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What else could she do? Michelle's gorgeous face was etched with pure agony, which looked exactly like pure ecstasy to Rodney. She was no longer a wife... a ******... an upstanding member of the community. Michelle was a hussy, a jezebel, and a wanton slut who was suddenly filled with profound lust. She couldn't stop her hips thrusting madly at Emu. She hated the man. There was no love or tenderness. There was nothing but sheer hatred and raging lust.

Her body belonged to an African. Michelle could not fathom any orgasm lasting forever but she thought the earthquake of desire would never end. The bastard beside her shoved his vulgar finger into the crack of her ass threatening to invade her last sanctuary. Sarge laughed out loud at her desperate measures, as she tried not to succumb to his dastardly demands.

Emu fucked her precious honey hole like there was no tomorrow. There were three overpowering guards and Michelle was their slave. The intense convulsions consumed every bit of her sanity and she rode the erotic roller coaster at breakneck speed. Her orgasm climbed to the highest peak and she opened her eyes wide realizing how far she had risen. Spasms and quakes erupted in her epicenter, as she teetered on the crest just before letting go.

Sarge had never witnessed such untamed passion. He felt the muscles of Michelle's butt cheeks tighten knowing she was in the midst of a violent climax. The blackmail had worked to perfection and he was extremely satisfied. Sarge kept up a verbal triad whispering in Michelle's ear ensuring she was conscious of her husband watching her ultimate demise.

The roller coaster was already on the downward tracks when Emu let go. He arched his back, as much as possible, and then rammed his swollen pecker, balls deep, with a savage thrust of his strong hips. Again and again he drove his hips into her crotch and every time he did, he jettisoned a stream of torrid lava in her deepest regions. The intense heat inflamed her mind with a fiery lust that Michelle had only dreamed about. She didn't understand how something so wicked and morally wrong could make her lose control?

She lapsed into an *********** state from utter exhaustion when Emu was finished ravaging her body. Sarge let her go and Michelle collapsed on the soft sofa cushions with her eyes closed. How the remaining guard got his pecker into Michelle's hand was a mystery. All of a sudden, she opened her eyes to Mosi's enlarged manhood, which was moving back and forth through her small fists. Somehow Michelle was ****** into a seated position with Mosi standing at the edge of the sofa right in front of her. She had both of her hands on his cock and her fingers were tightly wrapped around the thick shaft. The cock was so hard that she could feel the ***** surging through the swollen veins, which sent a shiver through her whole body.

Michelle would always ask why she did it? She aimed the bulbous head at her chest expecting Mosi to climax. Michelle was not disappointed when Mosi spewed cum like a raging gusher. Her eyes grew bigger watching the thick, white jets of cum shot all over her boobs. It was like a lust-consuming dream when she fisted Mosi's cock with perfect fluidity. She aimed the white cream flying from the dark, black penis so that it landed on her titties until each was coated with running streams of African cum.

Michelle wondered if the man had an endless reservoir. Every time she pumped Mosi's throbbing cock, he shot more cum at her. Nearing what she reasoned had to be the end of his orgasm, Michelle was positive someone's hand pushed her head forward. All of a sudden the pulsating cock touched her lips, and then pushed between them. Michelle fully realized it would be easy for her to jerk the spewing cock to the side and out of her mouth, but she didn't do it. Suddenly she felt her mouth filled with cum just before swallowing. Michelle deemed it was either cooperate or *********. She willingly drank the African cum acting more like an obedient white slave than a refined woman of the Western world.

All Michelle worried about was trying to explain things to Rodney. She reasoned that her actions during the traumatizing ordeal surely would have upset him. Rodney watched Sarge and his two cohorts slowly gather around his naked wife. They ****** Michelle to her feet so that she stood in the middle of the three guards. She appeared almost like a white goddess to Sarge and he vowed to ***** her husband to bring Michelle when he returned on Monday for the scheduled vote monitoring. With that in mind, he planned one more *********** before setting the couple free. Sarge peered directly into the mirror and he motioned at his two subordinate guards who were in the room with Rodney.

Rodney didn't know what to think when he saw Sarge waving into the glass. It didn't take him long to understand that his mortifying affair was not over. All of a sudden the two guards who were guarding him left the room and Rodney's eyes opened in horror when they suddenly appeared in Sarge's office prison. It took a blink of an eye before the two guards were stripped naked and then Sarge shoved his hostage to the newcomers. Michelle stumbled or tripped but she didn't fall as four strong hands caught her. The newcomers easily guided her flailing body over to a sofa where they ****** her onto her back.

Rodney wasn't even conscious that he was alone in the room. He was only aware of his lovely, devoted wife being raped by two more black men. He felt totally helpless watching the dire scene unfold. Michelle struggled but she was no match for the two determined lust-ridden men. She appeared like a rag doll when the first guard mounted her. Rodney watched the man rub his big pecker over her lustrous flesh until he was ready. Rodney held his breath when the man put the flared head of his black rod at the entrance to the pearly gates. He didn't start breathing again until the man was in full rhythm driving his massive cock in and out of his wife's precious hole.

There was nothing he could do so Rodney merely watched. The guard was overly dramatic when he finally reached the end of his long-lasting stamina. Rodney watched him empty his load of African cum into his wife who had ceased fighting the man. Rodney was more amazed than shocked at his own response. His hand was on his crotch feeling something that should not be happening under such dire circumstances.

Rodney's cock was harder than ever and he realized Michelle's turmoil had one more chapter before it was over. The last guard stood beside the copulating pair stroking his enlarged cock. It was obvious he was waiting for his turn at the sexy, white goddess.

Rodney has seen enough to drain his stamina. The front of his shorts were getting wetter and wetter. He knew enough not to touch himself but somehow he lost patience. He rubbed his crotch and made sure to push hard on the head of his cock until he felt it pulsating like mad. Suddenly the last big black man rolled on top of Michelle without any regard for her trodden emotions. Rodney had no idea of the hell his wife would endure when the last guard fucked her.

Sarge moved in close to Michelle until he could whisper in her ear. "Husband almost free man... but... but you have to do one more thing," he whispered. Sarge wrapped his fingers through her wet, curly hair and turned her head so she could look at her reflection. "He watching... watching to see his slut do it one more time. You will orgasm again... or else husband not free man!"

Tears ran from her eyes but it appeared like lost passion to onlookers. Michelle cried knowing she had lost every battle to Sarge and now she must surrender one more time. She could see the image of sharply contrasting bodies. Her vivid reflection looked small and overpowered while the man's looked large and intimidating. The guard could see what was happening with his leader humiliating the woman. He held his hips skyward letting everyone get a good picture show. His big cock hovered barely over the distraught woman.

Rodney's eyes budged at the sight of the large cock that looked like it would destroy any delicate woman. The guard acted in dramatic slow-motion. He placed the tip of his cock at the entrance of Michelle's cunt and waited. He gave everyone time to reflect on what was going to happen. When he thrust his powerful hips just enough to sink the head of his cock into the passion pit, it brought a mixture of groans and moans. Michelle uttered the loudest moan but her eyes never left the mirror. Her husband was beyond the glass and he was going to see her paltry demise even though she knew better.

The heat was more intense than the guard imagined. He gave another thrust sinking more inches of his cock into the fiery hole. Again he paused and all could see there was still space between the black and white. The guard stared into the mirror and suddenly he rammed his hips downward with all his might. All the air came out of Michelle's lungs but she did not need air at the precise moment. She held her breath while the guard began pumping his hips up and down in ravaging fashion.

All of a sudden Sarge was demanding again. "Do it... do it to save husband. You make Sarge happy when you have orgasm," he whispered knowing Rodney was oblivious to his secret taunting. "And I will know if you fake... so you no fake... or husband stay in jail!"

The roller coaster started the rampant voyage again and Michelle jumped onboard. Her emotions rose along with Sarge's orders and she found it impossible to fight the commanding man. When her hips began thrusting up at the invader, she resigned herself to the fact she was a pawn in black magic. Sarge pulled hard on her hair but ****** her face to stay pointed at the mirror. She was unaware that her legs were splayed and bent with her knees high enough to hug the guard's hips.

Rodney saw it all. The sight of two ******* going through untamed fervor and it was too much for him. He cupped the end of his prick squeezing hard on the throbbing head. Even knowing there would be immense regret for losing control to self-gratification, Rodney soaked his already wet shorts. It was probably the most embarrassing moment of his life and one he vowed to keep secret, if possible.

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The aftermath of the orgy lasted for an eternity. The whole affair had far surpassed anything Sarge hoped for and he guaranteed it would not be the last. Once all the guards were dressed in their uniforms, Sarge allowed Michelle freedom to get dressed. Relieved that the ordeal was finally over, she quickly donned her clothes.

When they all exited the office, Sarge gave more orders. "Emu! You take our visitor to waiting room. Mosi! Get husband and bring to my office. We have our meeting... now," he ordered. "I guess he not smuggle *****... someone must have planted ***** in briefcase." Sarge smiled a warm, pleasant smile sending a shiver of doubt through Michelle. As much as she despised the man, Michelle found it hard to hate him when he kept his word. It had been a most dreadful tormenting but at least they were both safe.

Mosi followed his boss's orders and he quickly brought Rodney to his office. "Please come in... sit," Sarge said, as his hand waved at a chair in front of his extra-large desk. "You lucky... not want to spend time in my jail. It not good for white man."

Rodney readily agreed and he stared at Sarge trying hard not to convey too much hatred. He was filled with great apprehension thinking about how he would get even. Rodney vowed to file a complaint with the international committee about the treatment he and Michelle endured while with the unscrupulous Security officer. He desperately wanted to get out of the country and get his wife away from the evil man's clutches.

The two men sat quietly for a brief moment, and then Sarge spoke. "Now we arrange your visit for election. On Monday... voting start at 9:00. I take you to voting stations.... you see all procedures done right."

Rodney listened and tried hard to concentrate on what Sarge was saying. He felt sort of intimidated sitting across from the powerful head of security while Mosi remained standing near the door. Mosi was an imposing figure dressed in full uniform, which included a firearm strapped to his side, and it appeared to Rodney like the guard was actually blocking the exit.

Sarge and Rodney discussed how they would conduct voting day and the days after the election. The international committee had scheduled Rodney to be in the country for five to six days depending on the outcome of the voting. He was the international delegate assigned to the capital city but he also had to visit some of the outlying areas. It was his job to ensure all voting procedures were carried out properly and according to international protocol.

All the details were worked out fairly quickly between the two men. Rodney was extremely relieved when it was time to leave but he got the shock of his life when he stood up. He watched Sarge lean to his right and flick the intercom button. "Emu! Take our beautiful guest to my place. My wife... is expecting a guest and will take care of her," Sarge said holding Rodney's stare daring the man to do something.

