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Michelle's Story - 3
by Dawn1958 (dawnharvey1958@hotmail.com)
***
Michelle's African trip is more eventful by the day.
She is under Sarge's complete control and he enjoys
making her his sex slave. (MFFf, nc, mc, blkmail, intr)
***
Author Notes: Please email me with your comments or
suggestions, as I appreciate readers when they take the
time to email. This short story was written for a
special person and I hope these fantasies excite and
satisfy her.
I receive many requests from loyal readers to do
stories for them but it takes me weeks to do a story
properly. After receiving this request from Michelle, I
decided to try doing a real short story for her and see
if it comes off okay. See what you think.
***
Chapter 3
The week began at a furious pace. Elections happened
with Sarge ensuring Rodney saw only what the junta
wanted him to see. Rodney was obligated to observe all
polling stations and he had to confirm that everything
was conducted according to international protocol.
Sarge kept him occupied many hours a day in the capital
city before they were scheduled to visit some outlying
villages. Things were done merely for appearances sake,
as the election outcome was really a foregone
conclusion. The international community reasoned that
the country was more democratic but most of the tribal
people still lived under strict, dictator rule.
Rodney was extremely relieved when Sarge told him about
the plan to inspect polling stations in remote villages
near the capital. "Capital city is done. Now we go
villages... one is village where I come from," Sarge
informed Rodney. "Not take long... we check election
stations. Wife come too... Michelle needs to see
country... visit real people."
It seemed like an eternity since Rodney had seen
Michelle. He longed for her every waking hour, overly
concerned about her safety. It was early in the morning
when the limo pulled up at the hotel to pickup Rodney
and the couple was finally together again. When the
backdoor opened and he saw his wife, Rodney felt the
biggest wave of relief.
Rodney quickly got into the limo and he put his arm
around Michelle's shoulders, hugging her close. "I've
missed you... but I fully understand. You don't have a
choice... so let's do whatever the bastard wants. Then
maybe he will let us go," he whispered. "I guess we are
making a visit to a small village... the one that
Sarge, himself, comes from."
Sarge didn't tell Rodney much other than they were
going to the village where he was raised. The visit was
planned to coincide with Rodney's election scrutiny so
that he could ensure all the voting procedures were
carried out properly. They drove through the barren
countryside until the antiquated dwellings came into
view. Michelle cringed at the obvious poverty, as
nothing looked modern, from old, outdated automobiles
to ancient houses. The temperature was extremely hot
and there always seemed to be dust in the air.
The limo drove into what looked like the center of the
village, as there were many tribal men, women and
children mulling around a large statue. Sarge, along
with three of his security guards, got out of the car
and one of the guards escorted Rodney and Michelle out
into the bright sunshine. Michelle licked her lips
trying to freshen them from the parched air. She
glanced around noting that most of the men wore scant
clothing designed for the hot weather and the women
wore long dresses that were mere wraps of bright
colored cloth.
Without much ado, Sarge ushered the couple to a
building next to the village square. "This is where we
voted... please go over everything. The voting slips
are in that metal box over there," he said waving his
hand at a large container sitting on a table. "It will
take you an hour or two to check... check everything.
See if all was done according to American standards."
Then Sarge led Michelle and a small group to another
building leaving Rodney to do his work. There was a
small gathering sitting around a large table and the
table was set up with food galore. Everyone stopped
eating when Sarge entered with his guests. "This
beautiful woman is Michelle... and she will be our
guest," he said in his native dialect. "Please... sit
and let's eat."
Sarge directed Michelle to a seat and he sat down next
to her. Although she wasn't very hungry, Michelle tried
to put on a brave face. She slowly glanced around the
room, taking note of her surroundings. The table was
long and quite narrow and the top was covered with
various local foods. Besides Sarge and herself, there
was an elder who appeared to be head of the village.
Also sitting at the table were a half dozen young men
who looked like tribal warriors. She looked closer at
the men and noted that three of them were dressed
differently than the other three. Also the three were
definitely a little older plus they had numerous
tattoos covering their bodies whereas the younger three
were clean-shaven without any body markings.
Sarge noticed Michelle looking around so he decided to
explain a few things. "The older gentleman is Zuberi
and he is the chief... leader of our tribe. We are the
highest-ranking tribe in the country and all of the
political leaders come from our village. The
experienced, most trusted men of the tribe are sitting
on Zuberi's right and they are full-fledged warriors of
the tribe. The others are almost ready... and they will
be initiated, as true warriors this week. It is a
special ceremony and one that you American's would find
interesting," Sarge said with a devilish wink.
He looked at the beautiful woman with a wide, knowing
smile covering his ruggedly handsome face. The food was
passed around the table and Michelle reluctantly took
some fruit and bread so as not to offend anyone. After
what seemed like an eternity, she started to relax a
little and felt slightly more comfortable. Then a glass
with a reddish drink was passed to her, which at first
taste seemed very sweet, but tasteful. Sarge encouraged
her to drink and even toasted her a couple of times but
Michelle found nothing strange about his actions.
Another hour passed and suddenly Sarge whispered at
her. "I must go... Rodney should be almost done his
inspection," he said. Sarge stood to leave and sternly
motioned for Michelle to remain seated. "You enjoy
Zuberi's company. You know... these men consider you a
goddess... a true African goddess. And they deem it the
highest honor to be with you... in your presence."
Michelle didn't want to stay in the strange room but
she didn't have enough courage to refuse Sarge's
request. Even though she hated the man, she felt a pang
of anxiety when Sarge departed leaving her with his
tribal friends. All of the men continued to talk loud
and boisterous while she tried to be as inconspicuous
as possible. It seemed quite natural to pick away at
the fresh fruit and sip from her glass, which seemed to
mysteriously fill-up all the time.
The sound of a car's engine sent a shiver of panic up
her spine. Michelle quickly stood up to look out a
window and she noticed Rodney, Sarge and his guards
getting into the limousine. Everything got very quiet,
as she watched the car drive away in a trail of dust.
Michelle desperately wanted to run after it knowing she
was in a dire situation. She stood near the window with
all of the men around her and each warrior had a big
grin on his dark, rugged face.
All of a sudden Zuberi took her arm and led her away.
Her legs wobbled so bad that Michelle had a hard time
walking, as the elder ushered her into another room of
the African abode. A thousand frightening things were
running through her head and it all made her totally
confused and bewildered. She was in a rural African
village with men and women who didn't speak English and
she didn't know any of them.
Zuberi took her into a room, which looked neat, but it
was extremely hot and dry. Michelle looked through
teary eyes at a large wooden table, which was fully set
up for some kind of celebration. There were four women
standing at a stove in one corner of the room; three
kids that appeared to be teenagers sitting against one
wall, and two small children were playing on the floor.
It all appeared like a large, family get-together but
Michelle didn't feel like being friendly.
Her initial urge was to run or put up a fight. Suddenly
she determined that any resistance would do no good.
Michelle grudgingly allowed Zuberi to sit her down at
the table and quickly all the seats were taken by the
same bunch of nearly naked warriors who she met
earlier. The three older tribal warriors sat across
from her and Michelle noticed Zuberi had taken his
rightful place at the head of the table. Then everyone
started talking at once and it was all a foreign
language to her so nothing made sense. It was a matter
of her reading the crude gestures and Michelle quickly
determined that they were going to eat.
Michelle followed the lead of the three men across from
her and ate what they ate, although not as much. The
native food of the villagers was completely unfamiliar
to her and her stomach felt queasy eating such strange
food. One, and then another, of the men would make
gestures that she try certain items and they rubbed
their tummy's indicating the food was very tasty.
Suddenly one of the men motioned for her to take a
drink and Michelle followed his directions. The drink
looked very similar to the one she had earlier and she
really didn't think anything strange about a slightly
different taste. It actually quenched her thirst for
the time being so she drank with a thirst from the
desert-like air.
The meal lasted for the longest time and then everyone
started getting up from the table. Michelle suddenly
realized a dilemma so extreme she almost passed out.
When she tried to stand, her legs were entirely
uncooperative. It was like standing on rubber limbs and
buckling knees. Instantly she realized the drinks were
most likely drugged. Nothing seemed funny, but she
found herself laughing even though her mind was in
great turmoil.
Zuberi sat back down in his royal chair and watched
with a grin of approval on his excited face. He shouted
orders to everyone. Swiftly, all the younger men who
were not old enough or experienced enough to be true
warriors were forced to leave the room. Also, all of
the women and children were ordered to leave which left
only a handful of men with Michelle in the sweltering
room.
One of the strong warriors, who had many tattoos on his
muscular body, put his strong arm around her waist and
held her steady. To her utter dismay, Michelle didn't
even protest when she felt her clothing being removed.
All she could do was stand upright in the man's arms
until every item of clothing was stripped from her
glowing body.
Completely naked and in a strange African village,
Michelle felt a weird shiver of panic shoot through her
body. She could see, but everything was hazy and
completely out of focus. Michelle had never used drugs
but if she had, she deemed this was what she would feel
like. Her head spun crazily and although she was aware
that things were wrong, very wrong, everything seemed
perfectly all right for the moment.
