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Michelle's Story - 6
by Dawn1958 (dawnharvey1958@hotmail.com)
***
Michelle's journey in Africa continues and this story
is all about her sexual adventures. (MF, FF-bi, nc,
intr, mast, oral, mc, orgy)
***
Author Note: Please email me with your comments or
suggestions, as I appreciate readers when they take
the time to email. This short story was written for a
special person and I hope these fantasies excite and
satisfy her.
I receive many requests from loyal readers to do
stories for them but it takes me weeks to do a story
properly. After receiving this request from Michelle,
I decided to try doing a real short story for her and
see if it comes off okay. See what you think. This
will be the final chapter and hopefully the ending
works.
***
Chapter 6
Sarge had never felt this way about another person,
especially a woman. In his world, men were considered
superior and women were almost treated like second-
class citizens. Suddenly he was smitten, so to speak,
by an American goddess. His views and practices were
abruptly modified and Sarge considered Susan not only
a ravishing woman, but also his equal. He rolled his
head to the side and glanced at his sleeping beauty.
Her face was etched with a continuous smile, which
radiated to everyone around her. Sarge's family
readily accepted Susan even though she was his
mistress and his wife didn't mind. It meant Zelda
received all the luxuries of living with a
politically, powerful man and she didn't have to
satisfy any of his radical demands. Sarge looked at
Susan and he felt more content than ever. "The doctor
said everything looked good. It must have happened
right away... the first time we made love," he
whispered. "Is there a chance...?"
Susan cut him off before he could finish the question.
"It is yours... without a doubt. My husband hasn't
touched me in weeks. We haven't had sex in weeks," she
responded. "The bastard is screwing his secretary, but
I don't care anymore."
His arm was around her and Sarge pulled Susan into his
waiting body. She rolled onto her side and the front
of her body came flush against Sarge's. Something
became very noticeable and paramount for both. Susan
felt the obvious hard prick push against her belly and
she quickly shifted her body upwards so that the end
of Sarge's cock grazed her pelvis.
One instant the long, hard cock rubbed against her
heated body and the next it was between her legs. The
flared head hit the tip of her slit and swiftly
slipped through the soaked crevice, as it raked her
tender clitoris. Her entire body jerked in reaction to
the deliberate caress and suddenly her breathing
stopped.
Susan felt the head slid backwards about an inch. The
meat hit her directly at the core and it slipped
inside before she could take a breath. She didn't dare
move, as she was in the most vulnerable position, and
fully realized that Sarge would take her. He kissed
her on the forehead and tenderly guided her head
beside his overheated cheek. "I want you... more than
anything in the world," he whispered in her ear.
Suddenly she could breathe. "Oh, dear gawd, you're
inside... deep inside of me," she moaned, trying to
regain her breathing. "Yes... dear gawd, yes!"
The bed was the biggest she'd ever been in. Sarge
wrapped his arms around her torso and rolled onto his
back. She remained glued to his body and the only
thing that changed was the way Sarge's hips moved. He
thrust his powerful hips at her and made sure his
ramrod was buried to the hilt at the peak of every
thrust. Then he rolled onto his side and held onto
Susan as he constantly jerked his hips back and forth.
Sarge rolled again and this time Susan found herself
on the bottom. He showed no mercy and no mercy was
asked for by the woman who suddenly had no stamina.
Her sanity had long since departed and Susan glared up
into Sarge's dark, demanding eyes when she felt the
end approaching. There was something wrong with her
hips, as they thrashed wildly from side to side on the
firm mattress, and she abruptly lost control.
Every time Susan shifted to the right, Sarge drove
downwards with a dire passion, driving her ass into
the bed. She rebounded and so did Sarge. Susan
deviously tried moving to the left but Sarge was out
of control by this time. He drove downwards with all
of his might and again her ass sank into the bed, only
to slam back up at the madman. The damn burst and
Susan raced towards the finish with her heart racing
and her breathing ragged and sporadic.
Just as she managed to regain a measure of control,
Susan sensed Sarge's telltale sign of ejaculation. His
hips jerked wildly and the burning lava filled her
delicate womanhood yet she welcomed the man's climax.
Her arms were around his thick torso and each time
Sarge thrust downward she thrust up to meet his
desperate lunge. Her orgasm was nonstop and to her
dismay Sarge took forever to empty his vast sperm
bank.
His body was covered with sweat. Sarge gently rolled
off his white goddess and enabled her to breath easily
again, as he hugged her against his exhausted body.
Strangely his show of compassion was something Susan
wasn't used to and it made her feel loved and
cherished. "We visit village often... every week. You
see your sister every week and make sure she alright,"
Sarge said.
"Thank you. I promised Marie that I would be there for
her... look after her," Susan said. "It won't be easy
for her in a foreign country, but I'm sure your family
will make her feel at home."
"You not worry. Doctor will stay in village entire
time and he be there for your sister and Michelle. He
good doctor."
***
Months past. Michelle lived with Thema and Baako in
the African village and she hardly got to see her
husband. Rodney was forced to leave the country right
after he found out that Michelle was pregnant, as his
job required him to travel from one country to
another. He managed a visit back to Sarge's country
about once a month and each time he longed to stay
with Michelle until the baby was born. He had no idea
of the living arrangements in the village, as Michelle
stayed with him in one of Zuberi's homes during each
visit, and she didn't volunteer any incriminating
information.
It was during his last visit before the baby was born
when Rodney got suspicious. He was riding back to the
city with Sarge when the man revealed his devious
plan. "Baby born soon. Michelle have baby very soon.
She stay in village for a while... for some time," he
informed Rodney. "Baby have good care and be raised in
true African tradition."
Rodney was utterly dumbfounded. "Michelle will want to
go home. She'll want to go home with the baby... very
soon after," he said.
The devious Sarge planted the seeds of doubt and they
stayed with Rodney. Weeks past. Kato showed up in the
village whenever Rodney wasn't around and often stayed
with Michelle for days at a time. At first she was
reluctant to sleep with Kato, but it didn't take long
for the overly friendly and personable teenager to win
her over. It seemed that Michelle was one of those
women who craved sex, as her pregnancy advanced, and
the horny teenager satisfied her sexual needs even
with her belly growing with child.
One bright sunny day Kato showed up in the village and
went immediately to see Michelle. He heard crying when
he approached the hut and quickened his pace, as he
wanted to see the baby. Both Michelle and Thema were
holding their babies, but it was Michelle who caught
Kato's attention. The woman looked totally ravishing,
as the sun was coming through a window giving Michelle
the appearance of having a halo all around her body.
It was that moment the young African decided he wanted
the white goddess to stay in his country.
There wasn't anything Sarge wouldn't do for his only
son. Once he heard that Kato wanted Michelle to live
with them, he schemed until coming up with the perfect
plan. It was not only a very shrewd plan; it was one
which had Michelle remaining in the country while
humiliating her husband to the nth degree. Rodney had
been away for a couple of months completing the last
of his duties for the international committee in
Geneva. When he returned, he was surprised by Sarge's
willingness to make him happy.
Sarge's manipulation was unscrupulous. Michelle moved
into his home after her baby was born and Sarge
allowed Rodney to stay with her whenever he was back
in the country. According to his devious plan, Sarge
didn't want the husband to suspect anything. Sarge
also graciously accepted Marie Kelly into his abode,
as a deliberate gesture to make Susan happy. It was
the only way Marie would stay in the country until her
sister's baby was born so Sarge willingly moved the
two new mothers into his home in the city.
A few months later Susan had her baby and it was one
of the happiest moments of Sarge's life. He wouldn't
let Susan or the baby out his sight and if he did it
was only when he went to work. Sarge was constantly
dreaming of ways to either keep control or get
control. He eventually had the foresight to arrange a
celebration for the new mothers, but mainly he wanted
to give his son a special reward. If Kato wanted the
goddess and relished Michelle having another baby with
him, Sarge was prepared to do whatever it took to keep
the woman in the country.
Sarge invited a few guests and along with his entire
family they celebrated the birth of Michelle's baby by
christening him into their African tribe. Much to
Rodney and Michelle's amazement, the baby was given a
ceremonial African name along with the names they had
given him. Zuberi, Thema and Nia carried out the
African rituals to perfection, which made Sarge very
happy.
The festivities happened in Sarge's large family room
and one minute the room was full of people and the
next only four remained. It wasn't hard for Sarge to
arrange for Susan, Marie Kelly and his wife and
daughters to go back to the village with Thema and
Nia. The other guests were ushered out leaving Sarge
and Kato sitting at a table with Michelle and Rodney.
Before the couple had a chance to protest or complain,
the elder statesman coaxed them into having a
nightcap, a relaxing massage and a soak in his big hot
tub.
Rodney and Michelle had already consumed too much, but
it was way too late for the couple to realize they had
been drugged. Sarge led the way up the prominent
staircase to the majestic bedroom and everyone was
seated at a small table in no time. The table was
about ten feet from the large hot tub and tiled
bathroom area, which contained a massage table
surrounded by two servants dressed in customary
African garb.
The couple readily drank from the large glasses given
to them, which quickly added to their ultimate
downfall. One of Sarge's skilled servants motioned for
Michelle, telling her that it was time for a relaxing
massage. The combination of paralyzing drinks and
quiet surreal setting had a serious effect on both her
and Rodney. The secret drugs robbed their ability of
muscle control, but not the ability for their eyes to
convey messages to the brain.
Rodney's head spun like crazy, but he wasn't too drunk
to know what was happening. He watched his wife who
couldn't walk on her own being led across the dimly
lit room by Kato and one of the massage girls. Kato
and the girl easily got Michelle into a prone position
on top of the massage table and then the boy went to
the hot tub. Rodney's eyes almost popped out of his
head when Kato swiftly undressed and stood beside the
tub. Nude and proud, the young man displayed his
growing hard-on before he slowly stepped into the
steamy water.
Rodney ripped his stare from Kato and focused on the
real gem. The two determined female servants had
already stripped Michelle's clothes and left her naked
on the massage table. One of the women poured a vast
amount of oil over Michelle's back while the other
women massaged the radiant white flesh. Sarge's
servants deviously seduced the sultry white woman.
Michelle was on her stomach and one woman massaged her
upper torso while the other concentrated on the lower
extremities.
The scene was powerful and riveting. Michelle's arms
were outstretched and fully extended above her head.
The sides of her breasts were exposed and the glossy
oil covered her everywhere. Her legs were slightly
spread and one sly woman often ran her fingers along
the insides of Michelle's velvety thighs. Each time
the woman's fingers grazed the vaguely exposed crotch,
a low moan of distress sounded from the sedated
victim.
The seductive scene mesmerized Rodney. All of a sudden
the two women rolled Michelle over. In a flash one
woman squeezed warm, runny oil all over the front of
Michelle's nudity and the other woman started rubbing
it into the white flesh. Rodney's eyes grew bigger
when the one woman focused on the two overly developed
boobs. She used both hands to squeeze Michelle's tits.
Each time she circled the base of a titty, the woman
slowly milked her fingers up to the end until only the
elongated nipple was between the skilled fingertips.
The breast massage was spellbinding yet it didn't
rival the next massage. Rodney noted how his wife's
legs were spread and that her entire crotch was
exposed to the African woman. He watched the oil
spread and cover the area and then the sly woman
performed magic. Her hands rotated so fast they were a
blur. Each time they circled the upraised pelvis, one
or two fingers dipped into the puffy labia. It was
very obvious to the three men who were totally focused
on the seduction that the victim was aroused.
Rodney was utterly amazed. He watched the expert
massage of his wife's tits and noticed how both
nipples were fully erect. The woman used fleeting
pinching and squeezing to keep the buds hard and she
constantly massaged each boob, which was covered with
the abundance of oil. The breast massage was something
Rodney had not witnessed before; yet it was the lower
massage that soon captured his full attention. He
noted how the woman poured oil over Michelle's pelvis
and how the trail of liquid fire ran through the open
crevice between the spread thighs.
It was when Rodney spotted the protruding clitoris
that he thought something terrible might happen. Every
few seconds the woman spread the swollen oil-covered
labia apart to expose the tender gem and then she
flicked the clitty with her fingers. The woman never
lingered and only caressed the clitty enough to keep
Michelle on the highest plateau of lust. Rodney knew
his wife and how she reacted to stimulation. Her body
flinched and twitched with each nipple and clitoris
seduction, but the devious women were too shrewd to go
too far.
Rodney was oblivious to the fact the women drugged
Michelle. First one and then the other woman sat
Michelle up long enough for her to consume a few gulps
of African potion and then the sexual massage
continued. The only thing he perceived was how her
body reacted to the constant molesting of her
vulnerable clitty, as the skilled fingers kept it
exposed and swollen.
It was as if he watched someone else and not his wife.
Rodney actually prayed that the seduction would be
successful and that the two women would make the white
woman suffer an untimely orgasm. Just when he expected
a climax, the two women swiftly roused the white woman
to her feet. They obediently led Michelle across the
floor to the side of the tub. Her head sort of rolled
around on her shoulders and the overly sedated woman
even had a worried smile on her pretty face.
The following scenes would forever linger in Rodney's
drunken mind. Kato stood up and his impressive length
of steel stood straight out from his slender hips. He
slowly guided the wobbly woman into the hot water and
helped her sit down beside him. Kato sat with his
wide, muscular back in the direction of the two
onlookers and Rodney couldn't see the look on the
young man's face. Kato put his left arm around
Michelle's neck holding her tucked into his body. In
no time the teenager grew impatient. He forced
Michelle to stand and then he rotated the woman around
in front of him.
