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Michelle's Story - 2
by Dawn1958 (dawnharvey1958@hotmail.com)

***

Michelle visits Africa with her husband and they quickly 
find out how devious some African airport security 
guards can be. Michelle is a refined white lady who has 
never had an interracial relationship and she never 
expected it to happen on a trip with her husband. (MMF, 
bi, nc, rp, mc, intr, orgy)

***

Author 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.

This chapter turned out longer than I anticipated so I 
am making two chapters, which I will post in quick 
succession.

***

Michelle's Story - Chapter 2

Michelle's life was in turmoil and she prayed that her 
husband was okay. Sarge's henchmen had taken Rodney to a 
hotel and he was ordered to remain there until Sarge 
sent for him. The officer's orders had sent a shiver of 
fear down Michelle's spine. "Emu! Take our beautiful 
guest to my compound. My wife is expecting a guest... 
she will take good care of her," Sarge had said over the 
building's intercom.

Michelle couldn't believe her husband would allow such a 
thing, but then she realized Rodney really didn't have 
any choice. Emu was ecstatic that the gorgeous, white 
woman was staying. "I take you to Sarge's home. You stay 
there... until you free to go. Sarge come soon... then 
we go his house. Mosi take husband to hotel... he stay 
there," the guard informed Michelle.

Sarge purposely left the intercom switch in the 'On' 
position merely to taunt his beautiful hostage. 
"Rodney... I send car for you tomorrow night. You come 
my home for dinner... a dinner party I am throwing for 
my superior," he said making sure his voice was loud and 
clear. "Your charming wife will stay in my mansion... 
for the next while. Until all the election details are 
finished... and our junta is duly elected by the 
people."

Michelle could hear Sarge laughing at this redundant 
humor, but she found nothing funny about his bold 
statements. The ruling junta was the only political 
party running in the election and it was a foregone 
conclusion that they would win. Just before the big, 
commanding Emu took her arm in an effort to get Michelle 
out of the offices and into the limo, she heard Sarge's 
gruff voice again. "Your gorgeous wife needs a 
holiday... and I plan to see that she gets it. Yes... 
she gets it good. I want my black cock in her belly so 
that she has my baby!"

Michelle heard her husband make some feeble excuses that 
she could not stay in the country. Suddenly Sarge's 
revelations stunned her. "I have recorded everything... 
everything your wife did. The international committee 
would not think kindly of your wife taking advantage of 
our hospitality," he said. "I never met white woman who 
fuck like that. Your wife... she squirms on big, black 
cocks, no? She make good Blackman whore."

Her whole body quivered at the disgusting man's 
revelations. "We not hurt her... just fuck her. Whore 
likes big, black cock," Sarge said knowing Michelle 
could overhear. "Sarge can hardly wait for her belly to 
swell; Sarge love getting white woman pregnant!"

Michelle didn't know whether to cry or laugh at the 
outlandish allegations. "After all, Rodney... you are a 
trusted government representative... and she took 
advantage of our trust." Sarge made it sound like 
everything was her fault and that Michelle had 
instigated the sexual affair. "I have evidence of your 
wife seducing my guards... also evidence of you... when 
you smuggle drugs into my country."

She was totally distraught, but there didn't seem to be 
any way out of the disparaging situation. Michelle 
thought back to their arrival in the airport where Sarge 
was the chief security officer. That seemed like eons 
ago and so much had happened since then. From the moment 
she and Rodney stepped off the airplane, they had a 
target on their backs. Sarge managed to use a devious 
scheme to gain full control over the couple. He secretly 
recorded everything that happened during the long, 
painful interrogations and then used the trumped-up 
incriminating evidence to blackmail the couple.

Rodney's long, spotless career would be finished if his 
government found out about Sarge's allegations that he 
tried to smuggle drugs into the country. Of course the 
aggregations were groundless, but they still cast 
suspicion on Rodney's unblemished record. Everything 
seemed to snowball once Michelle was taken into Sarge's 
interrogation room and before Rodney could put a stop to 
it, his innocent wife was under Sarge's complete 
control.

Suddenly Rodney found himself led outside by Mosi to a 
waiting limo and Michelle wound up in the backseat of 
another limousine with Sarge sitting beside her. She 
realized now the African trip with her husband had been 
a dire mistake; yet it was much too late to go back in 
time. Rodney was distraught with the numerous 
possibilities of what Michelle would be forced to endure 
during the next 24 hours. It would be utter misery 
suffering that many hours not knowing what would be 
happening to his wife.

Rodney contemplated the possibility of Michelle's 
fidelity over the weekend with Sarge in control of her 
destiny. He slumped into the backseat, dejected and 
worried by the most vivid visualization of his wife 
being manhandled by the domineering African. Most 
troubling were the vivid images of her trusting back at 
her rapists, as if she was enjoying it. The hotel was 
only a short distance from the airport and it didn't 
take Rodney long to get settled into the plush, yet 
restrictive surroundings.

***

Emu drove the limo into Sarge's long, curved driveway 
and stopped in front of the sprawling residence of his 
superior. The house would have been considered stately 
even by American standards. Emu quickly got out of the 
driver's seat and went around the car to open the back 
door. Sarge exited the limo and he turned around putting 
his hand out to assist his beautiful guest. "Come my 
dear... you will meet my family."

It sounded more like an order than a request. Michelle 
slowly took the outstretched hand. She reluctantly got 
out of the car knowing the world, as she knew it, had 
ended. She had to force her legs to work properly and 
followed the uniformed officer into a large vestibule. 
They were met by a group of women who were of all ages 
and children ranging in age from early to mid teens.

"Zelda, my wife, will show you to a room. Please make 
yourself at home... you'll be here a few days," Sarge 
said. "Tonight we rest... tomorrow, we have 
celebration."

Before Michelle could do anything, Sarge's wife grabbed 
her hand. Zelda was a very strong woman and she had 
little difficulty coaxing Michelle to follow her. The 
woman led the way up a big set of stairs and into a 
large bedroom before Michelle knew what happened. "They 
bad... Sarge and his rotten men... they bad. Come! It is 
late. Take off... we bathe," Zelda said.

Michelle's mouth hung open. She was utterly amazed that 
Zelda could speak English so well, but then she assumed 
the woman came from nobility. Michelle looked around the 
vast room and she noticed the posh surroundings. There 
were two beds against one wall and still plenty of room 
for a large dresser and a couple of nightstands. The big 
beds were richly decorated and the furniture was of the 
highest quality.

Across the room was the largest bathroom she had ever 
seen. It was a wide-open design with plush carpet and 
two steps leading up to the elevated bathroom area. 
There was a large vanity with wall-to-wall mirrors 
giving the area a marvelous affect. Gleaming white tile 
covered the bathroom floor making the room look neat and 
sparkling clean. There were two marble sinks and a large 
walk-in tub obviously for bathing, which looked like it 
could hold many people. The tub was at floor level and 
the water had steam drifting off the surface, radiating 
a most welcoming appearance.

Michelle looked through an open doorway into what 
appeared to be a small room where a person could have 
privacy for those more personal, bodily functions. She 
was suddenly overwhelmed by the luxurious amenities and 
with the thought of relaxing in a hot bath, which seemed 
like the perfect solution to her vexing dilemma. 

Zelda was extremely proud of her lavish home. Sarge's 
high ranking in the ruling junta afforded his family 
many luxuries and Zelda felt very privileged. She stood 
beside Michelle waiting for the woman to get familiar 
with the surroundings. "We bathe. You have long day... 
need to relax," she whispered taking Michelle's arm. "I 
help... I bathe with you and we relax... soak in nice 
hot water."

Zelda pulled Michelle across the wide room and cautioned 
her to remove her shoes before stepping on the slippery 
tile floor. Then they entered the tub area where Zelda 
quickly stripped off all of her brightly colored 
clothes. She left them crumpled on the floor and turned 
to face Michelle. Before Michelle could stop the woman, 
Zelda's hands were all over her body undoing and 
unfastening her clothes. Michelle felt it was better to 
become a welcomed guest in the woman's home and she 
reluctantly allowed Zelda to strip most of her clothing.

When Zelda spoke candidly and sort of matter-of-factly, 
Michelle felt embarrassed. "Nice... Sarge like big ones. 
He like titties like that," Zelda said. "Come... I wash. 
You relax... let me wash beautiful body."

Michelle was dumbstruck by Zelda's revelations and 
demands. She couldn't think of any way to avoid getting 
into the tub with her and halfheartedly finished 
removing her last garments. Then she took a closer look 
at the woman. Zelda was slightly taller than she was and 
the woman's body was slender. She appeared in great 
physical shape with long, muscular legs and a fairly 
slim waist even though she was a mother of four 
children.

Michelle couldn't help but glance at Zelda's chest, 
which was engraved with a striking tattoo. Her boobs 
were small with a little sag and the black tattoo seemed 
to be a raised etching of some African symbol. The 
drawing blended into Zelda's dark skin and covered the 
top portion of her left tit rising almost up to her 
shoulder. Michelle quickly diverted her eyes not wanting 
to give the impression she was staring at the woman.

Zelda quickly jumped into the tub and put out her hand 
in an inviting fashion towards her guest. Michelle 
slowly approached the edge of the tub and she gingerly 
stepped into the hot water. It felt consuming and 
Michelle immediately sensed the weight of despair leave 
her entire body, as she sat down. She couldn't do a 
thing and Zelda insisted on washing and cleansing her 
all over. It was a strange feeling to have someone touch 
her in places that had sexual connotations, but Zelda 
didn't seem to have any intention of starting any 
lovemaking.

