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Michelle's Story - 6
by Dawn1958 (dawnharvey1958@hotmail.com)

***

Michelle's journey in Africa continues and this story 
is all about her sexual adventures. (MF, FF-bi, nc, 
intr, mast, oral, mc, orgy)

***

Author Note: Please email me with your comments or 
suggestions, as I appreciate readers when they take 
the time to email. This short story was written for a 
special person and I hope these fantasies excite and 
satisfy her.

I receive many requests from loyal readers to do 
stories for them but it takes me weeks to do a story 
properly. After receiving this request from Michelle, 
I decided to try doing a real short story for her and 
see if it comes off okay. See what you think. This 
will be the final chapter and hopefully the ending 
works.

***

Chapter 6

Sarge had never felt this way about another person, 
especially a woman. In his world, men were considered 
superior and women were almost treated like second-
class citizens. Suddenly he was smitten, so to speak, 
by an American goddess. His views and practices were 
abruptly modified and Sarge considered Susan not only 
a ravishing woman, but also his equal. He rolled his 
head to the side and glanced at his sleeping beauty.

Her face was etched with a continuous smile, which 
radiated to everyone around her. Sarge's family 
readily accepted Susan even though she was his 
mistress and his wife didn't mind. It meant Zelda 
received all the luxuries of living with a 
politically, powerful man and she didn't have to 
satisfy any of his radical demands. Sarge looked at 
Susan and he felt more content than ever. "The doctor 
said everything looked good. It must have happened 
right away... the first time we made love," he 
whispered. "Is there a chance...?"

Susan cut him off before he could finish the question. 
"It is yours... without a doubt. My husband hasn't 
touched me in weeks. We haven't had sex in weeks," she 
responded. "The bastard is screwing his secretary, but 
I don't care anymore."

His arm was around her and Sarge pulled Susan into his 
waiting body. She rolled onto her side and the front 
of her body came flush against Sarge's. Something 
became very noticeable and paramount for both. Susan 
felt the obvious hard prick push against her belly and 
she quickly shifted her body upwards so that the end 
of Sarge's cock grazed her pelvis.

One instant the long, hard cock rubbed against her 
heated body and the next it was between her legs. The 
flared head hit the tip of her slit and swiftly 
slipped through the soaked crevice, as it raked her 
tender clitoris. Her entire body jerked in reaction to 
the deliberate caress and suddenly her breathing 
stopped.

Susan felt the head slid backwards about an inch. The 
meat hit her directly at the core and it slipped 
inside before she could take a breath. She didn't dare 
move, as she was in the most vulnerable position, and 
fully realized that Sarge would take her. He kissed 
her on the forehead and tenderly guided her head 
beside his overheated cheek. "I want you... more than 
anything in the world," he whispered in her ear.

Suddenly she could breathe. "Oh, dear gawd, you're 
inside... deep inside of me," she moaned, trying to 
regain her breathing. "Yes... dear gawd, yes!"

The bed was the biggest she'd ever been in. Sarge 
wrapped his arms around her torso and rolled onto his 
back. She remained glued to his body and the only 
thing that changed was the way Sarge's hips moved. He 
thrust his powerful hips at her and made sure his 
ramrod was buried to the hilt at the peak of every 
thrust. Then he rolled onto his side and held onto 
Susan as he constantly jerked his hips back and forth.

Sarge rolled again and this time Susan found herself 
on the bottom. He showed no mercy and no mercy was 
asked for by the woman who suddenly had no stamina. 
Her sanity had long since departed and Susan glared up 
into Sarge's dark, demanding eyes when she felt the 
end approaching. There was something wrong with her 
hips, as they thrashed wildly from side to side on the 
firm mattress, and she abruptly lost control.

Every time Susan shifted to the right, Sarge drove 
downwards with a dire passion, driving her ass into 
the bed. She rebounded and so did Sarge. Susan 
deviously tried moving to the left but Sarge was out 
of control by this time. He drove downwards with all 
of his might and again her ass sank into the bed, only 
to slam back up at the madman. The damn burst and 
Susan raced towards the finish with her heart racing 
and her breathing ragged and sporadic.

Just as she managed to regain a measure of control, 
Susan sensed Sarge's telltale sign of ejaculation. His 
hips jerked wildly and the burning lava filled her 
delicate womanhood yet she welcomed the man's climax. 
Her arms were around his thick torso and each time 
Sarge thrust downward she thrust up to meet his 
desperate lunge. Her orgasm was nonstop and to her 
dismay Sarge took forever to empty his vast sperm 
bank.

His body was covered with sweat. Sarge gently rolled 
off his white goddess and enabled her to breath easily 
again, as he hugged her against his exhausted body. 
Strangely his show of compassion was something Susan 
wasn't used to and it made her feel loved and 
cherished. "We visit village often... every week. You 
see your sister every week and make sure she alright," 
Sarge said.

"Thank you. I promised Marie that I would be there for 
her... look after her," Susan said. "It won't be easy 
for her in a foreign country, but I'm sure your family 
will make her feel at home."

"You not worry. Doctor will stay in village entire 
time and he be there for your sister and Michelle. He 
good doctor."

***

Months past. Michelle lived with Thema and Baako in 
the African village and she hardly got to see her 
husband. Rodney was forced to leave the country right 
after he found out that Michelle was pregnant, as his 
job required him to travel from one country to 
another. He managed a visit back to Sarge's country 
about once a month and each time he longed to stay 
with Michelle until the baby was born. He had no idea 
of the living arrangements in the village, as Michelle 
stayed with him in one of Zuberi's homes during each 
visit, and she didn't volunteer any incriminating 
information.

It was during his last visit before the baby was born 
when Rodney got suspicious. He was riding back to the 
city with Sarge when the man revealed his devious 
plan. "Baby born soon. Michelle have baby very soon. 
She stay in village for a while... for some time," he 
informed Rodney. "Baby have good care and be raised in 
true African tradition."

Rodney was utterly dumbfounded. "Michelle will want to 
go home. She'll want to go home with the baby... very 
soon after," he said.

The devious Sarge planted the seeds of doubt and they 
stayed with Rodney. Weeks past. Kato showed up in the 
village whenever Rodney wasn't around and often stayed 
with Michelle for days at a time. At first she was 
reluctant to sleep with Kato, but it didn't take long 
for the overly friendly and personable teenager to win 
her over. It seemed that Michelle was one of those 
women who craved sex, as her pregnancy advanced, and 
the horny teenager satisfied her sexual needs even 
with her belly growing with child.

One bright sunny day Kato showed up in the village and 
went immediately to see Michelle. He heard crying when 
he approached the hut and quickened his pace, as he 
wanted to see the baby. Both Michelle and Thema were 
holding their babies, but it was Michelle who caught 
Kato's attention. The woman looked totally ravishing, 
as the sun was coming through a window giving Michelle 
the appearance of having a halo all around her body. 
It was that moment the young African decided he wanted 
the white goddess to stay in his country.

There wasn't anything Sarge wouldn't do for his only 
son. Once he heard that Kato wanted Michelle to live 
with them, he schemed until coming up with the perfect 
plan. It was not only a very shrewd plan; it was one 
which had Michelle remaining in the country while 
humiliating her husband to the nth degree. Rodney had 
been away for a couple of months completing the last 
of his duties for the international committee in 
Geneva. When he returned, he was surprised by Sarge's 
willingness to make him happy.

Sarge's manipulation was unscrupulous. Michelle moved 
into his home after her baby was born and Sarge 
allowed Rodney to stay with her whenever he was back 
in the country. According to his devious plan, Sarge 
didn't want the husband to suspect anything. Sarge 
also graciously accepted Marie Kelly into his abode, 
as a deliberate gesture to make Susan happy. It was 
the only way Marie would stay in the country until her 
sister's baby was born so Sarge willingly moved the 
two new mothers into his home in the city.

A few months later Susan had her baby and it was one 
of the happiest moments of Sarge's life. He wouldn't 
let Susan or the baby out his sight and if he did it 
was only when he went to work. Sarge was constantly 
dreaming of ways to either keep control or get 
control. He eventually had the foresight to arrange a 
celebration for the new mothers, but mainly he wanted 
to give his son a special reward. If Kato wanted the 
goddess and relished Michelle having another baby with 
him, Sarge was prepared to do whatever it took to keep 
the woman in the country.

Sarge invited a few guests and along with his entire 
family they celebrated the birth of Michelle's baby by 
christening him into their African tribe. Much to 
Rodney and Michelle's amazement, the baby was given a 
ceremonial African name along with the names they had 
given him. Zuberi, Thema and Nia carried out the 
African rituals to perfection, which made Sarge very 
happy.

The festivities happened in Sarge's large family room 
and one minute the room was full of people and the 
next only four remained. It wasn't hard for Sarge to 
arrange for Susan, Marie Kelly and his wife and 
daughters to go back to the village with Thema and 
Nia. The other guests were ushered out leaving Sarge 
and Kato sitting at a table with Michelle and Rodney. 
Before the couple had a chance to protest or complain, 
the elder statesman coaxed them into having a 
nightcap, a relaxing massage and a soak in his big hot 
tub.

Rodney and Michelle had already consumed too much, but 
it was way too late for the couple to realize they had 
been drugged. Sarge led the way up the prominent 
staircase to the majestic bedroom and everyone was 
seated at a small table in no time. The table was 
about ten feet from the large hot tub and tiled 
bathroom area, which contained a massage table 
surrounded by two servants dressed in customary 
African garb.

The couple readily drank from the large glasses given 
to them, which quickly added to their ultimate 
downfall. One of Sarge's skilled servants motioned for 
Michelle, telling her that it was time for a relaxing 
massage. The combination of paralyzing drinks and 
quiet surreal setting had a serious effect on both her 
and Rodney. The secret drugs robbed their ability of 
muscle control, but not the ability for their eyes to 
convey messages to the brain.

Rodney's head spun like crazy, but he wasn't too drunk 
to know what was happening. He watched his wife who 
couldn't walk on her own being led across the dimly 
lit room by Kato and one of the massage girls. Kato 
and the girl easily got Michelle into a prone position 
on top of the massage table and then the boy went to 
the hot tub. Rodney's eyes almost popped out of his 
head when Kato swiftly undressed and stood beside the 
tub. Nude and proud, the young man displayed his 
growing hard-on before he slowly stepped into the 
steamy water.

Rodney ripped his stare from Kato and focused on the 
real gem. The two determined female servants had 
already stripped Michelle's clothes and left her naked 
on the massage table. One of the women poured a vast 
amount of oil over Michelle's back while the other 
women massaged the radiant white flesh. Sarge's 
servants deviously seduced the sultry white woman. 
Michelle was on her stomach and one woman massaged her 
upper torso while the other concentrated on the lower 
extremities.

The scene was powerful and riveting. Michelle's arms 
were outstretched and fully extended above her head. 
The sides of her breasts were exposed and the glossy 
oil covered her everywhere. Her legs were slightly 
spread and one sly woman often ran her fingers along 
the insides of Michelle's velvety thighs. Each time 
the woman's fingers grazed the vaguely exposed crotch, 
a low moan of distress sounded from the sedated 
victim.

The seductive scene mesmerized Rodney. All of a sudden 
the two women rolled Michelle over. In a flash one 
woman squeezed warm, runny oil all over the front of 
Michelle's nudity and the other woman started rubbing 
it into the white flesh. Rodney's eyes grew bigger 
when the one woman focused on the two overly developed 
boobs. She used both hands to squeeze Michelle's tits. 
Each time she circled the base of a titty, the woman 
slowly milked her fingers up to the end until only the 
elongated nipple was between the skilled fingertips.

The breast massage was spellbinding yet it didn't 
rival the next massage. Rodney noted how his wife's 
legs were spread and that her entire crotch was 
exposed to the African woman. He watched the oil 
spread and cover the area and then the sly woman 
performed magic. Her hands rotated so fast they were a 
blur. Each time they circled the upraised pelvis, one 
or two fingers dipped into the puffy labia. It was 
very obvious to the three men who were totally focused 
on the seduction that the victim was aroused.

Rodney was utterly amazed. He watched the expert 
massage of his wife's tits and noticed how both 
nipples were fully erect. The woman used fleeting 
pinching and squeezing to keep the buds hard and she 
constantly massaged each boob, which was covered with 
the abundance of oil. The breast massage was something 
Rodney had not witnessed before; yet it was the lower 
massage that soon captured his full attention. He 
noted how the woman poured oil over Michelle's pelvis 
and how the trail of liquid fire ran through the open 
crevice between the spread thighs.

It was when Rodney spotted the protruding clitoris 
that he thought something terrible might happen. Every 
few seconds the woman spread the swollen oil-covered 
labia apart to expose the tender gem and then she 
flicked the clitty with her fingers. The woman never 
lingered and only caressed the clitty enough to keep 
Michelle on the highest plateau of lust. Rodney knew 
his wife and how she reacted to stimulation. Her body 
flinched and twitched with each nipple and clitoris 
seduction, but the devious women were too shrewd to go 
too far.

Rodney was oblivious to the fact the women drugged 
Michelle. First one and then the other woman sat 
Michelle up long enough for her to consume a few gulps 
of African potion and then the sexual massage 
continued. The only thing he perceived was how her 
body reacted to the constant molesting of her 
vulnerable clitty, as the skilled fingers kept it 
exposed and swollen.

It was as if he watched someone else and not his wife. 
Rodney actually prayed that the seduction would be 
successful and that the two women would make the white 
woman suffer an untimely orgasm. Just when he expected 
a climax, the two women swiftly roused the white woman 
to her feet. They obediently led Michelle across the 
floor to the side of the tub. Her head sort of rolled 
around on her shoulders and the overly sedated woman 
even had a worried smile on her pretty face.

The following scenes would forever linger in Rodney's 
drunken mind. Kato stood up and his impressive length 
of steel stood straight out from his slender hips. He 
slowly guided the wobbly woman into the hot water and 
helped her sit down beside him. Kato sat with his 
wide, muscular back in the direction of the two 
onlookers and Rodney couldn't see the look on the 
young man's face. Kato put his left arm around 
Michelle's neck holding her tucked into his body. In 
no time the teenager grew impatient. He forced 
Michelle to stand and then he rotated the woman around 
in front of him.

