Michelle's Story

Sarge kept the conscientious observer 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 reasonably democratic, but in reality most of the tribal people still lived under strict, dictator rule.

Rodney tried hard to concentrate on the job at hand, but he kept worrying about his wife’s well-being even though Sarge insisted Michelle was safe. After two long days in the capitol city, it was time to inspect polling stations in remote villages. "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 see country... visit African 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 pick up Rodney and the couple was finally together again. When the backdoor opened and he saw his wife, Rodney felt the biggest wave of relief and happiness.

Rodney quickly got into the limo and he put his arm around Michelle's shoulders, giving her a loving embrace. "I've missed you... so much, but I fully understand. You don't have a choice... please, let's do whatever the bastard wants. Then maybe he will let us go," he whispered.

“Yes, he promised... he said he would,” she replied and kissed her husband.

"I guess we’re making a visit to a small village... the one that Sarge, himself, comes from."

“Yes, oh honey, I’ve missed you.”

Sarge didn't tell Rodney much other than they were going to the village where he was raised. He had a personal reason for the visit plus the trip was planned to coincide with Rodney’s election scrutiny to ensure all of the voting procedures were carried out properly.

They drove through the barren countryside until several 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 Michelle cringed at the obvious poverty, as nothing looked modern, from old outdated automobiles to ancient houses.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, giving everything a spiritual appearance.

The limo drove into what looked like the center of the village, as there were many tribal men, women and children mulling around an enormous 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 and noted 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 where we vote... please go over everything. The voting slips are in metal box... there," he said, waving his hand at a large container sitting on a table. "It will take you hour or two to check... check everything. See if all 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 Michelle... she our guest," he said in his native dialect.

"Please... sit and let's eat,” Sarge said to Michelle, as he directed her to a seat and 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, which oddly looked somewhat appetizing.

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. The younger three were clean-shaven and without any body markings.

Sarge noticed Michelle looking around so he decided to explain a few of the African customs. "Older gentleman is Zuberi. He is chief... leader of our tribe. We are highest-ranking tribe in the country and all political leaders come from our village,” he explained and poured Michelle something to drink before he continued.

“The experienced, most trusted men of the tribe are sitting on Zuberi’s right. They are full-fledged warriors of the tribe. Others on left are almost ready... they will be initiated, as true warriors this week. It special ceremony and one 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 tasted 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 almost done inspection," he said. Sarge stood to leave and sternly motioned for Michelle to remain seated. "You enjoy Zuberi’s company. You very lucky. These men consider you goddess... true African goddess. They deem it the highest honor to be with you... in your presence."

Michelle didn't want to stay. She took a quick glance around the room and noted the admiring stares yet she didn’t have the courage to refuse Sarge’s request. Even though she hated the man, she felt severe pangs 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. None of the men talked to her and she kept very quiet in the background.

When Michelle heard the sound of a car’s engine, shivers of dire panic shot up her spine. She quickly stood up to look out a window and noticed Rodney, Sarge and his guards getting into the black limousine. Everything got very quiet, as she watched the car drive away in a trail of dust.

Michelle desperately wanted to run after the limo because her situation suddenly became ominous. She stood silently at 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 eldest tribal leader 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, which caused her to sweat.

Michelle looked through teary eyes at a large wooden table that appeared to be fully set up and arranged 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, as there was absolutely no place to hide. 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 nearly 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, tangy taste. It actually quenched her thirst for the time being so she drank with a thirst because of the desert-like air.

The meal lasted for the longest time and then everyone started getting up from the table. Michelle didn’t realize anything was wrong until she went to get up. When she tried to stand, her legs were entirely uncooperative and it was like standing on rubber limbs and buckling knees. She looked across the room and everything went blurry and real fuzzy, so she blinked her eyes several times trying to clear her vision.

Michelle instantly realized the drinks were most likely drugged. Nothing seemed funny yet suddenly she was laughing and giggling even though her mind was in great turmoil over the apparent loss of control. When she turned her head towards the head of the table, she noticed the tribal leader smiling at her.

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 merely giggled and 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 remote 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 so the experience was foreign to her, but she deemed there was nothing dangerous or threatening on the horizon.

Her head was spinning like crazy and although things seemed wrong, very wrong, everything appeared perfectly all right so she smiled at the young man who was holding her up. Slowly her head rolled and sort of dropped down so she could watch a black face swoop to her chest. Michelle wanted to thank the warrior and she marveled at how white the man’s teeth were, as they surrounded her swollen nipple.

She floated through the air like an angel. 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. It all seemed strange yet she wasn’t worried or afraid. Despite not wanting the two African’s to molest her boobs, she pushed her chest outward, making it easier for them to caress her aching nipples.

Her delicate buds hurt. They ached, as the sharp teeth nibbled, and she demanded they do more. “Yes, yes,” she pleaded and cupped one boob, shoving it hard into the greedy mouth. She looked through the foggy haze and noticed her nipples being stretched to phenomenal lengths and cried. “Yes... YES!”