Zelda scrubbed Michelle's chest and upper body including 
her breasts. When the woman scrubbed her boobs and 
nipples, Michelle felt embarrassed when they stiffened, 
but Zelda didn't seem to pay attention to the hardened 
buds. It was strange for Michelle to have someone touch 
and fondle her without it becoming sexual or erotic.

Suddenly the woman waved her hand at Michelle's shaved 
pelvis. She marveled at how beautiful it looked for a 
woman to do such an uncommon thing. "Pussy look very 
attractive. You do it for husband?" Zelda asked.

Michelle didn't know what to say so she merely nodded 
her head while giving a swift response. "Yes. Rodney 
likes me clean... and shaven."

"I do it... surprise Sarge," Zelda said cheerfully. Her 
bush rivaled a dense forest and she vowed to try shaving 
it so she could see the surprised look on her husband's 
face. "Tomorrow... you help?"

All of a sudden Michelle was immensely mortified when 
Zelda's children rushed into the room. Although it was 
not common for parents in America to let their children 
see them naked, the custom was obviously different here. 
Michelle tried in vain to cover herself with her hands, 
as the giggling kids peeked at her. Zelda was holding 
the only washcloth and all the towels were ten feet away 
so Michelle tried to stay under the water.

There were three girls and one boy in the group and they 
kept staring at the naked white woman. It was not only 
because of her unusual beauty, but also the kids had 
only seen black men and women naked. They giggled and 
whispered to each other, but never took their eyes from 
Michelle's suggestive body, which was only slightly 
concealed by the bath water.

Being naked never bothered Zelda. She merely yelled at 
the kids to be quiet and stop acting so childish. 
Michelle didn't know what to do and she waited for the 
woman to give her something to wear. Suddenly one of the 
girls who appeared to be in her early teens came right 
up to Michelle. She spoke in her native tongue; yet it 
was obvious the girl wanted Michelle to get out of the 
tub.

There was a soft, padded stool beside the tub and the 
girl pointed to it. Then her mother spoke. "Ayira will 
put lotion on... sit. She make body nice and soft... 
smooth with cream," Zelda said confirming her daughter's 
wishes. "Ayira good with hands. She massage... make 
muscles feel much better."

Zelda got out of the tub with a splash. She grabbed 
Michelle by the arm and although she tried to resist, 
Michelle was coerced onto her feet. Putting her hands up 
to shield her bare breasts seemed like the silliest 
thing to do, but Michelle couldn't think of anything 
else. She never acted brazenly at any time in her past 
and suddenly realized her face was turning beat-red with 
embarrassment.

Michelle looked around at all the excited faces and her 
face got even redder. She noticed that the boy's eyes 
were big and round, and they never left her alluring 
chest. Suddenly Zelda took charge. She shouted orders to 
her children and had everything organized before 
Michelle realized what was going on. Another stool was 
brought over to the tub for Zelda and suddenly both 
women had something to sit on.

Zelda ordered one of her daughters to apply lotion to 
her body while instructing Ayira to do the same to 
Michelle. Totally embarrassed by her childish cover-up, 
Michelle sat motionless on the stool. She reluctantly 
let her arms dangle at her sides, the same as Zelda was 
doing, and both girls went to work. The girls started 
applying lotion to shoulders, and then all over each 
woman's back. Ayira's expert application had a massaging 
affect, which immediately brought relief to Michelle's 
tired muscles.

Suddenly Ayira rolled around Michelle's body and began 
applying lotion to her front. Michelle desperately 
wanted to put her hands up to stop the girl, but knew it 
would be perceived the wrong way. She glanced over at 
Zelda and noticed her other daughter was carefully 
coating her dark skin with plenty of the special 
massaging oil.

Ayira purposely saved the best for last and it was the 
most fascinating procedure when the girl massaged 
Michelle's big breasts. Zelda even voiced her 
displeasure when her daughter wiped the oily cream all 
over both of Michelle's tits and then pulled on the 
enlarged nipples. The girl squeezed both nipples at the 
same time and pulled outward until they each slipped out 
of her greased fingertips. Ayira did this several times, 
laughing each time, until her mother ordered her to 
stop.

Then the girl applied the lotion to Michelle's lower 
extremities. Ayira coated her legs, hips and all of the 
bare skin that she could reach. When the girl looked her 
straight in the eyes, and said something, Michelle 
perceived what she wanted. She reluctantly spread her 
legs just enough for Ayira's dainty hand to slip between 
her milky thighs. It took the girl no time to coat every 
inch of Michelle's crotch with oil.

Michelle thought the meaningful massage would never end. 
Her breathing was testament of the affect the girl's 
caresses were having on her resolve and Michelle swore 
for acting like such a fool. Suddenly Zelda was standing 
next to her holding out a long dressing gown. Michelle 
jumped up from the stool and she grabbed the garment out 
of Zelda's hands. She immediately donned the gown with a 
wonderful feeling that her nudity was finally covered.

Zelda told Michelle that the one bed was for her and she 
would sleep in the other. Then the woman gave 
instructions to her children that it was time for bed. 
Michelle could see the great displeasure on their faces 
from what their mother told them. They hesitated and 
seemed overly reluctant to leave the room. Suddenly the 
oldest was arguing with her mother and it didn't take 
long before Michelle saw Zelda's shoulders shrug, as if 
conceiting to her daughter's wishes.

That brought a quick response from her son. After a 
fleeting argument, he too smiled with triumph when his 
mother relented. Michelle looked questioningly at the 
Zelda. "I tell them to sleep in other bedrooms... but 
they want stay with us," she said. "They sleep on 
floor... not be problem."

Michelle was overly apprehensive at sleeping in a 
strange bed and with a room full of strangers. Zelda 
handed her a stylish pair of silk pajamas and the woman 
immediately changed into a similar pair. Michelle held 
the PJ's wondering how she would change into them with 
the children looking on.

There was a bustle of activity, as Zelda's children got 
ready for bed. They quickly found numerous blankets and 
pillows and made beds to sleep on. Then it was time to 
change. Michelle tried to divert her eyes, but it was 
hard not to notice their uninhibited actions. They were 
not the least bit ashamed to change into sleeping attire 
in front of anyone and they casually undressed not 
hiding a thing. Even Zelda's son changed, which brought 
giggles from his sisters when he removed all of his 
clothes.

Michelle almost fainted when she got a quick glimpse of 
the flaccid meat hanging between the boy's legs. It was 
obvious that the boy was not circumcised and she got mad 
at herself for noticing such a thing. The boy caught her 
looking and he made her break out in a shameful blush 
when he gave her a knowing smile. He faced the pretty, 
white woman and let her have an unabashed look at his 
body.

Although the boy was not yet old enough to become a 
tribal warrior, he was a teenager and certainly old 
enough to have sexual desires. He was well aware that 
his penis was almost as big as his father's and Sarge 
had shared some of his intimate fantasies with his son. 
The boy's confidence swelled when he noticed the timid, 
shy woman act like she was afraid of him. He stared into 
Michelle's eyes and his glare sent a shiver up her 
spine. She could see the power and desire of a man in 
the boy's eyes and his stare seemed to emanate sexual 
desire.

Michelle felt like a little girl caught with her fingers 
in the cookie jar and she swiftly turned around so he 
couldn't see her flushed face. Her fingers shook, as she 
tried to don the pajamas Zelda had given her. Reaching 
under the gown, it was easy to slip on the bottoms, but 
she wondered about the top. Then she remembered the sly 
way women changed at a public beach and her arms were in 
and out of the gown enabling her to get dressed in the 
pajama top.

She was standing between the two beds pondering the next 
move when Zelda came up to her. "Children! They always 
so nosy," she whispered. "Especially Kato... he just 
like his father."

Both women looked across the room. Kato was facing them 
and there was a large teepee in the front of his 
pajamas. His mother merely smiled, relishing the fact 
her dear son was maturing into a real man. Michelle's 
eyes opened with sheer shock when she noticed the 
obvious aroused state of the boy and she expected Zelda 
to scold her son. The front of her entire body was 
covered with goose bumps when Kato slowly walked over to 
give his mother a goodnight kiss on the cheek.

With a mad rush, all the girls ran up to their mother, 
also saying goodnight with a peck on the cheek. The kids 
did not speak much English, but they did have some 
understanding of the language. "Say goodnight to 
Michelle... she is a welcomed guest in our house," Zelda 
said. "You girls be quiet... don't make all that silly 
noise and keep us awake. You too Kato! You kids can stay 
in the room, but if you don't go to sleep... I'll send 
you to another room."

Suddenly the three girls walked over to Michelle and 
their brother followed them. One by one they reached 
over to give her a hasty kiss before rushing across the 
room to their assigned beds. Kato was more deliberate 
than his sisters and he reached over giving his 
frightened idol a goodnight kiss. The brazen boy brushed 
up against Michelle's tempting body and he purposely 
pushed his hips at her, as if he was humping her leg.

Michelle didn't want to make a scene, but she felt like 
dying when the boy poked her. He seemed to hold the pose 
for the longest time before going to his bed. Michelle 
literally shook from Kato's demoralizing strategy and 
she tried hard to shrug off the boy's tactics, as 
nothing but a childish prank.

All of a sudden Zelda turned off the lights. "We have 
good sleep... then I take you to see city tomorrow. I 
show you what a nice city we have," Zelda whispered to 
Michelle, but then she hesitated. She wasn't sure how to 
tell the woman the truth. "I sorry... but Sarge... he 
promised Kato!"

Zelda was close enough to Michelle so that she could 
look into her eyes even in the darkness. "Sarge tell 
Kato that when election done... and everything back to 
normal," she whispered, pausing again as she searched 
for the correct thing to say. "I must warn you! Sarge 
promise Kato... he say that you will make Kato a man-
warrior."