Sarge let go of the intercom button and spoke directly to a shivering Rodney. "No need for you to go to Cape Town. I have plenty of room at my house for your wife. You can stay in the luxury suite at the best hotel in the city." Sarge wanted to make his point so that Rodney understood how hopeless his situation had become. "I have recorded everything... everything you watched," Sarge whispered while waving a DVD case in front of Rodney's bewildered eyes.

"The international committee would not think kindly of your wife taking advantage of our hospitality. After all... you are a trusted representative. You come from a civilized country... and come to our uncivilized city taking advantage of our trust?" He spoke with a questioning tone challenging Rodney to defy his demands.

Rodney's legs almost gave out. He wondered how he could refuse the man's request without putting himself or Michelle in more jeopardy? Rodney pondered opposing Sarge's demands but suddenly he sighed, resigning himself to the fact Sarge had won. All the arguments he thought of seemed senseless. If indeed the DVD contained all the sexually explicit particulars that happened during the interrogation, nobody would believe Michelle was not a willing participant. There were times he even believed his wife acted overly enthusiastic with Sarge and his security guards.

Rodney surprised himself when he spoke. Even though his plight seemed futile, he gave one last try for a salvation. "I... I," Rodney stuttered not sure how to tell Sarge that his wife had other plans. "I'm really sorry... but Michelle has plans to do some sightseeing. She has already made arrangements to travel all around Cape Town on a tour."

"What are plans... but arrangements to be broken? She will be safe at my residence. You not worry... besides, Emu is already taking her there," Sarge said with a most confident smile on his dark, rugged face. Sarge waved the DVD case again when he spoke. "Who will people believe?"

He couldn't resist taunting his guest. "All that went on in office this afternoon... has been recorded. I have evidence of your wife seducing my guards," he said. "Also... I have evidence of you when you smuggle ***** into my country."

Rodney felt like yelling at him to say that his claims were entirely bogus and false. He fully realized the perilous position Sarge had put him in, thereby giving him no choice, but to comply with the frightening demands. Rodney struggled to accept his cruel fate realizing the man was in complete control. He tried not to imagine his precious wife spending the entire weekend in a stranger's house without anyone around to ensure her safety. Suddenly Rodney wondered if it was her safety that concerned him or was it her purity?

Sarge was relentless. "Not worry. I took the liberty to notify the international committee of your change of plans," he said handing Rodney a copy of his notification to the committee. Rodney stared at the document having a hard time focusing on the small print.

All of a sudden he noticed the time Sarge sent the notification. In bold, black print was 1530 hours, which meant Sarge had sent the message before their plane even landed in the country. Suddenly Rodney realized the man was fully capable of anything and that Sarge was shrewd and extremely manipulative.

Sarge smiled at his hapless guest, secure in the knowledge that the junta would reward him richly for securing Rodney's certification that the elections were properly carried out. What Sarge hadn't expected was Michelle being such an extraordinary woman, which turned out to be a fantastic bonus.

Rodney would never forget Sarge's parting words. "I never met white woman who fuck like that. Your wife... she squirms on big black cocks, no? She make good Blackman whore." Sarge leaned forward grinning broadly at the hapless husband. "You no worry. We not hurt her... just fuck her," he whispered in a sure, steady voice. "Whore likes big black cock. Whore wants belly full of black cum." Sarge patted his belly and roared, "Sarge can hardly wait for her belly to swell... Sarge love getting white woman pregnant!"

The hair stood up on the back of Rodney's head hearing the man laugh out loud. He could not deny what he saw when his wife was with Sarge. There was no doubt in Rodney's mind that Michelle had climaxed during the seedy affair or that she stopped fighting after an initial struggle. Rodney contemplated Michelle's fidelity over the weekend with Sarge in control of her destiny

All of a sudden he was shocked out of his daydream by Sarge's voice. "You go with Mosi. He take you to hotel. I send car for you tomorrow night... you come my place for dinner."

The man's bold statements stunned Rodney. Before he could react or respond to Sarge, Rodney found himself being led outside by Mosi who went directly to a waiting limousine. When the back door opened, the guard commanded Rodney into the backseat with a wave of his hand.

Rodney was distraught with the numerous possibilities of what Michelle would be made to do during the next 24 hours. He would be ****** to endure that many hours of misery without knowing what was happening to his lovely wife. Rodney contemplated Michelle's fidelity over the weekend with Sarge in control of her destiny. He slumped into the backseat, dejected and worried by the most vivid visualizations of his wife being manhandled, perhaps even willingly, by the domineering African.

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



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



� "Rodney... I send car for you tomorrow night.� You come my home for dinner... a dinner party I am throwing for my superior," he said making sure his voice was loud and clear.� "Your charming wife will stay in my mansion... for the next while.� Until all the election details are finished... and our junta is duly elected by the people."



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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

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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



� She merely yelled at the kids to be quiet and stop acting so *********** Michelle didn't know what to do and she waited for the woman to give her something to wear.� Suddenly one of the girls who appeared to be in her early teens came right up to Michelle.� She spoke in her native tongue but it was obvious the girl wanted Michelle to get out of the tub.



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



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



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



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



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



� Zelda even voiced her displeasure when her ******** wiped the oily cream all over both of Michelle's tits and then pulled on the enlarged nipples.� The girl squeezed both nipples at the same time and pulled outward until they each slipped out of her greased fingertips.� Ayira did this several times, laughing each time, until her ****** ordered her to stop.



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



Michelle felt like a little girl caught with her fingers in the cookie jar and she swiftly turned around so he couldn't see her flushed face.� Her fingers shook, as she tried to don the pajamas Zelda had given her.� Reaching under the gown, it was easy to slip on the bottoms but she wondered about the top.� Then she remembered the sly way women changed at a public beach and her arms were in and out of the gown enabling her to get dressed in the pajama top.
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She was standing between the two beds pondering the next move when Zelda came up to her.� "*********** They always so nosy," she whispered.� "Especially Kato... he just like his ******."



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



� The man was nothing but a scoundrel and Michelle felt guilty for falling under his control.� 'True,' she rea***ed, 'Sarge did blackmail me, but I should have been stronger.'� Now she wished that she had the courage to fight the man but that had not happened.



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



� Please... you mustn't... please don't," Michelle moaned fearing the worst.� "Oh my gawd... Kato!"�



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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

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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



Men... they like that. Sarge planned it... the whole thing and he told kids what to do," Zelda said. "It not matter what you do... they **** you if you don't cooperate."



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

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



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



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



The flowing gown was the most elegant dress Michelle had ever worn. It was a brilliant, emerald green that seemed to highlight her radiant beauty. The dress was strapless and displayed more cleavage than she would normally do, but it would make her look like the sexiest woman at the party. There was no doubt about her large breasts and her boobs looked almost too big to stay inside the top of the outfit.



Zelda somehow signaled her husband that his special guest was ready. All of sudden Sarge came into the bedroom and his eyes opened in awe. "Zelda does good job. You very pretty... like African Queen," he said admiring the gorgeous woman. "As you can see," he said waving his hand around to indicate the ongoing activity. "We are having a celebration tonight. It is to celebrate our victory... and it is very important to me."



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



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



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



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



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



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



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

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



It was a slick maneuver that placed her dainty hand in Buru's fist. "You dance... dance with our lovely guest," Sarge whispered. "You see... she best. Much better than others I bring to you."



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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

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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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

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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



"You good whore for Sarge. You good whore for Buru. Now be good whore for Kato, or else!"



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



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



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



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



"You see? Kato ready! Ready to shove his hard cock into belly. He horny... look... look! See his big cock?"



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



"***! Now you learn to satisfy a real woman. You learn cunnilingus... see what it does to a woman," Sarge said. Then Sarge let go of Michelle and pushed her onto the bed, as Kato stood up.



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



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



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



"See... he is ready, whore. Kato is ready for you," he said putting his lips next to the side of Michelle's burning face. "Open legs... open so Kato can see."



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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

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



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



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



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



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

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



"That was fantastic. ***... you witness best ****** in the jungle. An American lioness!" Sarge spoke to Kato while keeping his throbbing meat pressed against Michelle's leg. "I change mind. Watch... I screw now. Then we get white woman to do something very fantastic to you."



"***! We will get her to suck cock," he whispered. "She show you how they do sex in their country... and you see what happen when she suck your cock."



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



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



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



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



His powerful lunge knocked all the air out of Michelle's lungs and she was unable to breath for many moments Finally she gasped for much needed air and her breathing resumed in an erratic fashion.



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



I fill cunt... put babies inside whore's belly
"We fuck all night... you suck Kato... then fuck."



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



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



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



***



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



Suddenly her memory made her body shake. The ****** of all orgasms happened in the middle of the night. She was riding her stallion, Sarge, and bouncing up and down on his enlarged cock, which was inserted into her tummy. Then Kato was standing right in front of her with his feet planted on either side of his ******. He taunted his teacher with his cock by rubbing it all over her face and upper body. Her hands had nowhere to go but onto the boys hips, but then one hand slipped between the boys legs. Her dainty hand filled with Kato's balls and she jiggled them bringing the boy immense pleasure.



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



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



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



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



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



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



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




To be continued...
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The week began at a furious pace. Elections happened with Sarge ensuring Rodney saw only what the junta wanted him to see. Rodney was obligated to observe all polling stations and he had to confirm that everything was conducted according to international protocol.

Things were done merely for appearances sake, as the election outcome was really a foregone conclusion. The international community reasoned that the country was more democratic but most of the tribal people still lived under strict, dictator rule.

Rodney was extremely relieved when Sarge told him about the plan to inspect polling stations in remote villages near the capital. "Capital city is done. Now we go villages... one is village where I come from," Sarge informed Rodney. "Not take long... we check election stations. Wife come too... Michelle needs to see country... visit real people."

It seemed like an eternity since Rodney had seen Michelle. He longed for her every waking hour, overly concerned about her safety. It was early in the morning when the limo pulled up at the hotel to pickup Rodney and the couple was finally together again. When the backdoor opened and he saw his wife, Rodney felt the biggest wave of relief.


Rodney quickly got into the limo and he put his arm around Michelle's shoulders, hugging her close. "I've missed you... but I fully understand. You don't have a choice... so let's do whatever the bastard wants. Then maybe he will let us go," he whispered. "I guess we are making a visit to a small village... the one that Sarge, himself, comes from."

The visit was planned to coincide with Rodney's election scrutiny so that he could ensure all the voting procedures were carried out properly. They drove through the barren countryside until the antiquated dwellings came into view. Michelle cringed at the obvious poverty, as nothing looked modern, from old, outdated automobiles to ancient houses. The temperature was extremely hot and there always seemed to be dust in the air.


The limo drove into what looked like the center of the village, as there were many tribal men, women and ******** mulling around a large statue. Sarge, along with three of his security guards, got out of the car and one of the guards escorted Rodney and Michelle out into the bright sunshine. Michelle licked her lips trying to freshen them from the parched air. She glanced around noting that most of the men wore scant clothing designed for the hot weather and the women wore long dresses that were mere wraps of bright colored cloth.