The warriors sucked and nibbled at the same time yet she wanted more. When she felt something pushing between her legs, Michelle welcomed having her thighs spread. All of her common sense and moral fiber screamed for her to stop and keep her legs together, but she didn’t know why?

Then a foul smelling man put his mouth on hers and kissed her hard. His 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 wider, knowing what to expect, as the eccentric drugs made her mind willing and more than ready.

She almost fell so one of the warriors bent her over and forced her upper torso to rest on top of the messy table. Her luscious tits hung down and swung wildly from side to side, which was far too enticing for any man to resist. Michelle raised her head when something touched her fully exposed crotch and she tried to look behind to see who was there.

When the flared head of the warrior’s manhood pushed into her wetness, Michelle rammed her hips backwards at the man. She felt the spear going into her soul and the drugs urged her onward. Michelle pushed back harder and she gasped, as the thick shaft raked across her tender G-spot.

“Aaaahhhh, aaaahhhh,” she moaned and welcomed the bulbous head spreading her cervix, but she still wasn’t fulfilled.

Michelle used all her strength to embed the entire black 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. Strong fingers dug into her waist and the man jerked her torso back and forth, in a most dramatic fashion.

The shapely hips gyrated madly and the trusted African warrior was put in tribal heaven. His heart beat so fast that he was swiftly overpowered with a feeling of supreme strength. The lucky soldier 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 first lucky man 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.

The next overly aroused, tribal brother had seen enough. He roughly pulled his friend off of the goddess because it was his turn. When he carried the sexy woman across the room and dropped her on the small convenient cot, Michelle looked through glassy eyes at the man who mounted her.

The room got hotter; the warrior’s blood was sizzling when he felt the fiery inferno consume every inch of his throbbing spear. Michelle rewarded the elite warriors of Sarge’s 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.

Whenever someone put a glass to her lips, she willingly opened her mouth so they could literally pour more liquid down her throat. Michelle drank not knowing the drugs would keep her an obedient slave to anyone who needed or wanted her. When the second privileged warrior climaxed inside the sexiest white woman to ever visit their primal village, he relished the raunchiest encounter of his life.

Michelle did everything under the sun to make their experiences rewarding and memorable, but sadly she would not remember being so passionate. It took the third warrior scant moments to mount the bucking bronco and his stamina had long since vanished after watching two illustrious encounters. The intercourse was loud and raunchy, but it was their chief who would end the affair.

Zuberi felt that old flame in his belly from watching Michelle. He was much older and wiser and shrewdly took his time when he caressed every intimate zone of Michelle’s lust-filled body. His tongue was like sandpaper and he licked the golden boobs all over while paying particular attention to the large, brownish tips.

Each time Zuberi licked the enlarged nipples, Michelle’s body thrashed and went into overdrive. She thrust her chest at the hungry mouth and pulled the chief’s head hard until he devoured one of her throbbing buds. He cunningly caressed both tits, which drove his white goddess crazy with enduring lust.

Her eyes glazed and Michelle watched the large black man hover over her sprawled, outstretched body, knowing what he planned. She obediently opened her legs, as wide as she could, when Zuberi rolled on top of her waiting torso. The masculine hips dropped between her thighs and she simply pleaded.

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 through her crotch, but shrewdly evaded touching the vast wetness.

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

All of a sudden the hot poker pressed into the core of her essence. The black cock abruptly pried the soaked labia apart and slowly entered the hottest cavity, inch by inch. Zuberi pushed one inch, another inch and then another inch until over half of his pulsating cock was covered with sultry cream.

The tribal chief knew he wasn’t the first, but he really didn’t care. The fiery inferno quickly caused his temperature to 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. She gasped for as much air as she could get into her lungs and clung to the humping black man. 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. Her body twitched and went through intense spasms with the African cock buried deep in her belly.

Even after he experienced a magnificent orgasm, Zuberi kept his enlarged penis inside Michelle’s inner being forever. His mind remained fully aroused and he couldn’t remember savoring anyone so much. Erotic illusions filled his head and Zuberi decided Michelle deserved the ultimate privilege from his tribe.

Zuberi vowed to put her in the upcoming ceremony of virgin princesses and Michelle would be beautified with tattoos just like all honored women. With her head still confused by the ingested drugs, Michelle was completely oblivious to the fact she was about to become an honored member of Sarge’s African tribe.

It was late in the day; the sun had dimmed and the temperature cooled.

The next two days would be filled with ceremonies and celebrations. Three young men were slated to become tribal warrior soldiers and Zuberi carefully gave precise instructions for the three weddings of the newly anointed warriors. They would be married the next afternoon to three virgin princesses, as had been the custom for a hundred years.

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 this year 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. As custom dictated, once the elaborate ceremony was over, she would be tribal Queen. The other two weddings would take place at the same time and then elaborate celebrations would begin.