Rodney and Sarge watched in silence. Michelle's body
was still coated with oil and the water barely beaded
on her skin. Both men noted the sultry woman stand in
front of Kato and her eyes were fully glazed, as if
she was in a trance. The contrasting bodies added
immensely to the erotic scene and neither Sarge or
Rodney could refute the beauty and sexy appearance of
the white woman. Merely sitting across the room and
witnessing the sexual seductions unfold was
enthralling.
Rodney kept drinking not realizing it was putting him
completely under the spell of African weed. Even if he
wanted to stand up and walk over to the tub, it would
have been impossible. Michelle stood in front of the
young African and remained motionless for a few
seconds. Rodney locked eyes on his wife and he noted
her sedated and drugged state, as she passively stood
before the young black man.
The role-playing ensued and Rodney was puzzled by the
notion of something dreadful happening, but it
wouldn't hit him until much later. Sarge leaned over
the table and planted a dire seed. "She his woman.
Kato now have sex with your wife... make her his
woman."
"Da... da, what?" Rodney simply stared at the two
naked bodies.
"Tonight she his. Your wife belong to Kato and she
want to be his woman," Sarge whispered. "She stay with
him!"
Michelle's head sort of rolled around and around on
her shoulders indicating she was completely lost and
drugged. Rodney noticed her eyes open wider and he
caught the way she shifted forward, but not the way
her legs spread to go around Kato's hips. Suddenly her
mouth opened and Rodney heard loud, raspy sounds
escape her throat. He noticed her torso sink lower
into the water and then another desperate gasp
sounded.
Suddenly the young man engulfed a nipple with his
hungry mouth and the woman let out a dire moan. Then
he shifted from one erect bud to the other leaving
both covered with plenty of saliva. The scene actually
looked comical when Kato appeared to slap the nipples
around with his stiff tongue.
Without warning the woman climaxed. Her body started
thrashing and jerking back and forth when a premature
orgasm exploded in her belly. Kato was smart enough to
realize the preceding massage and seduction had robbed
Michelle's stamina and he quickly thrust his fingers
into the raging furnace. He instantly found the
throbbing clitty and rolled it around as vigorously as
possible in the small expanse between Michelle's legs.
He yanked the clitoris from the puffy shelter and
squeezed it with his fingertips until her hips
eventually quieted.
Rodney assumed it was over, but only chapter one of a
complex saga was complete. Abruptly Kato stood up and
it was very apparent what he demanded. Merely by sign
language and simple motions the teenager got the
obedient woman onto her knees while he sat on the edge
of the hot tub. With his erection pointed proudly in
the air, he guided Michelle's head to his lap. The
ensuing cock sucking was impressive as well as
skillful.
Rodney visualized the mystic woman sucking the stellar
African cock. Suddenly her mouth opened wider and Kato
held onto Michelle's hair ensuring her mouth engulfed
more of his cock. He rammed his cock into her throat
until her eyes bulged and her chest heaved as she
fought for air. Rodney witnessed animal lust. Kato
forced Michelle to swallow most of his cum before he
quickly pulled his cock out of her mouth.
Kato jumped back in the hot water and stood directly
in front of Michelle. He deliberately sat down on one
of the seats and pulled Michelle into his lap. Rodney
knew something was dreadfully wrong, but his mindless
stupor prevented any worthwhile reaction. He watched
the young African put his hands on Michelle's slender
shoulders and deftly push downward. Rodney observed
the exact moment that Kato porked her. Michelle's
mouth flew open wide and her tongue rolled out the
corner of her mouth. There was a violent thrust of the
teenager's hips, as he drove upward with all of his
might and almost lifted Michelle out of the water.
Kato held motionless at the height of full
penetration. Then he dropped back to a seated position
and it was apparent that his cock was embedded in the
distraught woman. The scene was a reflection of
complete opposites. The husband thought the woman
experienced great pain and suffering while internal
convulsion actually consumed the woman's sanity. Even
drugged and out of her mind, Michelle's womanly
instincts took over. She rammed her hips down at the
monster and swallowed every inch of throbbing prick.
The weed consumed her brain and Michelle wanted it
bad. Flashes of bright lights went off in her head and
she lost all control of her resolve. Michelle was
expected to orgasm so she did, as Kato turned her into
a wanton bitch. Suddenly unable to move a muscle or
anything in her body for a brief moment, she let the
young man control her every need. She felt intense
throbbing and pulsations deep inside her being and
knew each throb was sending African cum into her
vulnerable womanhood. The molten lave filled her inner
reservoir and Michelle welcomed the raunchy, brute
sex.
All of a sudden she bucked; Michelle rolled and she
rocked back and forth with the big cock buried in her
belly. She was in another world and it would be hours
before she realized what had happened. Michelle
welcomed the lust and willingly surrendered as water
splashed when she rode Kato's manly cock. Her eyes
bulged and she stared across the room at two shadowy
figures. One she recognized as the black man who
controlled her spirit and owned her soul, but she
didn't recognize the other.
Kato wanted to keep the white goddess forever. She was
defenseless to his virile male seed and he was
determined to use deception and drugs to keep her
under his control until it happened again. In her
sedated state, Michelle willingly accepted her fate
even though she was in the most vulnerable time of the
month.
The vulgar hot tub intercourse was probably the
hottest sex scene Rodney had witnessed in his life. He
was still staring wide-eyed at the copulation when two
women grabbed his arms. He was lifted out of his chair
and swiftly escorted over to the massage table. His
clothes were stripped and there was absolutely no
opposition when the two women went to work.
The massage was skillful, but it didn't last very
long. Oil covered his body as both women used their
hands to fully arouse and stimulate Rodney. His
stamina was put to the test when one woman stroked his
hard cock and the weed ensured his erection remained
everlasting. There was no need to stroke his hard-on
yet the woman did it anyway, jerking him off until his
endurance hung by a slender thread.
Just before he blasted off, the woman swiftly jumped
up on the table. She spread her knees around Rodney's
hips and squatted directly on top of his upstanding
cock. The woman guided the head of Rodney's cock into
her fiery inferno and it took mere seconds before his
hips jerked randomly up and down, as he shot his big
load of cum into the willful bitch.
Rodney surmised something was different, maybe even
wrong with what transpired over the next few hours.
Every time he looked over at his wife, she was in the
throes of sexual ecstasy with the young African. Kato
poured more African narcotic into Michelle and then he
fucked her again in the hot tub. Then he carried her
across the room to the large bed where it became
evident that the young African had a perpetual hard-
on.
One could have written a book about the various sexual
acts and positions used by the overly competent
teenager. Kato used the role of missionary for one
sexual encounter and then he became a dog trainer who
whipped the doggie until she was trained and obedient.
The doggie howled at the wind when the big trainer
mounted her and Kato pounded Michelle's ass, showing
her no mercy or leniency for being a doggie.
The intermissions and interludes were short and very
infrequent. It seemed Kato had limitless stamina due
to ingesting plenty of the mysterious African
stimulants and he appeared to use the pauses as a
means of coming up with new and better intercourse.
Michelle and Rodney were powerless against the
unfamiliar goatweed and the couple was African sex
toys for the entire night. The sun was coming up when
everyone except Sarge fell asleep. Sarge watched the
night of sexual rapture and he was thoroughly worked
up when he departed for the village. He wanted only
one thing and she was staying the night with his
nieces, Nia and Thema.
Sarge left Michelle and Rodney drugged and totally
under the control of Kato and his servants. He left
specific instructions with his son that he was to keep
the Americans sedated until he returned. Kato was in
his glory. He had power and full control over the one
woman he adored and idolized. The best part was the
mind-altering drugs left Michelle sexual stimulated
and dependent so he could do whatever he wanted
without any repercussion. Kato relished the fact he
had many hours with Michelle while Sarge attended the
annual tribal rituals.
***
The entourage left late for the village so it was past
midnight when they arrived. Sarge didn't want his
family and in particular Susan to witness what he
planned for the American couple. His wife and
daughters stayed in one of the family's dwellings,
which were kept for family visits to the village,
while Nia insisted the sisters stay with her. Susan
and Marie were a little reluctant with the
arrangements, but they went along with Nia's plan
because there didn't seem to be any reasonable
alternative.
The babies were quickly put to bed and everyone else
retired, as it had been a long day. Susan and Marie
Kelly used the same room and they quietly undressed in
the pitch darkness. "Did you notice how she...
Michelle was out of it," Susan whispered.
"Yes! There was something in her drink. I'll bet that
man used drugs. The same ones he uses whenever he
wants something," Marie said.
"He's not like that. Sarge didn't do anything. He
would never do anything to Michelle," Susan whispered.
"Look sis! You had his baby and you obviously are in
love with the man, but please don't try to convince me
that he's not evil."
"He not. He treats me with respect and dignity."
"Yes, I have to agree. The bastard does treat you
better than anyone. What did he tell you when we
left?"
"He just said that she... Michelle was going to tell
her husband that she wanted to stay; live in Sarge's
house with Kato. He wanted to be around so that the
husband didn't hurt her. He wanted to protect Michelle
in case her husband got mad and violent."
"Wow, what is with you women? First you and now
Michelle sacrifice everything to stay in Africa. God
sis, you do amaze me sometimes," Marie said.
They went to bed and fell asleep very quickly. Marie
Kelly was probably the luckiest woman alive. Yes, it
was dastardly that she was kidnapped and raped. Even
worse she got pregnant from lord knows which tribal
juvenile male, but Sarge's devious plan for her to
have the baby in his country actually worked out for
the best because Marie managed to keep the secret from
the rest of the world. In addition her sister's
influence with Sarge saved Marie from suffering any
physical harm during her stay in the African village.
Marie also enjoyed all the comforts of home while
staying with Sarge's relatives, which certainly made
the months more bearable.
Susan's influence ensured Marie's safety during her
pregnancy and until the baby was born. Marie had been
extremely skeptical at first because she didn't trust
anyone except her sister and Susan wasn't supposed to
be with her all of the time. She endured the
pregnancy, as best she could, and it all became worth
it when the baby was placed on her chest right after
being born.
Marie cried. The baby boy was precious and the honor
of childbirth was even more gratifying than she ever
imagined. Marie didn't let the boy out of her grasp
for at least two days and then she felt safe and
relaxed enough to let others touch him. Later in the
week Michelle's baby was born followed a day later by
Thema's and astonishingly all were boys, which were
highly revered by the villagers.
When Marie had found out she was pregnant and even
until the baby was born, she considered leaving the
child in Africa or giving it up for adoption. Once the
baby was in her arms, Marie wanted nothing more than
to keep him and raise him on her own. Sarge's doctor
was very accomplished and he ensured she and the other
two women and babies were healthy while receiving
excellent medical care. She debated going back to the
States right after the baby was born, but she relented
when Susan pleaded with her to stay. "Wait until my
baby is born. I would be grateful if you stayed here
and waited... waited with me. I came to Africa for you
and to be with you!"
Reluctantly Marie remained, but only under one
condition. Sarge had to let her live in his mansion or
she was prepared to leave for home as soon as the
doctor said it was okay. This meant she had every
comfort a woman could dream of as all of Sarge's
servants and even his wife and daughters did
everything to make Marie's life comfortable. The weeks
turned into months and before she knew it, Susan's
baby was born. Marie planned staying with her sister
for a couple of weeks and then she assumed they would
all return to the States.
When Marie brought up the subject of making
arrangements to return home, Susan promptly informed
her sister that she was not going home for some time.
Stunned and totally surprised by Susan's announcement,
Marie went ahead and booked the trip for herself. She
was slightly hesitant about arriving home with her
baby and it took hours of planning to come up with
viable things to say. She had already informed her
manager who was planning for her return that he should
tell the news agencies that she had adopted a baby
from an African country.
About a week and a half after Susan's baby was born,
Sarge's planned celebration happened. Marie was
actually happy when Sarge persuaded everyone to leave
the party, as she didn't trust the man and certainly
didn't relish partying with him around. When Marie
went to the village, she did so with Susan, which
meant she had nothing to worry about.
Since Marie's flight back to the States wasn't for
another couple of days, she had lots of time to kill.
She got up fairly early the morning after arriving in
the village and found out that the day was already
planned for her and Susan. Sarge had deliberately
scheduled their visit to coincide with a tribal
celebration similar to the one over a year ago when so
many things happened. Zuberi and other senior members
of the tribe intended to indoctrinate young warriors
into the tribe and also celebrate other national
traditions, as they did every year.
Since the day itself was festive and mainly celebrated
by men of the tribe, the women planned other
activities to keep them busy. Thema wisely decided to
take the sisters to visit a few ancient treasures and
witness some interesting traditions before the
official evening ceremonies. They were gone a few
hours and Thema got a big surprise when they returned
to the village. The young queen discovered her young
sister had scheming intentions, which evolved around
the American sisters.
The group of women sat down for something to eat and
in a matter of minutes Susan and Marie Kelly were
acting strangely. "What are you doing? What did you
put in their food... their drinks?" Thema asked her
sister knowing full well that Nia had slipped
something into the drinks.
"You can stay if you wish... watch me have some fun
with the actress and Sarge's woman," Nia said.
