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Michelle's Story Ch. 01

By: dawn1958



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. 

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Michelle looked forward to the upcoming trip with great anticipation. She never traveled with her husband when he went abroad, but this time it seemed safe. Rodney worked for a government agency and a lot of his work involved negotiating with foreign governments. He often put in an American presence so the world would know America was helping third world countries. Rodney was slated to supervise state run elections in one of South Africa's neighboring countries, but he decided to setup his home base in Cape Town.

This was the perfect opportunity for Michelle to go with Rodney. She had never been to Africa and the country of South Africa seemed like the perfect place for a vacation. She decided it was best to stay in Cape Town when Rodney ventured outside the country to carry out his international assigned duties. There was only one scary event to endure, but she overlooked the possibility of anything bad happening before their flight landed in Cape Town.

Their plane was scheduled to make a short stopover in the neighboring country where Rodney would be working. Rodney was obliged to meet with some of the ruling government's politicians to finalize his agenda so the stopover was planned ahead of time. The country was conducting state run elections and an international committee had assigned Rodney to supervise the voting in the country's capital city. Everything seemed okay to Michelle and Rodney, as they would not be required to leave the airport during the stopover.

The preliminary meeting was scheduled between Rodney and the government's military officer in-charge of election security. The two were to make all security arrangements for the upcoming visit to ensure Rodney's safety when he visited all the voting stations. Rodney assured Michelle that she had nothing to worry about so she became fairly confident the short stopover was safe. 'After all,' she reasoned, 'what can happen in a public domain like an airport?'

When the couple departed on the Africa trip, Michelle was excited. The plane landed at the airport where Rodney's meeting was to be held and Michelle took her husband's hand when they deplaned. They chatted while walking to the small terminal and everything seemed very normal. Once inside the brightly lit building, each was directed to a separate line to go through a security check. All the security guards were dressed in military uniforms; obviously that of the country's ruling junta. 

Michelle thought it seemed like a silly formality for the couple to go through security. She wondered why they would have to be checked when Rodney was there merely to attend a meeting, which was to be held in the airport. They each took their place at the end of a line but luckily the lines were very short. Only about a dozen people got off the plane and the screening process moved very quickly.

All the guards were tall, extremely well built and very black. When Rodney reached the two guards at his screening station, he was immediately asked to put his briefcase on the x-ray conveyer belt. In typical airport screening fashion, he had to take everything out of his pockets and place his belongings in a container so it all could go through the x-ray machine. Suddenly one guard talked fast and with a concerned tone when Rodney's belongings went through the detector. He even pointed at Rodney's briefcase, as if there was something wrong.

Michelle shuddered when one of the guards in her line guided her to the proper position near the screening table. The man used a tight grip on her elbow and she had the feeling he did it for a reason. "Put coat and bag on table... nothing in pockets," the guard said. She looked at the guard and noticed how he looked her up and down, which gave her a creepy feeling. With a shrug of her shoulders, she obeyed the man putting everything she was carrying on the conveyer belt so it could go through screening. 

There was an older lady in front of Michelle and she went through the walk-through metal detectors very quickly. Michelle was happy that the process was quick and easy. That was until she stepped between the archway of the screening detector. It started beeping like crazy and she really didn't understand how that could be. Everything except her clothing was on the conveyer belt so there should have been nothing to set off a metal detector.

The guard grinned widely when the gorgeous white woman stepped through the screeching detector. "Lady... over here. You come here. I do check... for beeping," he said in very good English for anyone in his country. Michelle never saw his thumb moving and covertly pressing a secret button on the hand wand. He wiped the wand up and down her body while actually rubbing against her body with the hand detector. Every time he innocently pressed the stick against her chest or on her legs, Michelle flinched looking at the man trying her best to give him the meanest look.

He grinned at her while acting in an extremely confident manner. "You have something... you hide something?"

Michelle shook her head vehemently. Suddenly a small commotion broke out in the line her husband was in. Everyone's attention was diverted to two of the big, burly guards physically handcuffing Rodney even though he struggled madly. She stared at her husband when he was led away to an interrogation room with another guard carrying his open briefcase. Michelle almost fainted when she saw some small white, plastic packets openly displayed in the case.

The guard using the wand on Michelle suddenly got her attention. "Husband get caught. He smuggle drugs... white powder into country... he big trouble," the man whispered making Michelle cry out to Rodney.

Rodney heard his wife shout and he tried to calm her down. "Don't worry, Honey! Someone must have planted it. On the plane... someone must have planted drugs in my briefcase."

Michelle watched her husband, as he was led into an adjourning room. The door slammed shut. Her last vision was Rodney being shoved hard so that he fell into a chair and there was a guard standing on each side of him.

Before Michelle had a chance to move, a guard put his big, strong hand on her arm. She was led across the large waiting area to another interrogation room and a second guard took her other arm. She felt dwarfed between two big men. The door opened and all she saw was a big desk with a royally dressed man in uniform sitting behind it. Michelle faced the rugged man who stared at her with the most demoralizing glare. Her heart beat so fast that she was positive her chest was going to explode.

The man didn't say a word, but merely held the stare for an eternity. He was the obvious leader of the guards and gave off an aura of power and control. "Come in. Please sit. Sit down... we go over options. Maybe... maybe you can save your husband," he said with his voice steady and confident. "You do want to save your husband... don't you?"

Sarge looked at the frightened woman seeing a gorgeous white woman who emitted a most desirable sexual ambiance. It had taken much conniving and scheming, but he eventually set up the meeting with Rodney for one purpose. Sarge had assured the president of the country's corrupt junta that he could influence Rodney's report about the upcoming election. They needed Rodney's certification that everything about the election was on the up and up, and Sarge's fake drug bust would ensure they got a favorable report.

Suddenly his plan was not only working perfectly, it was working even better than he ever imagined. Standing in sheer shock and disbelieve in front of him was a golden goddess; a golden goddess to do with as he pleased. His threat to throw her husband in jail for a long, long time was the perfect blackmail to gain control over Michelle. Sarge loved fucking white women, especially the ones who had no choice but to fall under his devious control.

