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Rodney returned from Geneva to the sight of his beautiful wife. Michelle met him at the airport and the couple was quickly taken to a very nice house by one of Sarge's guards. Sarge had informed Rodney that he would reside in the house during the time he worked in the country. The news made Rodney very happy because he assumed his wife would be staying with him in the quaint residence, which was only a short distance from Sarge's home.
The couple continued to hug and caress long after entering the front door. Both were extremely happy to see the other, after being apart for so long, and they had sincerely missed each other. Rodney let his hands venture all over his wife's body relishing the rare opportunity to actual caress Michelle. "It has been so long... too long since I have been able to hold you in my arms. God... honey, you feel so good," he whispered. "I've missed you. God... your breasts feel so... bigger, and so nice in my hands."
Now that Rodney had his wife in his arms, he was almost afraid to stop the lovely embrace. They remained in the entryway of the house. Quickly he explained his trip to Geneva, how uneventful the trip was and that he had merely handed in a favorable report to the International Human Rights Committee.
Just as Rodney was about to ask Michelle questions about her week with Sarge and his family, there was a soft knock at the door. Questioningly Rodney looked at his wife. Then he slowly opened the door to find the teenage Kato standing there with an animated smile on his face. The boy didn't have to say a word, as his indications were that he was there to pickup Michelle.
A tear came to her eye when Michelle looked at her husband's sad face. "I'm sorry... so sorry, love. But I have to go with him... I thought you knew," she whispered. "It's Sarge... his orders are for me to remain in his home until we leave the country."
Rodney felt helpless, sensing the African employment had been a big mistake. He had no idea Sarge had laid the groundwork for the final demise long before he returned from Geneva. During his time away, Sarge ensured Michelle was well aware that she would spend almost all her waking hours with his son. Sarge threatened, to not only ruin her husband's long, unblemished career, but also he implied that some physical harm might 'accidentally' come to Rodney if she didn't cooperate.
Rodney motioned for Kato to come in while he spoke to Michelle. He closed the door once the boy was inside and then he coaxed his wife off to one side, away from the teenager. "Honey... but I thought? I hoped we could be together... spend the night together," he whispered. "God, honey! When I was gone... did you... sleep with him?"
Michelle knew her husband meant Kato and she didn't know how to lie. She was afraid to say anything so she merely stood motionless and quiet. Rodney's eyes bore a hole into her fragile confidence. "I have to know... were you with him? Did he... he... did you have sex with Kato?
She was distraught and barely able to talk. "I'm so sorry. Sarge forced me. He forced me to sleep with Kato," she moaned with her voice breaking. "I had to sleep with him."
She looked at her husband seeing he still needed answers. The conversation quickly took on a swift question and answer phase.
"How often did you sleep with him?"
"Eh... every night."
"Did he... did you have sex every night?
"Oh gawd... yes."
"Darling! But he's only a boy... a fucking boy!"
"I'm so sorry."
Rodney had suspected it but the shocking news still bothered him. Suddenly he was crazy and had to know more. "Was it... the sex any good?"
She stared at her husband intending on telling a lie for once in her life. "No... No, no," she whispered. Then she looked away feeling too guilty to look at her husband. "Oh gawd... I couldn't help it... he was a man. He knew what to do."
"Holy shit! Did you orgasm? Did you have an orgasm with him?"
There were more tears of guilt mixed with shame. "Yes... dear gawd, yes," she whispered still unable to lie. Then the memory of being lost and totally under Kato's spell filled her head.
"Michelle... dear God. How many times? Once, twice... three times?"
"Every night... every day, we had sex. I couldn't stop... couldn't help it. I came... oh gawd, he made me come."
"But honey... you can get pregnant."
She was too distraught by this time and fell into her husband's arms. "I am. I am already pregnant!"
Rodney was too stunned to object when Kato showed his anxiety. The boy wanted to leave and depart with his adorable mistress and he reached for Michelle's arm. Rodney watched his sobbing wife being ushered to the door and he reluctantly let her go. All he could imagine in his distraught mind was the powerful, African boy having sex with his naked, fervent wife.
Sarge grinned upon reading the news. He perused the gossip section of an international newspaper and noticed that one of the Hollywood actresses was taking a sabbatical to Africa. Apparently the actress wanted to start a family and adopting a baby from one of the African countries was a perfect way to start. Marie Kelly's news article stated that she was leaving within a week or two and she was not cast to do another movie for at least a year.
When the expected message arrived at his office one morning, Sarge read it with great anticipation. "I have decided to accept your invitation. I am going to arrive in your country on Friday, on the noon flight from Los Angles. Please make living arrangements, in the same hotel as we stayed before. I will stay until after the baby is born."
Sarge read the message feeling a great sense of pride. "My oldest sister will be traveling with me and she will look after me during my stay. She is a very influential woman with powerful contacts in the US embassy so please don't try anything with her."
He continued reading with more anticipation building deep inside his belly. "You must promise me complete secrecy and promise you won't let any news get out that I am pregnant. We both know what it would do to my reputation and I insist that it be kept quiet."
Sarge read and laughed out loud at her obvious gullibility. 'Sure,' he chuckled. 'I'll keep it quiet but your sweet ass is mine! I'm going to let my little niece take real good care of it until the baby is born. Then Nia can give it to whomever she wants. Hell... all the boys loved it last time... maybe they can have it again... and again!'
He couldn't stop laughing at his shrewd scheme. Sarge was still laughing when he sent a reply to Marie Kelly and the perpetual grin lasted until the actress's plane arrived. Marie Kelly deplaned and entered the security section of the airport without any fanfare. Sarge watched the beautiful actress, as she walked towards the security checkpoint, and sort of regretted not keeping her for himself.
Suddenly he noticed her accomplice and marveled at the woman's radiant beauty. She was definitely older but carried herself with a grace not common to most. It was obviously Marie Kelly's sister and Sarge's tummy did a summersault thinking of new and more devious plans.
Sarge went straight up to the pair. "I'm so glad you accepted my invitation... to visit our African paradise again," he said to the actress. "This gorgeous woman must be your sister. My, oh my... it is very nice to meet you," he said extending a welcoming hand.
"This is Susan, my oldest sister. Sue... this is Sarge. He is head of security and has assured me that my secret is safe," Marie Kelly said. She gave her sister a warning glance even though none was needed, as the two had discussed Sarge before leaving home.
Susan was full of courage and resolve before the trip but now she was scared. The powerful, dark eyes of the officer in-charge sent shivers of doubt through her entire body. Susan realized they would be cutoff from the outside world once they had cleared security but she reasoned there was no alternative. Thankfully everything went well, as the sisters progressed through security screening, and both breathed a sigh of relief when they were on the way to the hotel.
Sarge was shrewd. His devious planning and scheming took hours and soared to another level with the news of Marie Kelly's visit. It would be the ultimate control over two of the most adorable women in the world. One he was already master over, or his young son was, he chuckled. The other was a famous actress who he would soon have complete control over, if he already didn't have, he reasoned.
It was easy to arrange for a weekend gathering at his home. His nieces were only too happy to attend knowing the white visitors would also be there. Sarge explained to his young nieces that he planned having the two pregnant, white women stay in their village until the babies were born. He told Thema and Nia that he wanted them to visit with Michelle and Marie Kelly for a couple of days at his home, and then they could all spend the next few months in the village.
He was well aware of Thema's admiration for Michelle and he used it to his advantage. With Thema herself getting pregnant at almost the same time, as Michelle, the timing was perfect. Sarge laughed at Nia's response when he mentioned that she should come into the city with her sister. Nia never hesitated when Sarge coaxed her to visit and she seemed overly anxious to meet the actress. He correctly assumed Nia found the American very appealing after seeing what happened to her during the kidnapping.
His tricky plan was well received by Marie Kelly. She didn't relish living in a hotel and jumped at alternate accommodations. Sarge explained how the actress and her sister could stay in his home for the weekend, and then they would live with his two nieces. He told the sisters how Thema and Nia lived in a small village and they were more than willing to look after their needs for the next few months.
Sarge slyly clinched the deal when he told Marie Kelly more. He stated that his oldest niece was pregnant and that she was queen of their village. Then he told the actress that there would be another white woman, who was pregnant, staying in the village during the same time.
Susan was skeptical about moving out of the hotel but her sister insisted they do it. Marie Kelly was convinced of Sarge's concern for her well-being. She was also adamant that she couldn't live in a busy hotel and wanted to be someplace where it was quiet and restful. Being out of the public limelight was a primary concern for her. A small village seemed the perfect place to spend time waiting for the baby to be born, Marie assured her sister.
They were packed and ready when Sarge's limo arrived. Emu and Mosi put the luggage in the car and then took the women to their boss's home. The transition went extremely smooth, as Zelma, her daughters and many servants met the sisters. Sarge planned taking things one step at a time. Stage one was getting everyone at his home so he could demonstrate his supreme control.
Stage two was well thought out. His young son didn't like the idea but Sarge assured Kato that the white woman would be his after the baby was born. Then he told Kato that the gorgeous Michelle would spend the next few months with Thema in her village. He also explained how the actress would join Michelle in the village and she would be well taken care of by Kato's young cousin, Nia.