Without much ado, Sarge ushered the couple to a building next to the village square. "This is where we voted... please go over everything. The voting slips are in that metal box over there," he said waving his hand at a large container sitting on a table. "It will take you an hour or two to check... check everything. See if all was done according to American standards."

Then Sarge led Michelle and a small group to another building leaving Rodney to do his work. There was a small gathering sitting around a large table and the table was set up with food galore. Everyone stopped eating when Sarge entered with his guests. "This beautiful woman is Michelle... and she will be our guest," he said in his native dialect. "Please... sit and let's eat."

Although she wasn't very hungry, Michelle tried to put on a brave face. She slowly glanced around the room, taking note of her surroundings. The table was long and quite narrow and the top was covered with various local foods. Besides Sarge and herself, there was an elder who appeared to be head of the village. Also sitting at the table were a half dozen young men who looked like tribal warriors. She looked closer at the men and noted that three of them were dressed differently than the other three. Also the three were definitely a little older plus they had numerous tattoos covering their bodies whereas the younger three were clean-shaven without any body markings.

"The older gentleman is Zuberi and he is the chief... leader of our tribe. We are the highest-ranking tribe in the country and all of the political leaders come from our village. The experienced, most trusted men of the tribe are sitting on Zuberi's right and they are full-fledged warriors of the tribe. The others are almost ready... and they will be initiated, as true warriors this week. It is a special ceremony and one that you American's would find interesting," Sarge said with a devilish wink.

He looked at the beautiful woman with a wide, knowing smile covering his ruggedly handsome face. The food was passed around the table and Michelle reluctantly took some fruit and bread so as not to offend anyone. After what seemed like an eternity, she started to relax a little and felt slightly more comfortable. Then a glass with a reddish ***** was passed to her, which at first taste seemed very sweet, but tasteful. Sarge encouraged her to ***** and even toasted her a couple of times but Michelle found nothing strange about his actions.

Another hour passed and suddenly Sarge whispered at her. "I must go... Rodney should be almost done his inspection," he said. Sarge stood to leave and sternly motioned for Michelle to remain seated. "You enjoy Zuberi's company. You know... these men consider you a goddess... a true African goddess. And they deem it the highest honor to be with you... in your presence."

Michelle didn't want to stay in the strange room but she didn't have enough courage to refuse Sarge's request. Even though she hated the man, she felt a pang of anxiety when Sarge departed leaving her with his tribal friends. All of the men continued to talk loud and boisterous while she tried to be as inconspicuous as possible. It seemed quite natural to pick away at the fresh fruit and sip from her glass, which seemed to mysteriously fill-up all the time.

The sound of a car's engine sent a shiver of panic up her spine. Michelle quickly stood up to look out a window and she noticed Rodney, Sarge and his guards getting into the limousine. Everything got very quiet, as she watched the car drive away in a trail of dust. Michelle desperately wanted to run after it knowing she was in a dire situation. She stood near the window with all of the men around her and each warrior had a big grin on his dark, rugged face.

All of a sudden Zuberi took her arm and led her away. Her legs wobbled so bad that Michelle had a hard time walking, as the elder ushered her into another room of the African abode. A thousand frightening things were running through her head and it all made her totally confused and bewildered. She was in a rural African village with men and women who didn't speak English and she didn't know any of them.

Michelle looked through teary eyes at a large wooden table, which was fully set up for some kind of celebration. There were four women standing at a stove in one corner of the room; three kids that appeared to be teenagers sitting against one wall, and two small ******** were playing on the floor. It all appeared like a large, family get-together but Michelle didn't feel like being friendly.

Her initial urge was to run or put up a fight. Suddenly she determined that any resistance would do no good. Michelle grudgingly allowed Zuberi to sit her down at the table and quickly all the seats were taken by the same bunch of nearly naked warriors who she met earlier. The three older tribal warriors sat across from her and Michelle noticed Zuberi had taken his rightful place at the head of the table. Then everyone started talking at once and it was all a foreign language to her so nothing made sense. It was a matter of her reading the crude gestures and Michelle quickly determined that they were going to eat.

Michelle followed the lead of the three men across from her and ate what they ate, although not as much. The native food of the villagers was completely unfamiliar to her and her stomach felt queasy eating such strange food. One, and then another, of the men would make gestures that she try certain items and they rubbed their tummy's indicating the food was very tasty. Suddenly one of the men motioned for her to take a ***** and Michelle followed his directions. The ***** looked very similar to the one she had earlier and she really didn't think anything strange about a slightly different taste. It actually quenched her thirst for the time being so she drank with a thirst from the desert-like air.

The meal lasted for the longest time and then everyone started getting up from the table. Michelle suddenly realized a dilemma so extreme she almost passed out. When she tried to stand, her legs were entirely uncooperative. It was like standing on rubber limbs and buckling knees. Instantly she realized the *****s were most likely *******. Nothing seemed funny, but she found herself laughing even though her mind was in great turmoil.

He shouted orders to everyone. Swiftly, all the younger men who were not old enough or experienced enough to be true warriors were ****** to leave the room. Also, all of the women and ******** were ordered to leave which left only a handful of men with Michelle in the sweltering room.


To her utter dismay, Michelle didn't even protest when she felt her clothing being removed. All she could do was stand upright in the man's arms until every item of clothing was stripped from her glowing body.

Completely naked and in a strange African village, Michelle felt a weird shiver of panic shoot through her body. She could see, but everything was hazy and completely out of focus. Michelle had never used ***** but if she had, she deemed this was what she would feel like. Her head spun crazily and although she was aware that things were wrong, very wrong, everything seemed perfectly all right for the moment.

Slowly her head rolled and sort of dropped down so that she could watch a black, rugged face swoop to her chest. She marveled at how white the man's teeth were and suddenly they surrounded her swollen nipple. All of a sudden another even blacker face was next to her pearly white skin and the man's mouth started sucking her other breast, as if he was a hungry baby.

Michelle fully understood. She didn't desire the two Africans to ****** her boobs, but yet, she pushed her chest outward so it was easier for them to caress her aching nipples. Suddenly sharp teeth were caressing her buds. "Yes," she hissed. They were biting her hardened nipples yet she wanted them to hurt her. All of a sudden she felt something pushing between her legs.

Every common sense and moral fiber in her body screamed for her to stop and keep her legs together. Then a foul smelling man put his mouth on hers and kissed her hard. His large, thick tongue pushed between her lips and she felt like he was going to devour her soul. Without any remorse or shame, Michelle spread her legs knowing what to expect. The eccentric ***** had made her mind willing and more than ready.


When the flared head of the warrior's manhood pushed against her wetness, Michelle rammed her hips backward at the man. She felt his spear going into her soul and the ***** urged her onward. Harder she pushed back feeling the thick shaft rake across her tender G-spot. She pushed harder until she felt the bulbous head spread her cervix but still she needed more.

Michelle used all her strength to embed the entire African cock and she wasn't satisfied until it filled her womb with searing cum. The molten lava felt as hot as the desert air yet she yearned to be an African slave. Michelle was unable to stop her hips gyrating madly and the trusted warrior was in tribal heaven. He felt his heart beating so fast that he was overpowered with a feeling of strength. The elder warrior fucked the white goddess knowing his tribal brothers would be next.

Zuberi and the rest of the tribal council about the sacred goddess but they never imagined someone so divine... and so passionate. The warrior felt the tightest vagina squeezing every last drop of virile semen from his loins and he was reluctant to have the illustrious affair come to an end.

All of a sudden his tribal brother roughly pulled the warrior from the goddess because it was his turn. Michelle rewarded the most elite warriors of the tribe even though she was unaware of what she was doing. She would never believe the fact her body never stopped moving or going through wild contortions, as the men filled her most intimate being with black demons. Someone literally poured more liquid down Michelle's throat and she drank not knowing the ***** would keep her a willing slave to anyone who needed her.

The third privileged warrior fucked the sexiest white woman who ever visited their primal village, but it would be their chief who would end the affair. Zuberi experienced that old flame in his belly watching Michelle. He was much older and wiser. Zuberi took his time and he made sure to caress every intimate area of Michelle's body. His tongue was like sandpaper and he licked her boobs all over while paying particular attention to the large, brownish tips.

When he licked her nipples, Michelle's body went into overdrive. She pushed her chest at the hungry mouth and pulled Zuberi's head hard so that he sucked her nipple into his burning mouth. He slowly caressed each bud, which drove his white goddess crazy with lust. Through glazed eyes, Michelle saw the large, black man hovering over her sprawled body knowing what he planned.

She felt his masculine hips drop between her limbs and she waited. His teasing continued and Zuberi took the willing woman higher into an elevated level of desire. He rubbed his pecker all over her tummy, then between her legs but not touching her wetness.

For the first time in Michelle's life, her mind was fully captivated by eccentric, altering *****. She wondered why the African elder didn't take her and wondered if she was doing something wrong? She clutched his sweating torso desperately and tried harder to show Zuberi that she lusted for his virility.

All of a sudden she felt his hot poker press against her heart. The man's cock paused at the opening before suddenly prying the soaked labia apart. Slowly Zuberi pushed one inch inside the hottest cavity. Then he pushed another inch, and another inch, until over half of his pulsating cock was covered with sticky cream. Zuberi knew he wasn't the first but he really didn't care. The inferno quickly made his temperature rise skyward matching the outside desert heat.

Michelle cried, she moaned, and she pleaded for Zuberi to take her ravenous body. When the head of his massive cock touched her delicate cervix, Michelle's heart beat out of control but her breathing stopped. She vowed not to take another breath until he stabbed her, so she thrust madly upward at the man. His cock pierced her battered cervix like an arrow and she let out a little gasp.

Then Zuberi rammed his hips downward so hard they pounded Michelle's ass into the hard wood of the makeshift bed. With his cock buried to the hilt, Zuberi relished the most wonderful sensations filling his lust-filled head. Suddenly Michelle could breathe again and she gasped for as much air as she could get into her lungs. She didn't even realize they were lying on hardwood, as the powerful African made the civilized white woman his special prize.

Sarge. None of Zuberi's women acted like Michelle and none ever showed such passion and desire. She matched his every thrust with one of her own and the two sweaty pelvises pounded together like sexual magic. Zuberi could not remember savoring anything so much, as he did Michelle, and he decided that she deserved the ultimate privilege. He would put her in the upcoming ceremony of virgin princesses and Michelle would be beautified with tattoos just like all honored women of his tribe.

Even after he experienced an orgasm of magnificent proportions, Zuberi kept his enlarged penis inside Michelle's inner being forever. Her body twitched and went through intense spasms with the African cock buried deep in her belly. With her head still confused by the ingested *****, Michelle was completely oblivious to the fact that she was about to become an honored member of Sarge's African tribe. It was now late enough in the day that the sun had already dimmed and the temperature had cooled.

