the southwest. They seem to have taken the bodies," Jok said bleakly.

Grunting the men watched the fire crackle and burn throwing shadows over the walls. Suddenly Connie started and screamed in terror, in an instant the guide was at her side and had his hand over her mouth stifling further cries. As she settled he eased her over to the fire which she stared into as though without any other thought in her mind. She shivered and being without blankets the man embraced her trying to give her some of his warmth. Desperately she held them and began to speak softly at first and then in a keening lament.

"Their dead, their all dead........" Connie repeated as she rocked back and forth her body. As they had fled their clothing had been ripped so much they were virtually naked and in Connie's case a cloth band was wrapped about her voluptuous breasts and voluptuous hips. It was fortunate that the night was warm so they would not be freezing. 

Realising that they needed to comfort the woman and feeling his passions as Connie's body touched his Jok covered her mouth with his own. With the touch of his lips to hers Connie kissed him back in return and pushed her body even harder against his. Her passions burned with the need to express the life she felt burning through her body after their almost miraculous escape. She felt her kiss returned with the same need. As she felt John move she turned and kissed his lips as her hands rubbed Jok's cock through the remnants of his ragged trousers. After the despair of the battle the three seemed to become locked into the need of a primal physical release that emphasized their lives.

Hands pushed down the cloth band about her breasts exposing the hardened nipples to the air. She did not know who did this but she enjoyed the feel of the fingers that pressed and played with her erect nipples. Making the pink nubs grow ever harder. As they played with her breasts she moved her kisses from one face to another. Her own hands stroked hard cock through the ragged cloth stoking ever higher the passions and lusts that seemed to fill the air.

With infinite tenderness she touched the flesh through the cloth and then she was pulled the covering to one side so that she could enjoy the feel of hard, strong flesh pulsing in her fingers. She felt John move around her so that he was against her back as she massaged Jok's cock. Though not as large as Hawk's giant sized cock it was larger than many she had used before so she enjoyed feeling the size and width of it in her hands. 

As she rubbed the man's cock she felt its heat seep into her body and smelt the arousing rich meaty scent of the hard spear. As she caressed and stroked Jok's cock John behind her guided her onto her hands and knees and pulled the remnants of her skirt over her hips. This left her sensually rounded ass cheeks gleaming in the flickering light of the fire. Between them the Scot saw the lightly furred cunt, a cunt that burnt with need and she moved it through the air as though wishing it filled with cock. Even as she felt the need she felt the man's fingers opening the desire filled lips and slipping in a finger against which the woman humped energetically.

Connie sighed deeply as she felt her cunt invaded, it felt so good to have her needs met. She wanted to scream with the pleasure that washed through her body but her mouth had been gagged as Jok's cock was pushed in and out of the woman's willing mouth. He seemed wider than she thought he had been. He grunted with pleasure as she used her tongue to wash the cock of the precum that coated to head. Teasingly she slipped it over the slit at the tip and he shuddered with the intense pleasure. Slipping his cock from her mouth she gently nibbled and caressed his large balls with her lips allowing her teeth to brush against them. 

Playing with his cock she pumped her hand along its length every now and again allowing her thumb to slip over the sensitive head. Suddenly she stiffened as she felt John's hard cock slide effortlessly into her dripping cunt. Like Jok's it was larger than most but thinner than the Zulu's which she held and sometimes took into her mouth. The feel as the flesh filled her hot cunt tipped her into intense pleasure and she shuddered again as her orgasm shot through her body. 

His cock felt so good as she tried to massage it with the muscles in her cunt. Jok's cock was again in her mouth and she felt it pumping ferociously. His hands cradled her head so that she could not escape from his thrusting cock. Her head filled with delight as she realised that she was pleasing these men so well. She had felt a shock as she realised that she had been useless during the battle though the men would have profoundly disagreed with her had she told them that. Every now and again she felt the guilt almost overwhelm her as she thought of Henry, Hawk and even Prue in the hands of the savages who had attacked them.