Suddenly Sarge grinned feeling more and more confidence after meeting Marie Kelly's sister. He imagined making slight modification to stage two, which included gaining control over the sophisticated Susan. Sarge pictured the refined, ravishing woman and wondered if he was shrewd enough to get the upper hand on such a woman.
Sarge was smart enough to delay any perverted acts until the women felt secure and safe in their surroundings. That was the reason he took extra precautions planning stage two. The three women would spend the entire weekend at his home, and his family along with his nieces would show the trio some African hospitality.
The progression to stage three would be his ultimate caper. He planned for Michelle and Marie Kelly to spend months in the village and he left what happened entirely up to Thema and Nia. Sarge didn't even bother giving his nieces suggestions or ideas for what they should do or what should happen during the time. He reasoned that anything the two young girl's came up with would suffice and totally blow his mind.
The bonus of part three was having Susan around. His altered plan was to have the beautiful woman spend the entire time with him. For once in his life, Sarge planned enjoying the benefits of being the captor. And he suddenly came to the conclusion that he was not going to share her. He would keep Susan for himself and have her as his mistress.
The weekend went exactly as planned. The sisters spent a relaxing time in Sarge's home and they were given private tours of the capital city. Michelle spent the days at his home although Sarge allowed her to spend nights with her husband. The devious maneuver seemed to work in his favor. It supposedly indicated the married couple had some independence, which added to Sarge's sincerity towards his guests.
Sarge was the perfect host, as he had his family and servants provide lavish meals for everyone. He even supplied local entertainment each evening and it didn't take long to put his guests at ease. The two young girls grew friendly with the three women but neither Thema nor Nia put any forward advances on their targeted victims.
Susan watched things closely and felt overly protective for her young sister. Being the oldest of the five children, she had always been there for Marie. Susan felt there was something very odd with the way Sarge was treating them and she noticed the other white woman was treated with a special devotion. At one point during a tour of the parliament building, the woman disappeared with Sarge's son, which seemed very odd to Susan.
The disappearance itself wasn't that odd but it was the appearance of the woman when she returned that was bizarre. Her face was a brilliant blushing red and she acted timid and shy around her husband. Strangely her husband put up with her odd actions although he had a look of deep concern on his face. Susan looked closely at the woman and assumed Michelle was in her late 30's, very close to her age.
As the tour continued around the extensive building, Susan noticed how the young boy boldly put his hands all over the sexy woman. It actually appeared like a game, as the woman tried hard to stop the fondling and groping, but it seemed to do little good. What was the most upsetting to Susan was the way Sarge seemed to tolerate what his son did and he even appeared to encourage Kato.
The more Susan was around Sarge, the more concerned she became. The man was extremely forceful to the point where he acted arrogant. It was almost as if he assumed the three guests were his personal servants and he could order them to do anything. What concerned her the most was the way Sarge seemed to garner trust and loyalty from everyone. That was most evident during one of the evening entertainment sessions when he sat beside her. In no time she was conversing back and forth with him and the light banter put her at ease, which she didn't like. She thought he was nothing but a scum-sucking pig and she didn't like the fact he coerced her into liking him.
As the weekend drew to a close, the house got eerily quiet. Thema and Nia returned to their village but Sarge had made sure they were well aware of his requests before they left. He gave them complete freedom and permission to do whatever their hearts desired. "Thema, my dear. You have expressed interest in Michelle... told me how you wish her to be your close friend," he said to his oldest niece. "I will bring her to village... bring her tomorrow. She stay with you until baby born... live with you and Baako."
The arrangements sent a shiver of excitement through Thema's entire body. She had dreamed about this. Fantasized about having Michelle stay with her... live with her. All of a sudden her dream was coming true. She listened to her uncle on pins and needles and then he turned his attention to her sister.
"Nia. Tomorrow I bring Michelle to village... but also I bring Marie Kelly," Sarge said. "It will be big favor to me if you look after actress. She live in Zuberi's home with you... she be your slave... own personal, white slave."
Nia was too happy and excited to say anything. She hugged her uncle trying to reassure his confidence in her was not unfounded. Then the two girls departed leaving Sarge to wrap up the weekend. He willingly allowed Michelle to stay with her husband at their house for one last night, but made sure they knew his plan. "Tomorrow. I pick you up and we go to village. You stay with Thema... live with her," he whispered sending a shiver of panic down Rodney's spine. "She look after your needs and make sure everything is okay. Also... I arrange for doctor to stay in village."
Then Sarge turned his attention to Rodney. "But you stay in city... work during week. Then visit wife on weekends. I drive you to village so you can visit." Sarge watched the couple leave and he noticed how they embraced in a most hesitant manner.
Suddenly Sarge was alone with his thoughts. He went up to his bedroom and slowly undressed. Then he jumped into the hot tub relishing the upcoming days and weeks. He was in complete control with only one more thing to accomplish. His head filled with fantasies of Susan; the visitor he cherished most of all.
The couple discussed what was best for the future. Rodney's job with the ruling junta was progressing extremely well and that was why they were given the house to live in. The problem with the arrangements was that his wife did not spend much time with him. One person, Sarge, planned Michelle's schedule for her, which meant she spent most of time away.
Sarge's sole purpose was the happiness of his son and he would do anything to further Kato's sexual prowess. When he first told his son that Michelle would live in the village with Thema, Kato was apprehensive and disappointed. Then Sarge reassured Kato that once the baby was born, Michelle would move back into their home. "Not worry," he told Kato. "Husband think wife live with him, but not so. She will sleep in your bed... be Kato's woman most of the time. Other time," Sarge laughed, “she sleep with me!”
Sarge's explanation to Rodney and Michelle last night when they departed his home had been traumatic. When he told Rodney that his wife would be living in the African village, Rodney had been very upset. They sat at the kitchen table on a bright, sunny morning but both were in an extremely somber mood, as they thought about the upcoming days. By all of Sarge's indications, Michelle would remain in the village until the baby was born and Rodney would hardly get to see her. That possibility infuriated Rodney but then he realized there was nothing he could do to stop Sarge's manipulation scheme.
Michelle looked more radiant that ever dressed in tribal garb. The wrap around dress made her appear much younger and it hid the small swelling in her midsection. The couple embraced for the longest time before Sarge and his driver showed up to escort Michelle out to the limo. It should have been the saddest day of her life, but for the strangest reason, Michelle's heart beat fast with a mysterious anxiety. She imagined arriving in the village and being met by a loving angel.
When Sarge opened the backdoor of the limo for her to get in, Michelle was shocked to see someone already in the car. Then she recognized Marie Kelly and timidly whispered a warm greeting so as not to show her impending fear of leaving her husband. The two women sat together and Sarge got in facing them in the other seat. Emu drove and Mosi sat up front when the limo sped out of the capital city.
Michelle's mind was in great turmoil during the ride. It was a struggle but finally she managed to chat with the silent woman sitting beside her. They talked about the scenery and the intense hot weather before the topic got to more personal things. "Your sister... where is your sister? I expected her to be with you." Michelle whispered to her acquaintance.
Marie Kelly sat stiffly in the backseat. "He wouldn't let her. The bastard wouldn't let Sue come with me... come to the village with me," Marie said. Her voice was loud and clear and there was no mistaking her anger. Sarge merely grinned devilishly but didn't say a word, which made Marie even madder.
"He ordered me. The fucking bastard ordered me to join him... drive to the village where he will probably keep me a god damn prisoner," she hissed. "And poor Sue has to stay in his house... in his fucking house all by herself!"
Suddenly the actress felt panic for making such a mistake. "Gawd.... why did I beg her to come with me? Come to this African hellhole," she whispered this time. "It's all my fault. I should never have asked Sue to come."
The two beautiful women sat across from Sarge as the countryside flashed by the window in a complete blur. Michelle felt a great loss being away from Rodney again and wondered if her life would ever return to normal. Marie suffered knowing her innocent sister was alone in an unfamiliar city and living with an absolutely unscrupulous man.
All of a sudden, the limo pulled up at a familiar abode and Michelle sat quietly in the backseat, as if waiting for some mysterious intervention. Sarge quickly got out of the car and he went into his brother's residence. Once he was assured that everything was ready for the visit, he returned to the limo. Sarge held the backdoor open and motioned for the shivering women to join him in Zuberi's home.
Michelle and Marie Kelly went into the house where Sarge was the gracious host, introducing them to everyone. Just as all the introductions were complete, there was an indication of a new guest arriving and a hush came over the entire room.
Thema came into her father's home with the grace and elegance of an African queen. She wore a gorgeous dress and everyone took in her beauty with an envious stare. Michelle stared at the girl and she felt her heart begin to beat much faster. Her first impulse was to run across the floor and put her arms around the beautiful, native girl. The tattoo on her neck appeared almost healed and the black symbol had a mystic appearance against Thema's dark skin. Michelle couldn't see the African Rose but imagined it clearly in her head.
When Thema surveyed the room, it was just a matter of time before her gaze settled on her eventual target. Thema looked into the amazing eyes of her loyal admirer and suddenly the African girl understood her lingering anxiety. She would not be content or satisfied until they were together. Their eyes did not waver, as Thema slowly walked across the room until she was directly in front of her timid slave.
Thema had practiced basic English with her sister and amazed Michelle with her sudden speech. "You beautiful... very beautiful. I love you," she whispered. Her sudden revelation stunned Michelle and made her heart beat violently out of control. She had the strangest feeling deep inside her belly and it had nothing to do with being pregnant. She stood absolutely still waiting for the African girl to continue.