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Three young men were slated to become tribal warriors and the next two days would be filled with ceremonies and celebrations. Zuberi carefully gave the precise instructions for the three weddings of the newly anointed warriors, which were already scheduled for the next afternoon. As chief, it was Zuberi's duty to ensure all customs and rituals were carried out properly. He also had a vested interest in the proceedings because his oldest ********, Thema was to wed one of the new warriors.

Once the elaborate ceremony was over, she would be tribal Queen. The other two weddings would take place at the same time and then the celebrations would begin. There would be music from the tribal drums and everyone would ***** the sacred ***** of the Gods. As Michelle already found out, the African nectar contained ***** that did strange things to a person's mind.

The festivities would last well into the night and then the marriages would be consummated in a very normal manner. The couples would go to bed and it was considered the utmost honor if the young bride got pregnant right away. Usually the elders stayed up late trying to listen for the familiar sounds of the virgins entering the maturity of womanhood.

The day after the wedding was the true test of inner strength for any tribal warrior or woman. It was the custom for all true warriors to have tattoos put on their chest, arms and sometimes on their face depending on the warrior's status. The man, who showed no pain when the tattoos were cut into his flesh, would bring honor to his entire family. The tattoos were not like ones from Western society but rather they were African scarifications. They used a razor-sharp knife to cut the skin and then inserted a black pigment of wood ash into the slit to form a raised tattoo when the cut healed.

Tattoos were put on a woman for her quest of beauty. Not all females were lucky enough to be scared and the chief of the tribe selected only a few women. The chief also picked the tattoos, as each one indicated a particular status in the tribe. Zuberi had already decided that Thema was of Queen class and she would have the scarifications put on the side of her neck and on a portion of her chest. The neck tattoo was the sign of royalty and it would always be seen no matter what the woman wore. The scar on the chest was the sign of beauty and it was placed high on the left breast so that when the woman aged and her boobs began to sag, the tattoo still retained its native beauty.

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She was in the next room when all the senior warriors ravaged the white woman and she managed to peek into the room a few times. Every time she saw Michelle's nakedness, it sent a shiver of anxiety through her lithe body. Thema wasn't sure what it meant, but one thing she did know, she felt sympathy for Michelle.

The picture of untamed lust and erotic bliss was etched in her head. She witnessed glimpses of her big, tribal brothers on top of the most ravishing woman she had ever seen. It appeared to Thema that Michelle did not struggle but rather she actually enjoyed the lewd affair. The most profound aspect of it all was watching the men fondle, caress and nibble on Michelle's exceptional titties. All the women of Thema's tribe had cone-shaped breasts with areolas and nipples that were not too defined or outstanding.

The images were burnt into her head and Thema would never get rid of the white tits being ravaged by black men. The men eventually left Michelle's tattered and ****** body strewn on top of the makeshift bed and they disappeared into the growing darkness of the evening. The older women of the tribe suddenly appeared and entered the room once the men departed. Thema listened to the women talking about how they were going to punish the white bitch who had brought dishonor to their men.


The young Thema watched the women get Michelle to her feet, still naked and covered with sweaty moisture. They pushed and shoved the bewildered woman from one to the other and the women made sure each one slapped Michelle, as she neared. The gorgeous, white flesh quickly turned a brilliant reddish color but Michelle did not feel any pain. The foreign ***** still controlled her mind and Michelle merely tried to keep on her feet.

All of a sudden the young princess burst into the fray. She spoke loud and clear in her native tongue. "Leave her alone! All of you go... go now, or I'll punish each and every one of you," Thema yelled at the older women of her tribe. "Zuberi considers her a queen... so you leave her alone. She will stay with me... go... go!"

The women, who were much older and supposedly wiser than the young Thema, all knew their position in the tribe. This young woman would soon be Queen and she was of the highest order, being the ******** of their chief. Thema had reached the age of maturity in their African family and although the ceremony had not been conducted, all the women knew Thema carried the ultimate status of any woman.

Michelle didn't really know what had just happened, but she was aware that this young woman holding her upright did her an immense favor. For whatever reason, and one she would never understand, Michelle fell against the tall, slender African girl. There was just the two women standing in the center of the room and suddenly one was kissing the other. Thema felt the woman's lips approach her own but she didn't move away. Then the hot lips closed on her mouth and the woman's tongue pried the virgin lips apart.

There were four hands roaming all over the youthful body until Thema was also totally naked. The girl had no idea what to expect but she readily understood whatever happened would be fantastic and enjoyable. Her bullet-tits pressed into the softer, much larger tits of the white woman and Thema had never felt anything so incredible. The nipples seemed to match in perfect harmony and Thema swore her nipples throbbed madly from the innocent caresses.

Suddenly Thema had a hard time breathing. Her chest heaved and she struggled to get enough air to clear her head. And then it happened. A hand closed on top of her raised pelvis and she felt the strongest obsession to spread her legs. When she opened her legs, the dainty fingers slipped into her wetness and Thema prayed for heavenly intervention. She was still hoping to stop what was happening but suddenly a finger separated the puffy lips covering her precious gem. When the finger pressed on the tiny clitoris, the top of Thema's head exploded. She had no idea what was happening, as the juices poured from her inner being like an uncontrollable fountain.

She was still standing but her legs threatened to give way at any time. Then Michelle's finger slipped into the tight opening, and all hope was lost for the young virgin. She felt the finger slip deeper into her honey-hole and suddenly caress her G-spot like a spiritual angel. The orgasm kept growing and getting bigger with each new caress. Michelle started finger-fucking the young girl but making sure not to cause irreparable damage.

Michelle nibbled on Thema's ear and whispered sweet nothings to her, knowing the girl could not understand what she said. Then she used her tongue to show Thema what love was really like and her finger never stopped moving.

The two women fell on the messy, makeshift bed not wanting to stop. There was nothing tame or civilized about the kiss that ensued. It turned into the most heated kiss between two loving women and each took turns stabbing the other with their tongue. Michelle suddenly realized that lust was the same in Africa as it was in America. The night was everlasting and they stayed locked in each other's arms for many hours.

As unbelievable as it seemed in the beginning, Thema experienced a second orgasm when Michelle finger-fucked her when they lay on the bed. Then the young girl found great pleasure in reciprocating and watching the grown woman go through the throes of an earth-shaking climax. The young African had never witnessed anything so erotic or ******** in her life.

All of a sudden the burning lips found Thema's flat tummy and she felt short, swift convulsions rocket through her insides. Then Michelle's tongue began caressing the tiny indent in her belly and Thema wondered what was happening to her innocent body. When the tip of Michelle's tongue swirled around and through her belly button, Thema was unsure of what to expect next.

Suddenly the woman's head dropped lower and Thema began to shake out of control. Michelle's face was right over the sparse hair on her pelvis and suddenly the woman's tongue twirled through the curly hair. Then the burning dart stroked her puffy labia and barely touched the tip of her swollen clitoris. Thema's hips started to buck uncontrollably knowing something out of this world was about to happen.

Her heart raced and her complexion was fully flushed. Suddenly Michelle rolled the clit with her tongue and flicked it furiously with the tip of her tongue. Thema's desperate fingers locked tightly into the strands of Michelle's hair and she held on for dear life. The instantaneous orgasm exploded like a gusher and the girl realized she would never be the same. She struggled to hold her legs apart so that Michelle could have total freedom and every muscle in her lithe body tensed from the intense orgasm.

Michelle could taste the tangy honey of the free flowing pussy. She jammed her tongue at the pinkest opening and put her fingers around the puffy clitoris squeezing hard enough to make Thema cry out. The hair on her head hurt from being pulled by the frantic girl but Michelle did not let up. She fucked Thema with her tongue and squeezed the bud with her fingers until the last spasm rocked the girl's slender body.

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The sun had not yet come up, so Thema still had newfound territory to encounter. If she was to be Queen of the tribe, she must be strong and overpowering. Michelle's world continued on a torrid pace and Thema set out to conquer the conqueror. She pushed the older, wiser woman flat on her back and attacked with a vengeance. Michelle tried, at first, to hold her at bay but it did little good. Thema displayed overpowering strength and superior determination. She slapped Michelle's hands away from protecting her body and held the older woman flat on her back.

Suddenly Michelle tried to sit up but Thema pushed her back down. The young captor stared into Michelle's bewildered eyes and her voice was low with a stern tone. "You will be my slave... do what Thema wants. I smell your scent... and it is like ******. An ****** that needs a master," she whispered. Michelle had no idea what the girl said but Thema's eyes didn't leave any doubt about who was in control.

In a matter of a brief moment, Michelle felt a familiar rumbling from deep within. Then Thema held Michelle by the wrists and stretched her arms out to their widest reaches. Her face was a mere inch or two above Michelle's and then she dipped lower. The kiss started and Michelle quickly realized she had never been kissed with such vigor or demanding passion. Thema even bit her lip, and then her tongue, and then her lip again until Michelle was positive she tasted *****.

All of a sudden the tiger was hungry for more *****. She nibbled Michelle's delicate neck downward until her strong teeth found a luscious breast. Michelle tried to roll her torso and shoulders but the girl held her in an iron grip with her arms still out to the sides. Then her teeth closed on an upstanding nipple and the cry was long and clear. Michelle begged the girl for mercy, but then the pain was suddenly gone.

A coarse tongue raked her nipples one at a time until Michelle no longer cried. Then the girl advanced towards her ultimate goal. Her hungry mouth left a wet trail downwards across the lower swell of Michelle's titties and onto her tummy. The tip of Thema's tongue darted across the burning flesh and found the coveted belly button. She pretended to fuck the indented pit with her tongue before leaving it soaked with saliva.

Michelle couldn't hold her hips still. Thema released her wrists and even without the girl's prisoner-like hold, Michelle held her arms fully outstretched. Suddenly Thema dipped lower and began kissing her way to the Promised Land. The feel of a totally shaven pelvis was strangely alien and her tongue embraced the baby-like flesh. Thema felt the womanly hips thrash and thrust madly in her direction every time her tongue threatened to open up Michelle's universe.

All of a sudden Michelle felt like a white slave whose only purpose was to please her beautiful lioness. She spread her legs wide showing her young lover that she was ready. Suddenly the girl's tongue flicked the presumed love-button a few times and made Michelle mew like a little schoolgirl. Thema stared intently at the throbbing clitoris mesmerized by the fact she could make the woman shudder with the just tip of her tongue. She was in tribal paradise lying between the shapely, splayed legs of her gorgeous mentor.

With the accuracy of a guided missile, Thema rammed her tongue into the prettiest, pink opening. Her sharp fingers dug into Michelle's tender hips and Thema held onto the vibrating hips with her strong hands. Michelle's arms remained strewn out to the sides and her fingertips dug into the closest material on the messy bed. She marveled at her young African queen who somehow knew what to do.

