Chapter One

"It goes on, Philippa; the race is not over!"

 

Mairead hunched herself over in an attempt to shield her modest titties, then she scrunched up her eyes in a forlorn effort to block out the frenzied antics of the spectators. At least the madness on the racetrack below would serve to distract them from her naked body for a few precious moments. She was well aware of the black teenagers languishing in the tack room beneath the stands as they awaited Mischka's pleasure; a mere handful had already been allowed a taste of forbidden white flesh, but she knew it would barely serve to take the edge off their rapacious appetites. The frustration building up in that airless room must have been awe-inspiring and she shivered with growing excitement; she was taking a terrible risk, but she sensed the winds of change in the air.

It wasn't beyond the bounds of reason that the Denton beast was on his last legs and the old familiar tickling sensation at the back of her throat could not to be denied any longer.

Part of her duty required her to go below occasionally to empty the vile contents of her vessel and with the heart pounding thrills of the race in full progress, she calculated she'd not be noticed if she disappeared for a few minutes. There were plenty of other piss-pot girls circulating amongst the guests and the thought of a bevy of unsucked Negro phalluses finally decided it for her. The electrified tickling about her clitoris convinced her it was worth a savage beating. She'd do it and risk the hell of a thrashed bottom for the chance at a clandestine leap into her own peculiar sexual nirvana and thus did the lust-crazed Irish colleen set the wheels of fate in motion and at the same time unknowingly save the lives of both Mkomo and her bestial white emperor.

Mischka and Denton were transfixed by the contest; no one else seemed to be paying her a blind bit of notice so it was now or never. She paused once more to steel herself, then with her heart pounding between her breasts, she began to labour her way down the steps into the bowels of the stadium.

 

There was a sudden lull as the crowd was left staring at the lone figure of Kabulla.

He stood with his legs flung apart atop the chariot with his massive organ bouncing freely between his legs as his team of Asian beauties strove to drag their impossible burden toward the first bend. He was the very picture of amused indifference as the spectators did everything short of jumping down into the arena in a futile effort to inject some sense of urgency into the giant, then suddenly the black team came galloping around the back straight and the stands erupted. Denton leapt to his feet and screamed with frustration, but the terror died in his throat when he saw how much ground Mkomo would have to make up.

The playboy still refused to use his whip; instead he continued to kiss the haunches and shoulders of his ponies with judicious slaps of the leather reins and the grateful girls responded. Mkomo swung them slightly outwards to take advantage of the less trodden centre and it seemed to work. The sand was slightly firmer underfoot and even from his own vantage point in the royal box, Denton could see them beginning to gain on his dusky mares. His voice was lost in the howls of excitement as he screamed uselessly at Trinh to get a move on, but even if the transsexual could hear him, she was too enveloped in trying to rein in the black girls before they prematurely exhausted themselves.

Dilalu in particular was proving to be a problem; in her crazed excitement, she wasn't responding to Trinh's subtler flicks of the whip and in the end the Vietnamese was forced to curl the vicious instrument in a downwards loop and catch the girl about her madly bouncing breasts. It did the trick; Dilalu screamed through her mouthful of metal; she suddenly became aware that she was out of step with her sisters. At last, to the other girls' relief, the entire team settled down to a rhythmic gallop that gradually opened ever wider the gulf between themselves and their Caucasian rivals.

 

Mairead lowered her sloshing burden and squatted to add her own contribution to the brew before she stood and placed a trembling hand on the door to the tack room.

It was now or never; she took one last breath then she thrust the door open and stepped inside.

The boy soldiers were slouched in sweating frustration on benches set about the walls of the fetid chamber; Mairead swallowed her terror and stepped over the threshold then she stood stock still as sixteen pairs of eyes turned to regard her.

The room positively reeked of rampant male potency; Mairead felt her knees buckle as a couple of boys stood and turned to stare at her nude body. They tried to comprehend the sudden appearance of this nubile apparition; they were quite naked and, despite herself, she blanched at the sheer size of their equipment. Even as the phalluses began to swell and to nose the air in lustful curiosity, she felt her own tiny love nubbin begin to tingle with electric anticipation.

They were gorgeous; tall, slim and athletic-looking, and surely ready at the drop of a hat to pound the love tunnel of any stray babe that happened their way; especially a white babe.

A rubbing bench stood at the far end of the room. The colleen swallowed her fear and pushed her way past the first horny teenager, then sashayed her way over and mounted the furniture. She gave her audience a tentative smile before she spread her knees as wide as possible and arched her back. The disbelieving thugs looked at one another in amazement, then they began to crowd ominously about this luscious gift from pussy heaven. The soft, denuded flesh of her twin secrets was now perfectly presented at waist level and it only remained for them to decide which of them would have the balls to take the first plunge. The leader was a tall mulatto with a set of tribal scars that gave his face the look of an enraged tiger; he shoulder-barged his sullen lieutenants aside and asserted his primacy, then he placed himself in lead position with the head of his pulsing peter poised before the coral-pink of Mairead's sexlips. The boys had long since endured the coming-of-age ceremony of their brutal circumcisions and Mairead felt her mouth water as a heavily muscled teen gripped her by the chin and raised her head. She stared into the slits of his eyes and opened her mouth then she closed her eyes in trembling anticipation as the glowing heat of his cockhead began to push its way into the puckered moue of her lips...