Hilary Irvine’s African Odyssey (5/5)
Hilary was left alone in her cell for a couple of days. Days of dread as she waited for the Negro to come and take her off for more abuse. Eventually when he did it was almost a relief.
He entered with a leer on his face - something that sent a chill thru Hilary‘s heart. He unlocked the chain from the bedpost, attached a leash to the collar and led Hilary out. Outside the room Hilary and the Negro were joined by two of the harem girls.
Thru room after room the group went until the Negro made them pause as he knocked loudly on the great door in front of him. When he heard the permission to enter the big black stepped aside and motioned the girls forward.
As Hilary was led into the room on her leash, she found herself in a cleared, empty space. Around half of the room were arranged couches and chairs filled with several seated men. It was hard to tell their ethnicity or indeed numbers as there was so much smoke filling the room. Before Hilary could peer thru the smoke the harem girls grabbed her arms and her plunged face down onto the floor, a process helped by the Negro who kicked the back of her knee to make her fall. All three females were now prostrating themselves before their male masters. Hilary could feel the cold stone floor as she lay down, face to one side.
There Hilary and the girls were made to wait until the meal had ended. She tried to raise but the girls held her down with a surprisingly strong grip. Hilary could feel her heart pounding. She tried to control her breathing. Stopping herself shaking was impossible.
After what seemed like ages to the naked white woman she heard a sharp Arab male command that made the girls pick themselves up and Hilary allowed herself to be pulled to her feet.
It was time for the entertainment to begin.
She found herself standing in front of the old Arab she‘d spat at earlier. He was regarding her with utter hatred and contempt. Hilary swallowed hard and tried to stay calm. Bravely she met the monster’s eyes.
The fiend himself seemed to pause for a moment, thinking and then nodded permission to the harem girls waiting on him. Hilary was turned and pulled lightly back to the centre of the room.
Behind and around her the men leaned back and began to laugh and talk quietly amongst themselves, lifting their drinks. There seemed to be some discussion and Hilary assumed that they were talking about what was planned for her. As it was all in Arabic, of course, she could not understand any of what was said. She guessed that she was about to be beaten or gang-raped. Such treatment would be par for the course judging by what else she’d endured recently. At some point she be forced to get on intimate terms with the old Arab’s cock.
Hilary’s suppositions were wrong. The horrific reality beyond her comprehension.
Hilary’s collar was attached to a chain that ran to a heavy stone block in the centre of the room. The chain's length was set to allow her freedom to move anywhere within the cleared arena. Behind her a manservant pulled a small jar of reddish liquid from his trousers and a soft brush. Opening the jar and dipping his brush, the servant watched as two other men dived for Hilary’s calves.
“What the?” Hilary demanded as her legs were seized and pulled apart.
“Oh-OHH!” she gasped as the man with the liquid scooped some out and shoved between her legs.
As Hilary’s arms flailed about uselessly more liquid was shoved deeply into her cunt. The liquid tingled but Hilary was still too shocked to pay any attention to it. Too shocked and indignant to notice that two hunting dogs had been brought into the arena from opposite sides.
One dog was the pride of the old Arab's hunting pack; the other was the champion of one of his guests. They were here to compete and the sexy body of Hilary Irvine was the victor’s prize!
It was as the men around her withdrew that Hilary caught sight of the dogs. Big beasts snarling and straining at the leash.
Wide-eyed in abject terror Hilary couldn’t do anything beyond shaking as the male audience chuckled and jeered at her. Even now she could only imagine that these vicious beasts were here to tear her to pieces.
At a signal from the old Arab the hounds were released. Hilary shrieked in terror before realising that the hounds were going for each other. At least they were until their senses were hit by the irresistible perfume from the liquid in Hilary’s snatch. This had been taken from bitches on heat and instantly overwhelmed and confused the great dogs' chemistry. Breaking off from their attack they both moved to sniff at the human female’s rear, one eye on each other, watching for a challenge.
“Get off!” Hilary jabbered, “Go away!”
As soon as she ran the dogs chased her, used to hunting down helpless prey.
Hilary twisted and turned, dodging from one side of the arena to the other while her audience cheered and encouraged their favorite dog. As the terrified white woman thrashed about the dogs' instinct was to close her down and capture her so that there was little competition between them. One would pounce towards her from one side, while the other would chase from the other side.
