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Heart of Darkness Ch. 01

By: Deckard Kincaid



As we last left Darla, she and Shelly had just received news from their hospital administrator that the Kukuana military had requested that they come to Kukuanaland to train their nurses. The request had been specifically been made by the father of their Congolese friend Mombassa, who was the general in charge of Kukunaland's military medical division.

The terms of their contract called for the two of them to live in Kukuanaland for up to five years, and for the Raelian hospital where they worked in Quebec City to receive $5,000,000 in return for the services of Darla and Shelly. The girls however, would receive just their standard hospital salary, but all of their expenses and housing would be paid for. The terms of their contract further called for them to travel first to Kinshasa, and then onto their final destination to an army hospital near the disputed border with Katanga, in an area called Virunga.

The day after they were offered and accepted their new assignments, Darla and Shelly met with Mombassa, who had to leave for Kukuanaland immediately and prepare for their arrival. Upon their acceptance, Mombassa provided the girls with their visas, and also $20,000 each for moving expenses, and any other expenses they would incur as a result of their new jobs. That night, as a way of saying "thank you" Darla and Shelly had a private threesome with Mombassa at an expensive hotel, only hours before he traveled back to Africa.

In addition to packing their belongings there were numerous other things that the girls had to take care of before they left for Africa. Fortunately working at the hospital was not one of them, as the hospital placed them on paid leave, as their salaries now would now be paid for by the hospital out of the endowment given to it by the Kukuana military. The contract the hospital had with the Kukuana military also called for an automatic five-year renewal if the girls chose to stay on.

However, despite the pay incentives and promise of adventure, Sofia and Shelly's parents all had extreme reservations about their girls going off to work in a third world country, yet there was no way that either girl, whose blood streams were now full of the Mahala, could be convinced not to go. For the girls, the hardest part of the move was leaving their new Raelian friends at the gym, even though Isabella and Bruno, as well as Louis and Lola, assured them that they were making the right decision.

The going away party that Isabella and Bruno hosted for them was an all-night orgy of sex. Darla and Shelly were fucked so thoroughly that night before they left for Montreal, by the time the party ended, everyone had a smile of complete satisfaction on their face, and the girls had to be carried to their apartments so that they could recuperate and rest, for the next day they had to visit a doctor, a specialist, from whom they would receive all their necessary shots and immunizations.

Among the immunizations Shelly and Darla received, were the newest AIDS vaccines, which were proven to forever keep a person AIDS and HIV free, as well as at least 100 other shots, and pills. All of which were designed and proven, by Hosaka Pharmaceuticals, to prevent the patient from catching malaria, as well as all known sexually transmitted diseases, and all known African diseases. The girls were also given a drug that not only temporarily sterilized them, but also caused their menstrual cycles to stop for at least the next five years.

Lastly, and unbeknownst to either Shelly or Darla, the doctor gave them a large mega dose of an experimental nano drug based on the African sex potion known in Swahili as Mahala. The Mutant Mahala potion, or 'M2', which was derived from the natural Mahala, was designed by rogue medical researchers at Hosaka Pharmaceuticals to actually alter the brain cells of women, so that their on/off switch, which controlled their sexual desires, was placed permanently in the 'on' position. The designer of the drug, Dr. Robert Lusaka designed it after years of searching the world for a female mind control drug for the American military.

The day before their departure the moving trucks arrived and loaded up everything, including the furniture. It would take approximately six or eight weeks for their belongings to clear customs in Kukuanaland and be delivered to the military base, near the Ugandan border, where they would both be assigned. Mombassa had arranged for each girl to have their own separate quarters in housing that was generally reserved for the highest-ranking generals and government officials.

That evening the girls stayed at the Hyatt near the Montreal airport, and made love all night long as they reminisced and talked about their recent past and their exciting future. Shelly was somewhat scared, but she took comfort in the fact that Darla was going with her, and that it was their skills as nurses, as well as their friendship with Mombassa, that had made this life changing opportunity possible.

That final night in Canada, as Darla slept in Shelly's arms, her mind drifted back to the dream of her rape and the men in the gas masks. She still could not recall what had happened after she was tied up and her clothes were torn off, but for some reason the images of the dream were becoming clearer, as she now remembered the hissing sound of snakes, and the feel of something slithering along her belly, while fingers probed her pussy, and needles pierced her skin. The images in her mind still were fuzzy, but the thought of the snake somehow made her wet.

However, before Darla could react to the warm feeling in her pussy, the alarm clock went off. The direct flight to Paris, which would connect to a flight to Kinshasa, was due to leave Montreal at 8 a.m., but they had to be at the airport by 6 a.m. Shelly and Darla quickly showered together, then dried their hair, and got their outfits ready for the long international trip. The girls each chose to wear simple white blouses, and semi tight fitting skirts, under which were their white bras and thong panties. Darla wore her short blue business skirt and matching blue pumps, while Shelly wore a black spandex skirt that ended just above her knee, and red pumps. 

The flight to Paris was very uneventful, and both of the girls lost themselves in their books, as Shelly read Sidney Sheldon novel, and Darla delved into her new Lonely Planet Guide to Kukuanaland. Darla was a bit surprised to learn that Kukuanaland had recently been taken off the U.S. State Department's travel warning list. She was also amazed to learn that Kinshasa was one of the most dangerous places in Africa, and that in some parts of the city roving youth gangs were more powerful than the police. Yet, instead of feeling scared, Darla felt a familiar tingle underneath her skirt and deep inside of her. However, she thought it best to not tell Shelly about what she had just read, for fear of her wanting to return home.

Once at Paris, the girls checked their bags at the Trans Congo Air counter and headed off to the terminal. They were surprised to see that only them, and a few Mormon missionaries were the only white people booked for the 11-hour flight on board the ancient 747. The flight looked to be packed, and nearly everyone was giving them questioning looks as to why two young white women were traveling to Africa, especially black Africa. Fortunately for them, Mombassa had gotten them first class seats in an area of the plane normally reserved for government officials and businessmen.

Days before their flight, Mombassa had made a call to the pilot of the plane, who was an old friend of his, and informed him of who his two special passengers were, as well as the fact that they were now under the spell of Mutant Mahala . The pilot assured Mombassa that he and his head stewardess, Lulu, would take extra special care of their lovely passengers. The pilot then later explained to his copilot and engineer about what his old friend had told him on the phone. After which, he then called in the head stewardess, to whom he gave very explicit instructions regarding their white female passengers, both of whom were in first class.

The plane was packed, except for a handful of people in the first class area. Darla and Shelly settled themselves into the wide leather seats; where they were served coffee and cake, just prior to the plane taxiing for take-off. The plane looked relatively old, and Shelly wondered if it really was safe to fly; however, at this point there was nothing she or Darla could do, as the female flight attendant supervisor, who was dressed in traditional African dress, made the announcement that the plane was now departing the gate.

As the plane soared up into the sky, the memories of the group experience at the health club and other places, including the biker bar, suddenly played inside of Darla's mind. Watching the ground disappear, Darla quietly reminisced about what had happened between Bruno, Isabella, Lola, Louis, and her best friend Shelly. For the past weeks they both had enjoyed an incredible sexual escapade, bringing both of them to new levels of both pleasure and an of understanding of what pleasure a human body was capable of experiencing...given the right stimulation.

While having this experience, the girls had met Mombassa, a doctor and a member of the Kukuana military, as well as the son of an influential Kukuana general. Mombassa's sexual prowess and his incredible pleasure machine had made such an overwhelming impression upon Darla and Shelly that a bond had formed between them. Well, maybe it was not a bond, just the residual effects of their sexual addiction, which was now being fueled by the Mutant Mahala (M2) that she and Shelly had unknowingly been injected with.

The effects of their own sexual addiction, before being given a taste of natural Mahala, had been strong enough for both Darla and Shelly to accept an invitation to come to the military hospital in Kukuanaland where Mombassa had already returned, so that they could "train" new nurses. However, Darla, being the outstanding nurse that she was, was just as curious about the level of medical treatment which would be available there. Shelly, who knew Darla better than anyone else, just wanted to join in on the fun.

Darla had only flown once before; however, she had taken many long train rides, and the one thing which she always had difficulty in getting used to was the boredom that she usually experienced on those long journeys. As the hours rolled by uneventfully, Darla slipped into a series or dreams (or were they remembrances) of her mysterious rape dream. She vividly recalled the men in gas masks who rubbed lotion on her bare skin with their rough leather gloves. She also remembered dreaming about being laid out on a medical table where she was inspected and examined. While another memory of the dream consisted of snakes and insects crawling over her breasts, while the masked men all watched in silence as she fought in her bonds, and moaned in desire, as the creatures pinched and pleasured her nipples.

Ironically, since that dream, both her and Shelly's breasts seemed to have become slightly bigger and firmer. Darla's bra now barely covered her pink nipples, while at the same time all of her fears, like her phobia of spiders and snakes, now only served to sexually excite her the more she thought about Africa. Even Shelly had commented during their love making the night before at the hotel that she could tell that Darla's breasts felt and even tasted different. Yet, for some reason, Darla could not explain away the physical changes in her body, or the nagging feeling that somehow her body felt different.

After about seven hours, Darla and Shelly were both wide awake, yet everyone around them slept soundly. They had already seen two movies, and read nearly every magazine in first class. As Darla was thumbing through an old issue of Jet, she turned to Shelly, and said, "I'm bored stiff, there has got to be a better way to pass the time than in-flight movies and magazines". "Me too," Shelly replied, who then smiled and pressed the alert button to call the stewardess. "What do you expect the stewardess to do?" Darla asked. "We'll see if she really moves her tail for us," Shelly replied with a laugh.

The head stewardess soon arrived, and both women found themselves looking up at the very statuesque, and strikingly beautiful head stewardess, Lulu, who possessed nearly flawless ebony skin. Her hair was tied back in typical stewardess fashion, and she was dressed in a white and semi transparent uniform, which was the new Trans Congo Air flight attendant uniform. However, the tight dress did nothing to hide the obvious fullness of her breasts and nipples, flared hips and round ass. The stewardess then smiled a broad knowing smile, showing her beautiful white teeth, and asked the girls, "How may I help you?"

However, before Darla could verbalize her first thoughts, Shelly asked for two blankets. The stewardess then turned to retrieve them, as both women were mesmerized by the movement of her dark ass, that was clearly visibly through her white dress, as she negotiated down the aisle.

"Blankets?" Darla asked.

"Just wait", said Shelly, as the stewardess returned with the blankets..

"Were those top two buttons of her dress unbuttoned before?" Darla asked herself, as the stewardess opened each blanket for them and placed them upon their laps, smoothing them out evenly.

The stewardess had to lean forward to do so, forcing Darla and Shelly to catch a glimpse of this ebony goddess' generous cleavage and the scent of her arousing perfume.

The stewardess then took time to stare both women in the eye, with just the hint of a smile upon her lips, as she said, "I'll be back if you want me", and then slowly walked away and entered the cockpit.

Darla then turned to Shelly and whispered, "Whew, it is too warm for a blanket now."

"Not yet it isn't", said Shelly, as she slipped her hand under Darla's blanket towards the hem of her dress.

Darla just closed her eyes, smiled and thought to herself, "Maybe long flights are not a bad thing after all. I have a sensation that this one surely won't be boring."

Darla then let out a small sigh as Shelly's hand slid under her dress and worked its way up towards her crotch, caressing her inner thigh as she went. Darla exhaled slowly and kept her eyes closed, as she knew that she really needed some sexual release. Soon Shelly's hand was doing wonderful things, as her fingers maneuvered under Darla's thong and began to massage her now moist pussy lips.

Darla's legs quickly parted to permit Shelly more access, the invitation of which she accepted, as she slid her fingers towards Darla's now trembling clit. As her fingers found their mark, Darla let out a series of loud gasps, as her gentle pinches and strokes began to make Darla squirm in her first class seat. As the stewardess passed she gave them both a wide grin, with Shelly returning a smile of her own, as she continued on administering to Darla's ministrations.

Darla then felt Shelly's hand gain entry into her waiting dampness, as she slowly moved her hand under Shelly's blanket to begin pleasing her in return. Shelly then pulled up the hem of her dress with her free hand so now they could both squirm, as Darla's fingers found their mark. Their hips gently gyrated as their mutual rhythms continued, and they were both in oblivion, as the ecstasy flowed through them, when they heard a familiar voice say, "If either of you would like to use the rest room, one is free now. You should move quickly before someone else takes it."

Their eyes opened with a start, as Darla quickly said, "Thank you, the room could come in handy now." They stopped their actions and removed their blankets, and then adjusted their skirts as they slid out of their assigned seats, and walked to the rest room without attracting the attention of any of the sleeping passengers. Once inside the cramped stall, they pulled themselves to each other with a passion, as their hot lips parted and their tongues intertwined with a deep sucking French kiss.

They then unbuttoned and unzipped their dresses with incredible speed, as their skirts and blouses fell to the floor, exposing their barely concealed bra covered breasts and hard nipples. Their mouths separated only to find other body parts... a nipple, a neck, while their hands probed to find and massage each others heavily moistened lips, while their hips gyrated in response.

Darla then sat Shelly down on the toilet seat and lifted one foot onto the sink, using her left hand to pull her thong aside. Shelly's mouth quickly found her home and began to lick and suck, while she used her two thumbs to spread Darla's cunt lips wide, which allowed her tongue to gain full entry. Darla then leaned forward and braced herself, with her free hand, against the wall, as she arched her back without pulling away from Shelly's passionate tongue fuck of her pussy. Darla was now totally exposed, and open to whatever Shelly wanted to do.

However, neither could react when the locked rest room door opened and then closed. "Room for one more I see", a familiar voice said. It was the stewardess, Lulu, who was now smiling and holding up her key to lavatory. She then unbuttoned her top completely and slid out of her sheer white native African dress.

The stewardess then squatted down and braced herself next to the door and said, "One more tongue for one more hole." Then, to Darla's surprise, Lulu's strong and rough feminine hands separated her ass cheeks widely, then sniffed tentatively and, now satisfied, snaked out her tongue and began making moist paths up and down Darla's crack. After a few minutes of this, the stewardess then made small circles around Darla's anus, causing her to first tighten, and then relax her sphincter, as she became lost in the moment.

Unexpectedly, the stewardess' tongue entered her asshole and slowly moved around the inside of the rim. As their tongues moved in unison, Darla gasped loudly and bit down on her index finger to stifle her moans. This was much more than she had ever expected when she and Shelly boarded the aging and rusting jet in Paris. The stewardess' lips quickly circled her ass as her tongue delved deeper inside of her. A gentle sucking soon ensued, which slowly grew in strength on both sides of her body, as both Shelly and the stewardess pulled her flesh deeper into their mouths, as Darla moaned loudly enough to wake up the American ambassador sleeping right outside of the stall.

This was something new for Darla, as her body trembled with the sensation of her first "mile high" orgasm. The stewardess' hand then moved toward Shelly, where she ripped off her flimsy g-string with a loud snap, found her dripping pussy and slowly entered her with her free hand. Shelly was now spread so wide, and she was now so wet, that soon the stewardess' entire hand was inside and tickling areas never before touched, as she groaned with pleasure.

The stewardess then placed her other hand behind her and used two fingers to enter her own ass, slowly easing them in and out. For the next 20 minutes all three women continued their ministrations, only faster. They each were now experiencing new sensations, with each being driven to different levels of excitement and pleasure. Then, as their new heights were being reached, three waves soon formed and came crashing together, as each began their orgasms with loud moans.

The ministrations continued until their involuntary spasms stopped. Shelly knew what the stewardess had done and how Darla reacted. When Darla lowered her leg and turned to the stewardess, Shelly's lips found Darla's wet asshole, and began to duplicate the stewardess's actions. Darla's head then snapped back and her mouth opened in an expression of soundless ecstasy.


Heart of Darkness Ch. 01



Seeing an opportunity, the stewardess tried to swallow first one nipple then the other, which stuck out over the edge of her bra cup, sucking and nibbling as she went. Her head lowered along Darla's torso, sliding her tongue along the way. Darla expected to feel a tongue in her pussy again, but instead, she felt her silky hair, as the stewardess' mouth had found Shelly's; however, Darla was not disappointed long, as a hand snaked up into her, to gently spread and close, stroke and tickle her delicate tissue.

Once again Darla was amazed at the new sensations, as again the women felt a new round of orgasms approaching; however, this time their reactions become more animated. This time the sucking became more intense, as more of Darla's flesh was pulled into Shelly's and the stewardess' hungry mouths. Their hands and fingers become forceful upon Darla's sweaty body, as the pleasure was only enhanced by the pain that was being inflicted upon her nipples as the stewardess pinched them hard.

Harsher and harsher the movements became, until the explosions erupted, as their cries of pain, pleasure and ecstasy poured from their orgasm laden throats, nearly awakening all of the men in first class. After about 10 minutes, all three of the girls ceased their trembling, and removed their hands and mouths. They then washed their faces, reapplied their lipstick, and put their clothes back into place. The three women then left the lavatory, after nearly 45 minutes of erotically perverse activity, and smiled a bewildered but satisfied smile, as the stewardess went up to the kitchen, and the girls returned to their seats.

After a few minutes, Shelly fell into a deep slumber, as she was completely spent from the experience. However Darla remained awake, as the dark lusts had now arisen within her and she had no desire to have the feeling go away. She now felt a deep craving for cock, black cock, no even better still- African cock. Her thoughts wandered and then settled upon Mombassa, who was awaiting them in Kinshasa at the end of their long 12-hour journey .Thinking of him, Darla smiled and closed her eyes at the prospect, but before she could slip her finger under her dress, her thoughts were interrupted by the stewardess.

"Hello again", the stewardess said, flashing that broad smile.

"How do you feel?"

"Different," Darla answered in a hushed voice. "Like something has changed in me."

The stewardess gave a soft throaty laugh. "Yes, I would guess so. I knew you were someone who would enjoy something new. The pilot wanted to know if you would like to tour the plane. It is a privilege offered to very few".

Darla nodded yes, since at this point; she would have followed the stewardess anywhere. She then glanced toward Shelly and decided not to awaken her.

The stewardess then took her hand and led her down the aisle toward the back of first class. All of the passengers were either asleep or distracted; however several men did not fail to notice their passing. Darla had expected to go back into the rest room for another experience, but instead they continued on to a small elevator. They then squeezed into the one person elevator, and face to face, with their breasts pressed against each other, rode down to the cold baggage area.

As the elevator made its descent, their eyes met and their lips parted only to be moistened by their fluid tongues. The stewardess then grabbed Darla's red hair and pulled Darla's mouth to hers, French kissing her, and sucking deeply upon her tongue. At the same time Darla moved her hands behind the stewardess' ample ass, pulled her close to her and began to knead her buttocks through the long traditional dress that she wore, feeling nothing underneath, as they ground against each other for a few moments until the elevator came to a sudden stop in the baggage area of the plane.

When they separated, they were both panting as they squeezed out of the elevator and into the frigid small room. Inside the frigid baggage area the pilot was standing there, his shirt unbuttoned, revealing a bodybuilder physique and large muscular chest. Without saying a word he grabbed Darla harshly and crushed her mouth to his. She did not resist, however, as she was overpowered, but filled with the desire to be overpowered. The stewardess then came up and stood behind her, rubbing her pelvis against Darla's ass.

As the pilot savored the taste of Darla's tongue, the stewardess reached between the pilot and Darla to unbutton and remove Darla's blouse. Her skirt was the next to go as the pilot unfastened and dropped it around her ankles. From behind Darla, the stewardess placed her thumbs underneath Darla's thong and pulled them down, as once again, her ass cheeks were separated and a familiar tongue entered her ass, and commenced to deep sucking. As the sucking of her sphincter began, Darla moans were only muted muffled sounds as her mouth was filled with the pilot's meaty tongue. Once again a dark euphoria permeated Darla's being, and she became lost in the sensation, as the pilot grabbed her breasts, which were still encased in her bra, and ripped the useless garment off her body, and tossed it aside.

Suddenly, the stewardess stopped and pulled the two of them apart. Darla was suddenly dazed, woozy, and confused by the sudden change. However, when her vision cleared, she saw the stewardess locked in the arms of the pilot, her legs wrapped around his waist. His hands quickly raised her white skirt around her waist to expose her naked black ass, and her top was now completely open, as Darla stared at the stewardess's ass, and was mesmerized. Darla then squatted and grabbed both of Lulu's cheeks and spread them apart, as she proceeded to lick her crack and kiss the woman's pulsating dark flesh. Slowly, Darla's tongue sought out her quivering rose bud; however, before she could find it, the pilot began to lift the stewardess higher, raising her toward his face.

As she moved higher, the stewardess grabbed a bar hanging overhead and pulled upward. Now the pilot's mouth was smothered by Lulu's hot dripping pussy. Watching his long tongue slid up and down the hot slit, while his mouth covered and sucked harshly on her tiny hard clit, Darla felt deprived, for she now had a need that desperately needed to be satisfied. She then glanced directly in front of her face and saw the bulge in the pilot's pants, and without a word, she unzipped his zipper and his prodigious cock flew out.

Darla briefly marveled at the mass of the pilot's cock, and then began to lick along its length, grasping it with both hands. Her mouth opened as wide as possible and took in the black cock head, as she relaxed her throat and slid the throbbing monster towards into her. Once she found the maximum distance, she slid it back; just short of releasing it, then moved it back in, allowing her tongue to flick it as it moved. Back and forth her head then moved, as Darla reached inside his trousers and grasped his balls and gently extracted the heavy set. She then used both hands to cup and massage them; however, after several minutes, she sensed an urgency in his cock, for he was about to cum.

Darla then withdrew his prick until just the head was in her mouth. She licked and sucked with as much pressure as her mouth and tongue could generate, while at the same time, she squeezed his balls with a strong pulsing beat. As his orgasm began, Darla nearly gagged with the amount of spunk that poured out of him. As the pilot came she continued with her sucking and squeezing, in a desperate effort to try and drain every drop of love juice from his hot black pulsating cock. Finally the cumming ended, but the cock still remained hard and rigid.

As the pilot came, the stewardess began to cum as well, as she began shaking and slid down the pilot's chest. The pilot then began to slide along the wall down to the steel floor; however, never did Darla release his cock, as he lay on his back, panting, his hard cock pointed to the ceiling. Once again the stewardess straddled his face, this time in a reverse direction so that she could face Darla. The stewardess then began to grind her pussy over his open mouth. Without releasing the cock, Darla then covered the stewardess' mouth with her own, and began sucking on the stewardess' tongue, as she, Lulu, moaned and pulled on Darla's breasts. Without releasing her lips from the stewardess, Darla straddled the pilot and slid his cock into her awaiting pussy that was now dripping drops of hot juice.