"We both pregnant. Baby comes at same time... and you stay here. Stay with me and wait for babies," Thema whispered. The girl had the strangest idea that she had to explain everything to the unsuspecting woman. "He say... Sarge say you stay with me. I tell him that I love you. Want you with me."
Michelle was speechless, as she listened to the girl. "I remember. Remember what it was like. When we make love... have sex," Thema said with her hands making precise motions. "You gorgeous... very lovely. I want to touch you... touch you all over. Feel tits... tummy... ass... pussy!"
Luckily none of the other villagers understood the basic English, and Sarge and Zuberi were too far across the room to hear what Thema said. Marie stood speechless next to the two and her mouth hung wide open, as she listened to the shocking revelations.
It was ridiculous and the girl's confession should have infuriated Michelle. Instead she stood riveted to the spot even though Thema's statements sounded demanding and gave the indication there was going to be a role reversal. Being a white slave to a trusting African Queen should have spurred Michelle to action but it did not. Suddenly Thema acted like she was in complete control and she grabbed Michelle's dainty hand. She led the woman across the room, out the door, and swiftly down the street.
Michelle was very familiar with their destination. They walked towards Thema's home so fast that she almost had to run to keep up to the girl. All the while her head was too dizzy and confused to concentrate on any one thing. Suddenly they were inside Thema's home and when the door shut, her heart burst with emotion.
Michelle felt strong arms around her quivering shoulders and then demanding lips on her face. Thema kissed her face before letting her mouth rest next to Michelle's ear. She whispered and her voice sounded so soft and loving that Michelle's breathing grew ragged in a fleeting moment. "You Thema's lover. You stay with me... live with Backo and me," she whispered. "Thema queen... married to Backo. Backo have Thema... and you!"
The girl was demanding and she saw no reason for waiting. Thema wanted nothing more than to show her nervous lover how she felt. She almost ripped the top of the dress from Michelle's torso and couldn't strip the garment fast enough. The dress was loose and baggy and it dropped to the floor leaving Michelle in only one undergarment, a pair of borrowed panties.
Thema eyes grew big when she saw the African Butterfly. The tattoo was not fully healed but it did look more like a butterfly than it did when Michelle was in the African village the first time. Her eyes remained on the symbol but her hands reached for the velvety but firm titties. Thema's fingers concentrated on the hard, throbbing nipples and she rolled the buds around and around, hearing moans of desperation coming from her white lover.
Suddenly Thema decided on her course of action. She put her arms around Michelle and pulled her into her hard, youthful body. Her right hand slipped into the panties from behind, and slithered down until reaching the seductive butt cheeks. Thema caressed Michelle's ass for only a short time before she needed more. She sucked in her breath and rotated her hand around Michelle's flared hips until she covered the baby-like pelvis. Thema would always admire the cleanly shaven area and vowed to have it done to herself.
Michelle understood Thema's wishes for power and supreme control. The girl's skilled fingers slipped into the narrow crevice between her slightly spread legs and instantly found the immense wetness. When Thema spread the puffy labia so that she could surround the throbbing clitoris, Michelle knew she would be forced to surrender.
Suddenly Thema pulled the clit outward until it was stretched beyond the swollen pussy lips. Then she squeezed it hard enough to bring groans of desire from her timorous slave. Cream started flowing from Michelle's most inner sanctuary and
Thema felt the instant wetness coating her dainty fingers. The young girl felt the womanly hips thrust at her hand and she smiled with immense happiness.
Michelle's legs were rubbery and she depended on Thema's strength to hold her upright. Her vision was blurred but she could see the crest of an intense orgasm on the horizon. All of a sudden her feet were moving and the two interlocked bodies quickly wound up on Thema's marital bed. The significance was profound and the young queen knew she would be sharing her most adorable lover with her tribal husband.
How the girl got undressed was a mystery that Michelle gladly accepted. Suddenly time didn't matter anymore and her memory would only include glimpses of coming into the village house, being undressed by the African girl, and then submitting to her native charms. Thema's strong arms held her and a fiery kiss ensued. Their tongues intertwined and Michelle felt herself reaching out to the African girl. She was mature and experienced, but yet, Michelle felt the strongest urge for Thema's control.
When the wild ecstasy subsided and both were breathing normal again, Thema illustrated what the future held. She got her points across even though her English consisted of basic words, which were mainly nouns and verbs. They lay in each other's arms for the longest time and held each other long after the explanation. Loving embraces were something Michelle yearned for and strangely it came from another woman instead of a man, or her husband. Men never caressed or embraced a woman after an orgasm, as they assumed their job was done. That was not the case with a woman, as her emotions and desires were still rampant even after an actual climax.
Thema ran her fingers through Michelle's long hair letting the strands float through her hands. Her explanation, although not in perfect English, had been fully understood by Michelle. At first the thought of spending the next few weeks and months with Thema seemed daunting but Michelle quickly realized it was best. She would be safe and not have to worry about anything, especially being pestered by the tribal men.
The afternoon flew by and before long Thema's husband came home. Both women expected Baako but when he did arrive, they seemed surprised. Thema spoke to him in their native tongue and each kept looking at Michelle giving her the impression they were talking about her. It felt uncomfortable at first being with the tribal couple but they quickly made her feel at ease. Thema and Baako tried to include Michelle in their conversations even though much of the time it was by gestures and hand signals.
Michelle faithfully followed their lead. Eventually they were all laughing at the strange and unfamiliar gestures that seemed to enable them to communicate. Thema prepared the evening meal and everyone was famished by the time they sat down to eat. The entire evening went much smoother than expected and they felt like old friends when they sat down in the couple's living room after the meal.
She looked closer at the young warrior. His face was etched with intense desire and it made him appear nervous. Michelle tried to guess his age and suddenly she shivered with the thought he was seventeen or eighteen at most. All of a sudden her daydreaming was interrupted and Michelle realized it was bedtime in the African community. She felt extremely uncomfortable when the couple escorted her into their bedroom but there seemed no way out of her growing dilemma.
Suddenly Baako undressed and tossed his clothes on the floor. He turned to face the two women and the overly animated grin on his face was very evident. Thema's face was covered with a knowing smile and she threw her husband a kiss. Michelle quickly looked at Baako and her eyes lingered on the most obvious part of his aroused body.
Baako caught her stare and he swiftly grabbed his upstanding pecker. He wrapped his fingers around the thick shaft and pointed his cock directly at Michelle. When he glanced over at his wife, Baako saw her big smile of approval. He took one step forward and Michelle merely flinched, but stood her ground. Then he slowly walked across the floor until he stood measly inches in front of the stunning white goddess.
Michelle was utterly speechless. Suddenly she was surrounded. Baako in front of her and Thema right behind her and both stripped her clothes in a feverish fashion. Then Baako took her hand and he directed her towards the bed. She glanced over her shoulder at Thema and noticed the girl's beaming face of approval. Michelle had the strangest feeling when Baako forced her onto the bed and quickly onto her back.
There was only one thing on his enraged mind. Baako swiftly pushed her legs apart so he could see her glorious womanhood. His eyes bulged and he quickly got on the bed so that he was crouching between Michelle's wide-spread legs. In a split second, he was lying on top of her and his stellar cock was pressing into her unprotected opening. The head of his cock hit the bulls-eye and Baako pushed his hips downward just enough to feel the heat engulf the end of his engorged cock.
Michelle didn't know what to do or how to act. Her head rolled to the side and a million things went through her mind in just a matter of moments. 'I can't do this... be unfaithful to Rodney. I can't have sex with Thema's husband... with her watching. Oh no, I can't have sex... I'm pregnant. Dear gawd, his cock is inside. I'm nothing but a whore... a Blackman's whore.'
Then she rolled her head to the other side and faced destiny. Thema's pretty face smiled at her and the African queen gave every indication that she approved. The girl's obvious acceptance made Michelle's heart quiver, wanting nothing more than to make Thema happier. Suddenly her hands, which were pushing against Baako's powerful chest, stopped and went around his torso.
Thema's husband was in a fervor and his hips were thrusting to and fro at a furious pace. Then Michelle reasoned that it would require a stronger will and desire if she was to please her African queen. She rammed her hips up at Baako and suddenly he was deep, so deep she felt him devour her soul. She was a little shocked when the familiar spasm shot through her insides but not very surprised.
An angel quickly grasped her hand. Thema squeezed her hand and radiated true passion to her lover. Their eyes locked a fleeting moment before a tremendous explosion occurred in her deepest being. Michelle bucked under the rutting tribal warrior and she let her climax overtake her most intimate emotions. Her amorous body belonged to the young African couple and her surrender was complete. She realized Thema, Baako or even both of them could posses her whenever they desired... or demanded.
When Baako finished empting his massive load of cum, he rolled off Michelle with a big sigh of contentment. He was totally exhausted and casually lay on his back while falling asleep within seconds. He never noticed his young wife slip onto the bed and lay against Michelle who was still huffing and puffing. The two women put their arms around each other and they too fell asleep.