Slowly her head rolled and sort of dropped down so that
she could watch a black, rugged face swoop to her
chest. She marveled at how white the man's teeth were
and suddenly they surrounded her swollen nipple. All of
a sudden another even blacker face was next to her
pearly white skin and the man's mouth started sucking
her other breast, as if he was a hungry baby.
Michelle fully understood. She didn't desire the two
Africans to molest her boobs, but yet, she pushed her
chest outward so it was easier for them to caress her
aching nipples. Suddenly sharp teeth were caressing her
buds. "Yes," she hissed. They were biting her hardened
nipples yet she wanted them to hurt her. All of a
sudden she felt something pushing between her legs.
Every common sense and moral fiber in her body screamed
for her to stop and keep her legs together. Then a foul
smelling man put his mouth on hers and kissed her hard.
His large, thick tongue pushed between her lips and she
felt like he was going to devour her soul. Without any
remorse or shame, Michelle spread her legs knowing what
to expect. The eccentric drugs had made her mind
willing and more than ready.
When the flared head of the warrior's manhood pushed
against her wetness, Michelle rammed her hips backward
at the man. She felt his spear going into her soul and
the drugs urged her onward. Harder she pushed back
feeling the thick shaft rake across her tender G-spot.
She pushed harder until she felt the bulbous head
spread her cervix but still she needed more.
Michelle used all her strength to embed the entire
African cock and she wasn't satisfied until it filled
her womb with searing cum. The molten lava felt as hot
as the desert air yet she yearned to be an African
slave. Michelle was unable to stop her hips gyrating
madly and the trusted warrior was in tribal heaven. He
felt his heart beating so fast that he was overpowered
with a feeling of strength. The elder warrior fucked
the white goddess knowing his tribal brothers would be
next.
Sarge had told Zuberi and the rest of the tribal
council about the sacred goddess but they never
imagined someone so divine... and so passionate. The
warrior felt the tightest vagina squeezing every last
drop of virile semen from his loins and he was
reluctant to have the illustrious affair come to an
end.
All of a sudden his tribal brother roughly pulled the
warrior from the goddess because it was his turn.
Michelle rewarded the most elite warriors of the tribe
even though she was unaware of what she was doing. She
would never believe the fact her body never stopped
moving or going through wild contortions, as the men
filled her most intimate being with black demons.
Someone literally poured more liquid down Michelle's
throat and she drank not knowing the drugs would keep
her a willing slave to anyone who needed her.
The third privileged warrior fucked the sexiest white
woman who ever visited their primal village, but it
would be their chief who would end the affair. Zuberi
experienced that old flame in his belly watching
Michelle. He was much older and wiser. Zuberi took his
time and he made sure to caress every intimate area of
Michelle's body. His tongue was like sandpaper and he
licked her boobs all over while paying particular
attention to the large, brownish tips.
When he licked her nipples, Michelle's body went into
overdrive. She pushed her chest at the hungry mouth and
pulled Zuberi's head hard so that he sucked her nipple
into his burning mouth. He slowly caressed each bud,
which drove his white goddess crazy with lust. Through
glazed eyes, Michelle saw the large, black man hovering
over her sprawled body knowing what he planned.
Zuberi rolled on top of her thrashing torso and
Michelle obediently opened her legs, as wide as she
could. She felt his masculine hips drop between her
limbs and she waited. His teasing continued and Zuberi
took the willing woman higher into an elevated level of
desire. He rubbed his pecker all over her tummy, then
between her legs but not touching her wetness.
For the first time in Michelle's life, her mind was
fully captivated by eccentric, altering drugs. She
wondered why the African elder didn't take her and
wondered if she was doing something wrong? She clutched
his sweating torso desperately and tried harder to show
Zuberi that she lusted for his virility.
All of a sudden she felt his hot poker press against
her heart. The man's cock paused at the opening before
suddenly prying the soaked labia apart. Slowly Zuberi
pushed one inch inside the hottest cavity. Then he
pushed another inch, and another inch, until over half
of his pulsating cock was covered with sticky cream.
Zuberi knew he wasn't the first but he really didn't
care. The inferno quickly made his temperature rise
skyward matching the outside desert heat.
Michelle cried, she moaned, and she pleaded for Zuberi
to take her ravenous body. When the head of his massive
cock touched her delicate cervix, Michelle's heart beat
out of control but her breathing stopped. She vowed not
to take another breath until he stabbed her, so she
thrust madly upward at the man. His cock pierced her
battered cervix like an arrow and she let out a little
gasp.
Then Zuberi rammed his hips downward so hard they
pounded Michelle's ass into the hard wood of the
makeshift bed. With his cock buried to the hilt, Zuberi
relished the most wonderful sensations filling his
lust-filled head. Suddenly Michelle could breathe again
and she gasped for as much air as she could get into
her lungs. She didn't even realize they were lying on
hardwood, as the powerful African made the civilized
white woman his special prize.
Zuberi fucked Michelle who was graciously given to his
tribe by his devoted brother, Sarge. None of Zuberi's
women acted like Michelle and none ever showed such
passion and desire. She matched his every thrust with
one of her own and the two sweaty pelvises pounded
together like sexual magic. Zuberi could not remember
savoring anything so much, as he did Michelle, and he
decided that she deserved the ultimate privilege. He
would put her in the upcoming ceremony of virgin
princesses and Michelle would be beautified with
tattoos just like all honored women of his tribe.
Even after he experienced an orgasm of magnificent
proportions, Zuberi kept his enlarged penis inside
Michelle's inner being forever. Her body twitched and
went through intense spasms with the African cock
buried deep in her belly. With her head still confused
by the ingested drugs, Michelle was completely
oblivious to the fact that she was about to become an
honored member of Sarge's African tribe. It was now
late enough in the day that the sun had already dimmed
and the temperature had cooled.
***
Three young men were slated to become tribal warriors
and the next two days would be filled with ceremonies
and celebrations. Zuberi carefully gave the precise
instructions for the three weddings of the newly
anointed warriors, which were already scheduled for the
next afternoon. As chief, it was Zuberi's duty to
ensure all customs and rituals were carried out
properly. He also had a vested interest in the
proceedings because his oldest daughter, Thema was to
wed one of the new warriors.
Thema was the virgin princess chosen to marry the
highest regarded, new warrior of the tribe. Once the
elaborate ceremony was over, she would be tribal Queen.
The other two weddings would take place at the same
time and then the celebrations would begin. There would
be music from the tribal drums and everyone would drink
the sacred drink of the Gods. As Michelle already found
out, the African nectar contained drugs that did
strange things to a person's mind.
The festivities would last well into the night and then
the marriages would be consummated in a very normal
manner. The couples would go to bed and it was
considered the utmost honor if the young bride got
pregnant right away. Usually the elders stayed up late
trying to listen for the familiar sounds of the virgins
entering the maturity of womanhood.
The day after the wedding was the true test of inner
strength for any tribal warrior or woman. It was the
custom for all true warriors to have tattoos put on
their chest, arms and sometimes on their face depending
on the warrior's status. The man, who showed no pain
when the tattoos were cut into his flesh, would bring
honor to his entire family. The tattoos were not like
ones from Western society but rather they were African
scarifications. They used a razor-sharp knife to cut
the skin and then inserted a black pigment of wood ash
into the slit to form a raised tattoo when the cut
healed.
Tattoos were put on a woman for her quest of beauty.
Not all females were lucky enough to be scared and the
chief of the tribe selected only a few women. The chief
also picked the tattoos, as each one indicated a
particular status in the tribe. Zuberi had already
decided that Thema was of Queen class and she would
have the scarifications put on the side of her neck and
on a portion of her chest. The neck tattoo was the sign
of royalty and it would always be seen no matter what
the woman wore. The scar on the chest was the sign of
beauty and it was placed high on the left breast so
that when the woman aged and her boobs began to sag,
the tattoo still retained its native beauty.
***
Thema was excited yet still apprehensive about leaving
her childhood behind and entering the new chapter of
her life. She was in the next room when all the senior
warriors ravaged the white woman and she managed to
peek into the room a few times. Every time she saw
Michelle's nakedness, it sent a shiver of anxiety
through her lithe body. Thema wasn't sure what it
meant, but one thing she did know, she felt sympathy
for Michelle.
The picture of untamed lust and erotic bliss was etched
in her head. She witnessed glimpses of her big, tribal
brothers on top of the most ravishing woman she had
ever seen. It appeared to Thema that Michelle did not
struggle but rather she actually enjoyed the lewd
affair. The most profound aspect of it all was watching
the men fondle, caress and nibble on Michelle's
exceptional titties. All the women of Thema's tribe had
cone-shaped breasts with areolas and nipples that were
not too defined or outstanding.
The images were burnt into her head and Thema would
never get rid of the white tits being ravaged by black
men. The men eventually left Michelle's tattered and
abused body strewn on top of the makeshift bed and they
disappeared into the growing darkness of the evening.
The older women of the tribe suddenly appeared and
entered the room once the men departed. Thema listened
to the women talking about how they were going to
punish the white bitch who had brought dishonor to
their men.
The young Thema watched the women get Michelle to her
feet, still naked and covered with sweaty moisture.