Darla then placed the entire length of his cock into her and began to ride him violently. Again and again the pumping continued as Darla found her womb full of throbbing African meat. The nameless cock was a massive pulsing hard weapon that impaled her hungry pussy like a steak through the heart of a vampire. Now she was truly fulfilled, for this is the pleasure that the Mutant Mahala had programmed her brain to seek out. As she bounced up and down, Darla quickly came twice, while she and the stewardess balanced each other upright by holding on tightly to each other's breasts. None of them wanted the feeling to stop; however, after long minutes, Darla sensed that the pilot was again about to spend his load, and slowly stopped and then removed him from deep within her, as she shifted her pelvis forward slightly and placed her sphincter over his love-juice coated dick.

The stewardess then watched in awe as Darla, slowly and gently, slid the pilot's ebony weapon up inside her tight canal. At first the pain caused Darla to wince, but after she relaxed and focused on the control of her bowel muscles, was able to slide more and more of him into her until finally she was completely impaled. Darla then relaxed for a moment, as a sheen of sweat, despite the coolness of the baggage area, now formed on her body, and then slowly began to move her hips up and down. As Darla humped the cock in her ass, the stewardess, who herself was in sexual heaven from the pilot's tongue, intently watched her, even as her pussy was still being eaten by the pilot. Then, as Darla savored the fullness and heat of the black cock in her bowels, she opened her eyes and glanced up at the stewardess, and, as if there was a single thought, she and the black goddess reached out for each other to embrace and share their tongues.

For several minutes, Darla's ass fucking continued, as she now had become completely obsessed with the huge cock deep inside of her bottom, for she now desperately wanted to feel his hot cum spray into her rectum. Yet, just as she let out a loud guttural moan of her third orgasm, the elevator door suddenly opened, and the copilot walked in. The 747 was now on autopilot, and the copilot was now ready to join in the entertainment of Trans Congo Air's special guest. As the stewardess held her tight, Darla stared at the dark face of the copilot, and then down to the front of his trousers where a bulge had now formed.

As she balanced her impaled lithe body of the pilot's strong cock, one of Darla's hands snaked out and grabbed the copilot's belt, and pulled him to the front of her. Darla, who continued to ride the python in her bottom, now focused her oral talents on the copilot's cock, as she pulled his slacks and shorts down in near starvation for more cum. As the copilot's dick flew up and out of his pants, it was immediately surrounded by Darla's greedy mouth, as she sucked and licked him with a passion.

Simultaneously, the stewardess spread the copilot's ass cheeks and stuck her tongue into his asshole, as he grunted loud with approval. From then on, harder and harder Darla sucked, while faster and faster she rode the black cock that was still buried in her tight ass, until finally, after what seemed like hours, Darla's anal orgasm occurred at the same time as the pilots began to spew their spunk down her throat and up her greedy ass. As the spunk squirted into Darla, the stewardess, who was busy milking Darla's breasts with her greedy lips, let out a loud tribal shriek of pleasure as her own love juices poured down the mouth of the pilot's greedy throat.

On this flight on Trans Congo Air nearly every rule in commercial aviation had been broken so that four people could indulge in the most basic, and most pleasurable, of human activities. However, the plane was now under need of manual control, as a warning light suddenly went on overhead signaling turbulence, whereupon the women were told reluctantly by the pilots to immediately stop, even as they begged to be fucked some more. Quickly, and reluctantly, Darla relinquished control of the black cocks that were in both of her ends. As the turbulence over the ocean became stronger, all four quickly and quietly dressed, after which the pilots quickly took the stairs up the cabin in order to keep the big noisy jet from falling out of the sky.

Once the women were alone, the stewardess finally introduced herself and told her name, and then, after they had slowly and lovingly dressed each other, kissing some more, she reluctantly instructed Darla, after they arrived back upstairs on the freight elevator, to go take her seat and prepare for landing. However, before the elevator door opened, Lulu kissed Darla deep and then whispered in her ear that both she and Shelly were going to love the men in Kukuanaland, as it was rare to see such attractive white women in such a violent and primal land. 



Heart of Darkness Ch. 02



Once seated, and feeling the spunk of the pilot leak from her ass and into the fabric of the seat, Darla thought to herself, 'God, we haven't even landed on the Dark Continent, and already a dark side of me is already coming out!" She had enjoyed having her asshole sucked, first by a stranger, then by her best friend. Then, she had savored the feeling of being fucked in the ass by a black cock that had stretched her bottom beyond its normal capacity, while at the same time she also had sucked, and swallowed the spunk, from another black cock, and yet, despite it all, still she wanted more. What she did not know was that the Mahala that pumped through her system was awakening new sexual desires and hungers in both her and Shelly, whom Darla now looked lovingly at, still was sleeping and recovering from their earlier tryst in the lavatory.

Shelly's peaceful expression spoke volumes, as Darla sensed that she and Shelly shared the same thought, that none of this would have happened had the stewardess not joined them. Yes, they would have performed the usual oral and anal sex acts, and they would have enjoyed them intensely, but most of it would have been basically an exciting rerun. However, as the orgy in the baggage compartment had now proven, it was not their careers, but rather it was the unspoken promise of sexual danger and excitement, which were the main reasons why she and Shelly had accepted the offer to come to Africa.

Their trip was more than a chance to practice their craft of nursing, or see Mombassa and enjoy what sexual pleasures he and his men offered. Instead Darla and Shelly, whose brains were now programmed by the Mahala to seek out sexual pleasure of all kinds, now desperately felt the need to pursue sexual experiences in as many new ways, and places, as the both of them could. What better place to be free and pursue new sexual experiences, than in Africa, Darla thought, which she knew was culturally very different from Canada.

Despite the fact that the industrialized world in the mid 21st Century was full of technological and medical wonders, Africa, especially Kukuanaland, much as it was in the late 20th Century, continued to be a lawless land, full of violence, and civil wars over the rights to the minerals and natural resources that in over 98% of the Congo Basin, where Kukuanaland was located, remained undiscovered and untouched. In fact, Darla and Shelly's ultimate destination, Virunga, was the home of many dark and ancient secrets that had yet to be discovered, and it was still considered the most dangerous and mysterious of all the places in Africa.

Yet, despite the apparent danger and uncertainty of traveling to Kukuanaland, Darla and Shelly could not be dissuaded from going. As Darla gazed out the window to the ocean below, she wondered, and began to wax philosophically about all that had just happened on the airplane. Darla smiled wickedly, as she savored the feeling of cum still leaking out of her bottom, at the thought of how wonderful it was that she and Shelly could be brought to a such new erotic heights, in both the restroom and in the cargo hold of the airplane. Darla also wondered how many more new and wonderful perversions she and her best friend would soon discover in Africa.

Minutes later, as the plane began to slowly descend through the clouds, Darla dipped her fingers into her still moist slit and began to reflect back on the sensual perversions of the last hour. Later, as the coast of the Gold Coast of Africa appeared in the distance, Darla sensed that this journey to Africa would prove to be an incredible journey, and she could hardly wait to see what would happen next. She sensed that it would not be too long before she would be once again filled with cock, as she settled in and finished reading her steamy novel entitled Emmanuelle.

Hours later, as the plane was making its final approach into Kukuanaland International Airport, Shelly awoke, yawned and stretched, and then asked in a sleepy voice, "Did I miss anything?"

"Lots," answered Darla, as she proceeded to tell her friend of the foursome she had in the baggage area with the stewardess, and pilots.

"Wow." Shelly said. "This has been one hell of a flight. You know, when Lulu sucked your ass while I was eating you, I felt some kind of exchange. Like a light switch had been flicked in my body. Something drew me to start sucking on yours. Really weird." "Huh?"

"Yeah," Darla answered. "I went through the same thing. I feel like there is a new part of me awakening, something I didn't realize was there. In fact lately I think these feelings are the reason why I have been having so many erotic dreams."

Even now, as they chatted, the two women felt a warm tingle behind their navels. From across the aisle Darla caught a glimpse of a handsome black man whose looks made her nipples harden. Without her bra, which was on the floor of the cargo hold, Darla's were clearly visible through the thin material of her blouse, causing the man she was looking at to smile. The older man's smile made Darla's pussy moist, causing the memories of the previous two hours returned to her, as she turned and looked out of the window to see the vastness of the African jungle below. Seeing the jungle for the first time, Darla reached into her blouse and gently squeezed her nipples as she suddenly saw the sun awake over the new land that she would now forever see as her "home." 

Soon after Darla saw the sun appear, the plane began its final descent towards Kukuanaland International Airport. Minutes later, the plane gently landed and everyone hustled to grab his or her carry on baggage and then disembarked. The only two passengers who longed for the flight to last longer were Shelly and Darla, both of whom decided to take their time gathering their things and leaving the plane. As they carried their bags toward the exit, they passed the pilots, and Lulu, all of whom had lustful smiles on all of their lips, as smoldering glances and moist kisses were exchanged in farewell.

As Darla and Lulu exchanged one last deep kiss, Lulu caressed Darla's cheek and said, "Welcome to our world." After which Darla and Shelly took turns kissing Lulu on the cheek, as Darla told her that they hoped they would see her again, to which Lulu replied, with a wink, that such plans had already been made.

With that cryptic answer, Darla and Shelly left the plane and headed toward the customs area where Mombassa was waiting for them. Mombassa was dressed in crisply pressed camouflage fatigues and shined combat boots. However, such style was easy to understand, as the temperature was well over 90 degrees, at 7 a.m. in the morning. The three of them embraced each other, as Mombassa held on to both Darla and Shelly, and said, "Welcome to the Dark Continent" as his hands cupped their ass-cheeks and he pulled their sweaty bodies to his.

After breaking their embrace with Mombassa, Darla noticed the sweat dripping down his face. It was at that point that Darla and Shelly quickly became aware of just how hot they were, as well as how hot he was, as was clear from the bulge in his. After she noticed his hardness, Darla kissed Mombassa deep, squeezed his cock, and said, "I can see that you are happy to see us." At which all three of them laughed, just as Mombassa's assistant pulled up in an air-conditioned Hummer that contained Shelly and Darla's luggage.

After arrival in Kinshasa, Mombassa's assistant drove Darla, Shelly and Colonel Mombassa to the main army hospital, on the opposite side and on the far outskirts of the city, next to large lake, which was surrounded by jungle. After the assistant dropped Mombassa, Darla and Shelly off at the entrance the hospital, he then was ordered to drive across the army compound to the VIP lodging, where the girls' bags were to be delivered.

The oppressive jungle heat gave way to comfort, as the three of them entered the air conditioned hospital, at which time Mombassa directed Darla to a nearby nurse's dressing room, where he told her "You are going to be given a tour by the head nurse. She knows that you are here to train our nurses in the far eastern part of the country. However, I think it best that you see firsthand our nursing practices, as well as see some of our patients. The young nurse who will be escorting you is very excited to meet you."

Mombassa then exchanged greetings with a passing soldier, and then said to the girls, "You will stay at a our VIP hotel just a few miles from here until your belongings arrive, afterward you will be moved into brand new apartments here on base. It is here at this base that you will stay permanently; however for much of the time you will live and work at our army and air force bases throughout the country training our new nurses. As you saw on the way from the airport, the area around this base is quite beautiful, and there is a dense rain forest area between the hospital and the VIP hotel; however I must strongly advise you not to stray to far, this is Africa, and here there are always dangerous animals to worry about, but if you want to walk about and enjoy the scenery up close, do not stray from the paths, especially near the lake, which I implore you to not get near. I'll come back later, after your tour, and give you a ride to the hotel." After which Mombassa turned to Shelly, took her hand, and said; "Come with me! I will give you my own tour."

Mombassa and Shelly then walked away together, hand in hand, as Darla entered the locker room and found a locker with her name already on it. Inside the locker was everything she needed to shower and become refreshed after her long 20 hour journey. Darla, who was now alone in the locker room, then stripped out of her clothes and headed into the dank and dimly lit shower room and took a 20 minute shower. It was there, underneath the showerhead, on a plastic stool, where Darla found some relief from the heat building in her as she slowly fondled, stroked and scrubbed her body to a powerful orgasm as the love potions in her blood took full control over her urges and desires. Quickly, the moans of pleasure that echoed off the walls of the shower room became clearly audible to the young woman now standing in front of Darla's locker.

When Darla, now flush and refreshed from her ear piercing orgasm, finally returned to the locker, she found that her clothes were now gone, and that, in their place sat a pair of semi transparent scrubs and a new pair of socks and Reeboks. The only item missing from the mix were bra and panties. "No matter," Darla said to herself, as she then removed the set of fresh scrubs and shoes, and then closed the door. However, just as she closed the locker door, Darla suddenly noticed a young woman in a traditional nursing hat standing in the doorway.

"Hello Ms. Darla" said the nurse. "I am called Mona. It is short for my African name Monanakike. You may find it easier to pronounce. I will take you on the tour, after you are dressed. The Colonel has told me much of you."

Mona looked to be nineteen, and was dressed in scrubs similar to the ones Darla held. However, for Mona the top of her scrubs seemed a bit too tight as Darla could see her dark brown nipples straining and pressing against the fabric top.

As she awaited her reply, Mona caught Darla staring at her chest, and then licked her lips in anticipation of what her commanding officer, Colonel Mombassa, had said would likely happen today, for she had overheard him talking to the doctors and soldiers in his command about the real reason for Ms. Darla and Ms. Shelly's assignment to this base. Until now Mona had never seen such a beautiful white women, except in magazines and on the Internet. She hoped that Ms. Darla was truly the type of woman that the Colonel had bragged to the doctors and his subordinates about.

It was now beyond hot in the locker room, as there were few places in the hospital where the air-conditioning worked continuously and was reliably. As the humidity rose in the locker room, Mona noticed, through the semi transparent fabric of the scrubs, sweat rolling between Darla's breasts and down to her navel. Mona soon felt her breathing become heavier, as she watched Darla closely put her shoes on. Her eyes followed the path of the sweat, until Darla looked up at her and asked her how her hospital uniform looked.

Mona was mesmerized, as she realized that the tight top Darla wore was soaked, forcing the semi transparent fabric to cling to her body, fully exposing her pink nipples. Finally looking up Mona, with a stammer, then suggested that, "You had better change. Looking like that will be distracting to the patients."

Darla looked down, smiled and then agreed, as she removed the wet top and bottoms from her sweaty body. Then, as she stood nude in front of the mirror of her locker, Darla noticed, that Mona was lustfully looking at her. Sensing an opportunity, and still intoxicated and wet from her earlier orgasm in the shower, Darla slowly and seductively ran her hands down the front of her breasts, cupping them briefly. Her hands then wandered down her abdomen to her pussy, and then slid over her ass. Darla knew what an erotic image she was providing to Mona, as she smiled at the young women in the mirror reflection, and then reached for a towel to dry the sweat off her body.

Once she was dry, Darla opened up a dry set of scrubs and pulled them out of their package. She then grasped the top of the scrub and raised it over her head, allowing it to slide over her shoulders. Darla then slowly pulled the tight top over her ripe and firm mounds, and then slowly pulled it the rest of the way down. Darla then turned away to step into the pants when suddenly, as she was reaching down to pulled the waistband up to the bottom of her ass-cheeks, she paused. Darla then bent forward, making her rounded bottom protrude toward Mona, who by now breathing heavily with lust. She then continued, as she slowly allowed the waistband to ride over the cheeks, after which she pulled the drawstring tight.

However, Mona was now so worked up by the site of Darla that, as she bent over to tie her shoes, she came closer, and then lunged at Darla by sliding her arms around her waist, working her hands inside Darla's scrub bottoms. Darla was momentarily caught off guard and gasped as Mona's lips locked onto hers, as she turned Darla around and let her dark hands slide into Darla's ass crack. At the same time Darla clutched Mona tightly and placed her hands in the same position as she gently probed for Mona's virgin bunghole.

As the young nurses embraced, both of their cotton-covered pussies ground against each other, as Darla finally took charge and backed the young nurse into her closed locker and raised her top above her breasts, so that she could greedily suck on her chocolate brown nipples. The quick and desperate movement of both women reminded one of two animals in heat; for their movements were harsh, desperate, brutal, and determined. Suddenly, as she was backed into the locker, Mona gasped, turned her head upward, and then raised her hands to clutch Darla's hair.

Darla then squatted down in order to drink the sweat from Mona's body, by sucking it from her navel, and then dragged her tongue to the top of the drawstring. Once there, Darla pulled on the drawstring with her teeth and released the scrub, which allowed it to easily fall to the floor. Then, after kicking both her legs free from the scrubs, Mona raised one leg and wrapped it around Darla's upper back, in order to pull her closer. As she was pulled in closer, Darla reached behind Mona and separated the girl's asscheeks so that she could insert a dry finger into her sweat slicked rose bud.

When Mona felt the pressure of Darla's finger on her sphincter, Mona moaned like a wounded animal and began to gyrate her hips slowly, while at the same time Darla licked her dampened and hair covered slit with the tip of her tongue, sliding it up and down, until finally she found Mona's clit, which was by now very hard and trembling. Darla's mouth then covered Mona's pussy, while her tongue began a staccato flicking of Mona's bullet-like bud at the same time she slid her finger in and out of the girl's virgin ass.

The force and intensity of the moment soon began to cause Mona to tremble violently, as her breathing became heavier, as she gasped desperately for air and begged for Darla to stop for fear of getting caught. Darla however had no intention of stopping as she tried to insert her tongue into Mona's hot pussy, but found that she could not, as Mona was a virgin. The knowledge of which caused Darla to feel a certain kind of pleasure in knowing that she was making a woman out of Mona, more or less, just like Sofia had done to her.

As Mona gasped and begged, Darla pinned the young woman tightly against the locker and returned to flicking Mona's clit with her tongue, until, after a few more minutes of exquisite and continued pleasure, Mona exploded with an orgasm, emitting a loud scream of pleasure as she tried desperately to stay on her feet. However, Darla's strength never waned as she held Mona up, while at the same time she continued her oral assault until Mona's spasms finally subsided. After Mona calmed down, Darla then planted a long sucking kiss over Mona's cunt lips, which brought out of her one last gasp and shudder of pleasure.

Then, as she continued to hold Mona upright, Darla stood, and slid her hands behind the girl's thighs, ass, and back. Mona then reached up and brought Darla's lips to hers, so that she could taste some of her essence, for the very first time, as they kissed and shared tongues for several minutes, until finally they separated. After which Mona said breathlessly "You. You are my first. My first experience."

"I know," Darla whispered. "It gets even better. We can do more later. I promise"

"Yes," said the girl, who could hear tell tale footsteps outside the locker room." However, we must quickly put our scrubs on and go on to the tour. There are people waiting."

Darla and Mona then both dressed in silence, and went into the hallway, where they were by a stern looking 40-ish woman, who looked to be Mona's boss.

The woman then said to Darla, after looking her and Mona up and down, and smelling the sex emanating from them both.

"I am the head nurse. You may call me Luma. Where have you been?" She said with a knowing tone.

Mona stumbled for words, but Darla immediately interrupted and said, "I am sorry, it was my fault. I couldn't find scrubs my size, so Mona had to help me."

She then looked at Darla's clearly visible pink nipples, and then said "I suspect that they will have to do. Very well then. Let us proceed, we must visit the patients."

Darla's mind, however, was elsewhere, even though Luma's words had been heard. The session with Mona had whetted her appetite for much more, and she knew that she had to satisfy her own primal needs again, and very soon!

As the three of them walked together down the corridor Darla was surprised to see that the army hospital was completely modern, and, except for the lack of air-conditioning in some parts, it was like any hospital in Canada; in fact it was better then some. Yet, as Mombassa had told her and Shelly, on the ride from the airport, while the Kinshasa army hospital was modern, the vast majority of Kukuana hospitals in the eastern parts of the country were far from modern.

After a long walk down the main corridor, the three of them finally entered the first ward.

"This ward is for those with minor injuries and ailments. It is not necessary for you to visit the critically ill or injured." Luma said."The two of you can review the patient charts, and then tour more of the facility. I will be in my office." To which, Mona nodded her assent.

One by one they Mona and Darla visited the patients, speaking to them and reviewing their files. Most of the ailments were very minimal. However, after a time, Mona looked at her watch and said, "Ms. Darla, I must go and make a report to Luma. She mandates that I am prompt and precise. You may continue and meet me at the end of the hall when you are done."




Heart of Darkness Ch. 02



Mona then whispered into Darla's ear, "Thank you so much for earlier, but next time I want to make you cum." At which she then licked Darla's ear and said goodbye.

"Yes," replied Darla, as she kissed Mona's cheek and then watched the bounce of Mona's ass, as she walked away. As she disappeared down the corridor, Darla could not help but see, even through her baggy scrubs, the firm roundness of Mona's ass, which alternately shifted with each step, as the fluid, but firm, jerks of her muscles showed Darla just how well toned Mona's ass was.

'I must definitely revisit here', thought Darla, as she finally watched Mona disappear into Luma's office, which in turned caused her to regain her senses, as she slipped back into her professional nurse mode and continued her review, assessing each patient's condition, and placing notes where necessary on their charts.

Toward the end of her review, Darla came upon a handsome young man of 18, who was a soldier in the Kukuana military. He was lightly drugged, and was recovering from minor surgery on his knee. However, unlike most of the other patients, he lacked a gown. His left leg was raised in traction, while his other leg and pelvic area were draped with a thin sheet, however his chest and abdominal area were exposed.

Darla watched as the soldier's powerful pectoral muscles raised and fell as he breathed. His arms were raised over his head, causing his biceps to form large round knots, all of which gave him a look of complete vulnerability in his magnificent form. Sensing her presence, and still under the spell of the pain killers, the young and dark-skinned soldier stirred and turned his head toward Darla, whose feminine scent was still noticeable and pungently strong, as she had no panties on underneath the thin fabric of her scrubs. The soldier's lips looked slightly parched as they moved wordlessly in desperation to Darla. As she saw the dryness on his lips, Darla immediately understood what it was that he wanted.

Sensing the soldier's priShelly need, Darla reached for the pitcher on his night stand and poured him a partial glass of water. Moving closer to his head, she raised the glass with one hand and gently helped him sip, while her other hand rested upon his chest. As he sipped, Darla stared upon his face. The young soldier was very handsome, and because he looked every bit like a Black Adonis, she instinctively found her hand first rubbing his chest, stroking the firmness of his pectorals, until her fingers finally found and then softly began to stroke his dark nipple.

Upon feeling the pleasure from Darla's finger tips, the soldier moaned slightly and licked his lips. To which Darla replied and said,"You are still thirsty. Let me give you more."

Darla then raised the water glass and swallowed a few sips, after which she filled her mouth and then held it, while at the same time she moved her hand from his chest to his face, and gently pressed his cheeks to force his lips to pucker. She then placing her mouth over his, and allowed a stream of the liquid to flow through his waiting lips, the feeling of which caused him to instinctively swallow, as his mouth opened wider and his tongue moved toward the source of the cool wetness. As the cool fluid was exchanged, their tongues met and slowly slid against each other.

The soldier was still deeply under the effects of the medication and the slowness of his responses proved it, as Darla helped him by sucking his tongue into her mouth. By this time Darla, as Luma and Mona watched in the distance, had completely forgotten her professional bedside manner, savoring the soldier's male flavor, as the two very slowly began to kiss deeply. The effects of the taste of the young man's lips were overwhelmingly intoxicating to Darla who once again found herself becoming lost in the growing sensation, while inside of her, the familiar tingling began behind her navel and radiated lower. As her pussy juices once again began their flow, her hands slowly moved back to the soldier's chest, caressing as it went, as she once again gave into her most primal of desires.

