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les histoires de chrislebo

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sarge grinned knowing he had everything under control. He took the disk from the manager and told them he would return in a few hours. Again he reassured the group not to worry that he would make all the necessary arrangements to free the actress from the unscrupulous rebels.
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Sarge went over all the details one more time before setting out for the intended rendezvous. The exchange of Marie Kelly for two fake rebels would take place in an isolated site in the middle of nowhere. There would be no witnesses to see that all of the participants were members of Sarge's security *****. Although Marie Kelly's memory would still be clouded by the copious quantity of *****, Sarge reasoned it was safer making the switch away from the quaint village.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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



To be continued...
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Rodney returned from Geneva to the sight of his beautiful wife. Michelle met him at the airport and the couple was quickly taken to a very nice house by one of Sarge's guards. Sarge had informed Rodney that he would reside in the house during the time he worked in the country. The news made Rodney very happy because he assumed his wife would be staying with him in the quaint residence, which was only a short distance from Sarge's home.

The couple continued to hug and caress long after entering the front door. Both were extremely happy to see the other, after being apart for so long, and they had sincerely missed each other. Rodney let his hands venture all over his wife's body relishing the rare opportunity to actual caress Michelle. "It has been so long... too long since I have been able to hold you in my arms. God... honey, you feel so good," he whispered. "I've missed you. God... your breasts feel so... bigger, and so nice in my hands."

Now that Rodney had his wife in his arms, he was almost afraid to stop the lovely embrace. They remained in the entryway of the house. Quickly he explained his trip to Geneva, how uneventful the trip was and that he had merely handed in a favorable report to the International Human Rights Committee.

Just as Rodney was about to ask Michelle questions about her week with Sarge and his family, there was a soft knock at the door. Questioningly Rodney looked at his wife. Then he slowly opened the door to find the teenage Kato standing there with an animated smile on his face. The boy didn't have to say a word, as his indications were that he was there to pickup Michelle.

A tear came to her eye when Michelle looked at her husband's sad face. "I'm sorry... so sorry, love. But I have to go with him... I thought you knew," she whispered. "It's Sarge... his orders are for me to remain in his home until we leave the country."

Rodney felt helpless, sensing the African employment had been a big mistake. He had no idea Sarge had laid the groundwork for the final demise long before he returned from Geneva. During his time away, Sarge ensured Michelle was well aware that she would spend almost all her waking hours with his ***. Sarge threatened, to not only ruin her husband's long, unblemished career, but also he implied that some physical harm might 'accidentally' come to Rodney if she didn't cooperate.

Rodney motioned for Kato to come in while he spoke to Michelle. He closed the door once the boy was inside and then he coaxed his wife off to one side, away from the teenager. "Honey... but I thought? I hoped we could be together... spend the night together," he whispered. "God, honey! When I was gone... did you... ***** with him?"

Michelle knew her husband meant Kato and she didn't know how to lie. She was afraid to say anything so she merely stood motionless and quiet. Rodney's eyes bore a hole into her fragile confidence. "I have to know... were you with him? Did he... he... did you have sex with Kato?

She was distraught and barely able to talk. "I'm so sorry. Sarge ****** me. He ****** me to ***** with Kato," she moaned with her voice breaking. "I had to ***** with him."

She looked at her husband seeing he still needed answers. The conversation quickly took on a swift question and answer phase.

"How often did you ***** with him?"

"Eh... every night."

"Did he... did you have sex every night?

"Oh gawd... yes."

"Darling! But he's only a boy... a fucking boy!"

"I'm so sorry."

Rodney had suspected it but the shocking news still bothered him. Suddenly he was crazy and had to know more. "Was it... the sex any good?"

She stared at her husband intending on telling a lie for once in her life. "No... No, no," she whispered. Then she looked away feeling too guilty to look at her husband. "Oh gawd... I couldn't help it... he was a man. He knew what to do."

"Holy ****! Did you orgasm? Did you have an orgasm with him?"