"Nia, be careful! If you harm Sarge's woman in any
way, he kill you. Be careful," Thema whispered.
"Not worry. I will have fun again watching the famous
actress get ass fucked by the youngest warriors...
ones who not old enough to be warriors," Nia said.
"Susan will stay here... with you."
Thema felt relieved. She knew her uncle was capable of
just about anything and he certainly would be out for
revenge if anything happened to his white mistress.
Nia had her evil clutches on the gorgeous American
actress again and she wasn't going to miss another
perfect opportunity for more gratification.
Controlling and forcing the beautiful woman to be her
slave and then having the young warriors rape Marie
had been the biggest reward up to now. Nia glanced at
Sarge's white goddess and wondered if there could be a
greater accomplishment than having her as an obedient
slave?
Nia would never admit to anyone that her newly set
goal included Susan. She glanced at her sister and
slyly thought to herself. 'You wait sis. When I finish
with sexy Marie Kelly... you next. I watch you play
with beautiful white women.' Nia smiled as she watched
her sister move around the kitchen. 'I watch you with
Michelle and soon I watch you with Susan.'
Sarge and all of the tribal men consumed far too much
firewater and were virtually inebriated by the time
evening festivities started. They were all in the
village square when Nia acted by deviously separating
the drugged sisters. She cunningly had Susan remain
with Thema and the other women of the tribe while she
tricked Marie into going with her.
Nia led the way to a separate hut close to the town
square where they observed the numerous men who were
in full celebration mode. The evening ceremony was
well underway when Marie suspected something was
dreadfully wrong. Everyone had been drinking African
refreshments and she had no idea that the ones given
to her were different than the ones Nia and her
friends consumed. It was too late by the time she
realized the tricky young princess spiked her drinks.
"We change. Put on costumes so we can join the
celebrations," Nia informed the stunned woman.
There was a flurry of activity when Nia and her
girlfriends all stripped. Marie's eyes opened wide in
sheer amazement when the naked girls surrounded her
and began taking off her clothes. In scants seconds
she was also naked and being freely fondled by every
one of the girls. Suddenly Nia shoved a fresh drink
into her hands and ordered her to drink. Marie guzzled
it without a second thought and then another drink was
thrust into her hands. Her head was spinning out of
control and nothing made sense to her.
Marie's arms and legs seemed heavy and too thick to
move around. Her eyes worked perfectly and her body
remained petrified when one of the girls grabbed her.
Marie tried to cry out when the girl grabbed her by
the hair and yanked her head, tilting it backwards.
She let the drink fall to the floor and tried to
struggle. Any feeble protest was muffled when the girl
stuck her tongue down Marie's throat in an effort to
make Princess Nia very happy.
Nia watched her friends grope the actress, as each
took turns trying to please their leader. One girl
demonstrated the most demanding kiss while another
feasted on Marie's succulent boobs. Nia noticed how
the actress tried to protect her titties, but her arms
were firmly held out to the sides. Nia's girlfriend
freely devoured one of the outstanding nipples before
switching to the other, which left both buds extremely
hard and erect and covered with spit.
A big smile crossed Nia's face when she noticed Marie
grow taller and stand on her tiptoes. Another
girlfriend finger-fucked the helpless actress and Nia
couldn't tell how many fingers her friend had buried
inside the squirming woman. Then the most profound
moment happened when Marie's seductive body seemed to
hang in midair, balancing not on one but on two hands.
Nia looked behind Marie and witnessed one of the
African teenagers christening the supple white ass.
Somehow Marie broke the demanding kiss and pleaded
with the attackers. "Stop! Please stop, it hurts. Oh
gawd, please stop," she begged. Despite being quite
sedated, the humiliation was still painful and
appalling to her.
Suddenly the scene was even better. Two girls each had
one of the hard nipples in their mouths and clearly
showed their sharp teeth, which raked back and forth
across the hardened pebbles. The other two girls used
their fingers like pros, as one finger-fucked Marie's
pussy while the other fucked her defenseless ass.
Marie had no idea how long the molestation continued.
She was completely exhausted when it stopped and
someone whispered in her ear. "That enough? You enjoy
fucking with my friends, but we have to satisfy my
real goal," Nia whispered. "You whore for three young
warriors!"
Abruptly everyone had something to do. Nia and her
friends retrieved their clothing and the young
princess handed Marie a brightly colored dress. She
motioned for Marie to get dressed and stood
impatiently with her hands on her hips and a deadly
serious grin on her pretty face. Marie frantically
looked around for her discarded undergarments, but
quickly realized it was the dress or nothing. She
donned the typical African garb and shivered at the
thought of being caught without anything else.
Suddenly the African teenagers easily lifted their
captive and carried the bewildered and sedated woman
the short distance around the village square to the
dreadful barn. The dress left no doubt about Marie's
sexy body and the thin material did little to hide the
fact she wasn't wearing underwear. She was jostled
around until the girls managed to pin her on a large
bed of straw. Marie was flat on her back and spread
out like a sacrifice to some religious god. She didn't
know if her arms and legs were tied out to her sides
or if she just couldn't move them because of the
drinks. Her head was planted on a pile of straw and
she stared up at black, empty space.
There was an intense fireball in her guts. Marie
thought back, through a haze in her mind, to her
previous kidnapping episode when the sly tribal
members deviously slipped the African goatweed into
her food and drink. The powerful drug had gotten rid
of her inhibitions and willpower and left her easy
prey. She was completely out of it and powerless when
numerous men of the tribe had sex with her that first
time. All of a sudden the burning in her tummy was
exactly the same. Her eyes remained wide open and
glassy when three young warriors approached.
Marie desperately wanted to fight and prevent any
molesting, but the giggling girls held her arms and
legs. She opened her mouth to say something or at
least protest, but nothing came out. One of the young
warriors stood over her outstretched torso and there
was a brightly colored loincloth covering his
midsection, but there was no hiding his obvious
aroused state. Marie struggled to focus on the
protruding tent in front of his hips and she naively
hoped that everything was just a bad dream.
It was the strangest feeling in the world when
everything happened in dramatic slow-motion. The young
warrior instantly grabbed the two obvious knobs in the
front of her dress and Marie squealed when he squeezed
her nipples in an overzealous manner. She tried to
move her arms to protect herself, but it was
impossible with Nia's girlfriends pinning them down.
Marie didn't have to look down to know her dress was
haphazardly up around her upper thighs. One instant it
barely covered her bare crotch and the next the hem
was up around her waist.
Nia was in her glory. She purposely rolled the hem of
the dress upwards so that the three young warriors
could witness a real woman. "Don't be shy. Let the
boys see that you are a whore. Let them see your wet
pussy." Nia put her mouth right next to Marie's ear
and spoke in the most taunting manner. "They have
never seen a woman before. You be their first fuck...
their whore."
Marie felt totally helpless and unable to fight
against the powerful princess because of the drugs and
strange African sedatives. She felt hands on her torso
and then the skimpy dress was stripped. Her legs were
easily pried apart and the cool air washed over her
nakedness, but instead of having a cooling affect it
seemed to heat up the bare flesh. Marie noticed the
young warrior reach for his loincloth and she squeezed
her eyes closed, too afraid to watch what happened.
Abruptly Nia forced her sex-slave into a seated
position and poured more tainted drink down her
throat. "Open eyes... not miss anything," she ordered.
Marie stared straight ahead, as the young warrior
ripped off his loincloth and left his rock-hard cock
bobbing up and down in free space. With a sudden jerk,
Nia forced her backwards again and onto her back, as
two of her devilish girlfriends pinned Marie's legs
apart. The young warrior stood menacing between her
thighs and Marie wanted to scream. Something touched
her bare crotch and she arched her back in an effort
to see what the young African was doing. Her eyes
practically bulged out of her head when she watched a
hardened black prick being rubbed up and down through
her unprotected crotch.
Marie focused on the warrior's fingers, which were
tightly wrapped around his thick penis, but she lost
sight of the bulbous head, as it was pushed down
through her slit. Her hips jumped when the head rubbed
across her clitoris and then she gasped out loud when
it slipped through her honey-hole. Then the warrior
shifted his cock downward an inch or two and teased
her puckered asshole in a most taunting fashion. Marie
wiggled and twisted her hips begging for pity yet none
was forthcoming. He threatened to enter her anal
opening, but then moved towards his real goal.
The warrior swooped his cock through the wet opening
again and then crushed her clitty before starting the
damning act all over again. Soon the head of his cock
and much of the long shaft were completely coated with
slick, womanly oil. All of a sudden Marie couldn't
breathe, as the wind was knocked out of her chest. The
teenage warrior felt his illustrious cock coated with
woman juices for the very first time and he couldn't
resist. He plowed his hips at the sexy gorgeous, white
woman and felt the volcanic hole burn his lengthy cock
until he was fully embedded in his first cunt.
The warrior started screwing her like a wild savage
and Marie's brain knew something was dreadfully wrong.
Even in her sedated state, she realized the time of
month was dangerous. If she had sex now, it was very
possible that she would get pregnant again. Marie
tried desperately to close her legs, but it was
impossible with the slender teenager mounted on top of
her. Suddenly Nia decided to punish the famous white
actress and display more of her supreme control. "You
whore for Atsu. He not yet warrior, but soon!"
Marie was shocked and too bewildered to say much.
"Naaa... nooo, no."
Nia wrapped her arm around Marie's head and cradled
her head when she put her lips right next to the
woman's ear. "Atsu name mean he first-born and twin
brother next. You first woman for them and you make
them proud pretend warriors," Nia whispered, as she
taunted Marie with her tongue. "You drink much
goatweed, but also much African fertility drug. Black
warrior put babies in belly!"
The young princess laughed out loud and encouraged the
young tribal member. There was something strange yet
unigue about these tribal males. Young and
inexperienced, the young warriors seemed to possess
profound stamina and longevity. Atsu rode the bucking
bronco determined to break her will and ride her to
the very end. He pumped his cock in and out and each
time reached the limit of her womanhood, which brought
a dire moan out of Marie. Then Atsu huffed and puffed
in a frenzied state and Marie realized the teenager
was filling her with his African seed.
She cried yet there were no tears. Teenagers and any
of the young men she had intercourse with in the
States would climax within minutes and some within
seconds of entry. Atsu continued the frenzied pace
after his orgasm began and pumped his powerful hips
until the end of his climax. There was no respite for
Marie. Atsu rolled off her outstretched frame and his
brother quickly took up the challenge.
The last thing in the world Marie ever imagined was
being cooperative or a willing partner. Her inner
voice screamed for them to stop and she couldn't
prevent Nia from pouring more African juice down her
throat. Marie was placed into a seated position each
time Nia forced her to drink. The goatweed ran out the
corners of her mouth and down her chest until it
coated both boobs in a truly seductive manner. Then
Nia slammed her down on her back again and wrapped her
strong fingers in the curly locks of hair. "You fuck
black cock. Fuck black cock and make me happy... or
else!!"
It sounded more like a warning instead of a
premonition. Atsu's twin brother fucked her and his
burning lava filled her inner being before it started
all over again. The third warrior had seen enough. He
was overly aroused and knew his stamina wouldn't last
if he mounted Marie's helpless, outstretched body so
he decided to make the encounter memorable. Luckily
the straw-bed was wide enough and he had room to lie
down beside Marie.
Even before he did anything, Nia and the other girls
cheered. The young warrior fisted his cock and held it
positioned straight up in the air. Then he asked his
friends to help. Marie wondered what was happening
when hands grabbed her arms, legs and body. She was
lifted and held above the young warrior, as the teen
voiced orders to his friends.
In a split second and to her utter horror, Marie
glanced down at the warrior's cock, which was
positioned directly under her upraised body. Her mind
was foggy, but she would always remember what
followed. The numerous assistants easily lowered her
body on top of the menacing cock and the young warrior
guided the head to the proper wet-spot. The hands let
go and she dropped, instantly embedding the black cock
to the hilt.
Marie uttered a loud gasp of surprise at the
realization of being ravaged again. She was too
stunned to understand that her reactions created an
even more thrilling encounter for the teenagers. Marie
straightened her arms and put her hands on the teen's
chest in an attempt to stop the disgraceful screwing.
Her biceps pushed her boobs inwards and caused them to
bounce, as the teenager pumped his hips up and down
like a wild-man.
The young warrior had never seen anything like it.
First he ogled the bouncing titties and then he
slapped them in an effort to keep them bobbing and
swaying. The cheering got louder when the young
warrior grabbed her shapely ass-checks. He cleverly
supported her body and bounced her up and down much to
the delight of the onlookers. Marie's luscious tits
bounced freely so the twins and the girls all feasted
on the delicious sight, as their friend fucked the
delirious white woman. It wasn't long before the teen
grunted and moaned and everyone in the secluded barn
became aware of his orgasm.
Marie mistakenly assumed her turmoil would be finished
once the three had ravaged her, but the biggest shock
of her life was yet to come. Nia wanted more. The
princess leaned closer and made sure Marie could hear.
"Belly full of cum... much warrior cum. Now you show
Nia that you real whore," she whispered. "You orgasm
with Atsu's cock inside belly."
Marie Kelly was defeated. She merely sat on top of the
young warrior, as he squeezed out the last few drops
of African cum, and she kept her eyes shut. "Nuf...
no, no more. Naaaooo," she whimpered.
Nia grabbed the startle woman and roughly pushed her
backwards. "Nia watch. Watch you experience big
orgasm. You show Nia."