They pushed and shoved the bewildered woman from one to
the other and the women made sure each one slapped
Michelle, as she neared. The gorgeous, white flesh
quickly turned a brilliant reddish color but Michelle
did not feel any pain. The foreign drugs still
controlled her mind and Michelle merely tried to keep
on her feet.
All of a sudden the young princess burst into the fray.
She spoke loud and clear in her native tongue. "Leave
her alone! All of you go... go now, or I'll punish each
and every one of you," Thema yelled at the older women
of her tribe. "Zuberi considers her a queen... so you
leave her alone. She will stay with me... go... go!"
The women, who were much older and supposedly wiser
than the young Thema, all knew their position in the
tribe. This young woman would soon be Queen and she was
of the highest order, being the daughter of their
chief. Thema had reached the age of maturity in their
African family and although the ceremony had not been
conducted, all the women knew Thema carried the
ultimate status of any woman.
Michelle didn't really know what had just happened, but
she was aware that this young woman holding her upright
did her an immense favor. For whatever reason, and one
she would never understand, Michelle fell against the
tall, slender African girl. There was just the two
women standing in the center of the room and suddenly
one was kissing the other. Thema felt the woman's lips
approach her own but she didn't move away. Then the hot
lips closed on her mouth and the woman's tongue pried
the virgin lips apart.
Thema could feel the intense heat of Michelle's naked
body burning through her clothes and it seemed entirely
natural to strip. There were four hands roaming all
over the youthful body until Thema was also totally
naked. The girl had no idea what to expect but she
readily understood whatever happened would be fantastic
and enjoyable. Her bullet-tits pressed into the softer,
much larger tits of the white woman and Thema had never
felt anything so incredible. The nipples seemed to
match in perfect harmony and Thema swore her nipples
throbbed madly from the innocent caresses.
Suddenly Thema had a hard time breathing. Her chest
heaved and she struggled to get enough air to clear her
head. And then it happened. A hand closed on top of her
raised pelvis and she felt the strongest obsession to
spread her legs. When she opened her legs, the dainty
fingers slipped into her wetness and Thema prayed for
heavenly intervention. She was still hoping to stop
what was happening but suddenly a finger separated the
puffy lips covering her precious gem. When the finger
pressed on the tiny clitoris, the top of Thema's head
exploded. She had no idea what was happening, as the
juices poured from her inner being like an
uncontrollable fountain.
She was still standing but her legs threatened to give
way at any time. Then Michelle's finger slipped into
the tight opening, and all hope was lost for the young
virgin. She felt the finger slip deeper into her honey-
hole and suddenly caress her G-spot like a spiritual
angel. The orgasm kept growing and getting bigger with
each new caress. Michelle started finger-fucking the
young girl but making sure not to cause irreparable
damage.
Thema threw herself at the white woman knowing she
could trust her. Michelle nibbled on Thema's ear and
whispered sweet nothings to her, knowing the girl could
not understand what she said. Then she used her tongue
to show Thema what love was really like and her finger
never stopped moving.
The two women fell on the messy, makeshift bed not
wanting to stop. There was nothing tame or civilized
about the kiss that ensued. It turned into the most
heated kiss between two loving women and each took
turns stabbing the other with their tongue. Michelle
suddenly realized that lust was the same in Africa as
it was in America. The night was everlasting and they
stayed locked in each other's arms for many hours.
Thema thought she had found the pot of gold at the end
of the rainbow but she was totally mistaken. As
unbelievable as it seemed in the beginning, Thema
experienced a second orgasm when Michelle finger-fucked
her when they lay on the bed. Then the young girl found
great pleasure in reciprocating and watching the grown
woman go through the throes of an earth-shaking climax.
The young African had never witnessed anything so
erotic or hypnotic in her life.
When Michelle slowly started kissing the young African
all over, the girl laid back relishing the intense
caresses. All of a sudden the burning lips found
Thema's flat tummy and she felt short, swift
convulsions rocket through her insides. Then Michelle's
tongue began caressing the tiny indent in her belly and
Thema wondered what was happening to her innocent body.
When the tip of Michelle's tongue swirled around and
through her belly button, Thema was unsure of what to
expect next.
Suddenly the woman's head dropped lower and Thema began
to shake out of control. Michelle's face was right over
the sparse hair on her pelvis and suddenly the woman's
tongue twirled through the curly hair. Then the burning
dart stroked her puffy labia and barely touched the tip
of her swollen clitoris. Thema's hips started to buck
uncontrollably knowing something out of this world was
about to happen.
Her heart raced and her complexion was fully flushed.
Suddenly Michelle rolled the clit with her tongue and
flicked it furiously with the tip of her tongue.
Thema's desperate fingers locked tightly into the
strands of Michelle's hair and she held on for dear
life. The instantaneous orgasm exploded like a gusher
and the girl realized she would never be the same. She
struggled to hold her legs apart so that Michelle could
have total freedom and every muscle in her lithe body
tensed from the intense orgasm.
Michelle could taste the tangy honey of the free
flowing pussy. She jammed her tongue at the pinkest
opening and put her fingers around the puffy clitoris
squeezing hard enough to make Thema cry out. The hair
on her head hurt from being pulled by the frantic girl
but Michelle did not let up. She fucked Thema with her
tongue and squeezed the bud with her fingers until the
last spasm rocked the girl's slender body.
***
The sun had not yet come up, so Thema still had
newfound territory to encounter. If she was to be Queen
of the tribe, she must be strong and overpowering.
Michelle's world continued on a torrid pace and Thema
set out to conquer the conqueror. She pushed the older,
wiser woman flat on her back and attacked with a
vengeance. Michelle tried, at first, to hold her at bay
but it did little good. Thema displayed overpowering
strength and superior determination. She slapped
Michelle's hands away from protecting her body and held
the older woman flat on her back.
Suddenly Michelle tried to sit up but Thema pushed her
back down. The young captor stared into Michelle's
bewildered eyes and her voice was low with a stern
tone. "You will be my slave... do what Thema wants. I
smell your scent... and it is like animal. An animal
that needs a master," she whispered. Michelle had no
idea what the girl said but Thema's eyes didn't leave
any doubt about who was in control.
In a matter of a brief moment, Michelle felt a familiar
rumbling from deep within. Then Thema held Michelle by
the wrists and stretched her arms out to their widest
reaches. Her face was a mere inch or two above
Michelle's and then she dipped lower. The kiss started
and Michelle quickly realized she had never been kissed
with such vigor or demanding passion. Thema even bit
her lip, and then her tongue, and then her lip again
until Michelle was positive she tasted blood.
All of a sudden the tiger was hungry for more blood.
She nibbled Michelle's delicate neck downward until her
strong teeth found a luscious breast. Michelle tried to
roll her torso and shoulders but the girl held her in
an iron grip with her arms still out to the sides. Then
her teeth closed on an upstanding nipple and the cry
was long and clear. Michelle begged the girl for mercy,
but then the pain was suddenly gone.
A coarse tongue raked her nipples one at a time until
Michelle no longer cried. Then the girl advanced
towards her ultimate goal. Her hungry mouth left a wet
trail downwards across the lower swell of Michelle's
titties and onto her tummy. The tip of Thema's tongue
darted across the burning flesh and found the coveted
belly button. She pretended to fuck the indented pit
with her tongue before leaving it soaked with saliva.
Michelle couldn't hold her hips still. Thema released
her wrists and even without the girl's prisoner-like
hold, Michelle held her arms fully outstretched.
Suddenly Thema dipped lower and began kissing her way
to the Promised Land. The feel of a totally shaven
pelvis was strangely alien and her tongue embraced the
baby-like flesh. Thema felt the womanly hips thrash and
thrust madly in her direction every time her tongue
threatened to open up Michelle's universe.
All of a sudden Michelle felt like a white slave whose
only purpose was to please her beautiful lioness. She
spread her legs wide showing her young lover that she
was ready. Suddenly the girl's tongue flicked the
presumed love-button a few times and made Michelle mew
like a little schoolgirl. Thema stared intently at the
throbbing clitoris mesmerized by the fact she could
make the woman shudder with the just tip of her tongue.
She was in tribal paradise lying between the shapely,
splayed legs of her gorgeous mentor.
With the accuracy of a guided missile, Thema rammed her
tongue into the prettiest, pink opening. Her sharp
fingers dug into Michelle's tender hips and Thema held
onto the vibrating hips with her strong hands.
Michelle's arms remained strewn out to the sides and
her fingertips dug into the closest material on the
messy bed. She marveled at her young African queen who
somehow knew what to do.
Thema slipped her long, slender finger into the soaked
hole and her tongue paid the ultimate homage to the
delicate clitoris. And then it happened! Thema's teeth
closed on the rosy bud and she bit down hard enough to
make the grown woman cry out. Her tongue pushed as hard
as it could on the portion of clit inside her mouth and
mashed the raw bud into the back of her teeth. Thema
rode her steed over the climatic mountaintop and
refused to let go. She kept rolling the clitoris with
her tongue and alternately pressing it hard against the
inside of her mouth.
