Chapter Seven
She wriggled between them and humped at their inserted fingers. The water splashed, and her eyes slitted against the pleasure and the bright sunlight.
But she still saw something.
Something that alarmed her so much that she wanted to hide by diving to the bottom of the pool. But she couldn’t. These black harpies had their finger hooks in her.
She was stuck!
Deja Jenkins was coming out the back door of the Ambassador’s Residence!
She had a big sun hat on, wore a one-piece yellow swimsuit, and carried an iced drink.
Journee saw Deja’s back to them as she slid closed the back door.
Journee spoke with loud-hushed urgency, “Hey, someone’s coming! We need to stop!”
Rhone scoffed, “There is no need to stop.”
Pindpo said, “Oh, yes, I see the black-skinned woman who works under your mother. Well, I am sure she will be happy for us having such fun in the pool.”
“What? No! She won’t be. She’ll think this is wrong. Because it is! And she’ll tell my mom!”
“What care we? We care none. This woman will probably like that you are now an American milk slut. And your mother? She may have the right to know you are an American milk slut. Who knows? Maybe she is also an American milk slut. You can share milk slut tips and stories.”
Rhone laughed wickedly, “They can share the milk itself. It would be most amusing to see them swap the milk back and forth from mouth to mouth.”
Pindpo nodded, her chin tapping at Journee’s shoulder as she kept fingering Journee’s ass, “Oh, yes! It would be so good to see that! We should make it happen soon!”
“No. No! I’m telling you—"
Rhone used her non-pussy fingerfucking hand to reach up and pinch Journee’s ear hard enough to make her yelp despite her need to keep quiet.
Rhone demanded, “You tell us nothing, American milk slut. We tell you. This is how it works from now on. We will fuck you in this pool in front of your mother’s workmate. We will more than fuck you. You will orgasm. Everyone likes to see a slut orgasm. So shall she. It is as wonderful as watching a sunrise or a sunset. And, while we do this to you, make you orgasm for us and for this mother’s work-mate, you are to keep telling us and her what you know you are.”
They meant….
Journee couldn’t believe this demand. Not only were they not letting her go – like any decent dominating aggressive lesbian Africans should do! – but they wanted her to talk dirty – talk nasty humiliation about herself – in front of Deja Jenkins!
She could never do that!
…
Shit. She had to do that. She’d have to, or they’d probably spank her, and then she’d still have to do it.
She saw it was too late to keep Deja ignorant. Deja was nearly to the pool. Journee could not make out Deja’s eyes in the heavy shade under Deja’s wide sun hat, but her body was facing toward them, and they were hard to miss.
There was a redheaded white girl sandwiched between two very black girls. That wasn’t something that people failed to notice.
And all three of them were naked. It had to be obvious to Deja now as Deja stood on the edge of the pool and looked down into the clear blue-toned water.
And Journee knew the jerking and working arm movements of the two black girls, their slim muscular shoulders rolling with power as they fingerfucked Journee, had to make even that obvious as well.
Deja had to know! They were naked and they were having sex.
Deja knew!
Deja knew these two natives were fingerfucking Journee in the outdoor pool!
Deja stood there. She took a sip from the straw in her drink.
Journee panted. She felt so overwhelmed by this development and by the lust those fingers were poking into her.
Rhone reached up again and pinched Journee’s ear.
Youch!
Why did Rhone do that?
But Journee knew why. There was something Rhone expected her to say.
Oh, she couldn’t say that…!
This situation was already so bad. A lesbian menage a trois outdoors with black natives!
But maybe Journee could have played it off as innocent girl fun. Well, not innocent. But maybe mischievous inappropriate girl fun but still just for fun. Or maybe she could have claimed this as some kind of diplomacy thing. No, probably not that. She wished.
But if she talked the way Rhone expected, the way ear-pinching Rhone demanded, then excuses and false mitigating circumstances would no longer be in play.
Rhone wanted Journee to define herself, the way they’d defined her, the way she’d just started to define her sexual self, and they wanted her to do it right in front of Deja.
She couldn’t. She had to. What was the point in putting up with more ear pinches and then doing it?
Who was she fooling at this point? Only herself.
She already knew she’d do what she should not do. She’d say what she shouldn’t say and had never thought she’d ever say or that anyone in the world would ever say.
It wasn’t only the threat of ear pain. Journee knew that. It wasn’t even mostly that. These black bitches were so dominating and, who guessed it, it turned out Journee was submissive. She knew that was what her weak behavior was called.
They were dominant, and she was submissive. She just had to do what they wanted. She always had to give them what they wanted. They always had their way and got their way.
That was how it was. Journee felt it now. The truth of it.
Submission to them was so unnatural, yet it felt natural by now. She should obey them. They were better than her. They told her what to do, and she did it.
Just before she said it, Journee had a flash of a thought, more of a feeling than a string of words. Deja coming across them might be a good thing. Journee did not know what to do about her new circumstance and did not think she could do anything. She was helpless in a way that went well beyond the physical of two versus one. She couldn’t fight them, but she also thought she was getting to a tipping point of a point of no return in which she also could not fight against her own submissiveness. It was a new feeling in her life and alien to who she thought she was, but it was astoundingly powerful.
It was a powerful weakness.
But Deja was a mature woman, at least older than Journee by a decade or so, and a diplomat as well.
Deja would know what to do to save Journee. Deja could do it with diplomacy.
Giving in to Rhone and Pindpo might save Journee from Rhone and Pindpo.
A girl could hope!
Rhone reached up towards Journee’s ear.
Journee said it.
“I’m an American milk slut!”
Deja stood there.
So Journee said it again.
“I’m an American milk slut!”
Deja took another long sip through the straw.
Journee felt such dismay and such frustration that it was almost ticklish. A deep-down tickle up and down the core of her body.
Deja… wasn’t helping at all.
Deja was watching these black girls fingerfuck her….
Deja looked to be all ears as Journee’s ear continued to sting.
Pindpo added a second finger into Journee’s ass. She poked them hard and made Journee slosh upward in the water.
“Oh fuck!” yelled Journee.
Rhone pinched her ear mercilessly, “Wrong words, white savage!”
Deja snickered. She snickered! Journee heard it but almost could not believe it. She thought it must be a trick of her ears, but then the snickering kept going, and she couldn’t deny it. Deja should know by now that something was wrong here. Deja should do something about this! Wasn’t Deja going to save her?
Rhone added a third finger inside Journee’s stretched pussy and pinched harder at Journee’s ear, “The words, white savage! Say the correct words!”
Deja laughed out loud and gasped out, “White savage!”
Journee was gasping, too, but not from laughter. She was nowhere near laughing despite her ongoing ticklish feeling.
Was that feeling ticklish? No, it was some kind of arousal. Some sharp sick breed of lust. A combination of frustration and masochism.
Oh, they wanted her to say it? Even Deja?
“I’m an American milk slut!”
They all thought it was funny to call her a white savage….
“I’m an American… milk slut!”
She was dancing on these fingers, moving her body like a human washing machine, all for their entertainment.
“I’m an… American milk slut!”
Three blacks picking on the poor one-girl white minority? Or the milk slut minority?
“I’m… an American milk slut!”
Pindpo said, “The white slut will soon orgasm.”