Lost in the intoxication of her own lust, and without her realizing that several of the awake patients, as well as Luma and Mona, were watching, Darla's right hand quickly made its way underneath the soldier's thin sheet, where his cock had begun to stir. Enjoying the part of sex maid, Darla gently gripped the young man's slowly hardening cock and stroked its length to help it along, until soon she held more than a handful of hard, throbbing flesh. As the man's cock came to life, she looked down to see a bead of moisture forming at the tip. Sensing her young patient's new need, Darla then pulled her lips from his, releasing his tongue with a small gasp.

By now Darla's body was flush and breathing heavily, as her eyes moved along the length of the soldier's torso and then locked visually upon what it was that she was holding. Feeling the pulsing of his growing prick, Darla's hand rose to the tip and began to smear what precum that had already built up, lubricating the entire head, as his veins began to protrude and his thin and delicate tissue started to throb. As the M2 in her system took its full control over her cerebral cortex, Darla suddenly felt dizzy and rested her cheek upon his chest, while her eyes closed partially and she felt herself beginning to lose sense of reality.

Soon a light fuzz seemed to form on everything, while at the same tine the noise in the background became muffled, all of which was the sign that the M2 had now taken full control over her senses, as her face turned and her tongue instinctively made circles upon the soldier's chest, making her way to hard nipple, as she closed her teeth upon it and pulled. As she bit upon the soldier's nipple, she heard a resonant "Mmmmm", as the soldier tried unsuccessfully to open his eyes.

After a few flicks of her tongue, Darla's mouth began to wander, as a wet path of kisses and sucks were made across the soldier's rippling abs, shallow navel, and soft black pubic hair, until finally her mouth hovered over the tip of his cock. With her eyes closed, Darla paused, and then opened her mouth wide and extended her tongue. At first Darla tried unsuccessfully to make her tongue enter the opening at the tip, and then made growing circles around his cock-head until finally her mouth had completely surrounded it, while simultaneously she used both hands, as she grasped his length and began to pump his cock, in a desperate attempt to take more and more of him into her greedy mouth.

Her movements soon became simple and measured, as Darla pulled downward with her hands while at the same time all but removing the cock from her mouth, sucking hard as she did so. Then she would then try to swallow it, bringing it almost to her throat, sliding her tongue along the underside, while pulling upward firmly with both hands to feed her hunger. The motion was slow at first, as she savored the movement and flavor of the cock in her mouth. The texture of his skin, the shape of his length, the flavor of his juice, and his sheer size intoxicated Darla, as she was now completely drunk with the passion of consuming the soldier's his cock. After a time, she began to suck more and faster, as her brain registered a desperate thirst for the nameless man's salty cum. For the next several minutes, Darla continued to suck, as she gripped and pumped with a greater intensity, which forced quiet moans of pleasure from the soldier's lips, despite the fact that he was too drugged to even raise his head.

As Darla continued her oral assault, the soldier's hips instinctively rose to match her pumping, driving his cock ever deeper into her throat, until finally, his back arched, and his cock spewed several ounces of thick white liquid into her waiting mouth. The soldier's cum slowly spurted in pulses that Darla sucked and swallowed greedily, while at the same time she continued swirling her tongue around his head, as she urged out more and more of his manly essence. Then, as he spurts and spasms slowly subsided, Darla eased up.

Soon Darla's sucking became more tender as the soldier's hardness eventually diminished, until finally she allowed her mouth to gently run along the now flaccid length; toward the base and around his balls. Then suddenly, on an impulse, Darla sucked on her finger and quickly shoved it into the soldier's tight ass, as a sharp "AH" emitted from his throat and he became hard once again and then wasted no time in once again sucking and pumping him vigorously. Unlike the first time, this second milking session took a long time, but eventually she was able to coax the soldier's sweet juice out of him, emptying it all into her mouth.

This time around, as the soldier came, Darla ceased all movement and just sucked and sucked, draining the soldier's every last drop of cum and swallowing it slowly, savoring the taste of the globs that slowly poured down her throat. Finally, as the fuzziness and erotic fog slowly lifted, Darla released the soldier from her mouth, as her thirst was now satisfied, sat up and then re-covered him with the sheet. She then fluffed her hair, got to her feet, and walked away; however, even though she had completed her rounds, the tingling in her abdomen still remained as she headed down the corridor to Luma's office. 



Heart of Darkness Ch. 03



Since their arrival in Kinshasa, just hours ago, the M2 within Darla and Shelly had suddenly come to a boiling point, unleashing within them insatiable desires that only a place like Africa could satisfy.

At the end of the hallway, Darla met Mona and said, "I'm done. Have you seen Shelly?"

"No Ms. Darla," Mona answered."However, you may want to check the rear of the hospital, near the barracks. There is a recreation area there where the Colonel's men go to workout this time everyday. I would go with you, but I must work with Nurse Luma in helping some critical patients. It is easy to find, just continue to the end of the hallway and go through the double doors."

To which Darla nodded, winked and licked her lips to the blushing Mona, and then ventured off in her search for Shelly.

As she reached the double doors that led to the recreation area, Darla heard a low muffled sound. As she looked around, Darla paused, trying to determine the source, which seemed to be coming from behind a closed door to her left that led to a sauna. She then approached the door and slowly eased it open and found herself enveloped in a thick and dense fog of natural Mahala, which was mixed in with the steam of the sauna.

What Darla saw froze her in her tracks, for there, before her, in the dimly lit room, was over a dozen men, all in partial states of nakedness, with sweat pouring down their glistening bodies. However, it wasn't the nakedness of the men that startled Darla, what was alarming to her was the fact that all of the men were wearing gas masks. While, sandwiched in between two of the masked men was Shelly, who was completely nude and drenched with sweat, with one arm of hers draped over the neck of the soldier she was facing.

Shelly's head rested on his other shoulder, facing Darla, as her other arm hung limply at her side. The soldier who was supporting her thighs with both hands was methodically fucking her pussy, while behind her was another soldier who held one ankle in each of his hands, while at the same time his thick cock slid slowly in and out of her asshole. There, through the dense fog of the Mahala steam Darla watched Shelly being double fucked by the two masked soldiers; however, it was clear, from the puddle of cum on the concrete floor that at least four others had taken their turns earlier, while several others waited their turn on the benches next to them.

Darla's initial reaction, because of the gas masks, was to scream and rush to her aid. However, when she noticed Shelly's face, through the wet matted hair on her face, Darla could see a half smile on her lips which were parted and whispered the words "yes...yes...yes..."; almost in tandem with each stroke of the huge cocks that impaled her.

The motions of the cocks piercing Shelly were precise, as the masked soldier over whom Shelly hung would pull her to him, driving his stiff dick full into her pussy, while at the same time, just as he shoved his full length into her, the other soldier behind her would pull at her ankles and force her ass down so that she could swallow his cock. Yet, despite the enormity of the cocks that simultaneously were impaling her, Shelly was not hurt, but instead, thanks to the narcotic effect of the Mahala laced steam, she was in complete ecstasy, as the two men simultaneously and then alternated in filling her pussy and ass with their stiff members, as she urged them on in hushed tones.

Shelly, like Darla, was now so completely intoxicated with the M2 that she too had long ago abandon any resistance to satisfying her own primal carnal desires. Mombassa had deliberately planned for both she and Darla to make this the last stop of their hospital tour, so that his masked men, all of whom were assigned to protect the women, could sample the physical pleasures that Mombassa promised them as a reward for their work and devotion to him in protecting the military hospital.

It quickly became clear to Darla, who was by now becoming very light headed because of the narcotic effect of the airborne Mahala and the mutant strain in her blood, that Shelly had been in this session for a quite awhile and that another orgasm would occur soon, as she watched a slightly pained expression come over Shelly's face, as her chin tilted upward and her mouth uttered a brief' series of moans, after which her body then began to convulse and shudder.

As Shelly's body began to twitch and convulse, her muscles clamped tightly down on the cocks of the men, forcing them to shove their dicks harshly into her enraptured body, while Darla watched as their white hot cum dripped down into growing puddles on the floor. Then, after the soldiers were done, they extracted their now limp dicks from Shelly and allowed her legs to fall to the floor.

Shelly was still being supported by as the soldier in front of her tore off his mask, deeply inhaled the Mahala, and then began French kissing her. While their smoldering kiss continued, the other soldier in back of her, who had also removed his gas mask to take in the Mahala, pulled Shelly away and into his arms. He then gripped Shelly by her waist from behind; which allowed her to arch backward so that her head and arms could hang freely, as he bent forward to suck her nipples. His lips kissed the left one first, and then the other, after which he pulled her up partially to shove his tongue into her mouth, while she, Shelly, desperately attempted to drink from his tongue as if it were a fine wine.

The soldier then pulled his mouth away and let Shelly fall back again, as he used one hand to support the small of her back, while he turned her around, raised her thighs, and then wrapped her legs around his waist, as he entered her pussy slowly, inch by powerful inch. While he did so, Shelly opened her mouth wide, and slowly fell backward. At first, Darla thought that a gasp was about to come from deep within her, until she noticed another masked man had positioned himself near her head; as his big black cock sought out a target, which he soon found in Shelly's mouth. To which Shelly responded by reaching behind the soldier in her mouth, gripping his ass-cheeks with both hands, spreading them, while at the same time the man in her mouth held her chin and neck, tilting them further back; so as to align his cock with her throat.

Soon a muffled 'Ummm' was heard as another two inches of his throbbing cock found their way into Shelly's hungry mouth. With the positioning now complete, the fuck/suck rhythm commenced, as Shelly pulled one cock into her throat as far as she could, and then, when that limit was finally reached in her throat, she would wrap her thighs tighter around the other man's waist, driving his cock deeper into her greedy cock starved pussy. Again and again this sequence took place, as Darla stood there in the doorway erotically transfixed as she too was now highly intoxicated with the airborne Mahala that now coated her lungs, and skin.

Never before had Darla witnessed Shelly hunger for cock with such abandon, the sight of which caused her pussy began to itch and drip, while at the same time her nipples quickly hardened. As a bead of thick liquid began to drool down Darla's inner thigh, one of her hands found itself instinctively sliding under the drawstring of her scrubs, seeking divine moisture. While, Darla's other free hand then began to palpitate and rub the nipple of one breast, at the same time her hips began a slow grind, as her body swayed in cadence with Shelly's face and pussy fucking that she was now watching being performed before her.

As Shelly's movements became more desperate, indicating the imminence of another orgasm, Darla felt one approaching inside of her as well, and soon began to feel light-headed. However, somehow this climax was different than others she had on the plane and with Mona; for instead of the violent shudder which she was accustomed to; Darla's body vibrated from head to toe, as her pussy flexed against her fingers, and her cum seemed to flow instead of spurt, as she herself moan loudly, the sound of which drew the attention of all of the masked men in the room.

Then, through now heavy lidded eyes, Darla saw dark shadows slowly approach her; as she gasped at their hulking sizes and the menacing alien look of the gas masks on their faces. As if in a dream, Darla saw above her a dark black face that had removed its mask, and forced his wet tongue to enter her mouth, while at the same time his strong hands gripped her waist, while from behind her, her hands were raised above her head by another masked man, and her top was removed, while simultaneously her drawstring was pulled and her bottoms fell to the floor. From then on, as the Mahala pumped through her blood and went took over the pleasure center of her brain, everything seemed, to Darla, to be a mosaic of sensations. Now completely lost in the dark lust, Darla had no idea how many men were now probing her, tasting her, sucking her, and fucking her.

Even though Darla was still standing, a strong mouth had begun sucking on her pussy, as his thick tongue slid between her cunt lips; while from behind, one massive finger, and soon another, entered her sweaty ass and gently pried her open, while at the same time a tongue found its way there and began to make delicious circles around her rim. Darla then felt her head being turned to the side where a new set of lips covered her mouth, while her left arm was raised and another tongue tasted her armpit. Elsewhere, on her now moist Mahala covered body, someone bit cruelly on her rock-hard nipple, but then began to soothe it with a gentle suckling, while at the same time her other nipple was consumed by what seemed to be two sets of lips and tongues.

By this time Darla's legs had lost the strength to support her, however she was still erect, as she seemed to hang upon a vast array of tongues and fingers, while waves of pleasure slowly rolled through her as the oral sampling continued. Soon, however, Darla was soon in complete sensory overload, when she heard a familiar muffled voice say, "Lay her down, she's ready now."

It was Mombassa, and he was directing the action of his men, whom he had promised would be the first to sample the pleasures from their new Canadian visitors. Upon Mombassa's direction, four hands then gently lifted Darla by the back of her knees, and her armpits, while the rest of her body hung limply, as she was carried to what was felt to be a narrow bench covered with a thick blanket. The men carefully laid Darla on her back on the narrow bench, causing her legs to dangle to either side, completely exposing her dripping pussy. As Darla laid on the bench, she opened her eyes to the fog of the dimly lit room and watched as male shadows then formed above and around her.

As she lay there, Darla smelled the musk of the cock that was now above her head and sought to enter her mouth, which she then opened wide to accommodate. As the giant cock entered her mouth, the soldier's entire muscular body fell over hers until his mouth covered her pussy and slowly began to pay homage to her now legendary pink opening. Darla still had more lips yet to feel, as two tongues began to lick the soles of her feet and suck upon each toe, one by one. As the action quickly progressed, she felt her breasts being pulled in different directions and then mouthed by two different men, while elsewhere on her body two others licked the palms of her hands. For the now completely intoxicated and sexually insatiable Darla, the dreamlike sequence seemed to continue on for eternity, during which she came four times, until finally, after her fourth climax, the action briefly stopped.

As if they had practiced their moves beforehand, the soldiers then picked Darla up, gently turned her over, and placed her face down on the bench so that her chin hung over the edge and her arms and legs dangled, barely touching the floor. Darla then felt her ass being massaged deeply, as her cheeks were roughly separated so that a large amount of oil could be poured into her crack. After the oil was applied, Darla felt a stiff cock being eased forcefully and gradually into her tight butt, until finally the veined invader reached bottom, as and the soldier's hairy balls rubbed up against her ass. At the same time the cock slowly entered her ass, the tip of another cock touched her mouth, which she reflexively gripped with both hands, brought to her lips, and began to suck on with abandoned greed.

For a full 15 minutes, Darla's tight ass was slowly reamed by what could only be described as hot flexible iron, until finally, and without warning, the cock that slowly pistoled in her behind suddenly blew its load. However, instead of pulling out, the soldier continued to fuck her ass, even as Darla felt the man's spunk ooze past the length of his cock and dribble along her crack onto the bench. As the soldier's cum poured out of her ass, her mouth was soon filled with even more salty spunk a few moments later. For the next few moments, Darla greedily sucked and squeezed the juice out of both men, until finally they removed themselves, and then lifted her up so that she was repositioned on her back.

For the next hour, as the Mahala continued to swirl and intoxicate the unmasked men and women, seven men took turns filling Darla's pussy to new limits, until finally, after the seventh man blew his load, she passed out. Moments later, after Darla opened her eyes, she saw Mombassa, still in his gas mask, looking down at her.

Mombassa then said in a devious and muffled voice, "She is more alert now, we can go on. Start positioning both of them."

With those words, Darla felt herself being lifted off the bench. By now, after waking up, Darla was indeed alert, but she was thoroughly exhausted and too weak to stand. As if sensing her weakness, Mombassa draped her arms around his neck and wrapped her legs around his waist, after which he gripped an ass-cheek in either hand, gently spread them, and then raised Darla's hips, lowering her onto his sweat slick cock.

Darla was soon forced back into a dreamy erotic state, when suddenly she inhaled deeply and slowly, as Mombassa slowly began to fill every inch of her pussy. When he finally reached her cervix, Darla exhaled and smiled. She was face to face with him, as her eyes looked into his gas-mask covered eyes, pleadingly, for she desperately wanted him to begin the thrusting that she now insatiably craved. Then, as if reading her mind, Mombassa said to Darla, "Just relax mon ami, we are almost finished. Look over my shoulder to see what, or rather who, cums next."

Darla then looked over Mombassa's shoulder and saw the familiar sight of Shelly sandwiched between two powerful black men. Once again, two huge cocks were in her; but this time the second cock was slowly going deeper into her ass. Shelly too looked completely exhausted, but she had the same erotic grin that was on her face earlier. Then, as Mombassa held Darla upright, he nodded to a soldier behind her to slide a finger into Darla's puckered asshole, which she relaxed to allow entry, as more of the tingly banana oil was smeared into her anal cavity in order to make it just as moist and dripping as her pussy.

After the lubricant was applied and the strong finger removed, Darla felt an enormously thick dick head press up against her tight hole and slowly force its way deep into her core. As the monster cock invaded her rear, Darla moaned in pleasure at the incredible pressure of the two cocks now being applied against the thin layer of her flesh, which lay between them. As the cocks impaled her, their heads rubbed up against each other as Mombassa and the soldier double fucked her into deeper submission.

All the while she was being double fucked, Darla watched intently over Mombassa's shoulder at the same scene, which was now taking place with Shelly. Like Darla, Shelly was also alert but completely helpless, as her arms were clutched from the rear by the powerful black man, who still was wearing a gas mask and fucking her ass. However, unlike Darla, Shelly was now actively participating in the fuck-fest, thrusting her hips forward and impaling her pussy with one dick, while she partially withdrew the other from her ass.

Shelly's arching motion then drove the other dick deeper into her ass, while allowing the first to slide from her pussy. The look on Shelly's face said it all, as the tempo of her movements increased, while at the same time her cries of "Shit yes, fuck me, go all the way through me," filled the room. Watching this erotic and decadent spectacle made Darla's hips take on a consciousness of their own, as her hips shifted slowly forward, then back; allowing the two cocks inside of her to slowly and alternately slide in and out. The force of Darla's new movements caused her head to bob about loosely on her neck, as she, with the help of gravity, felt the cocks in her reach new depths, as the men began to pump her faster, causing her hips to jerk violently, backward then forward, up and into her, and then out; satisfying one hole, then the other.

Again and again, each of Darla's entry points begged for more and got it; however, not to be neglected was her mouth, which now sought out Mombassa's sweet tasting tongue. Out of desperation she ripped the mask that covered his sweaty bald head, and with her teeth gripped his lips just short of the point of being painful; pulling and tugging, as her mount sucked them and licked them with her tongue. The desire for Darla to fill all her cavities was just too overwhelming, as she tried to satisfy this desire by sucking Mombassa's tongue as hard as she could, pulling it almost to her throat. The faster Darla was double fucked, the harder she sucked, and of all she had experienced over the past two hours, this was by far the most intense.

Suddenly, after what once again seemed like and eternity, her double ended orgasm hit her like she was being hit by bolts of lightening. As she began to shake and convulse, both of her hands gripped Mombassa's sweaty bald head, the sheer power of her orgasm took control until soon she no longer had enough strength in her limp body to move her hips. As her strength gave out, Darla felt a glow and wave of hot electric pleasure wash over her and consume her, while at the same time her cunt and ass continued to spasm for several minutes.

At that point when Darla's spasms ended, a second and more gentle warm glow flowed throughout her being, as if she had been imparted with the holy spirit. It was at that moment Darla instinctively knew that she had now found what she had been searching for since embarking on her strange and erotic life journey. Now, for the first time since her new passions had grown and taken control, she felt satisfied, albeit temporarily; however it had taken over ten men to do it. Yet, the feelings of satisfaction would soon be short lived, as Mombassa, by injecting them with a mutant strain of Mahala, M2, had turned both Darla and Shelly into insatiable nymphomaniacs. The result of which was that both women would never know what true sexual satisfaction was all about, for like drug addicts in search of their next fix, Darla and Shelly would soon begin a journey across the continent, globe and universe, in a desperate search for the ultimate sexual high.

Finally, as Darla's sighs of pleasure subsided, the two cocks that were embedded deeply and firmly inside of her, were slowly pulled out. After which, both she and Shelly were carried by Mombassa's men into a large communal shower room where they were each laid on separate plastic tables. As Shelly and Darla laid on their backs basking in the aftereffects of their orgasms, and the afterglow of their sexual ordeal, they watched as the men, one by one, removed their rubber gas masks, to reveal their hairless and expressionless faces.




Heart of Darkness Ch. 03



Then, without saying a work, the men turned on the warm water over Shelly and Darla, and slowly lathered them with Mahala laced soap, and then slowly scrubbed and washed them. The rush of hot water and soap was as soothing as the women luxuriated in the feeling of 12 strong black hands, each, rubbing their flesh, after which they were each was patted down with dry with soft towels and then rubbed from head to toe with warmed herbal lotions. Then after they were dried, the girls were then dressed in traditional loose-fitting Kukuana attire.

However, as the soldiers dressed them no sexual overtures of any kind took place, but then neither Darla nor Shelly felt the desire for any more sex, at least for the moment. Then, after the girls were dressed and had regained some of their waning strength, Mombassa ordered that they be driven the relatively short distance back to their hotel, where they would be able to sleep off the effects of the jet lag and the sexual marathon of the day. To which, the selected soldiers then drove, and then carried the women, who were still so tired and exhausted that they were barely able to walk, into their room, where they found a basket filled with fruit, wine and cheese was waiting for them.

The soldiers who carried them sat them down on their respective beds, pulled off their dresses, and then turned and walked to the door, after which they turned to face them, clicked their heels and crisply bowed their heads and said, "Ladies, please enjoy the rest of your evening." The soldiers then closed the door and disappeared, after which both Darla and Shelly looked at each other, still dazed from too much sex and not enough sleep, and with their mouths agape and on queue, fell back on the beds and quickly fell asleep.

Suddenly, as she was overwhelmed by her tiredness, Darla once again found herself mired in a strange dream.

In her mind she suddenly felt herself running and gasping for breath, with deep sighs that made her chest heave, which in turned caused her breasts to rise and fall in slow motion. However, as Darla continued to run, she sensed that she was losing ground with each step. As she ran, Darla saw before her a fine foggy mist which covered the ground, and parted as her ripe body sliced though it. Behind her, the sound of galloping hooves sounded closer with each second.

Suddenly, after turning her head to try and catch a glimpse of her pursuer, Darla slipped and fell, tearing her sheer nightgown and exposing the long length of her leg to the shaved silkiness of her crotch. However, despite the fall, Darla rose quickly, but stepped on the hem of the gown, making it tear again at one shoulder, before finally she resumed her running. As she continued to flee, the galloping behind her continued, yet the sound of her pursuer indicated that it had now slowed down to a casual trot, as Darla found herself beginning to tire, stumbling again, rising, stumbling yet again, before she finally found herself with barely enough strength to crawl.