Sharp teeth closed round Hilary’s arm and she froze to a halt, terrified of having it torn off. The dog holding her arm in its jaw panted and held her still, concentrating on bringing the human under control. Immediately the other hound took his chance and pressed its cold black snout deep into Hilary’s crotch.
A long tongue had reached into her and lapped into her soft insides, opening and invading her intimate region. Further down the hound's prick began to grow, excited by the heady smells of bitch on heat that soaked Hilary’s cunt.
The dog holding tight to Hilary’s arm felt the aromas and chemistry too. Unsure as to whether to let go of her and drive away his rival, for the moment he growled his warning and continued to hold on tight.
“Good God!” Hilary gasped wide-eyed as she caught sight of the throbbing doggie dick of the beast that held her.
Possibly thankfully whatever part of her brain that could still think straight assumed that the beast was been aroused by the fighting.
“Back! Back!” she yelped, bravely pushing away the head of the hound between her legs whilst being careful not to move her captured arm.
The dog on her arm suddenly let her loose, barked angrily and moved towards the other, snarling a challenge.
This started a fight between the competing hounds and that allowed Hilary to pull herself up again and scuttle to the end of her chain.
But there was nowhere for her to hide, the length of her chain never letting move far enough away from the battling pooches.
After a good deal of growling and biting play the two dogs were again overcome by the delicious, urgent smell from between Hilary’s legs and loped over to chase her.
Now working together one dog would seek to seize the shrieking Hilary’s arm, while the other sniffed out her rear. Cooperation would collapse as the canine doing the holding became jealous of the one sniffing. A snarling, barking fight would ensue. Three times this pattern was repeated until it was clear to everyone that one of the dogs was beginning to dominate.
At a signal from the old Arab handlers stepped forward and held on to the collars of the hunting dogs, holding them back. Hilary fell to her knees, exhausted and tearful. She watched with bewilderment as a low bench was brought into the arena and placed just in front of the old Arab and his guests.
“Wha-What now?” Hilary panted as she was dragged to it.
Rough hands strapped her down, belly to the bench top. Her legs were pulled forward and tied so that her peachy butt was left hanging out and exposed. Twisting her head round Hilary caught see that the dogs had been brought round behind her. Surely… “Ohhhh!” she gasped as yet another brush load of the reddish liquid was pushed into her cunt.
She wrenched her head round again.
Once again she noticed that both dogs sporting massive erections…
Hilary’s shock broke as she woke up to what was planned for her.
“No! For the love of God no! You can’t do this! It’s inhuman!”
She was shrieking now, desperately pulling at her bonds. She tugged at the bonds round her wrists. No movement!
She tried to wrench her legs off the bench legs. No movement!
She couldn’t escape!
She twisted her head round to look where the old Arab was sitting.
“Please! Please!” she begged, “let me go!”
She was sobbing now, and the old Arab loved it. This infidel bitch had spat in his face. She dared defiance. Now she begged…Hah!
“I’ll suck your cock! You can fuck me all night!”
The old boy raised his hand…
“I’m a good fuck! A great fuck! Please!”
The hand came down and the dogs were released and pounced towards the prostrate Westerner. Although they snarled and paraded at each other it was clear that one of the dogs had given way and made no real attempt to hinder the leader as it moved to claim its human prize.
“Ahhh! Nooo!” Hilary shrieked as the beast began to lick his long tongue deep into her vagina.
Hilary tried to wriggle but found that as before she was too well tied.
As the perfume worked its powerful effect on the beast at her rear its swollen, mottled meat - like a salami sausage - reared out beneath her. Hilary felt the front paws of the hound on her bare back.
“Oh God! Someone help me!” she jabbered.
With a last growl over its shoulder at its defeated rival the triumphant hound hunched in closer and stabbed at Hilary’s opening.
“No-uh-no-uh-no!” she panted as she tried forlornly to wiggle away.
Three or four attempts later the doggie his prick found her sopping hole and plunged in.
Tears exploded from Hilary’s eyes. A dog had just stuck its dick into her!
Around the sweaty panting woman the audience cheered. The entertainment was about to increase a notch.
Tongue lolling out from his drooling mouth, the beast began to drive his prick into Hilary in a fast rhythm. The bench and Hilary tied firmly to it was shuddering with the strength of the great dog's urgent stabs as he forced into her again and again. In time to the beasts’ efforts Hilary sobbed and blubbered. Her inner walls were stretched wonderfully wide as they gripped around the dog’s insistent meat. She panted and gasped in time to his dominant thrusts, no longer conscious of anything but the huge bestial cock fucking her.
