White Wives Visit Africa

Oskar smiled, "We thank the King for his good wishes and we are grateful for his generous hospitality but Ingrid must return home. She has many duties to perform and ... (this was stretching the truth) ... her people need her to guide them."

Abioye conveyed a rough translation to the King who spoke no English. Oskar sensed his master did not look happy as he digested the message. "The King, he is very sad to hear this. He says she can have a good life here in his land."

Oskar had been well aware of the King's fascination for Ingrid long before he had left

Hawksville; it was an observation that Tyrone had dutifully reported in his weekly updates.

He was also aware that their departure might cause a 'diplomatic incident'.

Oskar smiled again, he knew full well what kind of 'good life' was being referred to and that the attraction of Ingrid was that she was white and an expert in fucking and sucking and performing any other sexual perversion that might be requested.

He gestured to Ian and Herb who were standing at the back of the bus, "Bring me that large packing crate ... and be careful how you handle it."

He turned back to Abioye, "If it pleases the King, I have another who will perform all the duties he has enjoyed in her company."

Ian and Herb struggled to carry the box over and set it down. Printed on the side was the Rhino Logo and the legend 'Rhino Animatronics'. "Open it," commanded Oskar.

The two 'gays' tore at the fastenings and the cardboard packing pulled aside and there was a collective gasp as a perfect replica of Ingrid was revealed in the form of the top-of-the-range adult doll.

The royal group came closer and the King shook off Ingrid's hand and concentrated all his attention on a perfect duplicate of the white girl who had been his constant companion for the past two months.

True, there might be a lack of sparkle in the eyes, maybe a certain subtle difference in the skin colour but from what could be seen of the seated doll, it looked to be an exact copy.

The full soft breasts; the long limbs; the full pouting lips of the vagina covered by a downy blush of pubic hair.

The King was clearly fascinated by this extraordinary object.

"If it pleases the King, we will be grateful if he will accept this gift as a token of our gratitude."

He stepped forward and from a box in the base of the packing crate extracted a small remote device and switched it on. The doll immediately rose to its feet and the light came into its eyes as it focused on the King. Oskar touched a button on the control and 'Ingrid' took assured steps toward the open-mouthed King.

"She will do whatever pleases you and will never get tired," Oskar said, "We hope that this will compensate for us all having to leave you."

The King made no reaction, already he had dismissed from his mind everything and everybody around him, all he wanted was to take this new treasure back to his palace and to enjoy what was clearly going to be a unique experience.

The royal party gathered together and between them assisted the doll to walk back along the track from whence they came.

Already their visitors, including the real Ingrid, had been forgotten as the villagers followed and vied to look at the King and his new favourite.

Oskar ushered everyone onto the bus and with leaden feet, they clambered aboard looking back wistfully at the paradise they were about to leave.

Ingrid was weeping softly as she took her seat alongside the professor, she was distraught that she had been dismissed so thoughtlessly by the King with whom she thought she had a special relationship.

The professor could have told her that from his analysis of his data he could have predicted that's exactly what was expected but he didn't; he was just relieved that he had her back again to be his own special girl.

The bus drew away leaving everyone on board to mull over their thoughts and to contemplate the prospect of the overnight drive back to the airport. Thank goodness for the soothing effects emanating from the Rhino sound system to make the journey more agreeable.

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