As Darla crawled in the dirt, she heard hoof beats approach her from behind with slow deliberation. Suddenly, she felt herself being pulled out of her tattered white gown as one hoof held down a ripped edge, as she continued to try to escape on all fours. Darla's orientation, by now, was completely lost as she tried to make her way through the mist, which collected as fine droplets that mixed with her sweat and flowed in tiny rivers along her skin. Despite the fact that she was totally exhausted, and barely conscious, she tried to climb over a large tree stump in a last desperate attempt to escape her pursuer.

However, when Darla was halfway over the tree stump, she suddenly felt her legs being forced apart as she lands hard, on her belly, on the tree stump, which elevated her ass invitingly. Now completely defeated, Darla resigned herself to her fate, as she saw two hooves straddle either side of her, and then felt an enormous cock rub against her sodden pussy lips. Breathlessly, as the cock head pressed in, Darla mouthed the word 'no', while at the same time she arched her back in order to improve, for her pursuer, the angle of entry. Then, as the cock head pressed in, Darla looked over her shoulder to see the devilish grin of the half-man, half-horse, Centaur.

Upon seeing the surrender on Darla's face, the Centaur grabbed a fistful of her flaming red hair, at the same time he slid into her slowly, allowing her to adjust as his massive mythical cock violated her. From below, Darla, impatient with lust from the sight of her captor, moved her hips back to drive the Centaur's horse cock deeper into her, while at the same time she moaned with desire, the echos of which reverberated throughout the green forest. Meanwhile, from above, the Centaur, upon seeing Darla's readiness and willingness, after he had completely buried his 16 inch cock into her near bottomless cunt, then began to rhythmically fuck her with long and slow strokes. As the beast slowly penetrated her, the Centaur could hear Darla's moans and gasps of ecstasy urging him to move faster and deeper.

After a long while, as Darla was in the midst of her sixth orgasm, she suddenly sensed that she may be in danger, for a cock this size could easily split her in half; however, she was overcome by far too much raw pleasure and ecstasy, that she was afraid to make the slightest move to stop it. Thus she slowly moved to oblivion, the giant cock guiding her there, until suddenly in the distance she could hear another set of hoofs approaching... 



Heart of Darkness Ch. 04



It was almost noon the next day before either Darla or Shelly awoke. Their legs were a bit wobbly as they headed to the bathroom, where they showered together and playfully fondled each others tits and pussies, all of which were still a bit sore from all of the fucking they that had received the day before. However, as neither one was seeking an orgasm; they decided instead that they were just having some good clean fun, and enjoyed the sensations of each other's hands and mouths as they washed and rinsed each other.

As they showered, Darla told Shelly about the strange dream from the night before, and how her dreams had seemingly increased in erotic intensity ever since she had gone to the Powerhouse Gym. To which Shelly, who was a believer in the prophecy of dreams, replied that she to had been having similar erotic dreams, and that she believed that their strange dreams were quite possibly their brains quest to show them their hidden desires or fears. What convinced Darla that Shelly was right, was the fact that, just like in her dreams back in Canada, she was taken and pleasured by men wearing gas masks. However, out of fear of spooking her, Darla thought it best to not tell Shelly about those recurring dreams, all of which had most definitely come true.

Once out of the shower Shelly put on a comfortable cotton dress with only a thong underneath, while Darla dressed in LL Bean hiking attire.

"Why are you dressing like that?" Shelly asked.

"Well, do you remember that lake that is nearby? I just thought that I would hike over to it and take in the sights. The only exercise that I have had for a while has been sex, and the walk will do me good."

"WHAT," said Shelly, "Are you crazy, Mombassa warned us not to go in the lake."

"No! What he said was that we should stay on the paths. I don't remember him saying we should away from the lake. Anyway, its our first full day in Africa, and I want to take some time to be alone and soak it all in. I promise I'll be careful," said Darla.

To which Shelly replied with a smile and a kiss, "Alright, I know you will be careful. I think I am going to take a walk myself over by the army barracks. I'll meet you back here in a couple of hours, but if I am not back, call a search party. Enjoy the scenery. Bye."

Shelly, who was dressed in only a halter top and bike shorts then rushed out to catch a glimpse of Mombassa's troops, all of whom were doing exercises in the back of the hospital, which, from their quarters, were over a mile away. However, as luck would have it one of the soldiers who had fucked her at the hospital the previous day was running late and gave her a lift in his jeep over to the hospital so she could get her own tour, and, more than likely, meet Mona.

Meanwhile, after Shelly left, Darla continued to prepare for her hike. Among the items she took in her small backpack were Granola bars and a couple of bottles of Evian that she had been given on the flight from Montreal to Paris. However, after seeing the forecast for the day on CNN, Darla thought it best if she drank two full glasses before she ventured out in the hot and sticky the Kukuana heat.

The sun was high in the sky, and radiated lots of heat, as Darla walked briskly, heading away from the gate of the army base and toward a heavily forested area that lay next to an area where dozens of old military vehicles, all of which were in poor condition, were parked. As Darla walked on the barely visible trail that led to the lake, she began to grow very heated, as she realized that it was much hotter and humid than she had originally thought, and removed her vest and placed it in her backpack.

After about a couple of miles, Darla opened her jacket, revealing a black silk midriff with thin straps, which barely covered her ample breasts and exposed a succulent navel. By this time the trail she was walking on suddenly stopped, nearly seven miles and two hours into her journey, she found herself completely surrounded by lush tropical trees as well as the sounds of nature. Darla now felt like she was in a new world full of peace and serenity. The sheer beauty of the lush tropical forest, as well as the intoxicating scent of the strange looking foliage, had made also made Darla feel more than a little bit horny, as she began to remove more of her clothing to escape the heat.

Then, as the tropical heat warmed up the Mahala toxins in her brain, Darla suddenly was overwhelmed with the urge to strip. She then unzipped her shorts and allowed the waist to splay open naturally, as she leaned forward, and pushed her beautiful breasts together, and then released them and let them hang. As her breasts hung down, Darla's nipples rubbed against the silk fabric, and became hard. Then, as the combination of heat and humidity, made sweat glisten on her radiant body, she finally stepped out of her boots and shorts, leaving on nothing but her thong.

Once again Darla became lost in lust, as she slowly pulled her thong out of the crack of her ass and from between her wet pussy lips. She then pulled one of the bottles of Evian from her pack, turned it upside down as she slowly gulped down its coolness. The water was extremely refreshing, making Darla feel even more alive and energetic. Then, after drinking her fill, she began to pour some of the cool water on her sweaty and sweltering body, the coolness of which caused her to moan, as the liquid cascaded down her breasts and then in a stream in and out of her navel, ultimately into a small waterfall as it left her pussy. Darla then pulled her fiery red hair up, and squirted some Evian down her back; where her rounded ass-cheeks caused the flow of water to break into three streams, one of which flowed into her crack. Then, while still pouring the water with one hand down her back, Darla pulled apart one cheek and let the water flow over her still tender anus.

As Darla felt the cool water hit her tight sphincter, she moaned loudly, "Oh God, that's good!'

After the water bottle emptied, Darla recovered herself from the lust, stopped and then placed the plastic bottle into her backpack. As she bent down, not to far away from where she had stopped, under the cover of a thick canopy of jungle, she had spotted the lake that Mombassa had warned her about. Darla then looked at her watch, scanned the lake for any strange or dangerous creatures, and then, despite Mombassa's warning, decided that a quick swim would be wonderful. She then gathered her clothes and backpack, and then walked nude, deeper into the forest.

The cool breeze told her that the lake was bigger than she had thought, and when she reached the forest clearing, she was surprised to see such a placid and peaceful expanse of water. Darla was thrilled, and she was doubtful that a lake this small held any large or dangerous creatures, since she had not seen any walking through the forest. For Darla she sensed that the lake was perfectly safe, despite the warning from Mombassa to stay out of the water.

What Mombassa had not told either Darla or Shelly, for fear of scaring them, was that the former Zairian military had been rumored to have used the lake to conduct super secret biological experiments in the 1960's during the cold war. The results of those experiments, some believed, were the proliferation of numerous species of carnivorous plants, both in and out of the water, that had mutated and now had taken on all kinds of strange and alien forms. However, such rumors of man eating plants in the lake had never been found out or proven to be true. As a result, Mombassa, put no stock in the bizarre tales of man eating plants, for he had lived near the lake for many ears, on the army base, and had never once seen any proof of these alien plants. Yet, despite his disbelief, Mombassa thought it best to at least warn his new nurses to stay within the paths, for their own safety, as there were other dangers, namely the savage tribes who lived near the lake, which the Mombassa's soldier's jokingly called "The Black Lagoon."

When Darla slowly waded, naked, into the warm water of the lake, each step she made sent a ripple across the water, disturbing the mirror like quality of its surface. As she slowly entered, Darla looked down at her reflection, which was distorted as she walked, as the water around her rose as she waded deeper. As she stepped along the slimy bottom, the water around her rose quickly from her taut calves, to her smooth toned thighs, and finally to her pussy where she paused to feel the water lap at her still tender split. As she waded out into the deep of the lake, Darla saw a fallen tree branch that protruded a few feet away and moved toward it. The branch felt secure, so she turned around and rested her back against it, gripping it with her hands at the ends of outstretched arms. She then allowed her body to float up to the surface, as her legs made circular pedaling motions. However, when she finally stopped, Darla felt an extremely soft sucking taking place at her ankles, and then suddenly the feeling jumped to her other ankle.

While Darla basked in the sun in the water, from far away, another person sat watching, through a pair of high-powered binoculars, at the first naked and beautiful white woman to ever enter the lake. The one enjoying the spectacle was a certain rogue scientist who, after he saw that Darla was completely alone, decided it best to get closer to her and find out who she was, and why she was here. He then lowered himself from his treetop observation post, and made his way to his solar and battery powered Land Rover for the long three mile journey, around the lake, to where the mysterious naked woman now was.

Oblivious to the men and creatures from across who were now coming closer for a better look at her, Darla raised her leg out of the water and saw a strange looking plant squirming on her, which she gently pulled off and looked at it; however, despite its alien appearance, it did not look particularly harmful and reminded her of the Venus flytraps she grew in school. The sucking and squirming were caused by the flytraps's large lips, which undulated while it adhered to the slick surface of her smooth skin. The flytrap's lips were about the size of the areola around her nipples, and as she looked at it and studied it, a perverse thought crossed her mind. As she looked at the plantl, Darla wondered just how it would feel elsewhere on her body. She then put the flytrap on her nipple and waited, until sure enough, the super soft sucking began again and she felt the pleasurable effects on her nipple of the plant's natural movements. Darla then grabbed the other flytrap off of her ankle and placed it on her other nipple as she moaned softly in appreciation. Thereafter, for several long minutes, Darla basked in the pleasure of the moment, as she laid back again in the water to enjoy the feeling.

Soon however, another flytrap found its way onto her abdomen and began inching towards her navel. Suddenly, after just a few moments, still more flytraps were sliding on her hips and angling towards her crotch. Darla quickly realized that maybe a dozen or so of the mutant flytraps were moving over her body, tantalizing her flesh as they did so. The movements of the flytraps however only caused Darla to moan harder in pleasure, as she started to take note of their positions and counted at least three flytraps converging on her pussy. Quickly, as Darla laid still in the calm fresh water underneath the hot African sun, a flytrap made its way between her legs, just behind her pussy; while another positioned itself between it and her rectum. Several others were now on various parts of her inner thighs, and of course there were the two that she had placed upon her nipples. Individually, the feelings caused by the flytraps were too subtle to make a huge difference; but collectively, they were now having a definite impact on Darla, as her Mahala filled blood began to pump harder and harder, turning her past primal fear of all things slimy, into a new erotic sensation.

Eventually, the three flytraps near her pussy found a home and made themselves comfortable, while the one further back near her rectum had nestled in as well. For Darla, it felt like the flytraps would take forever to make her cum, but what was happening to her was definitely making her juices flow. As she felt her pussy become moist, Darla then wondered what other pleasure she could experience there in the lake. Darla soon learned the answer to that question a few minutes later as the three-foot and two inch thick tentacled vine from a nearby wrapped itself around her thigh, as she gasped at the realization that both her lust and fear were keeping her from moving. After it wrapped itself tight around her thigh, the tentacled vine quickly moved towards where the three flytraps were nestling on Darla's pussy. What feared Darla the most was not knowing if the tentacled vine around her was part of a man eating plant, especially since the research she did, prior to traveling, said that Kukuanaland was full of poisonous and possibly deadly reptiles, flora and fauna. The species that now wrapped itself around her lake was a carnivorous plant, but for now it was just investigating new burrows in search of small fish, which was likely why its tongue like stamin was playing with Darla's flowing cunt.

As she floated in fearful silence, Darla's pulse began to race, for even though she knew that she probably was not in danger, she was still nervous about what the cock like head of the vine now appeared to be doing. The tentacle's head, which felt like it was about the size of a medium sized cock, was soon poking at her slick entrance until finally, Darla was overcome by the erotic excitement and fear because of the perilous position she was in, she shuddered with a small orgasm, which in turn drew the vine into her. However, When the tendril entered her womb, Darla let out a lustful gasp, as she realized that the vine was stronger that it appeared. Once the head had gained entrance, the man eating plant used a sinusoidal motion to move deeper and deeper inside of her, while at the same timer her gasps became louder and more desperate. However, even though she was being violated for the first time by an other worldly creature, Darla had no compulsion to remove it.

As it moved, Darla could feel the plant's stamin flicking at the lining of her pussy. As a result of the M2 in her brain, her primal instincts now told her to simply relax and enjoy. However, Darla did not realize that the cumulative effect of having the mutant flytraps sucking her most sensitive spots, as well as the tentacle sliding into her, would have her hotter than she ever realized. For the next several minutes, as the mutant plants of the lake continued pleasuring her, Darla felt a familiar buzz move through her, until suddenly her hips began to jerk, as the effect of being aroused by the flytraps and having her womb invaded by the serpent-like tentacle now had her in a controlled, non-explosive orgasm.

Soon the clear water between Darla's legs turned a bit cloudy, as tiny fish converged and swam in and out of the area. As the fish approached, the tentacle suddenly pulled out of her, causing her to gasp at the sudden emptiness inside. She then watched, silently, as the tendril began to capture the fish, one by one; sliding around Darla's pussy, until finally all of the fish were gone, and the snake-like vine had disappeared back into the deep of the lake. 

Soon her breathing became more normal, and she finally began to come to her senses, Darla decided that it was now time for her to get out of the water and head back to her room. As she walked out of the water, Darla gently removed the strange looking flytraps that still hung from her lithe and wet body, but felt sorry to let them go, for they had served her very well. She knew that she would have to bring Shelly back for a late night swim, yet, despite the forbidden nature of such alien delights, Darla felt no shame at the pleasure that she had just received. In fact, as Darla moved to shore, she wondered what other perverse pleasures she could look forward too in Africa.

Under the gaze of the bright hot sun, Darla slowly waded back to shore, but was mildly dazed and confused, and as a result she left the water about 20 feet from where she had originally entered it. She then looked around and saw her clothes just a bit away, but not before a tickling sensation drew her attention and she looked down to see ants crawling between her wet mud-covered toes. However, these were not fire ants, so she knew that she was in no danger, but as she lifted her foot and began to brush the ants off, she lost her balance and felt her leg scrape a thorny plant.

As she cried out in pain from her contact with the thorn, Darla suddenly became very dizzy as she looked at the plant and immediately recognized it from her biology class. The plant was related to the family that yielded drugs like curare and digitalis, and, once it made contact with human flesh, it caused the motor muscles of the victim to shut down. At that moment of realization, Darla panicked and tried to rush toward her clothes and backpack where her first aid kit was stored. However, as she ran Darla felt her legs grow numb, and she stumbled to the sandy ground and dense brush. Darla then tried to crawl, but her arms failed her, as she felt herself becoming weak and helpless. She then rolled over on her back and tried to scream, but no sound came out as she suddenly blacked out and fell into a deep momentary trance.

After a few minutes, Darla's eyes slowly opened, but she still could not move; however, she was now able to breath easily. Darla sense of doom gave way to relief, since apparently, the scrape was so minor that the effects of the plant on her were not as dire as she had read in the medical journals. She knew that she would eventually recover if she could just rest; yet just as she felt that she could relax, she felt that familiar tickling again, as the lake ants began to crawl all over her body. However, the ants on Darla's body quickly converged on her pussy, as she realized that her orgasm in the water probably started a flow, from which her secretions still continued. Darla knew that the protein in her cum could serve as food for the ants, and for her that was not good, for the ants now swarmed between her cunt lips; while some even began to enter her. However, unlike most ants, these did not bite, but their tiny feet were bringing upon a new round of perverse arousal that she was now unable to control.

Darla was completely helpless; bound by her paralysis, which now had her in a position of once again becoming turned on and pleasured by the creatures of the lake. Yet, despite her lust, Darla somehow found the ability to whisper and gasp defiantly "No! No!" However, this sensation was quite different from what she had just endured in the lake, as these ants seemed to enjoy her cunt juice and had sent a message to the entire colony to come forth and feast upon the product of her orgasm. As she lay there in the brush, Darla tried hard to move but could only shift the position of her head. At this rate, by her estimation, it would be almost an hour before she could recover enough to stand, and she was not sure that she could take the tickling torture of the ants for so long. However, her fear was soon redirected to a rustling sound in the bush next to where she lay, as she heard what she thought was a large animal quickly approaching, which in turn caused Darla to whisper to herself,'Oh God. What is it?'

As Darla lay on the ground helplessly, an alien looking plant that hovered over her and shaded her from the sun suddenly bloomed. As the plant opened up an extremely long purple tentacle emerged from the center and made a slow, but deliberate, descent towards her. The creature was another mutant plant that fed on the insects and small animals that crossed its path. As she lay there in fear, Darla's eyes became focused on the abnormally long cock sized stamin that snaked in and out. At this point Darla did not know what to expect, as the alien creature snaked over and on to her, covering her with a sweet smelling gooey slime, and began to eat the ants from her body as quickly as it could.




Heart of Darkness Ch. 04



The alien looking plant quickly ate up the ants by shooting its cylindrical monster tongue out, which allowed the ants to stick to it, and then, just as rapidly, it would suck the tongue back into its mouth, and then shoot it out again with incredible speed. Within seconds the ants disappeared from Darla's body, consumed by the plant's sticky tongue. However, as it slurped up the ants on her wet and mud slime covered body, the plant's rough tongue made Darla's skin tingle, as it pulled her skin slightly each time it rubbed against it, a feeling of which was not at all unpleasant.

The tentacle of the plant slowly slithered around Darla, eating as it went, making her hot as it did so, until it finally it found its way to her pussy where the majority of the ant colony had settled. Darla then watched, helplessly and fearfully, bitting her tongue in order to stifle a moan of pleasure, so as to not startle and frighten, as the sticky stamin devoured the ants until most of them were gone. However, as it paused and sniffed at Darla's wet opening, the creature sensed that there were still ants in her, as it focused on the most likely hiding place, her wet pussy.

The plant's tentacle was was designed to dig into the ground and burrow for more, but it was not in the ground where the ants now were hidden, instead the creature burrowed into Darla's helpless and very wet pussy. As the tongue action started, the plant used its long tentacle and slid into Darla, then out again, faster than any cock could possibly duplicate, as the natural sticky adhesion of the plant's tentacle tugged on her vaginal walls, causing her G spot to be repeatedly and gently pulled and released.

In response to the fucking she was now receiving, Darla's hips jerked with each flick, as she moaned in ecstasy, while at the same time feeling the control of her body slowly begin to return to her. Then, as her legs returned to her control, and without scaring the creature, Darla slowly raised her knees and spread them wide. Darla then raised herself on her elbows to watch how she was now being fucked. As Darla raised and spread her knees, the tentacle moved in a bit deeper, while she began to rotate her hips. This shift in her legs allowed the tentacle to enter her and move in and out, while its stamin reached even deeper in her and licked at her cervix, causing her breathing to increase rapidly in response.

As the tentacle kept searching her wetness, Darla felt another orgasm rapidly approaching; however, she knew that, when it did arrive, she would jerk violently and the creature would be scared away, making her pleasurable experience incomplete. Slowly, as her mind concentrated on staving off her orgasm, Darla inched her ass forward, raising herself, while her hands then moved under the tentacle, stroking it in order to keep it calm while she controlled her response to the impending explosion.

The calming effect of Darla's stroking worked, as her orgasm was so powerful that she had to bite hard on her lip, in order not to scare the creature as she spurted her cum on the tentacle's head, which it then greedily licked clean. Suddenly, as Darla laid back, the plant, sensing that there were no more ants to find, withdrew its tendril for the last time out of her, and then disappeared inside the plant, leaving Darla to gasp for air, after having climaxed so hard that her lungs were now nearly depleted of oxygen.

Finally, as she laid there in the brush, basking in the afterglow and gasping for air, Darla watched the plant close up and go back to sleep as she fell back seating and panting, not knowing what to think. However, what she did know was that she had to find her way back to civilization, but before she could go back, she knew that she had to regain the strength that the botany of the lake had taken from her.



Heart of Darkness Ch. 05



As Darla lay there on the muddy ground, the aftereffects of her climax soon waned. However, as the sun beat down upon Darla's white body, she closed her eyes for several minutes, until suddenly she heard a rustling coming from the bush. Suddenly, as she sensed the presence of another, the sun above her was blocked out, as Darla opened her eyes and then looked up. What she saw was truly frightening, for above her was a tall muscular dark black cyclops, in native garb, towering and squatting over her, carrying only a spear, which he pointed and held just millimeters from her throat. Darla tried to scream, but quickly his strong hand muffled it as he pressed the spear down to warn her not to resist.

Then, as the cyclops' strong grip held her firm, with his free hand, he began to smear the sticky substance from the plant all over her breasts and abdomen. As it touched her skin, the honey like mixture made Darla feel euphoric, as she suddenly felt her desire to struggle ebb, while at the same time a strange euphoria came over her, causing her to completely relax. Quickly, even though Darla was completely conscious and alert, she now found herself completely passive and unwilling to resist, for whatever had been smeared on her body had now made her totally submissive. Finally, after a long moment, the native cyclops, sensing her complete submission, scooped Darla up in both arms, to which, she responded by reflexively wrapping her arms around his neck. Then, as she looked over the shoulder of her captor to the lake in the distance, Darla then suddenly passed out, as her her nude body was carried deeper into the rain forest.

Meanwhile, several hours later, back at the base hospital, as night was falling, Mombassa was informed by a tearful and upset Shelly that Darla had not returned to their room. Suddenly fearing that the dark legends of the lake might be true, Mombassa immediately organized a search party and sent out a short-wave radio bulletin.

As the bulletin was broadcast, a man named Robert Lusaka was quietly sitting, with his laptop computer checking his global positioningcoordinates, in his Land Rover, near where he believed he had spotted the now officially missing woman named Darla Padgett. The 44 year old Robert was a scientist for the Hosaka Pharmaceuticals Corporation, which was a giant Japanese conglomerate that specialized in developing new drugs from plants found in tropical rainforests.