The bulge at the lower end of the hound's prick emerged from its sheath and began to expand. It pressed deeper into Hilary and she became aware of this new, greater pressure forcing her to expand even further. Tied as she was there was nothing she could do to close herself against the invasion, even had she really wanted to.
Even if she wanted to?
Somewhere in Hilary’s almost unhinged mind was the horrific realisation. Her body was starting to enjoy this. She was been raped by a dog and liking it. Hilary despised herself. Hopefully this hound would hump her to death and end her shame.
The now-welcome cock hammered against the muscles of her inner lips on every thrust and the flesh gradually gave way. She opened and now the bulge was inside her, her cunt gaping wide.
Hilary could feel herself becoming overcome by the rising torrent of her own passion as she raced towards her climax. Her cheeks burned red with shame. Tears of utter degradation flowed freely as the dog fucked her relentlessly.
Suddenly Hilary could feel the beast begin to slow. She braced herself. The dog pushed up on its hind legs, getting as far into Hilary’s pussy as possible. She felt pre-cum leaking out, and then...
The dog blasted its mass charge of cum into the human female.
The sudden sensation of Fido cumming brought a howl of horror from helpless Hilary. It rushed in like a torrent after a dam had exploded. The hound threw back its head as deep inside her it began to squirt powerful jets of fluid against the mouth of Hilary’s womb. Hilary bit her lip as she felt herself filling up. The dog growled in proud contentment and pushed forward with all its might just to make sure it was as far inside Hilary as it could be. All the while more canine cum was shot into Hilary’s womb. It spread out inside her and clung to the sides. The dog had nearly emptied itself. The impact of doggie cum had broken Hilary’s own tension and spasms of passion raced through her womb and vagina. Frantically her muscles gripped the meat inside her as if to swallow it into herself even deeper.
Panting, the hound began to pull out from her as the spurts and trickles from the end of his prick wound down. But his bulge was still held tight by Hilary’s instinctive needs and his prick would not slide out from her. Growling he tried again and then clambered up on her back and away. Once her sex partner had gone Hilary suddenly felt empty, panting with exhaustion, dripping with sweat but at least relieved it was over.
Around the room the audience cheered and clapped as the dog moved off. This was the way to treat white women! You could actually see dog cum dribbling down the dumb bitch’s legs!
With a blank face Hilary asked herself what could be so evil in the world to put her thru this. She asked herself just how much further abuse she’d be forced to endure before the nightmare was over. She also enquired in her mind if a dog could fertilise. She became unbelievably depressed, almost convincing herself she would be giving birth to a litter of puppies in a few months.
Hilary was so lost that she was unaware that the second dog was released to have his turn. Spreading her legs as much as possible to accommodate a dogs cock in her cunt would have been utterly shocking and reprehensible to Hilary Irvine ten minutes earlier. But now she realised its what she should be doing. For the beast on her back was jabbing at her shit-hole…
“Nooo..,” she gasped as she felt the cock push in.
“NOOOOOOOO!” she shrieked as the dog began fucking her from behind like a jackhammer, ripping and stretching her ass while it growled in an aggressive manner right into her ear.
Gasping for air as the dog plugged up her asshole, Hilary tried to wrench her wrists free of their bonds. Sobbing with despair she couldn’t get free as the dog just rode her back and continued pounding away against her ass. Nothing she did could shake the dog off of her back as its massive member stuffed her anus, gradually working all of the length of its dick inside of her.
It had to pound with relentless force just to get it inside of the tight crevice to begin with, but by now it was easily halfway inside of the human’s body.
Suddenly, a sharp pain pressed against the walls of her ass and Hilary knew the reason why - it was pushing its way into her asshole. As it pushed its way past her entrance, it quickly began stretching the inside of her ass to unimaginable size. Whenever the dog would attempt to pull out, the cock would tear and pull against the inside of her ass, causing Hilary to whimper in pain as her short breaths became more erratic. The area around her ass was getting red with irritation as the dog’s disgusting prick ripped her apart. There was nothing she could do but lie there as the dog fucked her mercilessly.