There were more tears of guilt mixed with shame. "Yes... dear gawd, yes," she whispered still unable to lie. Then the memory of being lost and totally under Kato's spell filled her head.

"Michelle... dear God. How many times? Once, twice... three times?"

"Every night... every day, we had sex. I couldn't stop... couldn't help it. I came... oh gawd, he made me come."

"But honey... you can get pregnant."

She was too distraught by this time and fell into her husband's arms. "I am. I am already pregnant!"

Rodney was too stunned to object when Kato showed his anxiety. The boy wanted to leave and depart with his adorable mistress and he reached for Michelle's arm. Rodney watched his sobbing wife being ushered to the door and he reluctantly let her go. All he could imagine in his distraught mind was the powerful, African boy having sex with his naked, fervent wife.

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Sarge grinned upon reading the news. He perused the gossip section of an international newspaper and noticed that one of the Hollywood actresses was taking a sabbatical to Africa. Apparently the actress wanted to start a family and adopting a baby from one of the African countries was a perfect way to start. Marie Kelly's news article stated that she was leaving within a week or two and she was not cast to do another movie for at least a year.

When the expected message arrived at his office one morning, Sarge read it with great anticipation. "I have decided to accept your invitation. I am going to arrive in your country on Friday, on the noon flight from Los Angles. Please make living arrangements, in the same hotel as we stayed before. I will stay until after the baby is born."

Sarge read the message feeling a great sense of pride. "My oldest sister will be traveling with me and she will look after me during my stay. She is a very influential woman with powerful contacts in the US embassy so please don't try anything with her."

He continued reading with more anticipation building deep inside his belly. "You must promise me complete secrecy and promise you won't let any news get out that I am pregnant. We both know what it would do to my reputation and I insist that it be kept quiet."

Sarge read and laughed out loud at her obvious gullibility. 'Sure,' he chuckled. 'I'll keep it quiet but your sweet ass is mine! I'm going to let my little niece take real good care of it until the baby is born. Then Nia can give it to whomever she wants. Hell... all the boys loved it last time... maybe they can have it again... and again!'

He couldn't stop laughing at his shrewd scheme. Sarge was still laughing when he sent a reply to Marie Kelly and the perpetual grin lasted until the actress's plane arrived. Marie Kelly deplaned and entered the security section of the airport without any fanfare. Sarge watched the beautiful actress, as she walked towards the security checkpoint, and sort of regretted not keeping her for himself.

Suddenly he noticed her accomplice and marveled at the woman's radiant beauty. She was definitely older but carried herself with a grace not common to most. It was obviously Marie Kelly's sister and Sarge's tummy did a summersault thinking of new and more devious plans.

Sarge went straight up to the pair. "I'm so glad you accepted my invitation... to visit our African paradise again," he said to the actress. "This gorgeous woman must be your sister. My, oh my... it is very nice to meet you," he said extending a welcoming hand.

"This is Susan, my oldest sister. Sue... this is Sarge. He is head of security and has assured me that my secret is safe," Marie Kelly said. She gave her sister a warning glance even though none was needed, as the two had discussed Sarge before leaving home.

Susan was full of courage and resolve before the trip but now she was scared. The powerful, dark eyes of the officer in-charge sent shivers of doubt through her entire body. Susan realized they would be cutoff from the outside world once they had cleared security but she reasoned there was no alternative. Thankfully everything went well, as the sisters progressed through security screening, and both breathed a sigh of relief when they were on the way to the hotel.

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Sarge was shrewd. His devious planning and scheming took hours and soared to another level with the news of Marie Kelly's visit. It would be the ultimate control over two of the most adorable women in the world. One he was already master over, or his young *** was, he chuckled. The other was a famous actress who he would soon have complete control over, if he already didn't have, he rea***ed.

It was easy to arrange for a weekend gathering at his home. His nieces were only too happy to attend knowing the white visitors would also be there. Sarge explained to his young nieces that he planned having the two pregnant, white women stay in their village until the babies were born. He told Thema and Nia that he wanted them to visit with Michelle and Marie Kelly for a couple of days at his home, and then they could all spend the next few months in the village.