Marie landed on her back when Nia and her friends
practically threw her onto the bed of straw. Atsu was
between her legs before she could react. He put his
hands on the inside of her thighs and pushed them as
far apart as possible.
Nia wanted them to do more. She correctly assumed the
stamina of three immature males would be short and
premature at first, but be prolonged during a second
episode. There was no need to feed Marie more mind-
altering drugs, as the woman was completely under the
influence of the unfamiliar African aphrodisiac. Nia
quickly commanded Atsu to take charge while she rained
kisses all over Marie's face, neck and shoulders.
Nia held Marie's head up so she could see everything
that happened. With her arms outstretched and her back
arched, Marie witnessed Atsu kneeling between her
widespread thighs. He held his rejuvenated cock at the
base with two fingers and devilishly waved the head up
and down. Each time Atsu twisted his cock downward, he
slapped Marie directly on her upraised pelvis. The
sensations were indescribable. Her glazed eyes opened
as wide as possible and Marie watched the pounding
meat spank her pelvis until Atsu grew impatient.
Marie had difficulty controlling her heart rate and
her breathing became very uneven, as the young warrior
followed Nia's script. Atsu shifted slightly downward
and craftily slapped the pink slit causing her
clitoris to throb. Much to Marie's horror, Nia put her
fingers on the puffy labia and spread them apart so
that everyone could see the swollen jewel. Marie's
hips jumped and jerked each time Atsu slapped her open
slit and she uttered moan after moan while staring at
the demoralizing spanking.
When the princess thought Marie was teetering on the
edge, she signaled Atsu. He held the head of his cock
on top of the rosy clitty and deftly rolled the bud
around with the flared end. Then he shifted his hips
backwards again and this time he came forward and hit
the waiting hole. The greased head of his cock entered
Marie's pussy and the onlookers could tell she
experienced confusion when her breathing stopped.
Marie held her breath for the longest time and until
her belly was full of cock. Her crazed brain made
believe it was her last boyfriend who she had adored,
which restored her breathing just in time. She rolled
her head to the side, but there was no way of evading
the devious Nia. Marie heard the girl's steady,
demanding voice and wondered if Nia was crazy. "You do
it. Do it now," Nia whispered. "Be woman for Atsu and
show Nia that you his whore."
"Women? Whore?"
"Nia watch you cum all over Atsu's black cock."
"Cock?"
"Cream all over Atsu's cock for Nia."
"Cream?"
"Show Nia that you Atsu's whore."
"Whore?"
"Not yet... we wait."
"Wait?"
"We hold off until Atsu ready. We wait."
"Wait?"
Atsu's hips were in a steady rhythm and he
systematically pounded his stellar cock in and out of
Marie's listless body. Suddenly her entire body
stiffened and her pelvis literally thrust up at him.
He wrapped his fingers around the flared top of her
hips and the angle was perfect. Atsu thrust his hips
like a raging bull and Nia waited for the telltale
sign from the distraught woman. The barn got extremely
quiet and everyone watched the royal fucking with
great anticipation.
"I saw it. You whore," Nia whispered. "Cumming all
over black cock. Mistress very happy."
"Happy?"
"Yes. Very happy."
"Yeaaaaa... eeeeaaa!" Even drugged Marie knew
something wasn't right. It was impossible. She wasn't
even turned on or the slight bit aroused. Suddenly her
hips thrust upwards just as the wild stallion bucked.
The warrior ripped through her cervix and into the hot
sanctuary of her womanly being. Hot searing lava
washed all over her tender womb and somehow her hips
remained fully extended.
Suddenly Nia yelled at her. "I knew it. I knew you'd
cream. You whore just like last time!"
Atsu was in control. His strong hands hugged the top
of Marie's hips and his fingers dug into the small
waist. He held her ass off the straw bed and pumped
his powerful hips, as he blasted jets of cum into her
deepest regions. Rendered helpless by the sudden
orgasm, she surrendered to the continuous convulsions
in her womanly being. Bloated with an overload of cum,
Marie rode the out of control roller coaster wondering
if it would ever stop.
The demoralizing climax literally left Marie a rag
doll. Her body belonged to the princess and her young
friends. Marie imagined rolling away from the young
warrior and getting out of his grasp, but not a muscle
moved in her immobile body. Atsu's twin brother
listened to the tribal princess and he relished having
the white goddess a second time. He followed Nia's
instructions and easily picked up the slender woman,
turning her over. Flat on her stomach, Marie felt her
hips being raised and suddenly her ass was high in the
air because she balanced on her knees.
The third warrior was promised a royal blowjob. He
grabbed Marie's shoulders and raised her up until she
was in the perfect doggie position. Marie had no idea
what was in store and simply remained quiet and
docile. She felt movement behind her and shivered when
the twin brother positioned himself for another sexual
encounter. Her assumption was correct, but the exact
details were way off.
Marie felt the head of the African's cock being swiped
through her soaked hole and readied herself for
another entry. Without warning the teenager pulled
backwards and shifted the head of his cock upwards
just the slightest amount. Her mouth opened and she
let out the loudest gasp, as the cunning warrior
rammed his hips at her bare ass. The cum-covered head
of his cock entered the small hole and many inches of
his cock slithered into the dark haven.
Marie's scream was muffled when a cock was shoved into
her mouth. The third teen knew what to do and he
forced Marie to suck his rejuvenated cock, which
throbbed and pulsed in anticipation of his first
blowjob. If it wasn't for the foreign drugs, she might
have collapsed and died when the twin thrust his cock
into her ass. His movements were extremely slow and
deliberate at first, but then she must have stretched
allowing him more freedom.
It would always be remembered as the night from Hell.
Already ravaged by the tribal teenagers, suddenly the
worst possible sexual encounter happened. Eventually
the twin pumped his cock in and out, as he relished
anal sex with Nia's sex slave, and his friend forced
much of his cock into Marie's mouth. "Not take out...
keep cock in mouth," Nia ordered, as she demanded
complete obedience. "You suck and give blowjob. Keep
cock in mouth and drink much cum."
Confused and unable to fight the powerful princess,
Marie resigned to the fact she was an African sex toy.
Both young warriors readied for their approaching
climaxes just as one of Nia's girlfriends ran into the
crowded area. The girl had been standing guard outside
and she rushed up to her young leader. She shouted a
warning in her native tongue and everyone hurried into
action. "Someone come. Big man from Sarge's army
comes. Hurry, we go."
Even in her crazed mind, Marie understood. All of the
girls including Nia immediately let go of her. Atsu
heard the warning and quickly repeated it to his two
comrades. His brother defiantly gave one more powerful
thrust and fully embedded his cock while his friend
released as many demons into Marie's mouth as
possible. Both teenagers reluctantly freed their
captive and Marie simply passed out on the bed of
straw.
***
Mosi suspected something was amiss. He noticed
activity in the deserted barn and also heard some loud
noises, which tweaked his curiosity. There was a young
girl who seemed to be a lookout and she immediately
disappeared inside the barn when he approached. The
big burly, African guard entered the double doors and
yelled at the many shadowy figures. Luckily for the
teenagers that the barn was fairly dark and there were
too many youngsters to chase.
Mosi took everything in with a concerned glance. Four
or five girls including the tribe's princess scurried
off in every direction. Mosi peered towards the middle
of a big open area and recognized Atsu and his brother
along with another teenager. There was only moonlight
inside the barn and it was hard to see exactly what
the teenagers did before they hurried ran out of the
opposite side of the barn. There appeared to be
something left lying on the big pile of straw and he
hesitated before heading in that direction.
Suddenly the barn was deathly quiet, as all of the
giggling teenagers were gone. Mosi slowly walked
across the open area and stopped once he recognized
that it was a person lying in front of him. He
shivered when he noticed it was a naked white woman
and nervously glanced all around the barn to see if
there was still someone around. Then he bent over the
woman who was curled up and facing away from him.
Mosi literally picked up the dazed woman, cradling her
in his powerful arms. He recognized the gorgeous white
actress and assumed the manipulative Nia and her
friends abducted Marie Kelly. He cursed the departed
teenagers, but his anger quickly turned to sympathy
when he hugged Marie in a most comforting fashion.
Long after the kidnapping incident, Mosi regretted his
involvement. He never wanted to hurt the American
woman and over time he developed intimate feelings for
Marie.
Mosi thought back to the kidnapping. He felt
tremendous relief knowing Marie never saw his face
while she was not drugged so she wouldn't recognize
him. This meant she wasn't aware he was the rebel
leader who raped her and Mosi was grateful for the
fact.
Too sedated to know what happened, Marie blinked her
eyes at her savior. Mosi looked vaguely familiar yet
she wasn't sure where or when she'd seen the man
before. She didn't struggle when the man carried her
out of the barn and simply closed her eyes relishing
the fact she was being rescued. The night was still
fairly young so Mosi carried the beaten woman to his
temporary abode.
Marie was either sleeping or passed out when Mosi laid
her on his bed. She was covered up with a warm blanket
and left alone for what could have been hours. Her
next awareness was being awakened from the most vivid
hallucination. She was lifted and carried out of the
peaceful bedroom to a washroom. It was still dark
outside and there were no lights on in the house so
she simply relished the final moments of her dream.
Marie heard water running and the next thing she felt
was hot, soothing water streaming down her overly
tired body. Suddenly she felt dirty and welcomed the
sudden cleansing, as the stranger washed her entire
body. Marie didn't feel threatened and allowed the man
complete freedom when he lovingly washed her
everywhere. She suffered a momentary second thought
when he applied soap to her breasts and then between
her legs, but she relaxed very quickly when he didn't
linger.
Mosi couldn't take his eyes off her sexy body and he
noticed her radiant beauty even in the dim lighting.
Again he cursed the young warriors who supposedly
ravaged the innocent visitor and he promised to take
care of Marie. He turned Marie around and stood behind
her, as he continued washing her seductive body. The
hot water hit her just below the chin and splashed all
over her arms and chest. Marie closed her eyes and
enjoyed the wonderful sensations, as the big hands
caressed her in an intimate fashion.
What transpired seemed natural and very normal. Her
head sort of rolled backwards and rested on the man's
chest. Then he reached around her and applied soap to
her tummy and all the down to her pelvis. Marie stood
in the man's arms and sensed there was something very
different about him. Her mind was not clouded and the
effects of the drugs had worn off so she was slightly
unsure if she should really trust him.
When Mosi rinsed the soap off the front of her body,
tiny jolts of electricity shot through her when his
hands rubbed up and down the front of her torso. She
kind of wished the man would keep touching her, but
then he stopped. Mosi shut off the water and wrapped a
towel around her upper body, securing it above her
boobs. They stepped out of the shower and Mosi easily
scooped her up in his arms. He carried her back to the
bed and tenderly set her down.
Marie stood between the bed and the wall and faced her
savior. All of a sudden she remembered who he was and
reasoned he was a good man. The look on her face sent
pangs of fear through Mosi and he held his breath when
she spoke. "You are a guard at the airport... one of
Sarge's men," she whispered. It was the first time in
her life that Marie knew ahead of time what to do. She
reached for the corner of the towel that was tucked in
and slowly unfastened it. The towel fell to the floor
and she didn't care that Mosi stared at her.
They both knew a huge burden would be removed if she
were punished. Mosi grabbed her hands and gripped them
tightly, as he held the intimate stare. "I sorry Nia
and others held you captive. You safe now. Not
worry... Mosi protect you," he whispered.
Suddenly Marie looked down and saw it. She swore it
was the biggest cock yet she wasn't afraid. Slowly and
deliberately Mosi turned her sideways until she faced
the blank wall. He lifted her hands and placed them
about shoulder height and spread apart on the wall.
Then he stood directly behind her with his big hands
placed on top of hers, as if pretending to pin them on
the wall. Marie was well aware of what would happen
and yearned for the make-believe punishment.
Marie felt the head of Mosi's cock push into the back
of her upper thighs. It had to be! She spread her legs
and allowed his cock to penetrate her wetness. Marie
lifted her right leg a small amount and felt the head
slip into her precious opening. There was a pause, as
the flared head entered, and Marie held her breath.
She deliberately stood taller until she was fully
extended on her tiptoes, hoping to stay like that
forever. Then Marie leaned into the wall and had to
turn her face to the side so she could breathe.
Mosi understood Marie's needs. He held steady and
refused to succumb to temptation. Time seemed to stand
still, as he felt her body shiver when she remained
motionless. Marie tensed slightly when the head of his
cock entered her honey-hole, but she didn't dare move
a muscle. It was the weirdest yet the nicest feeling
in the world. Marie bent her toes and let her body
drop one inch, two inches, and then three inches.
In her mind Marie was still a prisoner, but soon she
would be free. Her hands remained nailed to the wall
even when Mosi shifted his hands to her hips. She
closed her eyes and visualized what to do. An inch at
a time, she lowered herself and uttered small animal
sounds as each inch of throbbing cock entered her
heated cavity. One second her feet were flat on the
floor and the next she was floating in the air.
When Mosi straightened his legs, he thrust his hips at
the perfect angle. His raging cock sliced through her
womanly being and also her spirit. Marie spread her
legs and gave Mosi all the freedom he needed. It was
probably the slowest and the most deliberate fucking
either had experienced. Mosi thrust his powerful hips
and held his cock fully embedded for many seconds
before bending his knees. Marie was able to take many
short, quick breathes when he lowered himself and then
he straightened his legs again.