The delighted audience could see blood trickling out with every pull of the dog’s cock and with every thrust, Hilary cried out in agony. The dog growled in her ear, snarling and showing its teeth as it drilled up into her asshole. Suddenly, the dog thrust up inside of her ass so hard that Hilary let out a high-pitched yelp as the dogs entire dick was shoved up into her anus, causing her ass muscle to tighten up around the dogs’ cock. She gasped and panted as the dog blew its load right inside of her soft, round ass. The dog’s rear end shook as it came inside of her and then it turned to leave her, but the dick inside of her was still stuck up inside of her ass.
The dog tugged and pulled, but Hilary knew that it would be awhile before the dog would be able to pull itself out of her. However, the dog did not seem to grasp the concept and continued to tug and pull to try and free itself. Whimpering every time the dog would pull to try and get away, Hilary slowly began hurting very bad. All she wanted was the dog’s huge member out of her asshole. She began trying to move her butt away as the dumb dog would pull and tug, trying to match each pull with hers to free herself faster. Biting into her lower lip, she slowly began to feel it sliding out and then all of a sudden there was an audible popping sound as it came free of her butt, spraying doggie cum all over her ass cheeks.
The dog looked back at her and snarled as it turned its head away from her and left. Hilary was tired, abused, ashamed, and in considerable pain. Her bleeding ass felt high in the air after its brutal rape and her pussy leaking a mixture of juices onto the floor beneath her. She couldn't even find the energy to try to move. But for now, she simply sobbed ...
When the dogs had been led away by their handlers, Hilary was left on her bench. She was left there shaking and sobbing for quite some time while around her the guests drank chatted. Chatted about the weather, the price of oil, the situation in Lebanon, the white woman who had just been ass-fucked by a dog…
Hilary was in the deepest despair. She couldn’t escape. Anyone, or indeed anything, could do with her as they wished. Even death seemed beyond her, unless her tormentors desired it. If she was to be killed here could be no doubt it would be a painful, cruel demise. Around her Hilary could hear the hubbub of banter. She was too exhausted and ashamed to raise her head and look around, but even if she had the room was too thick with smoke to see anything.
Most of the men ignored the bound, violated infidel bitch in their midst. Hilary had provided an amusing spectacle but was now an irrelevance. Those who bothered looking in her direction could note the slim legs, the rosy butt and the perky tits but they were not stimulated by her. This was partly because a woman who’d been fucked by a dog was not sexually-enticing but mostly because their taste tended towards young boys.
This casual dismissal of the attributes of a naked, bound Hilary Irvine was not shared by one of the audience. He’d heard that the old sheikh had picked up another white woman and had wangled an invite to this evening. This was always a good idea. At worst his cock would get some honkey action, at best well….
To his amazement he had actually recognised this particular piece of white meat. As she had stood before the old sheikh he goggled at her boobs, just as he had done once before. He longed to say something but doing so would be dis-respectful to his host. So he sat still and silent as Hilary was assailed by the dogs. He found things a little unsettling as she screamed and screamed but also strangely exciting. Watching those tits bounce around as she fought her doomed battle. Seeing her peachy butt been so thoroughly shafted. His cock was in his hand thru-out. And when the mutt actually came - well that sent him over the edge.
Thereafter he calmed down. He wasn’t that surprised when no-one took advantage of Hilary’s predicament - that’s Arabs for you. But for him it got his balls twitching again. Out of politeness he asked the old sheikh for permission…
A powerful hand wrenching up her head by her hair brought Hilary out of her deep depression. Her eyes blinked back some tears to focus on what was an inch in front of her dainty nose. A goblet of drink. It was brought to her lips and she gulped some down greedily.
“Thank you!” she gasped as the delightful liquid soothed her patched throat, “Thank you so…,”
She stopped as she saw the goblet taken away. Its replacement elicited a groan.
Cock. Black. Erect. Hilary wasn’t that surprised.
“Suck it or the sheikh will send for the rest of his hounds!” snarled the voice above her.
Dimly Hilary registered that the man was speaking perfect English, something unusual around here. Interesting but irrelevant.
With a sigh of resignation she dropped her jaw. This act of surrender was greeted by an exasperated grunt from the man.
“Lick!” he commanded taking a firm hold of his throbbing manhood.