The two obsessed women were oblivious to anyone
watching. Thema's young sister, Nia, was peeking around
the corner of the doorway at something that appeared
totally spellbinding. Much to her utter dismay, Nia
watched her big sister kissing, and even fondling the
strange white woman. Then Nia witnessed absolute animal
desire and untamed lust when her sister did something
out of the world of reality.
Unexpectedly there was a very brief moment of
recognition when Thema glanced towards a rustling noise
coming from across the room. She noticed her baby
sister and the little, devilish smile on Nia's pretty
face told it all. Thema could trust Nia to keep a
secret but it would come at a price.
***
The morning came and Michelle and Thema welcomed a
refreshing wash. Luckily, the house they were in had a
place out back where a person could wash and clean
their whole body. Even though Michelle could not speak
with Thema, they did seem to converse by using gestures
and simple implied sounds. Once they were refreshed,
Thema quickly dressed in her customary garb and turned
to assist Michelle.
Since her clothes were in total disarray from lying on
the floor all night, Thema did her best to help
Michelle get dressed so she looked proper. The girl
provided one of her own dresses and a practical pair of
sandals for Michelle to wear. Women of her tribe never
walked around unless they were fully clothed and Thema
didn't want the elders to see her white idol looking
improper. Thema's hands were extremely busy and after a
couple of not so innocent gropes, Michelle allowed the
girl to touch her all over.
When Thema spoke to her, it sounded loving and caring.
Although Michelle did not know what Thema was telling
her, she listened, as though she understood. "I will be
Queen today... and you will be my very own princess. I
love you... and you will stay with me until Sarge comes
for you," she whispered with Michelle only catching
Sarge's name. "He is leaving you in our village for one
week... then you go with him to the capital. He told us
you join African tribe... make you one of our village."
Michelle smiled at her young lover even though she
didn't have a clue what she was saying. All of a sudden
about six young girls, including Nia, burst into the
room. They all started jabbering and talking with
Thema. The young woman tried to keep them at a distance
but it was impossible because they all seemed so
enthusiastic. Michelle stood off to one side in a
bewildered, confused state watching all the hands and
arms waving at each other.
Nothing seemed to be settled but eventually all the
young girls departed except Nia who stood close to
Thema. The two whispered and then the young one seemed
to say something serious to Thema. Both girls kept
glancing at Michelle and it was quite obvious that they
were talking about her, which sent a shiver of panic
through Michelle.
With an abrupt turn and parting burst of fury, the
younger girl departed leaving Thema and Michelle alone
again. "You not worry... I protect you. I have to go
with chosen husband tonight... but I have made
arrangements for you," Thema whispered to her faithful
captive. "I become Queen tonight... and take husband...
Baako. But my little sister, Nia, will take care of
you. Oh gawd... I hope she not hurt you. She is so
jealous that I will be Queen... and she may not be
happy."
Thema rattled on and on trying to explain things but
not really getting much across. "Nia saw us... she
knows. I told her what happened... how wonderful it was
between us," she whispered. "I promised her that she
could have you... but only have you while I am with
Baako."
It didn't matter to either woman that they couldn't
understand each other. "Today is wedding... tomorrow is
ceremonial ritual. It is custom that I get tattoo to
show my royal status in the tribe," Thema said." Zuberi
has said that he will also mark you... because Sarge
says you to be shared by tribal warriors. But I will
make sure you drink... drink lots like last night so
you don't feel pain."
Michelle had no idea why she smiled at the girl or even
pretended that she was pleased with what Thema said.
Then the girl was leading the way outside and the day
commenced. Michelle had no alternative but to follow
and do whatever seemed natural, as she tried her best
to get through the day. She had no idea how long she
would be forced to stay in the remote village but there
seemed to be no way out without Sarge coming back for
her.
She watched the villagers setting up for what appeared
to be some kind of big celebration. Luckily, Thema
seemed to care about what happened so she kept checking
on her. As the day wore on, the heat got more intense
and Michelle could find no place to cool off. She vowed
not to drink or eat anything without knowing exactly
what it was, but her resolve quickly disappeared with
the intense heat of the day. When Thema brought her
drinks, Michelle drank them beginning to like the
refreshing taste of the African drink.
It was like one of those parties where a person sat
around all day sipping liquor, not realizing the
alcohol had an affect. The apparent festivity was
getting very near and Michelle decided to find a place
to rest. She started walking and suddenly realized her
legs didn't work properly. Then Thema was beside her
and Michelle looked at the gorgeous girl out of blurry,
fuzzy eyes. "You beautiful... and it is almost time for
me to get ready for ceremony. I have Nia come for
you... you stay with her until tomorrow," she
whispered.
Michelle could see Thema's puffy lips moving and knew
she was telling her something. "Nia has promised to
protect you... and not let anything happen to you,"
Thema said. "You'll be safe with the girls... they
won't be involved in the ceremonies. Nia will make sure
none of those dirty elders get their hands on you."
Even though she didn't know what was said, Michelle
reasoned Thema was being kind to her. Thema refilled
Michelle's cup and encouraged her to keep drinking. All
of a sudden the young Nia appeared and grabbed
Michelle's hand. In a big rush, the girl pulled and
yanked on her arm until the two were on their way
through the village. All of a sudden, Nia rounded the
corner of a building, which was off to one side of the
village square, and they were met by a bunch of
squealing girls.
It was late in the day and thankfully past the hottest
time so the temperature was beginning to go down.
Michelle felt a little tipsy from all the drinks Thema
had given her and suddenly Nia thrust another cup into
her hands. The young girls all had cups and were
drinking with the commencement of the elaborate
weddings. Michelle was so panic-struck that she
unconsciously started drinking much faster than she
should have.
The group was gathered in a shady area under a few
small trees and out of immediate sight of all the
tribal elders. All of the girls tried to find a shady
spot and Nia let Michelle know exactly where to sit.
Michelle tried to get comfortable sitting cross-legged
on the ground and the young girl sat right next to her.
Nia was so close that her body touched Michelle but
there was no getting away from the purposeful contact.
The girls giggled in a childish manner, but it was very
evident which one of them was in-charge, as no one made
a noise when Nia spoke.
The proceedings took place near the ceremonial statue
in the village square and it all appeared extremely
interesting to Michelle who watched in awe, at first.
She had never witnessed anything like the African
ceremonies and she stared at the tribal weddings, as
they got underway. Nia seemed to move closer and
suddenly her arm was around her back pulling Michelle
into her youthful body. Michelle struggled not wanting
such intimate contact but something swiftly changed her
mind.
Nia put her face against the side of Michelle's
flustered face and said something. "You white whore...
you slave. I see when you have sex with Thema. You my
slave... Thema say I have you," she whispered. The
shock of hearing English come from her lips was totally
surprising to Michelle, as she thought no one spoke her
language. "You no fight... or else! I feed you to dogs.
I let dogs have white ass!"
Michelle's heart stopped and she stared into the girl's
dark, steely eyes. Nia didn't blink and the older woman
quickly realized the strong, hypnotic power that the
young African girl possessed. Michelle had no idea that
Nia had attended missionary camps and although she
didn't know perfect English, the girl did learn enough
to get her point across.
Nia's face slowly came forward and Michelle knew what
was going to happen. She sat frozen when Nia's lips
touched her own and didn't resist when the girl's
tongue gave her a jolt of electricity. Suddenly Nia
broke the kiss. "You drink... watch wedding. Then you
be mine," she said sending shivers of doubt through
Michelle's entire brain.
Michelle sat very still while looking across the square
at the first wedding. Nia put her own cup to the
woman's lips and demanded she drink. Michelle took many
swigs of the powerful aphrodisiac drink and then some
of the other girls followed their leaders wishes. They
also put their cups to Michelle's lips and held them so
high that some of the nectar spilled and ran down
Michelle's chin. It didn't take very long before her
head was spinning so fast it was hard to concentrate on
what was happening across the wide-open square.
First it was a young warrior getting married to a
youthful looking girl who Michelle thought might have
been sixteen years old. The second wedding was a young
warrior getting married to another, young virgin only
this girl was utterly the most innocent looking girl
Michelle had seen. Time seemed to float by and
eventually the last wedding took place.
There was a fire burning brightly in the center of the
square. By the time the second wedding finished, the
fire matched the color of the sunset, which blazed on
the horizon. Princess Thema looked like the most
ravishing African that Michelle had ever seen when she
stood up, proud and stately, in front of her father.
Zuberi conducted the ceremony of his young daughter
marrying the tribe's highest-ranking soldier and it
looked truly breath-taking.
***
The sun had already gone down when the drums started
beating with the commencement of the festivities to
celebrate the tribal wedding of Queen Thema. The group
of girls with their secret hostage still huddled in one
dark corner of the village square. They were long
forgotten by all the festive elders, and by this time,
even the devilish girls felt slightly affected by all
the African moonshine. Nia and her friends continued to
drink during the three weddings and openly managed to
coerce the frightened woman to consume even more than
they did.
Nia had a plan formulated in her mind and she was fully
confident that nothing could stop her. It was her goal
to control the white goddess so highly cherished by her
older sister. Nia wanted to control Michelle and
humiliate the mature, experienced woman to the point
where she would beg her for mercy.