Anyone not familiar with typical African customs would find the wedding ceremonies and the following celebrations very interesting. There would be music from the tribal drums and everyone would freely consume 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 weddings 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. If he held elite and special status, then a demarcated tattoo was etched on the man’s face.

Any warrior 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 also engraved on some brides, which was the highest honor for any woman. Not all females were lucky enough to be scared and it was the chief of the tribe’s duty to select any deserved woman. The chief also picked the tattoos, as each one indicated a particular prominence in the tribe.

Zuberi had already decided that Thema was of queen status 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. 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.

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 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, which she didn’t understand.

The picture of untamed lust and erotic bliss was etched in her head. Thema wasn’t sure what it meant, but she felt immense sympathy for the overpowered Michelle. She witnessed glimpses of the tribal members on top of the most ravishing woman she had ever seen. It appeared to Thema that Michelle didn’t struggle, but rather she actually enjoyed the lewd affair.

The most profound aspect of it all was watching the men fondle and nibble on Michelle’s exceptional titties. All the woman of Thema’s tribe had cone-shaped breasts with areolas and nipples that were not too defined or outstanding. The images were permanently 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 abuse body strewn on top of the makeshift bed and they disappeared into the growing darkness of the evening. Several of 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 village. The young princess watched the women get the groggy woman to her feet, still naked and glistening with sweaty moisture. They pushed and shoved the bewildered woman from one to another and made sure each slapped Michelle, as she neared.

The gorgeous white flesh quickly turned a brilliant reddish color, but Michelle didn’t feel any pain. The foreign drugs still controlled her mind and she merely tried to remain on her feet, as she stumbled around and around in circles.

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 woman of royal status... you leave her alone. She will stay with me... go... GO!"

The women were much older and supposedly wiser than the young Thema, but they all knew the hierarchy of the tribe. Thema would soon be Queen and she was of the highest order, since she was the daughter of their chief. The girl had reached the age of maturity in their African family and although the official ceremony had not been conducted, all of 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 the young woman holding her upright had done her an immense favor. When the girl threw a cloth wrap around her torso and led her away, she didn’t resist. They rushed across the village and entered Thema’s home completely out of breath, but thankful to be alone.

Things happened and neither woman knew why. Michelle fell against the tall slender African girl; Thema embraced the white goddess and suddenly both women yearned for a kiss. The princess felt the woman’s lips approach her own yet she didn’t move away. When the hot mouth closed on the trembling lips, the woman’s tongue pried the virgin lips apart.

A heated kiss ensued and both women were overcome with by a strange rising desire. Thema felt the intense heat of Michelle’s body burning through her clothes and she practically ripped off the wrap and carried the woman to her bedroom. Still locked in a kiss, it seemed entirely natural to strip. There were four hands roaming all over the youthful body until every garment was removed, leaving the princess totally naked.

The girl had no idea what to expect, but she readily understood whatever happened would be fantastic and enjoyable. The bullet-tits pressed into the softer and much larger tits of the white woman. Thema had never felt anything so incredible. Her nipples seemed to crush the overly large buds and the soft tits surrounded most of her titty. 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 urge to spread her legs. When she opened her legs, the dainty fingers slipped into the wetness and Thema prayed for heavenly intervention because she still hoped to stop what was happening.

Suddenly a finger separated the puffy lips and found her precious gem. When her tiny clitoris was amorously caressed, the top of her head exploded. Thema 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.

When Michelle's finger slipped into the tight opening, 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 ensuring 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, even though she knew the girl could not understand what she said. The two women fell onto the messy cot and there was nothing tame or civilized about the kiss that followed.

It turned into a 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 because there was more. 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 innocently started kissing the princess all over, the girl laid back relishing the intense caresses. Then the burning lips brushed across Thema’s flat tummy and the girl felt several swift convulsions rocket through her insides.

Michelle’s tongue began licking the tiny indent in her belly and Thema wondered what was happening to her virtuous body. When the tip of the tongue swirled around and through her belly button, she was unsure of what to expect next. Her hips rolled from side to side and also thrust upwards, trying to follow the darting tongue.

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 abruptly 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, as her soaring emotions slammed into a brick wall.

Thema’s hips started to buck uncontrollably and she realized something out of this world had happened. Her heart raced; her complexion was fully flushed and suddenly Michelle rolled the clit with her tongue. She flicked it furiously with the tip of her tongue and tried desperately to hold onto the thrashing hips.

Thema entwined her fingers into the strands of Michelle’s hair and she held on for dear life. The instantaneous orgasm exploded like a raging 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, but it was impossible because her lithe body tensed from the intense orgasm.

The powerful thighs tried to close and Michelle used all of her might to keep them spread. She tasted the tangy honey of the free flowing pussy and jammed her tongue at the pinkest opening. Michelle put her fingers around the swollen clitoris and she squeezed 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. At the end, they both fell into the deepest sleep and neither opened an eye for a long time.

The sun had not yet come up, so Thema still had newfound territory to encounter. If she was to become an elite member 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.