Yet even as she considered these things the hands caressing her body, the cock sliding in and out of her hot cunt in rhythmic precision and the cock in her mouth drove away the thoughts, drove away the feeling of her inadequacies to give her purpose and filled her with a pleasure that even the hard rock floor could not remove. Orgasms shot through her from her cunt, when John squeezed her nipples with his fingers it sent little electric bolts through her body and she ground her cunt even harder against his thrusting cock. 

Jok continued to plunge his cock in and out of her mouth and he held her head in tender fingers until with a pleased grunt she felt that familiar twitching of a cock that was exploding with cum. Pulling away from her mouth and using his hands he pumped the cum from his cock into her face. It shot from his dark flesh in a perfect arc of cream to land on her creamy flesh and run down her face in rivulets, when it reached her full red lips she would lick each drop into her mouth and swallow the salty liquid.

Then just as Jok had finished she felt the same spasming in her cunt as John's cock began to cum. Again it was pulled from her drooling orifice and John shot his cum over her back and full ass cheeks until there was nothing more to squeeze from the flesh. Sated the men settled back and began to rub the cum into her writhing body, their fingers brushing the sensitive orifices and not allowing her to rest from their exertions. Sometimes they would use their mouths and tongues instead of her fingers as she screamed her needs.

Slowly the massage slowed and then stopped as tiredness took the trio into an exhausted sleep in each others arms. Outside the waterfall gushed over the rocks shattering the silence of the jungle and their hunters tried to futilely find their spoor in the dark. Once there had been a group of the Amazon warriors near the hidden cave but they saw nothing and moved on under the full moon.

v

Charlie tried to struggle from the soft furs he lay on only to be pushed back firmly onto the comfortable bed. He reached up to his head and found that his head had been bandaged in such a way that he was blindfolded to everything around him. When he touched the rough cloth that was wrapped about his head another hand slapped it away. His head rang as though it was a bell.

"You were fortunate man of pale skin that the spear did not poke out your eye," a soft female voice spoke to him in a barely comprehensible dialect of Swahili.

With the realisation that there was a woman with him and that he was quite naked tried to cover his cock from her sight. His efforts brought a delighted musical laugh and her sultry voice again. 

"Oh man of pale skin are all your men so ashamed of their nakedness. Did not the Great God give us our bodies to enjoy and allow others to enjoy them. No do not answer," as she spoke she laid her finger across his lips and then continued as her small hand drew away the hand that covered his cock," No more of this foolishness do you think that Nyamate has not seen a naked man before, aye even one as handsome and well-built as you."

Charlie felt his skin blush with the last comment especially as he could feel her hot breath on his cock. What was worse was the fact that his cock was responding to her breathing and was growing hard. As it grew she stifled a giggle.




Sheba: Solomon's Lost City Pt. 02



"Well your manhood has not been harmed. It rises like the sun in the morning in all its glory and majesty," she intoned in mock seriousness.

"I think this must be dealt with, don't you," and without a further word he felt her hands close about the hardening shaft and begin to pump the flesh until he was fully erect. 

Then instead of her hands it was her mouth and she lovingly caressed the hot bulb of his cock as she tweaked his nipples sending agreeable sensations through his nipples. With the pleasure that was feeding into his body he felt his cock buck into the woman's (Nyamate?) face. She ceased sucking on his cock and he again heard her amused voice.

"You have been too long without a woman and we of the People take care of all the needs of our guests very seriously."

"My name is Charles........er..... Charlie," Charlie croaked.

"Then Charlie I shall relieve of your suffering," with that said he felt her climb across his body and he could only imagine her squatting above his body. He felt her hand take his cock and then her tight lips slipping around the head which he imagined a flaming purple. Slowly she guided her wet cunt down his shaft and he felt the butterfly touches of her fingers that even now must be rubbing against her clit. In the darkness he imagined her to be Prue, teasing Prue who allowed him to see her breasts and would touch his cock but refused to allow his relief. Prue who was the bitch-Madonna to whom he was enslaved.

Then she turned into Connie and she was naked holding her magnificent breasts and pinching the bulbous nipples he had seen Hawk kissing as he and Prue would watch them through the windows of government house. Once he had come upon Connie and Hawk alone making love and it burned into his memory so intensely that he had masturbated to orgasm three times until he had been able to think of anything else. Then he imagined the most perfect woman he could and he pumped his cock into her grinding cunt.