Michelle didn't know why her arms went out to Zelda, but 
she reasoned that she was in a state of shock. Zelda's 
compassion made her feel some relief and Michelle 
decided that the woman was the only person she could 
trust. She didn't intend on talking or sitting with 
Zelda, but the two women sat on the edge of the bed. 
They chatted and after many minutes, Michelle started to 
feel a little more uplifted.

Zelda reassured Michelle that she would do everything in 
her power to help her. She did stress that her help 
would be limited, as Sarge did hold the power in the 
household. Zelda outlined upcoming events and mentioned 
the extravagant celebration scheduled the next evening. 
Then she told Michelle that they would spend the next 
day together and nothing bad would happen, or at least 
until the party.

When they eventually went to bed, it took forever for 
Michelle to fall asleep. She could not remember a time 
when she was more exhausted or distraught. Her mind 
drifted into the deepest stupor, dreaming of the drastic 
events that happened when Rodney and she landed in the 
country. Michelle tossed and turned with her breathing 
being extremely uneven and it was obvious she was in a 
troubled dreamland.

Sarge was the focus of her dreams. The man was nothing 
but a scoundrel and Michelle felt guilty for falling 
under his control. 'True,' she reasoned, 'Sarge did 
blackmail me, but I should have been stronger.' Now she 
wished that she had the courage to fight the man, but 
that had not happened at the airport.

Michelle's dreams lasted for a long time. She was in the 
midst of being interrogated in the bastard's office and 
her sleeping body twitched from the vivid imagery. She 
cursed in her sleep for not realizing Sarge was setting 
her up, but now it was too late. When Sarge threatened 
her by saying he found contraband drugs in Rodney's 
luggage, Michelle believed he would throw her husband in 
jail for a long, long time. She justified her actions of 
letting Sarge and his guards molest her body by hoping 
the man would not throw Rodney in jail.

Her emotions ran a wide gamut during her eventful time 
in Sarge's office. At first she dreaded being with the 
man, but then she felt something odd. Her feelings went 
from fear and anxiety to desire and even lust. Suddenly 
she remembered the feeling of being fucked and knowing 
her husband was watching. The last thing in the world 
she intended on doing was experiencing a climax; yet she 
was shaken to the core when earth-shattering spasms 
robbed her willpower. If that wasn't degrading enough, 
she remembered experiencing a desire so strong that it 
was impossible to resist when the guard fucked her.

All of a sudden Rodney was hugging her. Her dream was so 
dramatic and it even made her heart beat faster. Rodney 
cuddled nice and tight to the back of her body, as she 
lay on her left side. A pleasant smile covered her 
sleeping face when she dreamed of her husband putting 
his arms around her in a most familiar fashion. Many of 
their love sessions began exactly this way. Rodney's arm 
was over top of her torso and his hand was caressing her 
breast.

He was rougher than usual, but she also felt a need for 
urgency. Rodney's other arm was under her head and again 
his hand was caressing a breast paying particular 
attention to the nipple, which throbbed for his forceful 
embrace.

Michelle snuggled and turned her head upwards a bit so 
she could whisper to her loving husband. Suddenly teeth 
closed on her ear and the intense pain, which lasted for 
two or three seconds, surprised her. Her nipples were 
pinched and stretched out from her body so hard that she 
cried out from the pain. The dream was so real that 
Michelle was totally captivated by her husband's 
caresses.

She tried to roll her head back more to tell Rodney that 
she welcomed the pain, as punishment for being 
unfaithful. All of a sudden she froze. Her heart beat so 
fast that her face was totally flushed and she wondered 
why? A whiff of stale breath drifted into her nostrils 
and she was puzzled by the foul scent. Hands were on 
both of her boobs and strong, demanding fingers were 
stretching her nipples beyond tolerable limits.

Suddenly she realized Rodney's pecker was between her 
legs and she encouraged him to put it into her wetness. 
Her mind buzzed unable to understand what was happening, 
or not wanting to comprehend. Rodney pushed forward much 
harder and Michelle hoped she was not too dry. Any fear 
of being too dry for Rodney to enter her pussy was 
easily dispelled when his cock easily slid along her 
slit. He seemed much larger than she remembered.

Michelle didn't dare move a muscle, too afraid to even 
open her eyes. It wasn't a dream! 'But it can't be 
Rodney... it can't be him,' she thought. 'Oh gawd... 
someone's in bed with me!' She continued to hold still 
praying it was just a bad nightmare, even as the strange 
organ slid along her juicing gash. 

Then Michelle heard a strange voice and all of a sudden 
her heart stopped completely. One of Kato's sisters was 
giving orders to her siblings. It took the briefest 
moment for the three girls to push Kato away so they 
could flip Michelle onto her back. There was one girl 
holding each of her arms and the other sister pinned one 
leg to its widest reaches. Like a cat, Kato rolled over 
her body until he crouched between her spread legs 
showing he was ready to ravage the white goddess.

The sun had come up and Michelle could see everything 
very clearly now. She quickly jerked her head towards 
Zelda's bed, but all hope was lost when she noticed the 
bed was empty. The woman obviously had gotten up already 
and left to do family errands, as it was already 
morning.

Zelda's departure left the guest all alone with four 
children who had one definite goal. All the sisters 
wanted to watch their brother have intercourse with a 
real woman. They had spied on their parents on many 
occasions, but they believed there was nothing like the 
real thing. Of course Kato was in full agreement and he 
was more than ready to show his sisters that he was 
really a man.

He stared at the cleanly shaven love-box and marveled at 
the immense beauty. Kato crouched between the twisting 
legs and it helped when his sister pinned one leg, which 
enabled him to pin the other to the side. Only moments 
earlier, he had been in pure heaven when he was rubbing 
Michelle's volcano, but now it was time for the ultimate 
reward.

"Gawd, no Kato... no. Please... you mustn't... please 
don't," Michelle moaned fearing the worst. "Oh my 
gawd... Kato!" 

She watched the clear lubricant drip from the tip of his 
enlarged penis. Her eyes grew wider, as she realized he 
intended on ravaging her, and she was utterly helpless. 
He knowingly placed the head of his cock at her opening 
and it made Michelle flinch when he deliberately pushed 
on her clit. Kato held his cock directly on top of her 
intimate button and refused to stop crushing it into her 
bony pelvis. 

All of a sudden the head slithered in the slippery juice 
and entered her hole with one swift thrust. Suddenly the 
boy grabbed onto her boobs, as if he needed to steady 
himself. He arched his back and squeezed the muscles in 
his groin, as hard as he could, to prolong his youthful 
stamina. His fingertips dug into Michelle's soft, 
velvety flesh and Kato relished the feel of a real 
woman's tits.

Michelle held out hope that a miracle would happen. Her 
eyes were glued on his black pecker and they opened 
wider when she noticed the rod slowly disappear. The boy 
pushed his hips forward an inch at a time feeling the 
most wonderful sensations in the world. Kato felt the 
head of his cock hit a wall just before cutting her 
flower in two. He went through her cervix with the first 
thrust, stopping Michelle's heart when he did. Then he 
paused knowing ultimate bliss was on the horizon.

His cock seemed to caress every nerve-ending inside her 
delicate womanhood. Then the boy had the sense to rotate 
his hips, as well as pump them, and he robbed more of 
Michelle's resolve faster than ever. She bit her lip 
harder trying to fight off the tiny spasms shooting 
through her inner regions. 

Suddenly her pelvis tilted upward and it happened. The 
tip of the Kato's cock found her control button and he 
blasted it with scorching cum. Michelle sensed by his 
out of control humping that Kato was experiencing an 
orgasm. What baffled Michelle the most was how she 
thrust up to meet the boy's powerful thrusts. She never 
intended or even imagined her juices would flow. 
Suddenly the trickle of orgasmic lava coated Kato's 
pulsating cock making it easier for him to fuck his 
idol.

Michelle would never forget what happened next. Somehow 
the struggling bodies were turned over and she wound up 
sitting on top of the boy. There was the briefest moment 
when Kato's cock came out of her inner sanctuary, but it 
was quickly inserted again by a girl's hand. Then she 
did the stupidest thing of her life when she rose in an 
attempt to get off Kato. As her hips turned and twisted, 
the head of the African cock slipped outwards to the 
entry point, but then Michelle couldn't move any higher.

There were so many hands on her body and they all worked 
together to impel her downwards in a forceful manner. 
The black monster sliced through her soul so fast that 
she didn't have time to ponder the outcome. Michelle had 
trouble breathing and she appeared to be a frustrated 
animal.

The last thing in the world she wanted to happen, 
suddenly happened. First she thrust downwards, feeling 
Kato's pelvis ram into her crotch. Then she was bouncing 
up and down very fast, feeling the wonderful release of 
her spirit. Her orgasm began slowly and picked up speed 
until she was out of control with the boy's organ buried 
in her deepest being. Her tits jiggled up and down so 
invitingly that Kato reached up. He squeezed Michelle's 
tits feeling the hard pebbles leave indents in the palm 
of his hands.

Neither Michelle nor Kato heard the girls. They were 
mesmerized by the two copulating animals and kept 
whispering to each other. "They do it... they screw. 
Look... Kato's face look silly. He look mad... but he 
not mad," one of the girls whispered. Then her sister 
replied. "He crazy... crazy bull with big cock inside 
her. Look her tits... they jiggle!"

The other sister couldn't take her eyes off the untamed 
lust. "Look his black hands on her. Squeeze tits. 
Ayira... is she really doing it? Then she have Kato's 
baby?"

Michelle was suddenly fully aware of everything around 
her, but it was like she was on another planet. Zelda's 
son was blowing his immense load of African jizz deep 
into her, and her earthly soul was experiencing a mind-
blowing climax. It was the last thing she ever imagined 
would happen; yet there was no doubt when her belly went 
into convulsions of gigantic proportions. Michelle 
didn't worry about traveling to the land beyond, but she 
merely let her emotions float through endless space.