After confirming his coordinates, as the sun slowly set over the lake, Robert took a short walk down to the lake and spotted the clothes and backpack that had obviously been Darla's. However, upon hearing the approaching search party helicopters, Robert quickly returned to his Land-Rover, and drove back, with the lights off, to his base camp, where he then grabbed his night vision glasses, gun, knife, and tranquilizer darts and syringes. Nearly an hour after the overhead search ended, as night completely enveloped the sky, Robert drove back to where he had spotted Darla's clothes, and then proceeded to follow, using his night vision infrared glasses, the only set of footprints that led deep into the brush, which was in the opposite direction of where the lightly manned search party had been focused.

Meanwhile, farther ahead on the trail, after hours of being carried deep into the dark and forbidding jungle, Darla slowly awoke and found herself entering a tribal camp. At one end of the camp Darla saw that there was an Indian woman, between the age of 18 to 20, who was kneeling down on all fours, while several naked light skinned cycloptic women, with tribal markings on their nude bodies, were rubbing the same oil onto her that had been earlier placed upon Darla by her captor.

The Indian woman, a teacher, who had earlier been captured from a nearby Catholic missionary school, and then drugged with a native hallucinogenic, was naked, except for streaks of tribal paint that accentuated her female body parts. The Indian woman was extraordinarily beautiful, with full round breasts, flared hips, shapely thighs, long and thick black hair, and a full round ass. However, despite her precarious situation, looking at the woman only served to excite Darla, who now hoped that she was being taken to her. Instead, Darla was taken to a large wooden X in the middle of the camp, where her wrists were tied tightly to the upper part of the X, while her wobbly and very weak legs remained free.

After her captor had secured her firmly in place, a naked and muscular woman, with a very large Afro and pierced lips approached Darla, and then knelled before. The woman then reached inside a large urn that was next to the rack, and took out a handful of a gooey substance that she slowly rubbed onto Darla's pussy. The woman applied the gel thickly, as she made sure that the substance was slipped into Darla's still wet slit generously.

As the woman applied the gel, Darla looked at her passively, somehow not caring about anything, yet being fully alert, while two other women pranced around her in a ritual dance, as the tribal drums slowly began to increase in volume. It was apparent to Darla that some kind of ceremony was about to begin, and that she, like it or not, was going to be a participant. Eventually the dancers finally stopped and slowly backed away, while the entire tribe then sat around the campfire and watched Darla, who merely stood there and locked eyes with each one of the cyclopes kneeling before her, occasionally glancing at her fellow naked captive at the other end of the camp, until finally the cyclops tribesman who had abducted her yelled something to someone in the jungle.

Suddenly, after hearing her captor call out, Darla saw a site unlike any she had ever experienced in her life, as from out of the dark jungle appeared a an eight foot tall cyclops. This time there was little the Mahala in her body could do to make her feel anything other than fear, as she watched the giant cyclops and its massive cock slowly approach. However, Darla had no choice but to submit, since her submissive body was held securely in place on the rack in the middle of the camp.

When the cyclops was directly in front of her, he snorted a few words in a native tongue, and then approached Darla, knelt, sniffed her pussy and then began to greedily lick at her sex. Suddenly, the fear that Darla had been feeling right there, quickly melted as she felt the mutant's rough tongue rub over and feasted on her slime-covered pussy. The cyclops' tongue was so large that a single swipe reached from just in front of her bunghole to her navel as he ate the substance, which had been placed in and upon her.

Then, as if in a trance, Darla blankly stared at the strange god-like creature, moaning in approval as its tongue fed upon her, while the cyclops in turn stared up at her with its hypnotic luminescent giant green eye. The licking of the cyclops had its desired effect as Darla's weak legs trembled, which she spread wider, as she squirmed and moaned in pleasure, growing hotter and hotter as the mutant's tongue slipped between her slit and rubbed against her throbbing clitoris.

At times, the cyclops tongue actually was inside her, as Darla thrilled with the sensation with a long and loud series of moans and shrieks. The tonguing went on and on, and soon Darla could feel her climax approaching, as her hips moved in a circular fashion, craving more and more. However, just when Darla thought that she would explode, the animal, as if sensing her release, quickly pulled away, the sudden effect of which staggered Darla, just as she was just about to reach her peak, when suddenly all of the pleasurable sensations stopped.

As beads of sweat poured into her eyes, Darla then looked across the camp at the naked Indian girl who strained at her bonds, as the cyclops turned towards her and feasted on her pussy, after which another naked cyclops stepped up to Darla and placed a thick leather collar with a leash around her throat, untied her and then led her to the waiting woman. When they were just a few feet apart, Darla was stopped as she tried to step closer, but was held firmly back by the cyclops who was walking her like a dog.

The Indian woman had now also been released, and as the two of them met underneath the canopy of the rain forest, a rubber like tree was pulled down between the two women and staked into the ground. The flexible tree had two pairs of short and flexible stubby branches, which pointed toward each other. The Indian woman was then straddled across the tree as the stubby branches were placed first into her ass, then into her pussy, causing her to wince in discomfort.

Darla was then straddled across the tree and two other branches were placed into her already wet and well lubricated orifices. As she settled herself down on the small but sizable rubber tree branches, Darla found that if she shifted her hips, she could make the branches move alternately inside of her. Considering her condition after the cyclops had licked her into frenzy, Darla needed no encouragement to fuck the tree that she now found herself placed upon.

Quickly Darla's hips started a regular and rhythmic back and forth motion, as she once again began to surrender to her lust. She was now close enough to the beautiful young Indian woman, who was in some sort of chemically induced trance, that Darla was able to place her hands upon her chest, whereupon she began to massage her small breasts. Then, as the woman moaned in a trance-like appreciation and approval and continued on in her hallucinogenic stupor, Darla leaned forward to kiss her without ever altering the in-out motion of the tree branches. The young woman, instinctively responding to the erotic touch, as she began to move her hips like Darla's, slowly at first, but then soon gathered speed as the two of them clutched at each other passionately, while their hot tongues probed each others mouths. Their hands eventually settled on each others hips, which in turn caused them to put more power behind the alternate thrusts. The branches inside of Darla were long and thick, yet they were flexible enough for her to maneuver her ass and hips to really rub the most sensitive areas of her insides.

As she bounced up and down, Darla could feel the small ridges of the bark upon them, which only enhanced the sensation as her climax quickly approached. Suddenly the woman's eyes opened wide and cries of passion poured from both of their lips, as Darla encouraged her fellow captive by squeezing her breasts and pinching her nipples, as they came together, bucking like animals against the invading branches. Finally, after several minutes of calming down and kissing and fondling each other, Darla and the Indian woman collapsed lovingly into each others arms, totally spent. As she basked briefly in the afterglow, looking around at the cyclopes who seemed mesmerized by the lustful display, Darla thought to herself that it was worth being licked just short of an orgasm by the strange cyclops, if she could be rewarded like this.

However, the pleasure session soon ended, as suddenly five men removed the woman from the tree and carried over towards the rack where Darla had originally been placed, while Darla was placed in a separate hut, where she would await her turn. It was clear that her part of the ceremony would not be until later, for it had been decided that the young Indian woman would be the first one to feel the cyclops' horse sized cock, for she and Darla had been determined to be fertile and worthy to carry the cyclops' seed. 

However, after the Indian woman had been laid over the fallen tree, it was obvious to Darla's ears that the Indian woman was enjoying herself, as she heard the woman moaning in pleasure. Yet, despite the danger and uncertainty of it all, the sound of the Indian woman's moans and the sound of the cyclops' cock squishing in and out, turned Darla on as she now felt herself in need of more sexual stimulation. Closing her eyes, Darla imagined the what the erotic spectacle outside of her hut looked like as she passively sat and stroked her pussy while she awaited her turn.

It was at this point that Darla's mind finally began to register the fact that she was next, the thought of which only served to turn her on more. Elsewhere, not too far away, Robert watched in awe as the jungle mutant slowly fucked the young Indian woman's ass; however, he knew, that there was no way he could rescue the young woman, for he was far outnumbered, despite the fact that he had an assault rifle.

However, as he watched the cyclops fuck the Indian maiden's ass, he saw that the hut that the savage cyclopes had taken Darla, was completely unguarded, and also was a significant distance from where the mating ceremony was taking place. As he measured the distance between where he was, hidden in the brush, to where Darla was, he silently and quickly sprung into action 

As the young Indian woman moans grew louder, Darla came to her senses and realized she had to escape, but as she struggled with her bonds, she cursed at the fact that the collar and leash were impossible to break. Then, as she heard the moans of the young woman rise, a slit suddenly appeared behind her in the thin hut wall, and from it she saw a handsome black man dressed in khakis silently enter the hut. 

Quickly entering the tiny moon-lit hut, Robert motioned for Darla to be quiet, and then quickly moved to her, whereupon he injected her with the contents of a syringe that immediately caused her will return; however the sexual intoxication still remained as she grabbed her rescuer and began to French kiss him. The force of which made Robert pause momentarily, overcome by Darla's hungry mouth and tongue, but then he quickly regained control of his senses and pulled away from her, as he said, "We can do that later, first I've got to get you away from here."

Robert then wrapped his jacket around Darla, cut her leash, and then held her hand tight as they walked silently through the brush, until finally, after they were about 500 yards from the tribal camp, they got into the waiting Land Rover, and then quickly sped off down a dusty trail. As they drove off Darla, who was still in a bit of a sexual daze, looked at her rescuer and held his hand tight, as he introduced himself and explained to her that he was one of the hundreds of men now searching the jungle for her. He then told her that he was taking her to back to his camp for the night, as it was too dangerous for him to take her back to the Army base from where she had come.

As they drove along the narrow dirt road, Robert explained to Darla how he had come upon her and rescued her, and then said, "For the last several years here in Kukuanaland, I have been doing research for the Hosaka Corporation on the native flora to investigate their potential as sources for new pharmaceuticals. The creatures who captured you and who were about to force you to have sex with the leaders of the cyclops tribe. However, despite their primitive nature, are excellent chemists, and as such they have derived several drugs that they use ceremonially to induce loss of will. The results of which are truly phenomenal and potent, as I guess you can now attest."

As the Land Rover slowly lumbered through the dense jungle, Darla's head began to clear, for now, even though her body hungered, she at least now understood what had happened, although she wondered how much of a loss of will she had suffered from what ever it was that had been applied to her breasts, and which had caused her to become a willing slave. Darla then gazed at her savior, who was tall, black and somewhat muscular, with graying hair at the temples. Studying him, Darla saw that Robert's eyes possessed a look of raw intellect, combined with an intensity, which she found extremely enticing.

Robert then said, as suddenly the Land Rover began driving on an even smaller dirt road, "I would have tried to get you out sooner, but I had no bullets for my gun, only a knife. I would not have stood a chance with so many of them. Are you all right?"

"Yes," answered Darla, holding her now pounding head, as suddenly she was hit with a massive headache, "However; I still feel a bit strange, but whatever you gave me seems to work, but now my head hurts. Are you a doctor?"

"No, I am a chemist and genetic scientist, but I did attend medical school for two years," Robert answered. "However, before I could finish, I ran out of money and decided to concentrate on creating and finding new medicines. I now work for the large biotechnology firm called Hosaka, which is based in Tokyo. They are constantly looking for new products, and sent me here several years ago to do research. For approximately the last year I have been studying the mutants and their use of drugs. Many of the mutant tribes in Kukuanaland are actually quite brilliant, and some of their witch doctors have actually received basic medical training, but instead of going to Kinshasa or the other cities, many have chosen to pursue lives as shaman for their tribes. As for your headache, that is only a momentary aftereffect of the mind control antidote that I gave you, it will go away soon."

"The area you have wandered into is quite dangerous, especially for a beautiful white woman such as yourself." Robert then said.

"I know, my friend told me not to go near it, but it was so beautiful near the shoreline, that I did not think it would do any harm. Obviously I was wrong, but who and what are those people, or creatures???" Darla said.

"The creatures that live near and around the lake are all the result of the aftereffects of horrible Nazi and Cold War experiments. They are what we call mutants, but obviously some are more than that. The cyclopes who are the descendants of a Nazi plan to create a species of super soldiers. From about the time that Hitler came to power until the end of the Cold War, this lake, which is often called the "Black Lagoon" has become the home to many species of mutant and alien looking creatures that have never been seen outside of Africa. The lake itself contains strange man eating plants..." 

As he spoke, Darla stared at Robert and recalled what had happened to her in the lake as the tentacled creature had brought her to orgasm. As for Robert, she knew that he was an attractive and obviously intelligent man, and suddenly found herself, due in large part to the Mahala, suddenly falling in love with him. Her brain registered love partially because he had saved her from certain harm, as well as the fact that she was still in an extremely horny state, the feeling of which only grew as the buzz of the engine and bumps of the road vibrated in her pussy. However, there was also something else about Robert that Darla found seductive, for she was drawn to him in a different sort of way, as he seemed to have some kind of.... power.

After about 15 minutes the Land Rover pulled up and under a large camouflaged tent near the lake. Robert then helped Darla out of the Land Rover, which had the Hosaka logo stenciled on the doors, and escorted her through the canvas flaps that served as the door, into another camouflaged covered tent, which had largely been converted into a lab. Upon entering the lab tent, Robert said to Darla that, "I need to check you for any aftereffects of the drug," and then led her to an examination table.

Without hesitation, Darla laid down upon the examination table. Robert then walked away, but then returned with a warm and wet towel, after which he then slowly opened the canvas army jacket and exposed her nakedness, which was still sticky with slime that mixed was now mixed with her sweat and dirt. However, as Darla turned her head to the side, she could not help but notice the bulge growing in Robert's army style pants.

As Robert opened the jacket covering Darla, he began to quickly blink his eyes, swallowing deeply, as he said, "I had better remove the last of the drug before it takes effect again."




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Robert's voice was husky, and his throat seemed dry as he began to remove what was left of the oil from her breasts. He then, very professionally at first, began to meticulously wipe Darla clean, the touch of which quickly made her's nipples harden. After a time, it was clear that his attention was no longer professional, as he rubbed the towel in large gentle circles, caressing her skin, in a successful effort to arouse her more than she already was.

Soon his hands moved lower, over her abdomen, then down to her throbbing pelvis that squirmed at his touch. As Robert performed his foreplay upon Darla's body, he stared at her with his dark penetrating eyes that reached into her and took control of the desire which he had found there. Desperate to surrender to him, Darla was now hot to the point of steaming, and wanted desperately to be fucked, eaten, reamed, as well as perform anything else her rescuer wanted.

However, over and above these feelings, something else was taking place as Darla felt a new and deeper level of submission beginning to take place. As she lay there, Darla felt herself willing and wanting to submit mind, body and soul to this black savior of hers who now stared down upon her and smiled. As she returned his gaze, she desperately wanted him to not only control her sexually, but for him to abuse and sacrifice her to the gods of pleasure right there on the examination table. Yet, even though she was tired of waiting, she sensed that she dare not say anything for fear of breaking the mood.

Finally, as Darla gave out a heavy sigh, her breasts heaved upward, to which Robert smiled down upon her and said, "I'd say that we are both enjoying this, wouldn't you?"

Robert then stopped his ministrations, and placed the towel down on a chair. "Come," he said. "Walk with me into darkness." To which Darla, as if under a hypnotic trance, sat upright and rose from the table. She then stood up, naked, on wobbly legs, as Robert took her hand and led her outside into the dense tropical forest, where they continued to walk until they were next to a large and alien looking vine-covered tree. The strange looking tree was next to the shore of the lake, where he then stood in front of her and placed his hands on her hips and pulled them into his groin.

As Robert pulled her closer, Darla let her head hang back, exposing the gentle curve of her neck to her black savior. Robert then looked down upon the vulnerable and willing white woman, whom a nation's army was now desperately searching for, and opened his mouth and covered hers. As Robert's tongue entered, it in turn was greeted by Darla's own tongue, while at the same time her naked body molded against his still clothed covered body, while very close by the creatures of the Black Lagoon watched in silent curiosity.

As they kissed, underneath the half moon that reflected off the lake, Darla ripped the buttons of Robert's shirt off to reveal his dark muscular chest, allowing his contrasting flesh to make electrical contact with hers, his slave. Darla then wrapped her arms under his and up to his shoulders, where her fingers dug into his flesh, pulling their mouths more tightly together. Robert then grabbed her hair and pulled, making her gasp, while his mouth moved to her neck, where Darla felt his teeth and tongue nibble and suck upon her tender flesh.

Robert's hands then reached under her ass and probed for her anus, which was still slick from the tongue lashing that the cyclops had given her. Once he found her sphincter, he slowly worked his finger into her backside and massaged her. Meanwhile, at the same time Robert began to finger fuck Darla's asshole, her pussy continued to press upon the straining bulge in his pants, as her hips began to grind, for she desperately wanted him to enter her and make love to her. As the long slow minutes passed by, Robert and Darla, under the moon and stars, continued their slow erotic dance next to the vine covered carnivorous tree. Darla's pussy now dripped hot juices, as Robert's strong hands kneaded her ripe flesh, while at the same time his two index fingers performed long strokes in and out of her ass. Finally, after a time, Robert walked Darla backwards until her back rested against the soft bark of the tree, whereupon he removed his fingers from her ass, tightly grasped her wrists, and then raised them overhead, and up against the tree.

Then, looking up at the vines that hung over her, Darla instinctively moved her hands and wrists into the tangle of vines, whereupon the vines instinctively wrapped themselves around her limbs and gripped her tightly. Yet, even though Robert had done nothing to make her submit like this; Darla sensed, thanks to her Mahala controlled brain, that it just seemed appropriate for her to do so. Darla then lifted and inserted first one foot, and then another, into the flexible vines that wrapped themselves tightly around her ankles, so that she was now helplessly bound to the tree, which she now swung freely from.

As he watched the tree take hold of Darla, Robert smiled as he looked upon lovingly at his white captive slave, while at the same time he began to remove the remainder of his clothing, finally freeing his stiff and powerful erection, the site of which caused Darla to gasp. His cock, thanks to Robert's knowledge as a bio and nano molecular scientist, during his free time in the jungle, was unlike ever she had ever seen, for it was easily the largest she had seen. As a result of his experiments over the years in the jungle, Robert's cock now measured just under 11 inches long and two inches wide in circumference. However, unlike other men, his cock had recently begun growing at a substantial rate, all of which was the result of his experiments in the molecular reworking of the native African sexual stimulants that he had come to find during his years in Africa.

As for the alien looking tree, from which Darla was now entwined, it was one of many that surrounded Robert's camp. The tree, and the others like it that surrounded the area next to the camouflaged Hosaka field laboratory, were all mutated version of ancient meat eating plants, which fed during the day on the crocodiles, snakes, and other animals. However, at night, as Robert and his now deceased female Chinese assistant had observed during an intense session of love making under the tree, as the plant slept its tentacles remained alert to any prey.

Since Robert had arrived in Kukuanaland, he had observed numerous aberrations in the wild. However, it was only after he learned about the Nazi and Cold War history of the lake, and the legends and myths it inspired, that he and Ling, his now missing lover and assistant, had decided to make the lake shore, on the far opposite side of the Kukuana army hospital base, home to their field laboratory. During his time here, thanks to the legends and myths of the lake, his presence had gone unnoticed by the military, for the soldiers who guarded the perimeter of the hospital base feared the legends and believed them to be true. Yet, as Robert watched the young Darla surrender herself to him, he sensed that her presence would now force him across the great river to Brazzaville in search of safety. For in Kukuanaland, the Hosaka Corporation, as well as other ones just like it, was not welcome, and if he were to ever be captured, he would likely be shot.

Meanwhile, seeing Darla now totally under his control, Robert, who like her, was now totally consumed with lust, proceeded to use her body to both his and her satisfaction. His mouth slowly sucked and kissed every inch of Darla's milky white skin before it finally settled upon her pussy, which he then knelt before and proceeded to slowly eat, for nearly a half hour, when finally she erupted into incoherent orgasmic fits, even as she begged for more.

Looking down at his throbbing cock, Darla, who was by now sobbing from the pleasure Robert's mouth had just caused her, begged him to fuck her. Upon hearing her pleas of mercy, Robert rose and positioned his cock at the entrance of Darla's tight pussy, and then, very slowly, slid deeply into her until he eventually hit bottom and pressed hard against her cervix and uterus. Suddenly, as he pressed up against her womb, Darla let out a high-pitched moan, which, because of the silence of the jungle animals, could be heard all the way across the lake.

Sensing his range, Robert commenced to fuck Darla; at first with long slow strokes, but then he began to enter her with power and rage. As he fucked his prey, Darla screamed, "Yes, Master, yes. Take it all. Make this pussy yours." However, Robert required no urging, but since sound carries well and echoes in the jungle, he placed his hand over her mouth, without so much as missing a stroke.

Once Darla was silenced, he replaced his hand with his mouth and French kissed her, as he continued to fuck her with his black cock, while, once again, his finger found itself in her ass, sending Darla through a new series of orgasms, each more powerful than the last, as her hips bucked and rode her newfound master. However, in spite of the incessant thrusts, Robert held back on his cum, and very soon pulled out of Darla, removing her ankles from the vines and turning her around without releasing her wrists.

Under the full moon, Darla's ass faced Robert, as she instinctively arched her back to grant him easy entrance. However, Robert needed little invitation as he spread apart Darla cheeks, and slowly began to enter her waiting and tight bunghole. Once he was partially in Darla's ass, Robert began to slide in and out, going deeper into her with each thrust as the pussy juices that dripped off his cock served as lubrication. Simultaneously, while Robert reamed her, his hand reached around so that his fingers could massage her clit, moving her faster yet to another orgasm.

Soon; however, Robert's own movements began to become jerky, instinctively alerting Darla that her savior's orgasm was near, as they quickly came together. As he let out an animal growl, Robert's cum shot powerfully and deeply into her, but even though his cum worked its way out of her ass and dripped onto the ground, his strokes continued, until they slowed, and the pleasurable sensations eased, while at the same time their moans of pleasure and orgasmic release subsided. After which, as the sensations subsided, Robert pulled out of Darla and untangled her from the vines, who by now was so dazed and exhausted that it was necessary for him to take her into his arms and carry her back to the tent.

Once inside the tent, Robert walked Darla into a small shower and turned the water on. As the warm heated rain water cascaded down their sweaty bodies, cleansing them, Robert grabbed a bar of soap and lathered Darla, then himself. As the water slowly poured over them, their two sets of hands and arms scrubbed vigorously, making each laugh out loud; however, after a time, the laughter stopped and the scrubbing took on a erotic-seriousness, as Darla picked up the soap and began to lather Robert's semi-hard cock, which soon sprung back to life.

When Robert's cock had reached full mast, under the spray of the warm water Darla knelled, then laid down on her back of the metallic shower stall, after which she pulled the now hard cock with her, until Robert was on his knees, straddling her face, and facing her wide spread knees. Darla's invitation was obvious; as she wanted to be eaten again, but Robert's next move was unexpected, for in an incredibly acrobatic move, he grabbed Darla by her waist and lifted her hips to his mouth, holding her upside down as he stood upright, completely suspending her, as he buried his mouth into her pussy and began too once again feast greedily on her pussy.

