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Michelle's Story - 4
by Dawn1958 (dawnharvey1958@hotmail.com)

***

In chapter 4, Sarge kidnaps a famous American actress 
and now he has two sexy women under his firm control. He 
sets out to keep the two white women in his country 
forever. (M+/F, nc, bi, mast, oral, anal, mc, 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.

***

Chapter 4

The limo sped across the barren countryside. Inside, the 
air-conditioning made it comfortable, but Michelle was 
far from relaxed. She could feel Sarge's presence on the 
far side of the backseat and it gave her the most 
intimidated feeling. All of a sudden his voice startled 
her out of dreamland. "Rebels capture white woman... 
American. Hold her for ransom," Sarge said. "She famous 
actress... come to Africa to save the world."

Michelle was stunned by Sarge's revelation. "Huuugh?"

"Rebels not really rebels... but actress not know that. 
She afraid for life and almost pissed panties when her 
car attacked," he said. "Mosi can be real mean if he 
wants. He hold her in village... make her believe rebels 
will harm her."

Sarge laughed and casually continued. "My men hold her 
in village. Then take her into desert wilderness where 
I... as valiant commander, will rescue her," he told 
Michelle. "Rescue her after her belly full. She not 
worry about Africa anymore... she have black baby of her 
own."

He laughed even louder at his devious plans. "She not 
white goddess like you. She tramp... not good enough for 
tribal warriors. Gorgeous white-ass good for boys," he 
said. Then Sarge glared straight into Michelle's 
bewildered eyes. "Famous actress good for boys... boys 
fuck her until her belly full."

Michelle felt pity for the woman prisoner. She knew the 
actress would become an African sex-toy and Sarge would 
ensure everyone in his tribe ravaged her sexy body. 
Michelle had heard news stories about certain 
celebrities trying to save mankind with their newfound 
fame and wealth. A shiver shot up her spine thinking 
about the drastic things the woman would have to endure 
before Sarge would set her free... if he set her free.

The ride back to the city was quiet after Sarge's 
explanation. He dreamed of his plans for Michelle and 
now the American actress. Michelle squirmed during the 
trip feeling more uncomfortable by the minute with Sarge 
sitting so close to her. She kept thinking he would 
attack her, but thankfully the city buildings appeared 
before that happened. Then the limo drove into the big 
driveway of Sarge's residence and Michelle breathed a 
big sigh of relief.

***

Sarge escorted Michelle from the limo into his home. The 
first thing she saw when entering the vestibule was her 
husband. Rodney was sitting on one side of the brightly 
lit entryway and he jumped to his feet when his wife 
entered. He rushed across the vast room to grab her in 
his arms.

Michelle felt her husband's love and tenderness. Rodney 
held his arms tightly around her body trying hard to 
show Michelle how much he truly loved her. She flinched 
slightly when the front of his body pressed against her 
newly acquired body marking. By now the tattoo didn't 
hurt much and only when something touched the actual 
raised scarification.

Rodney broke the embrace and held his wife at arms 
length. He admired her extraordinary beauty and then he 
noticed how gorgeous she looked in the African dress, 
which appeared to be of the highest quality. Michelle 
noticed his questioning look so she responded. "Thema... 
Queen of the village gave me clothes. It is one of her 
royal dresses," she said. "Rodney... dear gawd, it has 
been the longest week."

Rodney stared at his wife waiting for her to continue. 
"When you left me... all alone in that village... I 
wanted to die," Michelle whispered. "He... Sarge told 
them what to do. He told them everything... what the 
tribe should do to me."

Suddenly Michelle felt the weight of the world lifted 
from her shoulders. "I was all alone... in a village of 
black people. They gave me something to drink... then I 
don't remember too much," she said. "Oh my gawd, Rodney. 
They... they... I've never felt so alone in my life."

Rodney could tell that his wife had experienced the 
greatest humiliation and he pulled her into his arms 
again. "We'll get through this. We still have each 
other... and we'll survive."

Suddenly visions of a beautiful, African queen filled 
Michelle's memory. The mysterious Thema was standing 
straight and tall holding out her hand in the vivid 
image. It was an invite that seemed to be a promise of a 
lifetime. Michelle felt her heartstrings pulling in the 
girl's direction and she gave her head a vicious shake 
to clear the images. 'No, it can't be,' she thought. 'I 
can't be drawn to that girl.' Michelle could not fathom 
how she could be dreaming of another woman while being 
in her husband's arms.

Michelle was thankful that Rodney talked. "I read a 
foreign newspaper this morning. It had a story about an 
actress... Marie Kelly, who was kidnapped. It said that 
rebels kidnapped her... and they are demanding a 
ransom," he said. "A big payoff for her safety. 
Christ... I didn't even know there were rebels in the 
country."

She was shocked at Rodney's revelation. "Rod... I saw 
her. I saw a white woman who looked like she was a 
prisoner to a bunch of soldiers. He told me about it... 
Sarge told me," she whispered with her voice shaking. 
"She had her hands tied and tape over her eyes... and 
the soldiers were wearing camouflage uniforms."

Michelle pulled back from Rodney's embrace and they both 
looked across the foyer at Sarge. "He said Mosi was the 
rebel leader. Rod... I think he told me because he wants 
me to know how powerful he is," she whispered to her 
husband. "I'm afraid... Rod. He's going to make me stay 
with him... here in his house."

Rodney put his arm around her shoulder and saw his wife 
flinch. "I forgot... about the tattoo. He told me about 
the butterfly. About putting it on your breast," he 
whispered. "Later... show me later."

Sarge was smiling and ready to take full command. 
Walking briskly in their direction, he looked 
determined. "We eat. Dinner will be served in one hour. 
You go Zelda's room... wash and get ready," he said to 
Michelle. "Husband and I will chat."

Rodney felt trapped. Sarge's blackmail had worked to 
perfection in the beginning enabling the man to gain 
control over Michelle and himself. Now it seemed too 
late to turn back especially after his wife had been 
held hostage in Sarge's village. Rodney somehow held a 
faint ray of hope that they would be released very soon. 
The international committee would expect him to hand in 
his election report within the next few days so he 
reasoned that Sarge would let them go.

***

Sarge stood beside Rodney after Michelle departed with 
Zelda. He boldly told the husband what he planned. "You 
can stay here tonight. Stay and watch. Watch wife having 
sex," he whispered. Rodney could barely contain his 
anxiety, as his heart rate increased with each detail 
the man told him. "You watch... wife having orgasm with 
son. She make man out of Kato last time. She will 
again."

The two men stared at each other, but it was only Sarge 
who was smiling. "It truly amazing when you see it. 
Seeing wife acting like Blackman whore with Kato," Sarge 
said. "Now we not know... who make pregnant."

Sarge stood motionless letting his words sink in before 
continuing. "Maybe Kato get lucky... make wife pregnant. 
I never see woman so hot... so hot for African cock," he 
whispered sending tremors all through Rodney. "She not 
leave Africa until Sarge say. I say she can go when 
belly full of baby."

Rodney never realized his dilemma was so severe or so 
cruel. He shuddered listening to Sarge and didn't have a 
chance to argue or respond, as everyone was called to 
dinner. The seating arrangements were pre-arranged and 
Rodney wound up sitting beside Sarge who sat at the head 
of the table. Sitting directly across from him was his 
darling wife and right beside her was the intimidating 
teenage son. Zelda sat at the far end of the table and 
her daughters sat on either side of her. Next to Rodney 
were two women he did not know, but they were introduced 
as members of Sarge's tribe.

The conversation was nonstop. Sarge tried to include 
Rodney and Michelle in all of the trivial talk even 
though it was broken English most of the time. It didn't 
take long before the woman sitting beside Rodney let him 
know she was willing to be more than friendly. She did 
speak some English and kept whispering in Rodney's ear, 
telling him that she was attracted to him. Rodney found 
it strange that the woman kept putting her hands on him 
at every opportunity yet he shrugged it off to petty 
friendliness.

Michelle kept looking towards her husband, hoping he 
could somehow rescue her. She dearly wanted to sit 
beside Rodney and talk to him rather than sit beside a 
boy who never stopped rubbing up against her. It was 
obvious the parents didn't object to their son touching 
and sometimes fondling a female guest and Michelle 
noticed that most of the time Sarge had a sheepish grin 
on his face. Nearing the end of the main course, she 
noticed that Rodney fidgeted more than expected and the 
woman beside him was constantly whispering at him.

It was during dessert that the woman beside Rodney made 
her move. Her right hand dropped under the table and she 
innocently put her hand on Rodney's upper thigh. She 
squeezed his thigh before letting her fingers slip into 
the space between his legs. Her intent was obvious and 
he did not know of any way to prevent her groping 
without making a horrible scene. Rodney reasoned that 
Sarge probably coerced the woman's actions and that any 
scene would be far more embarrassing to him than anyone 
else. He tried to ignore the woman's hand and almost 
gulped his dessertspoon down his throat when her fingers 
grazed the bulge in his crotch.

Rodney dared not look at the woman; he knew she was 
grinning from ear to ear. It was all he could do to 
finish eating and he felt utterly relieved when Sarge 
stood up from the table. Suddenly Sarge informed 
everyone that a soak in the hot tub was just the thing 
to relax and settle a big meal. "Let's retire up to the 
hot tub... enjoy a relaxing massage," Sarge told 
everyone. "Come... up to hot tub. There's room for 
everyone. Our two lovely guests will give everyone an 
expert massage."

Sarge was the master of deception. His two special 
guests were there for one specific reason and Sarge's 
plan would have them become very intimate with the 
unsuspecting Rodney. The two, beautiful women from his 
village were more than willing to do anything for Sarge 
who was one of the tribe's supreme elders.

Sarge spoke in his native tongue, as well as English, so 
everyone understood his request. Then he proceeded up 
the wide stairway to his master bedroom where the tub 
was located. Sarge led the way with an arm wrapped 
around his loyal wife. The two tribal guests who each 
grabbed one of Rodney's arms, before he could protest, 
followed him. Michelle was stunned by it all and before 
she could react, Kato grabbed her by the arm forcing her 
to follow her husband up the stairs. Sarge's two 
daughters followed the entourage knowing the gorgeous 
white couple was going to be the night's entertainment.

Everyone entered the lavish bedroom moving directly 
towards the big hot tub. Without any shame or modesty, 
Sarge, his family, and the two women instantly started 
undressing. Rodney and Michelle stood motionless looking 
at the brazen nudity and then glanced at each other 
wondering what to do next. Sarge waved his hand at the 
couple in a beckoning manner and his voice sounded 
demanding. "Take clothes off... no need for modesty. The 
water is wonderful. Come... join us!"

It seemed pointless to argue with the man and Rodney was 
the first to undress. Michelle could tell he was 
embarrassed yet somehow he managed to strip before 
giving his wife a questioning look. She begrudgedly 
followed his lead and in no time both jumped into the 
steamy water, hoping the water would hide their brazen 
nudity.

Sarge had given the affair great thought. He planned 
having everyone lounge in the steaming hot water for as 
long as it took to put the white couple at ease. Then he 
would turn the two women loose on Rodney. As soon as 
everyone was in the tub, servants appeared with trays of 
fruit, drinks and plenty of fancy desserts. Michelle 
watched her husband grab a drink and start sipping it 
without the least bit of concern. Then he selected some 
desserts and ate them far quicker than was his custom.

Michelle desperately wanted to warn Rodney that the 
drink was likely spiked with some mysterious African 
drug, but there was no way to do it without alerting 
Sarge. She too took a drink off a tray but vowed to sip 
it very slowly. Her memory flashed back to her time in 
the village when her thirst got the better of her. A 
shiver shot up her spine putting goose bumps all over 
her body, when she remembered what happened once the 
drugs sedated her mind.

The fruit looked exceptionally appetizing so she took 
some thinking it was the safest thing being served. 
Michelle ate some berries and melon relishing the sweet, 
juicy taste and it seemed to hit the spot after the 
African meal. She really didn't eat much at dinner, 
finding the food too unusual and bizarre.

Time passed with Sarge imposing his will on everyone. He 
insisted the servants keep passing the trays around and 
he wasn't satisfied until each person indulged in the 
drinks and food. Rodney had no trouble keeping busy and 
soon it became apparent that he was acting strangely. He 
quickly forgot about being nude and seemed to relish 
looking at the many seductive female bodies. He laughed 
at everything and eventually wound up sitting between 
the two tribal women who kept encouraging him.

Michelle vowed not to let her guard down. She strangely 
but willingly ate more fruit without the slightest 
prospect the fruit was laced with a powerful 
aphrodisiac. Her head started spinning before realizing 
that Sarge had duped her once again.

