Chapter 10
As the slim and pretty red head was dragged off down the corridor she felt that
the dinner invitation had to be more sinister than it sounded. For one thing she
was still bound at wrist and elbow which prevented her from wiping the excess
water from her face so that it dripped down onto her small naked breasts. For
another she was being handled not too kindly by a large black man who had
already demonstrated his dislike of her and all that he thought she stood for.
Unlike his friend Josh, Billy preferred to taunt the new slaves with actions
rather than words and he had been somewhat disappointed to learn that both of
the latest acquisitions were virgins and it was highly unlikely that he would
get to play with them. Another difference between the two West Africans
currently working for an Arabic white slaver was that he hadn't just left his
village in search of money and adventure. Billy had been well educated by a
liberal and well-meaning Scots engineer who originally employed the 14 year old
boy as a general assistant and later as a clerk. He had taught Billy correct
English as well as reading writing and arithmetic and the young man would have
had a bright future ahead of him but for a change in his circumstances.
After 3 years the Scottish engineer grew ill from the tropical heat of Africa
and should have been sent home to rest but his boss, the chief regional
engineer, an Englishman of poor training but good connections had forced him to
stay so as not to disturb the lucrative contracts then in place. The Scotsman
grew more bitter about his employer and the poor relationship between England
and Scotland over the years and so by the time that he died in a site hut next
to a red sand road deep in the jungle Billy too had developed a hatred for the
Anglo Saxon race.
When the chief engineer replaced 17 year old Billy's dead mentor with an
Englishman it was bound to cause problems. If the man appointed had been in any
way competent then he would have nurtured the innate intelligence of the young
clerk but out in the tropical heat good white men were few and far between and
he made the situation worse. The new engineer immediately relegated Billy to a
menial role believing that Negroes were only good for hard labour and would
never amount to anything. This angered the teenager, as it was exactly what the
Scotsman had said of the English attitude towards his race.
The only bright spot in this was the English engineers young wife. She was a
kindly but dim blonde girl who had married the Englishman knowing that one day
he would inherit his father's money so that for a few years in the sun living
like a Rajah she would be able one day to return to a country seat in the Shires
a very wealthy woman. She had the European woman's distaste of the black
labourers but at the same time felt that they were treated dreadfully by the
regional engineers. Not knowing how best to deal with these coarse brutes who
eyed her with undisguised lust she decided to do what she could for young Billy.
He after all was so much more civilised in his shirt trousers and boots.
So for a while at least Billy's education continued. Elspeth, for that was the
wife's name, took him on as her valet. She continued his education and he helped
her with errands and even accompanied her on trips to local markets to seek out
African curios. They grew close over time and this was to be Billy's downfall.
One day Elspeth had an angry row with her husband and stormed out of the
engineer's residence and stormed off. Billy realising that a white woman was not
safe alone any distance away from her own kind in this part of Africa followed
her discretely to make sure that she was alright. He had another motive, over
the weeks and months he had come to admire the dark hair, pale skinned beauty of
the woman. The way her fine cotton dresses clung to her feminine frame, the
little beads of sweat that would run down her cheek as the temperature reached
its unbearable noontime zenith, and the cute satin lace up ankle boots that she
wore constantly. Billy at the age of 17 had developed his first crush on a girl,
7 years his elder but still girlish in her body and mannerisms.
Eventually Billy had caught her up and they had sat talking beside the path for
what seemed hours. She was friendless in the whole continent of Africa and he
was the only confidant that she had so she poured out her heart to him. And then
as the sun sank and the air grew cooler Billy very gallantly draped his jacket
over her smooth sun kissed shoulders. As they were so close she uttered some
word of thanks that Billy misinterpreted as something more. And he kissed her
lips.
'Ugh! You filthy black bastard!' She pushed him away as much as a petite young
woman can push a strapping great man.
'But I thought...' Billy no longer knew what he thought.
'You thought.' She laughed in his face. 'I could never be attracted to someone
of your sort.' By his sort she obviously meant a black man, a Negro, a nigger, a
jungle bunny. She hated him for the colour of his skin and openly laughed in his
face. Billy was angry. He hated to be mocked, he detested being the butt of a
joke and here he was subjected to a humiliating rejection. She stopped laughing
when she saw the burning anger in his eyes but by then it was too late.
Billy was so angry that he raped her. So angry that even as she screamed in pain
and humiliation he sodomised her. So angry that even as he ejaculated in her
face, squirting into her screaming mouth he slapped her face with his enormous
black cock. His anger had subsided by the time he finished but by then he knew
he couldn't go back. He punched her into unconsciousness and escaped into the
bush. From there he made his way to the coast where he signed up with a tramp
steamer, no questions asked. On that steamer he met Josh with whom he would form
a lifelong bond and the abusive captain who they would murder together and so
begin Billy's second flight from the white man's law.
The upshot was that Billy would always be damned for raping a white woman so
that in effect there was nothing to stop him from doing it again, they can only
hang a man once. It also cemented his hatred of this English. What had started
as a dislike of a race derived from romanticised tales of Scottish freedom
fighters and come via anecdotal experience to a deep seated despising but with
the perfect foil in his abuse of English women. And this was the man who
currently had a pretty English Wren officer naked on a leash.
Allison had been led through various corridors and chambers that appeared to be
part of the living area of the desert fortress where she was being held. The
fact that her legs were unfettered this time meant that it was easy to keep up
with her captor. Eventually they reached the door to the chamber that was their
destination and Billy shouldered the door open and dragged her inside.
Allison caught a glimpse of a large dining table covered by a spotless white
cloth and plain green and white tiled walls. The room was cool, fresh and smelt
of flowers. If she was genuinely going to be a dinner guest she could think of
worse places than this to eat but as always there was a catch.
Billy caught up the petite naval officer and dumped her on the table in a
kneeling position. Allison couldn't help feeling useless that even using the
strength of her whole body she still couldn't break the grip of one hand of her
captor. With her wrists and elbows still bound she felt Billy fastening manacles
around her ankles too. Suddenly the West African flipped her over backwards and
secured her ankles to her wrist chain. She was now lying on her back with her
knees apart exposing her freshly shaved sex to anyone at that end of the table.
This view was further enhanced by the fact that her feet were trapped under her
buttocks thrusting her belly upward. Her back was arched thrusting her breasts
at anyone near her head, and her neck was bent at an acutely uncomfortable angle
and all she could see was the delicately tooled plasterwork of the ceiling. The
after making sure that she couldn't move on the table she heard Billy leave the
room and suddenly she was alone.
Despite this being her first moment of privacy since the ordeal started she
found it hard to concentrate. The light beating of the buttocks that she had
received earlier made the pressure of her heels against her bottom doubly
uncomfortable and between the angle of her neck and the rubber ball gag she had
to concentrate to swallow. All she could think of at that moment was what horror
was currently awaiting Jessica. Allison worried that the tall blonde army
officer was playing into their hands with her sullen resistance. They seemed to
enjoy punishing her, enjoyed it even more when she gave them an excuse to do it.