All of a sudden Nia stood up and so did all of her
young friends. Michelle was somewhat bewildered when
Nia pulled her to her feet and she listened intently to
what the girl said even though she couldn't understand.
"She's mine... the white woman has been promised to me.
You can stay with us... but not touch until I say," Nia
said with a very stern tone. "Queen Thema has given her
slave to me... for the night. She will sleep with me.
It was voodoo... this woman and Thema... they act like
animals."
There was no doubt in any of the girl's minds that Nia
was their fearless leader. They stared with envy at the
wobbly woman who was being held on her feet by their
powerful friend. The drums beat rhythmic music and all
the grownups got thoroughly engrossed in the tribal
rituals, as the girls mulled around Michelle. Many
villagers danced around the ceremonial flames and Thema
and Baako sat together in the middle of a raised
platform while the other newly weds sat beside them.
Nia desperately wanted to take her slave to the privacy
of her home but the urge for power kept her in the
square. The scene was extremely surreal, as the
dazzling light from the fire danced and reflected off
the forgotten bystanders. The dark, satin skin of the
native girls looked beautiful but the glowing, white
skin shone with the brilliance of the full moon.
Michelle's flesh glistened with moisture and she
appeared like a real goddess to the young girls.
All the girls giggled when Nia proudly displayed her
absolute control. Suddenly she was the center of
attention. "I watched... I saw them together. Thema and
this white woman," she whispered with all her friends
listening intently to every word. "They touched each
other... there, and there," she said as she pointed to
another girl's breast and crotch.
The girls had never heard of anything so preposterous
but they were more than willing to learn more. Even in
Africa, they understood what happens when a person
drinks too much. At the moment, all the girls and
Michelle could be considered inebriated to the point
where they were not aware of their immediate
surroundings. All their inhibitions and reluctances
were gone, replaced by lustful anticipation and
expectations.
Michelle's vision was severely impaired and she tried
hard to stay on her feet. Nia sort of pushed her, as
she spoke to her friends, and Michelle rolled from one
girl to the next. The girls stood in a circle and
couldn't take their eyes off the beautiful white woman.
Nia was now a queen to her friends and they all looked
up to her. The young temptress grabbed the struggling
woman, as she was prodded around the circle, and she
purposely pulled the soft, cotton material down
Michelle's chest. This exposed Michelle's boobies to
the entire group and a sudden hush came over the girls
at the sight of unnatural beauty.
The young girls had never seen anything like it. All of
a sudden Nia's tongue felt thick and too dry to move.
She desperately wanted to lick her lips and simply
stood frozen when Michelle's staggering body fell
against her. The woman reached out to steady herself
and her arms went around the slender African princess.
Michelle was too groggy to know what was on the horizon
so she merely let things happen. Her mind was crazy
from drinking the vast amounts of African firewater but
no one cared about her drugged condition. She rolled
her head around and glanced downward just as the cloth
wrapped around her body was unwrapped. All the young
girls were speechless when their friend slowly walked
towards the nearest building, leaving all of Michelle's
clothing on the ground. They watched the firelight
reflect off the golden flesh and the seductive wiggle
of the white woman's butt made their eyes bulge.
Nia walked tall and proud, as she took the white
goddess by the hand and led her into a stable, which
housed only horses and various animals. She entered one
of the empty stalls and stopped on top of a pile of
straw. One of the girls had grabbed the discarded
clothes and tossed them over the rail of the stall.
Gasps of utter astonishment came from every girl when
their friend slowly took some horse blankets and used
them to cover the prickly straw. Their eyes got bigger
when Nia guided the white woman down to her knees and
pulled Michelle's face into her midsection.
All of a sudden the young girl fell to her knees so
that she faced the older woman. There was a drunken
smile on Michelle's radiant face and it seemed that she
was aware of what was happening. Then Nia put her hands
on the sides of Michelle's face and pulled forward. The
only noises in the stable were loud, heavy breathing
coming from the many overheated girls. Suddenly all
eyes grew wider when the two kissed, and then the rose-
colored lips started traveling up and down the
teenager's neck and face.
The girls moved closer and felt the intense heat
radiating from the couple. All of a sudden their
friend's small boobies were bared right before their
shocked faces. Michelle embraced the dark-skinned girl
and then they fell on top of the bed of straw. Hearts
raced out of control when the tender lips circled a
tiny nipple, as if searching for some kind of treasure,
and then swooped to the heart of Nia's essence.
The girl squealed like a little schoolgirl when her
tits were touched. Michelle's skilled fingers rolled
one tiny nipple around vigorously while sucking the
other deep into her mouth. She sucked the hardest
pebble and let her tongue stroke over the end ever so
softly, which made Nia's hips buck wildly on the
blanketed straw.
Michelle had a suspicion that she was doing something
wrong but it didn't stop her. Nia moaned and let out so
many cries that Michelle wondered if the girl was okay.
Then she leaned closer to Nia so she could whisper in
her ear. "Open legs, honey. Open your legs so momma can
feel your crotch," she said knowing the girl could
understand some English. "That's it, honey... open legs
and momma show you how real woman fucks."
All of a sudden Michelle was filled with the utmost
confidence. For once in her life, she was powerful and
seemed to be fully in-charge. Her drugged mind didn't
understand and it focused on the animal, which was in
her immediate grasp. 'This one can understand,'
Michelle whispered. 'This one knows what I am saying.'
Nia felt the desire to obey her white goddess so she
spread her legs. With the instincts of a possessed
mistress, Michelle raised her hand high. Then she
brought it down, as hard as she could, slapping the
upraised pelvis of the African princess. The fact the
girl was royalty and Thema's sister made Michelle feel
that much better about having control.
The resounding slap echoed throughout the barn and
Michelle held her fingers curved downward between the
splayed thighs. Playing little girl games, and
experimenting in the wilderness with one of her
girlfriends, didn't prepare Nia for what happened. The
skilled fingers pried the tightest pussy lips open
wide, and Michelle groped for the raised clitoris.
When Michelle's finger grazed the tip of Nia's clit,
the girl imagined the most explosive orgasm. Her
African juices started running immediately and
Michelle's fingers surrounded the tiny clit. Putting
the bud between her fingers only mesmerized all the
other girls, as they watched their dear friend go
through a blissful climax. Nia's ass bounced up and
down on the pile of straw and her friends noticed an
abundance of moisture between her legs.
Nia thrust her hips at Michelle knowing the woman would
take her through heaven and hell at the same time. When
she spied on her sister, Nia felt that something truly
wonderful had happened between Thema and Michelle. All
of a sudden she welcomed the reality of love. None of
the other girls knew what really happened but they all
dearly wanted to experience what their friend had just
gone through.
***
It happened so fast that Michelle never had the chance
to fret. She was pushed backwards so hard that she fell
onto her back on the prickly blanket. Her reign of
superiority was over in a heartbeat. Every girl was
naked by this time, and they all watched the sudden
turn of events, as Nia took control of the white
temptress.
All of a sudden the pack of wolves was turned loose.
Nia spoke loud and clear to her friends. "It is time...
you can play with my slave. But remember... Thema has
promised this woman to me!" Nia whispered the warning
to her over-excited friends and her face still showed
heightened desire. "Look at her... how she is overcome.
The drugs work wonders with white people... and she
will do anything... anything we ask."
The combination of fiery lust and too many drugs drove
each girl in search of something new and exciting.
Already thoroughly stimulated from watching Nia's
orgasm, the girls had some idea of what to do. Each
girl pushed and shoved until they were all touching,
caressing and even fondling the struggling woman.
Michelle's mind was foggy but she still comprehended
that she was in deep jeopardy. Suddenly Nia was in her
face. "You slave... you now be my slave," she
whispered. "Now my friends have you. They worship your
body... now they find out about sex."
The climax of the century had robbed every bit of Nia's
energy but she wouldn't need much. The girl laid beside
Michelle's head and she leaned forward putting her lips
on Michelle's relishing the warm, wonderful feeling of
a kiss. Nia put her hands around Michelle's flustered
face and continued to give the woman kisses all over.
Her face was burning up and Michelle struggled knowing
she was against many girls.
Determined to fight off the girls, Michelle tried to
sit up and she even tried using her arms to keep the
girls from fondling her. Nia's eyes opened wide in awe.
She watched the hungry pack of girls devour the white
flesh and Michelle looked like a rag doll. Michelle's
arms were totally useless, as they were flung out to
the sides, unable to stop the girls when they molested
her body.
There were five girls and each cordoned off a special
part of the woman's sexy body. Two lucky ones each had
one of Michelle's golden globes and they were
experimenting with their tongues and teeth. Nia watched
as one of her friends put her dark hands around a
titty, and cupping it into a cone-shape so that the
nipple stood out prominently. Then one of the other
girls did the same thing to Michelle's other breast.
Nia witnessed Michelle demise when her two friends each
gobbled a hardened nipple with their teeth. Michelle
used her hands in vain to shield her boobs but the
girls easily pushed her arms away. Nia wittingly
grabbed one arm putting it under her body, pinning the
struggling woman down.