Her next recollection was being a rag doll when the four 
decided to end the episode. The girls rushed off, 
grabbing their clothes, as they went into the bathroom. 
Kato wanted a few more seconds to relish the greatest 
moment of his young life and he remained on his back. He 
had never felt heat like it and hated for the session to 
end.

All of a sudden his mother was standing by the bed. 
Without a word, Kato slowly helped Michelle dismount. 
She quickly found the dressing gown from last night and 
covered her body from the woman's stare. Kato grabbed 
his pajamas and ran for some other room in the house.

"Sarge happy now. He want it happen... later, but now is 
good," Zelda said. "Darn Kato... he just like his 
father."

Michelle felt totally feeble and she didn't know what to 
do. Sitting on the bed, she remained motionless letting 
the woman talk.

"You like?" Zelda whispered with a questioning look on 
her face. "You like sex... with black man?"

Michelle didn't know what to say. She was aware of 
hating what happened and not having any desire for 
adulterous sex. Yet she looked at Zelda and knew that 
answer would not suffice.

"You like sex... with Sarge... with Kato?" Zelda 
continued the questioning. "You do it... you orgasm with 
Kato?"

Michelle stared into Zelda's dark, knowing eyes too 
afraid to tell a lie. "I'm sorry... so sorry. It 
happened so fast... I... I," she whispered in the 
softest voice. "I never meant for it to happen... I'm so 
sorry."

"No matter. Men... they like that. Sarge planned it... 
the whole thing and he told kids what to do," Zelda 
said. "It not matter what you do... they rape you if you 
don't cooperate."

All of a sudden Zelda pointed at Michelle's lost 
luggage. Michelle had not seen her suitcases since the 
airport, but the bags had been brought to the room. "You 
dress. We go see city. I show you all around... we have 
day to explore," she said. "Wear casual clothes. I take 
you to see beautiful places."

***

The day visiting all the sights in the quaint African 
city was very interesting. Zelda had been most cordial 
and she had no trouble conversing with Michelle, as she 
showed her guest around the capital. After hours of 
walking and visiting the unique African attractions, the 
two women went back to Zelda's. It was late afternoon 
and the whole house was a hub of activity.

Michelle could tell by the elaborate preparations that 
the upcoming party was for something or someone special. 
There seemed to be many servants running around the big 
house getting things ready. She had been told that 
Rodney was going to attend and that fact made Michelle 
happier than she had been since the couple went separate 
directions last night.

Suddenly Zelda insisted on Michelle getting ready for 
the party. She quickly ushered her guest up to her 
bedroom where numerous, elegant clothes were set out on 
the bed. Michelle listened to Zelda telling her all 
about the evening's activities and she was far too 
intimidated to put up any resistance to the woman's 
insistence that she wear formal attire.

The flowing gown was the most elegant dress Michelle had 
ever worn. It was a brilliant, emerald green that seemed 
to highlight her radiant beauty. The dress was strapless 
and displayed more cleavage than she would normally do, 
but it would make her look like the sexiest woman at the 
party. There was no doubt about her large breasts and 
her boobs looked almost too big to stay inside the top 
of the outfit.
 
Zelda somehow signaled her husband that his special 
guest was ready. All of sudden Sarge came into the 
bedroom and his eyes opened in awe. "Zelda does good 
job. You very pretty... like African Queen," he said 
admiring the gorgeous woman. "As you can see," he said, 
waving his hand around to indicate the ongoing activity. 
"We are having a celebration tonight. It is to celebrate 
our victory... and it is very important to me."

The serious look on Sarge's face told Michelle that the 
man considered the party extremely significant. "I 
invite my superior... Buru. He is president of our 
party... a very powerful man," he whispered. She would 
have relished the look of nervousness on Sage's face if 
it were not for the fact he was blackmailing her. 

Suddenly Sarge took Michelle's arm and ushered her to 
the large reception area, which was already full of 
invited guests. There were only a handful of white women 
and Michelle was by far the prettiest, drawing admiring 
glances from everybody in attendance. All the men most 
likely dreamed of seeing more of her and the women were 
envious of her abundant charms.

Sarge held her arm and everyone could tell he was 
extremely proud of his attractive guest. Suddenly Rodney 
arrived being led into the reception area by the tall, 
uniformed Mosi. Michelle greeted him with the warmest 
smile and she dearly wanted to run across the vestibule 
to throw her arms around his neck. Apparently Sarge 
never overlooked a thing, as he provided Rodney with a 
richly tailored tuxedo, and Michelle couldn't get over 
how handsome he looked. 

The security officer purposely took his time before 
escorting his royal guest over to see her husband. 
Michelle threw caution to the wind and quickly embraced 
her husband. "I've missed you... missed you so much," 
she whispered. "Don't worry. I'm okay... please, don't 
worry about me." Michelle tried to reassure Rodney even 
though she felt total despair at being held prisoner by 
Sarge.

Allowing for only a brief meeting with Rodney, Sarge 
rushed Michelle away. He introduced her to all of his 
influential friends and eventually came face to face 
with his superior. At first glance, the man seemed quite 
normal, but suddenly Michelle noticed the evil glint in 
his eyes. "This her? Woman who is promised to me?" he 
said in English with his face indicating the utmost 
confidence. "You have done well, Sarge. She is truly 
gorgeous... sexy!"

Tremors of fear shot through her body. Michelle reasoned 
that Sarge had made intimate arrangements and plans for 
her to be a sexual servant to this complete stranger. 
The man's eyes never left her chest and she shivered 
realizing what he was staring at. Not able to do 
anything, Michelle felt goose bumps forming all over the 
front of her body. Because the man was Sarge's immediate 
boss, she could see no way out of the impending dilemma.

She breathed a big sigh of relief when everyone was 
called to the table. It was a very elaborate meal with 
most of the dishes being native to the area, but 
Michelle did recognize a couple being from her country. 
Her respite was very short lived, as she was seated 
between Sarge and Buru. Buru's manner was forceful and 
straight to the point while his eyes seemed to burn a 
hole right through her. Michelle instantly sensed the 
man was not a person who would readily take rejection or 
disappointment. 

***

The lavish meal lasted over two hours. Everyone was glad 
when it was over, as they were tired from sitting so 
long. There was music playing and everyone slowly 
proceeded to the large entertainment area, which was set 
up for a ball. People walked around the room in a 
circle, serenading everyone they met, and then a few 
couples started dancing.

Sarge held Michelle by the hand making it appear like 
they were together and suddenly he moved his hand 
towards his boss. It was a slick maneuver that placed 
her dainty hand in Buru's fist. "You dance... dance with 
our lovely guest," Sarge whispered. "You see... she 
best. Much better than others I bring to you."

Buru was a stately, upright dancer and he left no doubt 
that he was in-charge. Michelle did everything possible 
to keep her distance, but it seemed impossible at times. 
Luckily Buru was not about to get overly brazen with so 
many spectators, but he did ensure that she was aware of 
his manly endowment. Michelle kept glancing at her 
husband and she could see the concerned look on Rodney's 
unhappy face.

She danced three songs in a row with Buru and his hands 
got bolder and bolder with each dance. By the third, his 
right hand was securely around her back holding her 
tight against the front of his body. His hand rested 
directly on her ass like it was his private play-toy and 
Michelle felt totally embarrassed at not being able to 
stop Buru's crude groping. The look on Rodney's face 
grew more desperate by the minute, as the military 
leader danced with his wife.

Michelle could see the knowing looks on everyone's face 
and she realized it was inevitable that Buru would get 
her alone. All of a sudden the man spoke in his native 
tongue to Sarge who mysteriously appeared beside them. 
"We go now. I take white beauty to room... room you say 
I can use," he whispered to Sarge. "I see if she good... 
good for sucking like you promise. I hard already!"

Buru took Michelle's arm and started leading her away. 
She had no idea what he said to Sarge, but she could 
only imagine it meant utter peril for her. Looking over 
her shoulder, the last thing she saw was Rodney's 
worried face, as she was led up a wide set of stairs to 
a plush sitting room.

Buru opened the door for her and once inside the room, 
it took a few seconds for her eyes to get used to the 
dim lighting. The room appeared surreal and all the 
furniture was very classy and colorful. There was soft 
music in the background and the man immediately led her 
across the room to a big, leather sofa. "You take off. 
Go behind that... and strip," he said waving his hand at 
a large oriental, folding screen. "Take off 
everything... except brassiere and panties."

His command sent a shiver up her spine. She suddenly 
realized Buru didn't ask, but ordered her to undress. 
His concession that she could keep her undies on meant 
little considering the dire aspect of wearing no bra. 
Michelle desperately wanted to plead, even beg the man. 
Then she reasoned that it would only make the situation 
worse.

Slowly and on legs that could barely walk, Michelle 
walked to the decorative screen. She stood motionless 
behind the shield for the longest time. "Strip... take 
all off." Michelle heard the man's gruff voice and she 
wanted to disappear. "Show Buru! Sarge say you do 
anything... anything for Buru!"

Michelle understood the ominous predicament she was in. 
Her hands shook so bad that it was hard to remove the 
gown. Eventually she stood shivering dressed in nothing 
but her panties. She swore at being persuaded by Sarge's 
wife not to wear a bra, but then she realized that the 
gown did not allow for one.

All of a sudden the man's dark, evil face was looking at 
her. He had stepped around the screen and stared at her 
nakedness. The scene was one to remember, as the woman 
frantically tried to cover her breasts with her small 
hands. No matter where her hands were, it left too much 
for the man to ogle.