That was the beginning of months of erotic lovemaking. Baako watched their bellies get bigger and bigger and he was amazed at how sexy they looked even when pregnant. Every night was full of mystery and wonderful sharing. Baako was the happiest warrior. He had intercourse with his lovely wife and also Michelle whenever he wanted. Every once in awhile he had sex with both of them but he truly relished the odd occasion when they teamed up on him. It was a totally new and exciting adventure, as the women made sure he was fully exhausted by night's end.
Nia watched her sister leave with the beautiful Michelle. She glanced at her uncle and noticed his devious wink. Nia relished the chance to show Sarge that she too was powerful and there was no better way than proving her dominance over the American actress. Sarge was well aware of Nia's aspirations to become one of the elite women in their tribe and he used it to his advantage. His explanation to her during his last visit to the village left no doubt that he wanted to humiliate and get complete control over the actress.
Sarge told his niece that Marie Kelly would stay in the village until her baby was born. He suggested that Nia give the woman special loving care and also have her girlfriends befriend the actress much like they did Michelle. Nia couldn't have been happier, as for once in her life, she had control over someone just like her sister. She readily agreed with her uncle that Marie Kelly would live with her during the actress's stay in the village.
Very soon after Thema departed with Michelle, Sarge told Marie that it was the perfect time for a guided tour of the village. He started with Zuberi's home and showed the actress which bedroom she would be using. Her suitcases were quickly put in the room and Marie Kelly wondered about the room looking like someone already used it.
Before she had time to question or say anything, two young girls grabbed her hands and then she was ushered out of the house. Suddenly a few more girls joined them and they all set off on a tour of many old buildings in the village. As the group moved from building to building, Marie took closer observations of the girls. She noticed the one who seemed to be the leader and recognized her as one of Sarge's young nieces. The girl looked to be in her middle teens and she carried herself in an extremely confident manner.
Marie Kelly shivered every time Nia looked at her because the girl's dark, steady eyes seemed to convey something powerful and controlling. Marie wondered why someone about half her age could make her feel so intimidated.
All of a sudden the group approached what looked like a barn or a stable. Someone opened the door and then another girl shoved Marie into the building in a most challenging fashion. Suddenly five or six girls stood in a half-circle directly in front of her and they all had their hands on their hips, as if to say they were in control. They acted like they wanted her to do something but Marie Kelly was utterly speechless.
She stood and her mouth gaped open when all of the girls started undressing. Marie didn't move a muscle, as first one, and then the rest took off all of their clothes. She quickly took the whole area in with a glance and noticed there were no other people around. There were piles of straw off to one side, which were covered with blankets. Along the other side were stalls containing horses and there were a couple of mangy dogs lying in front of one of the stalls.
Her whole body was shaking like mad. Suddenly Marie felt a hot breath on the back of her neck and her legs almost collapsed. Someone was behind her and she was completely petrified, too afraid to move a muscle. All of a sudden there were tender hands on her shoulders and she couldn't breathe anymore. Her chest heaved trying to get some air but it didn't help, as she glanced down at the small, black hands.
The hands cupped her boobs and squeezed them around the wide base to make them look bigger. Marie still couldn't move when the deft fingers knowingly unbuttoned her sheer blouse one button at a time. It seemed to take forever before the material was pushed aside to reveal her abundant tits. The fingers quickly slipped beneath the lacy bra, popping the cups upwards until they were around her neck.
Marie Kelly couldn't see anymore. Her eyes rolled backwards and her eyelids closed. Her head rolled back a little and found a perfect resting place on someone's soft shoulder. At first she thought about putting her hands up to stop the unwanted caresses, but then she wondered if they were indeed unwanted. Suddenly the fingers surrounded her hard nipples and pinched them hard. Marie Kelly opened her mouth to protest but nothing came out. Then the fingers started rolling her nipples around and around until the buds were harder than little pebbles.
The last thing in the world the actress ever intended on doing was spreading her legs. Suddenly lips were touching the back of her ear and then someone whispered in almost perfect English. "I am Nia. You see my sister, Thema. She has white slave who loves her," the young girl whispered ever so softly. "You are my slave... my white slave. I am going to touch you all over... kiss you all over."
Then the native girl rained kisses on every square inch of Marie Kelly's neck, shoulders and down her back. Somehow the unbuttoned blouse had been stripped and was now discarded on a pile of straw. The bra was gone and the actress was naked above the waist. Suddenly her designer jeans were unbuttoned and unzipped allowing the dainty hand to slip into her panties. Marie Kelly sucked in her breath in a desperate attempt to give the hand more room, as it ventured down her almost flat tummy.
Suddenly the lips were against her ear again. "You sexy... very sexy. Your tits are nice and big... much bigger than mine," Nia whispered, putting both hands on the luscious boobs. "You my whore... white whore. We have sex... then my friends, too."
Marie Kelly slowly opened her eyes trying to see what was happening. She glanced to the side and noticed all the other girls were lying on the piles of straw. They were in a circle leaving what looked like a center stage, which made Marie shudder. The girls looked at the pair standing a few feet away and sort of motioned for the two to join them in the vacant opening.
Nia could see Marie Kelly looking at her friends. "They wait for you... you and me," she whispered. "We do it... do it right there so they can all see... see you be my white whore."
All of a sudden one of Nia's hands shot downward. Her fingers dipped under the elastic waistband and lower until they felt the soft, curly hair. She let her long, middle finger slide between the tightly closed thighs and knew she had hit the target when a loud moan escaped her timid victim. Nia forced her finger deeper and suddenly she felt immense wetness.
The actress was proud of her body. She knew it was extremely sexy and desirable by the fame she had received from her movies. Now her body was changing but so far nothing was very obvious. Her boobs were slightly bigger and she knew it because her brassieres didn't fit properly anymore. Her tummy was not quite as flat as normal, but unless a person looked really close, it wasn't obvious that Marie Kelly was pregnant.
Nia nibbled on one of Marie Kelly's flushed ears and pulled her head backwards with her teeth. The actress held her eyes closed tightly dreaming of days earlier when she was with her boyfriend. It had been hard not to tell him about her sudden pregnancy but she feared the repercussions if anyone found out the real facts. Suddenly a tongue was toying with her ear and soft kisses rained all over her neck.
After becoming pregnant, one thing had changed the most. She had developed an intense desire for intimate sex and it seemed her passions increased to a point where she craved sex. Marie's head was spinning out of control and her daydreaming allowed the African princess to gain the upper hand. "Spread... spread legs," she whispered tapping the sides of her milky thighs to indicate her demands.
Marie Kelly was fully aware that it was wrong. She should not be standing in a stranger's arms but suddenly her legs moved apart. Nia realized the woman had surrendered and she quickly moved forward. She put her hands on Marie's shoulders and turned her around so they were facing each other. Being only 5'3", Marie had to look up into the strong, controlling eyes of the young African. She may have been only a girl but Marie felt totally helpless against Nia.
Nia held the stare while deliberately placing the woman's arms down at her sides. Her hands went to Marie's hips and slowly rolled the loosened jeans down her flared hips. Then she stripped the garment leaving Marie dressed only in her panties. The hot desert air washed over Marie's flushed skin and she felt even hotter. Her eyes fluttered, unable to hold the intense stare, and suddenly she felt something rubbing against her wetness between her legs.
Marie's first impulse was to spread her legs wider. Then her almost non-existent panties were pushed deep into the wetness and fingers found her throbbing gem. When Nia pinched the clitty and rolled it around in the immense juices, her white slave cried out. The cries made the girl squeeze harder and then the cries became louder.
The actress felt like a mad dog, trying to show her immense satisfaction. She humped the skilled fingers and it was the quickest orgasm in history, as her cream flowed to meet the demanding fingers. Marie didn't hear the numerous giggles around the room and she felt no shame for what happened. Nia pinched the throbbing clitoris and managed to push the soaked panties to the side. Her strong left arm held the actress steady while her right hand performed magic.
The tremors were far too earth-shattering and Marie Kelly lost her balance. Her legs collapsed but her instincts knew the powerful girl would save her. Nia deftly guided Marie towards the nearest pile of straw and the two fell into the vacant spot between her most excited friends. Their helping hands allowed the two lovers to fall without letting go of each other. Marie Kelly was aware of the many girls surrounding her but she only concentrated on one.
There were no drugs or sedatives this time. Her lust was real and it consumed her mind in a mere moment. Strong, demanding lips closed over her own and Marie Kelly let the darting tongue invade her mouth. No kiss had ever been so passionate and she wondered if it wasn't because of the orgasm, which seemed to be everlasting.
Nia's friend's knew better but they could not stop feeling and fondling the white goddess. Nia had specifically told them to leave the actress alone until she gave the order. Their hands were everywhere. There were fingers on Marie's blushing face, her neck, her arms and even her legs. One of the braver girls managed to strip the soaked panties and they all stared at the actress's sexy nakedness.
But it was the skillful Nia who inflicted the most damage. She broke the heated kiss and ventured downward until she had one of Marie Kelly's boobs in her mouth. The girl sucked the entire end of the breast and then her tongue slithered across the hardened tip like an angry serpent. The girl knew enough to embrace and fondle Marie Kelly's neglected boob. Her fingers caressed the nipple and areola, making sure they were puffy and swollen.
Then Nia ventured downward again and this time she found the curly twists of pussy hair. She played with them with her tongue and the teasing was profound for her slave. Suddenly the girl's tongue began caressing her everywhere. It felt so hot that Marie jumped and flinched wildly with every caress. Then it happened. Nia touched the glistening pink gem with the tip of her tongue and she thought the woman would hurt herself.