Panting as though in a marathon he felt his cum rush through his cock into the woman's cunt. She slammed her body down on his cock and she gripped and pulled it with her tight muscles. He hoped she had cum but that thought flew away as he ground and gnashed his teeth and his cum squirted into her body until he could give no more. His cock softened and then slipped out of her tight hole.

"That was most excellent Charlie," the woman said tenderly. 

Taking a cool damp cloth from somewhere in the room she began to clean up the spilt cum and sweat from his body. Even this simple job drove him to the heights of passion since her touch on his body drove him to a most pleasing distraction. Already he felt his spent cock becoming aroused and the woman seemed to be concentrating her efforts around the hardening flesh.

"Ohhh Charlie what a man you are, I think you may need relief again soon," the woman cooed in his ear.

Somehow Charlie gathered himself and croaked out a question," What about the others of my Party?"

The woman stopped and sighed deeply," They have been taken by Ndahura and the Chwezi my lovely pale skinned man."

As she talked she ceased trying to arouse him.

"They have been taken by an evil people who will torment and kill your friends Charlie," the woman said sadly," the Chwezi were once a great people and served the Queen of Sheba until they rebelled. After many deaths they were exiled from the Great City and sent into the wilderness, at first they seemed fair and friends to all but soon their evil became apparent as they enslaved those who were weaker."

The woman continued to talk but did not touch him, it seemed to Charlie that it was a disembodied voice that spoke from the air itself," How we groaned under their demands and cursed their depravities on us. They changed becoming more like the animals they were though the women remained beautiful as the most glorious of nights but they are not right in their minds Charlie."

Through the silence Charlie realised that the woman was debating with herself if she would say more. Then she spoke words that were seemingly made of stone," They eat the flesh of men Charlie, they eat their flesh! Your friends will not live out the night!!"

Charlie now seated screamed out a wordless no and began to hammer his fists into the rope webbing of the bed he had been lying on.

vi 

As the darkness closed around the captives the hell began. From the black shadows drums hammered into the air and the bearers huddled closely together as though they were safer. In the darkness flames appeared about the massive ape's head sending lurid shadows dancing across the vine covered black stone. Other fires were lit nearer the prisoners and she saw men and women gather near the gate of the compound.

Prue holding firmly to her father watched the mouth of the stone head intently as the Amazons formed a guard about the dias in front of the jaws. Next to her Sir Henry passed in and out of moments of lucidness. The horror of the situation had even made Prue forget that she was naked and covered in filth and mud. The drums hammered in monotonous regularity and it was joined by a guttural chant from the gathering horde of savages.

"So sorry Prue lass. You must get out of here," Sir Henry groaned next to her and then passed into his delusion," Do you see Prue the way the work is of Ancient Egypt. Indeed it may older than Egypt...."

With that he passed into mumbling that she could not understand. Then a shattering scream echoed through the valley as the iron gate between the fangs of the stone head were opened. Silence descended as the drums stopped suddenly and the gathered masses began a harsh keening that seemed to form into a repeated name....Ndahura. A name filled with sinister purpose and intent.

Then silence descended over them as a figure stood amongst the flaming torches at the jaws and raised his arms.

Prue watched the silhouetted man as he gazed over the darkened mass of savages before him, he radiated a sense of horror that spread through her body. He settled his fat form onto a stool that had been set behind him after his silent greeting. As he settled that seemed to be the signal for the depravities to begin. The gates to the corral creaked and shuddered as they were thrown open and the Amazons rushed into the enclosure seizing ten of the bearers and hurrying away towards the fires. 

Fires sprouted nearer the corral as the held prisoners were pushed towards the huge fires nearer the jaws. They could be seen all too clearly as the savage tribesmen carried long poles towards them. Before anyone in the corral could think about what could be done the Amazons seized each man by his limbs and hauled him into the air. It was now the other horrified captives saw what their fate would be. 