Sarge was not surprised when Michelle finished one drink 
and took another until she was on her fourth drink. He 
watched the gorgeous woman freely eat the enticing 
fruit, which got rid of her self-consciousness, and then 
she drank without any restraint. He had outwitted her 
again and grinned knowing the aphrodisiac would 
eventually get rid of Michelle's inhibitions.

***

It was time for the commencement of Sarge's next bold 
move. He already had a massage table set up next to the 
tub for the specific purposes of using it to humiliate 
his married guests. Sarge ordered the two tribal women 
to perform their magic on the naive Rodney.

Rodney had no idea what Sarge said. He watched the two 
women get out of the tub with water dripping off their 
luscious bodies. He couldn't take his eyes off the pair 
and ogled their bullet-shaped titties wondering what 
they would feel like. Then one of the women was motioned 
with her hand for him to get out of the tub. Feeling a 
strong sense of sudden courage, Rodney swiftly stood up 
and joined the two beside the massage table.

No English was required for them to get their point 
across. They quickly had Rodney lying prone on the table 
and they were pouring hot oil all over his body. It 
started out quite innocent and appeared to be a regular 
massage. The women's hands rubbed and massaged the 
glistening oil all over Rodney's outstretched body. One 
woman concentrated on his upper torso and the other 
massaged Rodney's lower extremities.

The surface of the table was higher than the hot tub so 
it was impossible for the onlookers to see exactly what 
was happening. All of a sudden the women convinced 
Rodney to turn over so they could massage the front of 
his body. Michelle could only imagine what it looked 
like and then she noticed something odd. One of the 
women had her hands in the vicinity of Rodney's hips and 
she seemed to be massaging his manhood.

Suddenly Michelle saw the woman purposely pull the semi-
hard penis up in the air so everyone could see. The 
woman stroked Rodney's pecker using one hand at a time. 
It was a milking fashion with one hand stroking upward 
until the head slipped out of her hand, and then her 
other hand began to milk the cock from the base. In no 
time, Michelle could hear her husband moaning and 
realized he was loosing control, as his cock got rock-
hard.

It was the most shocking and scandalous act when one of 
the women swooped in for the kill. Her face brushed 
across Rodney's chest and downward until her mouth was 
directly over the upraised cock. Michelle's eyes opened 
so wide they hurt when the woman swallowed Rodney's hard 
cock. She had never watched a blowjob. Suddenly one was 
happening right in front of her startled eyes. The 
woman's head bobbed up and down on top of Rodney's cock 
and her sucking was nonstop.

Michelle sat frozen in the tub, which seemed ironic 
since the water was so hot. Sarge sort of floated across 
the tub until he was beside the concerned woman, leaving 
her surrounded by him and his son. "Look... you aren't 
the only one who likes sex with African. Look... his 
cock. It hard... and she plays with it," Sarge whispered 
in Michelle's ear. "Rodney happy man. He gets blowjob 
from black whore."

Michelle stared towards the massage table and she saw 
the desperate look in her husband's eyes, as his face 
was turned in her direction. She noticed Rodney's eyes 
flutter and then sort of roll upwards out of sight. In 
fraught hopelessness, Rodney's fingers dug into the soft 
mattress pad, as the woman turned his pecker to stone. 
The woman's strong fingers squeezed his cock and she 
knew exactly how to stroke a man's cock. She coated his 
shaft with plenty of spit making it easier for her hand 
to move up and down while her mouth gobbled the engorged 
cock-head.

Michelle's eyes opened wider when she noticed the 
woman's teeth bite down around the flared rim and start 
scraping the head of Rodney's cock. She saw her 
husband's hips thrust upward frantically trying to hold 
back, but his struggle was in vain. Every muscle in 
Rodney's body stiffened and he was motionless when he 
let go. The sight was both horrendous and wonderful. The 
woman's cheeks expanded with the influx of cum and she 
madly swallowed so as not to choke.

***

The luxurious room was perfect for Sarge's exhibition. 
His plan was at the stage where Rodney had just received 
a tremendous blowjob and it was time for more 
tantalizing sex. Sarge contemplated what to do next but 
quickly decided that further tormenting was needed. He 
wanted Michelle to watch more of her husband with the 
two women. The African aphrodisiac that he slipped into 
Rodney's drinks earlier would ensure the man would keep 
an erection for hours, so it was possible.

Rodney was afraid to move after the blowjob. He peeked 
over at his wife and noticed that she had other perils 
to contend with. The teenage boy was beside her and 
Rodney could see Michelle trying desperately to keep her 
distance from Kato. All of a sudden he noticed that 
something was very different. His hardon would normally 
diminish after an orgasm yet this time it stayed so hard 
it felt strange.

Added to the oddity was the fact that one of the African 
women did not let go. She kept the fingers of one hand 
wrapped around his narrow shaft while her other hand 
cupped his balls. Then he glanced at the woman and 
noticed her indicating that she wanted more. She climbed 
onto the massage table and crouched over his legs in a 
threatening manner. Rodney could see her entire crotch, 
which was pointed directly at him, and he marveled at 
how pink her slit was compared to her black thighs.

He was still marveling at her beautiful appearance when 
she shuffled forward until her crotch was directly over 
his stiff pecker. There was no doubt to her intentions 
when her hand grabbed the cock and held it pointed 
straight up in the air. The only set of eyes bigger than 
Rodney's were Michelle's. She watched as the black woman 
slowly dipped her hips until the head of her husband's 
cock touched her puffy labia. Then Michelle watched 
Rodney's cock slip inside the woman's honey-pit until 
she could not see it anymore.

Rodney lay flat on his back on the massage table and the 
woman rode him bareback. Her black ass slowly moved up 
and down, as she seemed to enjoy the slow, pretentious 
seduction. Everyone's face was turned to watch Rodney 
being literally fucked by one of the African women. She 
was definitely a good actress, as her moans of desire 
and groans of sexual bliss implied she was experiencing 
enormous pleasure.

Michelle had never watched her husband having sex and 
for some strange reason she felt betrayed. The earlier 
blowjob had been one traumatic event. Actual intercourse 
was something else. The one thing she found most 
unbelievable was the fact her husband still had an 
erection. Michelle kept drinking from the cup Sarge had 
thrust into her hands and watching Rodney having sex 
with a young, African woman.

By the time Michelle realized the drinks were spiked, 
she had consumed far too much of the African nectar. 
Sarge could always tell when the sedative had worked by 
the silly smirk on the captive's face. He recognized his 
young son was overly excited and it was time to let Kato 
possess the gorgeous white slave. Sarge noticed how Kato 
never took his eyes off Michelle's luscious tits, 
swaying in the water, and that the bobbing boobies 
mesmerized the boy.

Everyone was preoccupied and so was Kato. Only he was 
not concentrating on what was happening across the room. 
He dearly wanted to feel Michelle's titties, but his 
father's advice to wait for the right time was forefront 
in his mind. Suddenly Sarge whispered his go-ahead and 
Kato immediately put his hands on Michelle. It seemed 
ridiculous yet Michelle still used her hands in a 
hopeless attempt to stop the boy from groping her 
womanly treasures. Then Kato put one of her dainty hands 
in his and shifted them to his illustrious hardon. 
Michelle quickly pulled her hand away, but not before 
she felt the size of the boy's pecker. 

Michelle tried to hold back and not let Kato force her 
out of the tub. She desperately glanced around the 
expansive room but nothing offered her any solace. The 
tiled bathroom with the overly busy massage table was 
brightly lit. The hot tub was in a dimmer lit area and 
it was also surrounded by lots of clean, white tile. 
There was a lighted area across a vast open bedroom, 
which contained a large bed, and Michelle shivered 
remembering the last time she was in that bed.

It was with the same boy and Michelle realized that his 
intensions were likely the same as they were that night. 
Kato tugged on her hand, as he stepped out of the tub, 
and a shiver of despair shot up Michelle's backbone when 
she noticed his obvious aroused state. Kato's big pecker 
bobbed up and down, as he moved, and he pulled her out 
of the tub even though she resisted. Giggles erupted 
from the two sisters, as they watched the naked couple 
who had water dripping off their bodies. The girls knew 
exactly what Kato had planned and their emotions soared 
thinking of watching it happen again.

Michelle glanced one more time at Rodney but lost all 
hope when she noticed the tribal woman was still humping 
her husband. Her eyes surveyed the hot tub and again she 
lost hope. Sarge had his arm around his wife and Zelda 
appeared engrossed in the intense, erotic show. The two 
daughters had big smiles on their faces and they huddled 
against each other relishing the sexual exhibition. The 
spectators were in a perfect location, allowing them to 
watch everything, as the hot tub was between the massage 
table and the bed.

***

Sarge was a maniac and in complete control. Rodney's 
seduction had barely finished when Sarge instructed Kato 
to take the beautiful white woman over to the bed. 
Suddenly Michelle's feet were moving. Kato quickly 
coaxed her out of the tub and he held her arm, as he 
walked across the room, pulling the struggling woman 
behind him. Once he reached the bed, Kato stopped and 
yanked Michelle's arm until she was standing beside the 
bed.

Michelle turned towards Kato wanting to plead with him. 
That was a mistake! The boy merely put his arms around 
her torso and hugged her tightly into his hard, lanky 
body. Her mouth opened to speak, but suddenly she felt 
his appalling intimidator running from her pelvis all 
the way up the center of her tummy. Kato's cock was so 
hot and hard it burned a long welt across her stomach.

Sarge wanted the husband to watch everything his wife 
did. He immediately called Rodney back to the hot tub 
once his orgasm was finished. Also, Sarge summoned his 
two faithful, tribal women. The three got into the tub 
and it didn't take long for everyone to sit in a semi-
circle so that they could all see the staged bedroom 
scenes.

The devious man made sure he was sitting beside Rodney. 
"My goodness! Look how nice they look together... your 
wife and my son," Sarge whispered. "My God... I think we 
are going to witness something truly wonderful. Don't 
you?"

Rodney couldn't help but feel apprehensive and far too 
worried to answer the man. He watched his wife's 
slender, sexy body rubbing up against the tall, muscular 
boy. Suddenly Michelle's dainty hand reached for Kato's 
pecker. Her fingers wrapped around the thick shaft in an 
attempt to push it away from her tummy, but it looked 
pathetic to Rodney. It appeared that she pulled the 
boy's cock to the side and caressed the burning meat 
bringing a wide smile to Kato's boyish face.

"Her hand looks small on his cock... on Kato's big 
cock," Sarge whispered. "Can you imagine it inside her. 
She be Kato's woman tonight... and many more nights!"

Rodney had no idea his wife had already fallen prey to 
the sly African who had screwed Michelle during her 
first night at Sarge's home. His eyes grew wider 
watching Michelle wrestle with Kato and the whole drama 
appeared too breathtaking to miss any of the graphic 
struggles.

Michelle peered up at Kato with her mouth still open and 
the boy silenced her with a kiss. Suddenly his tongue 
was inside her mouth and Michelle didn't know how to 
combat the boy's assault. She let go of Kato's cock and 
put both hands on his chest, as if trying to push him 
away. He continued to scorch her with his cock and then 
he put his hands on her butt, squeezing each cheek in a 
determined manner.

Michelle's mind kept wondering, 'what if' and 'if that.' 
All of a sudden the boy punctuated one of her dire 
questions. He sort of lifted Michelle off her feet, high 
enough that her crotch rose above his penis, and then he 
dropped her back to the floor. Michelle felt the boy's 
pecker slip between her legs and lay along her wetness 
in a most threatening fashion. Kato's pecker was so 
stiff that it pushed hard against the entire length of 
her slit. She felt the burning meat spreading her 
delicate petals so that his cock rested directly in her 
exposed opening.

Kato could feel the vast wetness on the top portion of 
his cock. He felt the entire length of his cock lie 
along Michelle's narrow crotch and caress all of her 
womanly charms. He slowly shifted his hips back and 
forth and that separated the labia even wider so his 
cock pushed on the rosy clitoris. Michelle knew that 
talking to the boy was stupid so she merely moaned and 
groaned trying to let him know she didn't desire his 
unwanted caresses. The problem with her reasoning was 
that Kato interpreted her sounds as lust for what he was 
doing.

All of a sudden Michelle summoned all of her courage. 
She deemed that she had to get the boy's pecker off her 
precious pussy or suffer the consequences. Her hand 
slinked downward between the bodies until she reached 
the joined pelvises. She grabbed the long, hard shaft of 
Kato's cock and pulled it from between her legs. 
Michelle struggled and managed to turn her body sideways 
so that she had room to masturbate the boy's cock.