The soon to be African queen pushed the white woman flat on her back and she attacked with a newfound vengeance. At first Michelle tried to hold the girl 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.

When Michelle tried to sit up, Thema easily 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... it is like animal. You need 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 the briefest moment, Michelle felt a familiar rumbling from deep within. Thema held her by the wrists and stretched her arms out to their widest reaches.

The girl’s 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; then her lip again until Michelle was positive she tasted blood.

All of a sudden the tigress was hungry for more blood. She nibbled down the slender neck until her sharp teeth grazed a luscious breast. Michelle tried to roll her torso and shoulders, but the girl held her in an iron grip with her arms outstretched to the sides. When the teeth closed on an upstanding nipple, 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 the cries turned to pithy whimpers. Thema knew precisely where she was headed, as she swooped towards her ultimate goal.

The voracious mouth left a wet trail downwards, across the lower swell of the succulent titties and onto the heaving tummy. The tip of Thema’s tongue darted across the burning flesh and found the coveted belly button. She drove her tongue in and out with a fucking motion and left the indent soaked with saliva.

Michelle couldn't hold her hips still. The prisoner-like hold on her wrists loosened yet she kept her arms fully outstretched because there was an implied demand to do so. Suddenly Thema dipped lower and began kissing her way to the Promised Land.

The cleanly shaven pelvis felt strangely alien and Thema’s daring tongue embraced the baby-like flesh. When the womanly hips thrashed and thrust madly in her direction, the girl used her tongue in an intimidating fashion. She licked the bony pelvis and then the glistening pussy-lips, threatening to open up Michelle’s universe.

Michelle rolled her head back and forth, as she felt like a white slave whose only purpose was to please her demanding lioness. She spread her legs wide and showed her young lover that she was ready to be taken. The girl’s tongue flicked the presumed love-button a few times and made Michelle mew like a little schoolgirl.

Thema started intently at the throbbing clitoris, mesmerized by the fact she could make the woman shudder with just the tip of her tongue. She entered tribal paradise. Thema lay between the splayed legs of her gorgeous mentor and promptly rammed her tongue into the prettiest, pink opening. Her sharp fingernails dug into the flared hips and she realized something extraordinary had happened.

Michelle’s arms remained strewn out to the sides and her fingers dug into the closest material on the messy cot. She adored the young African queen who somehow knew what to do. Thema moved one hand into the sweltering crotch and took control. She slipped her long finger into the soaked hole, as her tongue paid the ultimate homage to the delicate clitoris.

Then it happened! Thema’s teeth closed on the rosy clit and she bit down hard enough to make the grown woman cry out. Her tongue pushed on the portion of the clitty inside her mouth and mashed the bud into the back of her teeth. The princess rode her mare over the climatic mountaintop and refused to let go, as she kept bashing the clitoris with her tongue.

The two obsessed woman were oblivious to anyone watching. Thema’s young sister, Nia, peeked around the corner of the doorway at something that appeared totally spellbinding. Much to her dismay, Nia watched her big sister kissing and fondling the strange white woman. Then Nia witnessed animal desire and untamed lust when her sister did something weird and out of this world.

Thema performed a stellar cunnilingus. She tilted her head towards the doorway at the sound of a distinct rustling noise and there was a brief moment of recognition when she noticed her sister. The devilish smile on Nia’s baby face told it all. Thema could trust Nia to keep a secret, but it would come at a big price.

The morning came and Michelle and Thema welcomed a refreshing wash. Luckily, the shack had a place out back where a person could wash and clean their whole body. Even though they couldn’t speak each other’s language, the two women seemed to converse by using gestures and simply implied sounds, plus Thema knew some basic English words.

Once they were refreshed, Thema quickly dressed in customary garb and turned to assist Michelle. Since her clothes were in total disarray from lying on the floor all night, she provided one of her dress wraps and sandals for her newfound friend. 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 kept extremely busy assisting Michelle because of the unfamiliar wrap and after a couple of not so innocent gropes, Michelle allowed the girl to touch her all over. When Thema spoke, her voice sounded loving and caring. Although Michelle had to guess what the girl was saying, she listened as though she understood. "I will be Queen today... you will become my very own princess,” Thema said.

“Eh, yes, yes,” she replied.

“I love you and you will stay with me until Sarge comes for you," Thema whispered. “You safe with me.”

“Huuummm,” Michelle replied.

"Sarge leaving you in our village for one week... then you go with him to the capital. He say you join African tribe... you join our village,” Thema explained.

Michelle smiled at her young lover even though she didn't have a clue what she was saying. All of a sudden about six girls, including Nia, burst into the room. They all started jabbering and talking with Thema, as their hands and arms waved wildly in the air.

The young woman tried to keep her sister at a distance, but it was impossible because Nia and her friends seemed so enthusiastic. Michelle stood off to one side in a bewildered state and she tried to figure out what the fuss was all about.