The poles were shown to be sharpened stakes which were thrust though the bearer's bowels, driven through their bodies to appear through the neck of those taken. Those who were fortunate died however more remained alive and twitching as they were hoist upon the stakes that held the poles above the flames. Stifled screams escaped the men's lips as they were turned over the flames that were cooking them slowly.

"Oh God they are cannibals," Prue whispered unable to tear away her eyes.

Yet though cooking the bearers were being surrounded by the animal like men who cut flesh from the still writhing bodies and ate the bloody mass before the cooking men's eyes. Thus they saw their precious flesh being devoured as they felt their bodies being grilled above the roaring flames.

Prue grasped her stomach as she dry wretched onto the dirt below her. Then screams of fear rose from the bearers as the Amazons invaded the corral a second time and grabbed onto any man who was there. Throwing them to the ground they began to carve the raw meat from the men's bodies and thrust it into their mouths. Mouths that dripped bloody and red as they feasted on the still warm flesh of the men between their legs. Sometimes more than four women held the men down as they carved their meals from the struggling bodies. Some fought over the delicacies of cocks and the testicles.

Even more shocking were the women who kissed and played with each others bodies as they ate the bloody giblets in their hands. As they feasted on the human meal they made they seemed to become more aroused and they touched and stroked the bodies of their sisters in arms. Their dripping carmine lips pressed against each other as they fumbled with caressing the red stained breasts and shredding the flesh in their hands when they did not suckle at the firmly thrusting breasts near them. 

Barely believing her eyes she saw that this was a bacchanal of surpassing debauchery. Sometimes as part of their lovemaking ritual they would stuff sweet morsels of bloody flesh into the cunts of their lovers and then as they held them to the blood muddied ground they used their tongues and teeth to lick it out of their lover's cunts. 

Mixed with the cries of pleasure were the screams and sobs as the bearers died beneath the knives and fingers of the frenzied Amazons who seemed to take delight in the slow death of their victims. When one of the beast men who remained far away from the women jumped onto an Amazon his cock hard and ready to thrust into her cunt the other women pulled him off her body to make him part of their bloody feast. As Prue watched with horrid fascination she did not see the party of Amazons behind her until hands seized her shaking body.

"No...." the woman cried but a cuff to her head stopped the cry as she was pushed to the ground. 

When she lifted her head she looked into the fierce eyes of the captain of the Amazons herself, the woman who had stripped her of her clothes barely hours before. Prue shuddered as she saw the lust that burnt there and when the light showed the woman's bloody teeth that were sharpened to gleaming points she whimpered. As she shivered and was pulled to her feet she heard her father groan as he was dragged in front of her. His skinny white naked body seemed so fragile as the two of them were dragged through the orgy of men and women as they gave themselves to the most debauched pleasures. 

As they passed through the writhing mass Prue was surprised to see some men holding down a woman here and there and fucking them fiercely. As one would finish another would take their place and hump furiously between the woman's open thighs. Then as they passed she saw others protecting the ones who were fucking. The captain seeing this spat but refused to extract her soldiers who were being raped before her eyes. Prue was horrified again as she saw cocks being stuffed into women's asses.

Yet though being taken by the brutes the women seemed to find pleasure in their being taken and even to take pleasure with the blows that the men would strike at the women as they fucked them. Though some women were being taken by the groups of men most were between the thighs of their fellow women and Prue could see them licking at the naked cunts or biting into the breasts that were offered with an insane rapture on their faces.

Slowly the woman was dragged up the steps to the man who looked from the stool. Even in the flickering light Prue blanched as she looked at the obscenity that sat on the throne. His large stomach bulged over his groin though a woman squatted between his legs and sucked at the cock between his legs. His face seemed to be totally bestial his yellowed teeth showing in the grimace he gave as the woman pumped his cock with her hand and kissed the small cock at her lips. His piggy eyes seemed to glare at them as he held the woman at his groin.

Then he let out a shrill cry as he came and Prue watched the yellow cum dribble from the cock that the woman released and she wiped her mouth with a greasy cloth near her head. Rising to her feet Prue was amazed to see that if the man was a beast the woman was a beauty. Draped about her hips was short loincloth that exposed her buttocks and barely covered the black fleece of her cunt. Looking back at the man she saw the man straighten the leopard loincloth about his hips and then the leopard headdress.

