PROLOGUE

 

In this world there are only two tragedies. One is not getting what one wants, and the other is getting it.

Oscar Wilde

 

 

All hail the mighty leopard.

One could almost imagine the blast of trumpets as the great lord swaggered his way through the shimmering halls of his very own private pussy palace. He was indeed an imposing sight with the hard muscles of his nude body thrice reflected in the mirrored walls above and either side of him as his formidable cock swung unencumbered between his legs.

Mairead hopped along slightly ahead of her powerful master. Her tiny breasts jiggled with tension as she strove to match the stride of his powerful thighs. This should surely have been the happiest night of her strange new life, but alas, there was trouble in paradise.

So keen was the leopard on finally breaching her maidenhead that he failed to notice the crestfallen look on her pretty features.

The delicate bounce of her buttocks sent a thrill of lust through his balls. What a prize she was, he decided; the girl was barely seventeen years old, yet she was already famed throughout the harem as a nonpareil cocksucker.

He reached downwards to run an experimental forefinger up the crack of her ass. The sudden intrusion startled her and the self-styled blowjob princess turned to stare up into the greedy slits of his eyes. She quailed at the noble features contorted with the unmistakable signs of unstoppable male lust; she lowered her eyes and blushed with a mixture of fear and mounting excitement. This was the moment she'd been dreaming of for months and here it was at last. The young girl felt she had every reason to feel proud, for had he not chosen her and her alone to give him sexual pleasure from amongst this vast array of the most beautiful captives the seraglio had to offer?

She stole a quick glance at his penis; the very sight of the mighty organ sent a lightning thrill of delight through the swollen nub of her clitoris. Soon the boiling flesh of that weapon would be buried to the hilt in all three of her holes, but despite her own mounting excitement, the very thought of it terrified her. Her lord and master was about to transform her to a woman, she resolved to do her utmost to cooperate in order to slake his insatiable appetites, yet deep inside she dreaded the consequences of failing to please him.

She hid her troubled face and kept the heavy flesh of his rapidly swelling penis nestled in the soft palm of her right hand as she made her way toward her master's boudoir and the occasion of her long-awaited deflowering. The teenager struggled to maintain an outward appearance of calm as she led Mkomo by his cock through the endless maze of crystal corridors, but she couldn't help but scream inwardly at the thought of his reaction when he finally discovered he'd been cheated.

Sweet God in heaven, but it wasn't her fault.

After all, she was only a girl.

What could she possibly have done to stop her own crazed stable master from breaching the pathetic barrier between her legs?

Yet even now her guilty pussy was beginning to lubricate itself at the delicious memory of her first coital encounter with a living, pulsing penis.

Denton must have known what he was doing, she thought vengefully.

After all, he was a man, wasn't he?

He must have known full well that the flower of her womanhood had already been strictly reserved for the leopard's pleasure, but the English swine had been unable to control that filthy lust of his. In the end he'd hitched his ten-inch cock and taken his own sweet time as he slowly and thoroughly pumped her in full and prolonged view of the other horrified slave girls in his fledgling stable.

He'd fucked her, fully, finally, irrevocably, now they were both surely doomed.

She tried hiding her pretty face in her shoulder to mask the torment as she skipped along the smooth surface of the marble floors. For a while she could thank her lucky stars that her unsuspecting lord was too preoccupied with thoughts of the prearranged carnal pleasures to come, for what possible reason could there be for the mighty leopard to suspect that anything could possibly be wrong?

After all, he was Daniel Mkomo, lord of Lungara and ruler of this obscure little kingdom buried deep in the jungles of West Africa. With such limitless power at his fingertips, who would be so foolish as to try to cross him?

Many had tried and many had rued. A cruel smile lit up his noble features. Many indeed, he mused.

Like Lilith Taylor.

The former British Airways stewardess had publicly humiliated him, both for his gender as much as his race. Now she was paying a terrible price. Even now she was suffering the utter torments of earthly perdition at the hands of her new owner and that terrible thought served only to warm the cockles of his vengeful playboy heart.

Oh yes! He looked forward to tomorrow's liaison with the beast that had purchased her. General Arare had an insatiable taste for misogynistic sadism that would put even the twins in the shade, but first this delightful evening's edification to slake the initial urgency of his insatiable sexual appetite.

He concentrated on the undulating teenage buttocks bouncing along before him.

Ay!

This was going to be s-o-o good.

 

CHAPTER ONE

 

Julia Morton needed a cold shower.

She felt increasingly hot and horny; her back was beginning to stick to the sun lounger despite the awning set above the heavily oiled contours of her nude body.

It was well past midday. The furious tropical heat was beginning to take its toll and she wondered how the hell the equally naked Philippa could stand it.

She eyed the suffering blonde surreptitiously through her sunglasses.

Christ, she's sweating like a pig.

Philippa knelt beside her former workmate with her aching arms thrust rigidly outwards as she struggled to hold the heavy marble ashtray still. Julia stubbed out her cigarette and took another languid sip of Bacardi. The stone surface of the patio was beginning to bite into Philippa's knees, it was impossible to conceal the mounting tremors of tension in her suffering thigh muscles. The blonde beauty sucked in another lungful of air and gritted her teeth in an attempt to control herself but the agony was becoming unbearable.

At last, Julia was rewarded with the faintest mewling sounds of a slave girl in genuine distress.

She sighed with unadulterated pleasure.

This was the life.

Philippa fought to conceal yet another impotent shudder of rage as Julia spread her knees and began teasing herself with her fingertips.

'Alright, Pippy,' she hissed with mounting excitement, 'lose the ashtray and let's put that pretty tongue of yours to work for a while.'

Julia felt an electric thrill of lust as the captive beauty hastened to obey. The blonde began to insinuate herself between the soft thighs. She carefully placed her hands and knees on the lounger and lowered her head to begin the degrading task of enforced cunnilingus on her cruel mistress. She balked at the sweaty scent of the dark, hairy pussy as it gaped up at her in eager anticipation.

Julia watched with a mixture of vicious delight and womanly envy as Philippa's fulsome breasts and buttocks rolled from side to side between her legs, then she shivered at the first touch of the slick velvety tongue on her sexlips.

'Aaggh-usshhh!'

Philippa sought refuge in her imagination. She tried to pretend it was the secret portal of her own beloved Hortense that she was servicing but the rasp of black pubic hairs against the sides of her mouth told a different story. She shuddered at the sudden renewed sounds of filthy lust in the cultured voice of her tormentor.

'Lower!'

Julia eased her knees upwards and used her elegant fingers to spread the slick flesh of her buttocks.