He was well aware of Thema's admiration for Michelle and he used it to his advantage. With Thema herself getting pregnant at almost the same time, as Michelle, the timing was perfect. Sarge laughed at Nia's response when he mentioned that she should come into the city with her sister. Nia never hesitated when Sarge coaxed her to visit and she seemed overly anxious to meet the actress. He correctly assumed Nia found the American very appealing after seeing what happened to her during the **********.

His tricky plan was well received by Marie Kelly. She didn't relish living in a hotel and jumped at alternate accommodations. Sarge explained how the actress and her sister could stay in his home for the weekend, and then they would live with his two nieces. He told the sisters how Thema and Nia lived in a small village and they were more than willing to look after their needs for the next few months.

Sarge slyly clinched the deal when he told Marie Kelly more. He stated that his oldest niece was pregnant and that she was queen of their village. Then he told the actress that there would be another white woman, who was pregnant, staying in the village during the same time.

Susan was skeptical about moving out of the hotel but her sister insisted they do it. Marie Kelly was convinced of Sarge's concern for her well-being. She was also adamant that she couldn't live in a busy hotel and wanted to be someplace where it was quiet and restful. Being out of the public limelight was a primary concern for her. A small village seemed the perfect place to spend time waiting for the baby to be born, Marie assured her sister.

They were packed and ready when Sarge's limo arrived. Emu and Mosi put the luggage in the car and then took the women to their boss's home. The transition went extremely smooth, as Zelma, her ********* and many servants met the sisters. Sarge planned taking things one step at a time. Stage one was getting everyone at his home so he could demonstrate his supreme control.

Stage two was well thought out. His young *** didn't like the idea but Sarge assured Kato that the white woman would be his after the baby was born. Then he told Kato that the gorgeous Michelle would spend the next few months with Thema in her village. He also explained how the actress would join Michelle in the village and she would be well taken care of by Kato's young cousin, Nia.

Suddenly Sarge grinned feeling more and more confidence after meeting Marie Kelly's sister. He imagined making slight modification to stage two, which included gaining control over the sophisticated Susan. Sarge pictured the refined, ravishing woman and wondered if he was shrewd enough to get the upper hand on such a woman.

Sarge was smart enough to delay any perverted acts until the women felt secure and safe in their surroundings. That was the rea*** he took extra precautions planning stage two. The three women would spend the entire weekend at his home, and his family along with his nieces would show the trio some African hospitality.

The progression to stage three would be his ultimate caper. He planned for Michelle and Marie Kelly to spend months in the village and he left what happened entirely up to Thema and Nia. Sarge didn't even bother giving his nieces suggestions or ideas for what they should do or what should happen during the time. He rea***ed that anything the two young girl's came up with would suffice and totally blow his mind.

The bonus of part three was having Susan around. His altered plan was to have the beautiful woman spend the entire time with him. For once in his life, Sarge planned enjoying the benefits of being the captor. And he suddenly came to the conclusion that he was not going to share her. He would keep Susan for himself and have her as his mistress.

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The weekend went exactly as planned. The sisters spent a relaxing time in Sarge's home and they were given private tours of the capital city. Michelle spent the days at his home although Sarge allowed her to spend nights with her husband. The devious maneuver seemed to work in his favor. It supposedly indicated the married couple had some independence, which added to Sarge's sincerity towards his guests.

Sarge was the perfect host, as he had his family and servants provide lavish meals for everyone. He even supplied local entertainment each evening and it didn't take long to put his guests at ease. The two young girls grew friendly with the three women but neither Thema nor Nia put any forward advances on their targeted victims.

Susan watched things closely and felt overly protective for her young sister. Being the oldest of the five ********, she had always been there for Marie. Susan felt there was something very odd with the way Sarge was treating them and she noticed the other white woman was treated with a special devotion. At one point during a tour of the parliament building, the woman disappeared with Sarge's ***, which seemed very odd to Susan.