He looked at Michelle noticing the succulent soft curves of her hips and how her legs stretched long and slender. His eyes paused on her chest, which was heaving like mad. He could hardly wait to see her breasts knowing they were ripe and luscious. Michelle was one refined, well-dressed woman, he deduced. Sarge had fucked many white women, but never one as beautiful and his charcoal cock stirred when he contemplated the prospect.

Some people in Western society may call his rape and seduction of innocent women wrong and disgusting. Sarge thought and acted like most men in his country. Men in his third world country were considered supreme and Sarge believed he could do anything without repercussions. He had everything going for himself. He was the head military officer in charge of not only airport security, but also security in the country's capital city. If all went as planned, soon he would be in charge of all security forces in the county.

Sarge's obsession for sex with white women began when he visited American. He went there to visit some of his countrymen who had moved to New York and they bragged to him about how some white women loved fucking black men. They told Sarge that it was a taboo that some women found too enticing to resist. From then on, all Sarge dreamed about was screwing prominent white women of foreign dignitaries who visited his country.

Being in charge of airport security, it afforded Sarge the perfect opportunity to screen women so he could pick the ones he most desired. Sarge took his job, as head of security, very seriously, and he viewed the escapades with white visitors as merely a perk of his job. Many of the women he approached started out horrified, even hating him, but that changed after he gained control over them.

Sarge was a master at knowing how to coerce and blackmail a woman until she was completely under his control. He knew how to get a woman fully aroused and loved seeing the looks on their faces when they had sex with their first black man. He treated them like pieces of meat and enjoyed their horrified expressions when he filled them with his Blackman cum. Sarge hoped Michelle was not taking any birth control, as the absolute best scenario was when the woman feared getting pregnant.

Sarge stared at the gorgeous Michelle noting her frightened appearance. "Please... don't be afraid. I'm here to help you," he said. Although he smiled at Michelle, she knew he was deadly serious. She felt totally alone with no friends or anyone around to help her out of the growing despair she felt.

The man glared at her without blinking or turning away. "Did you know that smuggling drugs into our country can put a man in jail for life?" Sarge held out his hand indicating that Michelle should sit down. Slowly and on legs that could barely move, Michelle walked to the only chair in front of his desk.

Sarge stared at the shivering woman testing her patience. "But you don't have to worry... it can all be forgotten," he whispered, as Michelle shook in fear. "I can forget all about the white powder in your husband's briefcase..."

He stopped mid sentence making Michelle hold her breath waiting for his demands. She knew it was futile to protest or tell the man that it was a setup. Michelle realized that Sarge was the mastermind and it would do no good to plead with him. All the guards were probably in on the ruse so she waited for the price that she would have to pay for Rodney's freedom.

"I will forget all about the smuggling... if we fuck. We have sex... and your husband will be set free," he said with an evil grin. "I have power to free husband."

Michelle's heart stopped and she stared wide-eyed at the chief of security. She suspected something dreadful but this was the absolute worst. Michelle imagined that Sarge might want to see her naked or even feel her up. Suddenly she realized the price of freeing Rodney was extremely high. She felt totally lost and a tear came to her eye when she thought of being forced into having sex with the evil bastard. 

All of a sudden Sarge stood up. He slowly walked around the desk until he stood directly behind Michelle's chair. She dared not look at the man and knew he was looking her up and down. Her heart raced madly while she waited for him to say something. Suddenly she could not resist putting her hand on the top button of her blouse ensuring he could not look down her chest. Sarge stood at her shoulder and she felt his prying eyes trying to look at her boobs.

Suddenly his fingers were on her shoulder and Michelle thought she would die. He lightly ran his fingers down her shoulder and then moved to the other shoulder doing the same thing. "Yes... you can make me forget all about what happened," he whispered, giving her hand a sudden push away from her chest. She sat perfectly still when he grabbed the top button of her blouse and pulled the material away from her chest. He held the blouse open enough to see the wonderful cleavage and the pretty lace trim of her fancy bra.

Michelle dearly wanted to vanish. She trembled, as the man ogled her womanly treasures, but realized she had to say something. "It's wrong. Rodney would never smuggle anything... certainly not drugs. Please... you have to believe me," she said, hoping to convince Sarge. "Please... please let us go."

She realized her pleas sounded stupid but it was all she managed to say. Sarge grinned watching the gorgeous woman squirm in the chair knowing she would eventually be his willing servant. He loved nothing more than to control a white woman and he always made sure that they knew he was their master. "I gave you a choice," he said, keeping his voice low but very stern sounding. "You know what you have to do! It's all up to you. But if you don't want to do it... to save your husband... then go! You're free to go," Sarge said with the devilish grin.

Michelle quickly stood up. She wheeled heading for the door in a rush. Suddenly she stopped, frozen to the spot. 'It was too easy. This evil man wouldn't try to blackmail her and just let her leave,' she reasoned. Michelle stood motionless with her hand on the doorknob and she closed her eyes trying to think.

Time seemed to stand still while her imagination ran wild. Michelle imagined Sarge's control. He threatened to throw her husband in jail, but he would relent if she had sex with him. Michelle could not think of any other way to save Rodney and she dreaded the thought of letting the evil man have his way with her. She stood paralyzed with her hand gripping the door handle.

Michelle's eyes remained tightly closed. She dreamed that the horrifying ordeal was over and everything had been a hoax. All of a sudden she sensed movement right behind her. Suddenly she felt something hot, like burning breath on the side of her face. She couldn't look but her imagination pictured the tall, black man standing just beside her. There was no doubt that the imaginary figure was Sarge and he merely stood still waiting for her to make a decision.

Suddenly she felt his arm reach in front of her shivering body. She did not move a muscle when his strong fingers closed on her hand, which was still locked on the door handle. Michelle didn't dare open her eyes when her hand was tugged off the handle. Her whole body trembled wildly, as she was swiftly turned around, and pushed hard against the door. With her back flat against the door, the dark, imposing figure moved in front of her.

