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Michelle's Story - 4
by Dawn1958 (dawnharvey1958@hotmail.com)
***
Michelle's African trip continues and now she is joined
by an famous American actress who also falls under
Sarge's control. (MF, reluc, mc, bi, orgy, intr,
blkmail)
***
Author's Note: 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 4
The limo sped across the barren countryside. Inside,
the air-conditioning made it comfortable, but Michelle
was far from relaxed. She could feel Sarge's presence
on the far side of the backseat and it gave her the
most intimidated feeling. All of a sudden his voice
startled her out of dreamland. "Rebels capture white
woman... American. Hold her for ransom," Sarge said.
"She famous actress... come to Africa to save the
world."
Michelle was stunned by Sarge's revelation. "Rebels not
really rebels... but she not know that. She afraid for
life and almost pissed panties when her car attacked,"
he said. "Mosi can be real mean if he wants. He hold
her in village... make her believe rebels will harm
her."
Sarge laughed and casually continued. "My men hold her
in village. Then take her into desert wilderness where
I... as valiant commander, will rescue her," he told
Michelle. "Rescue her after her belly full. She not
worry about Africa... she have black baby of her own."
He laughed even louder at his devious plans. "She not
white goddess like you. She tramp... not good enough
for tribal warriors... but gorgeous white-ass good for
boys," he said. Then Sarge glared straight into
Michelle's bewildered eyes. "Famous actress good for
boys... boys fuck her until her belly full."
Michelle felt pity for the woman prisoner. She knew the
actress would become an African sex-toy and Sarge would
ensure everyone in his tribe ravaged her sexy body.
Michelle had heard news items about certain celebrities
trying to save mankind with their newfound fame and
wealth. A shiver shot up her spine thinking about the
drastic things the woman would have to endure before
Sarge would set her free... if he set her free.
The ride back to the city was quiet after Sarge's
explanation. He dreamed of his plans for Michelle and
now the American actress. Michelle squirmed during the
trip feeling more uncomfortable by the minute with
Sarge sitting so close to her. She kept thinking he
would attack her but thankfully the city buildings
appeared before that happened. Then the limo was
driving into the big driveway of Sarge's residence and
Michelle breathed a big sigh of relief.
***
Sarge escorted Michelle from the limo into his home.
The first thing she saw when entering the vestibule was
her husband. Rodney was sitting on one side of the
brightly lit entryway and he jumped to his feet when
his wife entered. He rushed across the vast room to
grab her in his arms.
Michelle felt her husband's love and tenderness. Rodney
held his arms tightly around her body trying hard to
show Michelle how much he truly loved her. She flinched
slightly when the front of his body pressed against her
newly acquired body marking. By now the tattoo didn't
hurt much and only when something touched the actual
raised scarification.
Rodney broke the embrace and held his wife at arms
length. He admired her extraordinary beauty and then he
noticed how gorgeous she looked in the African dress,
which appeared to be of the highest quality. Michelle
noticed his questioning look so she responded.
"Thema... Queen of the village gave me clothes. It is
one of her royal dresses," she said. "Rodney... dear
gawd, it has been the longest week."
Rodney stared at his wife waiting for her to continue.
"When you left me... all alone in that village... I
wanted to die," Michelle whispered. "He... Sarge told
them what to do. He told them everything... what the
tribe should do to me."
Suddenly Michelle felt the weight of the world lifted
from her shoulders. "I was all alone... in a village of
black people. They gave me something to drink... and
then I don't remember too much," she said. "Oh my gawd,
Rodney. They... they... I've never felt so alone in my
life."
Rodney could tell that his wife had experienced the
greatest humiliation and he pulled her into his arms
again. "We'll get through this. We still have each
other... and we'll survive."
Suddenly visions of a beautiful, African queen filled
Michelle's memory. The mysterious Thema was standing
straight and tall holding out her hand. It was an
invite that seemed to be a promise of a lifetime.
Michelle felt her heartstrings pulling in the girl's
direction and she gave her head a vicious shake to
clear the images. 'No, it can't be,' she thought. 'I
can't be drawn to that girl.' Michelle could not fathom
how she could be dreaming of another woman while being
in her husband's arms.
Michelle was thankful that Rodney talked. "I read a
foreign newspaper this morning. It had a story about an
actress... Marie Kelly, who was kidnapped. It said that
rebels kidnapped her... and they are demanding a
ransom," he said. "A big payoff for her safety.
Christ... I didn't even know there were rebels in the
country."
She was shocked at Rodney's revelation. "Rod... I saw
her. I saw a white woman who looked like she was a
prisoner to a bunch of soldiers. He told me about it...
Sarge told me," she whispered with her voice shaking.
"She had her hands tied and tape over her eyes... and
the soldiers were wearing camouflage uniforms."
Michelle pulled back from Rodney's embrace and they
both looked across the foyer at Sarge. "He said Mosi
was the rebel leader. Rod... I think he told me because
he wants me to know how powerful he is," she whispered
to her husband. "I'm afraid... Rod. He's going to make
me stay with him... here in his house."
Rodney put his arm around her shoulder and saw his wife
flinch. "I forgot... about the tattoo. He told me about
the butterfly. About putting it on your breast," he
whispered. "Later... show me later."
Sarge was smiling and ready to take full command.
Walking briskly in their direction, he looked
determined. "We eat. Dinner will be served in one hour.
You go Zelda's room... wash and get ready," he said to
Michelle. "Husband and I will chat."
Rodney felt trapped. Sarge's blackmail had worked to
perfection in the beginning enabling the man to gain
control over Michelle and himself. Now it seemed too
late to turn back especially after his wife had been
held hostage in Sarge's village. Rodney somehow held a
faint ray of hope that they would be released very
soon. The international committee would expect him to
hand in his election report within the next few days so
he reasoned that Sarge would let them go.
***
Sarge stood beside Rodney after Michelle departed with
Zelda. He boldly told the husband what he planned. "You
can stay here tonight. Stay and watch. Watch wife
having sex," he whispered. Rodney could barely contain
his anxiety, as his heart rate increased with each
detail the man told him. "You watch... wife having
orgasm with son. She make man out of Kato last time...
and she will again."
The two men stared at each other but it was only Sarge
who was smiling. "It truly amazing when you see it.
Seeing wife acting like Blackman whore with Kato,"
Sarge said. "Now we not know... who make pregnant."
Sarge stood motionless letting his words sink in before
continuing. "Maybe Kato get lucky... and make wife
pregnant. I never see woman so hot... so hot for
African cock," he whispered sending tremors all through
Rodney. "She not leave Africa until Sarge say. I say
she can go when belly full of baby."
Rodney never realized his dilemma was so severe or so
cruel. He shuddered listening to Sarge and didn't have
a chance to argue or respond, as everyone was called to
dinner. The seating arrangements were pre-arranged and
Rodney wound up sitting beside Sarge who sat at the
head of the table. Sitting directly across from him was
his darling wife and right beside her was the
intimidating teenage son. Zelda sat at the far end of
the table and her daughters sat on either side of her.
Next to Rodney were two women he did not know but they
were introduced as members of Sarge's tribe.
The conversation was nonstop. Sarge tried to include
Rodney and Michelle in all of the trivial talk even
though it was broken English most of the time. It
didn't take long before the woman sitting beside Rodney
let him know she was willing to be more than friendly.
She did speak some English and kept whispering in
Rodney's ear, telling him that she was attracted to
him. Rodney found it strange that the woman kept
putting her hands on him at every opportunity but he
shrugged it off to petty friendliness.
Michelle kept looking towards her husband hoping he
could somehow rescue her. She dearly wanted to sit
beside Rodney and talk to him rather than sit beside a
boy who never stopped rubbing up against her. It was
obvious the parents didn't object to their son touching
and sometimes fondling a female guest and Michelle
noticed that most of the time Sarge had a sheepish grin
on his face. Nearing the end of the main course, she
noticed that Rodney fidgeted more than expected and the
woman beside him was constantly whispering at him.
It was during dessert that the woman beside Rodney made
her move. Her right hand dropped under the table and
she innocently put her hand on Rodney's upper thigh.
She squeezed his thigh before letting her fingers slip
into the space between his legs. Her intent was obvious
and he did not know of any way to prevent her groping
without making a horrible scene. Rodney reasoned that
Sarge probably coerced the woman's actions and that any
scene would be far more embarrassing to him than anyone
else. He tried to ignore the woman's hand and almost
gulped his dessertspoon down his throat when her
fingers grazed the bulge in his crotch.
Rodney dared not look at the woman but knew she was
grinning from ear to ear. It was all he could do to
finish eating and he felt utterly relieved when Sarge
stood up from the table. Suddenly Sarge informed
everyone that a soak in the hot tub was just the thing
to relax and settle a big meal. "Let's retire up to the
hot tub... enjoy a relaxing massage," Sarge told
everyone. "Come... up to hot tub. There's room for
everyone. Our two lovely guests will give everyone an
expert massage."
Sarge was the master of deception. His two special
guests were there for one specific reason and Sarge's
plan would have them become very intimate with the
unsuspecting Rodney. The two, beautiful women from his
village were more than willing to do anything for Sarge
who was one of the tribe's supreme elders.
Sarge spoke in his native tongue, as well as English,
so everyone understood his request. Then he proceeded
up the wide stairway to his master bedroom where the
tub was located. Sarge led the way with an arm wrapped
around his loyal wife. The two tribal guests who each
grabbed one of Rodney's arms, before he could protest,
followed him. Michelle was stunned by it all and before
she could react, Kato grabbed her by the arm forcing
her to follow her husband up the stairs. Sarge's two
daughters followed the entourage knowing the gorgeous
white couple was going to be the night's entertainment.
Everyone entered the lavish bedroom moving directly
towards the big hot tub. Without any shame or modesty,
Sarge, his family, and the two women instantly started
undressing. Rodney and Michelle stood motionless
looking at the brazen nudity and then glanced at each
other wondering what to do next. Sarge waved his hand
at the couple in a beckoning manner and his voice
sounded demanding. "Take clothes off... no need for
modesty. The water is wonderful. Come... join us!"
It seemed pointless to argue with the man and Rodney
was the first to undress. Michelle could tell he was
embarrassed but somehow he managed to strip before
giving his wife a questioning look. She begrudgedly
followed his lead and in no time both jumped into the
steamy water, hoping the water would hide their brazen
nudity.
Sarge had given the affair great thought. He planned
having everyone lounge in the steaming hot water for as
long as it took to put the white couple at ease. Then
he would turn the two women loose on Rodney. As soon as
everyone was in the tub, servants appeared with trays
of fruit, drinks and plenty of fancy desserts. Michelle
watched her husband grab a drink and start sipping it
without the least bit of concern. Then he selected some
desserts and ate them far quicker than was his custom.
Michelle desperately wanted to warn Rodney that the
drink was likely spiked with some mysterious African
drug but there was no way to do it without alerting
Sarge. She too took a drink off a tray but vowed to sip
it very slowly. Her memory flashed back to her time in
the village when her thirst got the better of her. A
shiver shot up her spine putting Goosebumps all over
her body, when she remembered what happened once the
drugs sedated her mind.
The fruit looked exceptionally appetizing so she took
some thinking it was the safest thing being served.
Michelle ate some berries and melon relishing the
sweet, juicy taste and it seemed to hit the spot after
the African meal. She really didn't eat much at dinner,
finding the food too unusual and bizarre.
Time passed with Sarge imposing his will on everyone.
He insisted the servants keep passing the trays around
and he wasn't satisfied until each person indulged in
the drinks and food. Rodney had no trouble keeping busy
and soon it became apparent that he was acting
strangely. He quickly forgot about being nude and
seemed to relish looking at the many seductive female
bodies. He laughed at everything and eventually wound
up sitting between the two tribal women who kept
encouraging him.
Michelle vowed not to let her guard down. She strangely
but willingly ate more fruit without the slightest
prospect the fruit was laced with a powerful
aphrodisiac. Her head started spinning before realizing
that Sarge had duped her once again.