Rodney and Sarge watched in silence. Michelle's body 
was still coated with oil and the water barely beaded 
on her skin. Both men noted the sultry woman stand in 
front of Kato and her eyes were fully glazed, as if 
she was in a trance. The contrasting bodies added 
immensely to the erotic scene and neither Sarge or 
Rodney could refute the beauty and sexy appearance of 
the white woman. Merely sitting across the room and 
witnessing the sexual seductions unfold was 
enthralling.

Rodney kept drinking not realizing it was putting him 
completely under the spell of African weed. Even if he 
wanted to stand up and walk over to the tub, it would 
have been impossible. Michelle stood in front of the 
young African and remained motionless for a few 
seconds. Rodney locked eyes on his wife and he noted 
her sedated and drugged state, as she passively stood 
before the young black man.

The role-playing ensued and Rodney was puzzled by the 
notion of something dreadful happening, but it 
wouldn't hit him until much later. Sarge leaned over 
the table and planted a dire seed. "She his woman. 
Kato now have sex with your wife... make her his 
woman."

"Da... da, what?" Rodney simply stared at the two 
naked bodies.

"Tonight she his. Your wife belong to Kato and she 
want to be his woman," Sarge whispered. "She stay with 
him!"

Michelle's head sort of rolled around and around on 
her shoulders indicating she was completely lost and 
drugged. Rodney noticed her eyes open wider and he 
caught the way she shifted forward, but not the way 
her legs spread to go around Kato's hips. Suddenly her 
mouth opened and Rodney heard loud, raspy sounds 
escape her throat. He noticed her torso sink lower 
into the water and then another desperate gasp 
sounded.

Suddenly the young man engulfed a nipple with his 
hungry mouth and the woman let out a dire moan. Then 
he shifted from one erect bud to the other leaving 
both covered with plenty of saliva. The scene actually 
looked comical when Kato appeared to slap the nipples 
around with his stiff tongue.

Without warning the woman climaxed. Her body started 
thrashing and jerking back and forth when a premature 
orgasm exploded in her belly. Kato was smart enough to 
realize the preceding massage and seduction had robbed 
Michelle's stamina and he quickly thrust his fingers 
into the raging furnace. He instantly found the 
throbbing clitty and rolled it around as vigorously as 
possible in the small expanse between Michelle's legs. 
He yanked the clitoris from the puffy shelter and 
squeezed it with his fingertips until her hips 
eventually quieted.

Rodney assumed it was over, but only chapter one of a 
complex saga was complete. Abruptly Kato stood up and 
it was very apparent what he demanded. Merely by sign 
language and simple motions the teenager got the 
obedient woman onto her knees while he sat on the edge 
of the hot tub. With his erection pointed proudly in 
the air, he guided Michelle's head to his lap. The 
ensuing cock sucking was impressive as well as 
skillful.

Rodney visualized the mystic woman sucking the stellar 
African cock. Suddenly her mouth opened wider and Kato 
held onto Michelle's hair ensuring her mouth engulfed 
more of his cock. He rammed his cock into her throat 
until her eyes bulged and her chest heaved as she 
fought for air. Rodney witnessed animal lust. Kato 
forced Michelle to swallow most of his cum before he 
quickly pulled his cock out of her mouth.

Kato jumped back in the hot water and stood directly 
in front of Michelle. He deliberately sat down on one 
of the seats and pulled Michelle into his lap. Rodney 
knew something was dreadfully wrong, but his mindless 
stupor prevented any worthwhile reaction. He watched 
the young African put his hands on Michelle's slender 
shoulders and deftly push downward. Rodney observed 
the exact moment that Kato porked her. Michelle's 
mouth flew open wide and her tongue rolled out the 
corner of her mouth. There was a violent thrust of the 
teenager's hips, as he drove upward with all of his 
might and almost lifted Michelle out of the water.

Kato held motionless at the height of full 
penetration. Then he dropped back to a seated position 
and it was apparent that his cock was embedded in the 
distraught woman. The scene was a reflection of 
complete opposites. The husband thought the woman 
experienced great pain and suffering while internal 
convulsion actually consumed the woman's sanity. Even 
drugged and out of her mind, Michelle's womanly 
instincts took over. She rammed her hips down at the 
monster and swallowed every inch of throbbing prick.

The weed consumed her brain and Michelle wanted it 
bad. Flashes of bright lights went off in her head and 
she lost all control of her resolve. Michelle was 
expected to orgasm so she did, as Kato turned her into 
a wanton bitch. Suddenly unable to move a muscle or 
anything in her body for a brief moment, she let the 
young man control her every need. She felt intense 
throbbing and pulsations deep inside her being and 
knew each throb was sending African cum into her 
vulnerable womanhood. The molten lave filled her inner 
reservoir and Michelle welcomed the raunchy, brute 
sex.

All of a sudden she bucked; Michelle rolled and she 
rocked back and forth with the big cock buried in her 
belly. She was in another world and it would be hours 
before she realized what had happened. Michelle 
welcomed the lust and willingly surrendered as water 
splashed when she rode Kato's manly cock. Her eyes 
bulged and she stared across the room at two shadowy 
figures. One she recognized as the black man who 
controlled her spirit and owned her soul, but she 
didn't recognize the other.

Kato wanted to keep the white goddess forever. She was 
defenseless to his virile male seed and he was 
determined to use deception and drugs to keep her 
under his control until it happened again. In her 
sedated state, Michelle willingly accepted her fate 
even though she was in the most vulnerable time of the 
month.

The vulgar hot tub intercourse was probably the 
hottest sex scene Rodney had witnessed in his life. He 
was still staring wide-eyed at the copulation when two 
women grabbed his arms. He was lifted out of his chair 
and swiftly escorted over to the massage table. His 
clothes were stripped and there was absolutely no 
opposition when the two women went to work.

The massage was skillful, but it didn't last very 
long. Oil covered his body as both women used their 
hands to fully arouse and stimulate Rodney. His 
stamina was put to the test when one woman stroked his 
hard cock and the weed ensured his erection remained 
everlasting. There was no need to stroke his hard-on 
yet the woman did it anyway, jerking him off until his 
endurance hung by a slender thread.

Just before he blasted off, the woman swiftly jumped 
up on the table. She spread her knees around Rodney's 
hips and squatted directly on top of his upstanding 
cock. The woman guided the head of Rodney's cock into 
her fiery inferno and it took mere seconds before his 
hips jerked randomly up and down, as he shot his big 
load of cum into the willful bitch.

Rodney surmised something was different, maybe even 
wrong with what transpired over the next few hours. 
Every time he looked over at his wife, she was in the 
throes of sexual ecstasy with the young African. Kato 
poured more African narcotic into Michelle and then he 
fucked her again in the hot tub. Then he carried her 
across the room to the large bed where it became 
evident that the young African had a perpetual hard-
on.

One could have written a book about the various sexual 
acts and positions used by the overly competent 
teenager. Kato used the role of missionary for one 
sexual encounter and then he became a dog trainer who 
whipped the doggie until she was trained and obedient. 
The doggie howled at the wind when the big trainer 
mounted her and Kato pounded Michelle's ass, showing 
her no mercy or leniency for being a doggie.

The intermissions and interludes were short and very 
infrequent. It seemed Kato had limitless stamina due 
to ingesting plenty of the mysterious African 
stimulants and he appeared to use the pauses as a 
means of coming up with new and better intercourse. 
Michelle and Rodney were powerless against the 
unfamiliar goatweed and the couple was African sex 
toys for the entire night. The sun was coming up when 
everyone except Sarge fell asleep. Sarge watched the 
night of sexual rapture and he was thoroughly worked 
up when he departed for the village. He wanted only 
one thing and she was staying the night with his 
nieces, Nia and Thema.

Sarge left Michelle and Rodney drugged and totally 
under the control of Kato and his servants. He left 
specific instructions with his son that he was to keep 
the Americans sedated until he returned. Kato was in 
his glory. He had power and full control over the one 
woman he adored and idolized. The best part was the 
mind-altering drugs left Michelle sexual stimulated 
and dependent so he could do whatever he wanted 
without any repercussion. Kato relished the fact he 
had many hours with Michelle while Sarge attended the 
annual tribal rituals.

***

The entourage left late for the village so it was past 
midnight when they arrived. Sarge didn't want his 
family and in particular Susan to witness what he 
planned for the American couple. His wife and 
daughters stayed in one of the family's dwellings, 
which were kept for family visits to the village, 
while Nia insisted the sisters stay with her. Susan 
and Marie were a little reluctant with the 
arrangements, but they went along with Nia's plan 
because there didn't seem to be any reasonable 
alternative.

The babies were quickly put to bed and everyone else 
retired, as it had been a long day. Susan and Marie 
Kelly used the same room and they quietly undressed in 
the pitch darkness. "Did you notice how she... 
Michelle was out of it," Susan whispered.

"Yes! There was something in her drink. I'll bet that 
man used drugs. The same ones he uses whenever he 
wants something," Marie said.

"He's not like that. Sarge didn't do anything. He 
would never do anything to Michelle," Susan whispered.

"Look sis! You had his baby and you obviously are in 
love with the man, but please don't try to convince me 
that he's not evil."

"He not. He treats me with respect and dignity."

"Yes, I have to agree. The bastard does treat you 
better than anyone. What did he tell you when we 
left?"

"He just said that she... Michelle was going to tell 
her husband that she wanted to stay; live in Sarge's 
house with Kato. He wanted to be around so that the 
husband didn't hurt her. He wanted to protect Michelle 
in case her husband got mad and violent."

"Wow, what is with you women? First you and now 
Michelle sacrifice everything to stay in Africa. God 
sis, you do amaze me sometimes," Marie said.

They went to bed and fell asleep very quickly. Marie 
Kelly was probably the luckiest woman alive. Yes, it 
was dastardly that she was kidnapped and raped. Even 
worse she got pregnant from lord knows which tribal 
juvenile male, but Sarge's devious plan for her to 
have the baby in his country actually worked out for 
the best because Marie managed to keep the secret from 
the rest of the world. In addition her sister's 
influence with Sarge saved Marie from suffering any 
physical harm during her stay in the African village. 
Marie also enjoyed all the comforts of home while 
staying with Sarge's relatives, which certainly made 
the months more bearable.

Susan's influence ensured Marie's safety during her 
pregnancy and until the baby was born. Marie had been 
extremely skeptical at first because she didn't trust 
anyone except her sister and Susan wasn't supposed to 
be with her all of the time. She endured the 
pregnancy, as best she could, and it all became worth 
it when the baby was placed on her chest right after 
being born.

Marie cried. The baby boy was precious and the honor 
of childbirth was even more gratifying than she ever 
imagined. Marie didn't let the boy out of her grasp 
for at least two days and then she felt safe and 
relaxed enough to let others touch him. Later in the 
week Michelle's baby was born followed a day later by 
Thema's and astonishingly all were boys, which were 
highly revered by the villagers.

When Marie had found out she was pregnant and even 
until the baby was born, she considered leaving the 
child in Africa or giving it up for adoption. Once the 
baby was in her arms, Marie wanted nothing more than 
to keep him and raise him on her own. Sarge's doctor 
was very accomplished and he ensured she and the other 
two women and babies were healthy while receiving 
excellent medical care. She debated going back to the 
States right after the baby was born, but she relented 
when Susan pleaded with her to stay. "Wait until my 
baby is born. I would be grateful if you stayed here 
and waited... waited with me. I came to Africa for you 
and to be with you!"

Reluctantly Marie remained, but only under one 
condition. Sarge had to let her live in his mansion or 
she was prepared to leave for home as soon as the 
doctor said it was okay. This meant she had every 
comfort a woman could dream of as all of Sarge's 
servants and even his wife and daughters did 
everything to make Marie's life comfortable. The weeks 
turned into months and before she knew it, Susan's 
baby was born. Marie planned staying with her sister 
for a couple of weeks and then she assumed they would 
all return to the States.

When Marie brought up the subject of making 
arrangements to return home, Susan promptly informed 
her sister that she was not going home for some time. 
Stunned and totally surprised by Susan's announcement, 
Marie went ahead and booked the trip for herself. She 
was slightly hesitant about arriving home with her 
baby and it took hours of planning to come up with 
viable things to say. She had already informed her 
manager who was planning for her return that he should 
tell the news agencies that she had adopted a baby 
from an African country.

About a week and a half after Susan's baby was born, 
Sarge's planned celebration happened. Marie was 
actually happy when Sarge persuaded everyone to leave 
the party, as she didn't trust the man and certainly 
didn't relish partying with him around. When Marie 
went to the village, she did so with Susan, which 
meant she had nothing to worry about.

Since Marie's flight back to the States wasn't for 
another couple of days, she had lots of time to kill. 
She got up fairly early the morning after arriving in 
the village and found out that the day was already 
planned for her and Susan. Sarge had deliberately 
scheduled their visit to coincide with a tribal 
celebration similar to the one over a year ago when so 
many things happened. Zuberi and other senior members 
of the tribe intended to indoctrinate young warriors 
into the tribe and also celebrate other national 
traditions, as they did every year.

Since the day itself was festive and mainly celebrated 
by men of the tribe, the women planned other 
activities to keep them busy. Thema wisely decided to 
take the sisters to visit a few ancient treasures and 
witness some interesting traditions before the 
official evening ceremonies. They were gone a few 
hours and Thema got a big surprise when they returned 
to the village. The young queen discovered her young 
sister had scheming intentions, which evolved around 
the American sisters.

The group of women sat down for something to eat and 
in a matter of minutes Susan and Marie Kelly were 
acting strangely. "What are you doing? What did you 
put in their food... their drinks?" Thema asked her 
sister knowing full well that Nia had slipped 
something into the drinks.

"You can stay if you wish... watch me have some fun 
with the actress and Sarge's woman," Nia said.