Even Michelle did not understand why her hand moved or 
why it was so robotic. Her fingers squeezed the burning 
rod and pumped slowly up and down the extended shaft 
while her eyes never left the boy's cock. Suddenly she 
contemplated a way out. Michelle was excited and more 
confident than at any time since arriving in the African 
city. She was determined to be a strong woman and not be 
overcome by Sarge's wicked plans. Michelle reasoned she 
might have to jerk-off Kato, and even let the boy have 
sex with her, but she vowed not to succumb to any 
temptation.

Success was imminent and Michelle squeezed harder and 
pumped faster. Her eyes bulged expecting the throbbing 
penis to erupt into an enormous Mount Vesuvius, but 
suddenly her world crumbled. The boy grabbed her hands 
and easily yanked them from his throbbing pecker. Then 
Kato nudged her backwards until the back of her legs hit 
the bed and she was forced to sit down. Suddenly the boy 
started rubbing the wet end of his penis all over her 
face, her chest and finally her boobs. She desperately 
wanted to stop Kato but some strange urge prevented any 
resistance.

When the powerfully built boy shoved her backwards, 
Michelle suspected what was next. Her eyes widened as 
she stared at Kato who was now standing between her 
legs, which were spread wide hanging over the edge of 
the bed. His cock was in his fist and Kato gave every 
indication his hunger for her had reached a breaking 
point. Michelle glared straight ahead, but this time she 
was ready. She vowed to fight with all of her willpower. 
Sarge's son could ravage her body yet she would never 
surrender.

All of a sudden Kato fell on top of her outstretched 
body, and he pulled her all the way onto the bed. She 
could feel his burning rod pressing against the lower 
part of her left leg and wondered why in hell he was way 
down there. Tremor after tremor shot through her torso, 
as she imagined the boy's cock getting bigger, but she 
was still determined. Suddenly Kato put his hands on the 
insides of her thighs and pushed them farther apart. He 
was getting ready to mount her, she assumed, and her 
body tensed.

Then she felt the boy's tongue licking her thighs; then 
the delicate area all around her opening, and then all 
over her baby-like pelvis. Michelle was fully prepared 
for intercourse but all of a sudden something was wrong. 
Suddenly she felt fingers on her labia, as the lips were 
pried wide-open. Michelle's eyes rolled back into her 
head even before the boy's tongue touched her.

She never felt so helpless, as her pussy lips were held 
apart. It was the greatest intimidation, which robbed 
the last shred of her sanity just as Kato's tongue 
lashed through the vast wetness. Her body jerked wildly 
and she didn't know what else to do.

Michelle's head rolled side to side desperately looking 
for her husband. She suspected Rodney was watching from 
the shadows, but strangely she was unable to stop 
reacting to the boy's assault. Only moments earlier, 
Michelle's confidence soared thinking that she could win 
the battle of Sarge's humiliation. Suddenly it happened 
so fast that her entire will to fight was destroyed. 
Kato rammed his tongue to the hilt inside her opening 
and put his fingers around her fragile clitoris.

The last thing Michelle thought she would do, she did. 
"Oh gawd... gawd, your tongue. It's inside me... licking 
my cunt," she wailed even though she knew better. 
"Please... not your tongue. Please, don't eat me."

Kato's top lip curled and surrounded the throbbing clit. 
"No... dear gawd, no. Not that... don't use your 
teeth... not on my thingie," she moaned unaware of what 
she was saying. The combination of the earlier 
sedatives, the ongoing intimidation, and the sudden 
sexual assault was too much. "Oh my... your teeth. 
Nibbling my thingie and I... I can't stop. Oh gawd, 
no... your finger is inside... fucking my hole. Gawd, 
no... I'm cuuuuming!"

Kato could taste the free flowing cream and he swallowed 
madly trying to drink it all. He nibbled the clitoris 
exactly as instructed by his father and marveled at how 
the goddess reacted. Sarge had been absolutely correct 
when he said, "Break her will with your tongue... then 
fuck her with your big cock!"

The boy had accomplished the first feat to perfection 
and it was time for number two. The honey-hole was still 
running; his thirst had been quenched. He quickly 
slithered upward until his upper body was directly over 
Michelle's. Kato stared down at the prettiest face 
etched with extreme anxiety and he shifted his hips into 
position.

All of a sudden Michelle felt the boy's hips lifting and 
then the tip of his cock was pressing into her wetness. 
She never felt so helpless, as the flared head spread 
her opening, enabling the boy to insert two or three 
inches of his virile cock. Kato was more than ready 
after the rigorous cunnilingus. He rammed his cock to 
the hilt and speared her cervix with one swift thrust.

Kato hit a wall and then he held steady to enjoy the 
immense pride of the sweetest conquest. Once again the 
beautiful, white goddess was his slave. He moved slow 
and with a deliberate plan to conquer every intimate 
emotion of Michelle's being.

Michelle sobbed and surrendered to Sarge's wishes. "Oh 
gawd... gawd it's deep... so deep. Oh gawd... I can feel 
it, inside... deep inside. Your penis... big black 
cock... fucking me," she moaned in almost ranting 
fashion.

Rodney's eyes whelmed with tears watching his devoted 
wife surrendering her soul to the devil. Her shapely 
legs were thrashing in the air being held high by Kato 
who wanted absolute freedom. Then Rodney noticed that 
very familiar sign that his wife was experiencing an 
orgasm. Her hips jerked once... and then again and again 
towards the enthusiastic boy.

"Fuck me... oh gawd, fuck me harder. Put your black cock 
in my belly!"

Rodney almost fainted when his wife drifted through 
Sarge's African oasis. She had already experienced an 
orgasm, but yet, here she was moments later in the midst 
of another gigantic one.

Sarge's signal was all it took for the two, young women 
to act. Sarge swiftly shifted out of the way to allow 
the women to surround the saddened husband. They were 
determined to console Rodney's broken spirit and the one 
woman wasn't shocked when she reached down in the hot 
water finding a hardened pecker. The woman was well 
aware that Sarge had given Rodney enough African horny 
goat-weed to last many hours. The combination of tribal 
aphrodisiac and watching his wife's erotic encounter was 
too much for any man to endure.

***

Michelle's head pounded and ached when she woke. The 
hangover from too much alcohol and special African 
medication was getting more familiar to her; yet the 
lingering affects still caused her head to hurt. She was 
alone in bed and very thankful for the respite. Her 
memory drifted back to the eventful night and although 
it was hazy from drinking and eating laced fruit, she 
remembered. Tremors shot through her entire body with 
the memories of how she spent all night in bed with 
Sarge's son.

Through the foggy cobwebs, her mind brought back the 
memories of the night. She remembered looking towards 
the other bed in the room and seeing her husband with 
the two African women. She wondered how many times 
Rodney had intercourse with the women, as every time she 
looked over, he was riding one of them. It seemed that 
he had an everlasting hardon and Michelle could not 
remember her husband ever staying hard longer than a few 
minutes. Sometime during the night, Rodney left the 
bedroom with the two women and that was the last she saw 
of her husband.

Then she remembered Kato. Michelle dearly wanted the 
memory to be a nightmare, or some horrible dream, but it 
wasn't. Her heartbeat increased remembering how 
wonderful it felt during the numerous intercourses, each 
time Kato made love to her. She could not remember being 
touched so intimately or so deeply. Maybe it was her 
womanly intuition, but she felt consumed by the African 
boy. The promise of becoming pregnant did not have the 
horrendous reaction it should have and she felt guilty. 
Then Michelle found it too daunting to imagine a married 
white woman giving birth to an African baby.

Suddenly Sarge's daughters interrupted her daydreaming 
when they rushed into the room. Michelle covered her 
nudity with a sheet and watched the two girls hustle 
around the room gathering clothes. Then they came over 
to Michelle indicating that she should dress right away 
and don the clothes they provided for her.

It was time for breakfast and Sarge's family considered 
it one meal where everyone attended so as to start the 
day off right. Michelle dressed trying to keep her 
nudity shielded from the giggling girls and she felt 
much better once she was fully clothed. Then the girls 
beckoned her to follow them.

The three headed downstairs to the eating area, which 
was already busy. All of a sudden Michelle felt pangs of 
hunger and realized it had been a long time since she 
last ate. Sarge and Zelda were already seated at the 
table along with Rodney and Kato. It was strange how 
people were creatures of habit, as the two tribal women 
were seated beside Rodney like they had last evening and 
the daughters quickly ran around the table to their 
assigned seats. That left one seat for Michelle, the 
same one as last evening beside Kato and across from her 
husband.

Michelle was the last one standing and she quickly sat 
down. She dearly wanted to apologize to her husband for 
last night, but then remembered Rodney's indiscretions 
so she didn't say anything. She merely reached across 
the table giving Rodney's hand an emotional squeeze and 
then mouthed the words, 'I love you.'

There was no time for solitude or for feeling sorry. 
Everyone chatted and Michelle and Rodney were included 
in conversation, which left no time for daydreaming. 
When the meal finished, Sarge invited the couple into 
his study. He was very convincing and his voice was 
stern. His manner left the couple with little choice but 
to obey his demands.

Sarge's meeting with the couple lasted over an hour and 
in that time he outlined exactly what the future held 
for Michelle and Rodney. He informed them that Michelle 
would remain a welcomed guest in his home and they both 
shuddered at the disclosure. "Wife stay with my family. 
She stay with Kato... be his woman."

He also outlined the kind of election report that was to 
be handed in. Rodney was flying out shortly, but he 
would travel alone. Sarge had been very specific. "You 
take report to committee. Hand in and give them 
assurance that election was perfect. Also... tell 
committee that you have job here," he told the shocked 
international observer. "Tell them that you will work in 
country... you accept job with our government."

Rodney stuttered and stammered but nothing constructive 
came out of his mouth. He looked at the overbearing 
security officer with an envious regard for the man's 
shrewd manipulation. Sarge had obviously pulled strings 
and secured a job for him, ensuring he and Michelle 
would remain in the country. There didn't seem to be 
anything he could do to fight Sarge. Well, Rodney 
considered, unless he wanted his life destroyed and his 
reputation ruined. Then he contemplated the fact his 
wife was not allowed out of Sarge's home. Michelle was 
strictly controlled and her every move was planned by 
Sarge or one of his henchmen.

Rodney could see no way out. He would fly to Geneva and 
be there for at least a week. He glanced at his plane 
tickets and noticed the return date was exactly one week 
away. Then the sudden awareness hit him hard in the 
stomach. His wife would almost assuredly be pregnant 
before his return. Rodney realized that Sarge's wish for 
his young son to impregnate Michelle would likely come 
true, if it hadn't already.

A woman experiencing multiply orgasms was a fallacy 
Rodney believed; that was before the hot tub party. He 
witnessed his wife with Sarge's son and Rodney swore she 
climaxed every time Kato fucked her. Michelle's words 
still echoed in his head. She begged the boy to fill her 
belly with his black seed and then Rodney heard her 
utter the most heart-stopping request. Michelle begged 
the African boy to make her pregnant. Rodney would never 
forget her words and he managed to take some comfort 
knowing the African drugs most likely affected a sane 
person's mind in strange ways.

***

Sarge was evil and planned humiliating the American 
actress to the extreme. He schemed from the first moment 
he saw Marie Kelly enter airport security. Sarge had 
encountered numerous white women, many who were 
celebrities, over the years. He even managed to execute 
devilish schemes to gain control over some of the white 
women, but his schemes seemed to get more and more 
daring.

He started with white women who he found attractive and 
sexy when they visited his country. Then he progressed 
to blackmailing the gorgeous Michelle until he attained 
complete control over the sexiest white women. Sarge 
considered his leaving Michelle all alone in his 
familiar African village as the most unscrupulous plan 
ever. Seeing the Tribal Butterfly tattooed on the 
woman's chest made him the happiest man. His devious 
plan to keep Michelle in his country was progressing 
flawlessly. At first Sarge doubted he would be 
successful, but now he saw Michelle's total acceptance 
of his African culture.

Sarge almost had a heart attack when his niece told him 
a secret. Thema explained her most intimate feelings for 
Michelle and told her uncle that she would be the 
happiest woman if the white woman remained in the 
country. Sarge felt confident he could make Thema's wish 
come true and he marveled at his brilliant ingenuity.

Suddenly there was a new conquest on the horizon. A wide 
smile covered his face when the sexy Marie Kelly walked 
up to the screening detector. Luckily it was one of 
those times when Sarge was not busy and he was lounging 
around in airport security. The actress had that 
superior, 'I am better than you,' look when she entered 
and it spurred Sarge to action. He quickly whispered 
directions to his trusted comrade, Emu, and the two men 
took over security measures of new arrivals.