Sarge was not surprised when Michelle finished one
drink and took another until she was on her fourth
drink. He watched the gorgeous woman freely eat the
enticing fruit, which got rid of her self-
consciousness, and then she drank without any
restraint. He had outwitted her again and grinned
knowing the aphrodisiac would eventually get rid of
Michelle's inhibitions.
***
It was time for the commencement of Sarge's next bold
move. He already had a massage table set up next to the
tub for the specific purposes of using it to humiliate
his married guests. Sarge ordered the two tribal women
to perform their magic on the naive Rodney.
Rodney had no idea what Sarge said. He watched the two
women get out of the tub with water dripping off their
luscious bodies. He couldn't take his eyes off the pair
and ogled their bullet-shaped titties wondering what
they would feel like. Then one of the women was
motioning with her hand for him to get out of the tub.
Feeling a strong sense of sudden courage, Rodney
swiftly stood up and joined the two beside the massage
table.
No English was required for them to get their point
across. They quickly had Rodney lying prone on the
table and they were pouring hot oil all over his body.
It started out quite innocent and appeared to be a
regular massage. The women's hands rubbed and massaged
the glistening oil all over Rodney's outstretched body.
One woman concentrated on his upper torso and the other
massaged Rodney's lower extremities.
The surface of the table was higher than the hot tub so
it was impossible for the onlookers to see exactly what
was happening. All of a sudden the women convinced
Rodney to turn over so they could massage the front of
his body. Michelle could only imagine what it looked
like and then she noticed something odd. One of the
women had her hands in the vicinity of Rodney's hips
and she seemed to be massaging his manhood.
Suddenly Michelle saw the woman purposely pull the
semi-hard penis up in the air so everyone could see.
The woman stroked Rodney's pecker using one hand at a
time. It was a milking fashion with one hand stroking
upward until the head slipped out of her hand, and then
her other hand began to milk the cock from the base. In
no time, Michelle could hear her husband moaning and
realized he was loosing control, as his cock got rock-
hard.
It was the most shocking and scandalous act when one of
the women swooped in for the kill. Her face brushed
across Rodney's chest and downward until her mouth was
directly over the upraised cock. Michelle's eyes opened
so wide they hurt when the woman swallowed Rodney's
hard cock. She had never watched a blowjob but suddenly
one was happening right in front of her startled eyes.
The woman's head bobbed up and down on top of Rodney's
cock and her sucking was nonstop.
Michelle sat frozen in the tub, which seemed ironic
since the water was so hot. Sarge sort of floated
across the tub until he was beside the concerned woman,
leaving her surrounded by him and his son. "Look... you
aren't the only one who likes sex with African. Look...
his cock. It hard... and she plays with it," Sarge
whispered in Michelle's ear. "Rodney happy man. He gets
blowjob from black whore."
Michelle stared towards the massage table and she saw
the desperate look in her husband's eyes, as his face
was turned in her direction. She noticed Rodney's eyes
flutter and then sort of roll upwards out of sight. In
fraught hopelessness, Rodney's fingers dug into the
soft mattress pad, as the woman turned his pecker to
stone. The woman's strong fingers squeezed his cock and
she knew exactly how to stroke a man's cock. She coated
his shaft with plenty of spit making it easier for her
hand to move up and down while her mouth gobbled the
engorged cock-head.
Michelle's eyes opened wider when she noticed the
woman's teeth bite down around the flared rim and start
scraping the head of Rodney's cock. She saw her
husband's hips thrust upward frantically trying to hold
back but his struggle was in vain. Every muscle in
Rodney's body stiffened and he was motionless when he
let go. The sight was both horrendous and wonderful.
The woman's cheeks expanded with the influx of cum and
she madly swallowed so as not to choke.
***
The luxurious room was perfect for Sarge's exhibition.
His plan was at the stage where Rodney had just
received a tremendous blowjob and it was time for more
tantalizing sex. Sarge contemplated what to do next but
quickly decided that further tormenting was needed. He
wanted Michelle to watch more of her husband with the
two women. The African aphrodisiac that he slipped into
Rodney's drinks earlier would ensure the man would keep
an erection for hours, so it was possible.
Rodney was afraid to move after the blowjob. He peeked
over at his wife and noticed that she had other perils
to contend with. The teenage boy was beside her and
Rodney could see Michelle trying desperately to keep
her distance from Kato. All of a sudden he noticed that
something was very different. His hardon would normally
diminish after an orgasm but this time it stayed so
hard it felt strange.
Added to the oddity was the fact that one of the
African women did not let go. She kept the fingers of
one hand wrapped around his narrow shaft while her
other hand cupped his balls. Then he glanced at the
woman and noticed her indicating that she wanted more.
She climbed onto the massage table and crouched over
his legs in a threatening manner. Rodney could see her
entire crotch, which was pointed directly at him, and
he marveled at how pink her slit was compared to her
black thighs.
He was still marveling at her beautiful appearance when
she shuffled forward until her crotch was directly over
his stiff pecker. There was no doubt to her intentions
when her hand grabbed the cock and held it pointed
straight up in the air. The only set of eyes bigger
than Rodney's were Michelle's. She watched as the black
woman slowly dipped her hips until the head of her
husband's cock touched her puffy labia. Then Michelle
watched Rodney's cock slip inside the woman's honey-pit
until she could not see it anymore.
Rodney lay flat on his back on the massage table and
the woman rode him bareback. Her black ass slowly moved
up and down, as she seemed to enjoy the slow,
pretentious seduction. Everyone's face was turned to
watch Rodney being literally fucked by one of the
African women. She was definitely a good actress as her
moans of desire and groans of sexual bliss implied she
was experiencing enormous pleasure.
Michelle had never watched her husband having sex and
for some strange reason she felt betrayed. The earlier
blowjob had been one traumatic event but actual
intercourse was something else. The one thing she found
most unbelievable was the fact her husband still had an
erection. Michelle kept drinking from the cup Sarge had
thrust into her hands and watching Rodney having sex
with a young, African woman.
By the time Michelle realized the drinks were spiked,
she had consumed far too much of the African nectar.
Sarge could always tell when the sedative had worked by
the silly smirk on the captive's face. He recognized
his young son was overly excited and it was time to let
Kato possess the gorgeous white slave. Sarge noticed
how Kato never took his eyes off Michelle's luscious
tits, swaying in the water, and that the bobbing
boobies mesmerized the boy.
Everyone was preoccupied and so was Kato. Only he was
not concentrating on what was happening across the
room. He dearly wanted to feel Michelle's titties but
his father's advice to wait for the right time was
forefront in his mind. Suddenly Sarge whispered his go-
ahead and Kato immediately put his hands on Michelle.
It seemed ridiculous but Michelle still used her hands
in a hopeless attempt to stop the boy from groping her
womanly treasures. Then Kato put one of her dainty
hands in his and shifted them to his illustrious
hardon. Michelle quickly pulled her hand away but not
before she felt the size of the boy's pecker.
Michelle tried to hold back and not let Kato force her
out of the tub. She desperately glanced around the
expansive room but nothing offered her any solace. The
tiled bathroom with the overly busy massage table was
brightly lit. The hot tub was in a dimmer lit area but
it was also surrounded by lots of clean, white tile.
There was a lighted area across a vast open bedroom,
which contained a large bed, and Michelle shivered
remembering the last time she was in that bed.
It was with the same boy and Michelle realized that his
intensions were likely the same as they were that
night. Kato tugged on her hand, as he stepped out of
the tub, and a shiver of despair shot up Michelle's
backbone when she noticed his obvious aroused state.
Kato's big pecker bobbed up and down, as he moved, and
he pulled her out of the tub even though she resisted.
Giggles erupted from the two sisters, as they watched
the naked couple who had water dripping off their
bodies. The girls knew exactly what Kato had planned
and their emotions soared thinking of watching it
happen again.
Michelle glanced one more time at Rodney but lost all
hope when she noticed the tribal woman was still
humping her husband. Her eyes surveyed the hot tub but
again she lost hope. Sarge had his arm around his wife
and Zelda appeared engrossed in the intense, erotic
show. The two daughters had big smiles on their faces
and they huddled against each other relishing the
sexual exhibition. The spectators were in a perfect
location, allowing them to watch everything, as the hot
tub was between the massage table and the bed.
***
Sarge was a maniac and in complete control. Rodney's
seduction had barely finished when Sarge instructed
Kato to take the beautiful white woman over to the bed.
Suddenly Michelle's feet were moving. Kato quickly
coaxed her out of the tub and he held her arm, as he
walked across the room, pulling the struggling woman
behind him. Once he reached the bed, Kato stopped and
yanked Michelle's arm until she was standing beside the
bed.
Michelle turned towards Kato wanting to plead with him
but that was a mistake. The boy merely put his arms
around her torso and hugged her tightly into his hard,
lanky body. Her mouth opened to speak but suddenly she
felt his appalling intimidator running from her pelvis
all the way up the center of her tummy. Kato's cock was
so hot and hard it burned a long welt across her
stomach.
Sarge wanted the husband to watch everything his wife
did. He immediately called Rodney back to the hot tub
once his orgasm was finished. Also, Sarge summoned his
two faithful, tribal women. The three got into the tub
and it didn't take long for everyone to sit in a semi-
circle so that they could all see the staged bedroom
scenes.
The devious man made sure he was sitting beside Rodney.
"My goodness! Look how nice they look together... your
wife and my son," Sarge whispered. "My God... I think
we are going to witness something truly wonderful...
don't you?"
Rodney couldn't help but feel apprehensive and far too
worried to answer the man. He watched his wife's
slender, sexy body rubbing up against the tall,
muscular boy. Suddenly Michelle's dainty hand reached
for Kato's pecker. Her fingers wrapped around the thick
shaft in an attempt to push it away from her tummy but
it looked pathetic to Rodney. It appeared that she
pulled the boy's cock to the side and caressed the
burning meat bringing a wide smile to Kato's boyish
face.
"Her hand looks small on his cock... on Kato's big
cock," Sarge whispered. "Can you imagine it inside her.
She be Kato's woman tonight... and many more nights!"
Rodney had no idea his wife had already fallen prey to
the sly African who had screwed Michelle during her
first night at Sarge's home. His eyes grew wider
watching Michelle wrestle with Kato and the whole drama
appeared too breathtaking to miss any of the graphic
struggles.
Michelle peered up at Kato with her mouth still open
and the boy silenced her with a kiss. Suddenly his
tongue was inside her mouth and Michelle didn't know
how to combat the boy's assault. She let go of Kato's
cock and put both hands on his chest, as if trying to
push him away. He continued to scorch her with his cock
and then he put his hands on her butt, squeezing each
cheek in a determined manner.
Michelle's mind kept wondering, 'what if' and 'if
that.' All of a sudden the boy punctuated one of her
dire questions. He sort of lifted Michelle off her
feet, high enough that her crotch rose above his penis,
and then he dropped her back to the floor. Michelle
felt the boy's pecker slip between her legs and lay
along her wetness in a most threatening fashion. Kato's
pecker was so stiff that it pushed hard against the
entire length of her slit. She felt the burning meat
spreading her delicate petals so that his cock rested
directly in her exposed opening.
Kato could feel the vast wetness on the top portion of
his cock. He felt the entire length of his cock lie
along Michelle's narrow crotch and caress all of her
womanly charm. He slowly shifted his hips back and
forth and that separated the labia even wider so his
cock pushed on the rosy clitoris. Michelle knew that
talking to the boy was stupid so she merely moaned and
groaned trying to let him know she didn't desire his
unwanted caresses. The problem with her reasoning was
that Kato interpreted her sounds as lust for what he
was doing.
All of a sudden Michelle summoned all of her courage.
She deemed that she had to get the boy's pecker off her
precious pussy or suffer the consequences. Her hand
slinked downward between the bodies until she reached
the joined pelvises. She grabbed the long, hard shaft
of Kato's cock and pulled it from between her legs.