Hilary gazed at the glistening pre-cum. Foul. Disgusting. But better than another dog up her ass. Out came that little pink tongue. As soon as the tip touched dick Hilary again dropped her jaw. But again her mouth was not stuffed with prick. More tongue-work was clearly expected.
The black man grinned as Hilary’s tongue once again touched the tip of his dick. He edged closer, enthralled as her tongue slurped over his manhood. His beast throbbed in response, clearly relishing this bound beauty now serving it.
The cock was pulled back, then jabbed forward into Hilary’s lips. The man grunted with sneering satisfaction as she opened her mouth and let him in.
What a trollop!
He wasn’t surprised. After all why else would a white woman come to Africa if she did not crave black cock?
He felt suction almost immediately, but a grunt of anger and wrenching the head back told Hilary what to do. Let the cock all the way in!
Just before it hit the back of her throat he sensed Hilary swallow. Things were getting tricky for his little white fuck-partner. Tough!
“Suck!” the black master demanded of his white slave.
Revulsion she would previously have felt at performing oral sex on a black man had recently been replaced by the earnest desire to get that cum out and down as rapidly as possible. As she couldn’t prevent what was been done to her Hilary wanted things over quickly.
This wasn’t what the man wanted, he could make his fun last. Already this evening he’d shot his load as Hilary was been brutalised. So now he could pace himself. He seized Hilary’s hair and used it to wrench her head back and forth in time to his pelvic thrusts. Hilary herself was sucking the hot sweaty beast in her mouth as vigorously as she was able.
‘Dear God!’ she thought, ’Make him come!’
Suddenly the dick was gone.
A moment of confusion.
Followed by a blast of cum into her face. Shock made Hilary open her mouth, a bad move as her tongue got a coating. More cum hit her eyes, compelling her to tightly shut them. Now blind, Hilary felt the cock been shoved into her nostril and them smeared along her top lip. Hilary had the taste of cum in her mouth, cum had restricted her vision and the stench of cum filled her nose. The cum of a black man filled her world.
Above her the rapist chuckled. That had been most satisfying, better than he had hoped. Fucking Hilary Irvine was the sort of fun he could get used to.
Time to have a little chat with the old sheikh…
Moving off he released Hilary’s hair and her head flopped down.
Exhausted and drifting in and out of consciousness Hilary heard no part of the conversation between the black man and the old sheikh. If she had she would have got a sense of the Arab’s reluctance to accede to the others request. The fool in the dungeon had spent his time fucking the blonde in the cellar rather than feeding her. As a result she was dead and her carcass was at that moment been ripped apart by creatures of the desert. A (relatively) fresh piece of female meat was required to be sent into the dungeon to service the desires of the hired help. Hilary Irvine would be that meat. Several of the staff had seen her been dragged about the place and her gorgeous body had attracted much lust. Denying these Muslim menials to chance to violate and humiliate such a good-looking Westerner on a regular basis could create a dent in staff morale. On they chatted…
Been tossed onto the cold, hard floor woke Hilary up from her unconsciousness. She was untied so was able to raise herself up to look around. The room was dimly lit with the smell of smoking candles heavy in the air. Movement!
Off to her right some figures were moving toward her. The familiar sick feeling in her stomach came again…
The blast of ice cold water came as a total shock, hitting Hilary in the face and hurling her into the wall. Whoever was wielding the hose was unrelenting as the jet continued to pound into her. Pitifully and blinded Hilary tried to ward the water away with her hands but the jet worked its way over to an unprotected part of her body.
Just as suddenly as it started it stopped and Hilary flopped down gasping into the puddle that was now the floor.
“God!” she gasped, spluttering for air.
Blinking and wiping her eyes clear of the water Hilary was firmly grabbed by wrists and ankles and held mid-air.
The renewed blast of the hose slammed into her most intimate region, as her legs were pulled apart to render her even more exposed.
“Ohhhh!” panted Hilary thru gritted teeth.
Again the end of the hose was as sudden as the beginning and Hilary once more was on the floor.
This time she again felt her wrists and ankles been seized and a feeling of cold metal told her she was been cuffed. Her chin was seized and she dimly made out a grinning Arab leering at her. The Arab blew a kiss before an unseen figure behind her covered her mouth with a cloth soaked with chloroform. As the Arab continued looking at her with hateful lust Hilary was consumed by darkness.
“Missy Irvine! Missy Irvine!”
The voice seemed far away, swimming towards her. Something firm gripped her shoulders and Hilary felt herself been shaken.