And then it happened! Thema's teeth closed on the rosy bud and she bit down hard enough to make the grown woman cry out. Her tongue pushed as hard as it could on the portion of clit inside her mouth and mashed the raw bud into the back of her teeth. Thema rode her steed over the climatic mountaintop and refused to let go. She kept rolling the clitoris with her tongue and alternately pressing it hard against the inside of her mouth.

The two obsessed women were oblivious to anyone watching. Thema's young sister, Nia, was peeking around the corner of the doorway at something that appeared totally spellbinding. Much to her utter dismay, Nia watched her big sister kissing, and even fondling the strange white woman. Then Nia witnessed absolute ****** desire and untamed lust when her sister did something out of the world of reality.

Unexpectedly there was a very brief moment of recognition when Thema glanced towards a rustling noise coming from across the room. She noticed her baby sister and the little, devilish smile on Nia's pretty face told it all. Thema could trust Nia to keep a secret but it would come at a price.

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The morning came and Michelle and Thema welcomed a refreshing wash. Luckily, the house they were in had a place out back where a person could wash and clean their whole body. Even though Michelle could not speak with Thema, they did seem to converse by using gestures and simple implied sounds. Once they were refreshed, Thema quickly dressed in her customary garb and turned to assist Michelle.

Since her clothes were in total disarray from lying on the floor all night, Thema did her best to help Michelle get dressed so she looked proper. The girl provided one of her own dresses and a practical pair of sandals for Michelle to wear. Women of her tribe never walked around unless they were fully clothed and Thema didn't want the elders to see her white idol looking improper. Thema's hands were extremely busy and after a couple of not so innocent gropes, Michelle allowed the girl to touch her all over.

When Thema spoke to her, it sounded loving and caring. Although Michelle did not know what Thema was telling her, she listened, as though she understood. "I will be Queen today... and you will be my very own princess. I love you... and you will stay with me until Sarge comes for you," she whispered with Michelle only catching Sarge's name. "He is leaving you in our village for one week... then you go with him to the capital. He told us you join African tribe... make you one of our village."

Michelle smiled at her young lover even though she didn't have a clue what she was saying. All of a sudden about six young girls, including Nia, burst into the room. They all started jabbering and talking with Thema. The young woman tried to keep them at a distance but it was impossible because they all seemed so enthusiastic. Michelle stood off to one side in a bewildered, confused state watching all the hands and arms waving at each other.

Nothing seemed to be settled but eventually all the young girls departed except Nia who stood close to Thema. The two whispered and then the young one seemed to say something serious to Thema. Both girls kept glancing at Michelle and it was quite obvious that they were talking about her, which sent a shiver of panic through Michelle.

With an abrupt turn and parting burst of fury, the younger girl departed leaving Thema and Michelle alone again. "You not worry... I protect you. I have to go with chosen husband tonight... but I have made arrangements for you," Thema whispered to her faithful captive. "I become Queen tonight... and take husband... Baako. But my little sister, Nia, will take care of you. Oh gawd... I hope she not hurt you. She is so jealous that I will be Queen... and she may not be happy."

"Nia saw us... she knows. I told her what happened... how wonderful it was between us," she whispered. "I promised her that she could have you... but only have you while I am with Baako."

It didn't matter to either woman that they couldn't understand each other. "Today is wedding... tomorrow is ceremonial ritual. It is custom that I get tattoo to show my royal status in the tribe," Thema said." Zuberi has said that he will also mark you... because Sarge says you to be shared by tribal warriors. But I will make sure you *****... ***** lots like last night so you don't feel pain."

Michelle had no idea why she smiled at the girl or even pretended that she was pleased with what Thema said. Then the girl was leading the way outside and the day commenced. Michelle had no alternative but to follow and do whatever seemed natural, as she tried her best to get through the day. She had no idea how long she would be ****** to stay in the remote village but there seemed to be no way out without Sarge coming back for her.

She watched the villagers setting up for what appeared to be some kind of big celebration. Luckily, Thema seemed to care about what happened so she kept checking on her. As the day wore on, the heat got more intense and Michelle could find no place to cool off. She vowed not to ***** or eat anything without knowing exactly what it was, but her resolve quickly disappeared with the intense heat of the day. When Thema brought her *****s, Michelle drank them beginning to like the refreshing taste of the African *****.

It was like one of those parties where a person sat around all day sipping ******, not realizing the ******* had an affect. The apparent festivity was getting very near and Michelle decided to find a place to rest. She started walking and suddenly realized her legs didn't work properly. Then Thema was beside her and Michelle looked at the gorgeous girl out of blurry, fuzzy eyes. "You beautiful... and it is almost time for me to get ready for ceremony. I have Nia come for you... you stay with her until tomorrow," she whispered.

Michelle could see Thema's puffy lips moving and knew she was telling her something. "Nia has promised to protect you... and not let anything happen to you," Thema said. "You'll be safe with the girls... they won't be involved in the ceremonies. Nia will make sure none of those dirty elders get their hands on you."

Even though she didn't know what was said, Michelle reasoned Thema was being kind to her. Thema refilled Michelle's cup and encouraged her to keep *****ing. All of a sudden the young Nia appeared and grabbed Michelle's hand. In a big rush, the girl pulled and yanked on her arm until the two were on their way through the village. All of a sudden, Nia rounded the corner of a building, which was off to one side of the village square, and they were met by a bunch of squealing girls.

It was late in the day and thankfully past the hottest time so the temperature was beginning to go down. Michelle felt a little tipsy from all the *****s Thema had given her and suddenly Nia thrust another cup into her hands. The young girls all had cups and were *****ing with the commencement of the elaborate weddings. Michelle was so panic-struck that she ************* started *****ing much faster than she should have.


The group was gathered in a shady area under a few small trees and out of immediate sight of all the tribal elders. All of the girls tried to find a shady spot and Nia let Michelle know exactly where to sit. Michelle tried to get comfortable sitting cross-legged on the ground and the young girl sat right next to her. Nia was so close that her body touched Michelle but there was no getting away from the purposeful contact. The girls giggled in a ******** manner, but it was very evident which one of them was in-charge, as no one made a noise when Nia spoke.

The proceedings took place near the ceremonial statue in the village square and it all appeared extremely interesting to Michelle who watched in awe, at first. She had never witnessed anything like the African ceremonies and she stared at the tribal weddings, as they got underway. Nia seemed to move closer and suddenly her arm was around her back pulling Michelle into her youthful body. Michelle struggled not wanting such intimate contact but something swiftly changed her mind.

"You white whore... you slave. I see when you have sex with Thema. You my slave... Thema say I have you," she whispered. The shock of hearing English come from her lips was totally surprising to Michelle, as she thought no one spoke her language. "You no fight... or else! I feed you to dogs. I let dogs have white ass!"

Michelle's heart stopped and she stared into the girl's dark, steely eyes. Nia didn't blink and the older woman quickly realized the strong, ******** power that the young African girl possessed. Michelle had no idea that Nia had attended missionary camps and although she didn't know perfect English, the girl did learn enough to get her point across.

She sat frozen when Nia's lips touched her own and didn't resist when the girl's tongue gave her a jolt of electricity. Suddenly Nia broke the kiss. "You *****... watch wedding. Then you be mine," she said sending shivers of doubt through Michelle's entire brain.

Michelle sat very still while looking across the square at the first wedding. Nia put her own cup to the woman's lips and demanded she *****. Michelle took many swigs of the powerful aphrodisiac ***** and then some of the other girls followed their leaders wishes. They also put their cups to Michelle's lips and held them so high that some of the nectar spilled and ran down Michelle's chin. It didn't take very long before her head was spinning so fast it was hard to concentrate on what was happening across the wide-open square.

First it was a young warrior getting married to a youthful looking girl who Michelle thought might have been sixteen years old. The second wedding was a young warrior getting married to another, young virgin only this girl was utterly the most innocent looking girl Michelle had seen. Time seemed to float by and eventually the last wedding took place.

There was a fire burning brightly in the center of the square. By the time the second wedding finished, the fire matched the color of the sunset, which blazed on the horizon. Princess Thema looked like the most ravishing African that Michelle had ever seen when she stood up, proud and stately, in front of her ******. Zuberi conducted the ceremony of his young ******** marrying the tribe's highest-ranking soldier and it looked truly breath-taking.

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The sun had already gone down when the drums started beating with the commencement of the festivities to celebrate the tribal wedding of Queen Thema. The group of girls with their secret hostage still huddled in one dark corner of the village square. They were long forgotten by all the festive elders, and by this time, even the devilish girls felt slightly affected by all the African moonshine. Nia and her friends continued to ***** during the three weddings and openly managed to coerce the frightened woman to consume even more than they did.

It was her goal to control the white goddess so highly cherished by her older sister. Nia wanted to control Michelle and humiliate the mature, experienced woman to the point where she would beg her for mercy.

All of a sudden Nia stood up and so did all of her young friends. Michelle was somewhat bewildered when Nia pulled her to her feet and she listened intently to what the girl said even though she couldn't understand. "She's mine... the white woman has been promised to me. You can stay with us... but not touch until I say," Nia said with a very stern tone. "Queen Thema has given her slave to me... for the night. She will ***** with me. It was voodoo... this woman and Thema... they act like *******."

There was no doubt in any of the girl's minds that Nia was their fearless leader. They stared with envy at the wobbly woman who was being held on her feet by their powerful friend. The drums beat rhythmic music and all the grownups got thoroughly engrossed in the tribal rituals, as the girls mulled around Michelle. Many villagers danced around the ceremonial flames and Thema and Baako sat together in the middle of a raised platform while the other newly weds sat beside them.

The scene was extremely surreal, as the dazzling light from the fire danced and reflected off the forgotten bystanders. The dark, satin skin of the native girls looked beautiful but the glowing, white skin shone with the brilliance of the full moon. Michelle's flesh glistened with moisture and she appeared like a real goddess to the young girls.

All the girls giggled when Nia proudly displayed her absolute control. Suddenly she was the center of attention. "I watched... I saw them together. Thema and this white woman," she whispered with all her friends listening intently to every word. "They touched each other... there, and there," she said as she pointed to another girl's breast and crotch.

The girls had never heard of anything so preposterous but they were more than willing to learn more. Even in Africa, they understood what happens when a person *****s too much. At the moment, all the girls and Michelle could be considered inebriated to the point where they were not aware of their immediate surroundings. All their inhibitions and reluctances were gone, replaced by lustful anticipation and expectations.


Michelle's vision was severely impaired and she tried hard to stay on her feet. Nia sort of pushed her, as she spoke to her friends, and Michelle rolled from one girl to the next. The girls stood in a circle and couldn't take their eyes off the beautiful white woman.