Michelle struggled but managed to turn her body
sideways so that she had room to masturbate the boy's
cock.
Even Michelle did not understand why her hand moved or
why it was so robotic. Her fingers squeezed the burning
rod and pumped slowly up and down the extended shaft
while her eyes never left the boy's cock. Suddenly she
contemplated a way out. Michelle was excited and more
confident than at any time since arriving in the
African city. She was determined to be a strong woman
and not be overcome by Sarge's wicked plans. Michelle
reasoned she might have to jerk-off Kato, and even let
the boy have sex with her, but she vowed not to succumb
to any temptation.
Success was imminent and Michelle squeezed harder and
pumped faster. Her eyes bulged expecting the throbbing
penis to erupt into an enormous Mount Vesuvius but
suddenly her world crumbled. The boy grabbed her hands
and easily yanked them from his throbbing pecker. Then
Kato nudged her backwards until the back of her legs
hit the bed and she was forced to sit down. Suddenly
the boy started rubbing the wet end of his penis all
over her face, her chest and finally her boobs. She
desperately wanted to stop Kato but some strange urge
prevented any resistance.
When the powerfully built boy shoved her backwards,
Michelle suspected what was next. Her eyes widened as
she stared at Kato who was now standing between her
legs, which were spread wide hanging over the edge of
the bed. His cock was in his fist and Kato gave every
indication his hunger for her had reached a breaking
point. Michelle glared straight ahead but this time she
was ready. She vowed to fight with all of her
willpower. Sarge's son could ravage her body but she
would never surrender.
All of a sudden Kato fell on top of her outstretched
body, and he pulled her all the way onto the bed. She
could feel his burning rod pressing against the lower
part of her left leg and wondered why in hell he was
way down there. Tremor after tremor shot through her
torso, as she imagined the boy's cock getting bigger,
but she was still determined. Suddenly Kato put his
hands on the insides of her thighs and pushed them
farther apart. He was getting ready to mount her, she
assumed, and her body tensed.
Then she felt the boy's tongue licking her thighs; then
the delicate area all around her opening, and then all
over her baby-like pelvis. Michelle was fully prepared
for intercourse but all of a sudden something was
wrong. Suddenly she felt fingers on her labia and then
the lips were pried wide-open. Michelle's eyes rolled
back into her head even before the boy's tongue touched
her.
She never felt so helpless, as her pussy lips were held
apart. It was the greatest intimidation, which robbed
the last shred of her sanity just as Kato's tongue
lashed through the vast wetness. Her body jerked wildly
and she didn't know what else to do.
Michelle's head rolled side to side desperately looking
for her husband. She suspected Rodney was watching from
the shadows but strangely she was unable to stop
reacting to the boy's assault. Only moments earlier,
Michelle's confidence soared thinking that she could
win the battle of Sarge's humiliation. Suddenly it
happened so fast her entire will to fight was
destroyed. Kato rammed his tongue to the hilt inside
her opening and put his fingers around her fragile
clitoris.
The last thing Michelle thought she would do, she did.
"Oh gawd... gawd, your tongue. It's inside me...
licking my cunt," she wailed even though she knew
better. "Please... not your tongue. Please, don't eat
me."
Then Kato's top lip curled and surrounded the throbbing
clit. "No... dear gawd, no. Not that... don't use your
teeth... not on my thingie," she moaned unaware of what
she was saying. The combination of the earlier
sedatives, the ongoing intimidation, and the sudden
sexual assault was too much. "Oh my... your teeth.
Nibbling my thingie and I... I can't stop. Oh gawd,
no... your finger is inside... fucking my hole. Gawd,
no... I'm cuuuuming!"
Kato could taste the free flowing cream and he
swallowed madly trying to drink it all. He nibbled the
clitoris exactly as instructed by his father and
marveled at how the goddess reacted. Sarge had been
absolutely correct when he said, "Break her will with
your tongue... then fuck her with your big cock."
The boy had accomplished the first feat to perfection
and it was time for number two. The honey-hole was
still running but his thirst had been quenched. He
quickly slithered upward until his upper body was
directly over Michelle's. Kato stared down at the
prettiest face etched with extreme anxiety and he
shifted his hips into position.
All of a sudden Michelle felt the boy's hips lifting
and then the tip of his cock was pressing into her
wetness. She never felt so helpless, as the flared head
spread her opening, enabling the boy to insert two or
three inches of his virile cock. Kato was more than
ready after the rigorous cunnilingus. He rammed his
cock to the hilt and speared her cervix with one swift
thrust.
Kato hit a wall and then he held steady to enjoy the
immense pride of the sweetest conquest. Once again the
beautiful, white goddess was his slave. He moved slow
and with a deliberate plan to conquer every intimate
emotion of Michelle's being.
Michelle sobbed but surrendered to Sarge's wishes. "Oh
gawd... gawd it's deep... so deep. Oh gawd... I can
feel it, inside... deep inside. Your penis... big black
cock... fucking me," she moaned in almost ranting
fashion.
Rodney's eyes whelmed with tears watching his devoted
wife surrendering her soul to the devil. Her shapely
legs were thrashing in the air being held high by Kato
who wanted absolute freedom. Then Rodney noticed that
very familiar sign that his wife was experiencing an
orgasm. Her hips jerked once... and then again and
again towards the enthusiastic boy.
"Fuck me... oh gawd, fuck me harder. Put your black
baby in my belly!"
Rodney almost fainted as his wife drifted through
Sarge's African oasis. She had already experienced an
orgasm, but yet, here she was moments later in the
midst of another gigantic one.
Sarge's signal was all it took for the two, young women
to act. Sarge swiftly shifted out of the way to allow
the women to surround the saddened husband. They were
determined to console Rodney's broken spirit and the
one woman wasn't shocked when she reached down in the
hot water finding a hardened pecker. The woman was well
aware that Sarge had given Rodney enough horny goat
weed to last many hours. The combination of tribal
aphrodisiac and watching his wife's erotic encounter
was too much for any man to endure.
***
Michelle's head pounded and ached when she woke. The
hangover from too much alcohol and special African
medication was getting more familiar to her but the
lingering affects still caused her head to hurt. She
was alone in bed and very thankful for the respite. Her
memory drifted back to the eventful night and although
it was hazy from drinking and eating laced fruit, she
remembered. Tremors shot through her entire body with
the memories of how she spent all night in bed with
Sarge's son.
Through the foggy cobwebs, her mind brought back the
memories of the night. She remembered looking towards
the other bed in the room and seeing her husband with
the two African women. She wondered how many times
Rodney had intercourse with the women, as every time
she looked over, he was riding one of them. It seemed
that he had an everlasting hardon and Michelle could
not remember her husband ever staying hard longer than
a few minutes. Sometime during the night, Rodney left
the bedroom with the two women and that was the last
she saw of her husband.
Then she remembered Kato. Michelle dearly wanted the
memory to be a nightmare, or some horrible dream, but
it wasn't. Her heartbeat increased remembering how
wonderful it felt during the numerous intercourses,
each time Kato made love to her. She could not remember
being touched so intimately or so deeply. Maybe it was
her womanly intuition but she felt consumed by the
African boy. The promise of becoming pregnant did not
have the horrendous reaction it should have and she
felt guilty. Then Michelle found it too daunting to
imagine a married white woman giving birth to an
African baby.
Suddenly Sarge's daughters interrupted her daydreaming
when they rushed into the room. Michelle covered her
nudity with a sheet and watched the two girls hustle
around the room gathering clothes. Then they came over
to Michelle indicating that she should dress right away
and don the clothes they provided for her.
It was time for breakfast and Sarge's family considered
it one meal where everyone attended so as to start the
day off right. Michelle dressed trying to keep her
nudity shielded from the giggling girls and she felt
much better once she was fully clothed. Then the girls
beckoned her to follow them.
The three headed downstairs to the eating area, which
was already busy. All of a sudden Michelle felt pangs
of hunger and realized it had been a long time since
she last ate. Sarge and Zelda were already seated at
the table along with Rodney and Kato. It was strange
how people were creatures of habit, as the two tribal
women were seated beside Rodney like they had last
evening and the daughters quickly ran around the table
to their assigned seats. That left one seat for
Michelle, the same one as last evening beside Kato and
across from her husband.
Michelle was the last one standing and she quickly sat
down. She dearly wanted to apologize to her husband for
last night but then remembered Rodney's indiscretions,
so she didn't say anything. She merely reached across
the table giving Rodney's hand an emotional squeeze and
then mouthed the words, 'I love you.'
There was no time for solitude or for feeling sorry.
Everyone chatted and Michelle and Rodney were included
in conversation, which left no time for daydreaming.
When the meal finished, Sarge invited the couple into
his study. He was very convincing and his voice was
stern. His manner left the couple with little choice
but to obey his demands.
Sarge's meeting with the couple lasted over an hour and
in that time he outlined exactly what the future held
for Michelle and Rodney. He informed them that Michelle
would remain a welcomed guest in his home and they both
shuddered at the disclosure. "Wife stay with my family.
She stay with Kato... be his woman."
He also outlined the kind of election report that was
to be handed in. Rodney was flying out shortly but he
would travel alone. Sarge had been very specific. "You
take report to committee. Hand in and give them
assurance that election was perfect. Also... tell
committee that you have job here," he told the shocked
international observer. "Tell them that you will work
in country... you accept job with our government."
Rodney stuttered and stammered but nothing constructive
came out of his mouth. He looked at the overbearing
security officer with an envious regard for the man's
shrewd manipulation. Sarge had obviously pulled strings
and secured a job for him, ensuring he and Michelle
would remain in the country. There didn't seem to be
anything he could do to fight Sarge. Well, Rodney
considered, unless he wanted his life destroyed and his
reputation ruined. Then he contemplated the fact his
wife was not allowed out of Sarge's home. Michelle was
strictly controlled and her every move was planned by
Sarge or one of his henchmen.
Rodney could see no way out. He would fly to Geneva and
be there for at least a week. He glanced at his plane
tickets and noticed the return date was exactly one
week away. Then the sudden awareness hit him hard in
the stomach. His wife would almost assuredly be
pregnant before his return. Rodney realized that
Sarge's wish for his young son to impregnate Michelle
would likely come true, if it hadn't already.
A woman experiencing multiply orgasms was a fallacy
Rodney had but that was before the hot tub party. He
witnessed his wife with Sarge's son and Rodney swore
she climaxed every time Kato fucked her. Michelle's
words still echoed in his head. She begged the boy to
fill her belly with his black seed and then Rodney
heard her utter the most heart-stopping request.
Michelle begged the African boy to make her pregnant.
Rodney would never forget her words and he managed to
take some comfort knowing the African drugs most likely
affected a sane person's mind in strange ways.
***
Sarge was evil and planned humiliating the American
actress to the extreme. He schemed from the first
moment he saw Marie Kelly enter airport security. Sarge
had encountered numerous white women, many who were
celebrities, over the years. He even managed to execute
devilish schemes to gain control over some of the white
women but his schemes seemed to get more and more
daring.
He started with white women who he found attractive and
sexy when they visited his country. Then he progressed
to blackmailing the gorgeous Michelle until he attained
complete control over the sexiest white women. Sarge
considered his leaving Michelle all alone in his
familiar African village as the most unscrupulous plan
ever. Seeing the Tribal Butterfly tattooed on the
woman's chest made him the happiest man. His devious
plan to keep Michelle in his country was progressing
flawlessly. At first Sarge doubted he would be
successful but now he saw Michelle's total acceptance
of his African culture.
Sarge almost had a heart attack when his niece told
him. Thema explained her most intimate feelings for
Michelle and told her uncle that she would be the
happiest woman if the white woman remained in the
country. Sarge felt confident he could make Thema's
wish come true and he marveled at his brilliant
ingenuity.