Michelle felt totally helpless. Slowly and almost too afraid, she opened her eyes. Sarge's face beamed and he seemed to give orders even without speaking. She whimpered and dropped her arms letting them dangle at her sides because that was what she thought he demanded. She merely uttered another pitiful whimper, as Sarge stood inches in front of her bewildered eyes.

Sarge seemed so tall and powerful, and she tilted her head back to look up at him. Her body shivered, as his fingers touched her blouse, and began unbuttoning the front until it fell wide open. She did her utmost to beg with her eyes pleading for him to leave her alone. Michelle did not try to stop Sarge when he grabbed the two bra cups pulling the flimsy material apart until it ripped. Her eyes fluttered and she could barely look down at her suddenly bare chest. Sarge's big, black hands cupped her boobs pushing them upward, pretending like he was assessing their rare beauty.

Sarge stared at the luscious breasts marveling at their ripe beauty. "We go... my office is very private. We have sex and I'll forget your husband tried to smuggle drugs," he whispered, giving Michelle's swollen nipple a little squeeze. "You wise... smart. Your husband not like prison in my country!"

He didn't allow Michelle to button her blouse. He merely took her right hand leading her out of the interrogation room. She desperately used her free hand to hold the front of her blouse closed so nobody could see her nudity. Michelle frantically glanced around the room at all the leering faces. Most were black and all had knowing smiles.

Michelle suddenly saw her husband standing by two guards. His arms were handcuffed and he had a pleading look on his frightened face. Her torn bra cups dangled in her armpits but she managed to prevent anyone from seeing her bare flesh. Michelle had to look away from Rodney because she was too embarrassed and she hoped he wouldn't notice her helter-skelter attire.

Rodney's mouth gaped open in dismay. One of the guards beside him chuckled and could not resist adding to Rodney's anguish. "White sluts... all the same. Can't resist black cock... but you no worry," the guard told Rodney. "Sarge no hurt... only fuck wife. He black stud... you watch slut climax with big, black cock in belly," he said letting out a big laugh.

Rodney felt like hitting the man but resisted knowing it would only make matters worse. "Michelle would never do that... never," he said feeling a sudden wave of doubt flow through his mind. With horror, he watched Sarge and Michelle followed by two large, black guards, Emu and Mosi, walk to the far side of the waiting room.

Sarge pulled the hesitant woman down a long hallway to a big office with large double doors. They entered what appeared to be a richly decorated office for a king. The room was huge with big, stuffed sofas around the largest desk Michelle had ever seen. Sarge waved his hand indicating he wanted her to sit on one of the sofas while he proceeded into an adjourning bathroom.

The two guards knew what their leader wanted. They each grabbed one of Michelle's arms escorting her to a sofa where she was ordered to wait while Sarge got changed into something more comfortable. She wound up sitting on overly stuffed, sofa cushions and the guards obediently stood at attention waiting for Sarge's return.

Sarge came out of the bathroom wearing a velvet robe, which was loosely tied at the waist, and he slowly walked towards the frightened woman. Michelle stood up before Sarge reached her. She desperately wanted to run and escape any dreaded affair with such a devious man. Her legs vibrated so viciously that it was very hard to remain standing. She stared up at the big man and into his dark, mystic eyes, which seemed to stop her protests.

When his hand came up and reached for her blouse, she merely stopped breathing. Sarge slowly and purposely took his time unbuttoning the garment enjoying the way her body shivered. He thought it was quite amusing that Michelle had re-buttoned the blouse even though her plight was hopeless.


Michelle's Story Ch. 01



Once the blouse hung open, Sarge grabbed the loose front, rotating the material over her shoulders until they fell to the floor behind her. The cool air hit her breasts and Michelle knew what that did to her enlarged nipples. She held her breath, as long as possible, but suddenly her chest started to heave.

Sarge swiftly moved his hands so that his fingers brushed both hard nipples. He grinned at the agony etched on Michelle's pretty face when he skillfully teased her rosebuds without the slightest retaliation. Her arms remained down at her sides and Sarge knew his blackmail had worked magic. He admired the swollen nipples and noticed how her chest heaved every time his daring fingers brushed across the extraordinary buds.

Suddenly filled with the utmost confidence, Sarge went beyond tenderness. "Standstill! Standstill my pet... so Sarge can see what you have to offer. Maybe you aren't sexy enough to buy freedom for husband." She tried hard not to move a muscle knowing she must look silly being only half dressed. Her ripped bra still hung down with the empty cups in her armpits. She still wore her skirt and high heels, but it felt like nothing with the man's hungry eyes devouring her nakedness.

Michelle obeyed even though she knew what was next. She could not remember her legs shaking so badly or being filled with so much fear. Sarge casually ripped the loosened bra from her torso and he threw it against a large mirror, which decorated one wall. He then moved around her shivering body until he stood directly in front of her. Sarge stared into her eyes seeing a helpless woman. "Take off... strip now!"

Involuntarily her hands moved and began the arduous task of complying with his orders. She kept thinking of the dire consequences for Rodney if she did not obey Sarge's disparaging instructions. It did not take long before Michelle was stripped of her dignity. She stood in front of the man allowing his hungry eyes to devour her luscious nakedness.

Michelle was positive she had passed out. All of a sudden she was in Sarge's arms and he was carrying her back to the overstuffed sofa. He sort of tossed her onto the sofa and easily guided her into a sitting position with her feet flat on the floor. Without any warning, Sarge stripped the dressing robe from his body and he stood erect right in front of Michelle.

Her eyes bulged when she saw his hardened length of steel, which stood at a 45-degree angle in front of his charcoal hips. It was not so much the color or the fact the penis was hard that shocked Michelle. It was the fact the penis was so large. "No... oh gawd, no... please no," she moaned hoping for a salvation. "You don't understand. I am... I just can't."

Sarge loved it when his white slaves begged. He liked nothing more than forcing a woman to be extremely dramatic in voicing her fear and trepidation. Sarge imagined himself being totally irresistible and overpowering, which filled him with a rampant confidence. His eyes never left Michelle's agonizing face that looked more appealing and attractive than ever.