Nia stabbed the opening with her stiff tongue and there was no escaping for Marie Kelly. The girl was far too determined and all Marie could do was arch her back, hoping to survive Nia's assault. The obvious orgasm flourished and Marie was unable to stop her juices from flowing into the starved mouth. Suddenly Nia lapped the little jewel vigorously and then she sucked it all the way into her scorching mouth.
Marie Kelly wondered how long an orgasm could last. She also wondered how it was possible to achieve a second orgasm so soon after the first. All of a sudden Nia began giving gestures and she motioned to the actress that she wanted something. At first Marie Kelly didn't know what was going on but that quickly changed. Her exhausted and overworked body was twisted and coerced into a different position. She glanced downward at the native princess and shuddered at the sudden implications.
Nia put her strong hands on Marie Kelly's flushed face. She sternly held Marie's head and stared into her bewildered eyes. The girl's eyes burned into her soul and Marie Kelly was unable to look away. "You do. You make love to me... now," Nia whispered softly. "You do everything. Make love to me... so I orgasm. You fuck African princess... or else!"
Marie Kelly stared into Nia's controlling eyes. Any alternative and hearing Nia utter, 'or else,' sent the strongest tremor all through her body. Suddenly Marie was absolutely positive that having sex with another woman was better than anything else at that very moment. Then she let the girl's hands slowly push her head down until she felt the burning flesh against her face. The breast was so close that Marie couldn't focus on it and Nia's chest heaved up and down.
She had never felt such power or control. Marie cupped the cone-shape titties and squeezed them so the puffy bullet tips pushed outward even more. All of a sudden a nipple was a mere inch away. Her tongue lashed out and struck the very tip and the girl's body reacted like she had been hit with a large jolt of electricity. Marie put one boob in her hands and squeezed hard. The enlarged nipple poked up above her hands and her only concern was giving the girl satisfaction.
One moment the hard nipple was exposed and inviting and the next it was buried inside her volcanic mouth. Marie put her teeth around the nipple's base and acted like she was going to bite it hard. Nia's chest heaved and thrust up wildly but then the woman shifted to her other nipple. Marie teased and enticed the girl until Nia couldn't take anymore.
Nia put her hands on the top of Marie's head and pushed downward. The nipple popped out of her mouth and suddenly soft, heated flesh passed by her burning face. Nia's hands didn't stop until the woman's face was directly over her pelvis. Marie's eyes grew large as she stared at the girl's womanly charms. There was barely enough time to notice the sparse, curly hair and the shadow of Nia's wet pussy slit.
Marie would always treasure the moment when her tongue lashed out and made the princess cry. Nia's legs were spread wide and she left her opening fully exposed for her lover. Marie put her fingers on the girlie labia and pulled them apart to reveal utopia. The gem was the pinkest thing she had ever seen and suddenly her head was shoved downward. The girl's desperation was evident, as she moaned out loud, and twisted Marie's hair into her clinched fingers.
There was no guessing or pondering what to do. She nibbled Nia's delicate clitoris and felt the girl's hips thrust wildly with every bite. Even at the age of 32, this type of lovemaking surprised Marie. Strangely she felt more power and control than at any time in her life. She felt Nia's body react to every tongue-lashing and every nibble, which made Marie even more determined. Suddenly spending time in the village with Nia didn't seem so threatening or disheartening.
Marie attacked with a vengeance she didn't know she possessed. Her mouth was over Nia's precious opening and the girl's entire clitoris was embedded inside her scorching mouth. She used her teeth gently and nibbled the delicate clit until Nia's body went into convulsions. Then Marie rammed her finger into the tight opening and finger-fucked the princess who was in the midst of a mind-blowing orgasm.
When the tribal princess had quenched her thirst, Nia readily gave a signal to her friends. All of the girls moved closer and suddenly Marie Kelly was roughly forced off of Nia's exhausted torso. Each girl grabbed a part of Marie and swiftly rolled the actress onto her back.
Marie Kelly assumed it was senseless to fight or struggle. She rolled her head side-to-side watching all the excited faces, as the girls hungrily devoured her entire body. Marie felt helpless and completely in the hands of Nia's girlfriends.
Her head kept rolling and Marie was determined to watch each girl, as they molested her. Two of the girls held her arms outstretched and pinned far above her head. One girl pinned her left leg out to the side while another girl spread her right leg outward so far it hurt. With four girls holding her limbs, it left three girls free for a molestation Marie would never forget.
Suddenly her head came up and Marie Kelly watched a girl suck one of her boobs and then roll her tongue all around her upstanding nipple. Another girl caressed her other boob and this girl was far rougher and determined. She put the hard nipple between her teeth and made Marie cry out when she chewed on the embedded bud.
Marie Kelly's eyes grew wider when she noticed red bite marks on each breast. Then she was horrified at seeing numerous red marks, which were dark hickies, tattooed into her milky flesh. The girls did not care if they marked or even hurt the woman when their mouths sucked as hard as they could. Every red tattoo was a symbol of control and power and each girl felt more and more esteem when they engraved the white flesh with hickies.
Suddenly Marie Kelly could see past the two bobbing heads on her chest. She witnessed more horrifying details sucked and nibbled into her burning flesh. There were hickies on her thighs as well as her upraised pelvis and tummy. Then Marie though she would die. The girl at her lower regions suddenly put her mouth directly over her opening and jabbed with her stiff tongue. The girl pretended to fuck with her tongue but she made sure to ram her mouth into the unprotected clitoris with every jab.
Just when Marie thought she might survive, the girl moved up slightly. She put her lips around the swollen clit and then she used her teeth. The girl raked her teeth back and forth on the clitoris and there was nothing Marie could do. Her arms and legs were pinned rendering her a prisoner and then the girl rammed her finger into Marie's hole.
Marie Kelly had expected to get fingered but not there. The girl rammed her finger to the hilt in Marie's ass and kept it fully buried. All she did was roll the finger around and around while nibbling on the tender clitty. Marie arched her back and clinched her ass cheeks, as hard as possible, but it only made things worse. The native girl fucked her ass nonstop and ate her out like a lesbian pro.
Marie Kelly cried out loud. Tears even ran down her rosy cheeks when the explosive orgasm robbed any hint of her being civilized. A stable was a place for animals and that was exactly what she acted like. After the girl drank all of Marie Kelly's sweet cum, she reluctantly rolled off to the side allowing one of her friends the freedom to molest the white goddess.
All of the girls including Marie Kelly lost track of time. Each of Nia's friends was not satisfied until they had consumed some of the visitors loving juices. Then each girl was utterly amazed when Nia encouraged her slave to perform oral magic on each of the girls. It turned into a night of erotic bliss for everyone and no person was more surprised than Marie Kelly.
The faces were blurred and long after she would try to recall what happened. She remembered going from one young girl to the next until she came to one recollection that would always be in the back of her mind. Nia's girlfriends freely used her, as their oral sex-toy, and Marie recalled performing cunnilingus on one of the girls. Suddenly she was roughly forced onto her back. Marie recalled seeing a new girl between her legs and the girl left little doubt to her intentions.
The new girl was very skinny and at first Marie Kelly didn't really look closely at her. The girl fondled her genitals and then she kissed them in a very demanding manner. Marie remembered looking down to see whom it was and she almost fainted when she saw the youngest girl. Suddenly Marie came face to face with the girl. Her face looked so young and innocent but when Marie noticed her body, she realized the girl was not as developed as the rest. The girl's breasts were not very big and she appeared to have almost no pussy hair.
Suddenly the girl had her hands on Marie Kelly's thighs. She pushed the milky limbs to the outer limits in an effort to fully expose the delicious womanly charms. When her head dipped and Marie felt the girl's mouth on her most sensitive area, she reasoned it was time to stop the girl.
It was wrong and she had to say something. Marie Kelly looked around until she met Nia's eyes and then pleaded for her life. "Nia... dear gawd. Nia, my love. Please not this... don't let her do this," she moaned trying desperately to convince Nia to stop her young friend. Then her eyes filled with tears because of the shameful display that was about to happen. "Dear gawd... no. Oh, no... she's touching me. Her mouth is... no, no... her mouth! No, please... don't let her do it."
Nia quickly shuffled closer. She glanced down at her young friend and noticed how Sasha was slapping the floppy clit back and forth with her tongue. Then Nia's gaze returned to the teary eyes and she smiled the biggest smile. "She has to know. I promised her," she whispered. "I promised Sasha... that she could do everything the rest of us did. Please be good to her... and I'll make it up to you."
Marie pleaded with every fiber inside her womanly body. She desperately wanted to struggle but her arms and legs were pinned by Nia's friends. Marie's eyes remained locked on her young princess but her emotions were heading out of control in two directions. Her mind followed her eyes and she felt intense desire to be with Nia. But it was the betrayal of her body that consumed most of Marie's fiery emotions.
Suddenly the girl's fingers pulled Marie's pussy lips farther apart. Sasha stared at the exposed clitoris with her hungry eyes and then she put her fingers around the tiny gem. Having already experimented and masturbated many times, the girl knew where to touch Marie Kelly. She squeezed with her fingers but left a small portion of the throbbing clit free for her tongue-lashing, which she administered with great fervor.