Buru's next order was conveyed with a mere stare and a 
stern, serious face. Michelle's arms slowly dropped to 
her sides and she let out a whimper of defeat. "You 
suck... suck Buru's cock. Sarge say you give best 
Western blowjob... better than whore," he said. "Sarge 
say you best Blackman whore... and you do anything I 
ask."

The man's voice broke slightly with the thought of what 
was about to happen. He started taking his clothes off 
so fast that he appeared to be ripping his royal 
garments. Suddenly he was standing in only his underwear 
and Michelle's heart stopped. The time of reckoning was 
near and she waited.

Suddenly there it was. His raging cock was fully 
engorged and it was more than obvious what he wanted. 
Michelle stared at the black cock not wanting to move 
any closer. Suddenly he was speaking in his native 
tongue, as he was too excited to speak English. Even 
though she didn't speak the language, Michelle 
understood what he wanted from his demonstrative tone 
and precise hand signals.

She took a step closer and reached out with her hand. 
Michelle touched the flaming penis and her hand flinched 
at the feel of something so hot. The hard, veined shaft 
seemed to throb madly and her fingers gingerly wrapped 
around the pulsating black rod. She was totally 
despondent and her mind searched for a solution.

Taking stock of her hopeless situation, Michelle decided 
on the best course of action. She pumped her small hand 
up and down along the intimidating pecker hoping to 
bring an early end to the man's stamina. Her goal was to 
make him climax thinking it would be her salvation, but 
like all good plans, they don't always work out. Somehow 
Michelle found herself sitting on the edge of the 
leather sofa. Buru stood directly in front of her and he 
kicked her legs apart so he could get closer.

Michelle's hands moved frantically. One stroked the 
enlarged cock, which was thrust in her face, and the 
other held his bloated balls, as if they were breakable. 
Buru grabbed her head and he roughly forced her to face 
the inevitable. His hand pulled her head towards the 
bulging head of his cock and his hips thrust in her 
direction. He relished Michelle's volcanic mouth sucking 
on his cock and suddenly it happened.

The fat head of his cock banged into Michelle's lips so 
hard she willingly opened her mouth. In an instant she 
was sucking on the salty-tasting penis afraid he would 
ram in down her throat. Her body was jerking and moving 
around and Buru stared at her luscious treasures. 
Michelle dearly wanted to make Buru climax and she 
furiously tried her best to make it happen with her 
skilled hands and hot mouth.

Even though her tits were exposed and Buru managed to 
fondle and grope them while she worked on his raging 
cock, he yearned to see more. Michelle's mind was 
distraught from her being forced to give the stranger a 
blowjob and it enabled Buru to get complete control. He 
yanked Michelle to her feet and swiftly grabbed the 
elastic waistband of her flimsy panties. The lacy 
garment was stripped from her hips in a heartbeat and 
Michelle feared the worst.

Buru's name suited him perfectly. It stood for Bull and 
that was the way he acted. He pulled her shivering body 
against his and suddenly he found the foreign language 
again. "You rub... rub cock all over your pretty body. 
Put on legs... tummy... cunt!" Buru felt her luscious 
body shaking with fear yet he wanted to humiliate 
Michelle even more. "Rub cock on belly... cuz it be in 
belly soon... very soon."

Complying with his demands, her shivering body began to 
move. Her velvety flesh rubbed against the mushroom head 
of his cock, which left a trail of slippery slime 
wherever it touched her body. She was positive it was 
not all her doing, but somehow the head touched her legs 
and moments later it was pressing between her milky 
thighs. Michelle could feel the burning rod slither 
along her wetness and threaten to invade her most 
intimate being. Suddenly he spoke again. "Good! Press 
hard... harder! Get cock nice and wet... press against 
white cunt," he whispered in a raspy voice. "Wet... get 
wet, then you clean. Suck and clean."

She could barely stand anymore. Her legs threatened to 
give out and luckily Buru held her steady. He put his 
foot between Michelle's small feet and nudged them 
further apart, which gave her better balance. Her dainty 
hand tried to prevent it, but his hand was there to 
ensure his orders were obeyed. The thick man-meat 
slipped into her wetness and then he vibrated his hips, 
which moved his cock through her puffy, wet slit. There 
was abundant moisture and in no time his massive cock 
was coated with her womanly juices.

Michelle felt his pecker pressing into the core between 
her soaked labia. Buru pulled her upwards forcing her 
onto her tiptoes and then she felt helpless. His cock 
raked through her open slit and almost crushed her tiny 
clitoris. "Get down... suck cock. Make me harder... suck 
cock," he whispered.

Michelle knew he could take her at any second and she 
was powerless to stop him. Suddenly she had an out, or 
so she hoped. Quickly she got down on her knees keeping 
her hands out in front so she could grab his cock. 
Michelle groped and found the flaming meat and she held 
it before her bewildered eyes for a brief moment. Then 
Buru jerked his hips a few times indicating that she 
hurry, or else.

The wide head filled her mouth once again and Buru was 
in tribal heaven. He watched the white woman's head bob 
up and down, feeling his enlarged cock getting harder 
and harder. Michelle's dainty hand wrapped around the 
loose foreskin and she pumped her hand back and forth. 
She squeezed, as hard as she could, and tried to 
masturbate the black man in a vain effort to make him 
orgasm without actually having intercourse with him. 
Again she grabbed his hanging balls. When she heard his 
heavy breathing and loud moaning, she thought her 
desperate actions would be successful.

Buru was not willing to spoil the seductive encounter 
with a premature ending. "You suck good. Buru want 
watch... you rub cock all over face... all over tits," 
he hissed shattering Michelle's self-confidence. The 
strong man wound his fingers in her curly hair and 
guided her head. Buru's eyes grew wide in awe, as he 
watched his black cock against Michelle's pure, white 
skin. He held her head steady and wiped the head of his 
cock across one cheek, and then the other. Buru 
deviously ensured to stroke her lips when moving from 
side to side.

Michelle closed her eyes and imagined the devastating 
scene. The charcoal penis caressed her face leaving 
trails of wetness all over and the picture made her 
quiver. Then Buru crouched lower so he could rub his big 
cock on her generous tits. Again he left a wet trail. 
Buru coated one boob leaving her flesh glistening with 
moisture, and then he coated the other ensuring the tips 
were covered with sticky pre-cum.

Unexpectedly, Buru jerked Michelle to her feet. "Buru 
like... like you sucking cock. Like seeing cock on white 
tits. Now, Buru need white cunt," he whispered sending 
shockwaves through her entire body. "We fuck! Buru fuck 
white cunt... put cock in whore's belly, now!"

He easily pushed Michelle backwards so that she fell 
onto the sofa landing on her back. She put her arms out, 
as if to stop Buru, but it was futile. He grabbed her 
around the legs with his strong hands and pulled hard so 
that her ass slid across the slippery leather. Her limbs 
went around his hips and then Buru locked her feet 
behind his back.

"No... gawd, no! Please... don't do this to me... 
please," she pleaded with the man. "Oh gawd, it's 
there... it's touching me there," she wailed.

Her hips were frozen in one spot and Buru kept his 
inflamed cock touching her entrance. Michelle may as 
well of begged him for more, as his aroused mind was 
filled with animal lust. Buru's eyes flared. He imagined 
the white goddess begging her powerful, African master 
to give her sexual pleasure.

Buru aimed the head of his oversized cock at her crotch 
and his aim was deadly. The tip hit her opening in the 
middle of the vertical slit and he thrust forward ever 
so slightly. He could see the puffy lips separate and 
float around the tip of his cock. It was the most 
tantalizing effect and he desperately wanted to christen 
her cunt with one, powerful thrust.

Michelle's heart was racing so fast it was extremely 
hard for her to breath. She felt the head of his bulbous 
cock enter her delicate honey-hole and didn't know how 
to stop the man. He arched his back and prepared for the 
ultimate encounter. His eyes locked on the junction 
where his black cock entered the pearly white cunt, and 
Buru held steady for as long as he could. Suddenly he 
lost patience and thrust his hips just a little. Another 
inch or two disappeared inside the heavenly opening and 
again he paused.

He could see Michelle trying to angle her pelvis 
downward. She was attempting to get away so he rammed 
his hips forward with all of his brute strength. All the 
air came out of her lungs when the vile man sank his 
massive cock to the hilt. The resultant pause was merely 
a fleeting moment and then he was pumping at a maddening 
rate of speed. His tempo increased until Michelle 
wondered what kind of animal he was. He had to have the 
biggest balls, which hung down far below his pecker, and 
they slammed violently into her ass every time he thrust 
at her.

She determined that the man was really a beast when he 
grunted with lost passion. There were no more pretenses 
or pretending what he was after. He fucked Michelle not 
caring one bit whether she condoned or welcomed his 
actions. His strong hands held her legs bent upwards 
with her knees pointing towards her head. He held her 
legs apart enough so that he could pound his cock in and 
out at will. Suddenly he slowed to a crawl and every 
time he thrust at her crotch, he squeezed a massive 
stream of cum into her most delicate domain.

Michelle knew what he was doing. She felt totally 
devastated at not being able to prevent the assault and 
also at the fact that it was one more opportunity for 
her to conceive. Her belly felt bloated and she knew 
another big load of African cum was buried deep, inside 
her womb.

Sarge's boss had been rewarded and fully satisfied. Buru 
acted, as if she was merely a sex object, and he didn't 
embrace or comfort her after his explosive orgasm. 
Michelle watched when Buru used her panties to clean 
himself and then he got dressed, as if nothing happened. 
She remained laying on her back when he smiled at her 
and voiced an observation, which she didn't understand.