Michelle was unable to kick or move her legs. There was
a girl holding each leg and suddenly the wolf was at
the door. The luckiest girl stared at the purest sight
in the world, as she saw the perfect outline of a
woman's treasure. The puffy lips glistened with plenty
of moisture and something small and pink was peeking
out ever so tantalizingly. Strangely, the girl realized
that Michelle had no pubic hair, which left her womanly
charms exposed in the most erotic fashion.
There was slight movement of Michelle's hips, as she
tried in vain to escape, but the girl had little
trouble touching her target. First she ran her
fingertips all around the puffy lips, making sure she
caressed every tiny spot. Then she innocently flicked
the tiny tip exposed between the labia and watched in
admiration when Michelle's hips jump wildly. Suddenly
the girl realized that this little thing was special so
she touched it with her tongue. Again the hips jumped
and thrust wildly confirming the girl's suspicions.
Something seemed to be leaking from the wet opening so
the girl licked up the juices. When she did, her tongue
lashed the entire clitoris and all of a sudden the girl
had a great urge. She spread the soaked pussy lips with
her fingers and saw what she wanted. When her mouth
closed over the throbbing clitoris, the resultant
sounds of groaning agony was sheer magic to the girl's
ears. She lapped the exposed bud, as fast as she could,
with her tongue and thought she tasted something sweet,
and pungent, at the same time.
When her teeth closed and nibbled on the jewel, it was
all the girl could do to hang onto the thrashing hips.
She was forced to bite down fairly hard and the slender
hips got even wilder. Then she held her teeth together
over the throbbing clit and battered the tiny portion
that was inside her mouth. Poor Michelle was insane
with lust and she had no concept of reality, as she
became an African play-toy for sex-starved, tribal
girls.
It would be one orgasm of many experienced by a mature
woman who was under the influence of strange
stimulants. The night was long and all the elders of
the tribe were far too occupied to care what their
young people were doing. Nia was smart and kept the jug
of liquid refreshment handy and made sure that everyone
consumed some of the special drink. It seemed that
after each sexual encounter, Nia forced Michelle to
drink more than the woman could handle, and still
remain in control of her faculties.
It was the strangest feeling for Michelle. She was
aware of being in a strange, remote village of Africa
but she didn't seem to have the ability to distinguish
between what she should do from what she shouldn't do.
Each sip from the bottomless cup seemed to degrade her
senses so that Michelle was nothing but a puppet for
the devious Nia.
***
Michelle woke up with the worst headache of her life.
Her head pounded so bad it was too hard to focus on
anything. She looked around and saw one, and then
another and another girl until she counted six in
total. "Oh my gawd... what have I done," she whispered
in a low shaky voice. "I'm in a frickin' barn... with
young girls. Not a stitch of clothes on and holding a
fucking virgin in my arms!"
Suddenly Nia's face lit up like a powerful ray of
sunshine. Michelle knew the girl understood a little
English so she spoke her mind. "What the fuck did you
do to me? And what the fuck did I do to you... my
little angel?" She looked at the happy girl seeing
nothing but innocence and purity. "Whatever you gave me
to drink... gave me the worst freakin' headache...
ever!"
There was sunshine filtering into the stable through
numerous holes and cracks in the building. Suddenly a
tall, slender person, who looked like a heavenly angel
with a halo appearance surrounding their entire body,
stood in one of the strong beams of sunlight. Michelle
blinked her eyes many times before she could recognize
the shadowy figure with the brilliant glow outlining
her tall body.
Thema's hand was outstretched and it was obvious what
she demanded. Slowly and feeling every tired muscle in
her body rebel, Michelle stood up. Thema's hand never
moved and the girl stood motionless... waiting. Then
Michelle reached out and grabbed the girl's hand.
Thema yanked Michelle's arm sternly indicating she was
not happy. Suddenly Michelle's stomach churned madly
realizing she had done something terribly wrong but she
was determined to make it up to Thema.
It took the briefest moment for Thema to find all of
Michelle's clothes, which one of the young girls had
thrown over a stall rail. Thema made sure Michelle was
dressed appropriately in case one of the elders of the
village saw them, and everyone else got dressed in a
mad flurry. She quickly pulled the dazed woman out of
the stable and Michelle almost had to run to keep up to
Thema who set a furious pace.
Nia followed them for a little while pleading with her
sister for forgiveness. After a silent and angry
looking Thema did not say anything, Nia stopped and let
the two continue the trip to Thema's abode. Her new
husband was out with his fellow warriors doing whatever
the tribal customs warranted and now it was just Thema
and Michelle.
Thema seemed to pull and lead the stumbling woman until
they entered the newly constructed home. Once inside,
Thema stopped and faced her timid adversary. She stared
into Michelle's blinking eyes and it did not take long
before the order of merit was settled. "I am sorry... I
should never have given you drink. Even I can't control
myself when I drink much of that stuff," Thema
whispered.
Michelle had no idea what Thema was saying. "I am
sorry... that my sister treated you badly. She
jealous... she see us together. Now I realize she want
force you... force you have sex... with her and evil
friends. Nia wants power... more power than what is
good for her."
Michelle wondered what on earth was wrong. She was a
grown, mature woman who had a mind of her own. Yet, she
felt overwhelmed by the overly dramatic African girl
who seemed to order her to do things she would not
normally do. All of a sudden the girl indicated that
Michelle should get down, but not to sit down but get
down on her knees. Not wishing to feel the wrath of an
angry Thema, Michelle slowly dropped to her knees. She
tilted her head back and looked up to see the look of
approval on Thema's pretty face.
Suddenly the girl was overcome with bemoaning anguish.
Thema also fell to her knees and kissed the woman
directly on the lips. It was instantaneous. Both hearts
beat so fact that each woman felt fully flushed and
heated. Michelle's head no longer pounded but now it
throbbed with a familiar desire.
Thema's hands were all over Michelle, caressing her
back, her shoulders and her ass. Michelle's hands felt
Thema's clothing and she could feel the girl's firm
body getting hotter and hotter. They clung to each
other in the most desperate show of passion.
Suddenly Thema broke the kiss and started whispering
into Michelle's ear. "Today you will become one of us.
My father will accept you into our tribe," the girl
whispered. Michelle couldn't understand the African
language but she assumed they were words of love and
tender emotion. "They will put sacred tattoos on me...
and also on you. Zuberi has vowed that you will receive
the sacred symbol... Tribal Butterfly."
Then Thema slowly bent forward and kissed Michelle
again. Too stunned to resist, Michelle let the girl's
demanding tongue squeeze between her lips and the kiss
lasting several moments erupted. At first Michelle
didn't move or try to display any outward emotion but
that quickly changed. The girl's tongue seemed to hit
some kind of trigger and it started a chain reaction
that took over the woman's senses.
Michelle pushed her chest towards Thema and the girl
complied by unwrapping the loose cloth. With her
breasts exposed, it did not take long before Thema had
her nipples so erect that they throbbed with
expectation. Michelle let out a little whimper when the
girl's head dropped and she realized what was going to
happen. Alone in a remote village, she felt helpless
and all her fight was gone.
Michelle's head rolled back and she closed her eyes.
She imagined the young, African goddess doing things to
her that would make her a slave to lust. What evolved
was exactly like her dramatic visualization. Thema did
everything. She disrobed the eager woman and also
stripped her own useless clothing. Then holding
Michelle so tight in her arms that it squeezed the
breath out of her, the two women fell onto a freshly
made bed.
All Michelle could think of was wild, untamed passion
and she let her emotions run the entire gamut of animal
lust. The young queen displayed supreme power and
control, as she took Michelle up the highest mountain,
and left her hanging in erotic bliss. When the girl
slapped the most sensitive clitoris with her tongue,
Michelle let her inner juices flow. Her clit seemed
even more sensitive after being used as a tribal sex-
toy and she willingly succumbed to Thema's demanding
tongue lashing.
Thema tasted the sweet nectar and furiously drank the
river of cum. Her treasured white slave had reached the
peak of ecstasy, and then it was the Queen's role to
reap the joys of submissive love.
When the experienced but timorous woman rolled on top
of her lithe body, Thema welcomed the tender embrace.
She closed her eyes and willingly let her slave anoint
her with the utmost show of passion. Michelle's tongue
ensured both breasts were caressed with the greatest
enthusiasm and then both nipples were fully hardened to
a pebble-like state.
Michelle's head was still spinning. It had been days
since she was dropped off in the African wasteland and
consuming so much strange substances had left her
easily controlled by the devious tribe. But that didn't
stop her from showing Thema all of her motherly love.
Michelle's expertise was phenomenal and Thema's orgasm
quickly surfaced sending the African Queen into
paradise.
***
The rest of the morning and early afternoon were a
complete blur. Only one other person in the tribe knew
what was happening in the small, intimate dwelling. Nia
stood in the common room out of sight of her sister,
but she was well aware of what was going on inside the
curtained, bedroom enclosure. She was jealous but her
time would come, she deemed. It was growing late in the
afternoon with Baako and the rest of the men not
expected back for another hour or two. Then the
festivities would begin and the thought of it sent a
shiver of excitement through Nia.