"Nia, be careful! If you harm Sarge's woman in any 
way, he kill you. Be careful," Thema whispered.

"Not worry. I will have fun again watching the famous 
actress get ass fucked by the youngest warriors... 
ones who not old enough to be warriors," Nia said. 
"Susan will stay here... with you."

Thema felt relieved. She knew her uncle was capable of 
just about anything and he certainly would be out for 
revenge if anything happened to his white mistress. 
Nia had her evil clutches on the gorgeous American 
actress again and she wasn't going to miss another 
perfect opportunity for more gratification. 
Controlling and forcing the beautiful woman to be her 
slave and then having the young warriors rape Marie 
had been the biggest reward up to now. Nia glanced at 
Sarge's white goddess and wondered if there could be a 
greater accomplishment than having her as an obedient 
slave?

Nia would never admit to anyone that her newly set 
goal included Susan. She glanced at her sister and 
slyly thought to herself. 'You wait sis. When I finish 
with sexy Marie Kelly... you next. I watch you play 
with beautiful white women.' Nia smiled as she watched 
her sister move around the kitchen. 'I watch you with 
Michelle and soon I watch you with Susan.'

Sarge and all of the tribal men consumed far too much 
firewater and were virtually inebriated by the time 
evening festivities started. They were all in the 
village square when Nia acted by deviously separating 
the drugged sisters. She cunningly had Susan remain 
with Thema and the other women of the tribe while she 
tricked Marie into going with her.

Nia led the way to a separate hut close to the town 
square where they observed the numerous men who were 
in full celebration mode. The evening ceremony was 
well underway when Marie suspected something was 
dreadfully wrong. Everyone had been drinking African 
refreshments and she had no idea that the ones given 
to her were different than the ones Nia and her 
friends consumed. It was too late by the time she 
realized the tricky young princess spiked her drinks. 
"We change. Put on costumes so we can join the 
celebrations," Nia informed the stunned woman.

There was a flurry of activity when Nia and her 
girlfriends all stripped. Marie's eyes opened wide in 
sheer amazement when the naked girls surrounded her 
and began taking off her clothes. In scants seconds 
she was also naked and being freely fondled by every 
one of the girls. Suddenly Nia shoved a fresh drink 
into her hands and ordered her to drink. Marie guzzled 
it without a second thought and then another drink was 
thrust into her hands. Her head was spinning out of 
control and nothing made sense to her.

Marie's arms and legs seemed heavy and too thick to 
move around. Her eyes worked perfectly and her body 
remained petrified when one of the girls grabbed her. 
Marie tried to cry out when the girl grabbed her by 
the hair and yanked her head, tilting it backwards. 
She let the drink fall to the floor and tried to 
struggle. Any feeble protest was muffled when the girl 
stuck her tongue down Marie's throat in an effort to 
make Princess Nia very happy.

Nia watched her friends grope the actress, as each 
took turns trying to please their leader. One girl 
demonstrated the most demanding kiss while another 
feasted on Marie's succulent boobs. Nia noticed how 
the actress tried to protect her titties, but her arms 
were firmly held out to the sides. Nia's girlfriend 
freely devoured one of the outstanding nipples before 
switching to the other, which left both buds extremely 
hard and erect and covered with spit.

A big smile crossed Nia's face when she noticed Marie 
grow taller and stand on her tiptoes. Another 
girlfriend finger-fucked the helpless actress and Nia 
couldn't tell how many fingers her friend had buried 
inside the squirming woman. Then the most profound 
moment happened when Marie's seductive body seemed to 
hang in midair, balancing not on one but on two hands. 
Nia looked behind Marie and witnessed one of the 
African teenagers christening the supple white ass.

Somehow Marie broke the demanding kiss and pleaded 
with the attackers. "Stop! Please stop, it hurts. Oh 
gawd, please stop," she begged. Despite being quite 
sedated, the humiliation was still painful and 
appalling to her.

Suddenly the scene was even better. Two girls each had 
one of the hard nipples in their mouths and clearly 
showed their sharp teeth, which raked back and forth 
across the hardened pebbles. The other two girls used 
their fingers like pros, as one finger-fucked Marie's 
pussy while the other fucked her defenseless ass. 
Marie had no idea how long the molestation continued. 
She was completely exhausted when it stopped and 
someone whispered in her ear. "That enough? You enjoy 
fucking with my friends, but we have to satisfy my 
real goal," Nia whispered. "You whore for three young 
warriors!"

Abruptly everyone had something to do. Nia and her 
friends retrieved their clothing and the young 
princess handed Marie a brightly colored dress. She 
motioned for Marie to get dressed and stood 
impatiently with her hands on her hips and a deadly 
serious grin on her pretty face. Marie frantically 
looked around for her discarded undergarments, but 
quickly realized it was the dress or nothing. She 
donned the typical African garb and shivered at the 
thought of being caught without anything else.

Suddenly the African teenagers easily lifted their 
captive and carried the bewildered and sedated woman 
the short distance around the village square to the 
dreadful barn. The dress left no doubt about Marie's 
sexy body and the thin material did little to hide the 
fact she wasn't wearing underwear. She was jostled 
around until the girls managed to pin her on a large 
bed of straw. Marie was flat on her back and spread 
out like a sacrifice to some religious god. She didn't 
know if her arms and legs were tied out to her sides 
or if she just couldn't move them because of the 
drinks. Her head was planted on a pile of straw and 
she stared up at black, empty space.

There was an intense fireball in her guts. Marie 
thought back, through a haze in her mind, to her 
previous kidnapping episode when the sly tribal 
members deviously slipped the African goatweed into 
her food and drink. The powerful drug had gotten rid 
of her inhibitions and willpower and left her easy 
prey. She was completely out of it and powerless when 
numerous men of the tribe had sex with her that first 
time. All of a sudden the burning in her tummy was 
exactly the same. Her eyes remained wide open and 
glassy when three young warriors approached.

Marie desperately wanted to fight and prevent any 
molesting, but the giggling girls held her arms and 
legs. She opened her mouth to say something or at 
least protest, but nothing came out. One of the young 
warriors stood over her outstretched torso and there 
was a brightly colored loincloth covering his 
midsection, but there was no hiding his obvious 
aroused state. Marie struggled to focus on the 
protruding tent in front of his hips and she naively 
hoped that everything was just a bad dream.

It was the strangest feeling in the world when 
everything happened in dramatic slow-motion. The young 
warrior instantly grabbed the two obvious knobs in the 
front of her dress and Marie squealed when he squeezed 
her nipples in an overzealous manner. She tried to 
move her arms to protect herself, but it was 
impossible with Nia's girlfriends pinning them down. 
Marie didn't have to look down to know her dress was 
haphazardly up around her upper thighs. One instant it 
barely covered her bare crotch and the next the hem 
was up around her waist.

Nia was in her glory. She purposely rolled the hem of 
the dress upwards so that the three young warriors 
could witness a real woman. "Don't be shy. Let the 
boys see that you are a whore. Let them see your wet 
pussy." Nia put her mouth right next to Marie's ear 
and spoke in the most taunting manner. "They have 
never seen a woman before. You be their first fuck... 
their whore."

Marie felt totally helpless and unable to fight 
against the powerful princess because of the drugs and 
strange African sedatives. She felt hands on her torso 
and then the skimpy dress was stripped. Her legs were 
easily pried apart and the cool air washed over her 
nakedness, but instead of having a cooling affect it 
seemed to heat up the bare flesh. Marie noticed the 
young warrior reach for his loincloth and she squeezed 
her eyes closed, too afraid to watch what happened.

Abruptly Nia forced her sex-slave into a seated 
position and poured more tainted drink down her 
throat. "Open eyes... not miss anything," she ordered.

Marie stared straight ahead, as the young warrior 
ripped off his loincloth and left his rock-hard cock 
bobbing up and down in free space. With a sudden jerk, 
Nia forced her backwards again and onto her back, as 
two of her devilish girlfriends pinned Marie's legs 
apart. The young warrior stood menacing between her 
thighs and Marie wanted to scream. Something touched 
her bare crotch and she arched her back in an effort 
to see what the young African was doing. Her eyes 
practically bulged out of her head when she watched a 
hardened black prick being rubbed up and down through 
her unprotected crotch.

Marie focused on the warrior's fingers, which were 
tightly wrapped around his thick penis, but she lost 
sight of the bulbous head, as it was pushed down 
through her slit. Her hips jumped when the head rubbed 
across her clitoris and then she gasped out loud when 
it slipped through her honey-hole. Then the warrior 
shifted his cock downward an inch or two and teased 
her puckered asshole in a most taunting fashion. Marie 
wiggled and twisted her hips begging for pity yet none 
was forthcoming. He threatened to enter her anal 
opening, but then moved towards his real goal.

The warrior swooped his cock through the wet opening 
again and then crushed her clitty before starting the 
damning act all over again. Soon the head of his cock 
and much of the long shaft were completely coated with 
slick, womanly oil. All of a sudden Marie couldn't 
breathe, as the wind was knocked out of her chest. The 
teenage warrior felt his illustrious cock coated with 
woman juices for the very first time and he couldn't 
resist. He plowed his hips at the sexy gorgeous, white 
woman and felt the volcanic hole burn his lengthy cock 
until he was fully embedded in his first cunt.

The warrior started screwing her like a wild savage 
and Marie's brain knew something was dreadfully wrong. 
Even in her sedated state, she realized the time of 
month was dangerous. If she had sex now, it was very 
possible that she would get pregnant again. Marie 
tried desperately to close her legs, but it was 
impossible with the slender teenager mounted on top of 
her. Suddenly Nia decided to punish the famous white 
actress and display more of her supreme control. "You 
whore for Atsu. He not yet warrior, but soon!"

Marie was shocked and too bewildered to say much. 
"Naaa... nooo, no."

Nia wrapped her arm around Marie's head and cradled 
her head when she put her lips right next to the 
woman's ear. "Atsu name mean he first-born and twin 
brother next. You first woman for them and you make 
them proud pretend warriors," Nia whispered, as she 
taunted Marie with her tongue. "You drink much 
goatweed, but also much African fertility drug. Black 
warrior put babies in belly!"

The young princess laughed out loud and encouraged the 
young tribal member. There was something strange yet 
unigue about these tribal males. Young and 
inexperienced, the young warriors seemed to possess 
profound stamina and longevity. Atsu rode the bucking 
bronco determined to break her will and ride her to 
the very end. He pumped his cock in and out and each 
time reached the limit of her womanhood, which brought 
a dire moan out of Marie. Then Atsu huffed and puffed 
in a frenzied state and Marie realized the teenager 
was filling her with his African seed.

She cried yet there were no tears. Teenagers and any 
of the young men she had intercourse with in the 
States would climax within minutes and some within 
seconds of entry. Atsu continued the frenzied pace 
after his orgasm began and pumped his powerful hips 
until the end of his climax. There was no respite for 
Marie. Atsu rolled off her outstretched frame and his 
brother quickly took up the challenge.

The last thing in the world Marie ever imagined was 
being cooperative or a willing partner. Her inner 
voice screamed for them to stop and she couldn't 
prevent Nia from pouring more African juice down her 
throat. Marie was placed into a seated position each 
time Nia forced her to drink. The goatweed ran out the 
corners of her mouth and down her chest until it 
coated both boobs in a truly seductive manner. Then 
Nia slammed her down on her back again and wrapped her 
strong fingers in the curly locks of hair. "You fuck 
black cock. Fuck black cock and make me happy... or 
else!!"

It sounded more like a warning instead of a 
premonition. Atsu's twin brother fucked her and his 
burning lava filled her inner being before it started 
all over again. The third warrior had seen enough. He 
was overly aroused and knew his stamina wouldn't last 
if he mounted Marie's helpless, outstretched body so 
he decided to make the encounter memorable. Luckily 
the straw-bed was wide enough and he had room to lie 
down beside Marie.

Even before he did anything, Nia and the other girls 
cheered. The young warrior fisted his cock and held it 
positioned straight up in the air. Then he asked his 
friends to help. Marie wondered what was happening 
when hands grabbed her arms, legs and body. She was 
lifted and held above the young warrior, as the teen 
voiced orders to his friends.

In a split second and to her utter horror, Marie 
glanced down at the warrior's cock, which was 
positioned directly under her upraised body. Her mind 
was foggy, but she would always remember what 
followed. The numerous assistants easily lowered her 
body on top of the menacing cock and the young warrior 
guided the head to the proper wet-spot. The hands let 
go and she dropped, instantly embedding the black cock 
to the hilt.

Marie uttered a loud gasp of surprise at the 
realization of being ravaged again. She was too 
stunned to understand that her reactions created an 
even more thrilling encounter for the teenagers. Marie 
straightened her arms and put her hands on the teen's 
chest in an attempt to stop the disgraceful screwing. 
Her biceps pushed her boobs inwards and caused them to 
bounce, as the teenager pumped his hips up and down 
like a wild-man.

The young warrior had never seen anything like it. 
First he ogled the bouncing titties and then he 
slapped them in an effort to keep them bobbing and 
swaying. The cheering got louder when the young 
warrior grabbed her shapely ass-checks. He cleverly 
supported her body and bounced her up and down much to 
the delight of the onlookers. Marie's luscious tits 
bounced freely so the twins and the girls all feasted 
on the delicious sight, as their friend fucked the 
delirious white woman. It wasn't long before the teen 
grunted and moaned and everyone in the secluded barn 
became aware of his orgasm.

Marie mistakenly assumed her turmoil would be finished 
once the three had ravaged her, but the biggest shock 
of her life was yet to come. Nia wanted more. The 
princess leaned closer and made sure Marie could hear. 
"Belly full of cum... much warrior cum. Now you show 
Nia that you real whore," she whispered. "You orgasm 
with Atsu's cock inside belly."

Marie Kelly was defeated. She merely sat on top of the 
young warrior, as he squeezed out the last few drops 
of African cum, and she kept her eyes shut. "Nuf... 
no, no more. Naaaooo," she whimpered.