The door slammed shut when the man left the room. 
Michelle closed her eyes wishing that she was home 
again, back in America. Her daydream came to a sudden 
end when someone entered the room from a side door. She 
tried to sit up, but there was no time. Zelda had a soft 
towel and she began rubbing it all over Michelle's 
moisture, covered body.

"That man animal... he is an animal," Zelda whispered. 
"He make Sarge give him woman... black woman. But now 
white woman... he like better. He give Sarge promotion."

Michelle dearly wanted to be alone. She tried to think 
of a means to get rid of Zelda without offending the 
woman, but there was no way. Once Zelda was satisfied 
that she had cleaned up the remnants of the sordid 
affair, she retrieved Michelle's clothing. It took 
little time to get dressed and then Zelda made sure that 
the woman looked her best before going back to the 
party.

Sarge was the first one to greet her. "I very 
grateful... you cooperate. Satisfy Buru," he said taking 
her by the arm. He left his wife standing and escorted 
Michelle to the dance floor. "We dance. Then we retire. 
You come with me tonight."

She heard Sarge and it made her knees buckle. The man 
kept a tight hold of her, as he promenaded her around 
the floor. "Look there! Kato happy... you turn him into 
real man," he whispered sending more shivers through her 
entire body. "Tonight... I watch. I watch son with real 
woman. You show Sarge way to turn boy into man."

Michelle was fully devastated. She felt helpless against 
such a powerful man. How could she ever explain to her 
husband that she was about to be the man's mistress, she 
wondered. Not only that, she was required to let his son 
have her. Then Sarge leaned closer and whispered in her 
ear. "You do good... I keep Rodney out of jail. I forget 
about his dishonor... and he be free man after working 
on election scrutiny."

Strangely Sarge did make her feel a little better and he 
did give Michelle some hope. "He work one week in 
country... then he free man. I let you both go."

***

The party started to break up and guests left. They all 
came over wishing Sarge the best and congratulating him 
on his new promotion. Michelle watched her hapless 
husband leave with Mosi and her stomach sank, as the 
security guard escorted Rodney back to the hotel. She 
would have given anything to go with Rodney, but 
realized that was impossible. Soon there was just the 
immediate family left and some of the many servants. It 
was late. Suddenly Michelle felt totally alive and 
apprehensive imagining what the evil Sarge had planned.

Michelle half expected Sarge to go with Zelda and the 
couple would retire together. She couldn't imagine how 
his wife could condone Sarge's illicit actions, but the 
man quickly dispelled any hope she had. Sarge pulled his 
next stunt with Zelda right in front of him. "You go... 
take the girls to your room. I take Kato... and our 
guest!" he said. Zelda immediately departed leaving a 
stunned Michelle with nowhere to run.

When Sarge grabbed her hand, Michelle struggled with 
renewed strength. She pulled, as hard as she could, 
trying to stop the man from pulling her towards his 
private bedroom. Sarge smiled at her vain attempts and 
he didn't have any trouble getting her into the bedroom. 
Once inside the big room, he sort of flung her into the 
middle of the room. His overly excited son quickly 
slammed the door shut bringing a dire groan from a 
frightened Michelle.

The three stood still for many moments with each 
contemplating what was next. Sarge stared at her radiant 
beauty dreaming of his son ravaging her sexy body. Kato 
could hardly wait for his dad to turn him loose. Sarge 
had been extremely stern and explicit when he gave 
instructions to his son. "Son! Do what I say... and you 
will learn about woman. Learn what it takes to make them 
happy," he told Kato earlier in the day. "Michelle... 
she gorgeous woman, most sexy. You already know what it 
is like being with her."

Sarge and his son had spent the afternoon going over 
plans. "After party... after everyone leaves. We take 
her to my bedroom. I help and tell you what to do," 
Sarge said. "You satisfy real woman... then you a man. 
When you see her climax... and you see her sexy body go 
crazy with your cock inside her precious cunt... then 
you can finish. Son... you can fill her with cum and 
maybe... just maybe, she have your baby."

The shivering woman stood a few feet away from Kato. Her 
eyes were so big that she looked even more alluring than 
she did when they had sex earlier. Michelle stared at 
the two with her head moving from one to the other. She 
noticed the confident smile on Sarge's rugged face and a 
panic attack immediately hit her in the stomach. Looking 
over at Kato didn't help, as he gave the impression that 
he was in-charge.

All of a sudden, she was filled with courage. "Okay, you 
bastard! You may have me... and be stronger than me. But 
I'll fight you... all the way, you bastard," Michelle 
vowed feeling new strength. "I'll scratch your fucking 
eyes out... so come and get me!"

Michelle jumped when Sarge started moving in her 
direction. She expected him to move; yet it surprised 
her when he slowly walked over to her. When Sarge was 
close, her hands went up and her sharp nails were 
pointed directly at his face. She was just about to rake 
her nails across his smug face when he acted. Sarge 
twisted his head to avoid her nails and quickly seized 
her wrists with his strong hands.

With one powerful thrust, he pinned her arms at her 
sides and put his face inches from hers. "Go ahead. I 
like when you fight. See... you can't fight now... with 
arms pinned," Sarge whispered with a deadly, stern tone. 
"You let my son have sex this morning. Now you do it 
again... I watch. Take clothes off... now!"

Suddenly Sarge let go of her hands and stood waiting. He 
knew exactly what she would do and decided to let her 
dig her own downfall. "Go to hell... you bastard," she 
hissed at the overpowering man. Her hands moved with 
lightning speed, but were no match for the speed of the 
devil. Just has her hands reached the sides of his face, 
Sarge slapped her arms outward. He swung hard with his 
right hand and slapped Michelle hard on the left cheek 
snapping her head to the side.

Her head jerked in a violent fashion and before she 
could catch her balance, she fell. She didn't have time 
to consider what was next, as Sarge's angry face was 
right in front of her. "You want fight... we fight!" His 
voice said it all.

Sarge grabbed her dainty wrists and yanked her back to 
her feet. He pinned her arms at her sides and voiced 
instructions to his son in his native tongue. "Kato... 
take off dress. Strip her son. Take all clothes off so 
we can see... naked body," he whispered. "She's a 
fighter tonight, son... but she fuck. She good ass 
son... and she have orgasm with your big cock inside 
belly."

Her jaw hurt like mad and her head was very dizzy. She 
was aware that Kato was now behind her and his hands 
were a blur, as he followed his father's directions. She 
was completely naked within moments and then Sarge let 
go of her arms.

Standing between two tall African's, Michelle was naked 
and shivering. Her eyes were filled with tears and she 
could only vaguely make out Sarge who was right in front 
of her. Remembering her vow, her arms moved but 
instantly stopped.

Sarge dared her to do something and he stared straight 
into her teary eyes. He noticed her shoulders slump and 
it was over. "Go ahead... it will be much sweeter if you 
fight. You will cream... Kato fuck you until you cream 
all over his cock," he whispered without blinking. "You 
either cum for my son... have orgasm... or I feed your 
white cunt to every black guard in my army."

His eyes remained locked on her and Michelle felt 
overwhelmed. Her arms remained poised, but motionless at 
her sides when the boy reached around her torso to put 
his big hands on her boobs. She allowed Kato to squeeze 
and molest her breasts and then caress both nipples in a 
most degrading fashion, as he held her tits pointed at 
his father.

With a sudden viciousness, Sarge's next act captured the 
last thread of courage left in Michelle. His hand went 
behind her head and he wound his fingers into her hair. 
He yanked her head backwards and he moved forward to 
look down on her upturned face. Michelle stared up into 
the darkest, deadliest eyes, as he spoke in a cruel 
snarl. "You sex slave... understand? Do as I say. You 
cream for Kato... or I give white ass to all my guards," 
he said. She shuddered with fear as he continued, 
"Guards will hurt whore. No good after they finish. No 
good to Sarge. No good to husband."

Michelle merely whimpered. "Noooo... gawd noooo."

Sarge's eyes never left hers. "You good whore for Sarge. 
You good whore for Buru. Now be good whore for Kato, or 
else!" 

Michelle tried to look away, but he twisted her head 
cruelly to keep her facing him. Then he laughed in her 
face. "Zelda tell me how you cream this morning... cum 
all over Kato's cock when he put in belly. Did you 
like?" No answer was forth coming so he jerked her head 
back and forth and demanded she answer his demeaning 
question. When she didn't say anything, he pressed again 
for a response. "Did you orgasm for my Kato? Did you 
like it?"

Michelle let out a few dire moans realizing he was not 
going to be satisfied until her humiliation was 
complete. "Gawd... they held me. They held me down and 
let him do it. Oh gawd... his thingie was inside me... 
so deep," she whispered in the quietest voice. "I... I 
couldn't stop him. The girls... they held my arms and 
let him do it to me."

Sarge continued to stare into her eyes. He gave her head 
another swift jerk, demanding more. "Oh gawd... it 
happened. Yes, I... I... gawd, I let him do it to me. 
Gawd, I couldn't stop... and they kept holding me like a 
slave." She stared into the dark eyes seeing that he 
demanded even more. "Yes... oh gawd, yes! I had an 
orgasm with him... I couldn't stop and creamed all over 
his black cock."

Michelle saw the smile of approval on Sarge's face and 
knew her testament made him happy. She felt a strange 
emotional relief wash slowly over her body from the tip 
of her toes to the top of her scalp. All of a sudden 
Sarge's big hand slapped her bare pelvis and she let out 
a whimper. He held her in a precarious position with her 
back severely arched and her hips pushing outward at his 
hand. Michelle would never understand why she welcomed 
his degrading assault, but she reasoned that she didn't 
have a choice.

Sarge's face turned serious and he turned her head to 
the side. "You see? Kato ready! Ready to shove his hard 
cock into belly. He horny... look... look! See his big 
cock?"