When all the ceremonies were over, Nia knew that Thema
would go with her husband. Also the freshly christened
Michelle would be forced to go with her father but that
would only be for a short time. Nia knew that Zuberi
would perform the revered ritual of trying to
impregnate the newest woman of the tribe. When he was
finished, Zuberi would leave Michelle in the communal
abode for other tribal warriors to share Sarge's
wonderful gift of Michelle's sexuality.
Nia vowed to be at the door when her father left
Michelle. She knew Zuberi would be suspicious but Nia
was determined to intervene to save Michelle from being
ravaged by many of the tribal elders. Nia was the
youngest of the family and she had the ability to wrap
her father around her little finger. She planned using
a tear or two when she pleaded with Zuberi by begging
him to treat Michelle differently from any of the other
special guests from Sarge.
Nia reasoned that her father having intercourse with
Michelle was far better than the whole village sexually
abusing her goddess. She would beg Zuberi to save the
white woman for himself, and hopefully Michelle would
become impregnated so Nia could have a baby sibling.
There would be nothing her sister could do and no one
else in the village could do anything to stop Nia from
controlling the white prisoner.
All of a sudden Nia heard rustling and moving around
from behind the curtain so she called out. "Thema...
Thema are you here?"
Thema heard her sister and welcomed the chance to speak
to her. She thought fast and reasoned that Nia's
ability to speak some English could come in handy.
Looking at the sleepy Michelle, Thema realized that the
woman made her feel different. No other woman had made
her feel this way and for some strange reason, she
yearned to have the white woman in her arms. Thema felt
it was imperative that Michelle understood the
importance and significance of the upcoming rituals.
Her sister could explain things.
It was a sign of total disgrace if anyone showed the
amount of pain they suffered when their body was
tattooed. Thema wanted everyone in the village to
accept and welcome Michelle into the tribe. She quickly
dressed in her customary grab and rushed out to meet
her sister. "Nia... I am so glad to see you. Please
sit... sit. I have a big favor to ask you," she said.
Both girls sat and Thema continued. "I want you to
speak to her... tell her about what will happen."
The girls held hands in sisterly fashion, as Thema
asked the favor. "You speak American... explain that
she will get tattoo," she said. "Make sure she knows...
not to show any pain... even when it hurts bad."
Nia was no fool and she already knew that the white
woman would be totally disgraced if she wasn't strong
and resilient. The sisters went into the smaller
enclosure just as Michelle finished dressing in her
loaned African attire. Nia smiled at Thema and then
walked right up to Michelle.
Michelle listened intently to the girl when she
explained the events that would unfold later that
evening. Nia told her about the tattoo and also that
the method was different than it was in America. Then
she told Michelle the most important points and
stressed the importance of not showing pain. "You drink
like before... Thema too, she drink. Drink much... then
you no feel all the pain," Nia told her.
Michelle couldn't fathom what was going to happen and
she had no idea how different the African scarification
was even after Nia's explanation. It sounded ridiculous
to Michelle when Nia told her that the tribal women
considered the tattoos a definitive sign of beauty.
Thema and Nia thought it was the ultimate, tribal honor
to have their bodies marked in such a way. Times
changed over the years and now in more civilized times,
women didn't walk around bare-chested like they did in
the past. The tattoo on a woman's bare breast was
traditionally a symbol of great esteem and beauty. Only
princesses, queens and women of superior rank in the
tribe had this done, so Thema knew it was mandatory for
her.
The tattoos were proof of courage and bravery for the
male warriors and the rite of passage. The three males
who had just passed all the bravery tests and warrior
skills were to be tattooed once the hottest sun went
down. After they were marked, the ceremony for the
privileged women would take place. Thema would have the
Tribal Rose tattoo put on her chest and the royal
symbol put on her neck. Michelle would get a butterfly
tattooed on her chest. The butterfly represented beauty
and grace and it was Zuberi's choice of symbols for a
woman's sensuality and femininity.
The scene would be sinister but more erotic and
stupendous than any Westerner could imagine. Maybe it
was the serene firelight, or the beatings on the tribal
drums, or the dancing warriors, but the ceremonies
inevitably got everyone in attendance thoroughly
aroused.
Thema and Nia were overly excited and both girls
chattered away like crazy. Michelle could tell by the
way the girls acted that the tattooing was something
extraordinary. She cringed at the thought that her body
would be changed... forever. Near panic began to sweep
over her, but Michelle could see no immediate solution
to her plight. She was stranded in a remote village
miles away from civilization and her situation seemed
hopeless.
***
Michelle started to sweat. The midday heat seemed even
hotter than normal and she threw off the one blanket
that covered her body. Her head pounded with the,
'Mother of all hangovers,' and she feared moving.
Michelle was too afraid to move another muscle when she
felt a strange aching sensation on the left side of her
chest.
Frantically her mind went back to her last
recollection. Nia was pushing a full cup of
tranquilizing juice at her. "You best drink. We
drink... you, Thema and me. You drink much... then not
feel pain," Nia whispered pushing the cup of knockout
drink to Michelle. "They come for us... take us to
sacred statue. Then mark Thema and you... just like
ancestors did for hundreds of years. Zuberi wants white
goddess for magical woman... then you have baby... his
baby."
Michelle vaguely remembered listening to Nia, hearing
but not hearing what was said, growing more and more
desperate. "You will look so pretty... beautiful with
Tribal Butterfly on chest," Nia said. "They put rose on
Thema... also she get royal symbol on neck. I hope pain
no too great... and you not feel too much."
Then everything went blank. Too much strange African
syrup and when a person was not used to it, their mind
was overtaken by the powerful sedatives. Michelle tried
to think. The room she was in at the moment didn't look
familiar, and then she somehow remembered being taken
to Nia's home after the ceremonies. Suddenly Michelle
realized that she wasn't wearing a stitch of clothing
and the hot air was heating her body.
Her head filled with frantic observations and dilemmas.
It had to be the day after and all of a sudden Michelle
feared that she had been scared for life. Her head hurt
like crazy and it was still too early to sit up or open
her eyes all the way. Slowly and very tentatively, she
moved her hand to her chest. A whimper escaped when her
fingers traced across what felt like fresh, raised
welts.
Michelle's eyes fluttered and her head tilted downward.
Then she cried and the tears ran out the corner of her
eyes unabated for many moments. She stared at the newly
carved tattoo, which was partially on her left boob but
mostly on the upper portion of her chest. The tattoo
vaguely looked like a butterfly but it was hard to tell
because it was done in only black and her flesh looked
red, sore and swollen.
Her fingers traced over the scarification and she let
out a constant whimper the whole time. Suddenly the
sound of a voice startled her back to reality. "You
very beautiful... tattoo add beauty. I stay with you...
help clean," Nia said in the softest, most caring
voice. Then she sat on the edge of the bed with plenty
of sterilizing materials in her hands.
Michelle was afraid to offend the girl. Besides, she
reasoned, the girl appeared to know what she was doing
and sanitizing the tattoo was a smart plan. Michelle
didn't move out of the way when Nia got onto the bed.
She watched the girl's hands move with the dexterity of
a nurse and quickly cleanse the sore looking area.
Michelle's entire focus was on her chest and she was
taken by surprise when the girl bent forward. Nia's
lips suddenly came together with her own and a kiss
ensued. Michelle felt the girl's tongue press into her
tightly clinched lips and then deftly pushed hard until
entering her mouth. Nia was unbelievably strong and she
had little trouble holding Michelle on her back while
she fondled her nakedness. The girl was very careful
not to get too close to the tattoo but she did capture
both nipples.
Michelle reasoned that her mind was still dulled by the
powerful sedative and that was the reason she let the
girl touch her. Nia's fingers were so skilled that it
took her mere seconds to bring Michelle's internal
temperature to desert levels. Michelle dearly wanted to
put up a struggle but too many distressing things
stopped her.
All of a sudden Nia patted the insides of Michelle's
thighs indicating she wanted them apart, and if by
magic, the woman spread her legs. It was an unspoken
word between two willing partners that Michelle obeyed
by holding her legs splayed. Suddenly Nia's sharp teeth
started nibbling every sexual nerve. First the girl
nibbled her ear until Michelle let out moans of
pleasure. Then Nia nibbled on the side of her neck and
down to her shoulder still ensuring not to get close to
the soreness.
Michelle continued to moan letting Nia know she was
falling under the girl's control. Suddenly the razor-
sharp teeth found a nipple and the moans turned into
groans of sweet agony. As long as she didn't move her
upper torso, Michelle didn't feel the soreness.
She lay motionless, or as still as she could, when the
devious girl pressed in for the kill. Nia nibbled and
left a wet trail on every possible part of Michelle's
stomach and lower tummy. Then the girl slithered lower
until her face was between the splayed legs and she put
her teeth around one side of Michelle's puffy labia.
The girl held the pussy lip with her teeth, and then
let it slip out of her teeth. After doing it a few
times, Nia put her fingers on the labia and spread them
wide.
Nia stared at the prettiest, pink clitty and wondered
if hers looked as pretty. She flicked the tiny bud with
her tongue and then put it between her teeth to bring
an end to the woman's turmoil. Michelle's head didn't
hurt anymore and she forgot all about the tattoo. Her
emotions were riding that speeding roller coaster once
again and she pretended to hang on for dear life. Her
fingers dug into the scant bedding and Michelle
realized her spirit belonged to two African girls.