Nothing seemed to be settled; eventually all the girls departed except Nia who stood close to Thema. The two whispered and then the young one seemed to say something serious to sister. 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, Nia 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. My little sister, Nia, will take care of you. Oh dear... I hope she not hurt you. She so jealous... I will be Queen and she 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 say he also mark you... because Sarge say you to be shared by tribal warriors, but I 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 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.

There seemed to be no way out of the dilemma without Sarge coming back for her. Michelle had no idea how long she would be forced to stay in the remote village and she simply watched the villagers setting up for what appeared to be some kind of special celebration. Luckily Thema cared about what happened so she kept checking on her, despite being extremely busy.

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 scorching heat of the day. When Thema brought her drinks, Michelle drank them and she actually began liking the refreshing taste of the African concoction.

She went through the afternoon like being in one of those parties where a person sat around all day sipping liquor, not realizing the alcohol had an effect. The apparent ceremony was getting very near and Michelle decided to find a place to rest because she felt kind of woozy.

When she started walking, Michelle realized her legs didn't work properly. Suddenly Thema was beside her and she ogled the gorgeous girl out of blurry eyes, as she used her best English. "You beautiful... almost time... me dress for ceremony. Nia come for you... you stay with her... until tomorrow," she whispered.

Michelle could see Thema’s lips moving and she tried very hard to understand, as the girl continued. "Nia promise... protect you. Not let bad thing happen to you," Thema said. "You safe with Nia... with girls. They not in ceremony. Nia keep safe from elders... not let dirty men touch you.”

“Nia, yes... good,” Michelle replied.

“Princess Nia soon have wedding, too. She eighteen and get married next year to an honoured warrior,” Thema said, as she 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. Michelle staggered and tried to keep up with the girl until they reached the village square.

Nia led her across the square and around a corner where 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 tipsy from all the drinks Thema had given her and suddenly Nia thrust another cup into her hands.

The girls all had cups and were drinking with the commencement of the elaborate weddings. The group was gathered in a shady area under a few small trees and out of the immediate sight of the tribal elders who filled the village square. All of the girls tried to find a cool, shady spot and Nia let Michelle know exactly where to sit.

Michelle was panic-struck and she unconsciously started drinking much faster than she should have. She tried to get comfortable sitting cross-legged on the ground and the girl sat right next to her. Nia snuggled so close that her body actually touched Michelle, but there was no getting away from the purposeful contact.

The girls giggled in a childish manner and it became very evident which one was in-charge, as no one made a noise when Nia spoke. The wedding proceedings took place near the ceremonial statue in the center of the village square and no one paid any attention to the onlookers.

Michelle found the unfamiliar ceremony extremely interesting and she watched in awe when the first wedding began. She had never witnessed an African ceremony of any kind and immediately noticed the beauty and uniqueness of a tribal wedding. Drums sounded, which gave the event a truly erotic atmosphere, and several dancers made it look quite primal and rustic.

Nia moved closer and abruptly put her arm around Michelle’s back, as she pulled the woman into her youthful body. Being distracted by the festivities, Michelle simply limited her struggles to a few twists of her shoulders and a mere mumble or two. “Eehh, hum, don’t,” she whispered, trying to discourage the sudden intimate contact.

Michelle continued watching the wedding when Nia put her cheek against the side of her flustered face. "You white whore... you slave. I see when you have sex with Thema,” Nia said and tightened her embrace. “Thema say I have you... now you my slave.”

The shock of hearing English come from the girl’s lips was totally surprising, but so was what she said. “Eh, eh, but,” she mumbled, trying to retain her poise.

“You no fight... or else! I feed you to dogs... let dogs have pretty white ass,” Nia said and the tone of her voice was deadly serious.

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

Nia’s face slowly moved 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.

It took all of her resolve to look away. Michelle sat perfectly still while looking across the square at the ongoing wedding and she knew her face was beat-red. When Nia put her own cup to her lips, she drank because the silent command was impossible to refuse. Michelle took many swigs of the powerful aphrodisiac drink and then the scene turned mystic.

Nia’s friends each approached the white goddess and forced her to drink. Michelle obediently kept her arms straight down at her sides, as each girl put their cup to her lips. They held their cup high and poured the nectar down her throat and also spilled some down her chin and onto her heaving chest. It took no time at all before her head was spinning so fast that it was hard to concentrate on what was happening in the village square.

First a young warrior got married to a youthful looking girl who Michelle thought might have been sixteen years old, even though she was eighteen. The second wedding had a young warrior get married to another young virgin, only this girl was utterly the most innocent looking girl Michelle had seen.

Her eyes blurred and her head buzzed. Time seemed to float by with seconds turning into minutes and minutes into hours, but time had no meaning to Michelle. The African aphrodisiac was stronger than her willpower and she was at the mercy of a devious black princess who held her tight and kissed her on the cheek.

Michelle faced the village square and vaguely noticed the last wedding take place. There was a fire burning brightly in the center of the square and by this time the fire matched the color of the sunset, which blazed on the horizon.