The disappearance itself wasn't that odd but it was the appearance of the woman when she returned that was bizarre. Her face was a brilliant blushing red and she acted timid and shy around her husband. Strangely her husband put up with her odd actions although he had a look of deep concern on his face. Susan looked closely at the woman and assumed Michelle was in her late 30's, very close to her age.

As the tour continued around the extensive building, Susan noticed how the young boy boldly put his hands all over the sexy woman. It actually appeared like a game, as the woman tried hard to stop the fondling and groping, but it seemed to do little good. What was the most upsetting to Susan was the way Sarge seemed to tolerate what his *** did and he even appeared to encourage Kato.

The more Susan was around Sarge, the more concerned she became. The man was extremely ******** to the point where he acted arrogant. It was almost as if he assumed the three guests were his per***al servants and he could order them to do anything. What concerned her the most was the way Sarge seemed to garner trust and loyalty from everyone. That was most evident during one of the evening entertainment sessions when he sat beside her. In no time she was conversing back and forth with him and the light banter put her at ease, which she didn't like. She thought he was nothing but a scum-sucking pig and she didn't like the fact he ******* her into liking him.

As the weekend drew to a close, the house got eerily quiet. Thema and Nia returned to their village but Sarge had made sure they were well aware of his requests before they left. He gave them complete freedom and permission to do whatever their hearts desired. "Thema, my dear. You have expressed interest in Michelle... told me how you wish her to be your close friend," he said to his oldest niece. "I will bring her to village... bring her tomorrow. She stay with you until baby born... live with you and Baako."

The arrangements sent a shiver of excitement through Thema's entire body. She had dreamed about this. Fantasized about having Michelle stay with her... live with her. All of a sudden her dream was coming true. She listened to her uncle on pins and needles and then he turned his attention to her sister.

"Nia. Tomorrow I bring Michelle to village... but also I bring Marie Kelly," Sarge said. "It will be big favor to me if you look after actress. She live in Zuberi's home with you... she be your slave... own per***al, white slave."

Nia was too happy and excited to say anything. She hugged her uncle trying to reassure his confidence in her was not unfounded. Then the two girls departed leaving Sarge to wrap up the weekend. He willingly allowed Michelle to stay with her husband at their house for one last night, but made sure they knew his plan. "Tomorrow. I pick you up and we go to village. You stay with Thema... live with her," he whispered sending a shiver of panic down Rodney's spine. "She look after your needs and make sure everything is okay. Also... I arrange for doctor to stay in village."

Then Sarge turned his attention to Rodney. "But you stay in city... work during week. Then visit wife on weekends. I drive you to village so you can visit." Sarge watched the couple leave and he noticed how they embraced in a most hesitant manner.

Suddenly Sarge was alone with his thoughts. He went up to his bedroom and slowly undressed. Then he jumped into the hot tub relishing the upcoming days and weeks. He was in complete control with only one more thing to accomplish. His head filled with fantasies of Susan; the visitor he cherished most of all.
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The couple discussed what was best for the future. Rodney's job with the ruling junta was progressing extremely well and that was why they were given the house to live in. The problem with the arrangements was that his wife did not spend much time with him. One per***, Sarge, planned Michelle's schedule for her, which meant she spent most of time away.

Sarge's sole purpose was the happiness of his *** and he would do anything to further Kato's sexual prowess. When he first told his *** that Michelle would live in the village with Thema, Kato was apprehensive and disappointed. Then Sarge reassured Kato that once the baby was born, Michelle would move back into their home. "Not worry," he told Kato. "Husband think wife live with him, but not so. She will ***** in your bed... be Kato's woman most of the time. Other time," Sarge laughed, "she ***** with me!"

Sarge's explanation to Rodney and Michelle last night when they departed his home had been traumatic. When he told Rodney that his wife would be living in the African village, Rodney had been very upset. They sat at the kitchen table on a bright, sunny morning but both were in an extremely somber mood, as they thought about the upcoming days. By all of Sarge's indications, Michelle would remain in the village until the baby was born and Rodney would hardly get to see her. That possibility infuriated Rodney but then he realized there was nothing he could do to stop Sarge's manipulation scheme.