Suddenly there was a new conquest on the horizon. A
wide smile covered his face when the sexy Marie Kelly
walked up to the screening detector. Luckily it was one
of those times when Sarge was not busy and he was
lounging around in airport security. The actress had
that superior, 'I am better than you,' look when she
entered and it spurred Sarge to action. He quickly
whispered directions to his trusted comrade, Emu, and
the two men took over security measures of new
arrivals.
Sarge quickly grabbed the metal-detector wand out of a
guard's hand and used it himself. He waved the wand and
made sure it beeped whenever he passed it over Marie's
torso. All of a sudden Emu, who was running the x-ray
conveyor belt, let out a few excited statements. Sarge
peaked around the machine and noticed the obvious x-ray
images of contraband on the monitor screen. The puzzled
look on his face was priceless when he looked at the
pictures of small plastic bags in one of the actress's
suitcases.
Sarge grabbed the stunned Marie Kelly by the arm and
sternly guided her around the luggage to a convenient
interrogation room. He pushed her roughly into the room
and waited for his guards to bring in all of her
luggage. Emu and another guard set the suitcases on the
desk and opened them for inspection. Sarge slammed the
door and he slowly ventured across the room to the
desk. He turned to face the beautiful woman and seemed
to wait forever.
Marie Kelly was too surprised to even say a word and
she didn't know what was going on. Sarge merely stared
at her and then glanced at the suitcases. She was too
shocked to be afraid and stood motionless waiting for
Sarge to say something.
Sarge glared at the actress using his meanest
expression. "It is very bad... to smuggle drugs into my
country," he said. "Some people think they can get away
with anything in our small, African country. Sometimes
celebrities try anything."
"I... I don't know what's going on. Whatever is in my
suitcase... well it's not mine," she stuttered pointing
at the tampered suitcase. "Those plastic bags are not
mine!"
Sarge watched the woman fidget and squirm, as she stood
by the doorway. "Please... sit. Please, come in and sit
down," he said waving his hand at the only chair in
front of the desk. "I'm sure it's all a mistake... but
we'll check your luggage to be sure."
Marie Kelly suddenly found her courage and became
furious. It was all she could do to hold her temper and
she wanted to scream at the odious man. Somehow she
resisted the temptation to call Sarge every dirty name
in the book. "No. I would never do that... smuggle
drugs, sir," she said cringing when using the obvious
accolade. "Someone must have planted them... in there.
Whatever that is... well it's not mine!"
Sarge felt powerful and in control. "I'm sure your
luggage is okay... but I'll just go through it to make
sure," he said. "You wouldn't try to smuggle drugs into
my country... would you?"
Marie Kelly slowly walked across the room on unsteady
legs. She sat down just as Sarge began taking
everything out of her suitcases. When he got to her
vanity case, he rummaged through it until he found what
he wanted. "This drugs... some kind of drugs?" He held
up a container of birth control pills and waved it at
her.
"No... oh, no. Those are birth control pills... so I
don't get pregnant," she said. She almost fainted when
Sarge threw them on the floor and utterly flattened the
case and every pill with his big army boot. Marie Kelly
stared at the crushed pills, which were now powder.
"I make sure... destroy pills just in case they drugs.
You married?" he asked.
Marie would never understand why she blushed but her
face turned a brilliant red. "No. I'm not married. They
are... well I have a boyfriend and I don't want to get
pregnant," she stammered trying to explain how Western
society condones sexual activity at times. Marie didn't
really dread the thought of not having pills and she
had no plans to have sex with anyone, as her boyfriend
was not on the African safari.
Sarge had accomplished what he wanted for now. He
closed and secured her suitcases and waved his hand at
the plastic bags that had been removed. "I hear some
actors and actresses try smuggle drugs. But I forget
about it... for now," he said. "I'm sure someone
planted drugs. You free to go. In fact... I'll put you
up at our best hotel. Consider it a gift for
embarrassment of search. Please accept our hospitality
at the best hotel in the city."
Marie Kelly thought she had won. All of a sudden the
security officer apologized and she felt totally
vindicated. When Sarge opened the door of the
interrogation room, an angry manager immediately
confronted him. Marie Kelly's manager waved his arms
and spoke much louder than need be to Sarge who was
obviously the officer in-charge. He chastised Sarge and
the actress watched her illustrious manager tearing a
strip off the airport security officer. For some
strange reason she didn't think Sarge was really
scared. His face was etched with a smirk and he kept
glancing in her direction, as if to say, 'we'll meet
again... soon.'
There was something eerie about Sarge and Marie Kelly
felt a shiver shot up her backbone thinking what might
happen if he ever got her alone. Then Marie quickly
shrugged off the impossible thought, thinking that she
was far too witty to ever be caught off guard by some
African soldier.
There were small lingering doubts still left in her
mind, as her entourage left the airport. She wondered
why Sarge had somehow blamed her for bringing drugs
into the country. The thought that Sarge only conceded
to give them complimentary hotel rooms because he had
something else planned was totally preposterous to
Marie. Then she recalled the most confident grin on his
face. She was skeptical of the way he undressed her
with his dark, mysterious eyes but shrugged it off to
male hormones and an African fetish for white women.
***
Sarge had the utmost respect and admiration for
Michelle but none for Marie Kelly. She was white meat
available for his African pleasures and he planned
getting into her famous panties. By the time word of
the actress being kidnapped got into the international
newspapers, she would be royally screwed, blued and
literally tattooed. The thought of tattooing the
seductive actress made Sarge shudder with anticipation.
He thought about having a scaring ritual for the
actress. The one for Michelle had turned out perfect in
many ways. First the tattoo symbolized a woman's
femininity and sensuality. Everyone in the tribe
considered the artistry a beautification of a woman's
body and only the African Rose was more cherished than
the African Butterfly. Also Sarge's tribe accepted the
beautiful Michelle, as a member of the tribe even
though she was white.
Sarge decided the perfect symbol for Marie Kelly was
the Epa. His tribe considered the drawing as handcuffs,
and it stood for law, justice and most importantly,
slavery and captivity. The symbol was a fairly simple
design, which consisted of two interlocking diamonds,
and Sarge contemplated having them carved onto the
actress's chest. Although the slavery concept
represented an African tribe being out of slavery,
Sarge's mind considered the symbol as one of putting
someone into captivity.
He had no intention of collecting a ransom for the
woman's freedom but merely planned using it as a ruse
to get complete control over the actress. Sarge's eyes
stared into the bright sunshine. He had to blink many
times because of the dry, hot air and his heart rate
increased, as the time for his planned rebel attack
neared. Some of his security guards were dressed in
vagabond uniforms to resemble a mysterious band of
rebels and he planned using the charade to abduct the
beautiful Marie Kelly.
The actress was on her way with her entourage to visit
remote African villages in hopes of giving donations to
improve living conditions for the villagers. Marie
Kelly was completely unaware that she was the target of
Sarge's devious kidnapping and her two vehicles drove
across the arid wasteland. The first vehicle carried
three security men hired by the actress to escort her
and her group on the safari. Marie, her male manager
and two female assistants were in the second limo with
a driver and another security guard.
All of a sudden several army jeeps forced the lead
limousine to stop. Many rebel soldiers put on the show
of a lifetime. Mosi carried a machine gun and boldly
walked up to the driver's door of the limo. He quickly
pulled the door open and grabbed the familiar African
driver out of the car. As pre-arranged by Sarge, the
driver quickly disappeared across the barren
countryside until he was out of sight. Waiting for him
was an air-conditioned car, which was going to return
him to the city along with a couple of the other
African security guides.
Marie Kelly was in the backseat of the second limo and
watched in complete horror when their car was stopped.
When the driver was suddenly yanked out of the first
car and ordered to leave, she was left speechless. She
glanced out the side windows to see several uniformed
men surrounding both vehicles. Most had weapons and
being unarmed left all the visitors with a feeling of
vulnerability.
Nothing in any brochure or travel package ever
mentioned any rebel activity in the country. Marie
huddled against her manager hoping it was all a bad
dream. Suddenly both backdoors of the limo opened and
the obvious leader of the rebels shouted orders for her
to get out of the car. Marie refused to move and then
her manager decided to take things into his own hands.
He quickly shuffled out of the car and started yelling
at Mosi. In the flash of an eye, the manager was
knocked cold. One of Mosi's men blindsided the manager
and he hit him with the butt of his gun. The man's
lifeless body hit the dust and everyone else presumed
the rebels meant business.
Mosi held out his hand inviting the sexy actress out of
the limo. At first Marie Kelly refused to take his hand
but something in the daring stare of his dark eyes made
her move. She took Mosi's big hand and slowly got out
of the car to stand before the large man like a frail
little girl.
It happened so fast that Marie didn't have a chance to
struggle. Her arms were pinned and tied, rendering her
almost helpless. Then Mosi wrapped tape around her head
making sure her eyes were completely covered. "Oh
gawd... gawd no. Please gawd, please don't do this,"
she begged. "Dear gawd... I'll give you money. Any
amount... just let me go."
Mosi wasn't finished with his agenda. He walked back to
the limo so he could speak to the others. The two
assistants with the actress were not about to volunteer
to fight for their boss's safety. Mosi leaned into the
car giving directions in a clear precise voice. "We are
Sudani rebels. We hold woman for money... ransom," he
said, handing a folded piece of paper to one of the
women. "Drive back to city... take hopeless piece of
shit with you. That note will explain everything...
everything you need to know about kidnapping."
Then Mosi stepped over to the manager and easily lifted
the unconscious man off the ground. The man did stir
when he was moved but did nothing to assist Mosi, as
the big man tossed him into the limo. He landed on the
floor at the women's feet but neither woman offered to
help the man. The driver immediately put the car into
drive and headed away, as fast as possible.
***
Marie's entire body shook in fear. Her dark world was
scary and she couldn't remember a time when she feared
more for her life. The long, hot drive across the
desert had lasted forever but now she was in some kind
of building. She was bound in a chair and could hear a
man walking around her. His hot breath hit her every
time he leaned close to her face. Suddenly his face was
next to her cheek. "Are you afraid?"
She heard the man's voice and wasn't going to answer
until she felt a sharp jab in the side of her ribs.
"Yes... Oh gawd, yes. Oh please... don't hurt me," she
pleaded. "I'll give you anything... money... any amount
of money."
Marie Kelly sobbed but tried hard to control her
emotions so that she wouldn't break out crying. She let
out gasps of horror, as her sheer blouse was slowly
unbuttoned. Marie felt rough fingers brush against her
flushed skin until every button was undone and the
front was pushed to the sides. She could only imagine
what it looked like and wondered how many people were
in the room.
It was extremely hot and dry and she felt sweat
covering her entire body. The tape was so tightly stuck
around her eyes and head that it was beginning to hurt.
She never imagined the darkness could give her such a
helpless feeling, as she couldn't see even the
slightest ray of light. Suddenly she felt the ties
around her wrists being cut away and then her arms were
free.
Marie thought about fighting and putting up a
determined struggle. Then she realized that being off
in an unknown desert all by herself without anyone
around to help was far too imposing. She shivered as
daring fingers slowly traced an outline all around her
expensive, lacy brassiere. The fingers paused at the
top of her bra and purposely waited for her to utter a
few whimpers of distress.
All of a sudden the lacy cup was pulled away from her
chest and Marie knew someone was looking down at her
exposed breast. Her reaction of pulling backwards
merely enabled Mosi to see more of Marie's adorable
titty. Her boobs were quite big for her slender frame
and he imagined them to be about a 34d. When the desert
air hit her nipple, she knew it was fully exposed to
hungry eyes, which sent a tremor of helplessness
through her throbbing head.
Suddenly the skimpy material was grabbed at the thin
strip of fabric between the cups. In a flash the
garment was ripped and the cups left dangling in her
armpits. The temperature was high and the heat was
enormous but she still shivered when her clothes were
stripped from her torso.
Marie found it strange that her hearing was suddenly
more acute than ever. She could hear heavy breathing to
her left; then heavier panting to her right before the
man in front of her spoke. "My men say your tits are
beautiful. They want to feel them," Mosi whispered
sending more tremors through her body. "Is it okay if
they touch... fell your wonderful tits?"