"So these are the pale skinned ghosts that have invaded our lands," the man squealed like a pig.

What was truly amazing was that Prue understood him since he spoke a accented version of Aramaic a language her father had taught her saying that they would need it once they reached Sheba. As she started the woman thrust out her firm conical breasts and looked at her with interest.

"The woman seems to understand us father," she spoke with a sultry haughtiness.

"Ah so the ghost understands I wonder what her cunt would taste like or would it have teeth do you think daughter," the man squealed laughing at his own joke as he sat up and signalled that the woman was to be brought closer to him.

Prue suddenly understood that this creature was the woman's father and he had made her suck him off. Prue's mind fled from the fact and she shuddered as the man's stubby fingers stroked the soft white breasts and then pinched her nipples softly at first watching as they rose to prominent peaks. Prue wanted to vanish into the floor as the man stroked and tested her flesh. When he moved his hands between her legs it was only the fact that they were being held open by two of the creature's servants that stopped her from trying to flee.

His fingers combed through her soft, sparse down and then along her lips which he opened so that he could see her prominent clit and he touched it sending an uncontrollable shudder through her body.

"No......." she groaned as he pushed a finger into her cunt, he whirled it slowly around her now violated flesh. Suddenly he stopped and began to laugh in his high pitched piggy laugh.

"Oh daughter this one is a virgin, what a great joy we will have as we teach her to love us," the man's squeal was offensive but horrifying.

"The woman is ours Ndahura," the voice was a sharp as a knife as it cut through the air.

The man glared at the woman who had stepped from the shadows, her gold gleamed at her breast and cunt. It was the captain of the Amazons. As she stood next to Prue the other woman stood next to her father.

"You forget yourself Imama," the woman said simply.

"I think not Ekineba for is it not written in our laws that I have first choice for all women," the woman held her stabbing spear loosely but threateningly in her hand.

"Ah but my cousin these are ghosts do they not appear so," the other woman replied as though talking to a child.

Laughing cruelly she pinched Prue's nipple hard causing the woman to gasp in pain," It would appear your ghosts feel pain and they can be fucked, no they are people like you and I. As I have told you she is mine."

The man glowered on the stool but said nothing as the two women fought. He wanted her as she could see as he pumped his cock with his own hand. Before he could say anything Sir Henry spoke as he pumped the man's hand.

"Sir Henry Shelby sir, here to enjoy your company on our quest," the elderly man said in English.

The gathering looked at the man in confusion except Prue who was horrified at what had been done.

"Oh father what have you done," Prue whispered in despair as the chief began to smile evilly.

"Would like a bath sir. Seems I'm covered in mud and I would like to be clean," Sir Henry said making gestures that suggested a bath.

"Why daughter I think this ghost wants a bath, why don't we give him one?" after saying this he laughed without control, " Later we can taste what this pale ghost tastes like and he is a man!"

The woman also chuckled and signalled for something to be brought to them. Quickly a black iron cauldron that easily could take a man inside it was brought to them and a fire was lit beneath it as water was poured into the container. Ekineba smiling helped the older man into the pot as the water heated. Prue was held and gagged as she and the others watched the man settle into the pot with a smile on his face. As Sir Henry bathed the fires were fed to burn hotter.

"I say the water is getting awfully hot," the man complained and tried to climb out of the cauldron only to be pushed back into the water.

Each time he tried to climb out of the pot the others pushed him back into the water that was heating up quickly. 

"My word sir I am clean enough, it is time to get dressed for supper," Sir Henry once remarked as his skin turned a dull red.

Then just before he passed out he spoke to Prue in English,"I am so sorry my little girl." 

Prue wept as she saw her father pass out and the water begin to boil. Though testing her bonds she had been unable to break or weaken them. Unable to do anything she passed into merciful unconsciousness as the others began to use hooks so they could cut the boiled meat from the dead Sir Henry.

vii

Hawk staggered as he climbed the steep path leading to the crest of the ridge, as he did so a muscled arm snaked about his waist and kept him upright. Looking at the source he smiled in gratitude and forced his feet to move forward again. He briefly brushed his head and felt the scar on his forehead and then looked at his companions again.