Sarge quickly grabbed the metal-detector wand out of a 
guard's hand and used it himself. He waved the wand and 
made sure it beeped whenever he passed it over Marie's 
torso. All of a sudden Emu, who was running the x-ray 
conveyor belt, let out a few excited statements. Sarge 
peaked around the machine and noticed the obvious x-ray 
images of contraband on the monitor screen. The puzzled 
look on his face was priceless when he looked at the 
pictures of small plastic bags in one of the actress's 
suitcases.

Sarge grabbed the stunned Marie Kelly by the arm and 
sternly guided her around the luggage to a convenient 
interrogation room. He pushed her roughly into the room 
and waited for his guards to bring in all of her 
luggage. Emu and another guard set the suitcases on the 
desk and opened them for inspection. Sarge slammed the 
door and he slowly ventured across the room to the desk. 
He turned to face the beautiful woman and seemed to wait 
forever.

Marie Kelly was too surprised to even say a word and she 
didn't know what was going on. Sarge merely stared at 
her and then glanced at the suitcases. She was too 
shocked to be afraid and stood motionless waiting for 
Sarge to say something.

Sarge glared at the actress using his meanest 
expression. "It is very bad... to smuggle drugs into my 
country," he said. "Some people think they can get away 
with anything in our small, African country. Sometimes 
celebrities try anything."

"I... I don't know what's going on. Whatever is in my 
suitcase... well it's not mine," she stuttered pointing 
at the tampered suitcase. "Those plastic bags are not 
mine!"

Sarge watched the woman fidget and squirm, as she stood 
by the doorway. "Please... sit. Please, be comfortable 
and sit down," he said waving his hand at the only chair 
in front of the desk. "I'm sure it's all a mistake... 
but we'll check your luggage to be sure."

Marie Kelly suddenly found her courage and became 
furious. It was all she could do to hold her temper and 
she wanted to scream at the odious man. Somehow she 
resisted the temptation to call Sarge every dirty name 
in the book. "No. I would never do that... smuggle 
drugs, sir," she said, cringing when using the obvious 
accolade. "Someone must have planted them... in there. 
Whatever that is... well, it's not mine!"

Sarge felt powerful and in control. "I'm sure your 
luggage is okay... but I'll just go through it to make 
sure," he said. "You wouldn't try to smuggle drugs into 
my country... would you?"

Marie Kelly slowly walked across the room on unsteady 
legs. She sat down just as Sarge began taking everything 
out of her suitcases. When he got to her vanity case, he 
rummaged through it until he found what he wanted. "This 
drugs... some kind of drugs?" He held up a container of 
birth control pills and waved it at her.

"No... oh, no. Those are birth control pills... so I 
don't get pregnant," she said. She almost fainted when 
Sarge threw them on the floor and utterly flattened the 
case and every pill with his big army boot. Marie Kelly 
stared at the crushed pills, which were now powder.

"I make sure... destroy pills just in case they drugs. 
You married?" he asked.

Marie would never understand why she blushed, but her 
face turned a brilliant red. "No. I'm not married. They 
are... well I have a boyfriend and I don't want to get 
pregnant," she stammered trying to explain how Western 
society condones sexual activity at times. Marie didn't 
really dread the thought of not having pills and she had 
no plans to have sex with anyone, as her boyfriend was 
not on the African safari.

Sarge had accomplished what he wanted for now. He closed 
and secured her suitcases and waved his hand at the 
plastic bags that had been removed. "I hear some actors 
and actresses try smuggle drugs. But I forget about 
it... for now," he said. "I'm sure someone planted 
drugs. You free to go. In fact... I'll put you up at our 
best hotel. Consider it a gift for embarrassment of 
search. Please accept our hospitality at the best hotel 
in the city."

Marie Kelly thought she had won. All of a sudden the 
security officer apologized and she felt totally 
vindicated. When Sarge opened the door of the 
interrogation room, an angry manager immediately 
confronted him. Marie Kelly's manager waved his arms and 
spoke much louder than need be to Sarge who was 
obviously the officer in-charge. He chastised Sarge and 
the actress watched her illustrious manager tearing a 
strip off the airport security officer. For some strange 
reason she didn't think Sarge was really scared. His 
face was etched with a smirk and he kept glancing in her 
direction, as if to say, 'we'll meet again... soon.'

There was something eerie about Sarge and Marie Kelly 
felt a shiver shot up her backbone thinking what might 
happen if he ever got her alone. Then Marie quickly 
shrugged off the impossible thought, thinking that she 
was far too witty to ever be caught off guard by some 
African soldier.

There were small lingering doubts still left in her 
mind, as her entourage left the airport. She wondered 
why Sarge had somehow blamed her for bringing drugs into 
the country. The thought that Sarge only conceded to 
give them complimentary hotel rooms because he had 
something else planned was totally preposterous to 
Marie. Then she recalled the most confident grin on his 
face. She was skeptical of the way he undressed her with 
his dark, mysterious eyes, but shrugged it off to male 
hormones and an African fetish for white women.

***

Sarge had the utmost respect and admiration for 
Michelle, but none for Marie Kelly. She was white meat 
available for his African pleasures and he planned 
getting into her famous panties. By the time word of the 
actress being kidnapped got into the international 
newspapers, she would be royally screwed, blued and 
literally tattooed. The thought of tattooing the 
seductive actress made Sarge shudder with anticipation.

He thought about having a scaring ritual for the 
actress. The one for Michelle had turned out perfect in 
many ways. First the tattoo symbolized a woman's 
femininity and sensuality. Everyone in the tribe 
considered the artistry a beautification of a woman's 
body and only the African Rose was more cherished than 
the African Butterfly. Also Sarge's tribe accepted the 
beautiful Michelle, as a member of the tribe even though 
she was white.

Sarge decided the perfect symbol for Marie Kelly was the 
Epa. His tribe considered the drawing as handcuffs, and 
it stood for law, justice and most importantly, slavery 
and captivity. The symbol was a fairly simple design, 
which consisted of two interlocking diamonds, and Sarge 
contemplated having them carved onto the actress's 
chest. Although the slavery concept represented an 
African tribe being out of slavery, Sarge's mind 
considered the symbol as one of putting someone into 
captivity.

He had no intention of collecting a ransom for the 
woman's freedom; he merely planned using a kidnapping as 
a ruse to get complete control over the actress. Sarge's 
eyes stared into the bright sunshine. He had to blink 
many times because of the dry, hot air and his heart 
rate increased, as the time for his planned rebel attack 
neared. Some of his security guards were dressed in 
vagabond uniforms to resemble a mysterious band of 
rebels and he planned using the charade to abduct the 
beautiful Marie Kelly. All of the soldiers wore cloth 
over their nose and mouth to hide their identity, which 
made them appear even more like rebels.

The actress was on her way with her entourage to visit 
remote African villages in hopes of giving donations to 
improve living conditions for the villagers. Marie Kelly 
was completely unaware that she was the target of 
Sarge's devious kidnapping, as her two vehicles drove 
across the arid wasteland. The first vehicle carried 
three security men hired by the actress to escort her 
and her group on the safari. Marie, her male manager and 
two female assistants were in the second limo with a 
driver and another security guard.

All of a sudden several army jeeps forced the lead 
limousine to stop. Many rebel soldiers put on the show 
of a lifetime. Mosi carried a machine gun and boldly 
walked up to the driver's door of the limo. He quickly 
pulled the door open and grabbed the familiar African 
driver out of the car. As pre-arranged by Sarge, the 
driver quickly disappeared across the barren countryside 
until he was out of sight. Waiting for him was an air-
conditioned car, which was going to return him to the 
city along with a couple of the other African security 
guides.

Marie Kelly was in the backseat of the second limo and 
watched in complete horror when their car was stopped. 
When the driver was suddenly yanked out of the first car 
and ordered to leave, she was left speechless. She 
glanced out the side windows to see several uniformed 
men surrounding both vehicles. Most had weapons and 
being unarmed left all the visitors with a feeling of 
vulnerability. It all looked so real because of the 
rebel outfits plus the masks on their faces.

Nothing in any brochure or travel package ever mentioned 
any rebel activity in the country. Marie huddled against 
her manager hoping it was all a bad dream. Suddenly both 
backdoors of the limo opened and the obvious leader of 
the rebels shouted orders for her to get out of the car. 
Marie refused to move and then her manager decided to 
take things into his own hands. He quickly shuffled out 
of the car and started yelling at Mosi. In the flash of 
an eye, the manager was knocked cold. One of Mosi's men 
blindsided the manager and he hit him with the butt of 
his gun. The man's lifeless body hit the dust and 
everyone else presumed the rebels meant business.

Mosi held out his hand inviting the sexy actress out of 
the limo. At first Marie Kelly refused to take his hand 
but something in the daring stare of his dark eyes made 
her move. Not seeing his face and not knowing who he was 
made the event more demoralizing to her. Marie took 
Mosi's big hand and slowly got out of the car to stand 
before the large man like a frail little girl.

It happened so fast that Marie didn't have a chance to 
struggle. Her arms were pinned and tied, rendering her 
almost helpless. Then Mosi wrapped tape around her head 
making sure her eyes were completely covered. "Oh 
gawd... gawd no. Please gawd, please don't do this," she 
begged. "Dear gawd... I'll give you money. Any amount... 
just let me go."

Mosi wasn't finished with his agenda. He walked back to 
the limo so he could speak to the others. The two 
assistants with the actress were not about to volunteer 
to fight for their boss's safety. Mosi leaned into the 
car giving directions in a clear precise voice. "We are 
Sudani rebels. We hold woman for money... ransom," he 
said, handing a folded piece of paper to one of the 
women. "Drive back to city... take hopeless piece of 
shit with you. That note will explain everything... 
everything you need to know about kidnapping."

Then Mosi stepped over to the manager and easily lifted 
the unconscious man off the ground. The man did stir 
when he was moved but did nothing to assist Mosi, as the 
big man tossed him into the limo. He landed on the floor 
at the women's feet and neither woman offered to help 
the man. The driver immediately put the car into drive 
and headed away, as fast as possible.

***

Marie's entire body shook in fear. Her dark world was 
scary and she couldn't remember a time when she feared 
more for her life. The long, hot drive across the desert 
had lasted forever, but now she was in some kind of 
building. She was bound in a chair and could hear a man 
walking around her. His hot breath hit her every time he 
leaned close to her face. Suddenly his face was next to 
her cheek. "Are you afraid?"

She heard the man's voice and wasn't going to answer 
until she felt a sharp jab in the side of her ribs. 
"Yes... Oh gawd, yes. Oh please... don't hurt me," she 
pleaded. "I'll give you anything... money... any amount 
of money."

Marie Kelly sobbed but tried hard to control her 
emotions so that she wouldn't break out crying. She let 
out gasps of horror, as her sheer blouse was slowly 
unbuttoned. Marie felt rough fingers brush against her 
flushed skin until every button was undone and the front 
was pushed to the sides. She could only imagine what it 
looked like and wondered how many people were in the 
room.

It was extremely hot and dry and she felt sweat covering 
her entire body. The tape was so tightly stuck around 
her eyes and head that it was beginning to hurt. She 
never imagined the darkness could give her such a 
helpless feeling, as she couldn't see even the slightest 
ray of light. Suddenly she felt the ties around her 
wrists being cut away and then her arms were free.

Marie thought about fighting and putting up a determined 
struggle. Then she realized that being off in an unknown 
desert all by herself without anyone around to help was 
far too imposing. She shivered as daring fingers slowly 
traced an outline all around her expensive, lacy 
brassiere. The fingers paused at the top of her bra and 
purposely waited for her to utter a few whimpers of 
distress.

All of a sudden the lacy cup was pulled away from her 
chest and Marie knew someone was looking down at her 
exposed breast. Her reaction of pulling backwards merely 
enabled Mosi to see more of Marie's adorable titty. Her 
boobs were quite big for her slender frame and he 
imagined them to be about a 34d. When the desert air hit 
her nipple, she knew the bud was fully exposed to hungry 
eyes, which sent a tremor of helplessness through her 
throbbing head.

Suddenly the skimpy material was grabbed at the thin 
strip of fabric between the cups. In a flash the garment 
was ripped and the cups left dangling in her armpits. 
The temperature was high and the heat was enormous yet 
she still shivered when her clothes were stripped from 
her torso.