Each time Mosi's cock entered her inner being, she
stopped breathing and severe convulsions occurred in
her deepest regions. Marie moaned and groaned hoping
to encourage the man and then a spasm tore through her
belly. It was time and she pushed down and backwards
as hard as she could. The cock couldn't get any deeper
and she willingly let it happen. She surrendered to
lust. Marie literally cried with happiness when she
felt Mosi's cock swell in size and then explode.
Now was the time for stern action. Mosi held her
slender hips in his strong hands and each time he
thrust is hips upwards, he rammed her hips downwards.
He slammed his cock into her and understood her need
for violence. Her juices lubricated his cock so it was
easy to pound her. He felt the convulsions cause her
body to jerk wildly, as her orgasm rolled over the
crest and lust took over. When she drove back at him,
he rammed her into the wall.
Marie's head was clear and salvation was on her. The
night from Hell could be forgotten if this man saved
her. She welcomed Mosi's seed. If nothing else, she
could blame any pregnancy on this encounter and there
was a newfound willingness to please, as her hips
jerked wildly at her black lover. It might have been
the lingering effects of the goatweed or just the
thought of not being a captive anymore, but Marie
experienced a memorable orgasm. Even the thought of it
being the wrong time of month and a time when she was
the most vulnerable didn't stop her shuddering climax.
The outside temperature was already hot and the inside
temp soared. The sun was already up when Marie fell
asleep and the next she remembered was someone
stirring beside her. She was extremely exhausted yet
strangely it didn't stop her emotions from waking up
to join in a promising sexual encounter. Hands
tenderly massaged her tired muscles and seemed to
caress every sensual spot on her body. Moans filled
the small room when large hands cupped her boobs and a
hot mouth sucked one of her hardened nipples.
Marie didn't have to be told to spread her legs. She
willingly opened them and her heart almost stopped
when something touched the core of her crotch. Without
warning her body was rolled and she wound up on top of
the overpowering black man. Her legs parted and she
planted her knees on either side of Mosi's hips. Marie
felt the lengthy menacing dagger running directly
along her open crotch and she held her breath knowing
what to expect.
Totally obedient and motionless, Marie felt the
prodding just before her hips were forced skyward.
Suddenly the man's hands closed on her bare ass and
his fingers dug into the soft, velvety cheeks. Stars
filled her head in a flash and she couldn't think
straight. She opened her mouth to say something, but
all that came out was a loud gasp of air, as the stiff
pecker embedded in her womanly being.
Mosi pulled her hips downward with violent force, as
he thrust upward with his powerful hips. The head of
his cock hit the soaked labia, spreading them easily,
and then his big cock hit a familiar cervix, which
took him a moment or two to penetrate. Marie arched
her back thinking it would help, but it merely aided
in her imminent downfall.
Marie made up her mind. Mosi was the only man who
showed her sincere compassion so she relented,
surrendering her soul to the man. Marie rode his
stellar cock for what seemed like an eternity and then
for the first time she stared into the strong, dark
eyes. The two lovers stared at each other and the lust
exploded simultaneously deep inside their bellies.
Their hips jerked frantically at each other and also
randomly, but one thing remained evident. Mosi's
orgasm was matched in fury and intensity by Marie's
and the climaxes flooded their brains with animal
lust.
It was the most comforting feeling when the tidal wave
slowly subsided. Marie collapsed in his arms and she
felt totally sheltered by the big security guard. They
both fell asleep and neither noticed the end of the
tribal celebration or the bright morning sun, as it
moved across the sky. For the first time since coming
to the foreign African country, Marie felt safe and
protected and she was extremely grateful for Mosi
rescuing her from the savage barn orgy.
***
Susan sat at the table and suddenly everything got
blurry. She blinked her eyes many times trying hard to
make the images clearer; she even moved her head from
side to side, but her eyes couldn't focus on anything.
All of a sudden Thema was beside her and the young
woman encouraged her to drink. Susan took a sip and
then another until the glass was empty. In a flash
Thema refilled the glass and forced more down Susan's
throat. The glass tipped too much and firewater leaked
out of the sides, trickling down the corners of
Susan's mouth.
Susan felt the drink running down her chin and falling
onto her chest. Instead of fretting or worrying about
spilling, she simply laughed out loud, as if it was a
big joke. Her hand fell off the glass and yet the
glass didn't fall. Thema held it tipped and forced the
drunken woman to drink gulp after gulp before she was
satisfied. Every now and then they heard loud yelling
coming from the town square, as the numerous men
reveled in the scheduled rituals, and the sounds added
to the excitement of the whole evening.
Susan couldn't remember feeling more tipsy. She had
never been severely drunk or even slightly inebriated
in her life so she was completely unfamiliar with any
loss of control. The alcohol was one thing, but the
effect of the strange African tranquilizer was
something Susan had never experienced. Nothing in
particular happened for the first couple of hours and
she never even noticed that Nia and Marie were
missing. When Mosi chased Nia and her girlfriends out
of the barn, the young princess immediately returned
to the initial party.
Nia was already overly aroused and so full of passion
and desire that she couldn't wait. It was no trouble
adding some secret sedative to her sister's drinks as
well as more for Susan although the woman had long ago
drank more than she could handle. Nia was well aware
of her sister's one weakness. She had watched Thema
and Michelle together and planned taking advantage of
Thema's desire for another woman, which was unheard of
in their culture.
Caught completely off guard, Thema was roughly jerked
to her feet by her young sister. Nia also grabbed the
hand of the drunken white woman and instantly started
running down the street pulling both women behind her.
The two African women giggled out loud as they ran so
Susan did the same thing. They ran with Nia who
managed to steady both sedated women and soon they
burst into a dimly lit building, which Nia had setup
for the evening soiree.
A barn, a house, a shed, Susan had no idea where she
was. Suddenly she was turning around and around and
the sudden turns simply added to her already dizzy
state. Her knees gave away and she thundered into the
pitch darkness, as her eyes closed. She vaguely felt
something strange and out of the ordinary, but her
drunken state made it impossible to think straight.
She had no idea why another woman lay beside her and
simply waited for something to happen.
Two zombies lay absolutely motionless when a young
vivacious woman took off all of their clothes.
Stripped of their clothes and also any shame, Susan
and Thema fell into each other's arms when Nia ordered
them to embrace. The temptress put her lips directly
on her sister's ear. "You want to... so do it. Make
the white woman your very own slave just like you did
with Michelle," she whispered. "Do it to her!"
Thema felt wonderful sensations roaring through her
veins as her breasts pushed into the yielding flesh.
"No... na... I can't," she moaned.
"What would Zuberi... other members of the tribe think
of their queen, who had sex with white woman," Nia
said, referring to Michelle. "Thema be disgraced if
they knew about Michelle."
"No one must find out," Thema whispered.
"It secret... if you obey! Kiss her," Nia ordered.
Thema never meant to kiss the woman, but it happened.
Suddenly the two women were locked in the tightest
embrace and kissing with a desperate passion. It was
definitely the result of the unique African love
potion, but neither woman was aware of any strange
substance in their body. Nia continued prodding and
encouraging her sister and soon the petting turned
into desire and the desire turned into lust.
It was the weirdest feeling of her life. A knee pried
her legs apart and Susan willingly spread them
allowing the knee to push against her womanly
treasures. The bony knee yet softness of the meaty
flesh seemed to push directly on her wetness so she
encouraged the seduction. Susan humped the leg like a
dog in heat and wondered what was wrong with her
normally rational sensuality.
The kiss broke and suddenly there were demanding hands
on her thighs, which were held apart as far as
possible. Deft fingers touched the wetness between her
legs and then something so hot and powerful closed
over her opening. When the scorching mouth closed over
her precious opening, Susan almost creamed. Her
throbbing jewel was sucked hard and Thema devoured the
entire clit. The village queen used her teeth to
perfection and she nibbled tenderly on the clitty
until she heard the proper response.
Susan's hips jumped at the hungry mouth and she didn't
know why. Then the next few seconds turned into
eternity. Sharp teeth surrounded her clitty and
nibbled on the swollen bud while the tongue expertly
massaged and stroked the delicate clitoris. The tongue
jabbed into her hole like a fleeting rapist and then
Susan let go. Rush after rush of womanly juices
erupted from her epicenter and filled Thema's mouth,
as the cunnilingus consumed their drugged minds.
Susan's fingers intertwined in the thick curly, black
hair and she tried to pull the woman's head tighter
into her crotch.
The orgasm lasted a long time and Susan was completely
covered with sweat when the last spasm rocked her
body. She had never seen another woman's nipple up
close, but suddenly one brushed against her lips. Nia
forced the two sedated slaves into the desired
positions and then she shoved Susan's face into
Thema's chest. Her resistance was brief, as Susan held
her mouth closed until the stern, swift jerk on the
hair of her head by the young villain.
Without thinking Susan devoured an erect nipple into
her hot, burning mouth and she heard the desperate
cries of Thema, as the woman uttered a feeble protest.
Somehow her fingers surrounded the other nipple and
the combination of sucking and squeezing forced
another protest out of Thema. A voice in her head
seemed to control everything. "Good! Feel her tits...
suck the big nipples," Nia whispered. "Thema is
Queen... now you in control!"
Susan was unable to say anything and she merely
listened and obeyed. A hand on the back of head pushed
downward and more of the black tit went into her
mouth. She sucked and rolled the hardened nipple
around inside her mouth, which brought more moans and
groans from a beaten beauty. Both nipples throbbed and
felt twice their size, as Thema relished the crude yet
tender caresses.
Susan was completely unfamiliar with a sexual
encounter with another woman, but she wasn't stupid
despite the dose of drugs. Her head was guided and
pushed downward and her mouth continued kissing until
reaching the soft indent of Thema's bellybutton. When
she stabbed her tongue into the hole, a loud moan
sounded throughout the small bedroom. Susan rained
loving kisses over the entire belly and soon found her
tongue licking the stubble of a woman's pelvis. She
smelt an obvious scent of a bitch in heat and it
worked magic on her internal resolve.
Even her sedated mind knew what to do. She kissed the
entire area around the obvious center of the magnetic
odor and then she tasted a cunt for the first time.
One more drug wasn't required to stimulate Susan, but
an aphrodisiac didn't hurt, as she licked a path up
and down through the puffy labia. She noticed the
woman's hips jump and jerk wildly every time she
touched the swollen clitty so she molested the
upstanding clit.
Thema's whimpering sounded surreal. Susan rolled the
extended clitoris around vigorously with her tongue
until Thema nearly creamed. Then she sucked the
throbbing jewel hard and tried to devour the entire
clit. The area got wetter and wetter and she dutifully
swallowed as much of the womanly juices as possible.
Thema's body was out of control and she surrendered to
the powerful lust without any guilt or remorse.
Nia had seen enough. She waited anxiously until her
sister's orgasm was over and then she attacked. "Queen
Thema, it is time you go. The ceremonial rituals will
be finished soon. Baako be home soon... you go," she
whispered to her older sister. "You go. I look after
Sarge's woman."
Her emotions were still sky-high and her heart raced,
but Thema knew enough to leave. She practically ran
out of the small abode and headed for home without
another thought of protecting the defenseless white
woman. Nia instantly jumped into bed with Susan and
was naked in the blink of an eye. Susan caught a
glimpse of the departing Thema, but there was no time
to dwell on what had just happened.
Susan was a strong, serious woman, but no match for a
spoiled African princess. She was locked in a tight
embrace in no time and nothing she did prevented Nia's
clever seduction. Even in a dazed state, Susan
performed admirable cunnilingus. Her head was held
captive and forced between Nia's crudely splayed legs.
Nia intertwined her long fingers in Susan's curly hair
and pulled the woman's head into her crotch. Susan's
mouth covered the leaking slit and she tongued the
writhing princess until the obvious signs of orgasm.
Then she thrust her finger into Nia's honey-hole and
finger-fucked her like an experienced beast.
One violent convulsion followed by another and then it
was a steady stream of body-shaking convulsions, which
tore through Nia's inner being. It was an earth-
shaking orgasm and the best part was the fact the
night was still young. When the climax slowly came to
an end, Nia turned her complete sexual appetite on
Susan. She easily overcame any pity protests from her
white slave and relished having complete control over
such an adorable woman.
***
Susan had a terrible feeling in the pit of her stomach
when she woke up. Her head throbbed like crazy from
the extensive sedatives consumed and she immediately
tried to recall anything that happened. 'Oh gawd, what
have I done?' Susan glanced to her left and observed a
peaceful Nia sleeping. She didn't have to look under
the covers to know she was completely naked and
shivered with the thought of being promiscuous with
the young stranger.
The sleeping princess cupped her right boob and Susan
was afraid to move, or move the girl's hand from her
tit. All of a sudden Nia's dark eyes opened and a big
smile crossed her face. Susan stared into the
paralyzing eyes and felt a sudden tug on her nipple,
which instantly turned into a rock-hard pebble. Her
stomach was a sea of stormy waves and the trance was
broken in a heartbeat by a loud knock at the door. In
less than a second Nia was out of bed. It took the
teenager mere seconds to dress and rush to the door.
Susan heard Nia greet a guest and she recognized the
man's voice right away. At first glance, Sarge was
scared. He entered the bedroom and the look on Susan's
face was one of shear agony. He went to her side and
quickly sat down on the edge of the bed.
