[Kolt48]

The young men leaned back, motionless, against their logs. The women on each side had fished out their growing erections, and were stroking the warm poles. Once the shafts were sufficiently hard, the girl's produced tight bands which they rolled over each cock, fitting it snugly at the base. The bands kept the cocks hard and would steep the flow of any preliminary ejaculation.

Back on the stage, Lisa was still on her knees, the black native behind her, pulling at her long nipples, and working his black hand into her bikini bottoms. Her head rolled back and forth, her hips rolling with his fingers. Suddenly, he smiled and announced to the crowd:

"Hey, this one is a virgin as well."

A tall, sleek, black woman walked over to Lisa. Her perfectly round breasts were bare. Her crotch covered by a small black leather, string thong. Covered in oil, her dark skin shimmered in the fire's glow. Her tight ass lightly bounced as she walked. She lifted Lisa's face up by the chin, as she spoke:

"Is this true, Young One? Are you a virgin?"

Lisa said nothing, only stared back at the woman in anger. She was caught by a vicious backhanded slap, across her face.

"I asked you a question, Bitch?"

Lisa's eyes watered with tears, Her face stung from the blow; her cheeks turning bright red.

"I...I...y...yes," Lisa replied casting her eyes downward in embarrassment.

"Well, you won't get the benefit of the drug, when I take you. Enjoy the feeling now, while we turn your friend into a whore."

All eyes turned back to Heather, who upside-down, was strung up, legs spread, her back facing the audience. The black man standing beside her was huge. He was at least 6'8", with a barrel of a chest, rippling with thick muscles. As the most of the other male natives, his only clothing was a tight, brown leather thong. The thong swelled with the enormous bulged it encased. His body shone with the same oily sheen as his female counterpart. He was holding a gourd, hollowed out in the shape of a large, primitive funnel. The gourd's long end was around 1/2 inch thick at its narrow tip, to 2 1/2" at the base. It was 1 1/2 ' long. Dipping his fingers into the creamy substance, held before him, he lathered the tapered tip of the gourd. Leaning down to Heather's face he spoke, both to her and the audience;

"You will find this greasy cream is a mixture of raw cinnamon and ginger root; quite uncomfortable."

"Wh...what are you going to do with that?" Heather questioned in fear.

"Why...It's going up your ass, Sweetheart," he replied with a sardonic grin.

"Oh God, No...no!" she pleaded, but he had already stood and stepped to her tight, quivering buttocks. The white lace bikini still covered her small, firm, muscular ass. The man's large black hand ripped it aside, then tore it away, exposing her creamy backside to the crowd. As much as she squeezed her cheeks, she could not stop the monster from spreading them open and pressing the gourd into her virgin anus.

"Aghhh!" she screamed as the full length of the gourd was slowly pushed into her tight hole. It took a few moments, then she began to fill the burning/itching effects of its cream covered exterior.

"Ah, Please, please, take it out," she moaned.

The black woman came forward, taking the gourd from the man and holding it in place. Every few minutes, she would slide it up and down, fucking Heather in the ass. Another, younger, native girl brought forth a gallon size pitcher of the bight green liquid, and handed it to the man. You could hear it splash as he poured the contents into the open top of the gourd.

Heather could not see, but she could feel the cold liquid as it rushed into her bowels. At first, it was comforting; cooling the burning itch of her anal ring; then things changed. Another container was poured in, and her once tight young belly began to swell. The cramps hit her, and her thighs began to quake and quiver. Her ass danced, making the gourd rock left and right.

With a swift jerk, the black woman pulled the empty gourd from Heather's ass and slapped a large butt plug in its place. The man pulled Heather's head up by her long hair and glared into her eyes;

You will soon plead for my cock, Whore," he stated. "Lift her up,' he commanded, 'She can watch her little friend."

The pins were removed, and Heather was swiveled back up. Once she was upright, at a 30 degree angle, the pins were locked in place.

Lisa was pulled to center stage, lifted and held there by two dark, and naked men. A wooden bench was rolled out. The bench was 6" wide, and 4' long, with a wooden 'U' in its center. The 'U' was about 4' apart at the ends, and 3' high. It was just long enough to hold Lisa with her head facing up and her ass hanging off its end. The medieval style bench was covered in various iron rings, designed to strap the unfortunate victim in many different positions.

Lisa was easily slammed to her back on the bench. Her legs were pulled back, spread and attached to the top of the 'U's. Next her forehead, arms, thighs, and waist were strapped into place. Pinching her nose, the spongy blocks were pushed to the back of her mouth. They were the exact same ones from Heather's once, cum filled mouth. When her teeth bit into them, the cum residue trickled down her tonsils.

The black woman from earlier, playfully spun the wheeled bench in circles, grinning down at Lisa with her cruel lust filled eyes.

"Now, we play with you, Cunt."