Marie found it strange that her hearing was suddenly 
more acute than ever. She could hear heavy breathing to 
her left; then heavier panting to her right before the 
man in front of her spoke. "My men say your tits are 
beautiful. They want to feel them," Mosi whispered 
sending more tremors through her body. "Is it okay if 
they touch... fell your wonderful tits?"

Mosi had to admit that the actress had luscious tits. 
They were big with large rounded areolas, which were a 
very light brownish color. There was only the slightest 
sag and Mosi marveled how her seductive tits sort of 
made him drool. The small nipples were centerpieces that 
made her boobs overly succulent and it was easy to see 
why Marie Kelly was considered an actress with much sex 
appeal. He imagined putting a nipple in his mouth and 
sucking it until it stood hard and proud.

Mosi could see Marie licking her lips trying to make 
them moist. He didn't expect her to answer his question 
so he grabbed a cup full of special drink and put it to 
her lips. "Drink! Drink something to quench your thirst. 
It is hot today... and a person gets thirsty."

Marie Kelly swallowed, as fast as she could, but still 
plenty of liquid ran out the corners of her mouth. Mosi 
loved the affect of the fluid running down her chin and 
flowing down her abundant breasts, coating them with 
glistening juice. Mosi made sure she drank lots and in 
no time he noticed her serious, dire complexion start to 
change. Marie no longer looked afraid and her breathing 
was so rapid that her entire face looked blushed.

He put his lips at her ear. "Is it okay if they feel 
your tits? My soldiers think your tits are beautiful... 
luscious and sexy."

It wasn't more than minutes earlier that she steadfastly 
refused to accept the man's fondling. All of a sudden 
she wondered if it wasn't for the best and that she 
should allow him to grope her nudity in an effort to be 
freed. She flinched when his big hand touched her. Mosi 
put his fingers on her shoulder and kept them there for 
a moment. Then he started running the tip of his 
forefinger all over until it reached her raised melon.

Marie Kelly felt the man trace a circular pattern around 
her breast and then he swiftly seized the hardened 
pebble. His fingers surrounded her nipple and squeezed 
lightly at first. She moaned wishing he would stop, but 
then he squeezed harder. Harder and then he squeezed 
harder. "Owie... owieeeee. Oh gawd, it hurts... please 
don't hurt me," she pleaded.

Suddenly there was a cup at her lips and she was forced 
to drink again. Mosi grabbed her head and tipped it back 
letting the liquid flow down her throat. She gulped 
desperately trying to prevent choking on the abundant 
drink, which allowed Mosi to accomplish his goal. He 
wasn't satisfied until Marie had drained the cup and 
then he let go of her head while she gasped for much 
needed air.

Mosi put his lips next to her ear. "I hear you are 
famous actress... an American actress. I want to see how 
good you really are. I want you to do some acting for 
me," he whispered. "If you finger yourself... 
masturbate, then I might not fuck your pretty white ass. 
I might let you go without letting every man in the room 
fuck your sexy white cunt."

Marie Kelly wondered if things could get any worse. Her 
mind swirled over the dilemma trying to think of a way 
out, but there didn't seem to be any. She was all alone 
being held by some African rebels and for all she knew, 
they would seriously hurt her if she didn't do what they 
demanded. Obviously the offer of money didn't tweak 
their interest and she deemed they were after sex.

Marie Kelly made the firm decision to do it. She would 
obey the shameful demands hoping it would save her from 
further turmoil. Her right hand rotated to the front of 
her body and she placed the palm of her dainty hand on 
her flat tummy. Marie felt her stomach heaving in and 
out and she knew the panic would overtake her if she 
didn't act fast.

It was decision time. Her fingers slithered downward and 
beneath the waistband of her designer jeans. The pants 
were tight and it was very difficult for her hand to 
slip lower. "Show men your white pussy... show pussy, or 
else!"

Now she wasn't sure what to do but there was no 
indecision in Mosi. Marie Kelly felt his fingers on her 
jeans and then the snap and zipper were undone leaving 
the front gaping open. "Standup! Standup so I can take 
pants off," Mosi whispered giving her the sickest 
feeling.

Marie Kelly was too afraid to move a muscle. Mosi 
grabbed her by the shoulders and jerked her to her feet. 
"You stand. Standup and we take pants off."

She stood feeling her legs almost give way. Her hands 
were at her waist valiantly trying to prevent the man 
from stripping her jeans, but her attempts proved 
fruitless. Suddenly her pants were pushed down until 
they were in a ball at her feet. Marie Kelly felt the 
sudden air surrounding her almost complete nudity. Then 
her loosened clothing already hanging open was stripped 
from her torso.

Mosi and two of his men stared at the gorgeous actress, 
each moving so they could see her from every angle. 
Marie Kelly's thong was the only garment she still wore 
and it only added to her sexual allure. The skimpy 
material was misadjusted and Mosi loved the way the 
thong disappeared into certain crevices. He ogled Marie 
Kelly from behind and noticed the strip of material was 
fully buried between her seductive ass-cheeks. Then he 
rotated around her shivering body to see the most 
adorable camel-toe.

Marie Kelly felt the narrow strip of panty between her 
thighs being lodged into her soaked pussy lips. She 
desperately wanted to correct the garment but felt any 
adjustment would only add insult to injury.

All of a sudden Mosi was next to her. "You actress? Then 
you show men... act for them," he whispered. "You 
masturbate... do it and we not hurt you. You act now, or 
else!"

The large amount of African aphrodisiac forced down her 
throat was raging through her entire body. Marie Kelly 
knew better but strangely her normal reasoning was 
flawed. Suddenly Mosi pushed her back into the chair and 
she sat down with a thump. His lips never left her ear. 
"Do it... masturbate like an actress."

Her fingers slithered into the sheer panties until her 
forefinger covered the thin strip of short, black hair. 
Marie Kelly cursed the fact that she had, only days ago, 
waxed her pussy area leaving merely an inch-wide strip 
of stubble above her precious opening. She let out 
whimpers when the tip of her finger touched her wetness. 
Then she put the length of her finger directly over the 
narrow slit, as if waiting for an intervention.

"Do it! Masturbate and it might save you. I might not 
fuck your pretty white ass if you masturbate," Mosi 
whispered with his lips next to her ear. "Have you ever 
been fucked by a big... black... cock?"

Her finger slipped into the wetness so fast the speed 
amazed her. Her hand pushed the thong to the side and 
instantly her fingers surrounded the puffy gem. Suddenly 
everything was like it always was when she masturbated. 
She pinched the clit just hard enough to keep it 
securely between her fingers and then she rolled it 
around vigorously. Marie Kelly could hear the squishy 
juices being swirled around yet she didn't stop.

A short, swift spasm shot through her loins and Kelly 
knew there would be more... many more. She spread her 
legs a little wider, which allowed her to retain a 
better grip on her clitoris, and her hand was a blur. 
Her mind was made up. This was the only way to save 
herself, so she would succumb to the immense 
humiliation, and masturbate in front of her captors.

Mosi could see her emotions rising and knew it would not 
be long before she creamed. He literally dumped more of 
his secret potion down her throat and let it spill all 
over her bare chest. Mosi smiled with the realization 
nobody could drink this much and not have their ability 
to think straight severely impaired. He watched her hips 
jerk randomly and he sensed her orgasm was very near.

All of a sudden he slapped her hand away. The sudden 
shock was profound and Marie Kelly wondered what was 
wrong. Then it happened. Mosi placed his hard, pulsating 
rod in her hand. Her right hand was hanging at her side 
and he stepped close to her so that his cock was beside 
her hand. He put her dainty hand in his and then placed 
them directly on his thick pecker.

"Feel it? Feel the big... black... cock. Cuz it's goin' 
to be inside your belly," Mosi whispered with every word 
sending waves of despair through her entire body.

"Oh gawd... no. No... dear gawd, no," Kelly moaned, as 
her heart rate increased dramatically. "But you said..."

"Feel it honey. I'm goin' to fuck you... stick my big, 
black cock into your do-gooder cunt," Mosi said.

Kelly felt doom wash over her. She couldn't get the 
thick meat out of her hand and Mosi kept moving his hips 
so that his cock was even more threatening. Then he 
pulled Marie Kelly to her feet and with one swift jerk, 
Mosi literally ripped the useless panties from her body. 
He carefully cut the tape so the blindfold could be 
easily removed and suddenly the actress saw the black 
demon, which had burnt her hand.

***

Marie Kelly was afraid to open her eyes. Her temples 
throbbed so madly that her headache made it too 
difficult to think straight. Her memory was vague. Marie 
Kelly reasoned that she must have passed out. Her last 
tangible recollection was of having the African's cock 
in her hand. Bits and pieces of many lost hours slowly 
floated through her distraught mind from that point. 
Every time she struggled or attempted to stop what was 
happening during the night, someone poured more sedative 
down her throat. She had been in a classic stupor and 
although she knew what was going on around her, there 
was nothing she could do about it.

The blindfold had been removed, but she was still blind. 
She vaguely recalled the big, strong rebel forcing her 
to masturbate. Then he led her to a bed where things 
happened that were drastic and emotional. The night was 
the most traumatic of her life yet she would not 
recollect anything more than occasional glimpses of what 
really happened.

Marie Kelly had not been aware of movie cameras setup 
and recording every detail. Sarge instructed Mosi on 
what to do and exactly what he wanted, in an effort to 
ensure the actress became his devoted servant. The 
evidence would definitely shock her, and anyone else who 
saw the numerous scenes of interracial sex. The only way 
Marie Kelly would be aware that she had been a tribal 
sex-toy for masculine warriors would be to watch the 
recorded movies.

Ironically the actress performed the most uninhibited 
performance of her life yet most viewers would never be 
aware that she had been drugged. There were times she 
appeared like a rag doll; yet someone watching the sexy 
white woman ravaged and screwed by natives would easily 
miss the fact. The recorded evidence would forever 
detail how Mosi, Zuberi and other males of the tribe 
sexually used her naked body.

Her eyes fluttered, as fleeting images of the previous 
night flashed through her head. First there were rugged, 
tattooed warriors with one after another between her 
legs, filling her with their virile seed. Then images 
she didn't understand floated in her brain. There seemed 
to be teenagers, many boys enjoying sexual favors for 
the first time. Marie Kelly shook her head trying to get 
rid of the debasing seduction.

Waking up proved harder than usual. Marie Kelly tried to 
move but every muscle was stiff and sore. Her body 
seemed to be covered with some mysterious sticky 
remnants and she wiped her hand up and down the front of 
her sweaty torso. Her legs and pelvis ached and she 
suspected the worst. Her drug-sedated mind was oblivious 
to how many times she had intercourse.

All of a sudden one particular incident shattered her 
already broken confidence. One of the boys brought his 
dog into the abode and he threatened to force her to 
have sex with his dog. Marie Kelly remembered crying 
loudly and begging for mercy, which must have helped. 
The dog was taken away, but she was still forced to have 
sex with another boy or two.

Suddenly she needed more sleep. Her eyelids grew too 
heavy to stay open and Marie Kelly fell asleep with the 
sun high in the sky. It was in the middle of the hottest 
time of day and she nonchalantly threw the blankets off, 
as it was too hot for any covers.

***

Marie Kelly's manager was in the hotel room with the two 
assistants waiting to hear from the rebels. They had 
returned to the hotel after the scary rebel attack and 
were met by the familiar airport security officer. The 
manager showed Sarge the ransom note and he mentioned 
the fact that it would be impossible to pay the demanded 
five million American dollars. The note went on to say 
that no mention of the kidnapping should be put out to 
the international media, or else. The threat only put 
dire possibilities in the manager's mind and he readily 
assumed the rebels would physically harm the actress if 
they didn't obey.

Sarge quickly dispelled the assumption the actress was 
in immediate danger from the rebels, telling the group 
that he would assure Marie Kelly's release. He told them 
that the attack was merely random and rebels had never 
physically harmed any hostage in the past. He reassured 
them that he would secure her freedom within a few days 
and that they had nothing to worry about. Sarge made 
them believe he was the good guy to which they all 
thanked him for his loyal service. His devious smile 
went unnoticed by the group and they never suspected 
Sarge was behind the planned kidnapping.

The manager rubbed the back of his head, but he felt 
much better after talking with Sarge. He was thankful 
that it was only a bump on the head he received from the 
kidnappers and not something more severe. Then he 
imagined what Marie Kelly was experiencing at that very 
moment and he shivered thinking of the beautiful actress 
being held hostage by some vagabond savages. Even after 
Sarge's assurances that nothing very serious would 
happen to Marie Kelly, the manager still had some 
lingering doubts.

