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nothing looked modern, from old outdated automobiles to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