A normal journey felt anything but, sitting next to the window she had plenty of time to take in the scenery and while away the time, but all eyes wer... on her. Every glance she took seemed to catch someone square in the eyes, they all had that knowing look, she felt conscious that everyone in the carriage was watching, waiting for the next move that confirm their suspicion. She sat still, sunglasses now covering her eyes hiding her from view, her eyes darted this way and that trying to find a. ." She continued to slut-babble while some of the pygmies furiously rubbed her clit and vaginal slit. Her juices flowed copiously again, lubricating every anal thrust and providing for the sudden mad thirst for European virginal fluid that seemed to have obsessed some of the little black tribesmen.The shaman came, making a strange shrill sound, the other pygmies backed away. The shaman pulled his long cock from her unsatisfied bum, leaving her bum-hole gaping wide and round, a pink-rimmed black. It would be too physically painful. They continued their march in silence.Five minutes later, Segundo began to feel confused. Walking along the outside edge of the spiral, he could see the sky-bridge just as he expected. But beneath it, perhaps directly beneath it, there was something unfamiliar, something that seemed to sparkle in the flat recessed lights of the mall. Segundo fought down a rising tide of apprehension and the two men continued their plodding, deliberate pace.Five minutes later. " "It looks like there is no rumor of a siege coming," Sadira said, seeing something else in the guards that were visible that Roger's 20th Century mind had failed to see. Unlike the peasants (probably slaves) out in the fields, they had clothes on. But, apparently, being of even less worth than those at the gate, their armors were leather helmet (with peaks that pointed forward, not up), and cloth mats that were tied around them by leather straps. Except for their plain skirts, that was all.