There was a sudden knock on the door and all three 
jumped with anticipation. A hotel porter was standing at 
the door and he displayed a diskette, which contained a 
nondescript DVD. "This come for you. Man say not show 
anyone... not show Sarge or anyone. He warn... if you 
show disk to anyone... man say they harm actress," the 
porter said, as he waved the DVD around. Then to ensure 
the manager understood, he reiterated. "Remember! Not 
show anyone... or else!"

The manager was furious, but then reasoned that there 
was absolutely nothing he could do without compromising 
Marie Kelly's delicate situation. He took the DVD and 
immediately shut the door when the porter walked away at 
a fast, steady pace. The temptation was great to see 
what was on the DVD and he quickly popped the disk into 
the hotel's player. The manager expected to see the 
rebel's ransom demands for Marie Kelly's safe release 
and he hushed the two female assistants, as the screen 
came to life.

A person could hear a pin drop when the scenes of 
interracial sex scrolled across the screen. No one could 
believe the actress would condone let alone perform such 
perverted sexual behavior. Suddenly the grown woman was 
having intercourse with a boy. He appeared to be young, 
but there was nothing immature about the 'slong' between 
his legs. His pecker was man-size and he knew exactly 
what to do with it.

What made the movie the biggest shocker to all of Marie 
Kelly's staff was that she was in the midst of what 
looked like an earth-shaking orgasm? Her arms were 
wrapped tightly around the boy and her hips were 
thrusting out of control. The movie depicted the boy's 
cock sliding in and out of her maidenly white pussy. 
Everyone could tell the woman was experiencing an orgasm 
while the boy was preparing for one.

Suddenly the boy's hips thrust downward so hard they 
pounded the woman's ass into the hard bed. Marie Kelly 
appeared even more desperate, as she clung to the boy by 
digging her fingers into his bareback. "Screw me you 
black bastard. Fuck me... make me your white bitch," 
came over the speakers and everyone stopped breathing. 
Then a second boy came out of the shadows and it was 
more than obvious what he had in mind. His cock was 
fully erect and it stood menacing out in front of his 
slender hips. The boy had his fist around the long shaft 
and he pointed it at the adorable woman. When the first 
boy dismounted, it was time for number two.

The woman's arms remained outstretched and seemed to 
welcome the next intruder. Marie Kelly immediately 
wrapped her arms around the boy's shoulders and he had 
enough sense to ram his hard cock at her crotch. 
Everyone's eyes opened wide when the head of the boy's 
pecker disappeared into the pearly white shell. With one 
powerful thrust, the boy embedded his ramrod to the hilt 
and the woman let out a loud whoosh, as the thrust 
knocked the wind out of her.

The boy started humping the woman on the screen without 
one bit of resistance or struggle from her. It seemed 
that Marie Kelly's entire goal was to please the boy so 
her hips kept rotating and thrashing, which he seemed to 
enjoy. Then his big hands grabbed her velvety white hips 
and yanked with all his might. This embedded his cock 
even more and the sound of a moaning woman became very 
evident to the stunned onlookers.

None of Marie Kelly's staff could believe what they were 
watching. They could only imagine what drastic 
circumstances must have transpired to make the adorable 
actress act so uncontrollably. The movie had been 
skillfully edited and the sequence of events that night 
was totally irrelevant. Starting with the encounters 
with the tribal boys was Sarge's idea. By this time the 
African aphrodisiac fully controlled Marie Kelly's mind 
and she was willing to do almost anything.

Suddenly the second boy finished filling the spectacular 
woman with his seedy cum and another boy hovered nearby 
ready for his turn. Then the boys switched positions and 
the writhering woman's arms remained welcoming and 
receptive to another sexual affair. This boy wiped the 
end of his stiff cock clean by rubbing it all over the 
seductive, white titties and everyone could see the 
glistening pre-cum left on every part of the actress' 
boobs. He slapped both boobies with his cock and it 
brought a loud moaning sound from the sedated woman, 
which only seemed to be powerfully captivating.

Marie Kelly seemed to push her chest at the boy and even 
though her eyes remained closed, the woman's face was 
etched with what looked like pure ecstasy. Suddenly the 
boy shifted his long, slender body so that he was prone 
over Marie Kelly's outstretched body. Everyone's eyes 
were mesmeric as they watched the boy rub the flared 
head of his cock up and down through the vast wetness 
until he needed more.

All the onlookers acted like it was happening to them 
when the head of the boy's cock spread the swollen labia 
and entered the honey-pit. No one dared breathe and 
their hearts beat like crazy when they witnessed the 
cock slide slowly into the hole an inch at a time. 
Everyone's breathing only resumed when the entire cock 
disappeared and the boy's hips held absolutely still for 
a brief moment. It was obvious he relished the sudden 
volcanic heat and was waiting for the overwhelming 
temperature to subside before he could pump up and down.

"Holy cow... I think she's having another orgasm. My 
gawd, she's cumming again... look at her hips," one of 
Marie Kelly's assistants whispered. "My gawd... look at 
her. Her legs are wrapped around the boy and she's... 
gawd, she's having another one."

Suddenly everyone found their voice. "Did you see the 
size of that boy... my gawd, he'd kill me with that 
thing," the second woman whispered. "But you saw how 
they poured that stuff down her... made her drink all 
that stuff. Those fucking drugs must be powerful shit."

"Yeah, now that I watch her... watch her eyes. They 
aren't open and she is in some kind of trance," the 
first assistant said. "I'm sure she has no idea of what 
is happening... of how she is fucking every boy in the 
tribe."

Then the manager spoke up. "Shit! She's fucking the 
third one and look. There must be five more lined up," 
he said with his voice raspy and breaking. "Everyone of 
those boys is going to fuck her... make her the tribal 
slut."

***

The manager's forecast was true. The movie played and 
not one of the spectators wanted to push the stop button 
on the DVD player. The manager had never seen a woman, 
any woman, climax so many times. He had heard of a woman 
experiencing multiple orgasms but never believe it could 
happen. Somehow the shocked viewers forgot the fact that 
Marie Kelly had been enticed with a powerful 
aphrodisiac. They watched with their mouth's agape, as 
the illustrious actress seemed to be the tribal slut for 
every young boy in the village.

If watching all the sexual encounters between the 
actress and each boy was not traumatic enough, the DVD 
was far from over. Suddenly Marie Kelly was sitting in a 
chair and to the amazement of every viewer, she was 
masturbating. There was a blindfold on her eyes, but 
that did not last very long. It appeared that the 
actress was on the threshold of an orgasm, as her 
fingers moved at a blinding speed. The movie was 
skillfully edited and viewers were oblivious to the 
sequence of events, as they watched the prelude to what 
was really the first gangbang.

All of a sudden a tall, black man slapped her hand away. 
The three, movie watchers stared at the presumed rebel 
whose body was naked and covered with colorful paint. He 
quickly ripped Marie Kelly's skimpy thong off and cut 
away the blindfold. Then the scene showed the sobbing 
actress being led to a bed by the black warrior and 
there was no doubt in anyone's mind what would happen 
next.

They had all watched porno movies before, but nothing 
rivaled the rebel warrior mounting the struggling white 
woman. Each viewer reasoned it was the sheer primitive 
magic of animal lust and they could all feel the 
intensity of the moment. The three huddled around the 
television screen, as the scene depicted the warrior's 
charcoal body glistening next to Marie Kelly's soft, 
velvety skin.

Their hearts beat much faster and everyone's breathing 
was rapid. Nobody said a word until Mosi forced his way 
between Marie Kelly's thrashing legs with the help of 
other warriors. "My dear God... he's going to rape her," 
one of the women viewers whispered. "Look... look at 
him. His cock is... dear God, it's inside poor Marie."

Mosi fucked the actress and from the camera angle it 
appeared like a consensual act. He rammed his cock to 
the hilt causing Marie Kelly to groan very loud as her 
pleas for mercy sounded more like moans of pleasure. The 
viewers shivered when it became obvious the man was 
experiencing an orgasm. Mosi arched his back and his 
whole body tensed just before releasing his black 
demons. "Oh God, no... no! He's doing it," the manager 
whispered. "The black bugger is filling her with his 
bastard seed."

The three sat in utter disbelief, as Mosi climaxed deep 
inside the lovely actress. Then another rebel appeared, 
and took his turn, and he was followed by yet another. 
Suddenly the screwing was finished and the scenes 
shifted to what appeared to be an evening. It was 
twilight darkness, but the camera managed to show all 
the action clearly and bluntly. The gorgeous actress was 
completely naked and she was stretched out on top of a 
wooden rack with her arms securely tied over her head. 
Her pretty face was etched with extreme anxiety and the 
scene was hypnotic, as everyone expected something 
drastic to happen.

Each onlooker fantasized that the movie was exactly like 
one where a primitive tribe sacrificed some virgin to 
their Gods. They stared at Marie Kelly's nakedness, as 
she struggled to get free, and realized she was in dire 
trouble. It was apparent that the woman suspected some 
African ritual was about to be performed and she was the 
one to be sacrificed by the tribe. Her feet were bound 
to the end of the platform, which greatly limited any 
struggles.

Marie Kelly's pretty face was marked with anguish and 
her eyes were opened so wide they seemed horrified. It 
all seemed so primitive and dramatic, but the scenes 
excited and built a secret desire inside each movie 
viewer. Each woman could sense and feel Marie Kelly's 
helplessness and panic; yet they did not want it to 
stop. The women fantasized about it happening to each of 
them even though they didn't want to really experience 
the drastic turmoil.

The manager could see the extreme anxiety written on 
Marie Kelly's pretty face. He felt a pang of guilt for 
wanting to watch the sacrifice of the sexy actress, but 
his eyes remained riveted to the most erotic scenes. 
Then he noticed how the one man, who was much older, 
kept raising Marie Kelly's head off the wooden plank so 
he could pour something down her throat. Strangely it 
seemed that after many such actions, the woman's 
struggles appeared to lessen.

The manager got even more amazed, as time passed. 
Whenever the older man brought the cup to the Marie 
Kelly's lips, she gulped the juice down as if she 
experienced a desert thirst. "That must be some powerful 
drink. It's like before... during the gangbang. Look! 
She isn't struggling anymore. In fact... I think she 
wants him to do it... touch her," the manager whispered, 
too afraid to blink for fear of missing something.

All of a sudden the older man's dark face was right next 
to Marie Kelly's face. Then his tongue licked her cheek 
and even toyed with her ear, as his lips moved in a 
talking fashion. There was no sound over the speakers, 
but it was quite obvious the man was speaking. His lips 
moved and then the manager noticed how Marie Kelly's 
body seemed to comply with some silent command. Her legs 
opened and spread at the knees to reveal a treasure that 
was almost concealed by darkness.

Suddenly the actress struggled to open her legs wider, 
which seemed hard because of her feet being shackled. 
The older man put his hand on Marie Kelly's upraised 
pelvis and then the movie was filled with sound. Mosi 
operated the camera with the skill of a director and he 
ensured a perfect production, which would require very 
little editing. He used a wide-angle and then slowly 
zoomed in on the most alluring body while the microphone 
caught all of the sounds.

The voice was that of a woman begging and pleading with 
someone. "Oh gawd... touch me. Touch my cunt... you 
bastard. Oh gawd... I need your fingers... now!"

Zuberi had all of his actions fully scripted by Sarge. 
He whispered in Marie Kelly's ear again. "You like horny 
goat weed? It used in tribe for centuries... make women 
horny," he said. "You drink lots... lots of goat weed 
and other ancient, African medicine. Not remember today. 
Head get dizzy... not remember what happen."

Zuberi kept his lips next to her face using his tongue 
to send shivers all through her naked torso. "We put 
tattoo on tit. Then all know you tribal slut," he 
whispered. "Not like last white woman. She goddess for 
young warriors... get butterfly to show great esteem."

Then Zuberi grabbed a handful of her hair and held her 
head absolutely still. His dark, unyielding eyes glared 
at her. "You not goddess... you for boys. Boys of tribe 
put cocks in belly and give you black prince," he 
hissed. "Tell Zuberi what you want... how you want 
tattoo... how you want cocks."

There was more whispering by the man and then Marie 
Kelly's voice sounded again. "Yes... oh yes. Do it to 
me. Put a tattoo on my tit. You promised... now put it 
on my tit," she whimpered with excitement evident in her 
quivering voice.

All of a sudden a tall, dark man appeared and his hands 
were filled with instruments. All eyes opened with shear 
horror, as the man began the dramatic scarification on 
the unblemished actress. The man cupped and even seemed 
to fondle Marie Kelly's left breast before he got down 
to business. There was hardly any blood when he carved 
lines into the white flesh, which quickly turned flushed 
and reddish. He seemed to put black pigment into the 
cuts and soon the cuts turned into dark, raised welts, 
which took an interlocking diamond shape.