"I'm okay... really. I just had too much to drink last
night," Susan whispered. "And I'm not used to
drinking."
"Yes! The drink here is different. I should have
warned you," Sarge replied.
"My head... gawd, it is pounding so bad that I think
it might explode."
"Go back to sleep. Get more sleep... you feel better."
Sarge leaned over and held her. He hugged Susan and
tenderly put her head against his muscular chest.
Instantly Susan closed her eyes feeling tremendous
relief yet some nagging images of haunting events of
the past few hours flashed through her head. Suddenly
one of her nipples throbbed and a bright, vivid
flashback of a beautiful princess filled her mind. She
could still feel dark mesmerizing eyes of Nia from
when the young woman molested her boobs.
Susan squeezed her eyes shut a little harder and it
merely clicked over to another image. Her legs were
crudely spread wide and a hungry lioness was
performing magically cunnilingus on her. Susan had
never had sex with a woman before last night and
suddenly she realized she could never say that again.
More erotic images flashed through her mind and each
one detailed herself in the throes of one orgasm after
another.
"Yes, more sleep and I'll be okay," Susan whispered.
"Just a few more minutes and I'll be good." With an
abrupt jerk, she sat up in bed. "OMG, Marie! I was
supposed to protect her." It was like a slap on the
cheek when she got hit with guilt for not being with
her sister during a night of joyous celebrations.
Sarge also had the lingering effects of a late night
and too much to drink. He wrapped his arm around Susan
and hugged her a little tighter. "Sister okay. She
with Mosi and he protect her. Mosi very dependable,"
Sarge whispered. "They spend night together."
Susan pulled back a bit and looked for some
clarification. "She what? They did what?"
"Sister his woman. Mosi want Marie for wife... marry
her."
"What?"
"She come back to city... live with Mosi in city."
"Can I see her? I want to see her."
"You rest... then we go. She with Mosi now and stay
with him until we go back to city this evening."
It was settled. She would sleep for a little while and
then Sarge would guide her around the village in the
afternoon. He also outlined their schedule for later.
They would stay in the village until about 7 o'clock
before leaving for his home in the city. Susan
welcomed the fact Sarge promised her sister would go
with her and also that Marie was safe and sound.
***
Marie had the best rest and although it was bright and
sunny in the bedroom, it didn't prevent her from
sleeping. Her eyes remained closed and she welcomed
the warm, humid air over the front of her body, as she
spread out on the bed beside Mosi. There was no need
for blankets and she savored the quiet solitude.
Her daydream was abruptly interrupted by the sound of
people entering the bedroom. Marie's first inclination
was to reach for covers, but Mosi grabbed her arms
before she grabbed the blankets. They both sat up and
faced the two visitors. "Not worry. Duna and Amara
here to serve you. They are servants... for you and
for me," he said. "They bring something to eat."
Marie was flabbergasted. She noticed Mosi wave his
hand and suddenly the two teenagers walked across the
room each carrying a tray of food and drinks. It might
have appeared very futile, but Marie tried for modesty
by placing an arm across her chest and a hand over her
pelvis. The supposed servants acted on prearranged
orders. Marie was unaware that Mosi's status in the
tribe entitled him to special privileges whenever he
visited the village.
Duna who was a teenage boy carried his tray to Marie,
setting it in her lap. Amara who was one of the
prettiest girls in the tribe served Mosi in the same
manner. Marie noticed how the girl didn't take her
eyes off Mosi and in particular how she grinned with
admiration when staring at his obvious male endowment.
Amara set her tray in front of her master and Marie
was positive she purposely let her hand rest on top of
Mosi's muscular thigh.
Marie's tray sort of balanced on her upper thighs and
then Duna served her a glass from the tray. Marie
reluctantly moved her arm from her chest and took the
glass from the teen. She didn't know what else to do
so she drank and actually found it a little familiar
and refreshing.
It was common practice for members of the tribe to use
an aphrodisiac even though it probably wasn't needed
or required. Mosi guzzled his drink and started eating
because he was famished. He welcomed the warm fuzzy
feeling after the drink and encouraged Marie to relax
and enjoy the moment. Luckily the fast acting drug put
her at ease and before long she joined Mosi. It had
been hours since she ate and Marie ignored the two
teenagers, as she devoured the much needed food.
Her inhibitions were quickly removed and it didn't
take long before her head was spinning like it had
only hours earlier. When they finished with the trays,
Duna and Amara took them away. Marie felt much better
being alone with Mosi and she readily followed his
lead when he got out of bed. He led the way to the
bathroom and since they were already naked, there was
no delay getting ready for a shower.
Marie stood beside Mosi expecting to join him in the
shower. She jumped in reaction to the two teenagers
entering the small bathroom. Unable to say a thing,
Marie stood motionless and quiet when Amara stepped
into the shower and held the door for her master. Mosi
quickly joined the teenager and without delay the teen
went to work.
Marie's eyes opened so wide that they hurt. She stared
into the shower enclosure and watched Mosi receive
total devotion from a capable servant. Amara washed
and massaged Mosi, as he stood perfectly still with
his arms down at his sides. Marie almost collapsed
when she noticed Amara apply soap to Mosi's midsection
and then concentrate on his noticeable hardon. The
girl used both hands to stroke the hard penis and all
the while hold it straight out from his hips.
Marie gasped when Amara dropped to her knees, as she
devoured the head of Mosi's cock. She heard Mosi moan
and let out numerous groans when most of his cock
disappeared inside Amara's mouth. Amara's blowjob was
very memorable and Marie couldn't take her eyes off
the immoral sight. Somehow the teen knew to masturbate
her master and at the same time suck his illustrious
cock. Marie stood mesmerized by the illicit act and
time seemed to stand still, as she watched Mosi go
through sexual bliss.
There was movement to her right, but the blowjob scene
was too powerful to resist. The thought of spying on
the sinful act sent a shiver up her spine yet nobody
else cared that she watched. Suddenly Mosi uttered a
few grunts and groans, as he blasted molten lave into
Amara's mouth, and Marie remained motionless. At the
end the girl stroked the long penis a few times, as if
she was thirsty for the last drops of cum, and then
she stood up. Amara acted like nothing happened and
simply finished washing and rinsing her master's body.
Marie's mouth hung open when Mosi stepped out of the
shower. He whispered some directions to the two eager
servants in his African dialect and then he moved off
to one side.
Amara stood in the shower with her hand out. "Come
mistress. I wash... make body feel good," the girl
whispered. "Amara and Duna make mistress happy."
There was movement beside her. Suddenly Marie realized
Duna had stripped and the teen was naked in
anticipation of taking a shower with her. She never
resisted when Duna guided her by the elbow towards the
enclosure or when Amara grabbed her hand and pulled
her into the shower. The door remained open and
without delay her servants started their scripted
task. Amara stood in front and Duna behind and the two
quickly rubbed soapy lotion all over her nakedness.
Her eyes fluttered and the most helpless feeling came
over her, as she was unsure of what was next. Marie
peered back at Mosi and the radiant smile across his
handsome face told how happy and pleased he was. Hands
were everywhere, but thankfully there was no lingering
or pausing. Amara milked her big titties, as if they
were extremely dirty, and in no time the ends got
overly erect. Duna scrubbed her back and the clever
teenager didn't forget to wash her shapely backside.
Her mind was in turmoil. The slippery lotion covered
her entire body when the two servants closed in on
her. A hand slipped between her thighs and Marie felt
her knees go weak. Her legs wobbled, but she managed
to stay upright, as Amara cupped her curved pelvis.
Duna skillfully rubbed his hard cock all over her butt
and even teased her by pushing it against her slippery
thighs. Occasionally the head slipped into the soapy
crotch, causing her to flinch when it grazed her
pussy.
Amara's hand easily slipped into the heated crotch.
Her skilled fingers instantly found the control button
and that was obvious when Marie uttered many
unrecognizable animal sounds. Marie's body rose
upwards and it was supported by the two teenagers, as
she stood on her tiptoes. Amara reached into the
furnace and grabbed the delicate clitoris with her
fingers. Duna attacked from behind.
Duna caressed the crack of her ass and then his
fingers found her vulnerable asshole. He teased and
taunted until hearing numerous pleas for him to stop
and then he crouched down and fingered her pussy. It
was not hard to determine that the supposed mistress
was now a slave and the servants were suddenly the
aggressors. Marie never imagined experiencing an
orgasm while standing yet her emotions got out of
control in a hurry.
The teenage girl was somewhat taller than Marie and
she used one arm to hug her mistress into her lithe
body. Her other arm snaked down between the wet
bellies and into the sweltering pelvis. She held onto
the throbbing clitty with a death-grip and displayed
her ultimate control. "Mistress happy?" Amara twirled
the clitty between her fingers and continued.
"Mistress want more?"
"No... dear gawd, no," Marie moaned.
"Mistress want Amara to keep touching pussy?"
"No, please stop."
"Mistress want climax on Duna's finger?"
"Dear gawd, no!"
Amara tightened her arm that was around Marie so that
their tits mashed together. Then she put her lips next
to Marie's flushed ear. "Mistress want to show Mosi.
Show Mosi she love him," she whispered.
Marie never thought of it or that she had such
feelings. She had starred in movies, but no acting
talent was needed for this movie. Her body belonged to
two teenagers and her mind to a shrewd man. Her head
rolled to one side and she glanced towards the open
doorway at the man who was like no other. She squinted
and noticed a smiling Mosi giving his approval. Marie
summoned one last valiant effort to calm her rising
desires, but it was short lived as her hips suddenly
jerked out of control.
Amara used her precious clitoris like her personal
sex-toy and Duna finger-fucked her like a demon. The
first spasm was short and swift, but the next was
longer and far more severe. Her hips started jerking
to the beat of the African drums and then they thrust
randomly at first the damning fingers and then back at
the finger dildo. When the climax ended, the teenagers
acted like nothing happened. They both cleansed her
womanly body, as she tried to regain her sanity, and
then each grabbed a towel to dry her off.
Marie thought her ordeal was finished, but she greatly
underestimated Mosi's African desires. The two
teenagers lifted her and easily carried her out of the
shower, as their insatiable aspiration for pleasing
their mistress or master continued. The teens ushered
her into the bedroom and over to the bed where Mosi
waited. He was already lying on his back and it was
very apparent what was on his stimulated mind.
Marie stood motionless beside the bed and she stared
at Mosi's stellar manhood, which hovered at a 45-
degree angle over his abdomen. Amara took one of her
arms and Duna the other. The teens jostled her until
she was on the bed, crouching directly on top of Mosi
with her knees spread wide on either side of his
thighs. Afterwards she could blame it on the African
sedatives or some uncommon animal lust, which readily
penetrated her normal reasoning.
The ensuing adventure would remain etched in her mind
forever despite the drugs. She looked into Mosi's dark
eyes and knew he was the one. Her lips moved, as if
indicating her reluctance at being touched by the
teenagers, when the two prodded her forward until her
crotch actually grazed the throbbing hard-on. Then
they each pushed downward on her shoulders and the
resulting intimate contact sent numerous shivers up
and down her backbone.
Mosi placed his strong hands on the sides of her hips.
He easily lifted Marie up a little and allowed one of
his servants to fulfill his demands. Marie uttered a
dire gasp when the cock-head split her moist labia and
her breathing grew ragged in a matter of milliseconds.
One moment she balanced on top of the many inches of
rock-hard cock and the next it was in her belly. Mosi
let go of her hips and allowed her torso to settle on
top of his midsection.
Marie stared down at her lover and noticed how his
eyes focused on her chest. Her body sort of swayed and
shuddered causing her boobs to do the same and Mosi
didn't take his eyes off her luscious tits. Marie
realized the teenagers weren't going away and the
realization didn't bother her anymore. It was outright
crazy. She never shared any man, especially the man of
her dreams, but suddenly the thought wasn't too
horrifying.
The erection was buried deep and Marie tried to retain
a measure of composure. She didn't want to display
lost passion or too much lust in front of strangers so
she tried to recompose herself. Amara sat cross-legged
on her right while Duna was on her left and they
actually brushed against her legs. Marie had to look
away from Mosi or else his intimate stare would
destroy her resolve. She turned her head and looked at
the teenager's pretty face, which was etched with
undying passion.
Marie's gaze dropped. She settled on the girl's chest,
as it heaved in and out, and noticed how the boobs
were not huge, but certainly a good handful. The
extraordinary nipples stood out from the perky tits
and Marie shivered at the wonderment of feeling them.
Then her eyes lowered and drifted across the taut,
flat stomach and onto the sparsely covered pelvis.
Marie was simply amazed by the attractive girlish
feature and then she noticed Amara's crotch.
Amara sat with her legs crossed and proudly exposed
her rich charms to her master and mistress. Marie
stared at the wetness between Amara's thighs and she
was overwhelmed with guilt because of the intimate
feelings for another woman. She abruptly turned her
head to the other side, but that was worse. She
instantly stared at a large, black cock, which was
being waved around and around by the witty teenager.
Mosi jerked his hips up and down a few times. Marie
was well aware of the stimulating contact in her
deepest regions and she tried to focus on something
else. Her man was fucking her while his two servants
sat close by and watched the entire session. Being
surrounded by others during a sexual encounter was
something new to Marie and she should have considered
it weird yet it wasn't.