The young temptress grabbed the struggling woman, as she was prodded around the circle, and she purposely pulled the soft, cotton material down Michelle's chest. This exposed Michelle's boobies to the entire group and a sudden hush came over the girls at the sight of unnatural beauty.

The young girls had never seen anything like it. All of a sudden Nia's tongue felt thick and too dry to move. She desperately wanted to lick her lips and simply stood frozen when Michelle's staggering body fell against her. The woman reached out to steady herself and her arms went around the slender African princess.

Michelle was too groggy to know what was on the horizon so she merely let things happen. Her mind was crazy from *****ing the vast amounts of African firewater but no one cared about her ******* condition. She rolled her head around and glanced downward just as the cloth wrapped around her body was unwrapped. All the young girls were speechless when their friend slowly walked towards the nearest building, leaving all of Michelle's clothing on the ground. They watched the firelight reflect off the golden flesh and the seductive wiggle of the white woman's butt made their eyes bulge.

She entered one of the empty stalls and stopped on top of a pile of straw. One of the girls had grabbed the discarded clothes and tossed them over the rail of the stall. Gasps of utter astonishment came from every girl when their friend slowly took some horse blankets and used them to cover the prickly straw. Their eyes got bigger when Nia guided the white woman down to her knees and pulled Michelle's face into her midsection.

All of a sudden the young girl fell to her knees so that she faced the older woman. There was a ******* smile on Michelle's radiant face and it seemed that she was aware of what was happening. Then Nia put her hands on the sides of Michelle's face and pulled forward. The only noises in the stable were loud, heavy breathing coming from the many overheated girls. Suddenly all eyes grew wider when the two kissed, and then the rose-colored lips started traveling up and down the teenager's neck and face.

The girls moved closer and felt the intense heat radiating from the couple. All of a sudden their friend's small boobies were bared right before their shocked faces. Michelle embraced the dark-skinned girl and then they fell on top of the bed of straw. Hearts raced out of control when the tender lips circled a tiny nipple, as if searching for some kind of treasure, and then swooped to the heart of Nia's essence.

The girl squealed like a little schoolgirl when her tits were touched. Michelle's skilled fingers rolled one tiny nipple around vigorously while sucking the other deep into her mouth. She sucked the hardest pebble and let her tongue stroke over the end ever so softly, which made Nia's hips buck wildly on the blanketed straw.

Michelle had a suspicion that she was doing something wrong but it didn't stop her. Nia moaned and let out so many cries that Michelle wondered if the girl was okay. Then she leaned closer to Nia so she could whisper in her ear. "Open legs, honey. Open your legs so momma can feel your crotch," she said knowing the girl could understand some English. "That's it, honey... open legs and momma show you how real woman fucks."

All of a sudden Michelle was filled with the utmost confidence. For once in her life, she was powerful and seemed to be fully in-charge. Her ******* mind didn't understand and it focused on the ******, which was in her immediate grasp. 'This one can understand,' Michelle whispered. 'This one knows what I am saying.'

With the instincts of a possessed mistress, Michelle raised her hand high. Then she brought it down, as hard as she could, slapping the upraised pelvis of the African princess. The fact the girl was royalty and Thema's sister made Michelle feel that much better about having control.

The resounding slap echoed throughout the barn and Michelle held her fingers curved downward between the splayed thighs. Playing little girl games, and experimenting in the wilderness with one of her girlfriends, didn't prepare Nia for what happened. The skilled fingers pried the tightest pussy lips open wide, and Michelle groped for the raised clitoris.

When Michelle's finger grazed the tip of Nia's clit, the girl imagined the most explosive orgasm. Her African juices started running immediately and Michelle's fingers surrounded the tiny clit. Putting the bud between her fingers only mesmerized all the other girls, as they watched their dear friend go through a blissful climax. Nia's ass bounced up and down on the pile of straw and her friends noticed an abundance of moisture between her legs.

When she spied on her sister, Nia felt that something truly wonderful had happened between Thema and Michelle. All of a sudden she welcomed the reality of love. None of the other girls knew what really happened but they all dearly wanted to experience what their friend had just gone through.

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It happened so fast that Michelle never had the chance to fret. She was pushed backwards so hard that she fell onto her back on the prickly blanket. Her reign of superiority was over in a heartbeat. Every girl was naked by this time, and they all watched the sudden turn of events, as Nia took control of the white temptress.

All of a sudden the pack of wolves was turned loose. Nia spoke loud and clear to her friends. "It is time... you can play with my slave. But remember... Thema has promised this woman to me!" Nia whispered the warning to her over-excited friends and her face still showed heightened desire. "Look at her... how she is overcome. The ***** work wonders with white people... and she will do anything... anything we ask."

The combination of fiery lust and too many ***** drove each girl in search of something new and exciting. Already thoroughly stimulated from watching Nia's orgasm, the girls had some idea of what to do. Each girl pushed and shoved until they were all touching, caressing and even fondling the struggling woman.

Michelle's mind was foggy but she still comprehended that she was in deep jeopardy. Suddenly Nia was in her face. "You slave... you now be my slave," she whispered. "Now my friends have you. They worship your body... now they find out about sex."

The climax of the century had robbed every bit of Nia's energy but she wouldn't need much. The girl laid beside Michelle's head and she leaned forward putting her lips on Michelle's relishing the warm, wonderful feeling of a kiss. Nia put her hands around Michelle's flustered face and continued to give the woman kisses all over. Her face was burning up and Michelle struggled knowing she was against many girls.

Determined to fight off the girls, Michelle tried to sit up and she even tried using her arms to keep the girls from fondling her. Nia's eyes opened wide in awe. She watched the hungry pack of girls devour the white flesh and Michelle looked like a rag doll. Michelle's arms were totally useless, as they were flung out to the sides, unable to stop the girls when they ******** her body.

There were five girls and each cordoned off a special part of the woman's sexy body. Two lucky ones each had one of Michelle's golden globes and they were experimenting with their tongues and teeth. Nia watched as one of her friends put her dark hands around a titty, and cupping it into a cone-shape so that the nipple stood out prominently. Then one of the other girls did the same thing to Michelle's other breast.

Michelle used her hands in vain to shield her boobs but the girls easily pushed her arms away. Nia wittingly grabbed one arm putting it under her body, pinning the struggling woman down.

Michelle was unable to kick or move her legs. There was a girl holding each leg and suddenly the wolf was at the door. The luckiest girl stared at the purest sight in the world, as she saw the perfect outline of a woman's treasure. The puffy lips glistened with plenty of moisture and something small and pink was peeking out ever so tantalizingly. Strangely, the girl realized that Michelle had no pubic hair, which left her womanly charms exposed in the most erotic fashion.

There was slight movement of Michelle's hips, as she tried in vain to escape, but the girl had little trouble touching her target. First she ran her fingertips all around the puffy lips, making sure she caressed every tiny spot. Then she innocently flicked the tiny tip exposed between the labia and watched in admiration when Michelle's hips jump wildly. Suddenly the girl realized that this little thing was special so she touched it with her tongue. Again the hips jumped and thrust wildly confirming the girl's suspicions.

Something seemed to be leaking from the wet opening so the girl licked up the juices. When she did, her tongue lashed the entire clitoris and all of a sudden the girl had a great urge. She spread the soaked pussy lips with her fingers and saw what she wanted. When her mouth closed over the throbbing clitoris, the resultant sounds of groaning agony was sheer magic to the girl's ears. She lapped the exposed bud, as fast as she could, with her tongue and thought she tasted something sweet, and pungent, at the same time.

When her teeth closed and nibbled on the jewel, it was all the girl could do to hang onto the thrashing hips. She was ****** to bite down fairly hard and the slender hips got even wilder. Then she held her teeth together over the throbbing clit and battered the tiny portion that was inside her mouth. Poor Michelle was insane with lust and she had no concept of reality, as she became an African play-toy for sex-starved, tribal girls.

It would be one orgasm of many experienced by a mature woman who was under the influence of strange stimulants. The night was long and all the elders of the tribe were far too occupied to care what their young people were doing. Nia was smart and kept the jug of liquid refreshment handy and made sure that everyone consumed some of the special *****. It seemed that after each sexual encounter, Nia ****** Michelle to ***** more than the woman could handle, and still remain in control of her faculties.

It was the strangest feeling for Michelle. She was aware of being in a strange, remote village of Africa but she didn't seem to have the ability to distinguish between what she should do from what she shouldn't do. Each sip from the bottomless cup seemed to degrade her senses so that Michelle was nothing but a puppet for the devious Nia.


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Michelle woke up with the worst headache of her life. Her head pounded so bad it was too hard to focus on anything. She looked around and saw one, and then another and another girl until she counted six in total. "Oh my gawd... what have I done," she whispered in a low shaky voice. "I'm in a frickin' barn... with young girls. Not a stitch of clothes on and holding a fucking virgin in my arms!"

Suddenly Nia's face lit up like a powerful ray of sunshine. Michelle knew the girl understood a little English so she spoke her mind. "What the fuck did you do to me? And what the fuck did I do to you... my little angel?" She looked at the happy girl seeing nothing but innocence and purity. "Whatever you gave me to *****... gave me the worst freakin' headache... ever!"

There was sunshine filtering into the stable through numerous holes and cracks in the building. Suddenly a tall, slender person, who looked like a heavenly angel with a halo appearance surrounding their entire body, stood in one of the strong beams of sunlight. Michelle blinked her eyes many times before she could recognize the shadowy figure with the brilliant glow outlining her tall body.

Slowly and feeling every tired muscle in her body rebel, Michelle stood up. Thema's hand never moved and the girl stood motionless... waiting. Then Michelle reached out and grabbed the girl's hand.

Suddenly Michelle's stomach churned madly realizing she had done something terribly wrong but she was determined to make it up to Thema.

It took the briefest moment for Thema to find all of Michelle's clothes, which one of the young girls had thrown over a stall rail. Thema made sure Michelle was dressed appropriately in case one of the elders of the village saw them, and everyone else got dressed in a mad flurry. She quickly pulled the dazed woman out of the stable and Michelle almost had to run to keep up to Thema who set a furious pace.

After a silent and angry looking Thema did not say anything, Nia stopped and let the two continue the trip to Thema's abode. Her new husband was out with his fellow warriors doing whatever the tribal customs warranted and now it was just Thema and Michelle.

Once inside, Thema stopped and faced her timid adversary. She stared into Michelle's blinking eyes and it did not take long before the order of merit was settled. "I am sorry... I should never have given you *****. Even I can't control myself when I ***** much of that stuff," Thema whispered.

Michelle had no idea what Thema was saying. "I am sorry... that my sister treated you badly. She jealous... she see us together. Now I realize she want ***** you... ***** you have sex... with her and evil friends. Nia wants power... more power than what is good for her."