Mosi had to admit that the actress had luscious tits.
They were big with large rounded areolas, which were a
very light brownish color. There was only the slightly
sag and Mosi marveled how her seductive tits sort of
made him drool. The small nipples were centerpieces
that made her boobs overly succulent, and it was easy
to see why Marie Kelly was considered an actress with
much sex appeal. He imagined putting a nipple in his
mouth and sucking it until it stood hard and proud.
Mosi could see Marie licking her lips trying to make
them moist. He didn't expect her to answer his question
so he grabbed a cup full of special drink and put it to
her lips. "Drink! Drink something to quench your
thirst. It is hot today... and a person gets thirsty."
Marie Kelly swallowed, as fast as she could, but still
plenty of liquid ran out the corners of her mouth. Mosi
loved the affect of the fluid running down her chin and
flowing down her abundant breasts, coating them with
glistening juice. Mosi made sure she drank lots and in
no time he noticed her serious, dire complexion start
to change. Marie no longer looked afraid and her
breathing was so rapid that her entire face looked
blushed.
He put his lips at her ear. "Is it okay if they feel
your tits? My soldiers think your tits are beautiful...
luscious and sexy."
It wasn't more than minutes ago that she steadfastly
refused to accept the man's fondling. All of a sudden
she wondered if it wasn't for the best and that she
should allow him to grope her nudity in an effort to be
freed. She flinched when his big hand touched her. Mosi
put his fingers on her shoulder and kept them there for
a moment. Then he started running the tip of his
forefinger all over until it reached her raised melon.
Marie Kelly felt the man trace a circular pattern
around her breast and then he swiftly seized the
hardened pebble. His fingers surrounded her nipple and
squeezed lightly at first. She moaned wishing he would
stop but then he squeezed harder. Harder and then he
squeezed harder. "Owie... owieeeee. Oh gawd, it
hurts... please don't hurt me," she pleaded.
Suddenly there was a cup at her lips and she was forced
to drink again. Mosi grabbed her head and tipped it
back letting the liquid flow down her throat. She
gulped desperately trying to prevent choking on the
abundant drink, which allowed Mosi to accomplish his
goal. He wasn't satisfied until Marie had drained the
cup and then he let go of her head while she gasped for
much needed air.
Mosi put his lips next to her ear. "I hear you are
famous actress... an American actress. I want to see
how good you really are. I want you to do some acting
for me," he whispered. "If you finger yourself...
masturbate, then I might not fuck your pretty white
ass. I might let you go without letting every man in
the room fuck your sexy white cunt."
Marie Kelly wondered if things could get any worse. Her
mind swirled over the dilemma trying to think of a way
out but there didn't seem to be any. She was all alone
being held by some African rebels and for all she knew,
they would seriously hurt her if she didn't do what
they demanded. Obviously the offer of money didn't
tweak their interest and she deemed they were after
sex.
Marie Kelly made the firm decision to do it. She would
obey the shameful demands hoping it would save her from
further turmoil. Her right hand rotated to the front of
her body and she placed the palm of her dainty hand on
her flat tummy. Marie felt her stomach heaving in and
out and she knew the panic would overtake her if she
didn't act fast.
It was decision time. Her fingers slithered downward
and beneath the waistband of her designer jeans. The
pants were tight and it was very difficult for her hand
to slip lower. "Show men your white pussy... show
pussy, or else!"
Now she wasn't sure what to do but there was no
indecision in Mosi. Marie Kelly felt his fingers on her
jeans and then the snap and zipper were undone leaving
the front gaping open. "Standup! Standup so I can take
pants off," Mosi whispered giving her the sickest
feeling.
Marie Kelly was too afraid to move a muscle. Mosi
grabbed her by the shoulders and jerked her to her
feet. "You stand. Standup and we take pants off."
She stood feeling her legs almost give way. Her hands
were at her waist valiantly trying to prevent the man
from stripping her jeans but her attempts proved
fruitless. Suddenly her pants were pushed down until
they were in a ball at her feet. Marie Kelly felt the
sudden air surrounding her almost nudity. Then her
loosened clothing already hanging open was stripped
from her torso.
Mosi and two of his men stared at the gorgeous actress,
each moving so they could see her from every angle.
Marie Kelly's thong was the only garment she still wore
and it only added to her sexual allure. The skimpy
material was misadjusted and Mosi loved the way the
thong disappeared into certain crevices. He ogled Marie
Kelly from behind and noticed the strip of material was
fully buried between her seductive ass-cheeks. Then he
rotated around her shivering body to see the most
adorable camel-toe.
Marie Kelly felt the narrow strip of panty between her
thighs being lodged into her soaked pussy lips. She
desperately wanted to correct the garment but felt any
adjustment would only add insult to injury.
All of a sudden Mosi was next to her. "You actress?
Then you show men... act for them," he whispered. "You
masturbate... do it and we not hurt you. You act now,
or else!"
The large amount of African aphrodisiac forced down her
throat was raging through her entire body. Marie Kelly
knew better but strangely her normal reasoning was
flawed. Suddenly Mosi pushed her back into the chair
and she sat down with a thump. His lips never left her
ear. "Do it... masturbate like an actress."
Her fingers slithered into the sheer panties until her
forefinger covered the thin strip of short, black hair.
Marie Kelly cursed the fact that she had, only days
ago, waxed her pussy area leaving merely an inch-wide
strip of stubble above her precious opening. She let
out whimpers when the tip of her finger touched her
wetness. Then she put the length of her finger directly
over the narrow slit, as if waiting for an
intervention.
"Do it! Masturbate and it might save you. I might not
fuck your pretty white ass if you masturbate," Mosi
whispered with his lips next to her ear. "Have you ever
been fucked by a big... black... cock?"
Her finger slipped into the wetness so fast the speed
amazed her. Her hand pushed the thong to the side and
instantly her fingers surrounded the puffy gem.
Suddenly everything was like it always was when she
masturbated. She pinched the clit just hard enough to
keep it securely between her fingers and then she
rolled it around vigorously. Marie Kelly could hear the
squishy juices being swirled around but she didn't
stop.
A short, swift spasm shot through her loins and Kelly
knew there would be more... many more. She spread her
legs a little wider, which allowed her to retain a
better grip on her clitoris, and her hand was a blur.
Her mind was made up. This was the only way to save
herself, so she would succumb to the immense
humiliation, and masturbate in front of her captors.
Mosi could see her emotions rising and knew it would
not be long before she creamed. He literally dumped
more of his secret potion down her throat and let it
spill all over her bare chest. Mosi smiled with the
realization nobody could drink this much and not have
their ability to think straight severely impaired. He
watched her hips jerk randomly and he sensed her orgasm
was very near.
All of a sudden he slapped her hand away. The sudden
shock was profound and Marie Kelly wondered what was
wrong. Then it happened. Mosi placed his hard,
pulsating rod in her hand. Her right hand was hanging
at her side and he stepped close to her so that his
cock was beside her hand. He put her dainty hand in his
and then placed them directly on his thick pecker.
"Feel it? Feel the big... black... cock. Cuz it's goin'
to be inside your belly," Mosi whispered with every
word sending waves of despair through her entire body.
"Oh gawd... no. No... dear gawd, no," Kelly moaned as
her heart rate increased dramatically. "But you
said..."
"Feel it honey. I'm goin' to fuck you... stick my big,
black cock into your do-gooder cunt," Mosi said.
Kelly felt doom wash over her. She couldn't get the
thick meat out of her hand and Mosi kept moving his
hips so that his cock was even more threatening. Then
he pulled Marie Kelly to her feet and with one swift
jerk, Mosi literally ripped the useless panties from
her body. He carefully cut the tape so the blindfold
could be easily removed and suddenly the actress saw
the black demon, which had burnt her hand.
***
Marie Kelly was afraid to open her eyes. Her temples
throbbed so madly that her headache made it too
difficult to think straight. Her memory was vague but
Marie Kelly reasoned that she must have passed out. Her
last tangible recollection was of having the African's
cock in her hand. Bits and pieces of many lost hours
slowly floated through her distraught mind from that
point. Every time she struggled or attempted to stop
what was happening during the night, someone poured
more sedative down her throat. She had been in a
classic stupor and although she knew what was going on
around her, there was nothing she could do about it.
The blindfold had been removed but she was still blind.
She vaguely recalled the big, strong rebel forcing her
to masturbate. Then he led her to a bed where things
happened that were drastic and emotional. The night was
the most traumatic of her life but she would not
recollect anything more than occasional glimpses of
what really happened.
Marie Kelly had not been aware of movie cameras setup
and recording every detail. Sarge instructed Mosi on
what to do and exactly what he wanted, in an effort to
ensure the actress became his devoted servant. The
evidence would definitely shock her, and anyone who saw
the numerous scenes of interracial sex. The only way
Marie Kelly would be aware that she had been a tribal
sex-toy for masculine warriors would be to watch the
recorded movies.
Ironically the actress performed the most uninhibited
performance of her life but most viewers would never be
aware that she had been drugged. There were times she
appeared like a rag doll but the fact was easily missed
watching the sexy white woman being ravaged and screwed
by natives. The recorded evidence would forever detail
how Mosi, Zuberi and other males of the tribe sexually
used her naked body.
Her eyes fluttered, as fleeting images of the previous
night flashed through her head. First there were
rugged, tattooed warriors with one after another
between her legs, filling her with their virile seed.
Then images she didn't understand floated in her brain.
There seemed to be teenagers, many boys enjoying sexual
favors for the first time. Marie Kelly shook her head
trying to get rid of the debasing seduction.
Waking up was proving harder than usual. Marie Kelly
tried to move but every muscle was stiff and sore. Her
body seemed to be covered with some mysterious sticky
remnants and she wiped her hand up and down the front
of her sweaty torso. Her legs and pelvis ached and she
suspected the worst. Her drug-sedated mind was
oblivious to how many times she had intercourse.
All of a sudden one particular incident shattered her
already broken confidence. One of the boys brought his
dog into the abode and he threatened to force her to
have sex with his dog. Marie Kelly remembered crying
loudly and begging for mercy which must have helped.
The dog was taken away but she was still forced to have
sex with another boy or two.
Suddenly she needed more sleep. Her eyelids grew too
heavy to stay open and Marie Kelly fell asleep with the
sun high. It was in the middle of the hottest time of
day and she nonchalantly threw the blankets off, as it
was too hot for any covers.
***
Marie Kelly's manager was in the hotel room with the
two assistants waiting to hear from the rebels. They
had returned to the hotel after the scary rebel attack
and were met by the familiar airport security officer.
The manager showed Sarge the ransom note and he
mentioned the fact that it would be impossible to pay
the demanded five million American dollars. The note
went on to say that no mention of the kidnapping should
be put out to the international media, or else. The
threat only put dire possibilities in the manager's
mind and he readily assumed the rebels would physically
harm the actress if they didn't obey.
Sarge quickly dispelled the assumption the actress was
in immediate danger from the rebels, telling the group
that he would assure Marie Kelly's release. He told
them that the attack was merely random and rebels had
never physically harmed any hostage in the past. He
reassured them that he would secure her freedom within
a few days and that they had nothing to worry about.
Sarge made them believe he was the good guy to which
they all thanked him for his loyal service. His devious
smile went unnoticed by the group and they never
suspected Sarge was behind the planned kidnapping.
The manager rubbed the back of his head but he felt
much better after talking with Sarge. He was thankful
that it was only a bump on the head and not something
more severe. Then he imagined what Marie Kelly must
have been experiencing at that very moment and he
shivered thinking of the beautiful actress being held
hostage by some vagabond savages. Even after Sarge's
assurances that nothing very serious would happen to
Marie Kelly, the manager still had some lingering
doubts.
There was a sudden knock on the door and all three
jumped with anticipation. A hotel porter was standing
at the door and he displayed a diskette, which
contained a nondescript DVD. "This come for you. Man
say not show anyone... not show Sarge or anyone. He
warn... if you show disk to anyone... man say they harm
actress," the porter said waving the DVD around. Then
to ensure the manager understood, he reiterated.