Michelle looked more radiant that ever dressed in tribal garb. The wrap around dress made her appear much younger and it hid the small swelling in her midsection. The couple embraced for the longest time before Sarge and his driver showed up to escort Michelle out to the limo. It should have been the saddest day of her life, but for the strangest rea***, Michelle's heart beat fast with a mysterious anxiety. She imagined arriving in the village and being met by a loving angel.

When Sarge opened the backdoor of the limo for her to get in, Michelle was shocked to see someone already in the car. Then she recognized Marie Kelly and timidly whispered a warm greeting so as not to show her impending fear of leaving her husband. The two women sat together and Sarge got in facing them in the other seat. Emu drove and Mosi sat up front when the limo sped out of the capital city.

Michelle's mind was in great turmoil during the ride. It was a struggle but finally she managed to chat with the silent woman sitting beside her. They talked about the scenery and the intense hot weather before the topic got to more per***al things. "Your sister... where is your sister? I expected her to be with you." Michelle whispered to her acquaintance.

Marie Kelly sat stiffly in the backseat. "He wouldn't let her. The bastard wouldn't let Sue come with me... come to the village with me," Marie said. Her voice was loud and clear and there was no mistaking her anger. Sarge merely grinned devilishly but didn't say a word, which made Marie even madder.

"He ordered me. The fucking bastard ordered me to join him... drive to the village where he will probably keep me a god damn pri***er," she hissed. "And poor Sue has to stay in his house... in his fucking house all by herself!"

Suddenly the actress felt panic for making such a mistake. "Gawd.... why did I beg her to come with me? Come to this African hellhole," she whispered this time. "It's all my fault. I should never have asked Sue to come."

The two beautiful women sat across from Sarge as the countryside flashed by the window in a complete blur. Michelle felt a great loss being away from Rodney again and wondered if her life would ever return to normal. Marie suffered knowing her innocent sister was alone in an unfamiliar city and living with an absolutely unscrupulous man.

All of a sudden, the limo pulled up at a familiar abode and Michelle sat quietly in the backseat, as if waiting for some mysterious intervention. Sarge quickly got out of the car and he went into his brother's residence. Once he was assured that everything was ready for the visit, he returned to the limo. Sarge held the backdoor open and motioned for the shivering women to join him in Zuberi's home.

Michelle and Marie Kelly went into the house where Sarge was the gracious host, introducing them to everyone. Just as all the introductions were complete, there was an indication of a new guest arriving and a hush came over the entire room.

Thema came into her ******* home with the grace and elegance of an African queen. She wore a gorgeous dress and everyone took in her beauty with an envious stare. Michelle stared at the girl and she felt her heart begin to beat much faster. Her first impulse was to run across the floor and put her arms around the beautiful, native girl. The tattoo on her neck appeared almost healed and the black symbol had a mystic appearance against Thema's dark skin. Michelle couldn't see the African Rose but imagined it clearly in her head.

When Thema surveyed the room, it was just a matter of time before her gaze settled on her eventual target. Thema looked into the amazing eyes of her loyal admirer and suddenly the African girl understood her lingering anxiety. She would not be content or satisfied until they were together. Their eyes did not waver, as Thema slowly walked across the room until she was directly in front of her timid slave.

Thema had practiced basic English with her sister and amazed Michelle with her sudden speech. "You beautiful... very beautiful. I love you," she whispered. Her sudden revelation stunned Michelle and made her heart beat violently out of control. She had the strangest feeling deep inside her belly and it had nothing to do with being pregnant. She stood absolutely still waiting for the African girl to continue.

"We both pregnant. Baby comes at same time... and you stay here. Stay with me and wait for babies," Thema whispered. The girl had the strangest idea that she had to explain everything to the unsuspecting woman. "He say... Sarge say you stay with me. I tell him that I love you. Want you with me."