Nia grabbed the startle woman and roughly pushed her 
backwards. "Nia watch. Watch you experience big 
orgasm. You show Nia."

Marie landed on her back when Nia and her friends 
practically threw her onto the bed of straw. Atsu was 
between her legs before she could react. He put his 
hands on the inside of her thighs and pushed them as 
far apart as possible.

Nia wanted them to do more. She correctly assumed the 
stamina of three immature males would be short and 
premature at first, but be prolonged during a second 
episode. There was no need to feed Marie more mind-
altering drugs, as the woman was completely under the 
influence of the unfamiliar African aphrodisiac. Nia 
quickly commanded Atsu to take charge while she rained 
kisses all over Marie's face, neck and shoulders.

Nia held Marie's head up so she could see everything 
that happened. With her arms outstretched and her back 
arched, Marie witnessed Atsu kneeling between her 
widespread thighs. He held his rejuvenated cock at the 
base with two fingers and devilishly waved the head up 
and down. Each time Atsu twisted his cock downward, he 
slapped Marie directly on her upraised pelvis. The 
sensations were indescribable. Her glazed eyes opened 
as wide as possible and Marie watched the pounding 
meat spank her pelvis until Atsu grew impatient.

Marie had difficulty controlling her heart rate and 
her breathing became very uneven, as the young warrior 
followed Nia's script. Atsu shifted slightly downward 
and craftily slapped the pink slit causing her 
clitoris to throb. Much to Marie's horror, Nia put her 
fingers on the puffy labia and spread them apart so 
that everyone could see the swollen jewel. Marie's 
hips jumped and jerked each time Atsu slapped her open 
slit and she uttered moan after moan while staring at 
the demoralizing spanking.

When the princess thought Marie was teetering on the 
edge, she signaled Atsu. He held the head of his cock 
on top of the rosy clitty and deftly rolled the bud 
around with the flared end. Then he shifted his hips 
backwards again and this time he came forward and hit 
the waiting hole. The greased head of his cock entered 
Marie's pussy and the onlookers could tell she 
experienced confusion when her breathing stopped.

Marie held her breath for the longest time and until 
her belly was full of cock. Her crazed brain made 
believe it was her last boyfriend who she had adored, 
which restored her breathing just in time. She rolled 
her head to the side, but there was no way of evading 
the devious Nia. Marie heard the girl's steady, 
demanding voice and wondered if Nia was crazy. "You do 
it. Do it now," Nia whispered. "Be woman for Atsu and 
show Nia that you his whore."

"Women? Whore?"

"Nia watch you cum all over Atsu's black cock."

"Cock?"

"Cream all over Atsu's cock for Nia."

"Cream?"

"Show Nia that you Atsu's whore."

"Whore?"

"Not yet... we wait."

"Wait?"

"We hold off until Atsu ready. We wait."

"Wait?"

Atsu's hips were in a steady rhythm and he 
systematically pounded his stellar cock in and out of 
Marie's listless body. Suddenly her entire body 
stiffened and her pelvis literally thrust up at him. 
He wrapped his fingers around the flared top of her 
hips and the angle was perfect. Atsu thrust his hips 
like a raging bull and Nia waited for the telltale 
sign from the distraught woman. The barn got extremely 
quiet and everyone watched the royal fucking with 
great anticipation.

"I saw it. You whore," Nia whispered. "Cumming all 
over black cock. Mistress very happy."

"Happy?"

"Yes. Very happy."

"Yeaaaaa... eeeeaaa!" Even drugged Marie knew 
something wasn't right. It was impossible. She wasn't 
even turned on or the slight bit aroused. Suddenly her 
hips thrust upwards just as the wild stallion bucked. 
The warrior ripped through her cervix and into the hot 
sanctuary of her womanly being. Hot searing lava 
washed all over her tender womb and somehow her hips 
remained fully extended.

Suddenly Nia yelled at her. "I knew it. I knew you'd 
cream. You whore just like last time!"

Atsu was in control. His strong hands hugged the top 
of Marie's hips and his fingers dug into the small 
waist. He held her ass off the straw bed and pumped 
his powerful hips, as he blasted jets of cum into her 
deepest regions. Rendered helpless by the sudden 
orgasm, she surrendered to the continuous convulsions 
in her womanly being. Bloated with an overload of cum, 
Marie rode the out of control roller coaster wondering 
if it would ever stop.

The demoralizing climax literally left Marie a rag 
doll. Her body belonged to the princess and her young 
friends. Marie imagined rolling away from the young 
warrior and getting out of his grasp, but not a muscle 
moved in her immobile body. Atsu's twin brother 
listened to the tribal princess and he relished having 
the white goddess a second time. He followed Nia's 
instructions and easily picked up the slender woman, 
turning her over. Flat on her stomach, Marie felt her 
hips being raised and suddenly her ass was high in the 
air because she balanced on her knees.

The third warrior was promised a royal blowjob. He 
grabbed Marie's shoulders and raised her up until she 
was in the perfect doggie position. Marie had no idea 
what was in store and simply remained quiet and 
docile. She felt movement behind her and shivered when 
the twin brother positioned himself for another sexual 
encounter. Her assumption was correct, but the exact 
details were way off.

Marie felt the head of the African's cock being swiped 
through her soaked hole and readied herself for 
another entry. Without warning the teenager pulled 
backwards and shifted the head of his cock upwards 
just the slightest amount. Her mouth opened and she 
let out the loudest gasp, as the cunning warrior 
rammed his hips at her bare ass. The cum-covered head 
of his cock entered the small hole and many inches of 
his cock slithered into the dark haven.

Marie's scream was muffled when a cock was shoved into 
her mouth. The third teen knew what to do and he 
forced Marie to suck his rejuvenated cock, which 
throbbed and pulsed in anticipation of his first 
blowjob. If it wasn't for the foreign drugs, she might 
have collapsed and died when the twin thrust his cock 
into her ass. His movements were extremely slow and 
deliberate at first, but then she must have stretched 
allowing him more freedom.

It would always be remembered as the night from Hell. 
Already ravaged by the tribal teenagers, suddenly the 
worst possible sexual encounter happened. Eventually 
the twin pumped his cock in and out, as he relished 
anal sex with Nia's sex slave, and his friend forced 
much of his cock into Marie's mouth. "Not take out... 
keep cock in mouth," Nia ordered, as she demanded 
complete obedience. "You suck and give blowjob. Keep 
cock in mouth and drink much cum."

Confused and unable to fight the powerful princess, 
Marie resigned to the fact she was an African sex toy. 
Both young warriors readied for their approaching 
climaxes just as one of Nia's girlfriends ran into the 
crowded area. The girl had been standing guard outside 
and she rushed up to her young leader. She shouted a 
warning in her native tongue and everyone hurried into 
action. "Someone come. Big man from Sarge's army 
comes. Hurry, we go."

Even in her crazed mind, Marie understood. All of the 
girls including Nia immediately let go of her. Atsu 
heard the warning and quickly repeated it to his two 
comrades. His brother defiantly gave one more powerful 
thrust and fully embedded his cock while his friend 
released as many demons into Marie's mouth as 
possible. Both teenagers reluctantly freed their 
captive and Marie simply passed out on the bed of 
straw.

***

Mosi suspected something was amiss. He noticed 
activity in the deserted barn and also heard some loud 
noises, which tweaked his curiosity. There was a young 
girl who seemed to be a lookout and she immediately 
disappeared inside the barn when he approached. The 
big burly, African guard entered the double doors and 
yelled at the many shadowy figures. Luckily for the 
teenagers that the barn was fairly dark and there were 
too many youngsters to chase.

Mosi took everything in with a concerned glance. Four 
or five girls including the tribe's princess scurried 
off in every direction. Mosi peered towards the middle 
of a big open area and recognized Atsu and his brother 
along with another teenager. There was only moonlight 
inside the barn and it was hard to see exactly what 
the teenagers did before they hurried ran out of the 
opposite side of the barn. There appeared to be 
something left lying on the big pile of straw and he 
hesitated before heading in that direction.

Suddenly the barn was deathly quiet, as all of the 
giggling teenagers were gone. Mosi slowly walked 
across the open area and stopped once he recognized 
that it was a person lying in front of him. He 
shivered when he noticed it was a naked white woman 
and nervously glanced all around the barn to see if 
there was still someone around. Then he bent over the 
woman who was curled up and facing away from him.

Mosi literally picked up the dazed woman, cradling her 
in his powerful arms. He recognized the gorgeous white 
actress and assumed the manipulative Nia and her 
friends abducted Marie Kelly. He cursed the departed 
teenagers, but his anger quickly turned to sympathy 
when he hugged Marie in a most comforting fashion. 
Long after the kidnapping incident, Mosi regretted his 
involvement. He never wanted to hurt the American 
woman and over time he developed intimate feelings for 
Marie.

Mosi thought back to the kidnapping. He felt 
tremendous relief knowing Marie never saw his face 
while she was not drugged so she wouldn't recognize 
him. This meant she wasn't aware he was the rebel 
leader who raped her and Mosi was grateful for the 
fact.

Too sedated to know what happened, Marie blinked her 
eyes at her savior. Mosi looked vaguely familiar yet 
she wasn't sure where or when she'd seen the man 
before. She didn't struggle when the man carried her 
out of the barn and simply closed her eyes relishing 
the fact she was being rescued. The night was still 
fairly young so Mosi carried the beaten woman to his 
temporary abode.

Marie was either sleeping or passed out when Mosi laid 
her on his bed. She was covered up with a warm blanket 
and left alone for what could have been hours. Her 
next awareness was being awakened from the most vivid 
hallucination. She was lifted and carried out of the 
peaceful bedroom to a washroom. It was still dark 
outside and there were no lights on in the house so 
she simply relished the final moments of her dream.

Marie heard water running and the next thing she felt 
was hot, soothing water streaming down her overly 
tired body. Suddenly she felt dirty and welcomed the 
sudden cleansing, as the stranger washed her entire 
body. Marie didn't feel threatened and allowed the man 
complete freedom when he lovingly washed her 
everywhere. She suffered a momentary second thought 
when he applied soap to her breasts and then between 
her legs, but she relaxed very quickly when he didn't 
linger.

Mosi couldn't take his eyes off her sexy body and he 
noticed her radiant beauty even in the dim lighting. 
Again he cursed the young warriors who supposedly 
ravaged the innocent visitor and he promised to take 
care of Marie. He turned Marie around and stood behind 
her, as he continued washing her seductive body. The 
hot water hit her just below the chin and splashed all 
over her arms and chest. Marie closed her eyes and 
enjoyed the wonderful sensations, as the big hands 
caressed her in an intimate fashion.

What transpired seemed natural and very normal. Her 
head sort of rolled backwards and rested on the man's 
chest. Then he reached around her and applied soap to 
her tummy and all the down to her pelvis. Marie stood 
in the man's arms and sensed there was something very 
different about him. Her mind was not clouded and the 
effects of the drugs had worn off so she was slightly 
unsure if she should really trust him.

When Mosi rinsed the soap off the front of her body, 
tiny jolts of electricity shot through her when his 
hands rubbed up and down the front of her torso. She 
kind of wished the man would keep touching her, but 
then he stopped. Mosi shut off the water and wrapped a 
towel around her upper body, securing it above her 
boobs. They stepped out of the shower and Mosi easily 
scooped her up in his arms. He carried her back to the 
bed and tenderly set her down.

Marie stood between the bed and the wall and faced her 
savior. All of a sudden she remembered who he was and 
reasoned he was a good man. The look on her face sent 
pangs of fear through Mosi and he held his breath when 
she spoke. "You are a guard at the airport... one of 
Sarge's men," she whispered. It was the first time in 
her life that Marie knew ahead of time what to do. She 
reached for the corner of the towel that was tucked in 
and slowly unfastened it. The towel fell to the floor 
and she didn't care that Mosi stared at her.

They both knew a huge burden would be removed if she 
were punished. Mosi grabbed her hands and gripped them 
tightly, as he held the intimate stare. "I sorry Nia 
and others held you captive. You safe now. Not 
worry... Mosi protect you," he whispered.

Suddenly Marie looked down and saw it. She swore it 
was the biggest cock yet she wasn't afraid. Slowly and 
deliberately Mosi turned her sideways until she faced 
the blank wall. He lifted her hands and placed them 
about shoulder height and spread apart on the wall. 
Then he stood directly behind her with his big hands 
placed on top of hers, as if pretending to pin them on 
the wall. Marie was well aware of what would happen 
and yearned for the make-believe punishment.

Marie felt the head of Mosi's cock push into the back 
of her upper thighs. It had to be! She spread her legs 
and allowed his cock to penetrate her wetness. Marie 
lifted her right leg a small amount and felt the head 
slip into her precious opening. There was a pause, as 
the flared head entered, and Marie held her breath. 
She deliberately stood taller until she was fully 
extended on her tiptoes, hoping to stay like that 
forever. Then Marie leaned into the wall and had to 
turn her face to the side so she could breathe.

Mosi understood Marie's needs. He held steady and 
refused to succumb to temptation. Time seemed to stand 
still, as he felt her body shiver when she remained 
motionless. Marie tensed slightly when the head of his 
cock entered her honey-hole, but she didn't dare move 
a muscle. It was the weirdest yet the nicest feeling 
in the world. Marie bent her toes and let her body 
drop one inch, two inches, and then three inches.

In her mind Marie was still a prisoner, but soon she 
would be free. Her hands remained nailed to the wall 
even when Mosi shifted his hands to her hips. She 
closed her eyes and visualized what to do. An inch at 
a time, she lowered herself and uttered small animal 
sounds as each inch of throbbing cock entered her 
heated cavity. One second her feet were flat on the 
floor and the next she was floating in the air.

When Mosi straightened his legs, he thrust his hips at 
the perfect angle. His raging cock sliced through her 
womanly being and also her spirit. Marie spread her 
legs and gave Mosi all the freedom he needed. It was 
probably the slowest and the most deliberate fucking 
either had experienced. Mosi thrust his powerful hips 
and held his cock fully embedded for many seconds 
before bending his knees. Marie was able to take many 
short, quick breathes when he lowered himself and then 
he straightened his legs again.