She cried. Not from any pain or hurt but from the
realization her soul belonged to someone other than
Rodney. Michelle was all alone in a strange country, in
a strange village, and now in the clutches of a strange
African princess. Nia sucked her most responsive
clitoris and the race was on. Michelle stubbornly tried
to hold back and not succumb to Nia's lovemaking. She
was pretty sure of winning the battle when suddenly the
cunning girl touched her asshole with her tongue.
Nia was in-charge and she deemed that the white woman
was her love-slave. Her teeth returned to the enlarged
clitoris holding it firmly around the base. She rolled
the bud around vigorously with her tongue ensuring to
leave plenty of saliva in the pussy opening.
Michelle was utterly amazed that such an inexperienced
girl knew what to do. Nia inserted her slender, middle
finger of her right hand into the delicate opening just
below her chin. She immediately caressed the vulnerable
G-spot, which sent a shiver of doom up Michelle's
backbone. Suddenly Nia's left hand sneaked downward and
she put the tip of her finger directly on Michelle's
puckered asshole.
The intimidation was profound, as Michelle felt the
pressure of Nia's finger threatening to invade her dark
opening. With the subtlest and most caring embrace, Nia
slowly inserted her finger until she was finger-fucking
both holes. Michelle felt like she was up on her
tiptoes, and reaching as tall as possible, but there
was no way to escape the girl's loving touch. The
orgasm started with a trickle of cream from her most
inner regions and short, swift spasms quickly blossomed
into a full-fledged climax.
The clever Nia felt Michelle's body go into
convulsions, as the girl proved once again she was an
alluring mistress. Nia refused to stop scratching the
enticing G-spot and her tongue caressed the throbbing
clit like an angel. She drank the woman's love potion,
hungry for all that she could get from her slave. When
Nia presumed the orgasm was subsiding, she deftly
slithered upwards until she found the moaning lips. She
kissed Michelle leaving the definite taste of her own
pussy juices on the woman's lips.
Michelle's head was spinning madly from the sudden
ecstasy and lingering hangover. She put her arms around
the slender Nia and the two hugged each other falling
asleep in the middle of the day. The scene appeared
romantic, as the older woman displayed her motherly
love to her baby. The heat of the day was intense and
Michelle was still not used to the high temperatures.
Her sleep was very restless until it was interrupted
when Thema's voice called out.
Michelle opened her eyes and noticed the radiant queen
standing in the doorway. Thema had been standing there
for many moments before announcing her entrance. The
sleeping couple did not have any blankets on because of
the heat and the sharp contrast between the two sent a
shiver of excitement through Thema. Her sister was
laying on her back with her limbs outstretched, which
enabled Thema to see all of her luscious charms. She
noticed how slender and lithe Nia appeared and then her
eyes focused on her two, small boobs. They were not
quite as big as her own, but Thema envied how the
nipples seemed far more pronounced.
Then her eyes roamed downward across the flat belly and
onto the sparsely forested pelvis. Nia's hair was more
like a little girl's hair and Thema could see every
detail of her sister's crotch. It almost seemed the
girl was posing, as her legs were slightly spread, just
enough so Thema could distinguish the girly charms.
Nia's pussy was merely a very narrow slit. The labia
were not puffy or swollen, but simply flush with the
rest of her crotch. Thema could barely make out what
appeared to be moisture below the slit and it seemed to
run downwards into the dark crack.
Thema had to shake her head so she could stop the
mesmerizing affect of her sister's body. Then she
glanced at Michelle and the dreaming started all over
again. The woman was on her side with one arm flung
over in Nia's direction. Her top leg was bent and
curled up giving Michelle perfect balance. Thema
grinned at how the pose hid all of Michelle's succulent
treasures yet seemed to leave a spectator yearning for
more.
Thema hid her displeasure well and she smiled at the
two who rummaged for something to cover their nakedness
after she woke them. She looked at the surprised couple
and knew what must have transpired following last
night's tribal rituals. She had spent the night in her
new abode with Baako and Thema was well aware of her
father's desire for Michelle. Her last vision from last
night was watching Michelle being led away from the
ceremonial theater by Zuberi.
Thema and Baako had gotten up much later than usual. As
soon as Baako departed with the tribal warriors, Thema
rushed around the village until she found Michelle.
Suddenly she stared at the white woman becoming more
aware that she envied her sister's devotion of
Michelle. Thema's heart rate increased, as she slowly
walked across the room. She approached Nia's side of
the bed and sat down next to her sister.
Nia never moved and she felt the bed sink from Thema's
weight. Thema's arm brushed against her sister's heated
flesh but Nia did not move away. Everything remained
absolutely motionless for many moments with each one's
mind dreaming of the future. All of a sudden the three
were sitting up on the bed and each put an arm around
another.
Suddenly someone was giving her a kiss on the lips and
Michelle welcomed the loving embrace. Then the kiss
broke and lips were running up and down her nakedness.
Michelle's head was filled with so many emotions that
her mind was confused. All of a sudden she was aware
that the sisters were kissing. Michelle stared at the
amazing sight and watched Thema brush the hair back
from Nia's pretty face, as the kiss lingered. It was
one of those loving kisses that lasted a long time but
was merely a pretense for something else.
Michelle did not feel left out and she merely waited
with her eyes glued to the sisterly embrace. Thema and
Nia eventually broke the kiss and each moved onto their
ultimate enticement. Thema's lips sought the soft,
tender lips of her white lover. Her hands cupped the
two perfect tits and she instantly pinched the hardened
nipples with her strong fingers.
Nia perched on her knees so that she could put her lips
next to Michelle's ear. "Sarge coming... he will be in
village very soon. He come pick you up... take you to
big city," she whispered. "He promise... he bring Thema
and me to city soon. Not now... but soon."
Michelle let her mind drift through the magnificent,
African desert. She felt a special emotion towards each
sister. It was a day for firm decisions, or was it? The
sisters were the only ones in a strange, remote village
that Michelle felt akin to. She dearly wanted to show
Thema appreciation but felt helpless. Nia was right
beside her and Michelle couldn't bring herself to tell
the girl how much she cared for her.
Suddenly the only thing that mattered was truth and
honesty. She didn't have to act or put on pretenses,
but merely let it happen. Michelle felt her soul drift
like the sand in the desert. She was not alone in a
strange village but in the arms of two loving
mistresses. All of a sudden Michelle was on her back
with her resistance being consumed by a heated kiss. A
young lioness was between her legs and Michelle didn't
have to wonder if the embrace was real. When the earth-
shattering spasm rocketed through her inner regions,
Michelle realized her journey through Africa was not
over yet.
***
Her body was aglow and still flushed from intense
lovemaking. She was wondering what had taken over her
mind and her normal sanity when the sound of an
approaching car drew her attention. It took measly
seconds to get dressed and Michelle felt her stomach
churn with anticipation. Running outside into the
bright sunshine and intense heat, she stopped short
when only Sarge got out of the limousine. "Nice to see
you. You do look absolutely ravishing in the African
dress... stunning if you must know."
It was senseless arguing with the man so Michelle bit
her lip and waited. "Come... get in. I will take you
back to city... to see husband. He is very anxious to
see you," Sarge said grinning the whole time. "You will
have to show him the African Butterfly... so he can see
his beautiful wife is really an African goddess."
They glared at each other for many moments but Michelle
was too afraid to open her mouth. Although the colorful
African dress covered her completely, she had the
feeling that Sarge's eyes could see her nakedness. She
stood motionless letting the hated man humiliate her
even more. "Rodney misses you. I told him how you love
big, black cocks... and how you willingly let my
brother screw your white ass," he said. "Rodney was a
little upset when I told him about the tattoo... but
he'll get over it."
Their eyes held as Sarge motioned for her to get into
the limo. "Get in. I take you to see Rodney," he said.
"You missed me... didn't you?"
Michelle rushed past Sarge getting into the backseat
before she blew up. She was extremely angry with the
man, and knew if she said anything, he would only
punish her more. She slid all the way to the far side
of the car and Sarge had plenty of room to get in the
air-conditioned limo.
All of a sudden Michelle noticed a commotion. She
looked out the windshield to a precession of dusty army
jeeps, which had just arrived in the village. Some
uniformed men got out of the vehicles but it was one
particular person that attracted her attention. It was
an obvious white woman who had her arms tied behind her
back and a loose-fitting, black bag over her head.
The limo started and drove right by the group. Michelle
glanced out of the side window, as they passed, and she
noticed that the woman was most likely a prisoner to a
bunch of renegade soldiers. She glanced at Sarge who
had a knowing smile on his face, but he said nothing.
The limo sped off heading back to the capital city and
Michelle felt like a big weight had been lifted from
her entire body.
THE END
Please send me your comments and suggestion, as I
appreciate feedback from readers. This chapter kept
getting longer and longer so I decided to end it at
this point. I do hope to write another chapter and
possibly bring a new twist into the story. One of the
suggestions from a reader was to include a female
celebrity in the story and I may try to do that. Of
course the woman would not be anyone we know... just a
celebrity that the reader can put anyone's name on.
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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