All of a sudden Mosi whispered an order to Amara. The
teenager slowly bent over and pushed her perky tits
into her master's face. There was some jealousy, as
Marie turned her head and watched the brazen titty
assault, but it quickly passed when convulsions
erupted in her belly. Marie struggled to control the
rising lust. Suddenly Mosi stopped sucking the teen's
tits and he whispered something else to Amara.
The convulsions got stronger and much closer together.
Marie's body was on fire and then the teenager proved
her unreserved dominance over a willing mistress.
Amara got to her knees and she shoved her boob at
Marie. She forced some of her tit into Marie's mouth
and wasn't happy until her nipple was between the
sharp teeth. It was virtually scripted beyond anything
Marie expected. She sucked the teenager's nipple and
then unbelievably she cupped the other titty, which
made the teen extremely happy.
Her body was in motion and moved up and down, as Mosi
grew more and more impatient. He gave another order
and this one proved fatal to Marie's control when Mosi
gave Duna permission to molest Marie. Duna's hands
were everywhere. He crouched behind Marie and kissed
the back of her shoulders and neck, before reaching
around her chest to molest her tits. Duna used his
left hand to squeeze and fondle the luscious tits
while ensuring both nipples received plenty of brash
caressing. His right hand slipped under her boobs and
carved a path down to the Promised Land.
It was hard to tell who climaxed first. When the
damning fingers latched onto her clitoris, Marie
experienced an incredible orgasm. Her body was caught
between two overzealous teenagers and it bounced up
and down on Mosi's manly cock. She simply went with
the flow and lust consumed her entire inner being.
Each tremor caused her to sink her teeth into Amara's
titty yet the girl refused to remove her tit from
Marie's harmful mouth, as she cried out from the
painful nibbling.
The spasms continued for the longest time. Her belly
was full of African cum however she wasn't upset. She
welcomed the caring hands, as they tenderly shifted
her off of Mosi's hips, and left her lying beside the
man. Marie nestled beside Mosi and welcomed his
strong, protective arms around her thoroughly
exhausted body. All that mattered was having him next
to her and knowing he adored her. When the two
teenagers didn't leave the room, she wasn't too
surprised or upset.
Marie didn't realize what lay ahead. She prepared to
doze off and it felt nice being next to Mosi so she
hardly noticed Amara when the girl snuggled up to him.
There was some nervous giggling and lots of whispering
before the two came to an agreement, which was obvious
by wide smiles on their faces. Marie had heard of
women experiencing multiply orgasms, but she really
didn't put much faith in it really happening to her.
Amara rolled over her master and settled on top of
Marie's lower body. She glanced into Marie's startled
eyes and the grin on the teen's pretty face sent an
ominous message. Marie watched the teenager wrap her
arms around her hips in a tight embrace and she
shivered realizing there was no escape. The horny
teenager was determined to satisfy all of her master's
wishes and she took control.
Marie was forced to look away when Mosi kissed her and
then he put his lips next to her ear. "They must
learn. Amara and Duna must serve and make you happy,"
he whispered, giving her ear a peck. "First Amara...
then Duna!"
Suddenly her legs were spread. Amara released her hold
on Marie's hips and forced the velvety thighs apart so
her shoulders slipped between them. The girl's head
was directly above Marie's pelvis and there was a
momentary pause. Marie was positive her heart would
stop when Amara blew hot whiffs of air across her
pelvis. The cunning teen made sure to caress the
obvious wetness with each hot breath and Marie
struggled to breathe. "Noooo... naaaa, naaaa," she
moaned.
Mosi kissed her ear and used his tongue for more
affect. "They servants. Amara and Duna your servants,"
he said. "Both serve you."
Suddenly Marie felt her labia spread by a gifted
tongue and there was a fleeting moment when she held
her breath. An open mouth slithered into her slit and
devoured her throbbing clitoris. In the next instant,
both her heart and breathing increased at a frantic
rate. Cunnilingus was something any woman found
irresistible and Marie was certainly no exception. She
felt her swollen clitty slapped back and forth by the
girl's tongue and then Amara's teeth carefully nibbled
on the clit.
Marie bit her bottom lip not wanting to succumb to the
evil temptation. Amara wouldn't stop. She sucked and
nibbled the pink clitty and occasionally used her
tongue to lightly caress the womanly treasures. The
clit seemed to expand and soon it was too stiff to
move around. Then Amara displayed a frenzied licking
ability. Each stroke started at the upraised pelvis
and her tongue lashed down across the pulsating clit,
through the soaked slit, across the barren area and
all the way to the waiting asshole.
Amara circled the hole a few times with her tongue and
then poked it in a teasing fashion. Marie's hips
jerked wildly and then every muscle tightened when the
tongue ventured upward again, across the wasteland,
through the slit until finding the clitty again. Amara
felt the womanly body sort of quiver and the threat of
Marie losing control was evident. She paused and began
blowing on the wetness, letting her hot breath sooth
the burning flesh.
Marie's hips quieted and Amara attacked. The teen
rammed her tongue at the tempting honey-hole,
pretending to use a small penis on Marie. Amara tried
to insert her tongue all the way inside the heated
cavity and she felt the hips go wild. This time she
was ready. Amara shifted her mouth up about an inch
and gobbled on the exposed clitoris. All of the clit
was inside her volcanic mouth and she used her teeth
to hold it steady. Then she rolled the clitty around
inside her mouth with her tongue and listened for the
telltale signs.
The dire moan was music to her ears. Amara jammed her
long middle finger into the honey-hole. She curled her
finger and used the tip to rake the vulnerable g-spot,
which was traumatic for Marie. Lying in the arms of
the one man she adored didn't prevent the ultimate
surrender, as Marie climaxed. A gush of womanly juice
drained out of her inner being and the teenager wasn't
satisfied until she had consumed every ounce.
Marie looked at Mosi's face and she knew there was no
hope. There was a look of reassurance on his face and
she realized a second bout of cunnilingus was on the
horizon. The robust commotion took Marie a little off
guard, as the two teenagers switched positions, but
she didn't have time to evade Duna. He had permission
to do anything except actually fuck Marie. Watching
Amara's outstanding cunnilingus was the biggest turn-
on and he wanted the same thing.
Duna pushed Amara aside and instantly assumed the
required position between Marie's splayed legs. His
fingers pinched the swollen labia and spread them
enough to see the pink gem. What Marie discovered
would leave an impression on her fragile morality. A
male was not as careful, not as tender or not as
loving as a female. Duna's rough, harsh treatment
didn't necessarily mean the sex wasn't good. Her
clitoris was completely devoured by Duna and the teen
used his teeth in a chewing manner rather than
nibbling on the delicate clitty.
Marie's screams were that of lust mixed with pain when
Duna thrust his long, slender finger into her ass.
Suddenly cunnilingus and finger-fucking got a new
meaning. Her hips came off the bed and thrust madly at
the hungry mouth. One finger pounded in and out of her
ass and the sharp teeth raked back and forth across
the enlarged clit. Marie wasn't sure another orgasm
was possible, but then Duna surprised her. He shifted
so that his head was on her chest and his mouth
sucking one of her neglected nipples.
Duna's fingers of his left hand seized the prized
jewel and he squeezed the clitty so hard she yelled
out loud. Then he thrust his middle finger of his
other hand into her cunt. When he added the
forefinger, she lost control. Marie humped his hands,
as another orgasm burst from her deepest regions. Her
juices flowed freely giving the fingers more oil,
which enabled Duna's finger-fucking to take her over
the top.
The nonstop sex was too much. Marie rolled over the
mountain of ecstasy and instantly passed out from
total exhaustion. She didn't know how long she slept,
but eventually there was whispering in her ear.
"Sister visit. Sister here and wants to see you,"
Amara informed her.
The teen noticed how Marie looked around apparently
wondering where Mosi was and what was happening.
"What? Susan is here?"
"Yes, sister here. Visit you," Amara repeated. She
noticed that Marie still looked confused so Amara
tried to clarify what was happening. "Mosi gone. Sarge
bring sister here then Mosi leave with him. They go
for some more tribal celebration. We here... serve
you."
Suddenly Duna appeared in the doorway of the bedroom
and he was holding her clothes. Not that there were
many, as he simply held out a dress and a pair of
sandals. It seemed senseless asking the two teenagers
to leave so she didn't. Marie reluctantly got out of
bed and it felt strange when Duna helped her put on
the dress while Amara helped with the sandals. It was
a very skimpy dress and Marie marveled at how much
cleavage showed and she noticed that Duna never took
his eyes off her chest.
Dressed and ready, the three exited the bedroom and
went to meet Susan. Marie had people who waited on her
because of her fame, but she never expected the
devotion displayed by these two servants. Both Amara
and Duna made it very obvious they were her servants
and would do anything she demanded. They followed her
into a large living room and remained beside her when
she approached her sister.
Susan only saw her sister walk across the room and her
jaw dropped. If it wasn't Marie, she might have
considered the overly provocative appearance to be
attractive and appropriate for the heat of the
afternoon. Instead Susan was shocked by the extremely
low-cut dress, which clearly showed off most of
Marie's luscious boobs. What surprised her most was
the sight of the black tattoo that was half exposed by
the 'v' opening of the dress. Her mouth hung open and
Susan wasn't able to say a word.
Marie grinned because she realized that her sister was
awestruck and speechless. "You look great. Sorry to be
late, but I didn't realize it was so late in the day,"
she said. "This beautiful creature is Amara and this
is Duna," Maria informed Susan, as she waved her hand
at each teenager.
"Yes. I... I... I've been looking for you. Wa... wa...
wondering if you're okay," Susan responded with a
slight stutter.
Marie noticed her sister staring at her chest. A
moment of instant rebellion hit her and she acted
without thinking. "I was thinking of getting another
tattoo. One to match this one," she said. Marie
promptly pulled the dress off to the side and totally
revealed her left boob. "What do you think?"
Susan was almost too shocked to react. She glanced
over at the young male who had his eyes glued to the
bare breast. "Sis... Marie what the hell are you
doing? You're acting like tramp," she whispered.
"Can't you see he's looking?"
"It's okay. Duna has seen me naked," Marie responded.
"What? You must be crazy. Acting like some whore... a
common slut."
Suddenly Amara insisted that Marie sit down on a
chair. She had a brush and comb in her hand and it was
obvious she wanted to do Marie's hair, as she made
hand gestures to her mistress. "You sit. I brush...
comb... braid hair," Amara said.
Marie sat down with the assistance of Amara. The front
of her dress sort of fell back into place and although
it didn't completely cover her boob, it did hide the
nipple. Instantly Amara began brushing her hair, as
the sisters chatted casually for a few minutes. This
removed the tension between the two, but then Duna
moved to action. Without being asked, the teen started
administering a foot massage, as he knelt on the floor
in front of Marie.
Marie continued talking with her sister, as if it was
the most natural thing in the world to have two
servants. Amara finished brushing and combing and then
the girl began an arduous task of putting braids in
Marie's hair. Susan had taken a chair that was
basically in front of Marie and slightly off to one
side. She watched Amara's expert fingers fly through
the long strands of hair and rapidly shape the braids,
which made her sister look younger and very beautiful.
Susan sat a mere four or five feet in front of her
sister and it was impossible to miss the capable foot
massage. Her eyes got bigger when Duna held one of
Marie's feet in the air, which forced her leg to rise
as well. His fingers expertly rubbed the dainty foot
and then he shifted the leg to the side. Susan noticed
the hem of Marie's short dress ride up her thighs and
then the shadows disappeared from between the milky
thighs.
Susan would never know if the teenager's actions were
done on purpose of if it was purely an accident. Her
breath caught when she stared at Marie's bare crotch
and wondered what had possessed her innocent sister.
Duna's face was between Marie's knees and he stared
straight ahead. The dress moved up and up until the
hem was bunched at the top of her thighs. Susan
noticed how Duna never stopped massaging Marie's feet
and his eyes never left her crotch. She didn't need an
imagination to know what the teenager was thinking.
The bald pussy was brazenly visible. As silly as it
sounded, Susan tried to think back to the last time
she saw her sister naked. It had to be when they were
teenagers and suddenly Susan couldn't contain herself.
"Sis! For gawd sake, cover yourself." Her voice was
shaking and she found it hard to stay calm. "He's
looking at you."
Marie noticed the puzzled expression on her sister's
face so she decided to have some more fun. "When Duna
and Amara are done with me, they are more than willing
to give you a massage and braid your hair." Staring
straight at her sister, Marie held her legs spread.
"You're far too uppity and need something to loosen
you up."
"You're impossible. I can't believe you're letting a
kid see you."
"Susie, you have to be kidding. He's definitely not a
kid."
Susan looked into her sister's glassy eyes and shivers
rocketed up and down her backbone from the implied
statement. Without warning, it ended. Amara finished
braiding Marie's hair and she bent over to give her
mistress a departing kiss. Duna placed both of Marie's
feet on the floor and he stood up. Without hesitation,
both teens left the room, which turned eerily quiet.
Marie decided to break the silence. "I had some
trouble last night... well sort of," Marie said.
"Actually I don't remember too much, as it seems
whatever they drink around here affects me a lot."
"Yes, I know what you mean. I hope nothing serious
happened," Marie said, as she kept staring in the
direction of the departed young villagers.
Marie waved her hand in the same direction when she
explained. "Sis, you won't believe it. It's a long
story, but Mosi rescued me last night. Duna and Amara
are his servants... my servants, too."