Queen Thema looked like the most ravishing African when she stood proud and stately in front of her father. Zuberi conducted the ceremony of his young daughter marrying the tribe’s highest-ranking soldier and the entire event looked truly breath-taking.

The sun had already gone down when the drums started beating again. Commencement of the festivities to celebrate the prestigious tribal wedding of Queen Thema ensued with all of the villagers mingling with their chief and elders.

The group of girls with their secret hostage still huddled in a secluded area just off 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 formulated a clever plan of seduction and control the moment she witnessed her sister’s sinful exploitation of the white goddess. Nothing could stop her. It was her goal to control the woman highly cherished by her older sister and she was fully confident that nothing could stop her. She vowed to control and humiliate the mature, experienced woman to the point where Michelle would beg for mercy.

The drums, the fire, the sunset and the erotic atmosphere set the mood. Nia stood up and so did all of her friends. Michelle was somewhat bewildered when Nia pulled her to her feet and she listened intently to what the girl said, trying hard to understand. “She mine... white woman promised to me. You can stay... not touch until I say,” she said.

Nia’s voice was very stern and her expression was deadly serious. “Queen Thema give slave to me... for night. Slave sleep with me,” she informed her girlfriends. “I watch them... it was voodoo. This woman and Thema... they act like animals when I see them.”

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 newlyweds sat beside them. Thema was concerned over the welfare of her newfound friend, but then she shrugged off any worries because she trusted her younger sister.

Nia desperately wanted to take her slave to the privacy of her home, but the urge for power kept her near 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 all of the girls.

Nia was the center of attention and she proudly displayed her absolute control, as her friends giggled and listened. “I watch... see them together. Thema and white woman... they kiss, they touch, they lick,” she whispered, as all of her friends suddenly grew quiet and listened intently to every word. “They touch each other... there... there... and there,” she said and pointed to another girl’s breast, stomach 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 on the cotton material covering 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 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 yet she 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 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 ass 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 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, as they all stared at the alluring domination.

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. Everyone gasped when Nia put her hands on the sides of Michelle's face and pulled forward. The only noises in the stable were loud gasps and heavy breathing coming from the many overheated girls.

All eyes grew wider when the two kissed. Then the rose-colored lips started traveling up and down the teenager's face and neck and the girls knew something extraordinary was happening to their friend. 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 literally 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 the mouth swooped to the heart of Nia’s essence.

The girl squealed like a little schoolgirl when her tits were molested. Michelle devoured one of the tiny nipples and rolled the other around vigorously with her skilled fingers. She sucked hard on the little pebble and let her tongue stroke ever so softly over the end, which made Nia’s hips buck wildly on the blanketed straw.

Michelle had a suspicion of doing something wrong yet it didn’t stop her. She didn’t even hear the others who by now were fairly quiet and Nia’s moans sounded like pleas for help so she took charge. “Open legs, honey. Open your legs so momma can feel your crotch,” she whispered in the girl’s ear.

“Yeaaaa, yes,” Nia moaned.

Michelle knew the girl could understand some English, but she decided to get extremely raunchy. “Good girl. That’s it, honey, open your legs and Michelle will show you how a real woman fucks.”

Nia spread her legs and welcomed the loving caresses. “Oooohhhh, yeeesss.”

Everything that happened over the past few days hit her all at once. She wasn’t the revengeful type, but the thought of getting even was overwhelming and she was filled with the utmost confidence. They couldn’t hurt her anymore; she was in control and seemed to be fully in-charge after all of the awful traumatic events.

Her drugged mind didn’t understand and Michelle focused on the animal in front of her. “Sweetheart, spead’em wider... you’re going to be my little bitch,” she whispered.

Nia had never been filled with such desire. She obeyed the white goddess and spread her legs, as her heart raced out of control. “Yes, yes.”

“Good girl,” Michelle said, as she became a possessed mistress. “Real good girl.” She raised her hand high and brought it down with a slap that would resound through the African barn forever. She slapped the upraised pelvis of the African princess again and again until there were shades of red mixed with the black.

The fact the girl was royalty and Thema’s sister made Michelle feel stronger and that much better about having control. Each resounding slap echoed throughout the barn and she ensured her fingers curved into the heated crevice each time she spanked the shivering pelvis. Then Michelle used her knees to spread the thighs wider, which brought a quick end to Nia’s struggles.

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 hidden clitoris. When her fingers seized the tip of Nia’s clit, the girl experienced the most explosive orgasm.

The African juices started running immediately and Michelle’s fingers surrounded the tiny clit. All of Nia’s girlfriends were mesmerized, as they watched the brazen fingers twirl the bud, and then their dear girlfriend experienced a blissful climax. Nia’s ass bounced up and down on the pile of straw and her friends noticed a strange abundance of moisture between her legs.

The African princess thrust her hips at Michelle, knowing the woman would take her through heaven and hell at the same time. When she secretly spied on her sister, Nia sensed something truly wonderful had happened between Thema and Michelle. All of a sudden she welcomed the same primeval ecstasy. None of the other girls knew what really happened, but they all dearly wanted to experience the same lustful gratification.