Suddenly the manager was totally distressed. This could 
ruin the actress and he would be out of work. Then he 
thought about Marie Kelly having a strange African 
tattoo. The drawing was placed near the top of Marie 
Kelly's boob and luckily for the actress, the symbols 
were kept reasonably small. The tattoo would likely poke 
out from a bra but that would merely give the tattoo a 
more alluring appearance, he reasoned.

It did not take long for the man to engrave the tattoo 
into Marie Kelly's flesh. When he was finished, the 
movie viewers watched the woman being untied by numerous 
boys. Then all of the young boys of the tribe escorted 
the dazed woman from the ceremonial ritual into what 
appeared to be a communal abode. The cameraman was very 
adept at keeping the lens focused on the luscious body 
of the naked actress. The recorded evidence depicted a 
couple of boys with their strong arms around the woman, 
as they managed to keep her upright, and on her wobbly 
legs.

Suddenly the group entered a bedroom and the woman was 
literally tossed onto an unmade bed. She landed prone 
with her arms under her body to protect herself, which 
gave the many boys the opportunity to surround Marie 
Kelly. The sedative was still prominent in Marie Kelly's 
system so luckily she experienced no pain or torture, as 
the boys mishandle her body. Only the camera caught the 
action and the actress was completely unaware of what 
was in store for her.

One of the strongest boys flipped her onto her back and 
it started a gangbang, which would last all night. After 
watching Marie Kelly get fucked by two African 
teenagers, one of the onlookers decided to fast forward 
the movie to skip any more degradation of the actress. 
The viewers had already witnessed the virile boys 
ravaging the actress during the first gangbang and they 
wanted to see what else was in the movie.

Probably the most amazing detail of it all was the 
captive experiencing humiliating orgasms. The onlookers 
reasoned it had to do with the amount of mysterious 
drink forced upon Marie Kelly. Every so often, one of 
the boys replenished the cup of African sedative and 
ensured most of it was forced down the woman's throat. 
Even by fast forwarding the DVD and catching only clips 
of many sordid affairs, the viewers noticed numerous 
climaxes rocking the sexy body, which was completely 
soaked with sweat.

Part way through the night of African seduction, the DVD 
was returned into the proper play speed because the 
viewers wanted to watch a spectacular cock-sucking 
scene. Marie Kelly's eyes were glazed and appeared 
awestruck. Her small hands were wrapped around the 
longest, black penis, which was an inch in front of her 
blushing face. Her fingers looked tiny around the thick 
tool and they moved back and forth bringing much joy to 
a teenage boy. Suddenly her mouth gulped the head of the 
boy's cock and Marie Kelly kept the knob inside her 
burning mouth.

Her head bobbed back and forth on the enlarged knob, as 
the boy thrust his hips madly trying to ram his cock 
down her throat. One of the women viewers actually 
moaned with extreme pleasure when the thick, white cream 
leaked from the corners of Marie Kelly's mouth. The boy 
ejected so much cum that it was impossible for the 
actress to swallow it fast enough, but the leaking cum 
merely added to the lustful drama.

Much to the dismay of the viewers, Marie Kelly sucked 
the elongated pecker until she was forced backwards onto 
her back once again. Another lust-ridden boy jumped into 
the saddle and had his cock deep inside Marie Kelly 
before she had time to stop him. No one knew how long he 
rode her, as the DVD was put into fast forward again. 
The distorted scenes didn't stop until the person 
controlling the speed noticed the sunrise in the movie.

The movie returned to play mode and sound came from the 
speakers. "Oh my gawd... what have I done?" The scene 
showed a crying Marie Kelly sitting up on a messy bed 
with many naked African boys around her. One of the 
viewers counted five and each boy was distinctly 
appealing for any highlight reel. The actress looked at 
each boy assuming they had all sexually molested her.

Before she could stop one of the boys, he forced her to 
drink from an overflowing cup. Not wanting to spill or 
for the drink to run all over her body, she gulped as 
fast as she could. All of a sudden she wiped some of the 
spilled drink off her chest and noticed that something 
was dreadfully wrong. Her dainty fingers lingered on the 
left side of her chest and near the top portion of her 
boob. She traced over the dark outline of the newly 
engraved scar only to cry even louder.

There was a terrible pounding at her temples but that 
seemed to subside when she drank more of the liquid. 
Marie Kelly had no idea that it was the African nectar 
that caused her to obey every voodoo demand put in her 
head by Mosi and Zuberi's tribe.

The two women sat in front of the screen wondering what 
they would do if put in the same situation. They watched 
a suddenly tipsy woman sitting up straight, as she 
wavered back and forth. Then a boy tilted her head back 
and made her drink more. Her head was still tipped back 
when the boy kissed her on the lips. Marie Kelly put her 
arms behind her to steady herself, which allowed another 
boy freedom to molest her. Black hands covered her 
smooth, white boobs and the two women viewers and 
manager cringed when the strong fingers squeezed the 
standing nipples.

The kiss lingered and the actress struggled to remain in 
a seated position. All of a sudden the viewers noticed 
what was in store next. A mere boy with an already man-
sized cock hovered next to Marie Kelly fully intending 
on making her his African playtoy. He slapped her arm, 
her chest, and her belly with his enlarged pecker until 
he was ready. Then he pushed on her chest and Marie 
Kelly slowly sank backwards onto her back.

Her arms sort of bent and fell away, allowing the boy to 
put Marie Kelly into the desired position. He instantly 
jumped on top of her torso, falling between her legs, 
which had been pulled apart by two enthusiastic 
compatriots. Moments earlier Marie Kelly felt the power 
and strength to fight, but suddenly the urge was gone.

The actress's manager and assistants couldn't take 
anymore of the dire humiliation of their trusted boss by 
the boys of the African tribe. Someone hit the 'Stop' 
button and everything was silent for the longest time.

***

Sarge's arrangements were precise right down to the 
smallest detail. All of his men knew what to do and 
where to go, ensuring the success of his latest clever 
scheme. Kidnapping the American actress was the 
shrewdest plan and he relished having another refined, 
white woman under his control. His plans for Marie Kelly 
were entirely different than those for Michelle. He 
planned to humiliate the actress to the nth degree while 
he held Michelle in the highest esteem.

Sarge remembered the way Marie Kelly acted when coming 
into the airport. The actress was uppity and conveyed an 
attitude of superiority. Sarge liked nothing more than 
to crush such people and show them just what can happen 
when a man with real power entered their world.

Suddenly it was time for him to play his trump card. He 
went to the hotel specifically to advise Marie Kelly's 
staff members that he had good news. The three were 
distraught and didn't know what to do before Sarge 
arrived. They desperately wanted to rescue Marie Kelly, 
but thought that any intervention on their part would 
only jeopardize the safety of the actress. It had been a 
week since the kidnapping and the three grew more 
anxious with each passing day.

Sarge entered the hotel room and he sensed their 
complete cooperation. "I have good news. My men have 
found Marie Kelly. I am leaving immediately... to 
negotiate with the rebels and bring her back," he said 
holding their undivided attention. "My men assure me 
that she is unharmed... although she may have been 
sexually abused."

He watched their excited faces knowing they believed 
him. "The rebels know me... and my men," he said. 
"Apparently they demand the release of two of their men 
who are in jail. They kidnapped Marie Kelly demanding 
money... really want the release of the two from jail."

Sarge was happy to see the relief on the three faces. "I 
have already assured the rebels that their men will be 
released. They know I am a man of my word. We have set 
up a rendezvous," Sarge said. "We meet... negotiate... 
then in a couple of days we make exchange to free Marie 
Kelly."

Nothing seemed strange about Sarge's arrangement and 
Marie Kelly's staff readily gave their appreciation to 
the security officer. "Don't worry. They not dare harm 
any hostage... especially one who is internationally 
famous. They know army not rest until they all in jail 
if they harm Marie Kelly."

The manager decided he should mention the movie. 
"They... the rebels sent us a DVD. A movie of Marie 
Kelly with many men," he said rushing over to the DVD 
player to retrieve the evidence. "They warned us not to 
tell anyone... but you should know. They did molest 
innocent Marie... God, she must be going through Hell."

Sarge grinned knowing he had everything under control. 
He took the disk from the manager and told them he would 
return in a few hours. Again he reassured the group not 
to worry because he would make all the necessary 
arrangements to free the actress from the unscrupulous 
rebels.

***

Sarge went over all the details one more time before 
setting out for the intended rendezvous. The exchange of 
Marie Kelly for two fake rebels would take place in an 
isolated site in the middle of nowhere. There would be 
no witnesses to see that all of the participants were 
members of Sarge's security force. Although Marie 
Kelly's memory would still be clouded by the copious 
quantity of drugs, Sarge reasoned it was safer making 
the switch away from the quaint village.

Mosi along with two guards were dressed in the original 
rebel garb again and he drove a jeep to the meeting 
spot, arriving right on time. From her vantage point in 
the back of the dusty jeep, Marie Kelly noticed two 
black, Chevy SUV's parked waiting for them to arrive. 
She had been told about the hostage exchange and that 
she would be freed at long last. She tried to think of 
how long it had been since the fateful kidnapping, but 
her mind had a hard time focusing on any precise 
details.

The actress was convinced that everything was for real. 
Sarge's intimate planning would ensure Marie Kelly would 
always think everything was legitimate. Mosi parked the 
jeep about 20 to 30 feet away from Sarge's vehicles and 
then he let the dust settle. He delayed his meeting with 
Sarge in an effort to make the actress suffer, and then 
he slowly walked towards his boss. The two men talked to 
each other pretending to make final arrangements before 
both men made gestures towards their own men.

From her vantage point in the back of the jeep, Marie 
Kelly was convinced the exchange was for real. Suddenly 
the two guards sitting with her in the jeep motioned for 
her to start walking across the barren wasteland to one 
of the black SUV's. Marie Kelly noticed two scruffily 
dressed men with their hands handcuffed behind their 
backs get out of the second SUV. When they started 
walking in her direction, she deliberately tried to 
avoid the men.

Marie Kelly almost started running towards Sarge who was 
holding out an inviting hand. "You are free. I take you 
to city... to safety with your people," he told the 
sobbing actress.

She fell into his strong arms overly grateful for being 
rescued. Sarge patted her on the back trying to reassure 
her that everything was okay. "It over. They not hurt 
you now. Your people are worried about you."

Sarge's hand caressed Marie Kelly's back and he could 
feel the lack of any bra, which had been destroyed long 
ago. He imagined the devious tattoo adorning her 
luscious breast and wondered how she was going to 
explain such a radical marking on her beautiful body. 
Then they broke the embrace and slowly moved towards 
Sarge's vehicle.

Once inside the comfortable SUV, Marie Kelly slumped 
into the soft backseat. "Thank Gawd. I thought I was 
going to be seriously hurt... thought I would die," she 
said. "Get me back to the hotel. I need a shower so 
bad... I can hardly wait."

Marie Kelly was determined to inform the media about her 
traumatic kidnapping. "I can hardly wait to inform every 
news reporter about those rebels," she said with her 
voice shaking in sudden anger. "I hope you're going to 
get them... and throw their goddamn ass's in jail?"

Sarge grinned and explained the difference between 
justice in his African country and America. He told the 
actress that her revenge would not serve a useful 
purpose because the rebels were not afraid of any 
Western backlash. He explained that she should 
reconsider the repercussions of exposing the rebels, as 
the likelihood of them blackmailing her was great.

Then he cited a past example when the supposed rebels 
kidnapped a white female, aide worker. He told her that 
the rebels made a movie of the kidnapping and used it to 
blackmail the hostage. It was a movie of the woman being 
ravaged by numerous black men and it was not something 
any woman wanted out in public.

Suddenly Sarge pulled a DVD out of his pocket and he 
handed it to the actress. "Your manager gave this to me. 
He received it from the rebels and said it showed you 
naked... with many black men," he whispered. "I have not 
seen it... but I assume it is similar to the kidnapping 
of the aide worker. What would your fans think if they 
saw an interracial, porno movie with you as the star?"

His remarks made her jaw drop with utter horror. She 
stared at the shiny disk trying desperately to think of 
a way out. Her fingers shook violently while holding the 
DVD and the rising dilemma seemed too overwhelming. The 
remainder of the thirty-minute trip back to the city was 
extremely quiet. All of a sudden the possibility that 
nothing would happen to the rebels seemed too real.