As she hung helplessly upside down, Darla reached for and then swallowed Robert's cock in response. The contest to make each other cum again was soon on, as Darla sucked while her tongue played with his black length. Above her, Robert's tongue was doing the same with her clit. However, there would be no loser in this contest, as Darla grabbed Robert's strong thighs to control his spasms as he quickly came up her throat, while simultaneously he sucked vigorously on her clit so hard that she came as well.

It took several minutes for each to stop cumming, as each tried to completely drain the other, but Robert's legs soon became weak, and he was forced to let Darla gently slide to the shower floor, where he then laid down next to her as the warm water continued to fall upon them. As the minutes passed, neither one wanted to move, but as the water became colder they finally stood up, shut down the water, and then retrieved two beach size towels. Darla took one and began to dry his body, while he dried hers, and then afterward they went over to his giant cot, that was enclosed in mosquito netting, laid down and let the erotic tiredness overcome them.



Heart of Darkness Ch. 06



That night, as Darla slept, like nearly every other time she had fallen into a deep sleep, she had a very strange and erotic dream. In this dream, Darla found herself, with Robert, next to an ocean on an alien planet.

The two of them had walked along the shore of the warm green ocean, which was illuminated by the planets and moons that filled up the night sky. As they came out of the water, Robert carried Darla back into a cave, sat her down on a thick, brown fell, and knelt in front of her. He then took one of her little hands in his big hand, brought it to his lips and softly kissed each of the four knuckles on it, then looked up and asked, "Will you be my guest here tonight?"

"Yes," Darla breathed.

Upon her reply, Robert inched closer to Darla, then leaned forward and kissed her. This kiss started out just like the previous, soft and gentle, but it quickly grew more intense. Soon Darla parted her lips, accepting Robert's tongue into her. Their tongues danced a slow dance in the miniature ballroom of her mouth, as Robert's hands moved around Darla's back, pressing her tightly against him.

Robert soon, however, broke the kiss and looked deeply into her eyes, caressing Darla's cheek with the back of his hand, and said, "Even your taste is delightful."

Darla's heart was melting rapidly and - it seemed - running through her body down to her opening - for it was starting to fill with warm fluids. She didn't say anything however; she just beckoned him to kiss her again with her eyes. He did. This time it was Darla's turn go exploring with her tongue. As she probed into his mouth she let her hands roam over his black naked body.

Darla then pulled back, and swiftly removed her sweater and the T-shirt she was wearing under it, then gently pushed her lover away from her so that she could stand up and get out of her jeans.

As she stripped, Robert sat back, watching with a smile, as she took off everything but her bra and panties.

"Would you like to do the honors?" she asked, indicating her underwear.

"I would," Robert answered and stood up.

Robert then embraced her and reached behind her back for the clasp of her bra. After a few seconds of struggling, it came off. Robert then pressed her against him, her warm breasts mashing into his chest, her erect nipples poking him. He then planted dozens of kisses on her face, forehead, eyebrow, eyelid, nose, lips, and cheek. Robert then continued down, from her cheek to her neck, causing Darla to shudder, then to the top of her shoulder and her collarbone. His trail of kisses kept going lower, to the upper swell of her left breast. He paused there for a moment, then took the nipple between his lips and sucked gently, drawing a moan from Darla's lips, as his hand went to her other breast, cupping it and pinching the nipple with his fingers.

In this dream, Darla was tremendously turned on. The crotch of her imaginary cotton panty was getting moist from her lubrication, letting out little mewling noises as Robert worked on her breasts. Soon however, she could not bear to wait any longer, as she put her hands on top of Robert's head and pushed him downward.

As he went down on Darla, Robert planted a new trail of kisses, down her chest, then her belly - paying extra attention to her bellybutton - and finally along the top line of her panties. When he reached her waistband, Robert hooked his fingers, and then looked up at her.

As she met his gaze, Darla whispered, "Yes, take them off," in a husky voice.

Upon her command, Robert slipped her panties down around her feet, revealing her bush of red pubic hair. She then stepped out of them, spreading her legs slightly in the process, as Robert leaned in closer and drew in a long breath through his nose, and then dove right in. As he pleasured her, Robert kissed and sucked on her pussy's nether lips, licking between them and pushing his tongue inside of her opening.

Soon, Darla's already weak and trembling legs rapidly got even weaker. However, when Robert's tongue brushed over her clitoris she just couldn't stand any longer, and then slumped down on the fell. Robert followed her down, still licking her, even as her hips bucked weakly against his face.

"Oh, that is so good," Darla managed between a moan and a gasp, "but I want you inside of me, now."

Upon her request, Robert removed his face from between her legs and got into position on top of her. Darla could feel his throbbing cock brush against her thigh, spreading her legs wide apart, and inviting him to penetrate her. He then reached down between their bodies and guided the head of his manhood to her opening, and then pushed hard.

Darla gasped loudly as Robert's cock entered her. It felt huge, and she relaxed as best she could, as he kept pushing until soon he was buried to the hilt inside of her.

In her dream, Darla had never felt so filled - it was exquisite.

They then maintained that position for a little while, until Darla hissed, "Fuck me."

Robert then slowly withdrew from her, leaving Darla with a feeling of emptiness. When he was almost all the way out he stopped and started pushing in again. He did this a couple of times, until he struck up a slow and steady rhythm, as they kissed, eagerly sucking on each other's tongues, while Darla moaned into Robert's mouth.

Quickly, Darla's vaginal muscles clenched in reaction to the stimulation. To which Robert replied by repositioning himself and increasing the tempo of his thrusting. For several long moments after, Darla closed her eyes, letting herself climb towards a climax. Then, as her hands went around his neck and down his back, with a start she realized that the muscles on his back were growing thicker by the second.

Upon noticing that something was amiss, Darla's eyes flew open and began to witness the changes in Robert's face and body. His jaw was extending, merging with his nose, his muscled body seemed to grow even more hard muscles, and lots more hair, while from his waist two cock like tentacles emerged and now hovered above her, as his bright blue eyes, which remained the same, burned with lust. Unlike the man whom she thought he was, Robert had transformed into a reptilian alien monster.

Seized with fear, laying underneath her lover and watching him transform, Darla thought she was going to die. However, when she opened her mouth to scream out in terror, the cry that came was instead one of ecstasy, as her orgasm exploded wildly, at the same time one of Robert's tentacles forced its way around her throat. Then, as she writhed in orgasmic convulsions, other tentacles grabbed her ankles and wrists, spreading her open wide for the cock-like tentacles that now rose up over her, dripped of pre cum, and prepared to enter all three of her vulnerable orifices.

As she came, and watched the tentacles rise above her, the sudden fear that Darla had felt when she saw Robert changing into a lizard was suddenly replaced by something else, lust. For, as she watched the cock like tentacles hover above and then wrap around her jiggling breasts, Darla became even more turned on. Then, as Robert sensed her growing her, he snarled and growled, and then proceeded to fuck her faster and faster, with his cock, which had now grown to a length of several feet, while below him, Darla, who had hardly recovered from her first orgasm, shook wildly when the second one thundered down upon her.

As she came, Darla's mouth was wide open and her screams of intense pleasure pulsated like a siren from his hard thrusts. However, her cries of ecstasy were quickly muted has one of the tentacles slammed into her throat, while at the same time, beneath her, another tentacle pressed at the entrance of her asshole, and then slowly slid in, while in her pussy  Robert continued to pound and piston in and out of her at an insane pace. Even in her dreams, Darla didn't think she could take much more of this, when suddenly her back arched to the point of breaking, and her breathing labored and shuddered as she began to feel faint.

Yet, despite it all, Robert just kept going, faster yet, as if nothing else mattered in the world other than satisfying his alien lust and planting his seed in Darla, who by now was rocketing towards her third orgasm when the thrusting of Robert's tentacles suddenly jerked wildly, and his body seemed to stiffen up, when, without warning, his three tentacle cocks exploded inside of Darla like a fire hose.

Feeling the warmth of Robert's alien seed pour into her, Darla wasn't sure whether she was felt relieved or disappointed, for she was so close to yet another climax. However, despite it all, Robert didn't stop, as he continued to cum what likely amounted to over a gallon of fluid, even as he continued to thrusting wildly into Darla. The force of the spunk coming out of Robert was like the flow of an uncorked bottle of champagne, the remnants of which flowed out of her and onto the cave floor. Luxuriating in the life force that flowed from Roberts three cocks, the bound Darla savored spurt after spurt of the hot fluid that continued to shoot into her, until finally, the force of it all made her cum again. However, because of the tentacle in her throat, she couldn't even scream out this time, all that came out was a choked gasp.

Then, finally, as she convulsed and shook, Darla's eyes rolled back in their sockets, and she left her dreamland body behind, coming out from the darkness of unconsciousness, finally opening her eyes to see her savior on top of her, his cock in her pussy, and his fingers in her ass, continuing to pleasure her, just as he had in her dream.

When she came to her senses, Robert rolled off of her, lying next her, panting, and looking at her with a worried expression on his face. To which, she smiled at him and then gave him a long deep kiss. Upon receiving her kiss, Robert, who now looked relieved, smiled back and then licked up the sweat on her breasts, as she simply laid there, and stroked his muscular shoulders, which had now changed back, and looked more human than the beast he had been. Finally, after Robert had lapped up the juices and cum that leaked from her pussy, he returned to her and held her, as Darla snuggled up to him and pressed her face against his hairy chest. She now felt, thanks to her dream, totally fulfilled and utterly drained, for soon she was sleeping like a log.

When she woke up later that the next day, to the sounds of thunder and rain, Robert was sitting beside her on the bed, softly stroking her hair. During the early morning, as the two of them slept, a ferocious tropical storm had suddenly appeared, and which, was not expected to stop for at least the next 24 hours. During which time, Robert knew, the search for the beautiful nurse would pause, giving him enough time to satisfy as many of his carnal desires as he would be able to imagine, in such a short period of time, during which time the two of them, would form an unspoken bond of spiritual, emotional and physical love.

To Darla, their love making was much more than sex, for she somehow knew in her heart that Robert was 'the one.' In just one day she gave more to Robert, physically, emotionally, and spiritually, than she ever had with any man before. As the two of them wordlessly made love, in nearly every conceivable position, in the lake, in the trees, and in their bed, Darla and Robert, through their pleasure, became one emotionally and spiritually. However, despite their non-stop love making, neither one spoke, for their words were their actions, and as the rain finally stopped, as they made love under a nearby water-fall, under the watchful eyes of the creatures of the lake, they both knew that their emotional and spiritual paradise must soon come to an end, as they heard above them the sound of the resumed search.

Later, underneath the stars, Robert and Darla made long and slow love, crying as they did, with the knowledge that soon they would have to say goodbye. Finally, after a full day of making love continuously, as soft mists of warm rain poured down on them, as they lay on a cotton hammock cot, Darla and Robert, finally fell asleep, but not before the two of them finally spoke, through tears of joy and regret, "I love you." After which they entered into each other's foretelling dream, which for both of them lay just right behind The Green Door... However, before they could see their future, the sounds of the tropical rain forest slowly awoke the two of them to the reality that their dreams were nothing more than just wishes, which may, or may not, ever be destined to cum true.... 



Heart of Darkness Ch. 07



The next day, as dawn broke, Darla awoke in a misty cloud of morning dew; dazed and immobile. Her hips moved involuntarily and slowly made wide circles; while her back arched at the ecstasy being applied between her legs from Robert's tongue, which explored the folds of her pussy, as he delicately separated and probed her sensitive flesh that she had involuntarily saturated with her juices. Robert drank as he lapped at her, and savored Darla's intimate flavor, while his tongue slid along her outer lips, moistening her trimmed and dark pubic hair. Robert continued his assault, for what seemed like forever, pausing occasionally to tantalize Darla's clit with licks and sucks, while at the same time she tried to reach down to pull him tighter to her. However, such a movement was impossible as Darla found that her wrists were tightly bound to the sides of the oversized canvas cot. Meanwhile her ankles were also bound, but loosely; which allowed Darla to bend her knees so as to grant Robert generous access to her intimate treasure.

Darla's eyes quickly turned up into her head as she surrendered to Robert's ministrations, for once again, he had enslaved her, and once again she loved it, and did not want it to stop. Soon Robert's tongue entered her, assisted by his fingers, which separated her swollen cunt lips wide, exposing her wetness completely, as his tongue slid on the roof of her insides, the feeling of which caused her to feel the beginnings of another orgasm. Robert immediately sensed Darla's pending release and returned to attend to her outer lips, making them swell even more. He then continued his assault until Darla silently shivered and released the desire that had boiled inside of her, as she let out sobs and tears of happiness and erotic bliss. Finally, as the intensity of her orgasm eased, and Darla's sobs of pleasure subsided, Robert then reintroduced his tongue into her pink slit and again brought her to the brink of ecstasy, but then quickly pulled away.

Darla moaned and panted, as she began to tug at her bonds, while her hips jerked in desperate hopes of helping to bring on the inevitable. However, Robert maintained his control over her body, pussy, and most importantly, her pleasure. as she soon felt a delirium come over her with this knowledge. Even though she had surrendered to men before, it had never been like this. Unlike her other lovers, Robert wanted to keep Darla at the brink of ecstasy for as long as he could, until her mind ceased to function with her body, as she became one continuous erogenous zone with every sensation becoming the basis for even more pleasure.

At this stage of erotic bliss, which Darla had only heard about from her Raelian friends in Quebec, the sheets on the bed, the pillows under her head and hips, the bonds around her wrists and ankles; now all fed into her a level of pleasure which she had never before had experienced. It was quite clear to her that Robert now owned her, and she enjoyed it more with every lick of his tongue. As he dominated her, Darla's heart and mind began to tingle with more than just thoughts of lust, but also of love. For reasons that she just could not explain, Robert had not only captured her body, but also her heart. It had been many years since Darla felt love, but here she was whispering the words, "I love you" to Robert as he continued his oral assault on her now sweaty body.

As he heard Darla's love whispers, Robert suddenly stopped, leaving her at the brink, until he repositioned himself and thrust his huge cock inside of her, burying it to the hilt. That motion was all that it took, as Darla's long awaited orgasm exploded like an orgasmic volcano, while she felt herself spurt and jerk more powerfully than ever before. Her passions were now so powerful that she broke the bonds around her wrists and ankles, and then wrapped them around Robert so that she could thrust her lips and hips up hard to meet his. Darla's spasms were so intense that Robert also reached his peak as well, filling her with his spunk while they rode each other for long minutes, until finally she passed out. As Darla lay there in his arms, Robert to sensed that he too had fallen in love with the mysterious white woman whom he had rescued from certain death. Despite his sexual passion for his late assistant Ling, it had actually been many years since he last felt such deep feelings for a woman; however, because of the fact that half of the Kinshasa based Kukuana army was now searching for Darla, he knew, however reluctantly, that he would very soon have to let her go.

When Darla finally awoke, she and Robert had a breakfast made with powdered eggs, Spam, and some of the fresh fruits that grew from the trees surrounding Robert's camp. Outside of the tent, underneath a large and camouflaged mosquito netting, the two of them, still nude, finished their meal and sipped on their coffee, as Robert explained to Darla why he was sent to Kukuanaland. According to Robert, Hosaka had sent over 500 scientists into the jungles of Kukuanaland, and many other countries in sub-Saharan Africa to conduct various research projects in researching local diseases and, with that knowledge, bioengineering medicines to cure them.

Robert then gave Darla a tour around the compound, which, when compacted, easily fit into the back of, and in the trailer of, the specially built Land Rover that was powered by solar harnessed electricity. The entire compound was protected from predators by an electronic fence that put up a laser shield, which killed any predator who dared to enter, as well as the carnivorous trees, and the legends of the lake, which served to further provide an added layer of insulation from the nearby Kukuana army. Robert then showed Darla his laboratory near where he had first laid hands upon her on the examination table. Lastly Robert showed Darla the computer and satellite equipment that connected him to both the Internet and Hosaka headquarters in Tokyo. As he was explaining how the satellite system worked, he suddenly received a call on his satellite phone, which like everything else in the compound ran on batteries that were charged by solar cells.

The conversation that Robert had on the telephone was in Japanese, as he logged on his computer and read a Japanese headline, while Darla, who was still nude, watched over his shoulder, finished her coffee and then stepped into the toilet to relieve herself. Darla knew that her disappearance had likely caused a stir, and that Mombassa and Shelly, as well as Mona and the others at the hospital, were likely awaiting her return. However, Darla knew that she had better have a damn good explanation as to why she had wandered off into the forest area by the lake, as she suddenly began to sob. After he finished his phone call, Darla tearfully explained to Robert that she did not know what to tell Mombassa, who was ultimately in charge of her safety, about how and why she disappeared. Despite the few hours that she had known him, Darla felt that she could tell Robert everything, which is exactly what she did as she told him about her upbringing and life in Quebec, and how she had managed to come to Africa as part of her assignment as a nurse in the French-Canadian Medical Corps.

Of course Robert knew who Darla was, for the information that he had just received over the satellite telephone and Internet link was her professional background, which a Hosaka's informant on the Kukuana military base had acquired the day before, upon Robert's request, after he had spotted her bathing in the lake and then heard on the radio the report of her disappearance. As Darla finished telling Robert about how and why she had come to Kukuanaland, the sound of an army helicopter could be heard approaching the location of the hidden jungle laboratory. As he heard the sound of the rapidly approaching chopper, Robert turned on the radio scanner, so he and Darla could listen in on the communications of the search party. From the sound of the voice message traffic, it was clear that they had yet to find any sign of Darla; however, because the search was being led by Mombassa, whom Robert knew to be a ruthless thug, he decided that it would be best if he and Darla parted, and for him to pack up camp and head over the border to Brazzaville. However, even though Robert knew that it was in his best interest to let young Darla go, his heart felt heavy with emotions that he had long ago forgotten. For whatever reason, Darla had captured his heart, and he had captured hers. Hours later, after making love one final time that morning, inside the air conditioned laboratory, Robert held Darla lovingly in his arms and explained to her, regretfully, that he had to leave the country immediately.

Robert then explained that the Hosaka Corporation had sent him to Kukuanaland, but that, with the recent government coup in Kukuanaland, Japanese companies, especially Hosaka and GENOM, were no longer welcome. He then explained that, after she had returned to the Army base, that it would be in both of their best interests if neither he, Mombassa, nor Mombassa's father, the new Kukuana military general and defacto dictator of the lawless country, did not know about either him or and his camp. Robert then explained that in Kukuanaland, the military, which was headed by Mombassa's father, had recently overthrown the civilian government, which was backed and funded by the Japanese government and several business consortiums, and that if the military knew that Hosaka was still conducting research in the jungles near Kinshasa, he would likely, at best, be shot and killed.

Robert's story was convincing enough to Darla, that she had promised, which she sealed with a deep tongue kiss, that she would never reveal Robert's existence to Mombassa. As a cover Robert suggested that Darla return to the location where she was originally kidnapped by the local tribal savages, next to lake. Robert then explained to Darla that, once back at the spot she was originally captured, he would give her a tranquilizer that would place her in a deep sleep, and that, after she fell to sleep, he would send a radio message, from his Land Rover, to the hospital explaining that he had just been told by a native of a white woman laying near death next to the lake. Once her rescuers came, she would then awake in a daze and tell them that she passed out, after she had scratched her leg on a nearby curare and digitalis plant.

Soon thereafter, Darla, who was still nude, and Robert, made their way, in the Land Rover, under the cover of the dense jungle for several miles, until finally they were near the spot by the lake where Darla originally had been assaulted by the orbs and the Oompa Loompa. By this time the skies over Kinshasa were black and gray from an arriving storm, which had provided cover and protection from the search party, which according to radio reports, had already searched the area and found no sign of Darla. As Robert prepared the tranquilizer, Darla looked at him with tears streaking down her cheeks and started to speak, but before she could say anything, Robert kissed her and then said, " It is not goodbye, for I know that we WILL see each other again for it is destiny." He then pricked Darla's left arm with the syringe, and held her steadily in his arms, as they kissed deeply, one last time, until finally her eyes rolled back into her head and she collapsed in his arms. Robert then picked up Darla and carried her away from the deadly meat eating trees, and gently set her down in the mud.

Robert then looked down at Darla, whom for whatever reason had captured his heart and soul, gave her one last kiss, and then got back in his Land Rover, and drove back toward his camp. Once he returned, Robert saved all of his research data to disk, and then tore down the camp, placing all of the tents, laboratory gear, and computer equipment in the trailer, which he then doused with gasoline and set fire to. After which, he got into the Land Rover, turned over the engine, drove a mile to the main road, and then headed for the highway that would lead him to Kinshasa, and then ultimately across the river to Brazzaville, where representatives of Hosaka's main competitor, GENOM, would soon be contacting him, and offer him a chance to find and capture the woman he loved. Several hours later, near the bridge that separated the two nations, Robert used his satellite phone to send an untraceable telephone call, which he routed off a satellite through Tokyo, to the main desk of the army hospital, which was now serving as command base for the search for Darla. When the operator answered, Robert told the soldier on duty that he had just flown over the lake and spotted a white woman lying near the shore, to which he then gave detailed instructions before hanging up.

About an hour after Robert's telephone call, and after the storm had dumped several inches onto Kinshasa, Mombassa and a group of soldiers discovered Darla's nude and mud covered unconscious body near the lake. Darla was covered in spiders, leaches and small snakes when the soldiers finally arrived; however, had they arrived ten minutes later, they would have found Darla swallowed up by the giant mutant python that was slithering toward her. Mombassa was the first to spot the giant beast, which had crawled ashore from the lake, and quickly ordered his men to open fire on the creature, which was so large that it could have easily swallowed a man whole.

The sound of the soldiers weapons woke Darla up as she screamed at the small snakes, leaches and spiders that now crawled over her. When the spiders and snakes were gone, Mombassa lifted Darla up in his arms and took her to the awaiting HumVee where the men all lit up cigarettes and removed the leaches from her breasts and legs. Mombassa said nothing to Darla, except that he was happy that she was safe, as they rode in the army vehicle back to the hospital so she could be examined by a doctor, and then given some fresh clothes.

After Darla was inspected by the male doctor, who remarked just how clean she was for someone who had been unconscious in the jungle for nearly 24 hours, he then applied ointment to the bug and leach bites on her body, and then suggested she take a shower, and then go back to her living quarters and rest. Later, as Darla showered, she heard the sound of footsteps walking toward where she was. After she turned off the shower and went outside to dry off, Darla was met with Shelly, who was dressed up in the fatigues of her new French Canadian Medical Corps uniform. Shelly then came up to Darla with tears in her eyes and hugged her tight, for she was so happy to see her best friend, and had been, the whole time she had been missing, blaming herself for what she had thought was her fault. They then kissed deeply and, under the watchful eye of Mombassa, who had installed video cameras in all areas of the hospital, as Darla helped Shelly out of her uniform and the two made love yet again.