Michelle wondered what on earth was wrong. She was a grown, mature woman who had a mind of her own. Yet, she felt overwhelmed by the overly dramatic African girl who seemed to order her to do things she would not normally do. All of a sudden the girl indicated that Michelle should get down, but not to sit down but get down on her knees. Not wishing to feel the wrath of an angry Thema, Michelle slowly dropped to her knees. She tilted her head back and looked up to see the look of approval on Thema's pretty face.

Suddenly the girl was overcome with bemoaning anguish. Thema also fell to her knees and kissed the woman directly on the lips. It was instantaneous. Both hearts beat so fact that each woman felt fully flushed and heated. Michelle's head no longer pounded but now it throbbed with a familiar desire.

Michelle's hands felt Thema's clothing and she could feel the girl's firm body getting hotter and hotter. They clung to each other in the most desperate show of passion.

Suddenly Thema broke the kiss and started whispering into Michelle's ear. "Today you will become one of us. My ****** will accept you into our tribe," the girl whispered. Michelle couldn't understand the African language but she assumed they were words of love and tender emotion. "They will put sacred tattoos on me... and also on you. Zuberi has vowed that you will receive the sacred symbol... Tribal Butterfly."

Then Thema slowly bent forward and kissed Michelle again. Too stunned to resist, Michelle let the girl's demanding tongue squeeze between her lips and the kiss lasting several moments erupted. At first Michelle didn't move or try to display any outward emotion but that quickly changed. The girl's tongue seemed to hit some kind of trigger and it started a chain reaction that took over the woman's senses.

Michelle pushed her chest towards Thema and the girl complied by unwrapping the loose cloth. With her breasts exposed, it did not take long before Thema had her nipples so erect that they throbbed with expectation. Michelle let out a little whimper when the girl's head dropped and she realized what was going to happen. Alone in a remote village, she felt helpless and all her fight was gone.

Michelle's head rolled back and she closed her eyes. She imagined the young, African goddess doing things to her that would make her a slave to lust. What evolved was exactly like her dramatic visualization. Thema did everything. She disrobed the eager woman and also stripped her own useless clothing. Then holding Michelle so tight in her arms that it squeezed the breath out of her, the two women fell onto a freshly made bed.

All Michelle could think of was wild, untamed passion and she let her emotions run the entire gamut of ****** lust. The young queen displayed supreme power and control, as she took Michelle up the highest mountain, and left her hanging in erotic bliss. When the girl slapped the most sensitive clitoris with her tongue, Michelle let her inner juices flow. Her clit seemed even more sensitive after being used as a tribal sex-toy and she willingly succumbed to Thema's demanding tongue lashing.

Her treasured white slave had reached the peak of ecstasy, and then it was the Queen's role to reap the joys of submissive love.

When the experienced but timorous woman rolled on top of her lithe body, Thema welcomed the tender embrace. She closed her eyes and willingly let her slave anoint her with the utmost show of passion. Michelle's tongue ensured both breasts were caressed with the greatest enthusiasm and then both nipples were fully hardened to a pebble-like state.

Michelle's head was still spinning. It had been days since she was dropped off in the African wasteland and consuming so much strange substances had left her easily controlled by the devious tribe. But that didn't stop her from showing Thema all of her ******** love. Michelle's expertise was phenomenal and Thema's orgasm quickly surfaced sending the African Queen into paradise

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The rest of the morning and early afternoon were a complete blur. Only one other person in the tribe knew what was happening in the small, intimate dwelling. Nia stood in the common room out of sight of her sister, but she was well aware of what was going on inside the curtained, bedroom enclosure. She was jealous but her time would come, she deemed. It was growing late in the afternoon with Baako and the rest of the men not expected back for another hour or two. Then the festivities would begin and the thought of it sent a shiver of excitement through Nia.


When all the ceremonies were over, Nia knew that Thema would go with her husband. Also the freshly christened Michelle would be ****** to go with her ****** but that would only be for a short time. Nia knew that Zuberi would perform the revered ritual of trying to impregnate the newest woman of the tribe. When he was finished, Zuberi would leave Michelle in the communal abode for other tribal warriors to share Sarge's wonderful gift of Michelle's sexuality.

She knew Zuberi would be suspicious but Nia was determined to intervene to save Michelle from being ravaged by many of the tribal elders. Nia was the youngest of the family and she had the ability to wrap her ****** around her little finger. She planned using a tear or two when she pleaded with Zuberi by begging him to treat Michelle differently from any of the other special guests from Sarge.

She would beg Zuberi to save the white woman for himself, and hopefully Michelle would become impregnated so Nia could have a baby sibling. There would be nothing her sister could do and no one else in the village could do anything to stop Nia from controlling the white prisoner.

All of a sudden Nia heard rustling and moving around from behind the curtain so she called out. "Thema... Thema are you here?"

She thought fast and reasoned that Nia's ability to speak some English could come in handy. Looking at the ****** Michelle, Thema realized that the woman made her feel different. No other woman had made her feel this way and for some strange reason, she yearned to have the white woman in her arms. Thema felt it was imperative that Michelle understood the importance and significance of the upcoming rituals. Her sister could explain things.


It was a sign of total ******** if anyone showed the amount of pain they suffered when their body was tattooed. Thema wanted everyone in the village to accept and welcome Michelle into the tribe. She quickly dressed in her customary grab and rushed out to meet her sister. "Nia... I am so glad to see you. Please sit... sit. I have a big favor to ask you," she said. Both girls sat and Thema continued. "I want you to speak to her... tell her about what will happen."

The girls held hands in sisterly fashion, as Thema asked the favor. "You speak American... explain that she will get tattoo," she said. "Make sure she knows... not to show any pain... even when it hurts bad."

The sisters went into the smaller enclosure just as Michelle finished dressing in her loaned African attire. Nia smiled at Thema and then walked right up to Michelle.

Michelle listened intently to the girl when she explained the events that would unfold later that evening. Nia told her about the tattoo and also that the method was different than it was in America. Then she told Michelle the most important points and stressed the importance of not showing pain. "You ***** like before... Thema too, she *****. ***** much... then you no feel all the pain," Nia told her.

Michelle couldn't fathom what was going to happen and she had no idea how different the African scarification was even after Nia's explanation. It sounded ridiculous to Michelle when Nia told her that the tribal women considered the tattoos a definitive sign of beauty.

Nia thought it was the ultimate, tribal honor to have their bodies marked in such a way. Times changed over the years and now in more civilized times, women didn't walk around bare-chested like they did in the past. The tattoo on a woman's bare breast was traditionally a symbol of great esteem and beauty. Only princesses, queens and women of superior rank in the tribe had this done, so Thema knew it was mandatory for her.

The tattoos were proof of courage and bravery for the male warriors and the rite of passage. The three males who had just passed all the bravery tests and warrior skills were to be tattooed once the hottest sun went down. After they were marked, the ceremony for the privileged women would take place. Thema would have the Tribal Rose tattoo put on her chest and the royal symbol put on her neck. Michelle would get a butterfly tattooed on her chest. The butterfly represented beauty and grace and it was Zuberi's choice of symbols for a woman's sensuality and femininity.

The scene would be sinister but more erotic and stupendous than any Westerner could imagine. Maybe it was the serene firelight, or the beatings on the tribal drums, or the dancing warriors, but the ceremonies inevitably got everyone in attendance thoroughly aroused.

Nia were overly excited and both girls chattered away like crazy. Michelle could tell by the way the girls acted that the tattooing was something extraordinary. She cringed at the thought that her body would be changed... forever. Near panic began to sweep over her, but Michelle could see no immediate solution to her plight. She was stranded in a remote village miles away from civilization and her situation seemed hopeless.

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Michelle started to sweat. The midday heat seemed even hotter than normal and she threw off the one blanket that covered her body. Her head pounded with the, '****** of all hangovers,' and she feared moving. Michelle was too afraid to move another muscle when she felt a strange aching sensation on the left side of her chest.

Frantically her mind went back to her last recollection. Nia was pushing a full cup of tranquilizing juice at her. "You best *****. We *****... you, Thema and me. You ***** much... then not feel pain," Nia whispered pushing the cup of knockout ***** to Michelle. "They come for us... take us to sacred statue. Then mark Thema and you... just like ancestors did for hundreds of years. Zuberi wants white goddess for magical woman... then you have baby... his baby."

Michelle vaguely remembered listening to Nia, hearing but not hearing what was said, growing more and more desperate. "You will look so pretty... beautiful with Tribal Butterfly on chest," Nia said. "They put rose on Thema... also she get royal symbol on neck. I hope pain no too great... and you not feel too much."

Then everything went blank. Too much strange African syrup and when a person was not used to it, their mind was overtaken by the powerful *********. Michelle tried to think. The room she was in at the moment didn't look familiar, and then she somehow remembered being taken to Nia's home after the ceremonies. Suddenly Michelle realized that she wasn't wearing a stitch of clothing and the hot air was heating her body.

Her head filled with frantic observations and dilemmas. It had to be the day after and all of a sudden Michelle feared that she had been scared for life. Her head hurt like crazy and it was still too early to sit up or open her eyes all the way. Slowly and very tentatively, she moved her hand to her chest. A whimper escaped when her fingers traced across what felt like fresh, raised welts.

Michelle's eyes fluttered and her head tilted downward. Then she cried and the tears ran out the corner of her eyes unabated for many moments. She stared at the newly carved tattoo, which was partially on her left boob but mostly on the upper portion of her chest. The tattoo vaguely looked like a butterfly but it was hard to tell because it was done in only black and her flesh looked red, sore and swollen.

Her fingers traced over the scarification and she let out a constant whimper the whole time. Suddenly the sound of a voice startled her back to reality. "You very beautiful... tattoo add beauty. I stay with you... help clean," Nia said in the softest, most caring voice. Then she sat on the edge of the bed with plenty of sterilizing materials in her hands.

Michelle was afraid to offend the girl. Besides, she reasoned, the girl appeared to know what she was doing and sanitizing the tattoo was a smart plan. Michelle didn't move out of the way when Nia got onto the bed. She watched the girl's hands move with the dexterity of a nurse and quickly cleanse the sore looking area.

Michelle's entire focus was on her chest and she was taken by surprise when the girl bent forward. Nia's lips suddenly came together with her own and a kiss ensued. Michelle felt the girl's tongue press into her tightly clinched lips and then deftly pushed hard until entering her mouth. Nia was unbelievably strong and she had little trouble holding Michelle on her back while she fondled her nakedness. The girl was very careful not to get too close to the tattoo but she did capture both nipples.

Michelle reasoned that her mind was still dulled by the powerful ******** and that was the reason she let the girl touch her. Nia's fingers were so skilled that it took her mere seconds to bring Michelle's internal temperature to desert levels. Michelle dearly wanted to put up a struggle but too many distressing things stopped her.