"Remember... not show anyone... or else!"
The manager was furious but then reasoned that there
was absolutely nothing he could do without compromising
Marie Kelly's delicate situation. He took the DVD and
immediately shut the door when the porter walked away
in a fast, steady pace. The temptation was great to see
what was on the DVD and he quickly popped the disk into
the hotel's player. The manager expected to see the
rebel's ransom demands for Marie Kelly's safe release
and he hushed the two female assistants, as the screen
came to life.
A person could hear a pin drop when the scenes of
interracial sex scrolled across the screen. No one
could believe the actress would condone let alone
perform such perverted sexual behavior. Suddenly the
grown woman was having intercourse with a boy. He
appeared to be young but there was nothing immature
about the slong between his legs. His pecker was man-
size and he knew exactly what to do with it.
What made the movie the biggest shocker to all of Marie
Kelly's staff was that she was in the midst of what
looked like an earth-shaking orgasm? Her arms were
wrapped tightly around the boy and her hips were
thrusting out of control. The movie depicted the boy's
cock sliding in and out of her maidenly white pussy.
Everyone could tell the woman was experiencing an
orgasm while the boy was preparing for one.
Suddenly the boy's hips thrust downward so hard they
pounded the woman's ass into the hard bed. Marie Kelly
appeared even more desperate, as she clung to the boy
by digging her fingers into his bareback. "Screw me you
black bastard. Fuck me... make me your white bitch,"
came over the speakers and everyone stopped breathing.
Then a second boy came out of the shadows and it was
more than obvious what he had in mind. His cock was
fully erect and it stood menacing out in front of his
slender hips. The boy had his fist around the long
shaft and he pointed it at the adorable woman. When the
first boy dismounted, it was time for number two.
The woman's arms remained outstretched and seemed to
welcome the next intruder. Marie Kelly immediately
wrapped her arms around the boy's shoulders and he had
enough sense to ram his hard cock at her crotch.
Everyone's eyes opened wide when the head of the boy's
pecker disappeared into the pearly white shell. With
one powerful thrust, the boy embedded his ramrod to the
hilt and the woman let out a loud whoosh, as the thrust
knocked the wind out of her.
The boy started humping the woman on the screen without
one bit of resistance or struggle from her. It seemed
that Marie Kelly's entire goal was to please the boy so
her hips kept rotating and thrashing, which he seemed
to enjoy. Then his big hands grabbed her velvety white
hips and yanked with all his might. This embedded his
cock even more and the sound of a moaning woman became
very evident to the stunned onlookers.
None of Marie Kelly's staff could believe what they
were watching. They could only imagine what drastic
circumstances must have transpired to make the adorable
actress act so uncontrollably. The movie had been
skillfully edited and the sequence of events that night
was totally irrelevant. Starting with the encounters
with the tribal boys was Sarge's idea. By this time the
African aphrodisiac fully controlled Marie Kelly's mind
and she was willing to do almost anything.
Suddenly the second boy finished filling the
spectacular woman with his seedy cum and another boy
hovered nearby ready for his turn. Then the boys
switched positions and the writhering woman's arms
remained welcoming and receptive to another sexual
affair. This boy wiped the end of his stiff cock clean
by rubbing it all over the seductive, white titties and
everyone could see the glistening pre-cum left on every
part of the actress' boobs. He slapped both boobies
with his cock and it brought a loud moaning sound from
the sedated woman, which only seemed to be powerfully
captivating.
Marie Kelly seemed to push her chest at the boy and
even though her eyes remained closed, the woman's face
was etched with pure ecstasy. Suddenly the boy shifted
his long, slender body so that he was prone over Marie
Kelly's outstretched body. Everyone's eyes were
mesmeric as they watched the boy rub the flared head of
his cock up and down through the vast wetness until he
needed more.
All the onlookers acted like it was happening to them
when the head of the boy's cock spread the swollen
labia and entered the honey-pit. No one dared breathe
and their hearts beat like crazy when they witnessed
the cock slide slowly into the hole an inch at a time.
Everyone's breathing only resumed when the entire cock
disappeared and the boy's hips held absolutely still
for a brief moment. It was obvious he relished the
sudden volcanic heat and was waiting for the
overwhelming temperature to subside before he could
pump up and down.
"Holy cow... I think she's having another orgasm. My
gawd, she's cumming again... look at her hips," one of
Marie Kelly's assistants whispered. "My gawd... look at
her. Her legs are wrapped around the boy and she's...
gawd, she's having another one."
Suddenly everyone found their voice. "Did you see the
size of that boy... my gawd, he'd kill me with that
thing," the second woman whispered. "But you saw how
they poured that stuff down her... made her drink all
that stuff. Those fucking drugs must be powerful shit."
"Yeah, now that I watch her... watch her eyes. They
aren't open and she is in some kind of trance," the
first assistant said. "I'm sure she has no idea of what
is happening... of how she is fucking every boy in the
tribe."
Then the manager spoke up. "Shit! She's fucking the
third one and look. There must be five more lined up,"
he said with his voice raspy and breaking. "Everyone of
those boys is going to fuck her... make her the tribal
slut."
***
The manager's forecast was true. The movie played and
not one of the spectators wanted to push the stop
button on the DVD player. The manager had never seen a
woman, any woman, climax so many times. He had heard of
a woman experiencing multiple orgasms but never believe
it could happen. Somehow the shocked viewers forgot the
fact that Marie Kelly had been enticed with a powerful
aphrodisiac. They watched with their mouth's agape, as
the illustrious actress seemed to be the tribal slut
for every young boy in the village.
If watching all the sexual encounters between the
actress and each boy was not traumatic enough, the DVD
was far from over. Suddenly Marie Kelly was sitting in
a chair and to the amazement of every viewer, she was
masturbating. There was a blindfold on her eyes but
that did not last very long. It appeared that the
actress was on the threshold of an orgasm, as her
fingers moved at a blinding speed. The movie was
skillfully edited and viewers were oblivious to the
sequence of events, as they watched the prelude to what
was really the first gangbang.
All of a sudden a tall, black man slapped her hand
away. The three, movie watchers stared at the presumed
rebel whose body was naked and covered with colorful
paint. He quickly ripped Marie Kelly's skimpy thong off
and cut away the blindfold. Then the scene showed the
sobbing actress being led to a bed by the black warrior
and there was no doubt in anyone's mind what would
happen next.
They had all watched porno movies before but nothing
rivaled the rebel warrior mounting the struggling white
woman. Each viewer reasoned it was the sheer primitive
magic of animal lust and they could all feel the
intensity of the moment. The three huddled around the
television screen, as the scene depicted the warrior's
charcoal body glistening next to Marie Kelly's soft,
velvety skin.
Their hearts beat much faster and everyone's breathing
was rapid. Nobody said a word until Mosi forced his way
between Marie Kelly's thrashing legs with the help of
other warriors. "My dear God... he's going to rape
her," one of the women viewers whispered. "Look... look
at him. His cock is... dear God, it's inside poor
Marie."
Mosi fucked the actress and from the camera angle it
appeared like a consensual act. He rammed his cock to
the hilt causing Marie Kelly to groan very loud as her
pleas for mercy sounded more like moans of pleasure.
The viewers shivered when it became obvious the man was
experiencing an orgasm. Mosi arched his back and his
whole body tensed just before releasing his black
demons. "Oh God, no... no! He's doing it," the manager
whispered. "The black bugger is filling her with his
bastard seed."
The three sat in utter disbelief, as Mosi climaxed deep
inside the lovely actress. Then another rebel appeared,
and took his turn, and he was followed by yet another.
Suddenly the screwing was finished and the scenes
shifted to what appeared to be an evening. It was
twilight darkness but the camera managed to show all
the action clearly and bluntly. The gorgeous actress
was completely naked and she was stretched out on top
of a wooden rack with her arms securely tied over her
head. Her pretty face was etched with extreme anxiety
and the scene was hypnotic, as everyone expected
something drastic to happen.
Each onlooker fantasized that the movie was exactly
like one where a primitive tribe sacrificed some virgin
to their Gods. They stared at Marie Kelly's nakedness,
as she struggled to get free, and realized she was in
dire trouble. It was apparent that the woman suspected
some African ritual was about to be performed and she
was the one to be sacrificed by the tribe. Her feet
were bound to the end of the platform, which greatly
limited any struggles.
Marie Kelly's pretty face was marked with anguish and
her eyes were opened so wide they seemed horrified. It
all seemed so primitive and dramatic but the scenes
excited and built a secret desire inside each movie
viewer. Each woman could sense and feel Marie Kelly's
helplessness and panic, yet they did not want it to
stop. The women fantasized about it happening to each
of them but they didn't want to really experience the
drastic turmoil.
The manager could see the extreme anxiety written on
Marie Kelly's pretty face. He felt a pang of guilt for
wanting to watch the sacrifice of the sexy actress but
his eyes remained riveted to the most erotic scenes.
Then he noticed how the one man, who was much older,
kept raising Marie Kelly's head off the wooden plank so
he could pour something down her throat. Strangely it
seemed that after many such actions, the woman's
struggles appeared to lessen.
The manager got even more amazed, as time passed.
Whenever the older man brought the cup to the Marie
Kelly's lips, she gulped the juice down as if she was
experiencing a desert thirst. "That must be some
powerful drink. It's like before... during the
gangbang. Look! She isn't struggling anymore. In
fact... I think she wants him to do it... touch her,"
the manager whispered, too afraid to blink for fear of
missing something.
All of a sudden it showed the older man's dark face was
right next to Marie Kelly's face. Then his tongue
licked her cheek and even toyed with her ear, as his
lips moved in a talking fashion. There was no sound
over the speakers but it was quite obvious the man was
speaking. His lips moved and then the manager noticed
how Marie Kelly's body seemed to comply with some
silent command. Her legs opened and spread at the knees
to reveal a treasure that was almost concealed by
darkness.
Suddenly the actress struggled to open her legs wider,
which seemed hard because of her feet being shackled.
The older man put his hand on Marie Kelly's upraised
pelvis and then the movie was filled with sound. Mosi
operated the camera with the skill of a director and he
ensured a perfect production, which would require very
little editing. He used a wide-angle and then slowly
zoomed in on the most alluring body while the
microphone caught all of the sounds.
The voice was that of a woman begging and pleading with
someone. "Oh gawd... touch me. Touch my cunt... you
bastard. Oh gawd... I need your fingers... now!"
Zuberi had all of his actions fully scripted by Sarge.
He whispered in Marie Kelly's ear again. "You like
horny goat weed? It used in tribe for centuries... make
women horny," he said. "You drink lots... lots of goat
weed and other ancient, African medicine. Not remember
today. Head get dizzy... not remember what happen."
Zuberi kept his lips next to her face using his tongue
to send shivers all through her naked torso. "We put
tattoo on tit. Then all know you tribal slut," he
whispered. "Not like last white woman. She goddess for
young warriors... get butterfly to show great esteem."
Then Zuberi grabbed a handful of her hair and held her
head absolutely still. His dark, unyielding eyes glared
at her. "You not goddess... you for boys. Boys of tribe
put cocks in belly and give you black prince," he
hissed. "Tell Zuberi what you want... how you want
tattoo... how you want cocks."
There was more whispering by the man and then Marie
Kelly's voice sounded again. "Yes... oh yes. Do it to
me. Put a tattoo on my tit. You promised... now put it
on my tit," she whimpered with excitement evident in
her quivering voice.
All of a sudden a tall, dark man appeared and his hands
were filled with instruments. All eyes opened with
shear horror, as the man began the dramatic
scarification on the unblemished actress. The man
cupped and even seemed to fondle Marie Kelly's left
breast before he got down to business. There was hardly
any blood when he carved lines into the white flesh,
which quickly turned flushed and reddish. He seemed to
put black pigment into the cuts and soon the cuts
turned into dark, raised welts, which took an
interlocking diamond shape.