Michelle was speechless, as she listened to the girl. "I remember. Remember what it was like. When we make love... have sex," Thema said with her hands making precise motions. "You gorgeous... very lovely. I want to touch you... touch you all over. Feel tits... tummy... ass... pussy!"

Luckily none of the other villagers understood the basic English, and Sarge and Zuberi were too far across the room to hear what Thema said. Marie stood speechless next to the two and her mouth hung wide open, as she listened to the shocking revelations.


It was ridiculous and the girl's confession should have infuriated Michelle. Instead she stood riveted to the spot even though Thema's statements sounded demanding and gave the indication there was going to be a role reversal. Being a white slave to a trusting African Queen should have spurred Michelle to action but it did not. Suddenly Thema acted like she was in complete control and she grabbed Michelle's dainty hand. She led the woman across the room, out the door, and swiftly down the street.

Michelle was very familiar with their destination. They walked towards Thema's home so fast that she almost had to run to keep up to the girl. All the while her head was too dizzy and confused to concentrate on any one thing. Suddenly they were inside Thema's home and when the door shut, her heart burst with emotion.

Michelle felt strong arms around her quivering shoulders and then demanding lips on her face. Thema kissed her face before letting her mouth rest next to Michelle's ear. She whispered and her voice sounded so soft and loving that Michelle's breathing grew ragged in a fleeting moment. "You Thema's lover. You stay with me... live with Backo and me," she whispered. "Thema queen... married to Backo. Backo have Thema... and you!"

The girl was demanding and she saw no rea*** for waiting. Thema wanted nothing more than to show her nervous lover how she felt. She almost ripped the top of the dress from Michelle's torso and couldn't strip the garment fast enough. The dress was loose and baggy and it dropped to the floor leaving Michelle in only one undergarment, a pair of borrowed panties.

Thema eyes grew big when she saw the African Butterfly. The tattoo was not fully healed but it did look more like a butterfly than it did when Michelle was in the African village the first time. Her eyes remained on the symbol but her hands reached for the velvety but firm titties. Thema's fingers concentrated on the hard, throbbing nipples and she rolled the buds around and around, hearing moans of desperation coming from her white lover.

Suddenly Thema decided on her course of action. She put her arms around Michelle and pulled her into her hard, youthful body. Her right hand slipped into the panties from behind, and slithered down until reaching the seductive butt cheeks. Thema caressed Michelle's ass for only a short time before she needed more. She sucked in her breath and rotated her hand around Michelle's flared hips until she covered the baby-like pelvis. Thema would always admire the cleanly shaven area and vowed to have it done to herself.

Michelle understood Thema's wishes for power and supreme control. The girl's skilled fingers slipped into the narrow crevice between her slightly spread legs and instantly found the immense wetness. When Thema spread the puffy labia so that she could surround the throbbing clitoris, Michelle knew she would be ****** to surrender.

Suddenly Thema pulled the clit outward until it was stretched beyond the swollen pussy lips. Then she squeezed it hard enough to bring groans of desire from her timorous slave. Cream started flowing from Michelle's most inner sanctuary and

Thema felt the instant wetness coating her dainty fingers. The young girl felt the womanly hips thrust at her hand and she smiled with immense happiness.

Michelle's legs were rubbery and she depended on Thema's strength to hold her upright. Her vision was blurred but she could see the crest of an intense orgasm on the horizon. All of a sudden her feet were moving and the two interlocked bodies quickly wound up on Thema's marital bed. The significance was profound and the young queen knew she would be sharing her most adorable lover with her tribal husband.


How the girl got undressed was a mystery that Michelle gladly accepted. Suddenly time didn't matter anymore and her memory would only include glimpses of coming into the village house, being undressed by the African girl, and then submitting to her native charms. Thema's strong arms held her and a fiery kiss ensued. Their tongues intertwined and Michelle felt herself reaching out to the African girl. She was mature and experienced, but yet, Michelle felt the strongest urge for Thema's control.

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