Marie Kelly arched her back severely trying to get away. The hands of all the other girls held her down so their young friend could ravage the white goddess. All of a sudden Nia took charge. She cradled Marie's head and swiftly twisted a big handful of curly hair with her strong left hand. Nia jerked Marie's head backwards and she stared into the wide, teary eyes. "Tell Nia what you want... want Sasha to do."
Marie stared into the dark eyes of the African princess. "Dear gawd... no! Nia, you have to make her stop... please," she groaned just as her clitoris was slapped by the girl's tongue. Suddenly Sasha's mouth devoured the upper portion of her pussy and the girl tenderly put the flared wings between her sharp teeth.
"She's... dear gawd, she's...," Marie moaned too distraught to fight Nia or the young girl.
"Tell Nia! What Sasha do?" Then Nia yanked Marie's head again, indicating she was not happy with the utter silence.
"Oh please... no... she is sucking my clitty. Oh gawd... sucking it... oh, biting it haaard."
There was more hair pulling and Nia's eyes burned into her soul. "Nia can see Sasha's... sucking. Tell Nia... do you want to cum?"
"Oh gawd... if she doesn't stop... no, no, I might," Marie whispered.
"You can wait. Let Sasha learn... but you can wait. Not cum yet," Nia said putting her lips directly on Marie's burning ear. Then the girl nibbled and pretended her tongue was a tiny penis, as she fucked Marie's inflamed ear.
Suddenly Marie did the absolute worst thing she could do if she wanted to prolong her stamina. She tensed every muscle in her body and held her lower regions perfectly still. Sasha felt the violin strings tighten and then she rammed her long, slender finger into the womanly opening. The native girl curled her finger until it caressed the entire length of the womanly G-spot and she used the tip of her finger to rake the spot.
Marie was riding a freight train to Hell and suddenly she was too afraid to get off. Nia watched Marie's chest heave up and down as her breathing came in short, swift gasps of air. "Sasha plays with your clitty... but you can wait," Nia whispered, grinning broadly as she watched the woman's body jerk out of control.
Marie Kelly's will was broken when it happened. The girl, who Marie assumed to be too young and barely a teenager, was suddenly in control of her crushed spirit. Gush after gush flowed from her delicate inner being. The native girl tasted a climax for the first time and she finger-fucked Marie with all her might. Sasha never let go of the throbbing clitoris and kept it fully embedded inside her volcanic mouth, much to Marie's dismay.
Nia held her white lover close trying to reassure her that everything was okay. Then she let her lips peck and kiss Marie all over while she whispered softly. "Sasha learning... she eat you and learn about sex. I love watching... watching you cum." Then Nia kissed her hard before continuing. "You stay with Nia... live with Nia. You be my white slave."
From that point on, Marie Kelly blanked out everything. She would agree to anything in the world, because she felt so enlightened, but it would take many hours before she actually realized what happened. When the sun finally came over the horizon, the night of sexual exploitation ended. The girls were totally exhausted and they all departed leaving Nia and Marie alone. Nia helped her maiden get dressed and then they both headed for home.
Susan was furious when she found out that her sister had been scurried away by Sarge. She got up on a sunny Monday morning only to be told by Sarge's wife that her husband had taken Marie and another woman on an expedition to his home village. Zelda noticed that Susan was extremely upset by her sister's departure but she tried to reassure her that everything was done in the best interests of Marie and Michelle. Susan worried and was almost stressed out when Sarge's black limo drove into the driveway about five in the afternoon.
With Michelle and Marie Kelly indisposed, Sarge was left alone with his innocent prey. He stared at the gorgeous sister, as she rushed out to meet his car, and felt a familiar quivering inside his masculine loins. His eyes roamed up and down Susan's seductive body before he moved to conquer his victim. He barely got out of the backseat when Susan displayed her intense rage. She yelled at him and wanted to know why he took her sister away without letting her know.
Sarge apologized profusely and put the brightest smile on his face. "I thought it was better if she gets acclimatized... gets used to being in a small, quiet village," he said in the meekest voice. "I know you wanted to be with her... and look after your sister. But you will be more comfortable living here... in the city."
It took some time for Susan to calm down. She was not a woman that held a grudge and his lengthy apology made her feel much better. He explained how not only Marie was spending time in the village waiting for her baby but Michelle was also there. Sarge's concern was very evident but Susan still wanted to help her sister. "I insist. Take me out there... so I can be with Marie."
Sarge told her that her plan was not a good idea. He mentioned that Thema and Nia would be there to look after all of the needs of Marie and Michelle. Soon he noticed the relief on Susan's pretty face, which was a positive indication of her accepting his apology.
"But... but I have to be there for her," Susan whispered feeling most helpless. She wondered about getting anything accomplished in such a foreign country when she really had nobody to help her; other than Sarge, she thought.
"A doctor will see her today... check everything to make sure all is okay," Sarge explained trying to reassure his confused victim. "You guest in my home... stay with my family. I drive you to village... visit sister in a day or two."
He watched the pretty woman fidget but felt her slowly becoming more at ease. "Not to worry. I have made sure that everything is there... in the village so she has perfect stay. All the medical facilities are readily available and my young niece will ensure your sister is well looked after."
Sarge really wasn't too concerned if the woman accepted his reasoning for the separation, as his mind was already made up. He thought his plans were foolproof and pressed in for the kill. It was late in the afternoon by the time he returned from the village and suddenly time was of the essence so he felt a twitch of panic.
Susan had no idea what happened to Sarge's family but suddenly they had all disappeared. She was alone, except for one or two servants, with the one man who made her feel insecure and vulnerable. All of a sudden her mind went into overdrive imagining all sorts of devastating events.
Suddenly Sarge's voice shocked her out of dreamland. "Come... let's move into the study. I'll have dinner served... then a nightcap. We can sit for awhile and relax," he said with the biggest smile. "We relax... discuss what is best for your sister."
The study was fairly small and cozier than Susan would have liked. Sarge poured them a liqueur and then he toasted her raving beauty. It took her a few moments to stop blushing but by then Sarge was talking again. They chatted with the conversation being very casual and Sarge kept asking questions about her life and belief's. One of Sarge's servants served food and before Susan realized it, she was far more relaxed than she anticipated.
Sarge did it again. Susan was upset that she somehow fell for the man's charm and she didn't feel the hate she was supposed to feel. She reasoned that maybe it was the drinks or alcohol that put her at ease but strangely she found the conversation quite pleasant. When Sarge finally got around to talking about Marie, they had consumed three drinks and Susan felt warm and giggly.
Words and explanations flowed off his tongue with delicate ease. Sarge reassured Susan that her sister was best off living with his niece and relatives. She was surprised to some degree when Sarge refused to comment on the topic of her sister's kidnapping. He steadfastly declined to show her the ransom DVD, which he said was extremely explicit. He explained how the movie would seriously upset and offend her, and in the end, Susan felt thankful he didn't show it to her.
Sarge went directly from the chitchat to asking her if she would join him for a relaxing hot tub. "It seems like a shame to waste the evening. The drinks are relaxing and the company is wonderful. You saw the hot tub on the weekend... please join me for the best night of your life," he whispered.
His declaration sent the butterflies off inside her tummy, as it sounded so much like a promise. She pondered his last statement but quickly shrugged it off to a casual misquote. All of a sudden the suggestion didn't sound too bad. "Wow! I even remembered to bring a suit... in case there was a pool at the hotel," Susan said. "It's in my suitcase. I'll change... meet you..."
Sarge smiled listening to the gorgeous woman stutter and stammer. They were on the way up the long staircase before Susan could have second thoughts. Sarge grinned and he was too excited to break her heart by telling her that she didn't need a bathing suit. He watched her walk and marveled at her most enticing behind, as it swayed seductively with each step. 'Yes... you put on your suit... it's all you'll wear for the next few hours,' Sarge thought. 'You're mine. Yes! This time... I'm saving you for myself. Your sweet white-ass will be mine.'
He broke his daydreaming as they approached the large double doors to his master bedroom. Sarge paused at the doors staring directly into Susan's bewildered eyes. "We have the night to ourselves... my family has gone to visit Zelda's family. They will be occupied until tomorrow... rejoicing on the joyous celebration of her mother's birthday."
Suddenly Susan felt the dire panic of being alone with Sarge. He opened the doors to the bedroom and she gasped at the sight of such an elegant room. She could see almost all of the vast room and the rich surroundings were very apparent. There were two beds on the left, which were dimly lit, but what caught her eye was the brightly lit hot tub and bathroom area. Steam rose off the hot water giving the tub a mystic appearance while the white tile throughout the bathroom glistened with a rich, brilliant luster.
They stood still and Sarge commented on the beds and dressers being from an older European era. Then he boldly took her by the hand and turned her sideways to face him. Susan never noticed but Sarge carried the bottle of liqueur and glasses in his other hand and he held them up.
"The tub is wonderful for soaking away stress... exhaustion of a long day. I'll pour us a nice drink... and we can sit back and relax in the hot water," Sarge said. "I have the jets turned up and the water so hot it will relax all those tired muscles... put you to sleep."
For a second, Sarge thought she might reconsider and not return to her room for something to wear. She looked at him and noticed the seriousness expression written on his rugged face. She was just about to make a feeble excuse when he swiftly let go of hand and walked towards the tub. "You change. I'm sure anything you put on will look ravishing. I'll be waiting!"