Each time Mosi's cock entered her inner being, she 
stopped breathing and severe convulsions occurred in 
her deepest regions. Marie moaned and groaned hoping 
to encourage the man and then a spasm tore through her 
belly. It was time and she pushed down and backwards 
as hard as she could. The cock couldn't get any deeper 
and she willingly let it happen. She surrendered to 
lust. Marie literally cried with happiness when she 
felt Mosi's cock swell in size and then explode.

Now was the time for stern action. Mosi held her 
slender hips in his strong hands and each time he 
thrust is hips upwards, he rammed her hips downwards. 
He slammed his cock into her and understood her need 
for violence. Her juices lubricated his cock so it was 
easy to pound her. He felt the convulsions cause her 
body to jerk wildly, as her orgasm rolled over the 
crest and lust took over. When she drove back at him, 
he rammed her into the wall.

Marie's head was clear and salvation was on her. The 
night from Hell could be forgotten if this man saved 
her. She welcomed Mosi's seed. If nothing else, she 
could blame any pregnancy on this encounter and there 
was a newfound willingness to please, as her hips 
jerked wildly at her black lover. It might have been 
the lingering effects of the goatweed or just the 
thought of not being a captive anymore, but Marie 
experienced a memorable orgasm. Even the thought of it 
being the wrong time of month and a time when she was 
the most vulnerable didn't stop her shuddering climax.

The outside temperature was already hot and the inside 
temp soared. The sun was already up when Marie fell 
asleep and the next she remembered was someone 
stirring beside her. She was extremely exhausted yet 
strangely it didn't stop her emotions from waking up 
to join in a promising sexual encounter. Hands 
tenderly massaged her tired muscles and seemed to 
caress every sensual spot on her body. Moans filled 
the small room when large hands cupped her boobs and a 
hot mouth sucked one of her hardened nipples.

Marie didn't have to be told to spread her legs. She 
willingly opened them and her heart almost stopped 
when something touched the core of her crotch. Without 
warning her body was rolled and she wound up on top of 
the overpowering black man. Her legs parted and she 
planted her knees on either side of Mosi's hips. Marie 
felt the lengthy menacing dagger running directly 
along her open crotch and she held her breath knowing 
what to expect.

Totally obedient and motionless, Marie felt the 
prodding just before her hips were forced skyward. 
Suddenly the man's hands closed on her bare ass and 
his fingers dug into the soft, velvety cheeks. Stars 
filled her head in a flash and she couldn't think 
straight. She opened her mouth to say something, but 
all that came out was a loud gasp of air, as the stiff 
pecker embedded in her womanly being.

Mosi pulled her hips downward with violent force, as 
he thrust upward with his powerful hips. The head of 
his cock hit the soaked labia, spreading them easily, 
and then his big cock hit a familiar cervix, which 
took him a moment or two to penetrate. Marie arched 
her back thinking it would help, but it merely aided 
in her imminent downfall.

Marie made up her mind. Mosi was the only man who 
showed her sincere compassion so she relented, 
surrendering her soul to the man. Marie rode his 
stellar cock for what seemed like an eternity and then 
for the first time she stared into the strong, dark 
eyes. The two lovers stared at each other and the lust 
exploded simultaneously deep inside their bellies. 
Their hips jerked frantically at each other and also 
randomly, but one thing remained evident. Mosi's 
orgasm was matched in fury and intensity by Marie's 
and the climaxes flooded their brains with animal 
lust.

It was the most comforting feeling when the tidal wave 
slowly subsided. Marie collapsed in his arms and she 
felt totally sheltered by the big security guard. They 
both fell asleep and neither noticed the end of the 
tribal celebration or the bright morning sun, as it 
moved across the sky. For the first time since coming 
to the foreign African country, Marie felt safe and 
protected and she was extremely grateful for Mosi 
rescuing her from the savage barn orgy.

***

Susan sat at the table and suddenly everything got 
blurry. She blinked her eyes many times trying hard to 
make the images clearer; she even moved her head from 
side to side, but her eyes couldn't focus on anything. 
All of a sudden Thema was beside her and the young 
woman encouraged her to drink. Susan took a sip and 
then another until the glass was empty. In a flash 
Thema refilled the glass and forced more down Susan's 
throat. The glass tipped too much and firewater leaked 
out of the sides, trickling down the corners of 
Susan's mouth.

Susan felt the drink running down her chin and falling 
onto her chest. Instead of fretting or worrying about 
spilling, she simply laughed out loud, as if it was a 
big joke. Her hand fell off the glass and yet the 
glass didn't fall. Thema held it tipped and forced the 
drunken woman to drink gulp after gulp before she was 
satisfied. Every now and then they heard loud yelling 
coming from the town square, as the numerous men 
reveled in the scheduled rituals, and the sounds added 
to the excitement of the whole evening.

Susan couldn't remember feeling more tipsy. She had 
never been severely drunk or even slightly inebriated 
in her life so she was completely unfamiliar with any 
loss of control. The alcohol was one thing, but the 
effect of the strange African tranquilizer was 
something Susan had never experienced. Nothing in 
particular happened for the first couple of hours and 
she never even noticed that Nia and Marie were 
missing. When Mosi chased Nia and her girlfriends out 
of the barn, the young princess immediately returned 
to the initial party.

Nia was already overly aroused and so full of passion 
and desire that she couldn't wait. It was no trouble 
adding some secret sedative to her sister's drinks as 
well as more for Susan although the woman had long ago 
drank more than she could handle. Nia was well aware 
of her sister's one weakness. She had watched Thema 
and Michelle together and planned taking advantage of 
Thema's desire for another woman, which was unheard of 
in their culture.

Caught completely off guard, Thema was roughly jerked 
to her feet by her young sister. Nia also grabbed the 
hand of the drunken white woman and instantly started 
running down the street pulling both women behind her. 
The two African women giggled out loud as they ran so 
Susan did the same thing. They ran with Nia who 
managed to steady both sedated women and soon they 
burst into a dimly lit building, which Nia had setup 
for the evening soiree.

A barn, a house, a shed, Susan had no idea where she 
was. Suddenly she was turning around and around and 
the sudden turns simply added to her already dizzy 
state. Her knees gave away and she thundered into the 
pitch darkness, as her eyes closed. She vaguely felt 
something strange and out of the ordinary, but her 
drunken state made it impossible to think straight. 
She had no idea why another woman lay beside her and 
simply waited for something to happen.

Two zombies lay absolutely motionless when a young 
vivacious woman took off all of their clothes. 
Stripped of their clothes and also any shame, Susan 
and Thema fell into each other's arms when Nia ordered 
them to embrace. The temptress put her lips directly 
on her sister's ear. "You want to... so do it. Make 
the white woman your very own slave just like you did 
with Michelle," she whispered. "Do it to her!"

Thema felt wonderful sensations roaring through her 
veins as her breasts pushed into the yielding flesh. 
"No... na... I can't," she moaned.

"What would Zuberi... other members of the tribe think 
of their queen, who had sex with white woman," Nia 
said, referring to Michelle. "Thema be disgraced if 
they knew about Michelle."

"No one must find out," Thema whispered.

"It secret... if you obey! Kiss her," Nia ordered.

Thema never meant to kiss the woman, but it happened. 
Suddenly the two women were locked in the tightest 
embrace and kissing with a desperate passion. It was 
definitely the result of the unique African love 
potion, but neither woman was aware of any strange 
substance in their body. Nia continued prodding and 
encouraging her sister and soon the petting turned 
into desire and the desire turned into lust.

It was the weirdest feeling of her life. A knee pried 
her legs apart and Susan willingly spread them 
allowing the knee to push against her womanly 
treasures. The bony knee yet softness of the meaty 
flesh seemed to push directly on her wetness so she 
encouraged the seduction. Susan humped the leg like a 
dog in heat and wondered what was wrong with her 
normally rational sensuality.

The kiss broke and suddenly there were demanding hands 
on her thighs, which were held apart as far as 
possible. Deft fingers touched the wetness between her 
legs and then something so hot and powerful closed 
over her opening. When the scorching mouth closed over 
her precious opening, Susan almost creamed. Her 
throbbing jewel was sucked hard and Thema devoured the 
entire clit. The village queen used her teeth to 
perfection and she nibbled tenderly on the clitty 
until she heard the proper response.

Susan's hips jumped at the hungry mouth and she didn't 
know why. Then the next few seconds turned into 
eternity. Sharp teeth surrounded her clitty and 
nibbled on the swollen bud while the tongue expertly 
massaged and stroked the delicate clitoris. The tongue 
jabbed into her hole like a fleeting rapist and then 
Susan let go. Rush after rush of womanly juices 
erupted from her epicenter and filled Thema's mouth, 
as the cunnilingus consumed their drugged minds. 
Susan's fingers intertwined in the thick curly, black 
hair and she tried to pull the woman's head tighter 
into her crotch.

The orgasm lasted a long time and Susan was completely 
covered with sweat when the last spasm rocked her 
body. She had never seen another woman's nipple up 
close, but suddenly one brushed against her lips. Nia 
forced the two sedated slaves into the desired 
positions and then she shoved Susan's face into 
Thema's chest. Her resistance was brief, as Susan held 
her mouth closed until the stern, swift jerk on the 
hair of her head by the young villain.

Without thinking Susan devoured an erect nipple into 
her hot, burning mouth and she heard the desperate 
cries of Thema, as the woman uttered a feeble protest. 
Somehow her fingers surrounded the other nipple and 
the combination of sucking and squeezing forced 
another protest out of Thema. A voice in her head 
seemed to control everything. "Good! Feel her tits... 
suck the big nipples," Nia whispered. "Thema is 
Queen... now you in control!"

Susan was unable to say anything and she merely 
listened and obeyed. A hand on the back of head pushed 
downward and more of the black tit went into her 
mouth. She sucked and rolled the hardened nipple 
around inside her mouth, which brought more moans and 
groans from a beaten beauty. Both nipples throbbed and 
felt twice their size, as Thema relished the crude yet 
tender caresses.

Susan was completely unfamiliar with a sexual 
encounter with another woman, but she wasn't stupid 
despite the dose of drugs. Her head was guided and 
pushed downward and her mouth continued kissing until 
reaching the soft indent of Thema's bellybutton. When 
she stabbed her tongue into the hole, a loud moan 
sounded throughout the small bedroom. Susan rained 
loving kisses over the entire belly and soon found her 
tongue licking the stubble of a woman's pelvis. She 
smelt an obvious scent of a bitch in heat and it 
worked magic on her internal resolve.

Even her sedated mind knew what to do. She kissed the 
entire area around the obvious center of the magnetic 
odor and then she tasted a cunt for the first time. 
One more drug wasn't required to stimulate Susan, but 
an aphrodisiac didn't hurt, as she licked a path up 
and down through the puffy labia. She noticed the 
woman's hips jump and jerk wildly every time she 
touched the swollen clitty so she molested the 
upstanding clit.

Thema's whimpering sounded surreal. Susan rolled the 
extended clitoris around vigorously with her tongue 
until Thema nearly creamed. Then she sucked the 
throbbing jewel hard and tried to devour the entire 
clit. The area got wetter and wetter and she dutifully 
swallowed as much of the womanly juices as possible. 
Thema's body was out of control and she surrendered to 
the powerful lust without any guilt or remorse.

Nia had seen enough. She waited anxiously until her 
sister's orgasm was over and then she attacked. "Queen 
Thema, it is time you go. The ceremonial rituals will 
be finished soon. Baako be home soon... you go," she 
whispered to her older sister. "You go. I look after 
Sarge's woman."

Her emotions were still sky-high and her heart raced, 
but Thema knew enough to leave. She practically ran 
out of the small abode and headed for home without 
another thought of protecting the defenseless white 
woman. Nia instantly jumped into bed with Susan and 
was naked in the blink of an eye. Susan caught a 
glimpse of the departing Thema, but there was no time 
to dwell on what had just happened.

Susan was a strong, serious woman, but no match for a 
spoiled African princess. She was locked in a tight 
embrace in no time and nothing she did prevented Nia's 
clever seduction. Even in a dazed state, Susan 
performed admirable cunnilingus. Her head was held 
captive and forced between Nia's crudely splayed legs. 
Nia intertwined her long fingers in Susan's curly hair 
and pulled the woman's head into her crotch. Susan's 
mouth covered the leaking slit and she tongued the 
writhing princess until the obvious signs of orgasm. 
Then she thrust her finger into Nia's honey-hole and 
finger-fucked her like an experienced beast.

One violent convulsion followed by another and then it 
was a steady stream of body-shaking convulsions, which 
tore through Nia's inner being. It was an earth-
shaking orgasm and the best part was the fact the 
night was still young. When the climax slowly came to 
an end, Nia turned her complete sexual appetite on 
Susan. She easily overcame any pity protests from her 
white slave and relished having complete control over 
such an adorable woman.

***

Susan had a terrible feeling in the pit of her stomach 
when she woke up. Her head throbbed like crazy from 
the extensive sedatives consumed and she immediately 
tried to recall anything that happened. 'Oh gawd, what 
have I done?' Susan glanced to her left and observed a 
peaceful Nia sleeping. She didn't have to look under 
the covers to know she was completely naked and 
shivered with the thought of being promiscuous with 
the young stranger.

The sleeping princess cupped her right boob and Susan 
was afraid to move, or move the girl's hand from her 
tit. All of a sudden Nia's dark eyes opened and a big 
smile crossed her face. Susan stared into the 
paralyzing eyes and felt a sudden tug on her nipple, 
which instantly turned into a rock-hard pebble. Her 
stomach was a sea of stormy waves and the trance was 
broken in a heartbeat by a loud knock at the door. In 
less than a second Nia was out of bed. It took the 
teenager mere seconds to dress and rush to the door.

Susan heard Nia greet a guest and she recognized the 
man's voice right away. At first glance, Sarge was 
scared. He entered the bedroom and the look on Susan's 
face was one of shear agony. He went to her side and 
quickly sat down on the edge of the bed.