"Now you pay... pay for husband freedom. You suck... and make Sarge happy... or else," he whispered. Sarge watched her pretty face twist and her expression turn to one of sheer horror. "You be my white whore... now suck!" Sarge moved forward and he bravely waved his enlarged pecker in front of Michelle's frightened face. All of a sudden he grabbed her head holding it steady while he rubbed his penis all over her flushed cheeks. First one cheek and then the other, making Michelle turn her head trying to avert his demeaning taunting.

Michelle expected him to shove his penis into her mouth so her hand went out to prevent him from ramming it down her throat. She didn't mean to hold his penis, but it was that, or obey his filthy command.

Sarge was in complete control and he saw no need for foreplay or for prolonging the inevitable. "Blowjob. Suck my cock... now! Or get the hell out of my office." He could hear soft whimpering sounds coming from her throat when he thrust his hips forward until his bulging cock touched her lips. Michelle's mouth seemed to open reluctantly, but it felt like heaven to Sarge when her hot mouth engulfed the head of his cock.

Michelle's dainty hand looked utterly spectacular around his throbbing pecker. She stroked his rod by moving her hand back and forth while keeping the head buried in her steamy mouth. Sarge dearly wanted to fill her mouth with his burning lava, but that was not his objective.

Michelle resigned herself to fulfilling the man's disgusting wishes. She vowed to suck his cock in hopes it would save her from actually having sex with the blackmailer. When he suddenly pulled his throbbing pecker out of her mouth, she was a little disappointed. Sarge slapped her hands down, as if demanding that she sit still with her arms at her sides. Then he began rubbing his scorching penis all over her flushed face and even down her neck until he poked each boob with his wet prick.

Sarge purposely coated both nipples with pre-cum and then he ordered Michelle onto her back. "You good slut... now you fuck Sarge," he stated giving her a stern shove backwards. "Lay down like good white slave... and we fuck!"

She knew what was coming. "Please... gawd you can't. Please, don't do it," she pleaded. Michelle thought crying might help so she let the tears flow freely. She sobbed and could hardly speak when she begged Sarge, "You just can't... I am not taking anything. Oh gawd... no you can't. I could get pregnant!"

Everything she did merely enraged Sarge making him more aroused than ever. He loved when women begged and loved watching them squirm trying to stay out of his grasp. Michelle was everything he hoped for and hearing her horrifying affirmation that she was fertile was Sarge's momentous gratification.

The sofas inside his office were designed with one thing in mind. They were oversized and perfectly suitable for his devious plans. Michelle was no match for the African guards. The three worked together with Emu and Mosi each pinning one of Michelle's arms above her head so that she was confined flat on her back. She kicked and twisted her hips trying to stop Sarge from getting between her legs, but it was hopeless. He easily pushed on the insides of her thighs pushing them wide apart so there was room for his slender hips between her splayed legs.

"Oh no... gawd, not like this... please, oh please," she moaned feeling utterly helpless. "Oh my gawd... please don't do it. Please use something so I don't..."

Sarge loved hearing her beg, but he suddenly cut her off midway through her dire appeal. He chuckled at her pleas knowing his blackmail would keep Michelle on her back, as long as he wanted her there. All the women he blackmailed would do anything to keep their husbands out of prison, even go as far as having sex with him knowing they might get pregnant. He watched Michelle squirm and twist her body trying desperately to keep out of his clutches.

All of a sudden Sarge pressed forward. Sarge shifted his upper body and dropped down over Michelle, stretching out until he could hold her arms fully extended over her head. He grabbed her around the wrists allowing Emu and Mosi to let go of her arms. Sarge's dark, rugged face was mere inches above her teary eyes and Michelle could see the man was very determined. Her eyes opened so big it made Michelle appear frightened, but even sexier to the three guards.

Michelle's heart began beating much faster. Doom swiftly closed in on her, as she felt completely vulnerable with Sarge laying prone over her nakedness. The large African lay on top of Michelle threatening to take her at any moment. Sarge purposely let his swollen cock press against her tummy and he pushed his hips downward letting her feel every inch of his throbbing black prick.

Emu and Mosi knew exactly what to do and they each held one of Michelle's legs out to the side allowing their boss complete freedom. Michelle began to whimper knowing she was at the mercy of the powerful man. She felt Sarge pushing his oversized penis against her midsection, rolling his hips so that it stabbed her in the belly. Michelle's panic stricken mind fretted over being his prisoner; yet she could think of no way out of the ominous situation. She quickly conceded to the fact Sarge would keep Rodney in jail if she didn't cooperate.

Sarge lifted his hips. He arched his back enough so that his hard pecker barely touched Michelle and he merely let the head roam over her overheated flesh. Skillfully, he let his hips guide the head over her tummy making sure to graze every spot while leaving a trail of gooey wetness. Then he shifted his torso downward until the head of his pecker slipped between Michelle's widespread legs letting her know the end was near.

Michelle's chest heaved and rolled trying frantically to evade the man. Her breathing was so ragged it seemed she was losing control. Sarge threatened to invade her inner domain, but then he pulled back giving her a temporary reprieve. He grinned feeling her body shudder every time he let his penis graze her unprotected opening. It was music to his ears hearing the loud gasps of maddening distress when he teased her.

All of a sudden Sarge accidentally pushed a little too hard. Suddenly the entire head of his enlarged penis got soaked with burning juices. He planned to pull back and continue the intense teasing, but the heat was overwhelming. Michelle's cunt was extremely tight and it was so hot that Sarge's chest filled with cavernous desire. He thrust his hips feeling even more intense desire for the quivering woman.

Suddenly he couldn't stop his powerful hips. Sarge drove downwards like a beast. Michelle wanted to scream; yet she couldn't because her breathing had stopped. She felt the thick meat invade her most private haven knowing it was wrong, but still she was unable to fight. The wide head sliced through her cervix with an ease so surprising that Michelle felt completely bewildered. Instead of it being the most humiliating and degrading event of her life, it seemed surreal and her body felt totally alive.

She could not remember holding her breath for such a long time. Michelle kept waiting for the expected pain, but all she felt was the most concentrated sensations, which increased her heartbeat to an unbearable rate. Her chest pounded sending blood rushing throughout her entire body and her temperature rose skyward giving her a fully flushed appearance.

