She knew there was little chance of escape because sex was the one thing her father had little success in imposing a taboo on among the natives. They could not understand or accept the idea that there was anything evil in sex. It was so common all around them that they literally looked around whenever the Reverend Davenport brought the subject up and then stared at him with blank faces. Yes, she would be raped by a vicious gang of natives who thought and acted like animals and, as far as she could understand, had little compassion or feeling toward her or any other human being. Her asscheeks quivered convulsively from the terrifying thought of what her fate was surely to be in a few short minutes. There was nothing in the world that could save her now. Her fate had been sealed the moment she saw the first flicker of a shadow in her room, and there was no way to turn the time back now.
Oh, God, if only her father didn't feel that he had to save the dark continent of Africa for his God! A thousand "ifs" rumbled through her tortured mind disconnectedly when suddenly she was jerked back to brutal reality by the touch of Balloo's hands running up the sides of her almost naked body. He rounded them over the luscious flare of her hips for a moment and then slid them slowly and harshly down to the slimness of her waist above her panties. Her skin was naked there, and she trembled as his breathing almost stopped behind her. She felt as though his eyes were boring right through her body as the heat of his hands traced a path just behind their leering gaze.