"I'm okay... really. I just had too much to drink last 
night," Susan whispered. "And I'm not used to 
drinking."

"Yes! The drink here is different. I should have 
warned you," Sarge replied.

"My head... gawd, it is pounding so bad that I think 
it might explode."

"Go back to sleep. Get more sleep... you feel better."

Sarge leaned over and held her. He hugged Susan and 
tenderly put her head against his muscular chest. 
Instantly Susan closed her eyes feeling tremendous 
relief yet some nagging images of haunting events of 
the past few hours flashed through her head. Suddenly 
one of her nipples throbbed and a bright, vivid 
flashback of a beautiful princess filled her mind. She 
could still feel dark mesmerizing eyes of Nia from 
when the young woman molested her boobs.

Susan squeezed her eyes shut a little harder and it 
merely clicked over to another image. Her legs were 
crudely spread wide and a hungry lioness was 
performing magically cunnilingus on her. Susan had 
never had sex with a woman before last night and 
suddenly she realized she could never say that again. 
More erotic images flashed through her mind and each 
one detailed herself in the throes of one orgasm after 
another.

"Yes, more sleep and I'll be okay," Susan whispered. 
"Just a few more minutes and I'll be good." With an 
abrupt jerk, she sat up in bed. "OMG, Marie! I was 
supposed to protect her." It was like a slap on the 
cheek when she got hit with guilt for not being with 
her sister during a night of joyous celebrations. 

Sarge also had the lingering effects of a late night 
and too much to drink. He wrapped his arm around Susan 
and hugged her a little tighter. "Sister okay. She 
with Mosi and he protect her. Mosi very dependable," 
Sarge whispered. "They spend night together."

Susan pulled back a bit and looked for some 
clarification. "She what? They did what?"

"Sister his woman. Mosi want Marie for wife... marry 
her."

"What?"

"She come back to city... live with Mosi in city."

"Can I see her? I want to see her."

"You rest... then we go. She with Mosi now and stay 
with him until we go back to city this evening."

It was settled. She would sleep for a little while and 
then Sarge would guide her around the village in the 
afternoon. He also outlined their schedule for later. 
They would stay in the village until about 7 o'clock 
before leaving for his home in the city. Susan 
welcomed the fact Sarge promised her sister would go 
with her and also that Marie was safe and sound.

***

Marie had the best rest and although it was bright and 
sunny in the bedroom, it didn't prevent her from 
sleeping. Her eyes remained closed and she welcomed 
the warm, humid air over the front of her body, as she 
spread out on the bed beside Mosi. There was no need 
for blankets and she savored the quiet solitude.

Her daydream was abruptly interrupted by the sound of 
people entering the bedroom. Marie's first inclination 
was to reach for covers, but Mosi grabbed her arms 
before she grabbed the blankets. They both sat up and 
faced the two visitors. "Not worry. Duna and Amara 
here to serve you. They are servants... for you and 
for me," he said. "They bring something to eat."

Marie was flabbergasted. She noticed Mosi wave his 
hand and suddenly the two teenagers walked across the 
room each carrying a tray of food and drinks. It might 
have appeared very futile, but Marie tried for modesty 
by placing an arm across her chest and a hand over her 
pelvis. The supposed servants acted on prearranged 
orders. Marie was unaware that Mosi's status in the 
tribe entitled him to special privileges whenever he 
visited the village.

Duna who was a teenage boy carried his tray to Marie, 
setting it in her lap. Amara who was one of the 
prettiest girls in the tribe served Mosi in the same 
manner. Marie noticed how the girl didn't take her 
eyes off Mosi and in particular how she grinned with 
admiration when staring at his obvious male endowment. 
Amara set her tray in front of her master and Marie 
was positive she purposely let her hand rest on top of 
Mosi's muscular thigh.

Marie's tray sort of balanced on her upper thighs and 
then Duna served her a glass from the tray. Marie 
reluctantly moved her arm from her chest and took the 
glass from the teen. She didn't know what else to do 
so she drank and actually found it a little familiar 
and refreshing.

It was common practice for members of the tribe to use 
an aphrodisiac even though it probably wasn't needed 
or required. Mosi guzzled his drink and started eating 
because he was famished. He welcomed the warm fuzzy 
feeling after the drink and encouraged Marie to relax 
and enjoy the moment. Luckily the fast acting drug put 
her at ease and before long she joined Mosi. It had 
been hours since she ate and Marie ignored the two 
teenagers, as she devoured the much needed food.

Her inhibitions were quickly removed and it didn't 
take long before her head was spinning like it had 
only hours earlier. When they finished with the trays, 
Duna and Amara took them away. Marie felt much better 
being alone with Mosi and she readily followed his 
lead when he got out of bed. He led the way to the 
bathroom and since they were already naked, there was 
no delay getting ready for a shower.

Marie stood beside Mosi expecting to join him in the 
shower. She jumped in reaction to the two teenagers 
entering the small bathroom. Unable to say a thing, 
Marie stood motionless and quiet when Amara stepped 
into the shower and held the door for her master. Mosi 
quickly joined the teenager and without delay the teen 
went to work.

Marie's eyes opened so wide that they hurt. She stared 
into the shower enclosure and watched Mosi receive 
total devotion from a capable servant. Amara washed 
and massaged Mosi, as he stood perfectly still with 
his arms down at his sides. Marie almost collapsed 
when she noticed Amara apply soap to Mosi's midsection 
and then concentrate on his noticeable hardon. The 
girl used both hands to stroke the hard penis and all 
the while hold it straight out from his hips.

Marie gasped when Amara dropped to her knees, as she 
devoured the head of Mosi's cock. She heard Mosi moan 
and let out numerous groans when most of his cock 
disappeared inside Amara's mouth. Amara's blowjob was 
very memorable and Marie couldn't take her eyes off 
the immoral sight. Somehow the teen knew to masturbate 
her master and at the same time suck his illustrious 
cock. Marie stood mesmerized by the illicit act and 
time seemed to stand still, as she watched Mosi go 
through sexual bliss.

There was movement to her right, but the blowjob scene 
was too powerful to resist. The thought of spying on 
the sinful act sent a shiver up her spine yet nobody 
else cared that she watched. Suddenly Mosi uttered a 
few grunts and groans, as he blasted molten lave into 
Amara's mouth, and Marie remained motionless. At the 
end the girl stroked the long penis a few times, as if 
she was thirsty for the last drops of cum, and then 
she stood up. Amara acted like nothing happened and 
simply finished washing and rinsing her master's body.

Marie's mouth hung open when Mosi stepped out of the 
shower. He whispered some directions to the two eager 
servants in his African dialect and then he moved off 
to one side.

Amara stood in the shower with her hand out. "Come 
mistress. I wash... make body feel good," the girl 
whispered. "Amara and Duna make mistress happy."

There was movement beside her. Suddenly Marie realized 
Duna had stripped and the teen was naked in 
anticipation of taking a shower with her. She never 
resisted when Duna guided her by the elbow towards the 
enclosure or when Amara grabbed her hand and pulled 
her into the shower. The door remained open and 
without delay her servants started their scripted 
task. Amara stood in front and Duna behind and the two 
quickly rubbed soapy lotion all over her nakedness.

Her eyes fluttered and the most helpless feeling came 
over her, as she was unsure of what was next. Marie 
peered back at Mosi and the radiant smile across his 
handsome face told how happy and pleased he was. Hands 
were everywhere, but thankfully there was no lingering 
or pausing. Amara milked her big titties, as if they 
were extremely dirty, and in no time the ends got 
overly erect. Duna scrubbed her back and the clever 
teenager didn't forget to wash her shapely backside.

Her mind was in turmoil. The slippery lotion covered 
her entire body when the two servants closed in on 
her. A hand slipped between her thighs and Marie felt 
her knees go weak. Her legs wobbled, but she managed 
to stay upright, as Amara cupped her curved pelvis. 
Duna skillfully rubbed his hard cock all over her butt 
and even teased her by pushing it against her slippery 
thighs. Occasionally the head slipped into the soapy 
crotch, causing her to flinch when it grazed her 
pussy.

Amara's hand easily slipped into the heated crotch. 
Her skilled fingers instantly found the control button 
and that was obvious when Marie uttered many 
unrecognizable animal sounds. Marie's body rose 
upwards and it was supported by the two teenagers, as 
she stood on her tiptoes. Amara reached into the 
furnace and grabbed the delicate clitoris with her 
fingers. Duna attacked from behind.

Duna caressed the crack of her ass and then his 
fingers found her vulnerable asshole. He teased and 
taunted until hearing numerous pleas for him to stop 
and then he crouched down and fingered her pussy. It 
was not hard to determine that the supposed mistress 
was now a slave and the servants were suddenly the 
aggressors. Marie never imagined experiencing an 
orgasm while standing yet her emotions got out of 
control in a hurry.

The teenage girl was somewhat taller than Marie and 
she used one arm to hug her mistress into her lithe 
body. Her other arm snaked down between the wet 
bellies and into the sweltering pelvis. She held onto 
the throbbing clitty with a death-grip and displayed 
her ultimate control. "Mistress happy?" Amara twirled 
the clitty between her fingers and continued. 
"Mistress want more?"

"No... dear gawd, no," Marie moaned.

"Mistress want Amara to keep touching pussy?"

"No, please stop."

"Mistress want climax on Duna's finger?"

"Dear gawd, no!"

Amara tightened her arm that was around Marie so that 
their tits mashed together. Then she put her lips next 
to Marie's flushed ear. "Mistress want to show Mosi. 
Show Mosi she love him," she whispered.

Marie never thought of it or that she had such 
feelings. She had starred in movies, but no acting 
talent was needed for this movie. Her body belonged to 
two teenagers and her mind to a shrewd man. Her head 
rolled to one side and she glanced towards the open 
doorway at the man who was like no other. She squinted 
and noticed a smiling Mosi giving his approval. Marie 
summoned one last valiant effort to calm her rising 
desires, but it was short lived as her hips suddenly 
jerked out of control.

Amara used her precious clitoris like her personal 
sex-toy and Duna finger-fucked her like a demon. The 
first spasm was short and swift, but the next was 
longer and far more severe. Her hips started jerking 
to the beat of the African drums and then they thrust 
randomly at first the damning fingers and then back at 
the finger dildo. When the climax ended, the teenagers 
acted like nothing happened. They both cleansed her 
womanly body, as she tried to regain her sanity, and 
then each grabbed a towel to dry her off.

Marie thought her ordeal was finished, but she greatly 
underestimated Mosi's African desires. The two 
teenagers lifted her and easily carried her out of the 
shower, as their insatiable aspiration for pleasing 
their mistress or master continued. The teens ushered 
her into the bedroom and over to the bed where Mosi 
waited. He was already lying on his back and it was 
very apparent what was on his stimulated mind.

Marie stood motionless beside the bed and she stared 
at Mosi's stellar manhood, which hovered at a 45-
degree angle over his abdomen. Amara took one of her 
arms and Duna the other. The teens jostled her until 
she was on the bed, crouching directly on top of Mosi 
with her knees spread wide on either side of his 
thighs. Afterwards she could blame it on the African 
sedatives or some uncommon animal lust, which readily 
penetrated her normal reasoning.

The ensuing adventure would remain etched in her mind 
forever despite the drugs. She looked into Mosi's dark 
eyes and knew he was the one. Her lips moved, as if 
indicating her reluctance at being touched by the 
teenagers, when the two prodded her forward until her 
crotch actually grazed the throbbing hard-on. Then 
they each pushed downward on her shoulders and the 
resulting intimate contact sent numerous shivers up 
and down her backbone.

Mosi placed his strong hands on the sides of her hips. 
He easily lifted Marie up a little and allowed one of 
his servants to fulfill his demands. Marie uttered a 
dire gasp when the cock-head split her moist labia and 
her breathing grew ragged in a matter of milliseconds. 
One moment she balanced on top of the many inches of 
rock-hard cock and the next it was in her belly. Mosi 
let go of her hips and allowed her torso to settle on 
top of his midsection.

Marie stared down at her lover and noticed how his 
eyes focused on her chest. Her body sort of swayed and 
shuddered causing her boobs to do the same and Mosi 
didn't take his eyes off her luscious tits. Marie 
realized the teenagers weren't going away and the 
realization didn't bother her anymore. It was outright 
crazy. She never shared any man, especially the man of 
her dreams, but suddenly the thought wasn't too 
horrifying.

The erection was buried deep and Marie tried to retain 
a measure of composure. She didn't want to display 
lost passion or too much lust in front of strangers so 
she tried to recompose herself. Amara sat cross-legged 
on her right while Duna was on her left and they 
actually brushed against her legs. Marie had to look 
away from Mosi or else his intimate stare would 
destroy her resolve. She turned her head and looked at 
the teenager's pretty face, which was etched with 
undying passion.

Marie's gaze dropped. She settled on the girl's chest, 
as it heaved in and out, and noticed how the boobs 
were not huge, but certainly a good handful. The 
extraordinary nipples stood out from the perky tits 
and Marie shivered at the wonderment of feeling them. 
Then her eyes lowered and drifted across the taut, 
flat stomach and onto the sparsely covered pelvis. 
Marie was simply amazed by the attractive girlish 
feature and then she noticed Amara's crotch.

Amara sat with her legs crossed and proudly exposed 
her rich charms to her master and mistress. Marie 
stared at the wetness between Amara's thighs and she 
was overwhelmed with guilt because of the intimate 
feelings for another woman. She abruptly turned her 
head to the other side, but that was worse. She 
instantly stared at a large, black cock, which was 
being waved around and around by the witty teenager.

Mosi jerked his hips up and down a few times. Marie 
was well aware of the stimulating contact in her 
deepest regions and she tried to focus on something 
else. Her man was fucking her while his two servants 
sat close by and watched the entire session. Being 
surrounded by others during a sexual encounter was 
something new to Marie and she should have considered 
it weird yet it wasn't.