The voice seemed closer.
“Yo is safe!”
“S-safe..,” she murmured.
Hilary tried to focus. In front of her was a man. It was him speaking to her. He was black. Not a good sign. Grinning at her. Yet…it was a friendly grin…
Wait a minute!
She recognised this face!
“Mbongo! You’re Mr. Mbongo!”
“Dat me, Missy Irvine!” he nodded, “We met several weeks ago in good ol’ Cape Town!”
“I is hearing where yo is,” Mbongo explained, “I is talking to the sheikh. An’ I is able to get yo released!”
No need for more details, he thought.
“Wha?” gasped Hilary looking around what appeared to be a plush apartment, “Are we in Cape Town?”
To her astonishment Mbongo nodded and laughed.
“Dear God thank you!” she exclaimed before collapsing into sobs of relief.
“There, there, Missy Irvine,” said Mbongo as he gently patted her arm, “Soon yo will be back at de British Embassy.”
“Yes! Yes!” Hilary asserted earnestly, “You’ll be well rewarded! I assure you!”
Indeed I will, thought Mbongo. The BBC have posted a fat reward for your safe return. And the name of Samuel Mbongo is on that money!
“But first,” he said slowly, “we needs to explain where yo been…and what yo been doing…”
Hilary looked down at herself. She was naked. She was also still cuffed. Which was a concern…
“I have an idea!” announced Mbongo across Hilary’s worrisome thoughts.
“We gets some nice clothes and dresses yo up. Den my good pal Moses brings his video and we do a little acting…”
“Acting?” asked Hilary.
“Yep!” he answered, “We pretend yo been kidnapped by terrorist or bandits or such-like bad-ass dudes. Dey is asking for ransom and I is paying. Den dey is releasing.”
Hilary thought things over. Telling lies wasn’t something she was comfortable with. Then again such a story was certainly better than letting the world know that the BBC’s Africa correspondent had been raped across half the continent.
“OK,” Hilary said decisively, “we can do that.”
“OK!” repeated Mbongo happily as he stood up.
“So!” proclaimed Mbongo, “Yo is grateful?”
Hilary was bemused by such a question.
“Of course!” she answered, “I really am very grateful indeed!”
“Den yo be showing dat gratitude?” said Mbongo slowly.
From her position kneeling on the floor Hilary looked up. Her lip trembled as she realised Mbongo was unzipping his pants. She tried to move back but the cuffs made it difficult.
“Come, Missy Irvine,” coaxed Mbongo as he took his throbbing cock in his hand, “be nice to the nice African what is saving yo ass!”
Shaking with indignation Hilary gazed at the stiffening African dong pointing at her face. She’d seen, and sucked, this particular piece of meat before. Recently in fact.
Reluctantly she sighed and leaned forward, mouth open. Right now a chance of freedom was more important than her dignity.
“Oh yes Missy Irvine!” groaned Mbongo as Hilary’s hot mouth served his prick, “I sees yo is SO grateful!”
He could get used to this. He’d say there’d been a delay contacting Moses. They’d shoot the video in a couple of days time. The promise of an appointment at the British Embassy should ensure Missy Irvine obliged him with a couple nights fabulous romping in his bed. In a week’s time she’d be free so some gratitude was in order. He’d make sure Missy Irvine demonstrated to Moses how grateful she was to him as well. That’ll stop him asking for some money.
“Oh yes!” Mbongo groaned as he spread his feet.
How could this woman appear to be reluctant to suck black cock when it was obvious she was an expert?
They’d make two videos. One to show the world and one to blackmail his way into Missy Irvine’s bed the next time he was in London. Though from the suction he was feeling she wouldn’t take much persuasion.
His balls were boiling. He was close.
Swiftly his hand grabbed Hilary’s hair and wrenched her head off his cock. As he did he pulled her upwards, getting a fabulous look at those impressive boobs that had so entranced him at their first meeting. He pointed his dick in the middle of Hilary’s chest just in time…
As his muck shot out and coated those white titties Samuel felt like he was claiming them for his own, claiming this whole body that knelt naked and acquiescent before him. And for the next couple of days he’d enjoy his new property.
And so after a week of working hard to secure her freedom Hilary Irvine finds herself on a plane back to London.
But will the tentacles of the Dark Continent once more reach out to drag her into more sexy peril?
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