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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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