The big, black man was buried to the hilt and the inferno was making his balls swell with buckets of cum. "Now you will have orgasm... show husband what a white whore you are. Feel my black rod in your belly... and cum... cum like a slut," he whispered. 

Michelle was confused. 'What the hell did he mean? How could Rodney know what was going on,' she wondered?

"But you said sex... not this. No... Rodney must never know," she said feeling more desperate with each passing second. "No... I won't. Go ahead and have me, you bastard... but I won't do that. Never!"

It was this precise time Sarge waited for with every white woman he blackmailed. The time he became their ultimate master. The time he forced them to climax while their husbands looked on.

He sensed Michelle was on the brink. He rammed his thick cock in and out a few times before grabbing her roughly by the hair. He reached forward jerking her head sideways. "See... see the mirror? Well your husband is behind that glass... watching. He is going to see orgasm... see you cum on my cock," Sarge whispered, holding her head pointed at the two-way mirror. "There is only one way to free your husband!"

His words hung in the air like morning dew. Michelle realized that she not only had to have sex with the disgusting man, but she also had to make him happy.

Sarge let her head drop onto the leather sofa. He reached for her titties grabbing the nipples and squeezing hard. He pulled outward stretching the elastic buds beyond tolerable limits. "Don't you want to save your husband? There is only one way!"

She stared into the dark, stern eyes. The dilemma was profound. Suddenly his lips were moving again. "I will wait... wait for orgasm. Then I will fill your white cunt with black chizz," he whispered bringing an end to her futile struggle. "Fill belly with African cum."

Michelle was delirious and quickly overcome thinking she was doing the right thing. How her hand reached between the sweaty bodies was a mystery. Michelle's fingers slipped down her chest tracing a path across the soft under swell of her boobs to her tummy, which was quivering madly. Her hand seemed to belong to a stranger who moved her fingers with a passionate fervor over her heated flesh. She squirmed wildly seemingly trying to evade the self-gratifying caresses, but there was no escape.

The most profound moment of truth shocked Michelle back to reality. Her damning hand slipped downward between the two bodies and over the ticklish indent of her bellybutton. Her tummy jumped in reaction to the tender caresses and that was followed by a shocking gasp when her fingers dropped to caress her raised pelvis. Sarge realized what was happening and he arched his back raising his upper torso above Michelle. He stared at the reflection of naked bodies in the big two-way mirror with a feeling of immense pride and satisfaction.

Michelle was utterly astounded by her brazen immorality when her skilled fingers dipped into the valley of desire. She separated the puffy labia to expose her throbbing control button and it made her blush with immense shame. When she pinched the throbbing clitoris, her heart almost came out of her chest. She could feel the thick, black meat stretching her honey-hole and she did the unthinkable. Her fingers rolled the tiny clit back and forth so vigorously that her hips rocked out of control. It was the most humiliating event of her life, but Michelle reasoned it was the only way to save her husband.

Rodney stared at the utterly raunchy scene. His wife was always overly dramatic when she climaxed and it was very apparent Michelle was in the midst of an earth-shattering orgasm. Her face was contorted with profound lust. Her fingers were moving so fast he could only imagine what it did to her precious clitoris. His faithful wife was creaming with a big, black penis buried deep inside her womanhood.

Sarge was a master of deception. He arched his back and slapped Michelle's titties making sure to strike her swollen nipples each time. The burning inferno tightened around his enlarged pecker and he used constant pumping to end Michelle's spectacular downfall. The conquest was beyond Sarge's expectations and he imagined the husband witnessing his wife's ultimate demise.

Sarge was at his best when he released his demons. He uttered loud grunting sounds with each powerful thrust, as his lance cut through Michelle's inner being. Every time he inserted the flared head of his bulging penis into virgin territory, he jettisoned molten lava into the deepest reaches of her womb. Sarge put his dark hands on the sides of her hips pulling hard each time he thrust downward with his hips.

All of a sudden Rodney realized the guard next to him was talking. "She his white whore... she hot bitch. You wait... Enu and Mosi next," he said making Rodney shudder. "You watch... see wife get fucked by many black cock."

Rodney was distraught by the revelation. He watched his darling wife's body squirm and thrust with the African's cock still embedded in her snatch. There was no doubt she had experienced a violent orgasm matching the one Sarge was going through. As the big man's hips slowly came to a stop, Rodney's eyes opened wide in trepidation. The two guards standing next to the sofa were taking off their clothes. It took mere moments until they stood proud and stately beside the unknowing woman.

Michelle thought her turmoil was over. Suddenly she saw a naked man out of the corner of her eye. To make matters worse, the guard fisted his oversized cock making sure it was hard as steel. She watched the foreskin flow back and forth over the bulbous head like a well-oiled machine. A quantity of clear fluid squirted from the slit at the end of the black penis and Michelle realized the blackmail wasn't finished. These evil blackmailing guards were going to use and abuse her and there was nothing she could do to prevent it.

The three guards wanted her to struggle and protest. Sarge encouraged Michelle to fight and he allowed her legs to flail wildly, as she tried to stop Emu from getting between them. Sarge didn't hold her down or stop her from sitting up. He merely prevented her from getting off the sofa by pushing and prodding her so that she remained spread out on the leather cushions.

Suddenly Sarge ordered Mosi to assist him. Each held one of Michelle's legs until she was spread wide again allowing Emu complete freedom. The guard rolled onto the sofa and between her splayed legs bringing a scream of protest from the overpowered wife.

Rodney put his hands on the glass pretending that he wanted to help his wife. The guard standing beside him was enjoying the erotic display and he wanted to make the husband suffer. "Not worry... only fuck... not hurt wife," the guard whispered. They watched, as Emu fisted his pecker, and slapped Michelle's white flesh all over. First he left a wet trail across Michelle's flat belly before slapping her raised pelvis.