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. Drugs make white woman slave... she will do anything... anything we ask."

The combination of fiery lust and too much drink 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 expect. 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 be my slave," she whispered. "First 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 sprawled out beside Michelle and she leaned forward, putting her lips on Michelle's and relishing the wonderful feeling of a kiss. Nia put her hands around Michelle's flustered face and continued to give the woman kisses all over.

Her entire body was burning up and Michelle struggled, realizing she was against many girls. Determined to fight off the assault, she tried to sit up and even used her arms to keep the girls from fondling her. They came from every direction. Michelle pushed one away, but another girl grabbed a boob, as six to one left her greatly outnumbered.

Nia’s eyes opened wide in awe. She watched the hungry pack of girls devour the white flesh and Michelle looked like a gorgeous, rag doll. Michelle's arms were totally useless, as they kept flailing one way and then the other, but unable to stop the girls when they molested her body.

There were five girlfriends and each cordoned off a special part of the woman's sexy body. Two lucky ones each had one of Michelle's golden tits and they experimented using their tongues and teeth. Nia watched one of her friends put her dark hands around a titty and then she cupped the boob into a cone-shape so that the nipple stood out prominently.

The other girl hungrily devoured a nipple, as both girls worked together. Nia witnessed the goddess’s demise when her two friends used their sharp teeth to stretch the hardened nipples to a profound size. Michelle’s struggles to shield her boobs were in vain and so were her attempts to protect her lower extremities.

Nia wittingly grabbed one arm and thrust it behind her back, pinning the arm under her torso. Another girl pinned the other arm on the blanket while two girls lay on top of Michelle’s legs to stop her from kicking or moving her legs. The luckiest girl crouched between the splayed legs and stared intently at the purest sight in the world, as she studied the perfect outline of the womanly treasure.

The puffy lips glistened with plenty of moisture and something small and pink peeked out ever so tantalizingly. The shocking lack of any pubic hair, which was frowned upon by all of their elders, appeared strangely seductive and erotic to her thoroughly aroused mind. She put her hands on the velvety thighs and pushed hard to keep them fully spread.

Michelle arched her back and she tried to shove her hips downward and into the straw bed, as she tried in vain to escape. The girl had little trouble reaching her target. She gingerly ran her fingertips around and around the pretty lips, ensuring to caress every minute spot. When she innocently flicked the tiny tip exposed between the labia, the girl realized the bud held a special significance to a woman.

The girl watched in admiration when the hips jumped frantically each time she molested the throbbing clitty. The raging desire to taste the morsel came naturally to the girl. She crawled across the bed of straw and swiftly rammed her stiff tongue at the clitoris. When the hips jerked wildly, it confirmed her suspicions.

Suddenly Nia and the other girls envied their friend. Something seemed to be leaking from the wet opening so the girl licked up the juices. When she did, her tongue lashed through the slit and across the vulnerable clitty.

The girl never knew where the inspiration came from. She spread the soaked pussy lips with her fingers and fully exposed the clit. When her mouth closed over the delicate bud, the resultant cries and groans of agony were sheer magic to the girl’s ears. She lapped the clit with her tongue, as fast as she could, and thought she tasted something sweet yet pungent at the same time.

Her teeth closed and nibbled on the jewel and it was all the girl could do to hang onto the thrashing hips, which all of the girls found astounding. When she bit down fairly hard and moved her teeth from side to side, the slender hips got even wilder. Then the girl held her teeth together over the base of the throbbing clit and battered the tiny portion that was inside her mouth with her tongue.

Poor Michelle was captured by the insane lust. Her concept of reality was long gone and she became an African play-toy for the 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 of the elders of the tribe were far too occupied to care what their young people were doing.

Nia was smart and in control of what happened in the ancient barn. She kept the jug of liquid refreshment handy and made sure that everyone consumed some of the special drink. It was apparent that after each sexual encounter, Nia forced Michelle to drink more until she no longer had control of her faculties.

As was the case with previous sedatives, Michelle merely floated around the remote African village. She was aware of being around the tribal members, but she didn’t 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 sense of logic and ability to reason, which made her a faithful 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 used her fingertips to massage her throbbing temples and whispered in a low, shaky voice so as not to wake anyone. "I'm in a frickin' barn... with girls... not a stitch of clothes on and lying next to a fucking virgin!"

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?"

Nia smiled when she replied. “Hi... you my love. I love you.”

Michelle looked at the happy girl, seeing nothing but innocence and purity. "Whatever you gave me to drink... gave me the worst freaking headache... ever!"

Sunshine filtered into the stable through numerous holes and cracks in the old building. Suddenly a tall, slender person who looked like a heavenly angel was standing in the rays of sunshine. The figure was brilliantly outlined by a halo and seemed to glow, yet the tall body remained a silhouetted, shadowy figure.