Suddenly the manager was totally distressed. This could
ruin the actress and he would be out of work. Then he
thought about Marie Kelly having a strange African
tattoo. The drawing was placed near the top of Marie
Kelly's boob and luckily for the actress, the symbols
were kept reasonably small. The tattoo would likely
poke out from a bra but that would merely give the
tattoo a more alluring appearance, he reasoned.
It did not take long for the man to engrave the tattoo
into Marie Kelly's flesh. When he was finished, the
movie viewers watched the woman being untied by
numerous boys. Then all of the young boys of the tribe
escorted the dazed woman from the ceremonial ritual
into what appeared to be a communal abode. The
cameraman was very adept at keeping the lens focused on
the luscious body of the naked actress. The recorded
evidence depicted a couple of boys with their strong
arms around the woman, as they managed to keep her
upright, and on her wobbly feet.
Suddenly the group entered a bedroom and the woman was
literally tossed onto an unmade bed. She landed prone
with her arms under her body to protect herself, which
gave the many boys the opportunity to surround Marie
Kelly. The sedative was still prominent in Marie
Kelly's system so luckily she experienced no pain or
torture, as the boys mishandle her body. Only the
camera caught the action and the actress was completely
unaware of what was in store for her.
One of the strongest boys flipped her onto her back and
it started a gangbang, which would last all night.
After watching Marie Kelly get fucked by two African
teenagers, one of the onlookers decided to fast forward
the movie to skip any more degradation of the actress.
The viewers had already witnessed the virile boys
ravaging the actress during the first gangbang and they
wanted to see what else was in the movie.
Probably the most amazing detail of it all was the
captive experiencing humiliating orgasms. The onlookers
reasoned it had to do with the amount of mysterious
drink forced upon Marie Kelly. Every so often, one of
the boys replenished the cup of African sedative and
ensured most of it was forced down the woman's throat.
Even by fast forwarding the DVD and catching only clips
of many sordid affairs, the viewers noticed numerous
climaxes rocking the sexy body, which was completely
soaked with sweat.
Part way through the night of African seduction, the
DVD was returned into the proper play speed because the
viewers wanted to watch a spectacular cock-sucking
scene. Marie Kelly's eyes were glazed and appeared
awestruck. Her small hands were wrapped around the
longest, black penis, which was an inch in front of her
blushing face. Her fingers looked tiny around the thick
tool and they moved back and forth bringing much joy to
a teenage boy. Suddenly her mouth gulped the head of
the boy's cock and Marie Kelly kept the knob inside her
burning mouth.
Her head bobbed back and forth on the enlarged knob, as
the boy thrust his hips madly trying to ram his cock
down her throat. One of the women viewers actually
moaned with extreme pleasure when the thick, white
cream leaked from the corners of Marie Kelly's mouth.
The boy ejected so much cum that it was impossible for
the actress to swallow it fast enough, but the leaking
cum merely added to the lustful drama.
Much to the dismay of the viewers, Marie Kelly sucked
the elongated pecker until she was forced backwards
onto her back once again. Another lust-ridden boy
jumped into the saddle and had his cock deep inside
Marie Kelly before she had time to stop him. No one
knew how long he rode her, as the DVD was put into fast
forward again. The distorted scenes didn't stop until
the person controlling the speed noticed the sunrise in
the movie.
The movie returned to play mode and sound came from the
speakers. "Oh my gawd... what have I done?" The scene
showed a crying Marie Kelly sitting up on a messy bed
with many naked African boys around her. One of the
viewers counted five and each boy was distinctly
appealing for any highlight reel. The actress looked at
each boy assuming they had all sexually molested her.
Before she could stop one of the boys, he forced her to
drink from an overflowing cup. Not wanting to spill or
for the drink to run all over her body, she gulped as
fast as she could. All of a sudden she wiped some of
the spilled drink off her chest and noticed that
something was dreadfully wrong. Her dainty fingers
lingered on the left side of her chest and near the top
portion of her boob. She traced over the dark outline
of the newly engraved scar only to cry even louder.
There was a terrible pounding at her temples but that
seemed to subside when she drank more of the liquid.
Marie Kelly had no idea that it was the African nectar
that caused her to obey every voodoo demand put in her
head by Mosi and Zuberi's tribe.
The two women sat in front of the screen wondering what
they would do if put in the same situation. They
watched a suddenly tipsy woman sitting up straight but
she was wavering. Then a boy tilted her head back and
made her drink more. Her head was still tipped back
when the boy kissed her on the lips. Marie Kelly put
her arms behind her to steady herself, which allowed
another boy freedom to molest her. Black hands covered
her smooth, white boobs and the two women viewers and
manager cringed when the strong fingers squeezed the
standing nipples.
The kiss lingered and the actress struggled to remain
in a seated position. All of a sudden the viewers
noticed what was in store next. A mere boy with an
already man-sized cock hovered next to Marie Kelly
fully intending on making her his African playtoy. He
slapped her arm, her chest, and her belly with his
enlarged pecker until he was ready. Then he pushed on
her chest and Marie Kelly slowly sank backwards onto
her back.
Her arms sort of bent and fell away, allowing the boy
to put Marie Kelly into the desired position. He
instantly jumped on top of her torso, falling between
her legs, which had been pulled apart by two
enthusiastic compatriots. Moments earlier Marie Kelly
felt the power and strength to fight but suddenly the
urge was gone.
The actress's manager and assistants couldn't take
anymore of the dire humiliation of their trusted boss
by the boys of the African tribe. Someone hit the
'Stop' button and everything was silent for the longest
time.
***
Sarge's arrangements were precise right down to the
smallest detail. All of his men knew what to do and
where to go, ensuring the success of his latest clever
scheme. Kidnapping the American actress was the
shrewdest plan and he relished having another refined,
white woman under his control. His plans for Marie
Kelly were entirely different than those for Michelle.
He planned to humiliate the actress to the nth degree
while he held Michelle in the highest esteem.
Sarge remembered the way Marie Kelly acted when coming
into the airport. The actress was uppity and conveyed
an attitude of superiority. Sarge liked nothing more
than to crush such people and show them just what can
happen when a man with real power entered their world.
Suddenly it was time for him to play his trump card. He
went to the hotel specifically to advise Marie Kelly's
staff members that he had good news. The three were
distraught and didn't know what to do before Sarge
arrived. They desperately wanted to rescue Marie Kelly
but thought that any intervention on their part would
only jeopardize the safety of the actress. It had been
a week since the kidnapping and the three grew more
anxious with each passing day.
Sarge entered the hotel room and he sensed their
complete cooperation. "I have good news. My men have
found Marie Kelly. I am leaving immediately... to
negotiate with the rebels and bring her back," he said
holding their undivided attention. "My men assure me
that she is unharmed... although she may have been
sexually abused."
He watched their excited faces knowing they believed
him. "The rebels know me... and my men," he said.
"Apparently they demand the release of two of their men
who are in jail. They kidnapped Marie Kelly demanding
money but really want the release of the two from
jail."
Sarge was happy to see the relief on the three faces.
"I have already assured the rebels that their men will
be released. They know I am a man of my word... and we
have set up a rendezvous," Sarge said. "We meet...
negotiate... then in a couple of days we make exchange
to free Marie Kelly."
Nothing seemed strange about Sarge's arrangement and
Marie Kelly's staff readily gave their appreciation to
the security officer. "Don't worry. They not dare harm
any hostage... especially one who is internationally
famous. They know army not rest until they all in jail
if they harm Marie Kelly."
The manager decided he should mention the movie.
"They... the rebels sent us a DVD. A movie of Marie
Kelly with many men," he said rushing over to the DVD
player to retrieve the evidence. "They warned us not to
tell anyone... but you should know. They did molest
innocent Marie... God, she must be going through Hell."
Sarge grinned knowing he had everything under control.
He took the disk from the manager and told them he
would return in a few hours. Again he reassured the
group not to worry that he would make all the necessary
arrangements to free the actress from the unscrupulous
rebels.
***
Sarge went over all the details one more time before
setting out for the intended rendezvous. The exchange
of Marie Kelly for two fake rebels would take place in
an isolated site in the middle of nowhere. There would
be no witnesses to see that all of the participants
were members of Sarge's security force. Although Marie
Kelly's memory would still be clouded by the copious
quantity of drugs, Sarge reasoned it was safer making
the switch away from the quaint village.
Mosi along with two guards drove a jeep to the meeting
spot arriving right on time. From her vantage point in
the back of the dusty jeep, Marie Kelly noticed two
black, Chevy SUV's parked waiting for them to arrive.
She had been told about the hostage exchange and that
she would be freed at long last. She tried to think of
how long it had been since the fateful kidnapping but
her mind had a hard time focusing on any precise
details.
The actress was convinced that everything was for real.
Sarge's intimate planning would ensure Marie Kelly
would always think everything was legitimate. Mosi
parked the jeep about 20 to 30 feet away from Sarge's
vehicles and then he let the dust settle. He delayed
his meeting with Sarge in an effort to make the actress
suffer, and then he slowly walked towards his boss. The
two men talked to each other pretending to make final
arrangements before both men made gestures towards
their own men.
From her vantage point in the back of the jeep, Marie
Kelly was convinced the exchange was for real. Suddenly
the two guards sitting with her in the jeep motioned
for her to start walking across the barren wasteland to
one of the black SUV's. Marie Kelly noticed two
scruffily dressed men with their hands handcuffed
behind their backs get out of the second SUV. When they
started walking in her direction, she deliberately
tried to avoid the men.
Marie Kelly almost started running towards Sarge who
was holding out an inviting hand. "You are free. I take
you to city... to safety with your people," he told the
sobbing actress.
She fell into his strong arms overly grateful for being
rescued. Sarge patted her on the back trying to
reassure her that everything was okay. "It over. They
not hurt you now. Your people are worried about you."
Sarge's hand caressed Marie Kelly's back and he could
feel the lack of any bra, which had been destroyed long
ago. He imagined the devious tattoo adorning her
luscious breast and wondered how she was going to
explain such a radical marking on her beautiful body.
Then they broke the embrace and slowly moved towards
Sarge's vehicle.
Once inside the comfortable SUV, Marie Kelly slumped
into the soft backseat. "Thank Gawd. I thought I was
going to be seriously hurt," she said. "Get me back to
the hotel. I need a shower so bad... I can hardly
wait."
Marie Kelly was determined to inform the media about
her traumatic kidnapping. "I can hardly wait to inform
every news reporter about those rebels," she said with
her voice shaking in sudden anger. "I hope you're going
to get them... and throw their goddamn ass's in jail?"
Sarge grinned and explained the difference between
justice in his African country and America. He told the
actress that her revenge would not serve a useful
purpose because the rebels were not afraid of any
Western backlash. He explained that she should
reconsider the repercussions of exposing the rebels, as
the likelihood of them blackmailing her was great.
Then he cited a past example when the supposed rebels
kidnapped a white female, aide worker. He told her that
the rebels made a movie of the kidnapping and used it
to blackmail the hostage. It was a movie of the woman
being ravaged by numerous black men and it was not
something any woman wanted out in public.
Suddenly Sarge pulled a DVD out of his pocket and he
handed it to the actress. "Your manager gave this to
me. He received it from the rebels and said it showed
you naked... with many black men," he whispered. "I
have not seen it... but I assume it is similar to the
kidnapping of the aide worker. What would your fans
think if they saw an interracial, porno movie with you
as the star?"
His remarks made her jaw drop with utter horror. She
stared at the shiny disk trying desperately to think of
a way out. Her fingers shook violently while holding
the DVD and the rising dilemma seemed too overwhelming.
The remainder of the thirty-minute trip back to the
city was extremely quiet. All of a sudden the
possibility that nothing would happen to the rebels
seemed too real.