Sarge was now free to carry out more depraved chastisement. He reached across his desk flicking a switch to allow sound into the secret room so the husband could hear. "Emu see cunt... pretty white cunt," Emu said, knowing what his boss expected him to do. "Emu stick prick in ... fuck white slut." The guard's voice shook Rodney to the core. The husband watched in horror, as his wife's turmoil continued with a second guard mounting her naked body. 

Michelle felt the head of the massive pecker spreading her labia wide until he could ravage the puffy clitoris. Emu crushed the tender bud before slipping the wide head inside the hot opening. Amazingly, Michelle felt his cock slide into her cavity without the slightest bit of pain. Sarge had taken care of any required stretching and his semen lubricated her smooth, heated channel.

Instantly the heat of her pussy overwhelmed the big African. He rammed his big cock to the hilt pounding Michelle's ass deep into the plush cushions. Emu marveled his reward for working with the unscrupulous Sarge. He grinned wide and desperately clung to his last shred of stamina. It sent shivers through the spectators seeing his body covered with sweat, which made his muscles stand out prominently all over his body. He appeared like Zeus, as Rodney watched the powerfully built African ravage his innocent wife.

Emu quickly developed a smooth rhythm with his desire soaring sky-high. Michelle thought he had limited stamina, but she was sorely wrong. The African pumped in and out of her precious honey-hole like a madman enjoying the ride of his life. Emu arched his back and grabbed both of Michelle's arms holding them stretched out to the sides. He straightened his arms so that his upper body hovered over his precious, white slave, which gave everyone a perfect view of Michelle's luscious body. 

Sarge grinned when he shifted with the intention of getting closer to Michelle. He put his mouth next to her ear and whispered. "You good white ass. Hubby like seeing his wife fuck... fuck big Blackman." Sarge put his fingers in her hair and yanked so that her head faced the reflective glass. "Husband watch wife fuck... you save his sorry ass when you fuck Emu. You cum ... again ... and make Sarge happy."

Michelle's eyes opened wide when she stared at the uncanny reflections. She stared into the mirror knowing she was looking into Rodney's eyes. Michelle imagined her husband on the other side of the glass watching her demise, but she didn't know how to fight the mean, dominant Sarge. She didn't know how to show Rodney that she was being forced and suddenly realized she couldn't fool any of the men.




Michelle's Story Ch. 01



It seemed that every time she acted worried or distraught, she conveyed sheer passion and desire. All of a sudden a spasm shot through her insides, and then another more powerful than the first. She could only imagine what it looked like from the other side of the mirror. Suddenly Sarge nibbled on her ear, which resulted in another spasm so strong it rocked her fragile confidence.

Sarge kept his mouth at her ear. "You very sexy. You like black cock... don't you?" He kept her face pointed directly at the mirror so she couldn't hide her despair. "You pay. The price for husband's freedom is... one more orgasm. You cum or else Sarge fuck ass... fuck ass with his big... black... cock!"

If she could disappear, Michelle would have at that moment. Although she stared at her imaginary husband wanting to fight and struggle with all her might, time stopped for the distraught woman. She could only imagine what it looked like being a captive to the two Africans. Emu hovered over her body with his black cock deep inside her precious opening, as he held her arms fully outstretched to her sides.

Sarge held her head turned directly at the mirror, as he whispered orders in her ear. "You do it... NOW! Do it," Sarge said a split second before biting down hard. His teeth bit into Michelle's tender ear bringing about instant pain. She screamed but Sarge merely bit harder. He bit just hard enough to break the skin and her blood was like an intoxicating drug to his crazed mind.

He yelled through his clinched teeth. "That's it... move cunt... fuck Emu's black cock. You fuck Emu... put black cock in belly... fuck Emu!" 

The pain was gone, but not the screaming agony. Now it was the agony of lust, which quickly robbed her sanity. Sarge had broken her spirit. "No... no, gawd no! Oh gawd, I can't stop," Michelle moaned. Sarge bit harder but there was no more pain, only the agony of a woman surrendering her soul. Her voice was loud and shook Rodney to the core. "Fuck... fuck me you bastard. Fuck me with your big cock... so fucking big. Oh gawd, so deep... inside... I can't stop, I caaaaan't."

Her stomach went into convulsion, as she succumbed to the African police officer. Suddenly it didn't matter anymore. "Oh my gawd... I'm cuuumming... cuuumming," she yelled at Sarge. Her mind was consumed by pure, unadulterated sex. No love or no tender emotions. There was only pure animal lust.

He twisted her head to keep her face pointed at the mirror. "Tell Sarge what you are."

She didn't hesitate. "I'm your white woman... oh gawd... your white whore. Take me you black bastard!" The only thing she cared about was satisfying her raging desire and her body went out of control. Her world consisted of only one thing. Sarge! A big, black cock buried deep inside her womanly being. "Fuck me... fuck me you... you... you cocksucker!"

Sarge wanted her to beg even more and for some profound reason Michelle complied. He thrust his big hand under her thrashing torso, which was driving up at Emu, until he wormed his way to her squirming rear end. Sarge fondled her ass threatening to shove his fingers between her vulnerable butt cheeks, which Michelle desperately tried to squeeze together.

"You cum... or next Sarge will fuck ass. Use big cock on your white ass and show husband... wife is bigger slut."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Daaa... what?" Rodney was too stunned to say much and he stared at the man.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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




Michelle's Story Ch. 01



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

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

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

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

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

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

THE END

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Michelle's Story Ch. 02



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 chapter turned out longer than I anticipated so I am making two chapters, which I will post in quick succession. 

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

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

Sarge purposely left the intercom switch in the 'On' position merely to taunt his beautiful hostage. "Rodney... I send car for you tomorrow night. You come my home for dinner... a dinner party I am throwing for my superior," he said making sure his voice was loud and clear. "Your charming wife will stay in my mansion... for the next while. Until all the election details are finished... and our junta is duly elected by the people."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Being naked never bothered Zelda. She merely yelled at the kids to be quiet and stop acting so childish. Michelle didn't know what to do and she waited for the woman to give her something to wear. Suddenly one of the girls who appeared to be in her early teens came right up to Michelle. She spoke in her native tongue; yet it was obvious the girl wanted Michelle to get out of the tub.