All of a sudden Mosi whispered an order to Amara. The 
teenager slowly bent over and pushed her perky tits 
into her master's face. There was some jealousy, as 
Marie turned her head and watched the brazen titty 
assault, but it quickly passed when convulsions 
erupted in her belly. Marie struggled to control the 
rising lust. Suddenly Mosi stopped sucking the teen's 
tits and he whispered something else to Amara.

The convulsions got stronger and much closer together. 
Marie's body was on fire and then the teenager proved 
her unreserved dominance over a willing mistress. 
Amara got to her knees and she shoved her boob at 
Marie. She forced some of her tit into Marie's mouth 
and wasn't happy until her nipple was between the 
sharp teeth. It was virtually scripted beyond anything 
Marie expected. She sucked the teenager's nipple and 
then unbelievably she cupped the other titty, which 
made the teen extremely happy.

Her body was in motion and moved up and down, as Mosi 
grew more and more impatient. He gave another order 
and this one proved fatal to Marie's control when Mosi 
gave Duna permission to molest Marie. Duna's hands 
were everywhere. He crouched behind Marie and kissed 
the back of her shoulders and neck, before reaching 
around her chest to molest her tits. Duna used his 
left hand to squeeze and fondle the luscious tits 
while ensuring both nipples received plenty of brash 
caressing. His right hand slipped under her boobs and 
carved a path down to the Promised Land.

It was hard to tell who climaxed first. When the 
damning fingers latched onto her clitoris, Marie 
experienced an incredible orgasm. Her body was caught 
between two overzealous teenagers and it bounced up 
and down on Mosi's manly cock. She simply went with 
the flow and lust consumed her entire inner being. 
Each tremor caused her to sink her teeth into Amara's 
titty yet the girl refused to remove her tit from 
Marie's harmful mouth, as she cried out from the 
painful nibbling.

The spasms continued for the longest time. Her belly 
was full of African cum however she wasn't upset. She 
welcomed the caring hands, as they tenderly shifted 
her off of Mosi's hips, and left her lying beside the 
man. Marie nestled beside Mosi and welcomed his 
strong, protective arms around her thoroughly 
exhausted body. All that mattered was having him next 
to her and knowing he adored her. When the two 
teenagers didn't leave the room, she wasn't too 
surprised or upset.

Marie didn't realize what lay ahead. She prepared to 
doze off and it felt nice being next to Mosi so she 
hardly noticed Amara when the girl snuggled up to him. 
There was some nervous giggling and lots of whispering 
before the two came to an agreement, which was obvious 
by wide smiles on their faces. Marie had heard of 
women experiencing multiply orgasms, but she really 
didn't put much faith in it really happening to her.

Amara rolled over her master and settled on top of 
Marie's lower body. She glanced into Marie's startled 
eyes and the grin on the teen's pretty face sent an 
ominous message. Marie watched the teenager wrap her 
arms around her hips in a tight embrace and she 
shivered realizing there was no escape. The horny 
teenager was determined to satisfy all of her master's 
wishes and she took control.

Marie was forced to look away when Mosi kissed her and 
then he put his lips next to her ear. "They must 
learn. Amara and Duna must serve and make you happy," 
he whispered, giving her ear a peck. "First Amara... 
then Duna!"

Suddenly her legs were spread. Amara released her hold 
on Marie's hips and forced the velvety thighs apart so 
her shoulders slipped between them. The girl's head 
was directly above Marie's pelvis and there was a 
momentary pause. Marie was positive her heart would 
stop when Amara blew hot whiffs of air across her 
pelvis. The cunning teen made sure to caress the 
obvious wetness with each hot breath and Marie 
struggled to breathe. "Noooo... naaaa, naaaa," she 
moaned.

Mosi kissed her ear and used his tongue for more 
affect. "They servants. Amara and Duna your servants," 
he said. "Both serve you."

Suddenly Marie felt her labia spread by a gifted 
tongue and there was a fleeting moment when she held 
her breath. An open mouth slithered into her slit and 
devoured her throbbing clitoris. In the next instant, 
both her heart and breathing increased at a frantic 
rate. Cunnilingus was something any woman found 
irresistible and Marie was certainly no exception. She 
felt her swollen clitty slapped back and forth by the 
girl's tongue and then Amara's teeth carefully nibbled 
on the clit.

Marie bit her bottom lip not wanting to succumb to the 
evil temptation. Amara wouldn't stop. She sucked and 
nibbled the pink clitty and occasionally used her 
tongue to lightly caress the womanly treasures. The 
clit seemed to expand and soon it was too stiff to 
move around. Then Amara displayed a frenzied licking 
ability. Each stroke started at the upraised pelvis 
and her tongue lashed down across the pulsating clit, 
through the soaked slit, across the barren area and 
all the way to the waiting asshole.

Amara circled the hole a few times with her tongue and 
then poked it in a teasing fashion. Marie's hips 
jerked wildly and then every muscle tightened when the 
tongue ventured upward again, across the wasteland, 
through the slit until finding the clitty again. Amara 
felt the womanly body sort of quiver and the threat of 
Marie losing control was evident. She paused and began 
blowing on the wetness, letting her hot breath sooth 
the burning flesh.

Marie's hips quieted and Amara attacked. The teen 
rammed her tongue at the tempting honey-hole, 
pretending to use a small penis on Marie. Amara tried 
to insert her tongue all the way inside the heated 
cavity and she felt the hips go wild. This time she 
was ready. Amara shifted her mouth up about an inch 
and gobbled on the exposed clitoris. All of the clit 
was inside her volcanic mouth and she used her teeth 
to hold it steady. Then she rolled the clitty around 
inside her mouth with her tongue and listened for the 
telltale signs.

The dire moan was music to her ears. Amara jammed her 
long middle finger into the honey-hole. She curled her 
finger and used the tip to rake the vulnerable g-spot, 
which was traumatic for Marie. Lying in the arms of 
the one man she adored didn't prevent the ultimate 
surrender, as Marie climaxed. A gush of womanly juice 
drained out of her inner being and the teenager wasn't 
satisfied until she had consumed every ounce.

Marie looked at Mosi's face and she knew there was no 
hope. There was a look of reassurance on his face and 
she realized a second bout of cunnilingus was on the 
horizon. The robust commotion took Marie a little off 
guard, as the two teenagers switched positions, but 
she didn't have time to evade Duna. He had permission 
to do anything except actually fuck Marie. Watching 
Amara's outstanding cunnilingus was the biggest turn-
on and he wanted the same thing.

Duna pushed Amara aside and instantly assumed the 
required position between Marie's splayed legs. His 
fingers pinched the swollen labia and spread them 
enough to see the pink gem. What Marie discovered 
would leave an impression on her fragile morality. A 
male was not as careful, not as tender or not as 
loving as a female. Duna's rough, harsh treatment 
didn't necessarily mean the sex wasn't good. Her 
clitoris was completely devoured by Duna and the teen 
used his teeth in a chewing manner rather than 
nibbling on the delicate clitty.

Marie's screams were that of lust mixed with pain when 
Duna thrust his long, slender finger into her ass. 
Suddenly cunnilingus and finger-fucking got a new 
meaning. Her hips came off the bed and thrust madly at 
the hungry mouth. One finger pounded in and out of her 
ass and the sharp teeth raked back and forth across 
the enlarged clit. Marie wasn't sure another orgasm 
was possible, but then Duna surprised her. He shifted 
so that his head was on her chest and his mouth 
sucking one of her neglected nipples.

Duna's fingers of his left hand seized the prized 
jewel and he squeezed the clitty so hard she yelled 
out loud. Then he thrust his middle finger of his 
other hand into her cunt. When he added the 
forefinger, she lost control. Marie humped his hands, 
as another orgasm burst from her deepest regions. Her 
juices flowed freely giving the fingers more oil, 
which enabled Duna's finger-fucking to take her over 
the top.

The nonstop sex was too much. Marie rolled over the 
mountain of ecstasy and instantly passed out from 
total exhaustion. She didn't know how long she slept, 
but eventually there was whispering in her ear. 
"Sister visit. Sister here and wants to see you," 
Amara informed her.

The teen noticed how Marie looked around apparently 
wondering where Mosi was and what was happening. 
"What? Susan is here?"

"Yes, sister here. Visit you," Amara repeated. She 
noticed that Marie still looked confused so Amara 
tried to clarify what was happening. "Mosi gone. Sarge 
bring sister here then Mosi leave with him. They go 
for some more tribal celebration. We here... serve 
you."

Suddenly Duna appeared in the doorway of the bedroom 
and he was holding her clothes. Not that there were 
many, as he simply held out a dress and a pair of 
sandals. It seemed senseless asking the two teenagers 
to leave so she didn't. Marie reluctantly got out of 
bed and it felt strange when Duna helped her put on 
the dress while Amara helped with the sandals. It was 
a very skimpy dress and Marie marveled at how much 
cleavage showed and she noticed that Duna never took 
his eyes off her chest.

Dressed and ready, the three exited the bedroom and 
went to meet Susan. Marie had people who waited on her 
because of her fame, but she never expected the 
devotion displayed by these two servants. Both Amara 
and Duna made it very obvious they were her servants 
and would do anything she demanded. They followed her 
into a large living room and remained beside her when 
she approached her sister.

Susan only saw her sister walk across the room and her 
jaw dropped. If it wasn't Marie, she might have 
considered the overly provocative appearance to be 
attractive and appropriate for the heat of the 
afternoon. Instead Susan was shocked by the extremely 
low-cut dress, which clearly showed off most of 
Marie's luscious boobs. What surprised her most was 
the sight of the black tattoo that was half exposed by 
the 'v' opening of the dress. Her mouth hung open and 
Susan wasn't able to say a word.

Marie grinned because she realized that her sister was 
awestruck and speechless. "You look great. Sorry to be 
late, but I didn't realize it was so late in the day," 
she said. "This beautiful creature is Amara and this 
is Duna," Maria informed Susan, as she waved her hand 
at each teenager.

"Yes. I... I... I've been looking for you. Wa... wa... 
wondering if you're okay," Susan responded with a 
slight stutter.

Marie noticed her sister staring at her chest. A 
moment of instant rebellion hit her and she acted 
without thinking. "I was thinking of getting another 
tattoo. One to match this one," she said. Marie 
promptly pulled the dress off to the side and totally 
revealed her left boob. "What do you think?"

Susan was almost too shocked to react. She glanced 
over at the young male who had his eyes glued to the 
bare breast. "Sis... Marie what the hell are you 
doing? You're acting like tramp," she whispered. 
"Can't you see he's looking?"

"It's okay. Duna has seen me naked," Marie responded.

"What? You must be crazy. Acting like some whore... a 
common slut."

Suddenly Amara insisted that Marie sit down on a 
chair. She had a brush and comb in her hand and it was 
obvious she wanted to do Marie's hair, as she made 
hand gestures to her mistress. "You sit. I brush... 
comb... braid hair," Amara said.

Marie sat down with the assistance of Amara. The front 
of her dress sort of fell back into place and although 
it didn't completely cover her boob, it did hide the 
nipple. Instantly Amara began brushing her hair, as 
the sisters chatted casually for a few minutes. This 
removed the tension between the two, but then Duna 
moved to action. Without being asked, the teen started 
administering a foot massage, as he knelt on the floor 
in front of Marie.

Marie continued talking with her sister, as if it was 
the most natural thing in the world to have two 
servants. Amara finished brushing and combing and then 
the girl began an arduous task of putting braids in 
Marie's hair. Susan had taken a chair that was 
basically in front of Marie and slightly off to one 
side. She watched Amara's expert fingers fly through 
the long strands of hair and rapidly shape the braids, 
which made her sister look younger and very beautiful.

Susan sat a mere four or five feet in front of her 
sister and it was impossible to miss the capable foot 
massage. Her eyes got bigger when Duna held one of 
Marie's feet in the air, which forced her leg to rise 
as well. His fingers expertly rubbed the dainty foot 
and then he shifted the leg to the side. Susan noticed 
the hem of Marie's short dress ride up her thighs and 
then the shadows disappeared from between the milky 
thighs.

Susan would never know if the teenager's actions were 
done on purpose of if it was purely an accident. Her 
breath caught when she stared at Marie's bare crotch 
and wondered what had possessed her innocent sister. 
Duna's face was between Marie's knees and he stared 
straight ahead. The dress moved up and up until the 
hem was bunched at the top of her thighs. Susan 
noticed how Duna never stopped massaging Marie's feet 
and his eyes never left her crotch. She didn't need an 
imagination to know what the teenager was thinking.

The bald pussy was brazenly visible. As silly as it 
sounded, Susan tried to think back to the last time 
she saw her sister naked. It had to be when they were 
teenagers and suddenly Susan couldn't contain herself. 
"Sis! For gawd sake, cover yourself." Her voice was 
shaking and she found it hard to stay calm. "He's 
looking at you."

Marie noticed the puzzled expression on her sister's 
face so she decided to have some more fun. "When Duna 
and Amara are done with me, they are more than willing 
to give you a massage and braid your hair." Staring 
straight at her sister, Marie held her legs spread. 
"You're far too uppity and need something to loosen 
you up."

"You're impossible. I can't believe you're letting a 
kid see you."

"Susie, you have to be kidding. He's definitely not a 
kid."

Susan looked into her sister's glassy eyes and shivers 
rocketed up and down her backbone from the implied 
statement. Without warning, it ended. Amara finished 
braiding Marie's hair and she bent over to give her 
mistress a departing kiss. Duna placed both of Marie's 
feet on the floor and he stood up. Without hesitation, 
both teens left the room, which turned eerily quiet.

Marie decided to break the silence. "I had some 
trouble last night... well sort of," Marie said. 
"Actually I don't remember too much, as it seems 
whatever they drink around here affects me a lot."

"Yes, I know what you mean. I hope nothing serious 
happened," Marie said, as she kept staring in the 
direction of the departed young villagers.

Marie waved her hand in the same direction when she 
explained. "Sis, you won't believe it. It's a long 
story, but Mosi rescued me last night. Duna and Amara 
are his servants... my servants, too."