That evening, as Darla's asshole straddled Mombassa's cock and she sucked on Mona's breasts, while watching Shelly getting double penetrated by two of Mombassa's enlisted men, Darla's mind flashed back to all of the eroticism that she had encountered since that Trans Congo Air flight to Kinshasa less than 48 hours prior. As she recalled her capture by the lake, where she first experienced the animalistic pleasures of Africa, and her rescue from the jungle savages by Robert, Darla suddenly realized that her trip to Africa had turned, just as she had hoped, into a journey of erotic darkness. As she sucked and fucked her way throughout the evening and morning, all the while flashing back to her time at the lake, Darla knew that this darkness had now become part of her and which would soon carry and bring her to ever newer and more erotic heights. Soon she and Shelly would soon continue their erotic journey into the heart of darkest Africa, as Mombassa had informed the two of them that they were soon to leave Kinshasa, and take on their first training assignment in Kisangani, a lawless frontier town deep in the Heart of Darkness.



Heart of Darkness Ch. 08



One week later, after having endured a week of intense army and jungle survival training, with several Kukuana nursing aides, all of whom were to be assigned to anyone of the several military medical clinics in and around Kukuanaland, Darla and Shelly packed their bags for Kisangani, where Mombassa had decided to send both of them for the first of their planned trips, to the country's army field hospitals, in order to teach soldiers basic medical skills. At the airport, Darla and Shelly boarded the plane pensively, for the memories and erotic sensations of their short time in Kukuanaland still lingered in their minds and loins.

As they made their way to their seats, Darla thought to herself. "Interesting, my erotic experiences began on the plane ride here. I wonder what sort of experiences we can look forward to on this trip?" Darla then began to observe the passengers as they approached their assigned seats. On board the ancient twin engine jet were Africans, Europeans, Asians, and Indians, of which, especially in black Africa, was a rare ethnic smörgåsbord. Of particular note to Darla were four muscular black men in business suits, whose hard stares had gotten her attention, until she looked down and saw the size of the bulges in their tight pants. The hard looking muscular black men entered the plane together, but then sat separately, one of whom sat across the aisle from Darla and Shelly.

There were also other passengers who were just as interesting, but in different ways. One of them was a beautiful Indian woman who wore a revealing sari, and whose exotic looks looked particular enticing to Darla. However, unlike most saris, which were designed to hide a woman's form, this one wrapped around the lowest portion of her well toned abdomen, exposing several inches of tawny brown skin beneath her navel. A narrow stretch of cloth connected the bottom of the sari to the top portion, which held a generous bosom while still leaving her shapely shoulders exposed, as the cloth continued around her neck and covered her head. The woman was truly beautiful with her classic Indian features and skin, and a distinctive red mark upon her forehead. When she sat, the portion of the sari that covered her breasts raised somewhat; lifting them higher and revealing some delicate flesh on the underside of the twin globes. As the woman settled into her seat she adjusted herself, and as she buckled herself in, she caught Darla's smoldering stare. As their eyes met, it felt to Darla that both of them shared a mutual lust, as Darla whispered to Shelly "this could be an interesting flight."

The next attractive young woman whom came on board the airplane was a Japanese diplomat named Norika, who wore a formfitting silk Chinese style dress. Although the expensive dress was prudently fastened at her neck, the ornately designed garment quietly emphasized every rising and falling curve of her form. The petite woman's nipples and navel were easily discernible through the soft material, as Darla eyed her while she walked towards them, following the row of buttons that made a path from her neck and down her torso and past her waist, ending at a point on her uppermost thigh, coming even with her crotch. The buttons themselves continued along the length of the dress, which all but dragged the floor; however they were no longer fastened; showing a long, well toned, golden thigh followed by gently muscled calf.

Norika's spiked heels gave her legs the illusion of additional length above her 5'2" height. Darla further noticed that Norika clearly wore nothing underneath the dress, and that, despite the fact that her hair was tied up in a bun, and she wore horn rimmed glasses, she was truly a classic beauty. As Darla watched Norika walk by, she inhaled the woman's intoxicating perfume. The developing moisture in Darla's pussy matched the dryness of her mouth, while the Japanese woman avoided everyone's eyes, especially the four well dressed black men, all of whom visually feasted upon her.

Next to come on board the airplane was a light skinned African woman in a business suit, with a short cropped Afro hairstyle, who strode proudly down the aisle. Unlike the other women on board the flight, the African was very tall, at 6' 2", and possessed an athletic and Amazon goddess-like body, with breasts that were high and full, and swayed strongly under her silk blouse with several buttons open. Like the other women whom had just come on board, Darla noticed that she to wore no bra, as she and Shelly gazed at her chocolate skin, which showed just a thin sheen of perspiration. As the woman moved down the aisle, Darla marveled at the Amazon's well rounded ass with firm cheeks, which were accented by a mini dress just tight enough to emphasize their shape. Watching the Nubian goddess reminded Darla just how much she enjoyed chocolate, as she leaned back in her seat and enjoyed the site of the three women ahead of her, all of whom were each quite an exhibition of the different forms of feminine ethnic sensuality.

However, Darla's musings were quickly interrupted by a soft but husky 'hello'. The familiar voice was that of the stewardess, from the flight Darla and Shelly had, just a week before, taken to Kukuanaland. Both of them smiled broadly at Lulu, as Darla said "What a pleasant coincidence!" said Darla. To which Lulu replied, "We can talk about what you will have later. It is going to be a long flight, as I was just told by the pilot that a storm is brewing over the Congo basin, so we will have to take an extra long detour route, northeast over Kisangani, on our way to Lubumbashi. Now please fasten your seat belts, I don't want you to get away."

Every word Lulu said had just said dripped with sex, as Darla vividly remembered the feel of her mouth and fingers from the ravishment she and the pilots gave her on the flight from Paris nearly a week before.  Thanks to the Mahala that continued to boil in her blood, Darla was stimulated once again, as she now hungered for Lulu to lay her hands and lips upon her. Darla then looked over at Shelly and saw the same feeling was being expressed in her best friend's eyes. "I wonder when we should go into the rest room?" Shelly asked with a wicked smile. Darla the said with a mischievous grin of her own that, "I intend to pull her in there myself as soon as I get a chance." It was clear from the look on both of their faces that neither of them had forgotten every vivid and their first sexual encounter with Lulu miles above the African continent.

There were only about 15 people on board the domestic Trans Congo flight, which virtually allowed a private row for everyone. However, some passengers were paired up because they were traveling together, while others opted for solitude, or perhaps privacy in the front part of the nearly empty plane, which contained mostly diplomats, medical professionals, and business people. As Darla looked around the near empty plane, she got the impression that lots of privacy may be needed on this flight, but since they were on an old wide body jet there was more than enough space for she and Shelly to have some fun on the planned three hour journey.

Once in the air, after a nearly one hour delay in getting off the ground, several of the passengers began to move about the cabin, including the four black men, all of whom carried large metallic briefcases, began to reposition themselves. One of the men went to the front of the cabin to get some water; while another took a seat in the forward part of the plane. A third man appeared to go to the rest room at the back, but then changed his mind and just sat next to the Japanese woman. Suddenly, the man getting the water entered the cockpit and closed the door, as the other at the front of the cabin stood, pulled out an Uzi submachine gun from his briefcase, and announced "Please pay attention, we are taking this plane to Goma. If you do not protest or resist, no one will be hurt. I urge you all to remain seated, or else you will suffer the consequences."

The other men also held weapons in their hand, but did not point them directly at anyone, as Darla and Shelly, as well as everyone else who occupied the business class section of the near empty plane froze in their seats. However, even though the men were polite, they clearly meant business. Yet despite their initial warning, the Japanese woman, Norika, jumped out of her seat and lunged toward one of the hijackers.

"I will not tolerate this", Norika screamed in her high voiced and heavily accented French. "I must get to my destination," to which the Japanese man next to her tried to pull her back into her seat, as he admonished her.

As the elder Japanese diplomat reached for his young subordinate, the hijacker next to her pulled her to him and whispered into her ear, "Now listen you little Japanese bitch, no resistance will be acceptable from you. Now I want you to remain in your seat, for I promise that you will not be hurt, and that you will be allow to leave once we land. However, if you resist, I will take you to the back and rape you with as much enthusiasm and power as your business consortiums have done to my country. Now just sit back and shut your pretty little mouth."

As she felt the hijacker's hot breath on the back of her neck, and after she listened to his threat of sexual violence against her tiny body, Norika suddenly, out of desperation and anger, tried to strike the hijacker with her right hand, which he deftly blocked, as he grabbed her wrist. She then tried a knee to the groin, but found her thigh being gripped by the hijacker's powerful hand, as she struggled violently and desperately to escape his vice like grip.

Calmly, the powerful black man again said, "You must stop," as he looked toward his partner at the front of the plane, and then nodded toward the back of the plane, as he lifted the struggling Norika out of her seat. Norika's futile attacks had popped several of the buttons on her dress, while the act of him lifting her popped the many more, which caused her fragile dress to nearly completely open as the hijacker carried her kicking and screaming towards the back of the plane to the deserted coach section.

"My God", whispered Shelly, "I hope that he doesn't kill her," as both she and Darla, frightened, watched their activity. The hijacker's hand covered the woman's pussy, while his arm circled her waist, as he effortlessly carried her toward the back.

"I don't know", said Darla, "He can carry me like that anytime," as she suddenly felt brave, and then quickly and quietly slipped out of her seat and moved to the stewardess' chair, which faced the back of the plane, and watched through the opening in the curtain, as the Japanese beauty began to pummel the black man with her tiny fists, while her toned legs thrashed about.

The hijacker continued to hold Norika as he had carried her, while his arm supported her tiny weight by the waist, as his other hand continued to cover her pussy, which he was gently massaged with his palm. Norika, who prior to the flight had spent many days fighting off thoughts of suicide over her failed marriage, fought aggressively, but lacked the strength to harm him in the least, until suddenly, she was only capable of only weak hit on his chest.

Soon Norika's legs hung limply, while her hips seemed to softly grind in response to the movement of her rapist's hands. During her struggle, she had torn open his shirt, revealing a muscular chest, but at no time had the hijacker shown any anger, despite her repeatedly striking him. The hijacker's eyes remained stern, yet gentle, as her struggle soon exhausted her completely and now placed her in a submissive mode, as for the first time in over a year she had inhaled the intoxicating scent of male musk and succumbed to her pent up erotic desires. 

As Norika's face rested on her captor's bare chest; her hand eased the material off of his shoulders, as she looked up at him, breathing heavily, and sweating profusely, and whispered, "please". To which the hijacker moved his hand from her crotch, and opened his trousers; allowing them to drop to the floor.

Norika, who by now had decided that if she should die being raped was the best way to go, then removed her dress, which now barely covered her shoulders, and remained suspended by his one arm, naked, save for her spiked heels, while her arms circled his neck, as she raised her face to him, with her lips parted. The hijacker in turn covered her mouth with his and began to French kiss her, raising her hips as he did so, while his enormous cock pointed upward at a severe angle. The hijacker then lowered Norika's petite frame onto his engorged member, as Darla watched on in amazement.

Darla doubted if Norika could handle the hijacker's engorged cock, as she had such a small frame, but such was not the case as the woman let out a gasp, as her mouth reached for his tongue, while millimeter by millimeter the monster dick filled Norika's desperate pussy, which in turn caused her to groan loudly, partly in pain but more so in ecstasy, as he drove into and pummeled her.

As the hijacker drove into Norika's extremely tight pussy, his hands lifted her hips slowly a few inches, and then lowered her again, until finally she was able to accommodate him more easily. Once Norika was fully lubricated with her own love juices, she began to rotate her hips along with his motions, slowly at first, which gained power with each of his thrusts. Their lips had parted, yet Norika's mouth was still open wide, as she gasped loudly with each deep penetration, while at the same time she moved her arms under his and gripped his shoulders from behind. Their sounds however were muffled by the loud engines of the ancient airplane, which was now on course for a new destination, the Virunga region of eastern Congo.

The long minutes continued, as Darla, who was the only witness to the growing ecstasy in the Japanese woman's facial expressions, watched intently as the powerful terrorist hijacker fucked the tiny Norika like a machine. The hijacker's huge cock moved inside of her, with his powerful hands raising and lowering her tiny frame onto more man than she had ever experienced, as all the while his arms seemed to never tire. Darla watched in lustful amazement as climax after climax, which sounded more like screams of agony, washed over the Norika, which in turn caused her face to grimace, her nails to dig into the hijacker's shoulders, and her back to arch sharply. For nearly 20 minutes, Darla saw wave after wave of pleasure shudder through Norika's body, while the hijacker never once changed his pace, as he confidently watched his captive cum again and again, with the knowledge that each orgasm bound his prey to him in ways few could ever imagine.

Then, just when Norika seemed ready to lose consciousness, her captor picked up his pace and ground his hips onto her powerfully, grunted, and then poured his spunk into her pussy, as the force of his ejaculation made her cum yet again. When the hijacker was done finally done flooding the pretty little Japanese diplomat with spunk, she collapsed on his chest, arms and legs dangling, with his still stiff cock deep insider her cunt. He then raised Norika off of him, and gently folded her over the back of one of the seats in the far rear of the airplane, so that she was now face down, with her long black hair undone, which cascaded over her head and onto the seat under her.

The hijacker regarded her tight Asian ass tentatively and then brought his mouth to the soft rounds of her delicate flesh, while at the same time Darla's hands slid under her own dress, and then got Shelly's attention for her to come her to her side. As the remaining three hijackers, who had slit the throats of the pilot, co-pilot and navigator, were now preoccupied with flying the plane, with the door of the cockpit now locked, Shelly silently shift over to where Darla was, as they watched the hijacker began to lick the Japanese beauty's crack and pussy, as she slowly regained consciousness and responded to his mouth. Norika's legs were soon over her captor's shoulders as his lips and tongue payed homage to her cunt and bunghole, while his hands deeply massaged her ass cheeks in an effort to make her fully relaxed. His tongue then tentatively probed her anus, which was now relaxed enough for her to grant his tongue partial entrance, which soon circled her tiny hole and encouraged it to open even more.

As the hijacker probed her asshole Norika began to breath deeper, for she now wanted him to conquer her all over again, and then for him to finally take her life. His finger first entered her sodden cunt, and then exited full of both of their juices, after which he then slid the moistened digit into her ass slowly, as she gasped at the sensation, while her hands clutched the armrests of the seat over which she now hung. Again and again her new lover repeated his action, as she gasped in pleasure at the virginal sensation, until she was as loose and lubricated as any anal virgin could ever be. Once her rapist felt his victim was ready, he then he stood up and positioned himself, as Darla and Shelly watched in awe, as his huge cock pressed into and then slowly entered her.

However, despite the pain the giant cock was inflicting on her, the tiny Japanese woman now wanted the hijacker's cock too much for her to protest, yet it was obvious to her that she was going to have great difficulty accepting him, as she closed her eyes tight and bit into the cushion of the seat below her. When her eyes suddenly opened, Norika found herself staring directly at Darla, through a small opening in the curtain that separated the two sections of the airplane. As Norika stared into Darla's smoldering eyes, a silent erotic message was passed between them, when suddenly Darla, who was by now once again very horny, slowly got up and walked to the back toward the hijacker and his tiny captive, opening her blouse as she walked down the long aisle.

The hijacker, who was by now quite focused on anally raping his Asian victim, regarded Darla's presence casually with a nod, as he continued to ease into the Oriental's tight asshole. Ignoring the hijacker, Darla then knelt in front of the impassioned woman and pulled her tussled hair away from her face, as she licked her lips several times, and then slowly brought her lips to hers. Norika continued to support herself on the armrests, as she could not do otherwise, but in her position she may as well have been restrained, for she was in no position to do anything but accept what was happening, yet it was clear to Darla that the lovely Japanese woman was totally absorbed in being reamed, and was learning very quickly the joys of anal sex.

As Norika continued to moan and whimper, Darla began to massage her small breasts and pinched her hardened nipples, which only added to the erotic sensations and made Norika squirm even more. By now Shelly had made her way to the side of the hijacker, where she bent over Norika and ran her tongue along Norika's spine to the top of her crack, gently sucking and kissing as she went. When Shelly reached the point where Norika was joined with the hijacker, she continued up his abdomen and to his chest, where she used her tongue to flick and tease his nipples.

However, even as Shelly sucked on his chest, the hijacker never paused from entering the Asian's tight ass, and continued to slowly drive into her as deep as she could take it; and then slowly slid out until he was just about out, for he had now found her range and intended to keep fucking her until he came, which he guessed would take quite a long time. Shelly then grabbed his neck and pulled her mouth to his, as they sucked each other passionately, until eventually, she pulled herself away and removed her dress completely.




Heart of Darkness Ch. 08



Shelly, like the other beauties on this flight, wore nothing underneath her dress, as she acrobatically swung one leg over Norika while facing the hijacker, as she hung her leg over his shoulder, while her two hands supported her at the back of the seat. Shelly's other leg then swung over his other shoulder and then straddled his face. From this position, Shelly moved her pussy to his mouth, offering him everything, which he hungrily accepted as he began to slide his tongue up and down her slit, which in turn caused Shelly arched her back in response, grinding her pussy tighter to his face as his tongue entered her, and then retreated to flick her clit. The hijacker covered Shelly's whole cunt with his mouth while he did this again and again. Not wanting to be left out, Darla repositioned herself in front of Norika, removed her dress, placed her hips in front of Norika's face, gently grabbed the sides of her head and pulled her pussy to Norika's face, from which she enjoyed a thorough licking, as the tiny Asian received her first taste of Canadian pussy.

Everything seemed to happen very fast from that point on as the motion of each person quickened, for nearly 15 blissful minutes, which was urged on by the spectacle of what was happening to all of them. A tiny ass being fucked by a giant dick, two pussies being eaten; one by a Black man, the other by a Japanese woman, was an incredible sight as, almost as a final gesture, Shelly arched her head backward toward Darla who then sucked on her wanting mouth, the movement of which caused a cascade of orgasms. The first to erupt was the hijacker, whom began to spasm his load into the Japanese ass, which in turn made her experience her first anal orgasm..

As Norika jerked and feasted harder on Darla's cunt, the biting motion on her clitoris then triggered Darla, who nearly sucked Shelly's tongue out of her mouth and made her cum as well. The multiple orgasms persisted for several minutes, until, finally, the tightly wound foursome extricated one body part after another. Once again the Japanese girl passed out, after which the hijacker then gently withdrew from her asshole and placed her dress upon her, fastening the buttons, which remained. After having dressed Norika, the hijacker told Darla and Shelly to return to their seats, but then added that neither one of them should get to comfortable, for there were still three other hijackers whom had yet to be serviced.

Following the hijacker's orders, Darla and Shelly redressed and quietly returned to their seats, as behind them the hijacker calmly put his clothes back on and moved quietly to his original seat. However, Norika remained in the back of the aircraft, still splayed bottoms up on the seat, without any restraints, for somehow her attacker knew that she would no longer be any trouble. The hijacker, as well as the other men who now flew the plane, knew that their cocks were likely the most powerful weapons they would ever need on this trip. Which of course was true, as Darla, Shelly, and several other woman onboard the airplane, including Lulu, all of whom had drank from the Mahala laced water bottles that the terrorists accomplices on the ground in Kinshasa had substituted in place of the original supply of Evian, could hardly wait until those black clubs were used upon them.

Once back in their seats, Darla and Shelly savored their most recent sexual escapade, for they both now felt a bit more relaxed, as they had become convinced that, though the hijackers were on a mission, or perhaps even a crusade, and had likely killed the male crew, they did not seem to be inclined to anymore violence. If anything, the men were overly courteous; and considering the power of their physical presence, it made being around them even more arousing. As Darla plunked down in her seat, which was the last occupied one at the end of the business class section, she surveyed the other passengers, who, by and large, seemed none the wiser about what had just happened. Apparently, having been threatened with death was significant enough of a distraction, for no one to notice what had just happened in the rear of the plane. Additionally, the ear piercing sound of the ancient jet engines was enough to block out the sounds of ecstasy that emanated from Norika's throat during the nearly 40 minutes that she was willingly raped.

As Darla straightened out and smoothed her skirt, she looked over at and cast a glance at the Indian woman with the provocative sari, who suddenly looked across the aisle to her, as once again their two sets of eyes stared lustily at each other. It seemed as if the woman could smell the sexual potential, which existed in both Darla and Shelly; not to mention of what could take place with the hijackers and the other passengers. As the Indian goddess returned her attention to her book, Darla and Shelly both began to study the woman in detail. The Indian woman's sari was still wound about her; tightly around her full breasts, but which still left an exposed midriff and navel, which, if they were an inch or two higher and lower, and she probably would not have been allowed on the plane, at least not without being ravaged by the men on the ground.

Suddenly, as Shelly and Darla kissed deeply in order to draw her attention, the Indian woman stared back at the two lustful women. As Darla and Shelly continued to kiss, for several long seconds, they once again caught a glimpse of the Indian woman staring at them, with her lips parted, as her tongue moistened them. The edges of her teeth showed giving her a near animal sensuality, as she raised her fingers to her mouth and slowly ran her tongue along the tip of each one. She then let them slide down her chin and along her neck, down along the tightly restrained breasts, ever so slowly, as they moved to the front of her torso, where her taunt, honey colored skin was exposed.

Both Darla and Shelly were mesmerized by the incredible allure of this exotic woman, whose thighs now began to grind together involuntarily as her fingers made small circles around a succulent navel, and then eased their way under the sari to the moist heaven, which waited for them. The Indian woman then tilted her head back, as her fingers probed for the thick dew, and, once finding the flow, pulled out and raised back to her lips, where she again licked them; eyes closed in ecstasy as she savored her own flavor. Watching her, Darla could finally take no more, as she rose and went to the hijacker, in the galley, who had reduced the Japanese girl to an erotically exhausted pile of flesh. With a smile, Darla said to him, "I think that we should go and see about her in back. After the treatment she got, well, I just want to make sure that she is alright. Is it all right to do so?" The hijacker paused briefly from the coffee he was drinking, looked Darla over, and then said seriously. "I see no problem with that, attend to her."

After the hijacker gave his stern approval, Darla and Shelly reached up and retrieved their nursing kits from the overhead storage area, as they nodded to the Indian woman to follow, and then made their way toward the back of the plane, as the Indian woman rose and followed behind them.  However, before the Indian woman could pass to the rear, the hijacker frisked her and fingered her pussy even though he knew that there was no way she possessed any weapons other than her smoldering good looks, after which the three of them met at the rear of the plane, near where Norika still hung lifeless over the seat, as the hijacker closed the separating curtain behind them. Now that they were alone, the passions of all the women could be released unrestrained, as the Indian woman undid her hair, which had no pins or clasps holding it up, as it was simply wound into itself.

Shelly and Darla then watched as the Indian woman's dark hair then fell in a long cascade around her shoulders, which then evenly divided down her back and over and around her breasts. The Indian woman then, silently began to unwrap her sari, which, like her hair, had no clasps, while at the same time she tossed her hair behind her back, and slowly unwound the long, sheer cloth. The Indian beauty's movement were slow and deliberate; all the time knowing that her motions mesmerized the two white women, until gradually and slowly, inches of her breasts were revealed. The Indian's nipples were small and dark, with huge orbs of flesh surrounding them, and, as the cloth around her unraveled, Darla and Shelly were amazed to see how they barely seemed to sag once the material had finally been removed.