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

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

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

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

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

Ayira purposely saved the best for last and it was the most fascinating procedure when the girl massaged Michelle's big breasts. Zelda even voiced her displeasure when her daughter wiped the oily cream all over both of Michelle's tits and then pulled on the enlarged nipples. The girl squeezed both nipples at the same time and pulled outward until they each slipped out of her greased fingertips. Ayira did this several times, laughing each time, until her mother ordered her to stop.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Michelle felt like a little girl caught with her fingers in the cookie jar and she swiftly turned around so he couldn't see her flushed face. Her fingers shook, as she tried to don the pajamas Zelda had given her. Reaching under the gown, it was easy to slip on the bottoms, but she wondered about the top. Then she remembered the sly way women changed at a public beach and her arms were in and out of the gown enabling her to get dressed in the pajama top.

She was standing between the two beds pondering the next move when Zelda came up to her. "Children! They always so nosy," she whispered. "Especially Kato... he just like his father."

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

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




Michelle's Story Ch. 02



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sarge was the focus of her dreams. The man was nothing but a scoundrel and Michelle felt guilty for falling under his control. 'True,' she reasoned, 'Sarge did blackmail me, but I should have been stronger.' Now she wished that she had the courage to fight the man, but that had not happened at the airport.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Gawd, no Kato... no. Please... you mustn't... please don't," Michelle moaned fearing the worst. "Oh my gawd... Kato!" 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"No matter. Men... they like that. Sarge planned it... the whole thing and he told kids what to do," Zelda said. "It not matter what you do... they rape you if you don't cooperate."

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

Sarge held Michelle by the hand making it appear like they were together and suddenly he moved his hand towards his boss. It was a slick maneuver that placed her dainty hand in Buru's fist. "You dance... dance with our lovely guest," Sarge whispered. "You see... she best. Much better than others I bring to you."

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




Michelle's Story Ch. 02



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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




Michelle's Story Ch. 02



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

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

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

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

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

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

Michelle merely whimpered. "Noooo... gawd noooo."

Sarge's eyes never left hers. "You good whore for Sarge. You good whore for Buru. Now be good whore for Kato, or else!" 

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

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

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

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

Sarge's face turned serious and he turned her head to the side. "You see? Kato ready! Ready to shove his hard cock into belly. He horny... look... look! See his big cock?"

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

Sarge slowly started moving Michelle towards the bed ensuring she faced his son during the trip across the room. "Son! Now you learn to satisfy a real woman. You learn cunnilingus... see what it does to a woman," Sarge said. Then Sarge let go of Michelle and pushed her onto the bed, as Kato stood up.

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

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

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

Sarge felt the heightened level of emotions that suddenly filled the room. "See... he is ready, whore. Kato is ready for you," he said putting his lips next to the side of Michelle's burning face. "Open legs... open so Kato can see."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

Sarge fully intended on letting his son ravage her desirable body, but his plans changed after watching the erotic, cunnilingus production. "That was fantastic. Son... you witness best animal in the jungle. An American lioness!" Sarge spoke to Kato while keeping his throbbing meat pressed against Michelle's leg. "I change mind. Watch... I screw now. Then we get white woman to do something very fantastic to you."

Sarge's voice was breaking slightly, as he was both excited and anxious. "Son! We will get her to suck cock," he whispered. "She show you how they do sex in their country... and you see what happen when she suck your cock."

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

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

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

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

Sarge felt the head of his massive cock touch her wet opening and he rammed his hips down with all of his brute strength. His powerful lunge knocked all the air out of Michelle's lungs and she was unable to breath for many moments. 

Finally she gasped for much needed air and her breathing resumed in an erratic fashion.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"We fuck all night... you suck Kato... then fuck."

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

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

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

***

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

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

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




Michelle's Story Ch. 02



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

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

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

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

Suddenly her memory made her body shake. The mother of all orgasms happened in the middle of the night. She was riding her stallion, Sarge, and bouncing up and down on his enlarged cock, which was inserted into her tummy. Then Kato was standing right in front of her with his feet planted on either side of his father. He taunted his teacher with his cock by rubbing it all over her face and upper body. Her hands had nowhere to go and to keep her balance she grabbed onto the boy's hips. One of her hands slipped between Kato's legs and she jiggled his balls around, which brought the teen immense pleasure.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

THE END

This chapter kept getting longer and longer so I decided to end it at this point. I have the next chapter almost ready with a new, exciting twist. One of the suggestions from a reader was to include a female celebrity in the story and I may try to do that in another subsequent chapter. Of course the woman would not be anyone we know... just a celebrity that the reader can put anyone's name on.

Please send me your comments and suggestion, as I appreciate feedback from readers.



Michelle's Story Ch. 03



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.

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

Sarge kept him occupied many hours a day in the capital city before they were scheduled to visit some outlying villages. Things were done merely for appearances sake, as the election outcome was really a foregone conclusion. The international community reasoned that the country was more democratic, but most of the tribal people still lived under strict, dictator rule.

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

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

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

Sarge didn't tell Rodney much other than they were going to the village where he was raised. The visit was planned to coincide with Rodney's election scrutiny so that he could ensure all the voting procedures were carried out properly. They drove through the barren countryside until the antiquated dwellings came into view. Michelle cringed at the obvious poverty, as nothing looked modern, from old outdated automobiles to ancient houses. The temperature was extremely hot and there always seemed to be dust in the air.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Zuberi sat back down in his royal chair and watched with a grin of approval on his excited face. He shouted orders to everyone. Swiftly, all the younger men who were not old enough or experienced enough to be true warriors were forced to leave the room. Also, all of the women and children were ordered to leave which left only a handful of men with Michelle in the sweltering room.

