Victoria Larsson is the epitome of a curvaceous Swedish blonde. Self-centred and avaricious, she is on holiday in Morocco with her new fiancé, Mikkel. Although he is her idea of handsome, she is only after one thing – his money, and isn’t averse to cheating on him when she gets the opportunity the day after their arrival.
They go and visit the tourist attraction that is the local souk where she is abducted and sold to a fiend who possesses an abnormally large penis. He brutalises her, making it clear that his intention is to torture and kill her for his own sadistic amusement.
She is rescued but her rescuer has no intention of letting her go, he bundling her first onto a plane and then a ship, she taken to Anabra Island, her journey filled with having to satisfy several men’s cravings. Once on the Island things don’t improve, she is beaten and abused, trained to be a plaything of a drug baron called Stephan Vandarmeer.
This tale, which contains lots of interracial sex, uses several of the characters that have already appeared in the novel Red Cane but it is not necessary to have read that story to follow what is going on.
EXTRACT
Two of his thick fingers slipped into her vagina with ease, she having
lubricated profusely already. They pushed back and forth vigorously,
he not seeming to care if he injured her or not. Unable to help
herself, she a sexual creature, her vagina almost instantly went into
spasm, trying its best to lock around his digits and stop them from
leaving her interior. “Ah, ah, ah, ah,” she panted. In very short
time she was convulsing with a powerful orgasm, squealing as she came,
“Yyyyyyeeeeeeaaahhh!”
“What a slut. The minute I saw you I simply knew you were one dirty
slut,” Assiman said, withdrawing his fingers. He sucked them as he
strolled from behind her and came to stand before her head.
He pulled down his trousers and she could not believe her eyes.
Curving out from his body was an enormous, dark-brown, circumcised
penis. It hung there like an elephant’s trunk. Gulping with the
shock, she guessed it must be something like forty centimetres long
and as thick as her forearm. There was no way he could ever get that
hard, she concluded, he surely could not possess sufficient blood to
inflate it and also keep his other organs functioning at the same
time.
“Suck it,” he said, lifting the purple head up to her lips.
She kissed it and darted her tongue out all over the glans before
opening her mouth to its utmost. It was no good, however hard she
tried she could not take in more than just the tip of his helmet. She
sucked and sucked, and wiggled her tongue across the underside. To
her utter amazement the giant dong commenced swelling, it soon
reasonably hard, his shaft supported by the flat of his broad left
hand. He was not rigid hard, she concluded, more like the firmness
akin to that possessed by her largest silicon dildo – a sort of wobbly
firm.
“Try harder, slut, or you’ll feel far more than just this paddle on
your backside,” he said in icy tone, putting the bat behind her head
and using it to press her closer.
She did her best, nibbling along his length, and sucking and
slavering all about the bulbous head. His penis stiffened a little
more, the veins starting to bulge along its surface. He began to rasp
his breath. His hips jerked back and to, the monster battering
against her lips and teeth. Stretching her mouth wide, she positioned
it around his little opening and sucked hard.
“Urrrggghhh!” he grunted. A large gush of his cum poured forth onto
the back of her tongue. It was tangy, thick and creamy. She
concluded that either he was more able than Abdul at producing sperm
or he had not come for a number of days.