All of a sudden Nia patted the insides of Michelle's thighs indicating she wanted them apart, and if by magic, the woman spread her legs. It was an unspoken word between two willing partners that Michelle obeyed by holding her legs splayed. Suddenly Nia's sharp teeth started nibbling every sexual nerve. First the girl nibbled her ear until Michelle let out moans of pleasure. Then Nia nibbled on the side of her neck and down to her shoulder still ensuring not to get close to the soreness.

Michelle continued to moan letting Nia know she was falling under the girl's control. Suddenly the razor-sharp teeth found a nipple and the moans turned into groans of sweet agony. As long as she didn't move her upper torso, Michelle didn't feel the soreness.

She lay motionless, or as still as she could, when the devious girl pressed in for the ****. Nia nibbled and left a wet trail on every possible part of Michelle's stomach and lower tummy. Then the girl slithered lower until her face was between the splayed legs and she put her teeth around one side of Michelle's puffy labia. The girl held the pussy lip with her teeth, and then let it slip out of her teeth. After doing it a few times, Nia put her fingers on the labia and spread them wide.

clitty and wondered if hers looked as pretty. She flicked the tiny bud with her tongue and then put it between her teeth to bring an end to the woman's turmoil. Michelle's head didn't hurt anymore and she forgot all about the tattoo. Her emotions were riding that speeding roller coaster once again and she pretended to hang on for dear life. Her fingers dug into the scant bedding and Michelle realized her spirit belonged to two African girls.

She cried. Not from any pain or hurt but from the realization her soul belonged to someone other than Rodney. Michelle was all alone in a strange country, in a strange village, and now in the clutches of a strange African princess. Nia sucked her most responsive clitoris and the race was on. Michelle stubbornly tried to hold back and not succumb to Nia's lovemaking. She was pretty sure of winning the battle when suddenly the cunning girl touched her asshole with her tongue.

Her teeth returned to the enlarged clitoris holding it firmly around the base. She rolled the bud around vigorously with her tongue ensuring to leave plenty of saliva in the pussy opening.

Michelle was utterly amazed that such an inexperienced girl knew what to do. Nia inserted her slender, middle finger of her right hand into the delicate opening just below her chin. She immediately caressed the vulnerable G-spot, which sent a shiver of doom up Michelle's backbone. Suddenly Nia's left hand sneaked downward and she put the tip of her finger directly on Michelle's puckered asshole.

The intimidation was profound, as Michelle felt the pressure of Nia's finger threatening to invade her dark opening. With the subtlest and most caring embrace, Nia slowly inserted her finger until she was finger-fucking both holes. Michelle felt like she was up on her tiptoes, and reaching as tall as possible, but there was no way to escape the girl's loving touch. The orgasm started with a trickle of cream from her most inner regions and short, swift spasms quickly blossomed into a full-fledged climax.


The clever Nia felt Michelle's body go into convulsions, as the girl proved once again she was an alluring mistress. Nia refused to stop scratching the enticing G-spot and her tongue caressed the throbbing clit like an angel. She drank the woman's love potion, hungry for all that she could get from her slave. When Nia presumed the orgasm was subsiding, she deftly slithered upwards until she found the moaning lips. She kissed Michelle leaving the definite taste of her own pussy juices on the woman's lips.

Michelle's head was spinning madly from the sudden ecstasy and lingering hangover. She put her arms around the slender Nia and the two hugged each other falling a***** in the middle of the day. The scene appeared romantic, as the older woman displayed her ******** love to her baby. The heat of the day was intense and Michelle was still not used to the high temperatures. Her ***** was very restless until it was interrupted when Thema's voice called out.

Michelle opened her eyes and noticed the radiant queen standing in the doorway. Thema had been standing there for many moments before announcing her entrance. The *****ing couple did not have any blankets on because of the heat and the sharp contrast between the two sent a shiver of excitement through Thema. Her sister was laying on her back with her limbs outstretched, which enabled Thema to see all of her luscious charms. She noticed how slender and lithe Nia appeared and then her eyes focused on her two, small boobs. They were not quite as big as her own, but Thema envied how the nipples seemed far more pronounced.

Then her eyes roamed downward across the flat belly and onto the sparsely forested pelvis. Nia's hair was more like a little girl's hair and Thema could see every detail of her sister's crotch. It almost seemed the girl was posing, as her legs were slightly spread, just enough so Thema could distinguish the girly charms. Nia's pussy was merely a very narrow slit. The labia were not puffy or swollen, but simply flush with the rest of her crotch. Thema could barely make out what appeared to be moisture below the slit and it seemed to run downwards into the dark crack.

Then she glanced at Michelle and the dreaming started all over again. The woman was on her side with one arm flung over in Nia's direction. Her top leg was bent and curled up giving Michelle perfect balance. Thema grinned at how the pose hid all of Michelle's succulent treasures yet seemed to leave a spectator yearning for more.

She looked at the surprised couple and knew what must have transpired following last night's tribal rituals. She had spent the night in her new abode with Baako and Thema was well aware of her ******* desire for Michelle. Her last vision from last night was watching Michelle being led away from the ceremonial theater by Zuberi.

Baako had gotten up much later than usual. As soon as Baako departed with the tribal warriors, Thema rushed around the village until she found Michelle. Suddenly she stared at the white woman becoming more aware that she envied her sister's devotion of Michelle. Thema's heart rate increased, as she slowly walked across the room. She approached Nia's side of the bed and sat down next to her sister.

Thema's weight. Thema's arm brushed against her sister's heated flesh but Nia did not move away. Everything remained absolutely motionless for many moments with each one's mind dreaming of the future. All of a sudden the three were sitting up on the bed and each put an arm around another.

Suddenly someone was giving her a kiss on the lips and Michelle welcomed the loving embrace. Then the kiss broke and lips were running up and down her nakedness. Michelle's head was filled with so many emotions that her mind was confused. All of a sudden she was aware that the sisters were kissing. Michelle stared at the amazing sight and watched Thema brush the hair back from Nia's pretty face, as the kiss lingered. It was one of those loving kisses that lasted a long time but was merely a pretense for something else.

Michelle did not feel left out and she merely waited with her eyes glued to the sisterly embrace. Thema and Nia eventually broke the kiss and each moved onto their ultimate enticement. Thema's lips sought the soft, tender lips of her white lover. Her hands cupped the two perfect tits and she instantly pinched the hardened nipples with her strong fingers.

"Sarge coming... he will be in village very soon. He come pick you up... take you to big city," she whispered. "He promise... he bring Thema and me to city soon. Not now... but soon."

Michelle let her mind drift through the magnificent, African desert. She felt a special emotion towards each sister. It was a day for firm decisions, or was it? The sisters were the only ones in a strange, remote village that Michelle felt akin to. She dearly wanted to show Thema appreciation but felt helpless. Nia was right beside her and Michelle couldn't bring herself to tell the girl how much she cared for her.

Suddenly the only thing that mattered was truth and honesty. She didn't have to act or put on pretenses, but merely let it happen. Michelle felt her soul drift like the sand in the desert. She was not alone in a strange village but in the arms of two loving mistresses. All of a sudden Michelle was on her back with her resistance being consumed by a heated kiss. A young lioness was between her legs and Michelle didn't have to wonder if the embrace was real. When the earth-shattering spasm rocketed through her inner regions, Michelle realized her journey through Africa was not over yet.

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Her body was aglow and still flushed from intense lovemaking. She was wondering what had taken over her mind and her normal sanity when the sound of an approaching car drew her attention. It took measly seconds to get dressed and Michelle felt her stomach churn with anticipation. Running outside into the bright sunshine and intense heat, she stopped short when only Sarge got out of the limousine. "Nice to see you. You do look absolutely ravishing in the African dress... stunning if you must know."

It was senseless arguing with the man so Michelle bit her lip and waited. "Come... get in. I will take you back to city... to see husband. He is very anxious to see you," Sarge said grinning the whole time. "You will have to show him the African Butterfly... so he can see his beautiful wife is really an African goddess."

They glared at each other for many moments but Michelle was too afraid to open her mouth. Although the colorful African dress covered her completely, she had the feeling that Sarge's eyes could see her nakedness. She stood motionless letting the hated man humiliate her even more. "Rodney misses you. I told him how you love big, black cocks... and how you willingly let my brother screw your white ass," he said. "Rodney was a little upset when I told him about the tattoo... but he'll get over it."

Their eyes held as Sarge motioned for her to get into the limo. "Get in. I take you to see Rodney," he said. "You missed me... didn't you?"

Michelle rushed past Sarge getting into the backseat before she blew up. She was extremely angry with the man, and knew if she said anything, he would only punish her more. She slid all the way to the far side of the car and Sarge had plenty of room to get in the air-conditioned limo.

All of a sudden Michelle noticed a commotion. She looked out the windshield to a precession of dusty army jeeps, which had just arrived in the village. Some uniformed men got out of the vehicles but it was one particular person that attracted her attention. It was an obvious white woman who had her arms tied behind her back and a loose-fitting, black bag over her head.

The limo started and drove right by the group. Michelle glanced out of the side window, as they passed, and she noticed that the woman was most likely a prisoner to a bunch of renegade soldiers. She glanced at Sarge who had a knowing smile on his face, but he said nothing. The limo sped off heading back to the capital city and Michelle felt like a big weight had been lifted from her entire body.





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

Michelle was stunned by Sarge's revelation. "Rebels not really rebels... but she not know that. She afraid for life and almost pissed panties when her car attacked," he said. "Mosi can be real mean if he wants. He hold her in village... make her believe rebels will harm her."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

Sarge's signal was all it took for the two, young women to act. Sarge swiftly shifted out of the way to allow the women to surround the saddened husband. They were determined to console Rodney's broken spirit and the one woman wasn't shocked when she reached down in the hot water finding a hardened pecker. The woman was well aware that Sarge had given Rodney enough horny goat weed to last many hours. The combination of tribal aphrodisiac and watching his wife's erotic encounter was too much for any man to endure.
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Michelle's head pounded and ached when she woke. The hangover from too much ******* and special African medication was getting more familiar to her but the lingering affects still caused her head to hurt. She was alone in bed and very thankful for the respite. Her memory drifted back to the eventful night and although it was hazy from ******** and eating laced fruit, she remembered. Tremors shot through her entire body with the memories of how she spent all night in bed with Sarge's ***.


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He had no intention of collecting a ransom for the woman's freedom but merely planned using it as a ruse to get complete control over the actress. Sarge's eyes stared into the bright sunshine. He had to blink many times because of the dry, hot air and his heart rate increased, as the time for his planned rebel attack neared. Some of his security guards were dressed in vagabond uniforms to resemble a mysterious band of rebels and he planned using the charade to abduct the beautiful Marie Kelly.

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

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

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

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

Mosi held out his hand inviting the sexy actress out of the limo. At first Marie Kelly refused to take his hand but something in the daring stare of his dark eyes made her move. She took Mosi's big hand and slowly got out of the car to stand before the large man like a frail little girl.

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

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

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

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