The Indian woman then breathed slowly and deeply, emphasizing both the size and suppleness of her breasts, as she placed her hands to her abdomen, and then slid then upward to cup either breast in her palms, as she massaged each nipple with her thumbs, which in turn caused her to arch her back as she absorbed the erotic sensations. Then, with the two horny women watching, the Indian woman moved her hands down to remove the bottom half of her sari, until finally Darla could take no more, as she went up to the Indian woman, gently grasped her hands, and whispered, "No, let me." To which the Indian woman just smiled and nodded, then closed her eyes and raised her hands over head, crossing them at the wrists, as Darla knelled before her and began to unwrap the last barrier to her womanhood.

Darla's throat was dry as she stared at the woman's navel, which was now even with her eyes, as she pulled out the only portion of the sari that was tucked in and began to unwrap her, all the while she noted the heady aroma of her pussy and succumbed to its allure, as she, while still unwrapping the sari, Darla gently placed her lips and tongue over the Indian woman's tantalizing navel and began to suck and probe. Shelly on the other hand showed less control, because as soon as Darla had knelled before the Indian beauty, Shelly had moved behind her and began to knead a breast with one hand and, with the other hand, moved her hair to gain access to her neck, which she began to suck and nibble. As the girls kissed, sucked, and probed, the Indian woman's breathing began to quicken, occasionally gasping as the erotic attention of Darla and Shelly began to have its desired effect upon her, as soon Darla had finally removed the last of her wrapping and let it fall to the floor in a pool of fabric to reveal two golden brown legs, which stepped out of the sari and, spread widely, displayed a dark thatch of heavily moistened hair.

The Indian beauty's cunt lips quivered as Darla's thumbs separated them, while her hips rotated forward as Darla's tongue began to probe and taste her intoxicating exotic flavor. At that point Darla felt all of her few inhibitions disappear, as her mouth was now fully joined with the succulent exotic pussy, while at the same time she moved her hands between the spread legs and up the crack of the Indian woman's ass. Darla then gently separated the woman's two firm cheeks, so that she could allow her pinkie fingers to slide along the bronzed beauty's aroused flesh and into her puckered ass. Darla then expertly massaged the tight hole slowly and erotically, making it slowly loosen, until finally, after hearing the Indian woman's erotic sigh, Darla inserted both of her pinkie fingers into the waiting hole. As Darla's fingers entered, the Indian woman's reaction was immediate, as her asshole tightened immediately around Darla's fingers as she began to gasp and squirm. However, despite the Indian woman's movement's, Darla held her firm and did not pause for a moment, while she continued to lap at the woman's cunt, occasionally sucking her clit as her fingers probed slowly, but more deeply into her virgin ass.

Shelly then turned the Indian woman's head to the side and fastened her mouth to hers; smothering her moans as their two tongues intertwined and their mutual sucking began. The Indian woman, who was also under the spell of the Mahala laced water, slowly moved her hands over her head and downward, grasping the nape of Shelly's neck and the back of Darla's head, encouraging them to proceed. However, Darla was so absorbed in the sheer eroticism of eating this woman, that it was several moments before she realized that another hand was moving at her neck, as Norika's tiny hands began to remove her clothing. As Darla turned to see Norika, who was still quite weak from the rape she had only recently received, Darla kissed her on the cheek to welcome her touch, after which she felt Norika's tongue move down her back and along the crack of her ass. Darla then relaxed her cheeks and was thanked with the insertion of a finger into her ass, as somehow, Norika had managed to move her face under her squatting form, and proceeded to eat her pussy, while at the same time she used her dripping juices to lubricate her sphincter so that she could return the sexual favor from earlier.

As the mile high orgy commenced, under the watchful gaze of their hijacker, all four women were in ecstasy, as they were completely absorbed in their actions, oblivious to everything around them, until suddenly a familiar voice said, "Don't stop." As the girls turned their heads, they saw that the voice was that of the stewardess, Lulu, who then said, "Let me make us all more comfortable," as she moved behind them and raised the armrests of the seats and reclined them to the fullest. They now had a platform the size of a small bed, and with the help of Lulu, the Indian woman was lowered onto the makeshift bed. whereupon, as soon as she was laid down, Lulu straightened up and removed her own clothing. Lulu first opened the cotton blouse and exposed her firm, rounded, dark breasts that heaved with passion, as a trail of perspiration ran between them to her deep, elongated navel. Then, suddenly, with a snap and a zip, her dress fell to her ankles, and she now stood before the four women wearing only a white thong, as Lulu effortlessly stepped out of the dress and her comfortable shoes with a fluid motion.

Lulu, however, did not even have time to remove her thong when she felt Norika's tiny hand gripping the material at her crotch, pulling her downward. The move was unexpected, and being unbalanced from stepping out of her skirt, she fell forward into a position that was perfect, as Norika steered Lulu's hips over her waiting lips and began to tongue the lips separated by the white satin thong.  Not needing an invitation, Lulu lowered her face onto the waiting bush of the Asian, and began to lap her succulent flesh, which was still swollen and wet from her previous fucking. Lulu could taste the remnants of cum from the hijacker that still was warm inside of her, and mixed with the new juices now building, the taste and aroma of Norika proved to be a narcotic combination.

Now there were five women mutually, under the watchful eye of the fourth hijacker, whom had just sent back a sixth passenger, trying to satisfy their lust, with Norika and Lulu eating each other, as Shelly rode the mouth of the Indian woman, while at the same time Darla licked the Indian woman's juices. However, Darla noted that she was not on the receiving end of the action, but then suddenly felt the deft insertion of a finger into her ass, as she turned around to see the short haired African woman in the business attire. The tall African goddess had partially disrobed and had removed her skirt and panties, as Darla felt the inner flesh of her asshole being massaged, which only served to heat up her passion even further, as Darla reached back and began to massage the woman's already wet pussy.

The African woman's hips soon began to gyrate slowly in sync with Darla's massaging, and since her fluids had been flowing ever since she finished her Mahala laced water, Darla's fingers slid over the hot pussy with sluicing sound. Darla then inserted first one finger, and then another, until her entire hand was inside the woman as the African woman moaned wantonly, and then bent over to massage Darla's cunt in return. The African woman then placed three fingers inside her pussy, and then did everything she could to make the fingers in her ass touch her fingers that were deeply imbedded in Darla's pussy. The sensation of the African woman's strong fingers was electric, forcing Darla to cum prematurely, which was the only trigger that was necessary as one after another, the five other women began to jerk and spasm with climaxes of their own.

Soon, as they moaned and writhed on the makeshift bed on the back of the plane, well out of hearing range of the rest of the captive passengers, the faces and hands of each insatiable woman was covered with feminine stickiness, until finally they all relaxed, breathing deeply and gasping for air, for at least a full ten minutes until anyone chose to rise. As the women all laid there, none of them said anything, as the fourth hijacker came back to them and ordered them at gunpoint to dress and to return to the main cabin.

As the women were engaged in their impromptu orgy, the lead hijacker, who had been piloting the plane, had informed the fourth hijacker that they were cleared to make an emergency landing in Goma for refueling, after which they would fly to the island nation of the Seychelles, which was now a haven for white slave traders, terrorists, and information pirates. Based upon the information that the lead hijacker had received from his subordinate in the back of the airplane, the lead hijacker had calculated that their terrorist cell could easily fetch and attractive price for the six insatiable female passengers, as well as a hefty and lucrative ransom for the male Japanese diplomatic staff, all of whom were on board the plane.

It was the stewardess Lulu, ever the professional, who, as she gazed at the hijacker's pointed weapon, and devious smile, who was the first to reluctantly get up and redressed, in preparation to return to the main cabin. Following Lulu's lead, the African businesswoman then redressed, composed herself and returned to her seat, with the others soon following suit, except for Norika, whose loins, after having nearly been fucked to death, now made it extremely difficult for her move. However, Darla and Shelly assisted Norika and helped her back into her seat, where, despite her torn dress that was now secured by half as many buttons as before, where she was met by scornful and shameful stares from her boss, the consul general. After which, both Darla and Shelly then repositioned themselves in their seats and held each other's hand, as the narcotic effects of the last hour began to diminish and the gravity of the situation returned to them.

The mile high African, interracial and global "sexathon," which had only occurred because the hijackers had allowed it to proceed, had left both Darla and Shelly exhausted as they faded into a deep slumber, with their pussies and assholes still throbbing from their ordeal. Hours later, they awoke from their catnaps by an announcement over the intercom. "Ladies and Gentlemen, we are about to land in Goma, please remain calm and peaceful and no one will be hurt. You will be detained for a short time, after which we will then continue our journey. Again, I warn all of you to obey and follow our instructions, or else you will suffer the consequences."

Shelly suddenly became scared again, as she fretted, "Where are they taking us?"

To which Darla replied, "I have no idea, but for some reason the danger excites me."

Darla then said, "Even though we've been hijacked, I'm having the romp of my life so far. I have a feeling that the hijackers aren't going to harm us, if they had wanted to, they could have killed us already. I'm getting wet just wondering about what will happen next," and then gave Shelly a reassuring smile and kiss, as she held her friend's hand tight at just about the same time as the plane landed roughly on the dilapidated runway of the remote Virunga jungle airport. 




Heart of Darkness Ch. 08



After the Trans Congo Express wide-bodied jet roughly landed, one by one, all of passengers exited, followed closely by the hijackers, who seemed to be staring intently at Darla and Shelly. Meanwhile, on the other side of the plane, the bodies of the flight crew and the luggage of all the passengers were removed, only to be replaced by a large load of firearms, all of which the hijackers intended to deliver to their customers in the Seychelles. The passengers were herded onto an awaiting bus, while the six insatiable women, including Lulu, were put in a separate van, behind the bus, and taken from the tarmac toward a few buildings on the edge of the jungle.

As the male passengers, most of whom were Japanese diplomats and businessmen, and insatiable women disembarked at the guarded and fenced in administrative building, they were all herded into a waiting area where food and rest facilities were provided. As they walked in the 100 degree heat toward the prison like main building, which contained armed guards on all sides, Darla said, "After what we have gone through, I can surely use a shower," to which Shelly agreed. Then, after entering the brutally humid building, with the permission of the fourth hijacker, they headed toward the women's facilities, which did indeed include a shower, towels, as well as an assortment of native attire that had apparently been left behind.

Once inside the ladies room, Shelly and Darla wasted no time in disrobing and entering the shower stall, which consisted of a small room with a half dozen shower heads.

"Hey, this has the makings of quite a scene, if we could get the right company", said Shelly, to which Darla showed her agreement by turning all of the heads on until the room was filled with a steaming mist.

The girls then lathered themselves up and helped each other with the more out of reach places, as Shelly began to vigorously scrub Darla's back, to which Darla moaned "Oh, yes", in response to Shelly's actions. Darla then rested her forearms against the shower walls and lowered her head upon them, as Shelly continued lathering her. As the steam engulfed them, Shelly began to move down Darla's back to the beginning of the crack of her ass, as Darla spread her legs and relaxed her muscles. Knowing precisely what to do, Shelly then slid one hand to Darla's front and began to make creamy circles in her pubic hair, while the other hand moved between her ass cheeks and spread them, which in turn caused Darla to moan softly as she felt Shelly's thumb enter her bunghole, while at the same time her first two fingers entered her pussy as Shelly began to make opposing circles, first with her thumb, then with her fingers.

Shelly then knelt down on the wet concrete and brought her lips to Darla's widely spread cheeks so that she could lick the rim of her ass above where her thumb steadily continued its internal massage. Darla now moaned loudly as Shelly expertly and slowly brought her first to the brink, but then eased up just enough to delay her from cumming, while her other hand then gradually began to join her first two fingers until Darla's pussy was being nearly fisted. Shelly's fingers made exquisite patterns inside of her, while her thumb continued to probe, massage and move toward the fingers, compressing the most intimate of Darla's flesh as it did so, for Shelly knew that Darla was being built up to her sexual extreme; as she felt her insides beginning to quiver and prepare for a powerful orgasm. However, as she manipulated her fingers, Shelly had a curious thought as she looked upon her friend, and wondered about just how much control over Darla she could have performing this on her. The very thought of what she was doing to her best friend was euphoric, and Shelly could feel her juices flowing in anticipation of what she wanted Darla to do to her, as she continued to manipulate Darla's tight pussy and elastic ass.

Darla was in a fugue state, as she felt herself to be nothing but ass and pussy, which was quite the opposite outside, as well out of hearing range of both she and Shelly, the hijackers had suddenly become violent as they turned their attention toward the group of male diplomats in the Japanese delegation. After both Darla and Shelly had slipped silently into the shower room, the hijackers ordered the consul general and his deputies to go outside and walk behind a rusting hanger. As the gravity of the situation began to return to Norika, who by now had finally regained her composure, she, the Indian woman, Lulu, and the African Amazon, screamed in fear as a volley of gunshots peppered the Consul and his deputies.

When the hijackers returned, they were informed by the tower that the Kukuana air force, under orders of Mombassa's father, had planes in the air in order to mount a rescue mission and to keep the passenger jet on the ground. In response to the early warning, the hijackers ordered all of the passengers to walk quickly back to the Trans Congo Air jet, which now barely had enough fuel for the flight out of Kukuana airspace and on a course for its eventual journey over the ocean and onto the Seychelles. However, as the Norika, Lulu, and the other women of color took their seats, amidst the chaos of the sudden violence that they had just witnessed, as well as the confusion over the sudden change in demeanor of the hijackers who now looked so angry and worried, they quickly realized that neither Darla or Shelly had made their way back on board the plane that was now taxiing toward to runway.

Meanwhile, deep in the mist of the shower room and oblivious to the chaos outside, Darla's body had now become one entire erogenous zone, all of which was now under Shelly's control. Lost in the steam, Darla could only moan, gasp and whimper; for she had now surrendered to the pleasure of knowing that all of her actions and responses were now completely dependent upon Shelly's strategic ministrations. Shelly could feel her own needs going to an extreme, and knew that her own control was fading as her moves became less controlling and more passionate. By now Shelly's lips and tongue were now ruthlessly sucking and probing as much of Darla's ass as they could, and soon it was now Shelly's turn to moan, as she was now completely caught up in dominating her best friend, as Darla then raised one leg high, bent at the knee, as she gave herself entirely to Shelly, and surrendered herself to the inevitable.

Seeing Darla surrender the last of her will, Shelly then seized the opportunity and, as she gripped Darla strongly, lifted her shoulder under her supporting thigh, and then raised and twisted her around so that Darla's back was now on the shower wall. Shelly then slowly lowered her love slave down to the floor, even as Darla's pussy was still being practically fisted.  As Shelly continued her mastery and assault, Darla just laid there, underneath the gushing water, until her juices reached a volcanic state and her entire body began to tremble involuntarily, while she began to breathe hard and pant and beg for more. With one hand in Darla's pussy and the other in her ass, Shelly then decided to mouth the thin layer of flesh in between the two holes, as she then proceeded to, with her teeth, tongue and lips, ravage this unexplored area of Darla's anatomy.

By now Darla had now reached her limit and desperately needed to cum as her entire body trembled and twitched like a puppet being controlled by her master. "Please", Darla begged, "Please..." Shelly removed her mouth only long enough to say, "As you wish....", and then moved her mouth to Darla's hugely swollen clit and sucked and licked with all of her might until finally Darla exploded in a massive convulsion, which caused her back to arch so severely that Shelly had to remove her hand from her pussy to hold onto her as wave after wave of the climax rolled over her best friend. Once again, Darla's juices poured out of her and onto the wet concrete, urged on by Shelly's other hand, which in turn stroked from the ass side of her sugar walls, as she forced her lips on and sucked Darla's tangy cum into her waiting mouth.

Shelly was going to swallow, when suddenly she heard Darla hoarsely whisper "Share it with me.....feed me some". Shelly then continued her stroking until Darla juices stopped flowing, and removed her hand from her friend's ass. Then, before Darla could close her mouth, Shelly was on top of her, holding down her arms over her head, as her mouth covered Darla's and they began to exchange the love juices between them. There was a special sweetness of Darla's juices, which was made erotically pungent, by the Mahala, the African love potion, as well as a definitely lewdness in the act, for Shelly had brought her friend to the ultimate orgasm and had controlled Darla to the point of trembling servitude as Darla begged for sweet release. Perhaps, Shelly thought, that it was the amount of time that was spent building to this level of eroticism, which gave her cum such a special flavor. However, it did not matter as Darla's juices were exchanged several times between them as they sucked each other's tongues, until they finally both swallowed their share of Darla's cup of sweet love juice.

The entire ordeal had taken over a half hour, and Shelly was now the one ready to beg, as she saw Darla's teeth clench into a wicked smile, as she heard her say, "Now you". Darla then quickly took back control and soon had Shelly on her back, with her wrists held down, while Darla ground her now sensitive pussy onto Shelly's pussy, as they harshly French kissed under the warm spray. Shelly had always liked it rough when being done by another man, or in this case a woman, for she loved to feel dominated, and even humiliated. The joy of domination for her was like a narcotic, and Shelly was already quite hot from what she had performed upon her friend. Darla of course sensed this, and as Shelly's sexual buildup neared, which was already nearly as strong as Darla's had been, she worked her way down Shelly's body with licks, sucks, and kitten like bites. Darla then tenderized Shelly's nipples, and sucked her navel, until finally she hungrily feasted on her pussy.

During Darla's downward progression, she had kept a tight grip on her friend's wrists, as she maneuvered Shelly into a position where she was bent and splayed on either side, so as to hold her arms firmly down. Shelly was now quite restrained, and only her hips could move, which they did as they responded to Darla's violent sucking. Soon, Shelly's clit was being distended by Darla's mouth, which Darla treated as if it was the nipple on a baby's bottle, but not so harshly that it would cause real pain, yet with enough of a mixture of pain and pleasure to give Shelly the satisfaction she craved. Quickly, Darla could feel the orgasm growing within Shelly's form as she slowly released one wrist and grabbed a narrow piece of soap. Then, just prior to making Shelly cum, Darla slid the soap into her friend's ass, and pushed it deep with her fingers, as the soap quickly entered Shelly's rectum.

The force of the soap bar was all that was needed to cause a climax, and make Shelly's body jerk and spasm with a fierce intensity, which, like Darla's, caused her body to move involuntarily in jerks and spasms until she lay finally lay exhausted. Darla, who was by now extremely thirsty, drank her lover and friend dry, as she greedily swallowed every last drop, as Shelly cooed and moaned, enjoying the feel of Darla's warmth and the flow of the shower water on her now exhausted body. After Shelly's orgasm, both women drifted off into a light slumber to recover, as the shower water continued to fall upon them...

As the water cascaded upon her, Darla found herself suddenly staring at the sight before her. Lying on his side, sleeping, was the Centaur who had just ravaged her. Her pussy and asshole still feeling the aftereffects of the experience. Suddenly, anger overcame her, and she reached for a stone, a stick, anything to help her injure him. Picking up a large rock, she raised over the Centaur's head.....but then paused, as she glanced over the Centaur's physique and her eyes fell upon his cock.

Even not erect, it was massive. Curious, she lowered the stone to the ground, and crawled next to the sleeping creature. Even as he slept, the giant cock seemed alive, throbbing with power; a power that once again came over her and again controlled her. She reached down to touch it, and it stirred. Slowly, it began to respond to her touch, as Darla continued to stroke and caress it, rubbing its length, reviving it to its true potential. Soon, it was the size of a large man's forearm, with a head the size of her fist.

Mesmerized, Darla rubbed her cheek against it, allowing some of the oozing fluid to brush against her lips. As she tasted his essence, Darla began to feel dazed and woozy. Her heart began to beat rapidly and her breath came in short gasps. The cock head was a bit too large to fit into her mouth, but she ran her tongue over and into the pee hole, probing and tasting. Covering the hole with her mouth, she began to suck deeply, drawing more of the thick seminal fluid from it and drinking deeply of it; all the while pulling and stroking its length, coaxing it, worshiping it.

Soon Darla began to loose all control, as the stroking turned into passionate embraces, hugs, and the ever present paying homage with her mouth and tongue. Soon, she was in a frenzy. Her face, hair, and torso dripping with the slick fluid; her movements that of a slave paying physical worship of her god. The massive cock found its way between her wanting breasts, as she began to slide its length up and down her body, as her feet gently rubbed the full balls . Somehow, she managed to insinuate her tongue full into the opening, and she twirled it in tight circles, while still fucking it with her tits and body. Had she been in a normal state, she would have noticed how full the balls were growing, but her mind, her body, her soul, and her mouth, were too engrossed in her infatuation with the sheer power of the giant cock, its veins throbbing, pulsing harder and harder. Finally, it jerked...and volumes of cum spurted out. Her mouth tried to take it all it, and she gulped greedily. Mouthful after mouthful was swallowed, but still it spurted past her wanting lips and onto her hair, face, and body; saturating it.

Overcome with both passion, and the narcotic effect of the cum in her mouth, she rolled on her side, raised her hips, lifted one leg, and moved onto it. She continued until it was all but totally inside of her, then she began to ride it in long, even strokes. The pace quickened, until she was as a woman possessed. She could feel her internal organs being displaced with the sheer size of it. Finally, she came and shuddered with pleasure, passing out while still impaled......

When suddenly, just as quickly as she fell into her dream, after about five minutes, the water suddenly turned cold, which caused both girls to awaken with a start and a laugh, as they quickly arose and exited the shower grabbing large towels to dry themselves.

Hey, let's not put our old stuff back on", said Shelly, "let's go native". To which Darla readily agreed as the two of them began to try on the different native attire that was theirs for the taking. However, little did they now that the clothes had been left behind after several native women were raped and murdered in the very same shower area that they had just made love. The clothes they chose were quite new, and were essentially wraparounds with lengths, which tucked into folds, and secured the dresses without any fastening at all. The multi-colored dresses were made of soft cotton, and were versatile enough so that the women were able to emphasize their assets without discomfort. Both outfits supported their breasts, but also were thin enough to show their ample cleavage.

Darla chose to expose her midriff low enough so that she almost showed her shaved pubic area and so as to expose her pelvic bones. To secure it at the bottom, she wrapped a length around one thigh after loosely covering her ass and hips, and then tied it off as close to her crotch as possible. The fashion effect was dazzling because when she walked, her ass cheeks flexed and jiggled, for it was sure to make the tropical 90 degree day feel like 100 degrees to anyone watching. Shelly, meanwhile, chose an even more exotic look as she wrapped the multicolored material vertically, over her shoulders and between her legs, finally wrapping the loose material around her hips so that she could walk with ease. The balance of the material hung in two wide swatches, front and back; leaving the sides of the thighs exposed. Now satisfied with how they both now looked, Darla and Shelly then strode back to the room where the other passengers had been kept.