He turned around when he was a few feet away and stared into her eyes. Not one word was said but the telepathic waves filled her whole body with something she didn't understand. Susan had to use every bit of resolve to turn and slowly walk down the long hallway to her bedroom. She was unaware of the happiest man who quickly stripped his clothes on the way across the room. Sarge was completely naked by the time he reached the tub and he jumped in the hot water overly excited with what was on the horizon.
Susan was in a daze when she entered the guest bedroom. She immediately went to her suitcase, which contained her swimsuit, but felt slightly uncomfortable. Flaunting herself and wearing such skimpy clothes when meeting a stranger was not something Susan ever did. Reluctantly she slowly changed until she stood frozen in front of a long mirror.
She was utterly flabbergasted. Her first impulse was to run; escape the drastic situation before something really terrible happened. Suddenly she wondered about meeting Sarge and letting him see her wearing only a swimsuit. 'Oh gawd,' she thought. 'What will I do if he actually tries something? What if he tries to feel me up... and tries to force himself on me,' she wondered?
'No,' she thought staring at her reflection in the mirror. 'Go ahead. Ogle me you bastard... you won't get any.' Suddenly she felt a quick shot of adrenaline and summoned the courage to continue. 'I'll show you... you bugger. You don't know who you're dealing with,' Susan whispered feeling very confident about handling any situation.
Slowly and taking one deliberate step at a time, she returned to the master bedroom. Susan peered around the doorway and into the room. Then she stood in the middle of the double doorway and let Sarge see her scantily clad body. The entire room was eerily quiet when she slowly walked across what seemed like the widest room. Finally she had to divert her eyes from the most compelling eyes she had ever looked into.
Sarge's eyes bulged, as he stared at the luscious woman, and he contemplated his next move. Suddenly he threw caution to the wind and acted on impulse. Susan was only a couple of feet from the hot tub when Sarge jumped to his feet. His sudden act stopped her immediately and she stood frozen with her mouth wide open. She was a strong woman. A woman who knew what the world was all about but suddenly her mind was too confused to react. There was too much indecision for her to move a muscle and she stood absolutely motionless.
Sarge slowly stepped out of the hot water and stood a mere foot in front of her bewildered eyes. Susan stared and felt her face become flushed and inflamed. When the tall, imposing naked African spoke, she flinched and felt her body going limp. "You won't need that. You don't have to be modest in my home," Sarge whispered. "Here... let me get rid of this useless bathing suit."
His hands moved and she remained petrified. Susan was a very attractive and seductive woman and she was well aware of what her sexy appearance did to men. She was experienced at rebuffing a man's crude demeanor but suddenly she didn't know what to do.
She felt her bikini top being loosened and gasped for air when Sarge tossed it into the hot water. Susan's eyes widened as she watched the material slowly grow dark and wet. Then her heart beat out of control when she felt his fingers on her waist and suddenly he slowly rolled the skimpy bikini-bottoms down her frozen legs. Susan was completely amazed when she obediently stepped out of the bikini and let Sarge put the soft material to his cheek. He sniffed the heavenly scent and gave the shivering woman the biggest smile.
All of a sudden the shock of what was about to happen hit her hard, harder and with more conviction than anything in her life. "Oh my gawd... you're going to fuck me. We are going to fuck," she moaned with a most desperate plea. She stared into the dark, commanding eyes and saw the truth. "Oh please, you can't. Please, no! I've never been with another man... only my husband."
Sarge could see she was not going to run or even fight. "You have nice tits. Even nicer tits than your sister's," Sarge whispered. "Have you ever been fucked... by a big, black cock?"
Her eyes fluttered and slowly shifted to the biggest cock she had ever seen. Suddenly he grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her into his muscular body. "Dear gawd... you can't do this. My husband... he is fixed. I can't get pregnant because he had a vasectomy," she pleaded.
Suddenly she found the courage to tear her focus from Sarge's stellar manhood. "You're going to fuck me... aren't you?" Susan arched her back in an effort to keep her hips away from Sarge and she stared into his dark, magnetic eyes once again. Her dilemma grew worse when she felt the long, burning shaft scorch her tender flesh. "Oh dear gawd... it's touching me. Your penis... I've never touched another man... never... never."
Sarge grinned at her fruitless efforts. He thrust his hips forward and then he grabbed her luscious ass cheeks, squeezing hard so that her hips shot forward. "No... no, dear gawd, no! It's so big... your cock is on my tummy."
Sarge was in his glory. "Feel it. Go ahead... put your hand on my cock. Feel the black cock that will soon be inside your belly," he said with the most demanding tone. "I said... put your hand on the black cock that is goin' to be in your belly!"
She wanted to struggle but surrender was far too daunting. Susan's hand thrust between the tightly compressed bodies until her dainty fingers felt the burning rod. She almost hyperventilated when her fingers closed around the thick penis and it was all she could do to keep breathing properly.
"Sweetheart! You can still stop it. You can keep my cock out of your sweet cunt... just by begging me to stop," Sarge hissed.
He was giving her a chance and she should beg him to stop, she reasoned. Suddenly her fingers squeezed hard, and harder, too afraid to let go. The shame of what she was doing spread through her entire body but still her fingers clutched the enlarged pecker. Then her head started to spin out of control.
"Rub it all over... all over your belly. Show Sarge where you want his black cock."
There was no reason to comply but Susan shivered when her hand started rubbing his inflamed penis all over her smooth, flat stomach. Suddenly her feet were moving. She was all the way across the room before she was aware the bed was near.
Sarge put his big hands on her boobs, fondling them like he was a teenager, but Susan remained motionless and proud. "Oh my, my gawd... you're hurting my nipples. Pinching my nipples... hurting them." The pain should have spurred her to action but for some strange reason she relished Sarge's rough treatment. Susan deemed it just punishment for all the guilt that filled her distraught mind for what was happening.
Somehow she found the strength to remain on her feet but her heart beat so fast her head got dizzy. Suddenly his lips were on her face, kissing her flushed cheeks and then her ear. "I want to hear it... beg. Beg for it, sweetheart!"
Susan opened her mouth and she fought for more air. She was determined not to say anything but Sarge struck fast. All of a sudden his sharp teeth closed on her ear lobe and he bit down hard. Susan was positive her ear had been severed and the brutal pain robbed all of her reasoning and logic. Her instincts screamed that she would be raped but for some strange reason she couldn't struggle.
When she started talking, Susan was not aware of anything but the promise of the ultimate fulfillment. "Do it. Go ahead... take me. Do it to me," she moaned with growing desperation. "Fuck me... you bastard. Go ahead and rape me."
Sarge let his mouth relax enough so that his teeth didn't bite so hard. "Say it. Say it... or else!" He grabbed her hair with his big hand and yanked hard enough to jerk her head back and forth indicating he wanted her to respond.
"Dear gawd. I can feel it... touching me. Fuck me with your black prick," she shouted. "Put your big cock in my belly... do it to me!"
Her Irish-catholic background was forgotten. Her religious upbringing was forgotten and Susan reasoned that she was possessed by the devil. "Oh gawd... I'm creaming. I can't stop... gawd, please put it in... inside my belly. Do it... do it now, you bastard," she wailed. "Fuck me... you black bastard. Make me your white whore... just like you did Marie. Do it!"
Sarge literally threw her onto the bed. Susan landed flat on her back but she somehow kept her legs spread wide enabling Sarge to kneel between them. Her eyes were wide open and they were glazed over with the sight of impending doom. Sarge's powerful body slithered forward and his upper torso dropped over her chest. The head of his cock was between her thighs and right next to her vulnerable crotch, which made Susan squirm. Then he rubbed the wet head all over her pelvis and threatened to push it into her wet opening.
Susan could not remember her body being so inflamed and so filled with animal lust. She rolled her head side-to-side fraught with the possibility Sarge wouldn't do it. All of sudden she felt something big and menacing push between her delicate pussy lips. She stopped breathing and promised not to take another breath until the African had violated her soul.
Sarge was afraid of hurting her, as Susan seemed delicate and sophisticated. He stared at her agonizing face and realized her beauty was astounding. Susan cried and pleaded with him to stop but her actions betrayed everything she said. Sarge noticed her arms were around his waist and her fingers were squeezing his behind. She pulled his hips downward and into her thrashing body. Suddenly he realized Susan wanted more... more of his black pecker.
Sarge rammed his hips downward with the power of a madman. He entered Susan's virgin sanctuary with one powerful thrust and she was frantic. She clung to him giving every indication that she was experiencing an earth-shaking orgasm. Her teeth were next to his bare shoulder and she bite him hard. The sharp pain was fleeting but threatened to rob his remaining willpower.
The heat was intense and quickly became unbearable and Sarge wondered if his stamina could survive for long. He wittingly regained control over his breathing and quickly thrust his hips into her widespread thighs. Sarge curved his body enough so he could look down and he noticed that barely a few inches of his cock was inside the heated woman.
Sarge pulled backwards, pausing with only the fat head inserted into the volcanic pit. Then he thrust one more time. Sarge heard a shrill scream and it was the music of lust to his ears.
When his cock went through her tender cervix, Susan's civilized world came crashing down. She felt his ramrod spread her soul. Suddenly surrendering her spirit to the African god was the only solution and Susan let go. Her womanly juices flowed freely and Susan had never felt so liberated.