Marie Kelly's change of mind to keep the illegal
kidnapping out of any international media was the only
thing she could do. If any porno movie were released,
it would surely ruin her reputation and likely her
entire future, she assumed. The only thing she could do
now was to give some sort of explanation for the
missing days in captivity.
Sarge drove her straight to the hotel and Marie Kelly's
manager met them. The reunion was stoic and Sarge
dearly wanted to stir the pot. "I gave her the DVD...
the movie. I think she understands... not to let the
kidnapping ordeal get out to the media," Sarge said to
the manager.
All Marie Kelly wanted to do was get into a hot shower
and relax. Her manager looked at the misused actress
trying to imagine all that she had gone through. "You
can't tell the world about the kidnapping. You can't
say anything... anything or they will release the
sordid movie of your abduction," the manager said with
his voice steady. "Holy shit baby... that movie shows
you fucking every black, African teenager in the
country."
Marie Kelly was utterly stunned by his revelation. She
reasoned that the bastards wanted to drug a famous
white woman and then fuck her brains out... without any
repercussions. Of course her manager was right, she
assumed, as he merely reiterated what Sarge had already
told her. She couldn't reveal what happened to her, as
it would surely ruin everything she had worked so hard
for. Her untarnished reputation would be ruined and her
days as an actress would likely be over.
***
It seemed to the world that the African city was back
to normal. The election was over and the international
observer was in Geneva handing in his favorable report.
Sarge had cunningly sent Rodney away for one week but
not his wife. Michelle was staying at his home and
would stay there until her husband returned.
The week started out uneventful but that all changed
midweek. Michelle woke up feeling sort of ill and it
wasn't an hour after getting up that she got sick.
Zelda noticed that her guest was not feeling well and
informed Sarge. He immediately made arrangements for
his family doctor to visit. Sarge was very excited that
his plans were coming to fruition but he decided to
accomplish two goals at the same time.
Sarge made arrangements for two medical exams. Marie
Kelly and her entourage were flying home but there was
still time to schedule a medical appointment. He easily
convinced her that the onus was on him to ensure she
was physically fit after the harrowing encounter with
the rebels. Plus, he voiced his concern about the
tattoo being properly sterilized. Marie Kelly thought
the hotel was a strange place for a medical exam but
she reasoned that they did things differently in
Africa. Her mind was so distraught that she didn't
notice the fact Sarge even knew about her getting
tattooed.
Sarge used the premise that the doctor had appointments
with many international visitors. The deluxe hotel
suite used for the occasion was setup to make
everything appear proper and Michelle and Marie Kelly
didn't think anything was amiss. Both beautiful women
sat in a small waiting area waiting to see the doctor
who was very familiar with Sarge's unscrupulous plans.
The exams were complete physicals but Sarge's sole
purpose for them was pregnancy tests. That included
urine and blood analysis's, as such early tests
sometimes proved difficult so soon after conception.
Marie Kelly was first to be examined and she was very
impressed by the doctor's professional demeanor. He did
a quick physical and then thoroughly checked the newly
scared symbol on her chest. The doctor made sure it was
sanitized and gave her sterilizing ointment to keep the
tattoo from getting infected.
Then he performed a quick urine pregnancy test but also
took a blood sample to get a more positive result. The
swift, urine test was all that was required and Marie
Kelly was horrified by the results. The doctor held up
the test paper and it definitely showed a positive
indication, which sent shivers of disbelief through the
unmarried actress.
A dazed and shocked actress exited the room. Marie
Kelly walked out of the room and the doctor beckoned
for his next patient, as he spoke to Sarge in their
native language. "She okay. Tattoo is nice and clean...
and I give her suave to keep clean. I have no way to
tell if she pregnant before coming on safari... or she
get pregnant here."
Marie Kelly listened to the strange language, feeling
sicker by the minute. The startling news sent shivers
of excitement through everyone's tummy but for entirely
different reasons. Marie Kelly cringed when the
doctor's information put the biggest smile on Sarge's
rugged face. Then she was vaguely aware of the tall,
dark-haired lady who walked past her to meet the doctor
but one thing stood out. The white woman was dressed in
a brightly colored dress, which was the same as many of
the local women, and she was very elegant.
The door shut behind Michelle and it left the actress
all alone with Sarge. All of a sudden Marie Kelly's
manager and assistants barged into the room wanting to
know if everything was okay. The actress could not work
up enough courage to reveal the drastic news and she
merely nodded to indicate that the examination had gone
well.
Her manager was concerned and thought the actress
looked upset. "You've been through a lot... and
probably need a long, long rest," he whispered, taking
her arm in a caring fashion. "The plane leaves in a
little over two hours. We should get going. We have
everything packed... ready to go to the airport."
Sarge listened and quickly offered assistance but he
wanted to punish the beautiful actress one more time.
"What's done is done. It was my pleasure to meet you...
and hopefully you will feel like visiting us again," he
said. "I'll take you to the airport in one of my cars.
Here! I took the liberty of picking up your boarding
passes."
Marie Kelly was the most surprised woman when Sarge
innocently handed her the passes. She glanced at the
four boarding passes and noticed something else. There
was a plane ticket and a plastic DVD case. Then she
looked at the DVD and noticed a neatly written note.
'An African Holiday,' staring Marie Kelly.' The actress
read the label and her eyes filled with tears.
Sarge leaned close to her so nobody else could hear.
"People don't have to know. You can visit our
country... stay in our quaint city until the baby is
born," he whispered. "Nobody has to know!"
Marie Kelly clutched the items and quickly put them in
a bag slung over her shoulder. She handed the boarding
passes around but didn't say anything for fear of
crying. Suddenly there were guards all around offering
assistance to the group for the trip to the airport.
Sarge gave quick, precise orders to his men and then he
ushered the timorous Marie Kelly out the door.
The trip to the airport was in two limousines. Sarge
ensured Marie Kelly's cooperation, as he drove the
actress, while the others rode in the second limo. "The
movie... it shows everything. How you seduce many
boys... have sex," he said. The actress shuddered and
wondered if her world would ever be the same. "Just
tell everyone that you were on a safari... and had a
wonderful time."
When they were almost at the airport, he continued.
"Use the ticket... come whenever you want. Come before
baby starts to show... then no one has to know," he
whispered. "Your secret is safe with me... as long as
you cooperate!"
He glanced at the actress to make sure she understood.
"We can tell everyone that you adopt baby... trying to
save one more from poverty," he said. "That is only way
to save reputation. Also... other woman who saw
doctor... she pregnant as well."
Sarge's smile was one that sent a shiver up her spine.
"Watch movie... you great actress. You know only way to
keep movie secret," he said with a smug grin. "Nobody
believe you if you tell media... or police. Nobody
believe you drugged or forced when they see movie."
Suddenly Sarge waved a DVD of his own in her face and
Marie Kelly knew the man controlled her destiny. The
rest of the drive was quiet and the entourage arrived
at the airport in a rush to get out of the country.
Everyone went through security in mere minutes and
boarded the plane much to the relief of Marie Kelly,
her manager and two assistances.
The actress glanced across the tarmac just as she
entered the plane to see a confident security officer
standing at the terminal doors. Marie Kelly reluctantly
presumed that the man was right. The only way to hide
her embarrassment was to return before anyone was aware
of her empowering situation. All of a sudden, Marie
Kelly realized that she was 32 years old and pregnant
for the first time.
***
Michelle knew what the test was all about. Her heart
beat at such a tremendous rate that it was hard for her
to breath. She watched the doctor test the paper in the
vial containing her sample and her heart stopped
instantly when he held out the discolored paper.
Without thinking, her hand went to her stomach feeling
it heave in and out from the earth-shattering news.
Michelle was unable to say anything and acted petrified
when the doctor ushered her out of the room.
The first person she saw when she exited the doctor's
exam was Sarge. He had rushed back from the airport
expecting great news. There was a knowing wink between
the two men and then Sarge smiled warmly at her.
"Come... come, I'll take you home. You must tell
Kato... he be very happy," Sarge whispered, taking her
arm in a protective manner.
Michelle could not remember feeling more guilty in her
entire life. Every fiber of her common sense; every bit
of logic told Michelle to be remorseful and repent, yet
her deepest emotion was contentment. She assumed it was
some mysterious womanly trait that being a mother was
the most wonderful gift.
She would never forget the moment Sarge and her entered
the foyer of his home. It was like everyone knew
exactly what should happen next. Michelle glanced at
all the happy faces and then she noticed Sarge's son.
Kato slowly walked up to her and gently took her by the
hand. It seemed the most natural thing in the world
when she followed the boy out of the foyer to his
private bedroom.
Not one word was said when the door closed and she
stood riveted to the spot. Michelle stood with her arms
down at her sides and Kato tenderly and slowly loosened
her clothing. The boy let the garments drop to the
floor in a heap and he admired Michelle's alluring
nudity.
When she was completely naked, Michelle shivered in
expectation. She was not disappointed, as Kato again
took her hand, and led her to the bed. Kato turned to
face her and then he pulled her into his lanky body,
kissing her hard on the lips. Michelle did not resist
when his tongue pushed between her lips and the kiss
quickly turned into one of heat and passion.
Her actions were instinctive and controlled by desire
for something she didn't understand. She felt her head
spinning around and around and her legs got weak and
shaky. Kato's strong arms held her upright and firmly
against the front of his body. Michelle gasped and
moaned when the boy's hard bulge pushed into her belly,
as she imagined what was in store for her.
Michelle reasoned the devil made her do it, as her
hands started ripping Kato's clothing off. In a matter
of a scant minute, he was naked and renewing the kiss
which was broken by the hurried stripping. The kiss
lingered and soon her tongue was the instigator when it
pushed between Kato's sharp teeth into his mouth.
She tried desperately not to think. Michelle fully
realized that she was going to get fucked by the
African boy but she wanted the intercourse to be
nonconsensual. Suddenly Kato put his hand over her
pelvis and Michelle's heart raced out of control. He
leaned on her and they fell backwards onto the bed
without breaking the intense kiss.
Michelle landed with her legs open and spread wide
enabling Kato to slip his narrow hips between her legs.
The head of his raging cock pushed into her crotch
hitting her everywhere except the desired spot. She
desperately moved her hips to and fro trying to
encourage the boy and it made her shudder realizing she
lusted for a mere teenager.
All of a sudden she felt her spirit being taken. There
was the brightest explosion of stars in her head, which
robbed her every emotion. It was the warmest and most
tender feeling when the burning cock slipped into her
honeypit, inch by inch. Suddenly her breathing was so
ragged and uneven that she struggled for enough air.
She felt her beloved cock going deeper, deeper and all
the way through her inner core.
Michelle thrust madly upwards at Kato trying to
indicate her immense gratification. Then she spread her
legs to the extreme and willingly surrendered her soul
to the African lover.
Kato jerked out of control and he rammed his hips
downwards with all of his strength. Suddenly Michelle
was content and satisfied. His cock was inside of her
most intimate being and her body shook with violent
spasms. The sounds coming from the couple were nothing
but animal noises and each reached the ultimate summit
at the same time. She felt the hot lava filling her
deepest regions and her volcanic womb turned Kato's
stamina to quicksand.
Sarge stood outside his son's bedroom feeling a slight
twinge of jealousy. He pictured the sexy, gorgeous
Michelle and wondered if he had done the right thing?
Maybe he should have kept the seductive woman for
himself? But no, he deduced. Making such a sacrifice
for his only son was a price he was willing to pay.
He leaned his back against the wall listening to the
familiar sounds of lewd lovemaking. His mind filled
with immense pride, thinking about how everything
worked out even better than he imagined. Sarge was
positive that his son was smitten by the seductive
Michelle. Now that she was pregnant, she would be
forced to remain in his country. Michelle would likely
have family commitments in America that she would have
to attend to, but then she could return before anyone
knew she was pregnant, Sarge thought.
THE END
Please send me your comments and suggestion, as I
appreciate feedback from readers. This chapter is
devoted to one of my faithful readers who wanted me
include a celebrity in the story. Of course the woman
would not be anyone we know... just an actress that a
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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