"Yes, Sarge told me about Mosi. He also mentioned that 
you might be staying... staying longer than you 
planned," Susan said.

Marie confirmed the fact and went on to explain what 
she remembered from the past night. She found it easy 
to skip over the barn episode because the entire time 
was vague because of the many drinks forced down her 
throat by the crafty Nia. When she told Susan how she 
was saved from a bunch of drunken partiers, Marie 
mentioned her esteem gratitude towards her savior. The 
sisters sat around a small table for about 30 minutes 
and chatted about anything and everything.

Their conversation was eventually interrupted. Any 
casual observer would have noticed an immediate 
improvement in Susan's attitude when Sarge walked in 
the room and in Marie's when Mosi entered. Sarge 
walked up to Susan and put her in a loving embrace. 
"We go soon. Time to return home," Sarge said. "Come, 
we go to Zuberi's for eat... then leave for home."

***

It was late afternoon and close to the hour when 
Sarge, his family and entourage returned home from the 
village. Kato was a thoroughly tired young man, as he 
had remained in bed with Michelle the whole time. He 
lost count of time, but his contentment was very 
evident by his weary state. He had numerous sexual 
encounters with Michelle and all the while her husband 
was competently taken care of by the two servants. 
Kato wondered what man in Rodney's position wouldn't 
succumb to flirtations from a sexy woman especially 
when they included blowjobs and continuous 
molestation?

Rodney was utterly amazed at his stamina and 
rejuvenating powers, but much of it was attributed to 
the drugs he consumed. He had been told about Sarge's 
upcoming return and was going to get refreshed when 
the most unforgettable event happened. Somehow the two 
women left him alone long enough for him to use the 
washroom. When he glanced at the adjourning shower, he 
almost fainted.

There wasn't much doubt to what was happening inside 
the brightly lit, shower stall. There was a seductive 
white ass plastered against the steamy opaque glass. 
The banging noises and loud grunts and groans filled 
the air and it was apparent that a tall black man was 
fucking a white woman. The glass was almost clear 
enough to see exact details, but indistinct enough to 
add immense titillation to the naughty scene.

Rodney couldn't move. He stood riveted to the floor 
and watched the entire session, as first the woman 
moaned for sympathy and then climaxed uttering cries 
and pitiful protests. Then the worst thing happened. 
Kato must have known there was someone watching so he 
turned the woman around. He pushed Michelle forward 
until she was flat against the glass and held her 
positioned so the entire front of her body was 
displayed to gawking eyes.

Rodney caught a fleeting glimpse of the thick black 
knob when Kato deviously ran his cock through 
Michelle's crotch and onto the steamy glass. The young 
man pulled backwards and then Michelle's body came up 
and off the shower floor. Her body seemed to hang in 
the air and Rodney knew full well that his wife was 
suspended on a long, black rod. It was the sight of 
the century. Her big tits were squashed and pressed 
hard into the shower glass. Her pelvis was plastered 
against the glass and her legs appeared suspended and 
spread wide.

Michelle's distraught face was turned sideways and her 
flushed, rosy cheek was pressed flat into the glass. 
Her mouth hung open in utter desperation and Rodney 
noticed how she gasped and struggled for air. Kato 
slammed his cock to the hilt and lifted Michelle 
higher, as he sounded a tremendous grunt of triumph. 
He sent a big load of African cum into the waiting 
submissive mistress and claimed his right to her 
womanly charms.

Rodney watched Kato having intercourse with his wife 
and there was nothing he could do about it. On and on 
the scene rolled and Rodney vibrated when he noticed 
his wife's body twitching and seemingly thrusting 
wildly at the mysterious glass wall of lust. Suddenly 
he couldn't take any more and he practically ran out 
of the washroom. Rodney dressed and impatiently waited 
for everyone, as it was almost time for Sarge's return 
from the village.

Rodney dreaded seeing his wife again, but he didn't 
have to worry because Kato had everything arranged 
according to Sarge's instructions. The last vision of 
his wife would be one of her naked torso plastered 
against the shower glass and in the throes of an 
orgasm. Michelle's twisting and thrusting hips, her 
brazenly squashed boobs and her agonizing face would 
remain etched in his memory for all time. When Sarge 
got home, he immediately informed Rodney that his next 
job was in another country and that his superiors 
demanded he be there within 24 hours.

***

Sarge put his feet up on his desk. He looked over at 
his trusted security guard, as he hung up the phone. 
"Mosi! You deserve to be rewarded for loyal service. 
Yes, I will ensure she stays... stays in our country. 
That was Doctor Zuhri and he just informed me that she 
is pregnant. Yes, Marie Kelly is pregnant."

"I pray for it... pray for this," Mosi said.

Suddenly the urgency for Marie Kelly to fly back to 
the states didn't seem that important. She walked out 
of the doctors office knowing her life would change 
drastically and she wasn't sure if it was for the good 
or for the bad. The one thing she did know was that 
returning to the states was definitely not in her 
plans. Strangely the thought of staying in Sarge's 
country seemed responsible, as she deemed it would be 
with the one man who showed her compassion and 
tenderness.

Everything fell into place days later when Sarge 
hosted a big gala at his home. The news from his loyal 
doctor was profound and just what he expected. Not 
only was Marie Kelly pregnant, but Michelle was also 
going to be a mother again. This time there was no 
doubt as to whose baby it was and Kato was the 
proudest expectant father. Apparently the age 
difference was no problem for the young man and he 
spread as much attention on Michelle as he could.

His many friends and most of his relatives attended 
Sarge's party, which made for a very full house. The 
proud Kato dressed in a black tux and looked much 
older and wiser than any teenager. He held Michelle's 
arm and escorted her around the big room introducing 
her to all of his friends and relatives. Another 
couple quietly sat at a table talking to close friends 
and it was very obvious that the once popular actress 
was happy with her decision to remain in Africa. Marie 
cuddled close to Mosi and he was overly protective, 
which was evident to everyone.

Sarge managed to maneuver Susan to a quiet spot so he 
had her all to himself. For the first time in his life 
he deemed it necessary to confide in someone. "Kato 
happy son. He find right woman. He happy. They make 
good couple and soon have two children," Sarge 
whispered to the woman he trusted most.

"Yes, I agree. They look good together and he has 
grown up since I first met him," Susan replied.

"Yes, and he very proud. Proud to have Michelle at his 
side," he said. "Your sister is also a very beautiful 
woman... mother. I glad she agreed to stay... raise 
children here."

At first Susan had been surprised by her sister's 
decision, but she quickly found the idea very 
pleasing. Having Marie around was comforting and it 
was the deciding factor when Susan made her decision 
not to return to the states. "I'm glad Marie is 
staying. It is the first time I've seen her really 
fall for a man," she said. "Mosi seems to treat her 
good and wants her to have the baby."

"They good couple," Sarge replied. "I talked to Zuberi 
and Nia this morning. Nia very happy you stay. She has 
planned a short vacation to Cape Town and wants you to 
go with her."

Susan was stunned. "What? Nia, but... but?"

"My darling young niece is growing up... becoming a 
real woman. She really wants to take a short trip with 
you and get to know you better," Sarge said. "I think 
it wonderful idea."

There was no way to tell Sarge about what happened in 
the village. "Well... well, I guess seeing Cape Town 
would be nice."

"Great. I have already arranged for the flight, 
accommodations and everything is set. You make Nia 
very happy; I very grateful," Sarge said.

Susan glanced across the room and into the dark, 
mesmerizing eyes of the devious she-devil who was 
staring at her. There was a wide smile on Nia's pretty 
face and it sent shivers through Susan's entire body. 
Suddenly the young woman started walking towards them 
and each footstep caused Susan's heartbeat to increase 
until it raced out of control. Nia neared and acted 
extremely happy and excited. "Sarge told you? He told 
you how much I want to visit Cape Town," she said.

"Yea... Yes, but...?" Susan stuttered and wondered 
what excuse she could use to get out of her dilemma.

"Everything is set... planned. We can leave the day 
after tomorrow," Nia whispered, grabbing Susan's hand. 
"Come... I want to tell you everything. Tell you how 
exciting it will be. Come, where it is quiet so we can 
talk."

Susan looked at Sarge in desperation. She wanted him 
to say, 'no, you can't leave the party,' but she was 
disappointed. "You go. Go with Nia and she can tell 
you all about the trip," Sarge said, as he hurried off 
to talk to other visitors.

Her feet moved without even taking a step, as Nia 
sternly ushered Susan out of the crowded room. They 
entered a pantry or some storeroom, which was off the 
kitchen, and Nia quickly slammed the door shut, 
leaving them in deathly quiet darkness. It was so 
eerie and solemn and Susan felt her heart rate 
increase again until the darkness made it extremely 
difficult to breath.

Abruptly she was kissed. She fell backwards, but 
didn't fall because Nia held her upright with a 
hugging embrace. Susan fell against the closed door 
and her head hit the hard wood. Nia slammed into her 
in a display of shear power and brute force. It took 
every ounce of willpower to break the kiss and turn 
her head. "Dear gawd, not here... not now. Someone 
could come in," Susan whispered.

She couldn't remember being in a darker room or one so 
small. The hot, burning breath from Nia washed across 
her flustered cheek and made her temperature rise sky-
high. The young princess was slightly taller than 
Susan and a lot stronger. All of a sudden it felt like 
her ear had been chewed off. Sharp teeth bit hard on 
her ear and the young woman hissed through clenched 
teeth. "I want you. You Sarge's goddess and his white 
woman, but you're my whore. I'm going to fuck you just 
like the other night. Fuck you now. Fuck you in Cape 
Town. Fuck you whenever I want!"

Susan was positive her ear was bleeding and then her 
head was turned. Another kiss ensued and it was 
impossible to stop the tongue from breaking through 
her clenched teeth. Nia thrust her tongue into the 
gaping mouth and taunted her reluctant mistress. When 
the young woman reached down with her right hand, she 
easily found the hem of Susan's dress and pulled the 
garment up to the woman's slim waist.

Susan tried to standup higher on her tiptoes, but she 
couldn't escape the deliberate molestation. Nia cupped 
her pelvis and purposely slipped her fingers into the 
tight gap between Susan's upper thighs. It was 
impossible to stand any higher. Susan balanced like a 
ballerina and then a finger pressed into her puffy 
labia. Nia pushed the wet panties between the wet lips 
and instantly found the truest gem. She yanked her 
middle finger and squashed the hardened clitty into 
the bony pelvis.

When she heard a pitiful whimper come out of the 
breathless woman, Nia squeezed the captured clitoris. 
The bud was between her strong fingers and she rolled 
it around vigorously bringing more moans out of Susan. 
About the last thing in the world Susan wanted to do 
was succumb to such a devious youngster. She broke the 
kiss and twisted her head to the side in preparation 
to utter violent protests, but Nia spoke first. "You 
whore. If you don't fuck right now, I yell for Sarge."

Susan was no harlot, but she wasn't prepared for Nia's 
act of superiority. She tried hard to calm her 
breathing, as Nia pinched her precious clitty. The sly 
teenager shifted her fingers and deftly slid them 
under the wet panties. She regained the secure hold of 
the clitoris and squeezed. Nia felt Susan's stomach 
heaving in and out and knew the woman was desperate 
and ready to surrender.

Susan's ears were finely tuned for any noise, which 
might bring someone to discover the secret encounter. 
She opened her mouth to protest and without warning 
Nia put her lips at the side of Susan's head. "You my 
whore. Prove you my whore or I scream," she whispered. 
Nia ran her tongue around Susan's ear in most taunting 
manner, demanding a worthy response. "You fuck like 
whore or else!"

The darkness was compelling and totally overwhelming. 
She knew it wasn't just an idle threat and that Nia 
would not show mercy. Susan reasoned she might 
overcome Nia's molesting under better circumstances, 
but it seemed impossible to fight off the young 
woman's assault in the frightening darkness. Nia's 
hands were everywhere. Suddenly one hand was inside 
the top of her dress and then one of her boobs was 
exposed. The teenager quickly twisted around and 
gobbled the titty with her greedy mouth, sucking on 
the nipple like a hungry baby.

Nia rolled the hard bud around and around and Susan 
puffed out her chest, as if demanding more. It was one 
of those fabulous orgasms, which seemed to come from 
nowhere and swelled to great heights in a matter of 
seconds. The young woman slammed Susan against the 
wooden door. She sucked the entire nipple into her hot 
mouth and ravaged the throbbing clitty until it was 
time. Susan's breathing had quickened and so did the 
beating of her heart when Nia felt the damn burst. 

Susan arched her back in a futile attempt to get away, 
but it was too late. She didn't realize that holding 
off and prolonging the orgasm merely made the climax 
more explosive. The lubrication flowed freely from her 
inner being and the oil made it easier for the strong 
fingers to swirl her clitoris around. When another 
kiss ensued, Susan didn't resist. Her whole body 
shuddered and one violent convulsion followed another, 
as the devious African princess swallowed up her soul.

Guilt-ridden and embarrassed by the untimely climax, 
Susan received yet a bigger shock when they exited the 
small hideout. Sarge had no idea what Nia was up to 
and the last thing he ever imagined was a lesbian 
affair, as that was never considered in his country. 
"Our president called and he is sending us to Geneva 
next weekend," he informed Susan. "I am to attend 
meetings and will be tied up during the day, so I've 
decided that Nia will come with us," he said, smiling 
at Susan and then Nia.

"I'm thrilled... absolutely thrilled," Nia responded. 
"Cape Town this weekend and Geneva next."

"I'm sure Susan can show you a lot of womanly things. 
You can learn a lot from such a fine woman," Sarge 
said to Nia.

Nia nodded to her uncle and then stared straight into 
Susan's eyes, as she held the steady gaze for the 
longest time. "Yes, I'm sure. She can show me many 
things... how a real woman should act."

Susan trembled as Sarge took her by the arm. They 
rejoined the party and life in the quiet African 
country grew more interesting and dramatic with each 
passing day.

THE END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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