Marie Kelly's change of mind to keep the illegal 
kidnapping out of any international media was the only 
thing she could do. If any porno movie were released, it 
would surely ruin her reputation and likely her entire 
future, she assumed. The only thing she could do now was 
to give some sort of explanation for the missing days in 
captivity.

Sarge drove her straight to the hotel and Marie Kelly's 
manager met them. The reunion was stoic and Sarge dearly 
wanted to stir the pot. "I gave her the DVD... the 
movie. I think she understands... not to let the 
kidnapping ordeal get out to the media," Sarge said to 
the manager. 

All Marie Kelly wanted to do was get into a hot shower 
and relax. Her manager looked at the misused actress 
trying to imagine all that she had gone through. "You 
can't tell the world about the kidnapping. You can't say 
anything... anything or they will release the sordid 
movie of your abduction," the manager said with his 
voice steady. "Holy shit baby... that movie shows you 
fucking every black, African teenager in the country."

Marie Kelly was utterly stunned by his revelation. She 
reasoned that the bastards wanted to drug a famous white 
woman and then fuck her brains out... without any 
repercussions. Of course her manager was right, she 
assumed, as he merely reiterated what Sarge had already 
told her. She couldn't reveal what happened to her, as 
it would surely ruin everything she had worked so hard 
for. Her untarnished reputation would be ruined and her 
days as an actress would likely be over.

***

It seemed to the world that the African city was back to 
normal. The election was over and the international 
observer was in Geneva handing in his favorable report. 
Sarge had cunningly sent Rodney away for one week, but 
not his wife. Michelle was staying at his home and would 
stay there until her husband returned. 

The week started out uneventful. That all changed 
midweek when Michelle woke up feeling sort of ill and it 
wasn't an hour after getting up that she got sick. Zelda 
noticed that her guest was not feeling well and informed 
Sarge. He immediately made arrangements for his family 
doctor to visit. Sarge was very excited that his plans 
were coming to fruition, but he decided to accomplish 
two goals at the same time.

Sarge made arrangements for two medical exams. Marie 
Kelly and her entourage were flying home yet there was 
still time to schedule a medical appointment. He easily 
convinced her that the onus was on him to ensure she was 
physically fit after the harrowing encounter with the 
rebels. Plus, he voiced his concern about the tattoo 
being properly sterilized. Marie Kelly thought the hotel 
was a strange place for a medical exam, but she reasoned 
that they did things differently in Africa. Her mind was 
so distraught that she didn't notice the fact Sarge 
somehow knew about her getting tattooed.

Sarge used the premise that the doctor had appointments 
with many international visitors. The deluxe hotel suite 
used for the occasion was setup to make everything 
appear proper and Michelle and Marie Kelly didn't think 
anything was amiss. Both beautiful women sat in a small 
waiting area waiting to see the doctor who was very 
familiar with Sarge's unscrupulous plans. The exams were 
complete physicals, but Sarge's sole purpose for them 
was pregnancy tests. That included urine and blood 
analysis's, as such early tests sometimes proved 
difficult so soon after conception.

Marie Kelly was first to be examined and she was very 
impressed by the doctor's professional demeanor. He did 
a quick physical and then thoroughly checked the newly 
scared symbol on her chest. The doctor made sure it was 
sanitized and gave her sterilizing ointment to keep the 
tattoo from getting infected.

Then he performed a quick urine pregnancy test, but also 
took a blood sample to get a more positive result. The 
swift, urine test was all that was required and Marie 
Kelly was horrified by the results. The doctor held up 
the test paper and it definitely showed a positive 
indication, which sent shivers of disbelief through the 
unmarried actress.

A dazed and shocked actress exited the room. Marie Kelly 
walked out of the room and the doctor beckoned for his 
next patient, as he spoke to Sarge in their native 
language. "She okay. Tattoo is nice and clean. I give 
her suave to keep clean. I have no way to tell if she 
pregnant before coming on safari... or she get pregnant 
here."

Marie Kelly listened to the strange language, feeling 
sicker by the minute. The startling news sent shivers of 
excitement through everyone's tummy but for entirely 
different reasons. Marie Kelly cringed when the doctor's 
information put the biggest smile on Sarge's rugged 
face. Then she was vaguely aware of the tall, dark-
haired lady who walked past her to meet the doctor, as 
one thing stood out. The white woman was dressed in a 
brightly colored dress, which was the same as many of 
the local women, and she was very elegant.

The door shut behind Michelle and it left the actress 
all alone with Sarge. All of a sudden Marie Kelly's 
manager and assistants barged into the room wanting to 
know if everything was okay. The actress could not work 
up enough courage to reveal the drastic news and she 
merely nodded to indicate that the examination had gone 
well.

Her manager was concerned and thought the actress looked 
upset. "You've been through a lot... probably need a 
long, long rest," he whispered, taking her arm in a 
caring fashion. "The plane leaves in a little over two 
hours. We should get going. We have everything packed... 
ready to go to the airport."

Sarge listened and quickly offered assistance, but he 
wanted to punish the beautiful actress one more time. 
"What's done is done. It was my pleasure to meet you... 
hopefully you will feel like visiting us again," he 
said. "I'll take you to the airport in one of my cars. 
Here! I took the liberty of picking up your boarding 
passes."

Marie Kelly was the most surprised woman when Sarge 
innocently handed her the passes. She glanced at the 
four boarding passes and noticed something else. There 
was a plane ticket and a plastic DVD case. Then she 
looked at the DVD and noticed a neatly written note. 'An 
African Holiday,' staring Marie Kelly.' The actress read 
the label and her eyes filled with tears.

Sarge leaned close to her so nobody else could hear. 
"People don't have to know. You can visit our country... 
stay in our quaint city until the baby is born," he 
whispered. "Nobody has to know!"

Marie Kelly clutched the items and quickly put them in a 
bag slung over her shoulder. She handed the boarding 
passes around but didn't say anything for fear of 
crying. Suddenly there were guards all around offering 
assistance to the group for the trip to the airport. 
Sarge gave quick, precise orders to his men and then he 
ushered the timorous Marie Kelly out the door.

The trip to the airport was in two limousines. Sarge 
ensured Marie Kelly's cooperation, as he drove the 
actress, while the others rode in the second limo. "The 
movie... it shows everything. How you seduce many 
boys... have sex," he said. The actress shuddered and 
wondered if her world would ever be the same. "Just tell 
everyone that you were on a safari... had a wonderful 
time."

When they were almost at the airport, he continued. "Use 
the ticket... come whenever you want. Come before baby 
starts to show... then no one has to know," he 
whispered. "Your secret is safe with me... as long as 
you cooperate!"

He glanced at the actress to make sure she understood. 
"We can tell everyone that you adopt baby... trying to 
save one more from poverty," he said. "That is only way 
to save reputation. Also... other woman who saw 
doctor... she pregnant as well."

Sarge's smile was one that sent a shiver up her spine. 
"Watch movie... you great actress. You know only way to 
keep movie secret," he said with a smug grin. "Nobody 
believe you if you tell media... or police. Nobody 
believe you drugged or forced when they see movie."

Suddenly Sarge waved a DVD of his own in her face and 
Marie Kelly knew the man controlled her destiny. The 
rest of the drive was quiet and the entourage arrived at 
the airport in a rush to get out of the country. 
Everyone went through security in mere minutes and 
boarded the plane much to the relief of Marie Kelly, her 
manager and two assistances.

The actress glanced across the tarmac, just as she 
entered the plane, to see a confident security officer 
standing at the terminal doors. Marie Kelly reluctantly 
presumed that the man was right. The only way to hide 
her embarrassment was to return before anyone was aware 
of her empowering situation. All of a sudden, Marie 
Kelly realized that she was 32 years old and pregnant 
for the first time.

***

Michelle knew what the test was all about. Her heart 
beat at such a tremendous rate that it was hard for her 
to breath. She watched the doctor test the paper in the 
vial containing her sample and her heart stopped 
instantly when he held out the discolored paper. Without 
thinking, her hand went to her stomach feeling it heave 
in and out from the earth-shattering news. Michelle was 
unable to say anything and acted petrified when the 
doctor ushered her out of the room.

The first person she saw when she exited the doctor's 
exam was Sarge. He had rushed back from the airport 
expecting great news. There was a knowing wink between 
the two men and then Sarge smiled warmly at her. 
"Come... come, I'll take you home. You must tell Kato... 
he be very happy," Sarge whispered, taking her arm in a 
protective manner.

Michelle could not remember feeling more guilty in her 
entire life. Every fiber of her common sense; every bit 
of logic told Michelle to be remorseful and repent, yet 
her deepest emotion was contentment. She assumed it was 
some mysterious womanly trait that being a mother was 
the most wonderful gift.

She would never forget the moment Sarge and her entered 
the foyer of his home. It was like everyone knew exactly 
what should happen next. Michelle glanced at all the 
happy faces and then she noticed Sarge's son. Kato 
slowly walked up to her and gently took her by the hand. 
It seemed the most natural thing in the world when she 
followed the boy out of the foyer to his private 
bedroom.

Not one word was said when the door closed and she stood 
riveted to the spot. Michelle stood with her arms down 
at her sides and Kato tenderly and slowly loosened her 
clothing. The boy let the garments drop to the floor in 
a heap and he admired Michelle's alluring nudity.

When she was completely naked, Michelle shivered in 
expectation. She was not disappointed, as Kato again 
took her hand, and led her to the bed. Kato turned to 
face her and then he pulled her into his lanky body, 
kissing her hard on the lips. Michelle did not resist 
when his tongue pushed between her lips and the kiss 
quickly turned into one of heat and passion.

Her actions were instinctive and controlled by desire 
for something she didn't understand. She felt her head 
spinning around and around and her legs got weak and 
shaky. Kato's strong arms held her upright and firmly 
against the front of his body. Michelle gasped and 
moaned when the boy's hard bulge pushed into her belly, 
as she imagined what was in store for her.

Michelle reasoned the devil made her do it, as her hands 
started ripping Kato's clothing off. In a matter of a 
scant minute, he was naked and renewing the kiss which 
was broken by the hurried stripping. The kiss lingered 
and soon her tongue was the instigator when it pushed 
between Kato's sharp teeth into his mouth.

She tried desperately not to think. Michelle fully 
realized that she was going to get fucked by the African 
boy, but she wanted the intercourse to be nonconsensual. 
Suddenly Kato put his hand over her pelvis and 
Michelle's heart raced out of control. He leaned on her 
and they fell backwards onto the bed without breaking 
the intense kiss.

Michelle landed with her legs open and spread wide 
enabling Kato to slip his narrow hips between her legs. 
The head of his raging cock pushed into her crotch, 
hitting her everywhere except the desired spot. She 
desperately moved her hips to and fro trying to 
encourage the boy and it made her shudder realizing she 
lusted for a mere teenager.

All of a sudden she felt her spirit being taken. There 
was the brightest explosion of stars in her head, which 
robbed her every emotion. It was the warmest and most 
tender feeling when the burning cock slipped into her 
honey-pit, inch by inch. Suddenly her breathing was so 
ragged and uneven that she struggled for enough air. She 
felt the beloved cock going deeper, deeper and all the 
way through her inner core.

Michelle thrust madly upwards at Kato trying to indicate 
her immense gratification. Then she spread her legs to 
the extreme and willingly surrendered her soul to the 
African lover.

Kato jerked out of control and he rammed his hips 
downwards with all of his strength. Suddenly Michelle 
was content and satisfied. His cock was inside of her 
most intimate being and her body shook with violent 
spasms. The sounds coming from the couple were nothing 
but animal noises and each reached the ultimate summit 
at the same time. She felt the hot lava filling her 
deepest regions and her volcanic womb turned Kato's 
stamina to quicksand.

Sarge stood outside his son's bedroom feeling a slight 
twinge of jealousy. He pictured the sexy, gorgeous 
Michelle and wondered if he had done the right thing? 
Maybe he should have kept the seductive woman for 
himself? But no, he deduced. Making such a sacrifice for 
his only son was a price he was willing to pay.

He leaned his back against the wall listening to the 
familiar sounds of lewd lovemaking. His mind filled with 
immense pride, thinking about how everything worked out 
even better than he imagined. Sarge was positive that 
his son was smitten by the seductive Michelle. Now that 
she was pregnant, she would be forced to remain in his 
country. Michelle would likely have family commitments 
in America that she would have to attend to, but then 
she could return before anyone knew she was pregnant, 
Sarge thought.

THE END

Please send me your comments and suggestion, as I 
appreciate feedback from readers. This chapter is 
devoted to one of my faithful readers who wanted me 
include a celebrity in the story. Of course the woman 
would not be anyone we know... just an actress that a 
reader can put anyone's name on.

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life 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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