"Yes, Sarge told me about Mosi. He also mentioned that
you might be staying... staying longer than you
planned," Susan said.
Marie confirmed the fact and went on to explain what
she remembered from the past night. She found it easy
to skip over the barn episode because the entire time
was vague because of the many drinks forced down her
throat by the crafty Nia. When she told Susan how she
was saved from a bunch of drunken partiers, Marie
mentioned her esteem gratitude towards her savior. The
sisters sat around a small table for about 30 minutes
and chatted about anything and everything.
Their conversation was eventually interrupted. Any
casual observer would have noticed an immediate
improvement in Susan's attitude when Sarge walked in
the room and in Marie's when Mosi entered. Sarge
walked up to Susan and put her in a loving embrace.
"We go soon. Time to return home," Sarge said. "Come,
we go to Zuberi's for eat... then leave for home."
***
It was late afternoon and close to the hour when
Sarge, his family and entourage returned home from the
village. Kato was a thoroughly tired young man, as he
had remained in bed with Michelle the whole time. He
lost count of time, but his contentment was very
evident by his weary state. He had numerous sexual
encounters with Michelle and all the while her husband
was competently taken care of by the two servants.
Kato wondered what man in Rodney's position wouldn't
succumb to flirtations from a sexy woman especially
when they included blowjobs and continuous
molestation?
Rodney was utterly amazed at his stamina and
rejuvenating powers, but much of it was attributed to
the drugs he consumed. He had been told about Sarge's
upcoming return and was going to get refreshed when
the most unforgettable event happened. Somehow the two
women left him alone long enough for him to use the
washroom. When he glanced at the adjourning shower, he
almost fainted.
There wasn't much doubt to what was happening inside
the brightly lit, shower stall. There was a seductive
white ass plastered against the steamy opaque glass.
The banging noises and loud grunts and groans filled
the air and it was apparent that a tall black man was
fucking a white woman. The glass was almost clear
enough to see exact details, but indistinct enough to
add immense titillation to the naughty scene.
Rodney couldn't move. He stood riveted to the floor
and watched the entire session, as first the woman
moaned for sympathy and then climaxed uttering cries
and pitiful protests. Then the worst thing happened.
Kato must have known there was someone watching so he
turned the woman around. He pushed Michelle forward
until she was flat against the glass and held her
positioned so the entire front of her body was
displayed to gawking eyes.
Rodney caught a fleeting glimpse of the thick black
knob when Kato deviously ran his cock through
Michelle's crotch and onto the steamy glass. The young
man pulled backwards and then Michelle's body came up
and off the shower floor. Her body seemed to hang in
the air and Rodney knew full well that his wife was
suspended on a long, black rod. It was the sight of
the century. Her big tits were squashed and pressed
hard into the shower glass. Her pelvis was plastered
against the glass and her legs appeared suspended and
spread wide.
Michelle's distraught face was turned sideways and her
flushed, rosy cheek was pressed flat into the glass.
Her mouth hung open in utter desperation and Rodney
noticed how she gasped and struggled for air. Kato
slammed his cock to the hilt and lifted Michelle
higher, as he sounded a tremendous grunt of triumph.
He sent a big load of African cum into the waiting
submissive mistress and claimed his right to her
womanly charms.
Rodney watched Kato having intercourse with his wife
and there was nothing he could do about it. On and on
the scene rolled and Rodney vibrated when he noticed
his wife's body twitching and seemingly thrusting
wildly at the mysterious glass wall of lust. Suddenly
he couldn't take any more and he practically ran out
of the washroom. Rodney dressed and impatiently waited
for everyone, as it was almost time for Sarge's return
from the village.
Rodney dreaded seeing his wife again, but he didn't
have to worry because Kato had everything arranged
according to Sarge's instructions. The last vision of
his wife would be one of her naked torso plastered
against the shower glass and in the throes of an
orgasm. Michelle's twisting and thrusting hips, her
brazenly squashed boobs and her agonizing face would
remain etched in his memory for all time. When Sarge
got home, he immediately informed Rodney that his next
job was in another country and that his superiors
demanded he be there within 24 hours.
***
Sarge put his feet up on his desk. He looked over at
his trusted security guard, as he hung up the phone.
"Mosi! You deserve to be rewarded for loyal service.
Yes, I will ensure she stays... stays in our country.
That was Doctor Zuhri and he just informed me that she
is pregnant. Yes, Marie Kelly is pregnant."
"I pray for it... pray for this," Mosi said.
Suddenly the urgency for Marie Kelly to fly back to
the states didn't seem that important. She walked out
of the doctors office knowing her life would change
drastically and she wasn't sure if it was for the good
or for the bad. The one thing she did know was that
returning to the states was definitely not in her
plans. Strangely the thought of staying in Sarge's
country seemed responsible, as she deemed it would be
with the one man who showed her compassion and
tenderness.
Everything fell into place days later when Sarge
hosted a big gala at his home. The news from his loyal
doctor was profound and just what he expected. Not
only was Marie Kelly pregnant, but Michelle was also
going to be a mother again. This time there was no
doubt as to whose baby it was and Kato was the
proudest expectant father. Apparently the age
difference was no problem for the young man and he
spread as much attention on Michelle as he could.
His many friends and most of his relatives attended
Sarge's party, which made for a very full house. The
proud Kato dressed in a black tux and looked much
older and wiser than any teenager. He held Michelle's
arm and escorted her around the big room introducing
her to all of his friends and relatives. Another
couple quietly sat at a table talking to close friends
and it was very obvious that the once popular actress
was happy with her decision to remain in Africa. Marie
cuddled close to Mosi and he was overly protective,
which was evident to everyone.
Sarge managed to maneuver Susan to a quiet spot so he
had her all to himself. For the first time in his life
he deemed it necessary to confide in someone. "Kato
happy son. He find right woman. He happy. They make
good couple and soon have two children," Sarge
whispered to the woman he trusted most.
"Yes, I agree. They look good together and he has
grown up since I first met him," Susan replied.
"Yes, and he very proud. Proud to have Michelle at his
side," he said. "Your sister is also a very beautiful
woman... mother. I glad she agreed to stay... raise
children here."
At first Susan had been surprised by her sister's
decision, but she quickly found the idea very
pleasing. Having Marie around was comforting and it
was the deciding factor when Susan made her decision
not to return to the states. "I'm glad Marie is
staying. It is the first time I've seen her really
fall for a man," she said. "Mosi seems to treat her
good and wants her to have the baby."
"They good couple," Sarge replied. "I talked to Zuberi
and Nia this morning. Nia very happy you stay. She has
planned a short vacation to Cape Town and wants you to
go with her."
Susan was stunned. "What? Nia, but... but?"
"My darling young niece is growing up... becoming a
real woman. She really wants to take a short trip with
you and get to know you better," Sarge said. "I think
it wonderful idea."
There was no way to tell Sarge about what happened in
the village. "Well... well, I guess seeing Cape Town
would be nice."
"Great. I have already arranged for the flight,
accommodations and everything is set. You make Nia
very happy; I very grateful," Sarge said.
Susan glanced across the room and into the dark,
mesmerizing eyes of the devious she-devil who was
staring at her. There was a wide smile on Nia's pretty
face and it sent shivers through Susan's entire body.
Suddenly the young woman started walking towards them
and each footstep caused Susan's heartbeat to increase
until it raced out of control. Nia neared and acted
extremely happy and excited. "Sarge told you? He told
you how much I want to visit Cape Town," she said.
"Yea... Yes, but...?" Susan stuttered and wondered
what excuse she could use to get out of her dilemma.
"Everything is set... planned. We can leave the day
after tomorrow," Nia whispered, grabbing Susan's hand.
"Come... I want to tell you everything. Tell you how
exciting it will be. Come, where it is quiet so we can
talk."
Susan looked at Sarge in desperation. She wanted him
to say, 'no, you can't leave the party,' but she was
disappointed. "You go. Go with Nia and she can tell
you all about the trip," Sarge said, as he hurried off
to talk to other visitors.
Her feet moved without even taking a step, as Nia
sternly ushered Susan out of the crowded room. They
entered a pantry or some storeroom, which was off the
kitchen, and Nia quickly slammed the door shut,
leaving them in deathly quiet darkness. It was so
eerie and solemn and Susan felt her heart rate
increase again until the darkness made it extremely
difficult to breath.
Abruptly she was kissed. She fell backwards, but
didn't fall because Nia held her upright with a
hugging embrace. Susan fell against the closed door
and her head hit the hard wood. Nia slammed into her
in a display of shear power and brute force. It took
every ounce of willpower to break the kiss and turn
her head. "Dear gawd, not here... not now. Someone
could come in," Susan whispered.
She couldn't remember being in a darker room or one so
small. The hot, burning breath from Nia washed across
her flustered cheek and made her temperature rise sky-
high. The young princess was slightly taller than
Susan and a lot stronger. All of a sudden it felt like
her ear had been chewed off. Sharp teeth bit hard on
her ear and the young woman hissed through clenched
teeth. "I want you. You Sarge's goddess and his white
woman, but you're my whore. I'm going to fuck you just
like the other night. Fuck you now. Fuck you in Cape
Town. Fuck you whenever I want!"
Susan was positive her ear was bleeding and then her
head was turned. Another kiss ensued and it was
impossible to stop the tongue from breaking through
her clenched teeth. Nia thrust her tongue into the
gaping mouth and taunted her reluctant mistress. When
the young woman reached down with her right hand, she
easily found the hem of Susan's dress and pulled the
garment up to the woman's slim waist.
Susan tried to standup higher on her tiptoes, but she
couldn't escape the deliberate molestation. Nia cupped
her pelvis and purposely slipped her fingers into the
tight gap between Susan's upper thighs. It was
impossible to stand any higher. Susan balanced like a
ballerina and then a finger pressed into her puffy
labia. Nia pushed the wet panties between the wet lips
and instantly found the truest gem. She yanked her
middle finger and squashed the hardened clitty into
the bony pelvis.
When she heard a pitiful whimper come out of the
breathless woman, Nia squeezed the captured clitoris.
The bud was between her strong fingers and she rolled
it around vigorously bringing more moans out of Susan.
About the last thing in the world Susan wanted to do
was succumb to such a devious youngster. She broke the
kiss and twisted her head to the side in preparation
to utter violent protests, but Nia spoke first. "You
whore. If you don't fuck right now, I yell for Sarge."
Susan was no harlot, but she wasn't prepared for Nia's
act of superiority. She tried hard to calm her
breathing, as Nia pinched her precious clitty. The sly
teenager shifted her fingers and deftly slid them
under the wet panties. She regained the secure hold of
the clitoris and squeezed. Nia felt Susan's stomach
heaving in and out and knew the woman was desperate
and ready to surrender.
Susan's ears were finely tuned for any noise, which
might bring someone to discover the secret encounter.
She opened her mouth to protest and without warning
Nia put her lips at the side of Susan's head. "You my
whore. Prove you my whore or I scream," she whispered.
Nia ran her tongue around Susan's ear in most taunting
manner, demanding a worthy response. "You fuck like
whore or else!"
The darkness was compelling and totally overwhelming.
She knew it wasn't just an idle threat and that Nia
would not show mercy. Susan reasoned she might
overcome Nia's molesting under better circumstances,
but it seemed impossible to fight off the young
woman's assault in the frightening darkness. Nia's
hands were everywhere. Suddenly one hand was inside
the top of her dress and then one of her boobs was
exposed. The teenager quickly twisted around and
gobbled the titty with her greedy mouth, sucking on
the nipple like a hungry baby.
Nia rolled the hard bud around and around and Susan
puffed out her chest, as if demanding more. It was one
of those fabulous orgasms, which seemed to come from
nowhere and swelled to great heights in a matter of
seconds. The young woman slammed Susan against the
wooden door. She sucked the entire nipple into her hot
mouth and ravaged the throbbing clitty until it was
time. Susan's breathing had quickened and so did the
beating of her heart when Nia felt the damn burst.
Susan arched her back in a futile attempt to get away,
but it was too late. She didn't realize that holding
off and prolonging the orgasm merely made the climax
more explosive. The lubrication flowed freely from her
inner being and the oil made it easier for the strong
fingers to swirl her clitoris around. When another
kiss ensued, Susan didn't resist. Her whole body
shuddered and one violent convulsion followed another,
as the devious African princess swallowed up her soul.
Guilt-ridden and embarrassed by the untimely climax,
Susan received yet a bigger shock when they exited the
small hideout. Sarge had no idea what Nia was up to
and the last thing he ever imagined was a lesbian
affair, as that was never considered in his country.
"Our president called and he is sending us to Geneva
next weekend," he informed Susan. "I am to attend
meetings and will be tied up during the day, so I've
decided that Nia will come with us," he said, smiling
at Susan and then Nia.
"I'm thrilled... absolutely thrilled," Nia responded.
"Cape Town this weekend and Geneva next."
"I'm sure Susan can show you a lot of womanly things.
You can learn a lot from such a fine woman," Sarge
said to Nia.
Nia nodded to her uncle and then stared straight into
Susan's eyes, as she held the steady gaze for the
longest time. "Yes, I'm sure. She can show me many
things... how a real woman should act."
Susan trembled as Sarge took her by the arm. They
rejoined the party and life in the quiet African
country grew more interesting and dramatic with each
passing day.
THE END
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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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