One of the strong warriors, who had many tattoos on his muscular body, put his strong arm around her waist and held her steady. To her utter dismay, Michelle didn't even protest when she felt her clothing being removed. All she could do was stand upright in the man's arms until every item of clothing was stripped from her glowing body.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Zuberi rolled on top of her thrashing torso and Michelle obediently opened her legs, as wide as she could. She felt his masculine hips drop between her limbs and she waited. His teasing continued and Zuberi took the willing woman higher into an elevated level of desire. He rubbed his pecker all over her tummy and then between her legs, but not touching her wetness.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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




Michelle's Story Ch. 03



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

When Michelle slowly started kissing the young African all over, the girl laid back relishing the intense caresses. All of a sudden the burning lips found Thema's flat tummy and she felt short, swift convulsions rocket through her insides. Then Michelle's tongue began caressing the tiny indent in her belly and Thema wondered what was happening to her innocent body. When the tip of Michelle's tongue swirled around and through her belly button, Thema was unsure of what to expect next.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

Thema rattled on and on trying to explain things, but not really getting much across. "Nia saw us... she knows. I told her what happened... how wonderful it was between us," she whispered. "I promised her that she could have you... but only have you while I am with Baako."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nia put her face against the side of Michelle's flustered face and said something. "You white whore... you slave. I see when you have sex with Thema. You my slave... Thema say I have you," she whispered. The shock of hearing English come from her lips was totally surprising to Michelle, as she thought no one spoke her language. "You no fight... or else! I feed you to dogs. I let dogs have white ass!"




Michelle's Story Ch. 03



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

Nia's face slowly came forward and Michelle knew what was going to happen. She sat frozen when Nia's lips touched her own and didn't resist when the girl's tongue gave her a jolt of electricity. Suddenly Nia broke the kiss. "You drink... watch wedding. Then you be mine," she said sending shivers of doubt through Michelle's brain.

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

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

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

***

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

Nia had a plan formulated in her mind and she was fully confident that nothing could stop her. It was her goal to control the white goddess so highly cherished by her older sister. Nia wanted to control Michelle and humiliate the mature, experienced woman to the point where she would beg her for mercy.

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

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

Nia desperately wanted to take her slave to the privacy of her home, but the urge for power kept her in the square. The scene was extremely surreal, as the dazzling light from the fire danced and reflected off the forgotten bystanders. The dark, satin skin of the native girls looked beautiful, but the glowing white skin shone with the brilliance of the full moon. Michelle's flesh glistened with moisture and she appeared like a real goddess to the young girls.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nia walked tall and proud, as she took the white goddess by the hand and led her into a stable, which housed only horses and various animals. She entered one of the empty stalls and stopped on top of a pile of straw. One of the girls had grabbed the discarded clothes and tossed them over the rail of the stall. Gasps of utter astonishment came from every girl when their friend slowly took some horse blankets and used them to cover the prickly straw. Their eyes got bigger when Nia guided the white woman down to her knees and pulled Michelle's face into her midsection.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nia witnessed Michelle demise when her two friends each gobbled a hardened nipple with their teeth. Michelle used her hands in vain to shield her boobs yet the girls easily pushed her arms away. Nia wittingly grabbed one arm putting it under her body, pinning the struggling woman down.

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

Thema yanked Michelle's arm sternly indicating she was not happy. Suddenly Michelle's stomach churned madly realizing she had done something terribly wrong, but she was determined to make it up to Thema.

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

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

Thema seemed to pull and lead the stumbling woman until they entered the newly constructed home. Once inside, Thema stopped and faced her timid adversary. She stared into Michelle's blinking eyes and it did not take long before the order of merit was settled. "I am sorry... I should never have given you drink. Even I can't control myself when I drink much of that stuff," Thema whispered.

Michelle had no idea what Thema was saying, as the young woman tried to explain. "I am sorry... that my sister treated you badly. She jealous; she see us together. Now I realize she want force you. Force you have sex... with her and evil friends. Nia wants power... more power than what is good for her."

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




Michelle's Story Ch. 03



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

Thema's hands were all over Michelle, caressing her back, her shoulders and her ass. Michelle's hands felt Thema's clothing and she could feel the girl's firm body getting hotter and hotter. They clung to each other in the most desperate show of passion.

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

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

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

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

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

Thema tasted the sweet nectar and furiously drank the river of cum. Her treasured white slave had reached the peak of ecstasy, and then it was the Queen's role to reap the joys of submissive love.

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

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

***

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

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

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

Nia reasoned that her father having intercourse with Michelle was far better than the whole village sexually abusing her goddess. She would beg Zuberi to save the white woman for himself, and hopefully Michelle would become impregnated so Nia could have a baby sibling. There would be nothing her sister could do and no one else in the village could do anything to stop Nia from controlling the white prisoner.

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

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

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

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

Nia was no fool and she already knew that the white woman would be totally disgraced if she wasn't strong and resilient. The sisters went into the smaller enclosure just as Michelle finished dressing in her loaned African attire. Nia smiled at Thema and then walked right up to Michelle.

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nia was in-charge and she deemed that the white woman was her love-slave. Her teeth returned to the enlarged clitoris holding it firmly around the base. She rolled the bud around vigorously with her tongue ensuring to leave plenty of saliva in the pussy opening.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Thema hid her displeasure well and she smiled at the two who rummaged for something to cover their nakedness after she woke them. She looked at the surprised couple and knew what must have transpired following last night's tribal rituals. She had spent the night in her new abode with Baako and Thema was well aware of her father's desire for Michelle. Her last vision from last night was watching Michelle being led away from the ceremonial theater by Zuberi.

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




Michelle's Story Ch. 03



Nia never moved and she felt the bed sink from Thema's weight. Thema's arm brushed against her sister's heated flesh and Nia did not move away. Everything remained absolutely motionless for many moments with each one's mind dreaming of the future. All of a sudden the three were sitting up on the bed and each put an arm around another.

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

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

Nia perched on her knees so that she could put her lips next to Michelle's ear. "Sarge coming... he will be in village very soon. He come pick you up... take you to big city," she whispered. "He promise... he bring Thema and me to city soon. Not now... soon."

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

THE END

Please send me your comments and suggestion, as I appreciate feedback from readers. This chapter kept getting longer and longer so I decided to end it at this point. I do hope to write another chapter and possibly bring a new twist into the story. One of the suggestions from a reader was to include a female celebrity in the story and I may try to do that. Of course the woman would not be anyone we know... just a celebrity that the reader can put anyone's name on.