There was nothing in the world she wanted more than being Sarge's white slave. "Sweet Jesus. When Marie told me... about having sex with an African... I never thought it would happen to me," she whispered with a long overdue contentment. "Dear gawd... you own me. But you know that... don't you?"
Sarge smiled at the pretty woman. "You stay with me. You will be my mistress... my woman," he whispered having a hard time talking. "The others will stay in the village... wait for baby. You will live in my home. We fuck. We fuck every day."
All of a sudden his hips jerked out of control. Susan felt his random thrusts and pumps and she realized what was happening. It should have been the most traumatic moment of her life and it was. But not for the proper reasons, as she clung to Sarge knowing his seed was filling her fertile womb. Sarge's sporadic jerks continued forever and Susan wondered if his climax would ever end.
Susan felt like a little schoolgirl again. Sarge's cock rubbed against her body, touching her everywhere except where she craved. All of a sudden she felt a very familiar tremor rocket through her loins and Susan realized that it was a prelude for more ecstasy. Whenever these tremors happened, she could never wait. She put her legs around Sarge's thick leg and tried to hold his muscular thigh tightly against her crotch.
Sarge glanced at her twisting body and noticed Susan humping his leg. He could feel her immense wetness rubbing against his upper thigh so he pushed hard. His thigh pressed the pink petals open and exposed the most cherished bud. Sarge didn't mind Susan climaxing so fast because he knew she was only building to a higher pinnacle of lust. Her hips thrust and jerked against his thigh and then he needed fulfillment.
This time he didn't care if he hurt her. Sarge understood Susan's desperation and need for uninhibited sex. He pushed her onto her back and grabbed her wrists with his powerful hands. Sarge stretched her arms upward, as far as possible, and he wanted Susan to know he was her black master.
It quickly turned into a stimulating game. Sarge attacked and kept trying to kiss her, as her head twisted and turned, trying to evade his mouth. Susan struggled with much determination to indicate she was fighting his apparent unwanted caresses. Sarge held her arms, pinned and outstretched far above her head, as he continued the game with her flat on her back.
Susan squirmed and turned her head side-to-side pretending to struggle harder. He kissed her lips every time her head turned and then he kissed her cheek and neck. Susan squirmed again and her head came forward enabling him to kiss her on the lips in a most demanding fashion.
Each played the erotic game and it filled both with intense desire. Susan kept twisting her head and suddenly Sarge used his tongue. He licked her face, her lips, her nose, and then her ears until she was overheated. Suddenly her head turned sideways again and Sarge held her still by biting her ear. "Open legs. Open your legs so I can put my black cock into your little, white pussy," he hissed through his teeth, as they bite down hard on her ear. "That's it, baby... can you feel it? My hard cock... as it goes into your cunt?"
All of her life, Susan was reserved and seemed to hold something back. Suddenly there were no barriers or no holding back. Her breathing was extremely uneven, and ragged, and she feared fainting if she didn't let go. His black knob pushed her control button and her loving juices coated Sarge's big penis. Sarge let go of her ear realizing there was no need for any more force. He pumped wildly and pretended he was an untamed dog.
The night was never-ending. Susan lost count. Was it three, four or even five? How many times had she experienced an orgasm with her black god within such a short time span? There was nothing left, she reasoned, as her entire body felt totally exhausted. Suddenly his lips were touching her. Kissing her soft, velvety flesh around her quivering tummy and then lower until his tongue lashed out. Suddenly Susan realized the night wasn't over.
Sarge reassured Susan every chance he got that her sister was very safe and sound. "You need not worry. Nia will take good care of Marie," he explained. "Nia can be trusted and she fully understands that nothing should happen to your sister. I will take you to visit whenever you wish."
He knew Susan came to Africa to specifically ensure her baby sister was well looked after. Marie Kelly would have the baby and then she would release a news bulletin, saying she had adopted a foreign baby. "Not to worry. I will drive you to the village... every few days to visit. You can see that she is very comfortable... no harm will come to your sister."
Susan felt somewhat guilty for putting her own pleasures before Marie's, but Sarge's reasoning sounded too good to refute. She was on pins and needles every day when Sarge was at work but that was quickly replaced by pricks and penises when he returned. Susan wondered how she would ever explain things to her family. There was no doubt in her mind that soon she would be in the same quandary as Marie. What amazed Susan most was the fact she felt the immense guilt but still she craved intercourse with the African man.
Time seemed to stand still for Susan, but yet, the days flew by in a hurry. One quiet afternoon when she was all by herself, Susan contemplated the events that had transpired since her arrival in the African city. Sarge wasn't due home for at least another hour and she tried to remember the past two months.
Susan remembered how it all started. Her sister prepared and warned her about Sarge, but all of Marie's warnings fell on deaf ears. Sarge had deviously gained complete control over Susan and she couldn't remember feeling so emotional towards any man. Then she thought of that first night alone with Sarge. A violent shiver shot through her entire body when she visualized coming into the master bedroom that first Monday night.
Images of Sarge sitting in the hot tub flashed through her head and then she remembered the most shocking event in her 30 plus years. Sarge stood up, boldly displaying his heralded manhood and she felt like a woman again. Susan could still remember how her legs vibrated and threatened to collapse right in front of the naked man.
Slowly and precisely Susan imagined what happened after that. She never resisted or made one move to stop the man. Sarge stripped her bikini and left her nude and shivering. Then he shuffled her towards the bed and again she made no move to stop the man. She pictured him throwing her onto the bed and then crouching between her widespread legs. Even now her breathing grew uneven when she imagined Sarge's enlarged penis rubbing against her crotch.
Susan was happy and sad at the same time. The most overbearing thing was Sarge's astute control, as he threatened to ravage her, but she still didn't move. Suddenly she vaguely remembered pleading with Sarge not to do it because she was vulnerable but he merely laughed at her silly innocence. Susan could still see how he put the flared head of his black cock at her opening and how he slowly and deliberately shoved it all the way inside her being. She was no longer a white, upstanding catholic from America, but a woman who wanted something so badly she would sacrifice her spirit.
The memory was vivid and very real. She felt his cock slide deeper, deeper until it hit her delicate cervix. Suddenly she knew the sacrifice was worth it. 'Yes,' she deemed. 'He fucked me that first night... and now I am a slave to his manly power.'
All of a sudden there was a familiar twinge deep inside her tummy. There was no need to fret or worry anymore. She was pregnant, that she was certain. That knowledge sent shivers of extreme doubt through her mind, but Sarge quickly reassured her that everything was all right.
Susan glanced at her watch and noticed she still had time to dream. Suddenly she imagined the first visit to the village and it became more livid by the second. Sarge took her there in his limo and her sister knew something was amiss, as soon as Susan got out of the car. She remembered Marie staring into her glassy eyes and obviously noticing her total fulfillment. That was when Susan realized her sister could know the truth before anything was said.
The ensuing conversation was one that Susan would remember word for word. Her eyes had filled with tears on that fateful day because of the intense guilt feelings.
"Susan! You did it... didn't you? You had sex with him?"
Susan stood in front of her sister unable to say anything.
"Well... well?" Marie had whispered insisting her sister tell her the truth.
It took forever for Susan to break her silence. "Oh gawd, I'm so sorry. It happened... just happened."
The shame had grown when she tried explaining things to her sister. "We were in his house... then it just happened."
"But I warned you. I warned you Susan... that he was unscrupulous... evil," Marie told her that afternoon. Then like a miracle between two loving sisters, they fell into each other's arms and hugged for the longest time.
Susan felt much better today than she did back then. Marie fully accepted what had happened after she explained everything. Even now she trembled with her revelations to her sister. "He's a good man. You don't know him... Sarge is really good to me," Susan told Marie that day. "He treats me with respect... dignity. He is the kindest man I have ever known."
Everything had been put out in the open but Marie still had some unanswered questions. "What are you going to tell... your girls... your husband?"
"Gawd, my girls are away at college and hardly ever make it home; every other weekend if they're lucky. You don't know what's it like when kids leave the nest... they don't need Mom anymore. And Andy... well... he's been screwing his secretary for two years. I didn't say anything... I was too ashamed. You know that blonde bimbo... with the fake tits and big ass."
Telling her sister the truth had been the biggest relief. The rest of that first visit had been pleasurable and so was each succeeding visit. Sarge faithfully took Susan to visit Marie and she looked forward to each visit. Suddenly Susan was full of extreme excitement because soon she would have startling news to tell Marie.
All of a sudden someone at the door interrupted her daydreams. Sarge entered and her dreams were forgotten. He slowly walked across the room staring intently at her beautiful smile, which seemed to be on her face whenever he was around. He walked right up to Susan and took both of her dainty hands in his, holding her at arms length before swooping in for a kiss.
Susan didn't hesitate or hold back. She let Sarge take her by the hand and lead her up the long set of stairs. It was almost like teenage lovers who couldn't get enough of each other, as they entered the dimly lit bedroom. A scenic movie of what happened would have depicted a fully clothed couple entering. Within seconds there was a naked black man and white woman locked in erotic bliss and it was very apparent that the man was fully aroused.
To be continued
Editor's note: At the request of KC's fans, she has added a new chapter about Michelle and her new life in Africa
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