Michelle faced Sarge's son and she instantly noticed 
Kato was completely undressed. He sat brazenly on the 
large bed while openly fisting his cock. His vulgar 
display sent a shiver of panic through Michelle, as 
Sarge held her face pointed in Kato's direction. The boy 
left no doubt that he was fully aroused and ready. His 
long, pointed cock stood out from his slender hips and 
Michelle noticed how the leaking tip was barely visible 
through the uncut foreskin.

Sarge slowly started moving Michelle towards the bed 
ensuring she faced his son during the trip across the 
room. "Son! Now you learn to satisfy a real woman. You 
learn cunnilingus... see what it does to a woman," Sarge 
said. Then Sarge let go of Michelle and pushed her onto 
the bed, as Kato stood up.

Kato had never kissed a pussy or tasted one. His stomach 
churned with great anticipation, as he watched his 
father control the gorgeous white woman. Sarge quickly 
jumped on the bed and moved like a cat. Before Michelle 
regained her senses, he grabbed her from behind and 
pinned her arms behind her back. Then he rotated their 
bodies until he sat on the bed with her half-sitting and 
half lying on her back. Sarge pulled her back into the 
front of his body, which flaunted her nakedness in a 
most open fashion.

All she could do was try to keep her legs together in an 
attempt to hide herself from the boy. Kato stood next to 
the bed staring at Michelle's succulent charms and he 
noticed how her breasts jiggled invitingly whenever his 
father moved around. His eyes took in all of her beauty 
and finally rested on her bare midsection.

Michelle fully expected to be ravaged by Sarge and his 
son, but she never anticipated this. The powerful man 
pinned her down yet she still vowed to fight. 'Go ahead 
you bastard. Take me... you're too strong for me. Let 
your son do it... but I'll never give-in,' she thought. 
'I won't give you the satisfaction of cumming with your 
bastard son.'

Sarge felt the heightened level of emotions that 
suddenly filled the room. "See... he is ready, whore. 
Kato is ready for you," he said putting his lips next to 
the side of Michelle's burning face. "Open legs... open 
so Kato can see."

She remained defiant and didn't move a muscle when the 
boy got on the bed. Kato crawled over to her feet and he 
looked questioningly at his dad. "Son, when she spread 
legs... get between them and eat'er out," Sarge said. 
"Get between her legs and do what I told you this 
afternoon. You see... she hot and horny."

Michelle was more determined than ever. Suddenly Sarge 
moved in a flash. He moved away from her back and 
slammed her flat to the mattress. She closed her eyes 
and bit her lip trying her utmost to stay strong when 
Sarge displayed his powerful control. He pinned her 
shoulders on the bed and easily held both wrists above 
her head with one hand.

Her eyes fluttered and opened slowly. All of a sudden 
his rugged face was all she could see and she could feel 
his hot breath wash over her flushed face. She lost 
sight of the boy, but there was no need to see. Kato had 
his strong hands on her milky thighs and he held them 
spread, as wide as possible. Her precious pussy lay 
unprotected and Kato stared at the illustrious jewel.

Suddenly her resolve was questioned. Sarge was far too 
strong and it was little trouble for him to pin her on 
the bed. Kato was certainly a lot stronger than she was 
and the boy had no difficulty spreading her shapely 
legs. Then Sarge shifted his body around so that he 
could lie beside her, but still hold her arms high. With 
his free hand, he grabbed the hair on the top of her 
head and tilted her head up. "You cum... Yes?" he 
whispered. "You do it for Kato... or I will call Emu... 
and other four guards to visit white beauty."

She tried to twist and pulled hard on her arms. Nothing 
helped. "I have many guards at house right now. You do 
what Sarge wants... or else I let them all have you," he 
whispered.

Michelle's eyes grew wider as the boy's face drew 
closer. All of a sudden the boy's tongue lashed out and 
raked her entire slit. Then he started running his 
tongue up and down through the vast wetness nonstop just 
like he had been instructed by his father. Sarge leaned 
down enough so he could put his lips beside Michelle's 
ear. "You like? You like when Kato eat pussy?" he 
whispered. "You show Sarge how much you like... you 
first woman Kato taste."

Many disgusting and sordid things flashed through her 
head. Suddenly Kato hit a nerve. His tongue forced her 
puffy labia apart and he found a woman's secret. The 
tiny wings lay fully exposed just above her honey-hole 
and Kato licked them slowly at first. He took his time 
running his rough tongue across the clitoris, relishing 
the tactile sensations on his pink tongue, and watching 
her hips flinch each time he raked the rosy bud. Then he 
sucked the clit into his mouth and knew something 
special was happening.

His hands were on either side of Michelle's hips and he 
felt her body do several contortions. Then he used his 
tongue to slap the bud around inside his mouth while 
keeping the clit pinned with his teeth. Suddenly he 
remembered his father's advice. He put his finger at the 
soaked opening just below his chin and felt her body 
tense like a violin string. Then he pushed the tip into 
the wetness and in an instant it was all the way inside 
her hot cavity.

Sarge relished the determined look on Michelle's pretty 
face. He wanted her to struggle hard to retain as much 
dignity as possible, which would make the triumph that 
much sweeter. The warrior inside him wanted to win and 
his confidence built when her face grew more concerned. 
"Try hold it... hold back. Let boy have fun... you don't 
have orgasm yet," Sarge whispered knowing her dilemma 
was insurmountable. "Kato not eat woman before. You hold 
orgasm... so boy can learn."

Kato sucked her inflamed clit like it was a sweet candy. 
He curled his finger slightly and felt a spot that had 
small, delicate ribs. When he caressed the sensitive G-
spot, her hips started to rotate in a vain attempt to 
get away. The determined look on her face turned 
desperate, as Michelle tried her utmost to stave off the 
inevitable. That was when Kato followed the last of his 
father's advice. He put a fingertip of his other hand on 
Michelle's puckered asshole and she screamed.

Her hips were out of control, but Kato had no idea she 
was on the brink of a violent collapse. His father was 
well aware her orgasm was on the horizon and there was 
no possibility of Michelle regaining control. "You 
Blackman whore. Kato going to eat your pussy... then he 
put his black cock in white pussy," Sarge whispered 
running his wet tongue all over the side of her face.

Michelle was hysterical. Her entire body was an inferno 
and her temperature was so high that it scorched her 
brain. She kept repeating, over and over, to be strong 
and not give in to the bastard. Suddenly all the sounds 
in the room were loud and ringing in her ears. The roar 
of Kato's sucking mouth, as he sloshed her gem around 
with his tongue, echoed through her head. She could 
plainly hear his finger making lurid noises, as it 
pumped in and out of her soaked honey-hole.

The final blow was Sarge's triumphant voice. "Look at 
her ass... she's cumming all over your tongue, son. 
That's it boy... fuck'er with your fingers," he said for 
Michelle's benefit and not caring his son couldn't 
understand Michelle's language. "Drink son... drink her 
love juices."

Suddenly she was too distraught to fight anymore. 
Michelle let her juices flow freely and welcomed the 
fact the boy was drinking her river of cum. Her inner 
core suffered from intense convulsions and her orgasm 
rocked her torso all over the bed. Kato's finger raked 
her delicate G-spot and her hips thrashed each time he 
caressed the area. His other finger was fully embedded 
in her ass and he pumped it slowly in and out keeping 
perfect rhythm with her thrashing hips.

Michelle wondered what on earth was wrong with her. A 
happily married woman should not be craving much less 
yearning for a teenage boy. The intense ecstasy flooded 
her head and suddenly her confused mind was peaceful and 
ready to accept the consequences. She was in a strange 
country without anyone around to help her and she was up 
against a very, unscrupulous man. Somehow, the fact 
Sarge was black and an African, only made it more 
alluring to her lust-drugged brain.

The boy hung onto her body tightly and sensed when her 
orgasm rolled over the summit. Kato felt his pecker 
swell, as his tongue rolled the tiny clitoris around 
nonstop. The powerful thighs threatened to squash his 
head and it took every ounce of strength to keep 
Michelle's legs spread so he could finish his first 
cunnilingus affair.

***

Her emotions remained on a high plateau and Michelle 
fully realized she had surrendered her spirit. She was 
all alone and completely overwhelmed by everything that 
had happened since arriving in the African country. Her 
heart was still pumping madly from the potent climax 
when Sarge indicated his raging desire. He rubbed his 
hardon against her leg that was spread in his direction 
and wanted her to know he had changed his mind.

Sarge fully intended on letting his son ravage her 
desirable body, but his plans changed after watching the 
erotic, cunnilingus production. "That was fantastic. 
Son... you witness best animal in the jungle. An 
American lioness!" Sarge spoke to Kato while keeping his 
throbbing meat pressed against Michelle's leg. "I change 
mind. Watch... I screw now. Then we get white woman to 
do something very fantastic to you."

Sarge's voice was breaking slightly, as he was both 
excited and anxious. "Son! We will get her to suck 
cock," he whispered. "She show you how they do sex in 
their country... and you see what happen when she suck 
your cock."

Michelle could hear the man talking to his son, but she 
had no idea what he said. She tried hard to bring her 
breathing under control again and strangely her heart 
rate did not decrease very fast. Suddenly Sarge's dark 
face was above her torso. Luckily she expected him to 
kiss her chest and immediately caress her boobs, so she 
didn't jump when it happened. Somehow her breasts were 
being pushed upward, as if she was demanding the man put 
a nipple in his hungry mouth. When he did, Michelle 
moaned and put her own hand around the boob, squeezing 
it so more could be devoured by Sarge's ravishing mouth.

His sharp teeth didn't hurt and even though they left 
marks on her tender breast, she welcomed his savage act. 
Then his hand was on her belly and Michelle felt ashamed 
when she rolled her hips around showing him she was more 
than ready. His hand slithered across her shaved pelvis 
and loud groans of agony escaped her throat.