They were bare-chested and wore only heavy leather skirts that protected their thighs. They carried ox-hide shields and the short stabbing spears, at their waists they wore a long heavy knife that looked very serviceable should it be needed. 

"Not long to go now, my friend," the man next to him spoke in Aramaic as they struggled upwards.

Hawk had been surprised when they had spoken to him in the language that Sir Henry had made them learn. When Hawk and the others had complained about the need the older man had smiled and said that had the Israelites of Solomon settled in Sheba then they would speak Aramaic and not Swahili which they had also learnt. Well looking at the men around him they certainly were Semitic, they had the swarthy features and blue-black hair and beards as well as the beak like noses that he considered familiar in that race. They were also spectacularly fit as they scaled the steep slopes with ease.

Still he had been happy that they had been friendly when they had found him late in the afternoon after the battle. Dazed and confused they had bound his wounds and carried him from where they had found him and had fed him. Slowly at first they had asked their questions and after a slow learning both parties had come to an understanding of what was being asked.

It had come as a shock when they had said that his friends were probably dead, he remembered the conversation vividly.

"I must go back to find my friends," Hawk said to the bearded captain his hair tied back by a blue scarf like he had seen in Egyptian tombs. As he spoke he dipped his unleavened bread into the gravy of the stew they had made for their meal.

"It is not possible young Horus," the men called him Horus after the ancient hawk faced god of the Egyptians and the other men had nodded their heads in agreement though he had seen sympathy there as well.

"But why, if I survived is it not possible that others of my party survived and need help," Hawk implored.

"We searched as best we could and some of my men saw pale figures in the prisoners that the demon Chwezi took with them," the captain sighed unhappily.

"Had we stayed longer their warriors would have found us and though they are demons they fight well," he continued, he thought a little and then spoke again," Were they taken to the Chwezi village they would be dead by now or wished they were."

Hawk was perplexed by these words and he asked why they thought his friends were dead. The man sighed deeply and looked into the fire that they sat around. Slowly he spoke, softly which made Hawk concentrate on what was being said.




Sheba: Solomon's Lost City Pt. 02



"The Chwezi may God strike them down eat of the flesh of men and are truly depraved. Those they take in battle who are alive they kill in various evil ways causing as much pain as they can, sometimes they eat their captives alive keeping them conscious as they watch their bodies being sliced away one steak at a time. No my friend pray God that your friends did not live to be taken by those monsters."

As he said this Hawk's mind whirled with unanswered questions. He knew that even though these men were his friends now they could easily take him as their prisoner. So even though he fell asleep and remained with these men he decided when the time was right he would search for his friends but for now he would learn more about those who lived here. 

Also though they never said where they came from Hawk believed that these men were from Sheba itself and he hungered to see the goal of their journey. That had been what had driven the young injured man forward for the last day. As Hawk stepped over the crest of the ridge his body tingled and mist seemed to settle and then disappear over his eyes. He stumbled a little before a stabilising arm held him.

Looking down to the west he made out a lush fertile valley. Running through it was a river shining blue and white as it meandered through marble and green banks in the westering sun. 

Yet it was not the beauty of the valley or the various buildings that were in the valley but the city that seemed to climb the mountain in the east. From the top of the mountain he saw a slight trace of smoke indicating that the city stood at the bottom of a volcano. The city rose over the terraces carved from the living rock of the mountain. Rock that shone white and throbbed with veins of gold, copper and quartz and appeared blinding in the sun. 

Hawk made out cyclopean walls and gates that enclosed the city and appeared as though they could never have been made by men. Over everything towered the pyramid that squatted against the mountain. 

Yet it was unlike any Egyptian pyramid he had ever seen. Unlike the smooth covering of stones set in its front stairs climbed towards a balcony three-quarters of the way up the structure and opened onto a pillared dias that was shadowed at its rear but had a throne at the front. The setting sun touched the apex of the pyramid and the peak exploded into gold flame that made Hawk turn from the city.

Beside him the men breathed out one word.

"Sheba"

To be continued...