Michelle was normally a reserved and controlled woman, 
but somehow this African man tortured her until she no 
longer struggled against him. He teased and taunted her 
until she willingly showed him unabated desire. Suddenly 
his demanding finger slipped into her soaked pussy slit 
and she cried. There was no pain, only lust for the 
animal.

It would take forever to forget what she did next. She 
felt his ramrod lying on her thigh and it surely left a 
welt. "Fuck me... you bastard. Put your cock inside... 
fuck me," she moaned. Michelle was ashamed for the way 
she acted; yet she was not willing to stop. Her arms 
went around Sarge and she dug her fingers into his burly 
back. When her nails dug into his flesh, he turned into 
a raging tiger.

Sarge felt the head of his massive cock touch her wet 
opening and he rammed his hips down with all of his 
brute strength. His powerful lunge knocked all the air 
out of Michelle's lungs and she was unable to breath for 
many moments. 

Finally she gasped for much needed air and her breathing 
resumed in an erratic fashion.

She had to be crazy, but then Michelle reasoned that 
lust made a woman do strange things. "Fuck me... with 
your big... black cock. Fill my belly with your cum... 
put your cock in my belly," she pleaded. Michelle knew 
she was acting like a whore... an untamed slut, but she 
felt an overwhelming urge to continue. She had never 
talked so dirty and it seemed that her emotions soared 
higher with every filthy word.

The memory of how the security officer gained ultimate 
control over her flashed into her head. Suddenly, for 
the second time, Sarge demonstrated that he was 
Michelle's supreme master and the one who controlled her 
most intimate desires. "Gawd... your cock is so deep. Oh 
yes... yes... do it like that. Fuck me hard... you black 
bastard!" Her mind was controlled by the devil and she 
said whatever the evil fiend wanted her to say. "Oh my 
gawd... I can't hold it. I have to cum... gawd, I can't 
hold back," she moaned. "Fill my belly with cum... empty 
your balls in me and give me a black baby."

Sarge wanted it to last forever. He had blackmailed 
numerous white women, but never one so illustrious. "Not 
yet. Hold on, baby... not yet. I want to feel your tight 
pussy for a long time... make it last," he whispered in 
her ear. Even though she dearly wanted to obey his 
request, her internal switch had already been set on 
'Orgasm'. The spasms started short and ragged, but 
quickly grew in magnitude until her entire body went 
into convulsions. She thrust her hips up at the man 
feeling her secret juices coat his thick cock.

Thus a commentary ensued between two aroused Africans 
and one refined American woman. Sarge was first. "I 
fuck! Cock feel good in cunt," he hissed, as he ravaged 
her precious womanhood.

"Gawd, oh gawd, I'm still cumming."

"You suck cock... Kato's cock. Suck his cock next."

"Yes, dear gawd, yes... I'll suck his cock... wonderful 
cock."

"I fill cunt... put babies inside belly. You have my 
baby."

"Dear gawd... I'm cumming! It's soooo good! C-cumming so 
good!"

"I ready... fuck white cunt. Fuck white slave with big 
cock."

"I feel it... your cock deep inside me. Oh gawd... 
you're cumming."

"We fuck all night... you suck Kato... then fuck."

"Yes... yes! I'll suck Kato. Suck his cock... then he 
can put it inside me... fuck me with his big, black 
cock."

Tremors shot through her body and Michelle unbelievably 
spewed the filthy tirade. She was shocked by her demise 
and prayed for forgiveness. "I can feel his cock on my 
face... so hot. I want him inside... inside my lovebox. 
I want him to fill my lovebox with his cum... just like 
you. Oh gawd... please... do it. Do it now!"

Sarge felt the desperate woman clinging to his masculine 
frame. Her nails raked his back and his stamina finally 
disappeared. His rhythmic pumping suddenly turned into 
short, powerful jerks of a madman. Each inward thrust 
felt fantastic, as the head of his cock sliced through 
her cervix and entered the deepest part of her womb. 
When the vast stream of cum jettisoned from the end of 
his raging cock, Sarge tried to hold his cock fully 
embedded in her heat chamber.

***

The night was a lot longer than the morning. When her 
eyes opened, Michelle's head was still very fuzzy from 
lack of sleep. Every muscle in her exhausted body seemed 
to ache and every square inch of her body felt sticky. 
Michelle was alone in a big bed and she welcomed the 
solitude, as her mind began a frightening recall. She 
planned going over each drastic event even though the 
sordid details filled her with guilt.

Her recollection started with the gala celebration and 
commenced with her going with Sarge to meet all of his 
guests. She remembered being greeted warmly by many 
people and how everyone complimented her on her 
beautiful attire and appearance.

The meal was definitely different and there were many 
unusual and African foods. Following the meal, Sarge's 
boss serenaded her around the dance floor, but Michelle 
never suspected what was actually in store for her. The 
man eventually escorted her from the celebration and 
took her to a room specifically setup for his planned 
escapade. She shuttered remembering how Buru exploited 
her vulnerable position.

Michelle actually thought her turmoil was over for the 
evening after she had succumbed to Buru's degrading 
demands, but she was sadly mistaken. Once the party 
guests left, she was forced to go with Sarge and his son 
to a private bedroom. Michelle lay on the bed feeling 
immensely guilty for what happened, but she was also 
thoroughly embarrassed for the way she surrendered to 
Sarge's sexual demands. Then the images of a mature, 
experienced woman falling under the control of a mere 
teenager flashed through her head. Despite her resolve 
not to let her emotions get carried away, the boy made 
her orgasm like a little schoolgirl.

Then the drastic visualization of Sarge making Michelle 
his personal slave materialized. Michelle remembered how 
she talked dirty to the man and how she willingly 
climaxed with Sarge's dangerous pecker buried deep in 
her inner being. She shivered realizing that she did not 
hesitate or struggle when Sarge detailed the entire 
night to her. The man scripted what she would do with 
his son and she freely cooperated.

The blowjob she performed on the teenager turned out to 
be unforgettable. Kato's penis was measurably larger 
than most she had seen and the fact it was black and 
uncircumcised added to its fascination. The boy had more 
stamina than most men and he reveled when she used her 
tits to massage his cock. She thought he would blow his 
load right then but he managed to wait until her hot 
mouth robbed his stamina. She remembered gulping down 
the burning lava and how she almost choked when the boy 
tried to shove his cock down her throat.

The rest of the night was pretty much a blur. It evolved 
with Sarge making her suck his softened cock until it 
was hard again and then she had to endure a second 
blowjob. She was not even finished sucking Sarge's cock 
when the two forced her onto her hands and knees. In the 
perfect doggie position, it took Kato no time to realize 
another dream. He fucked his idol and much to Michelle's 
dismay, she experienced the third orgasm of the night.

Suddenly her memory made her body shake. The mother of 
all orgasms happened in the middle of the night. She was 
riding her stallion, Sarge, and bouncing up and down on 
his enlarged cock, which was inserted into her tummy. 
Then Kato was standing right in front of her with his 
feet planted on either side of his father. He taunted 
his teacher with his cock by rubbing it all over her 
face and upper body. Her hands had nowhere to go and to 
keep her balance she grabbed onto the boy's hips. One of 
her hands slipped between Kato's legs and she jiggled 
his balls around, which brought the teen immense 
pleasure.

Her big boobs were playtoys for Sarge and Kato who made 
her nipples the center of attraction. Even the crude and 
rough treatment didn't discourage her emotions from 
reaching sky-high levels and Michelle soared through the 
clouds, as she rode the crest of supreme ecstasy.

There were brief moments of sleep after that, but 
Michelle remembered being woken by one or the other. The 
sessions were quick and she merely allowed Sarge or Kato 
to satisfy their desires by using her beaten body. Even 
though her entire insides were filled beyond capacity, 
Michelle didn't try to clean up or wipe any of the 
African cream away.

Noises from the adjourning room disturbed her reverie, 
rousing Michelle out of her morning dreamland. Zelda had 
finished her morning chores and she was ready to 
entertain Michelle for the rest of the day. Suddenly the 
black woman was standing in the doorway and Michelle 
grabbed a sheet to cover her nudity. "Elections start. 
Run all day. Sarge go with husband to inspect voting... 
you stay here," she said. "Men busy all day... and for 
more days," Zelda said waving her hand indicating Sarge 
and Rodney would be performing election duties for a few 
days.

"You shower. Remember what I asked? What I want you to 
do?" Zelda's face looked overly excited sending a shiver 
of doubt through Michelle.

Michelle hesitated. She didn't want to answer the 
woman's question, but Zelda was too excited to wait. "We 
shave. Make me look pretty... just like you," she 
whispered with her voice shaking. "You shave. Show Zelda 
how to look American."

Michelle remained speechless and knew she didn't have 
any way out of her growing dilemma. Zelda rushed across 
the room, grabbing the covering sheet from her torso. 
She tossed the sheet aside and took Michelle by the 
hand. "Then I show you many things," Zelda said. "We 
have day together... just you and me."

The African woman looked at the gorgeous white woman and 
she shivered with the thought of what Michelle had 
endured last night. Zelda felt sorry for Michelle, but 
there was no way she could ever stop her husband's 
blackmail.

THE END

This chapter kept getting longer and longer so I decided 
to end it at this point. I have the next chapter almost 
ready with a new, exciting twist. One of the suggestions 
from a reader was to include a female celebrity in the 
story and I may try to do that in another subsequent 
chapter. Of course the woman would not be anyone we 
know... just a celebrity that the reader can put 
anyone's name on.

END

Please send me your comments and suggestion, as I 
appreciate feedback from readers.

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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