Michelle blinked many times before she recognized Thema with her arm outstretched in an obvious demanding fashion. The Queen beckoned with her hand and Michelle responded. She slowly got to her feet despite every tired muscle in her aching body rebelling any movement. The girl never moved and simply waited with a look of displeasure on her pretty face.

Michelle took three steps and reached out to grab the girl’s hand. Thema quickly yanked the arm, as an evident indication she wasn’t happy, and she pulled the woman closer. Suddenly Michelle’s stomach churned madly with the realization she had done something terrible wrong, but she was determined to make it up to the girl.

It took Thema no time to find all of Michelle's clothes, which one of the girls had thrown over the top rail of one of the stalls. She made sure Michelle was dressed appropriately in case one of the elders of the village saw them and then everyone else got dressed in a mad flurry. Thema hurriedly pulled the dazed woman out of the stable and Michelle almost had to run to keep up to the girl who set a frantic 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 went straight to the bedroom where she stopped and faced her timid visitor. She stared into Michelle's teary eyes, which blinked rapidly trying to focus, and it did not take long before the order of merit was settled. "I sorry... I should not give drink. I know... drink make me do stuff too," Thema whispered.

The young woman tried to explain and Michelle did her best to understand. "I sorry... sister treat you badly. She jealous; she see us... know what we do,” Thema said. “She want force you... I know now. Force you have sex... sex with her... sex with evil friends. Nia want power... but power not good for her.”

Michelle was baffled by her feelings of remorse plus her willingness to please the girl. She was a grown, mature woman who had a mind of her own yet she felt overwhelmed by the dramatic African. The girl seemed to order her to do things she would not normally do and there was a mental telepathy between the two, which Michelle didn’t understand.

When the girl’s arm waved and her hand motioned in a specific way, Michelle fell to her knees, knowing it was what Thema demanded. She kneeled in front of the Queen and tilted her head back so she could see the girl’s smile of approval. “Yes, my love, I’ll do whatever you wish,” she whispered.

The girl was suddenly overcome with bemoaning anguish. Thema also dropped to her knees and she instantly kissed the woman directly on the lips. Both hearts pounded and each woman felt fully flushed and heated. Michelle’s headache was gone, but it was replaced by the very familiar throb of desire.

Thema’s hands were no longer unskilled, as she anxiously caressed the panting woman’s back, her shoulders and her ass. The intense heat from the girl’s body radiated through her clothing and Michelle felt her getting hotter and hotter. They clung to each other in the most desperate show of passion and each knew the other was ready and willing.

Abruptly Thema broke the kiss and started whispering into Michelle's ear. "Today... you become one of us. Father accept you into tribe," the girl stated and kissed her on the cheek.

Michelle understood the girl’s broken English and knew Thema was trying to explain things. “Huugg, yes... he welcome me to your tribe,” she replied, but had no idea what it meant.

Her words were filled with love and emotion. “They put tattoo... sacred tattoo on me... also you. Zuberi vow... he say you get Tribal Butterfly... sacred symbol,” Thema said, as she leaned in and kissed Michelle again.

Too stunned to resist, she let the girl’s demanding tongue squeeze between her lips and a heated kiss ensued. Michelle didn’t try to move or display any outward passion at first, but that quickly changed. When Thema’s tongue thrust into her mouth, it seemed to hit some kind of trigger and start a chain reaction that took over her feminine desires.

Michelle pushed her chest towards Thema and the girl complied by unwrapping the loose cloth, tossing the wrap across the small room. Suddenly they were on their feet and locked in a tight embrace, as Thema guided them to the bed. The embrace continued when they fell on the bed and it didn’t take long for the young lioness to pounce.

With the luscious breasts exposed, Thema swiftly had the nipples fully erect and throbbing with expectation. Michelle uttered little whimpers 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. Vivid fantasies evolved and a dramatic visualization of being enslaved to a foreign lust filled her head when she succumbed to the girl’s seduction.

Thema did everything. She quickly stripped her own useless clothing and then swooped down to devour one of the enlarged nipples. The encounter turned more intense. Once Thema had both nipples fully erect and swollen, she left a wet trail across the pounding chest with her tongue. She went lower and onto the heaving tummy, as her emotions ran the gamut from untamed passion to animal lust.

The young queen displayed supreme power and control. She left the shallow indent filled with saliva and used her tongue to lick her way across the shivering pelvis until she reached the ultimate target. The erotic bliss was profound and Michelle readily climbed the steepest mountain of ecstasy, all the way to the top.

When the girl slapped the most delicate clitoris with her tongue, Michelle let her inner juices flow. Her clit seemed overly sensitive after being used as a tribal sex-toy all night and she eagerly succumbed to Thema’s demanding tongue lashing.

The taste of sweet nectar was astounding and Thema furiously drank the river of cum. Her treasured, white slave reached the peak of ecstasy and then it was her turn to reap the joys of submissive love. When the experienced yet timorous woman rolled on top of her lithe body, Thema welcomed the loving embrace.

The heat of the day was stifling, but so was the sexual encounter, as Thema closed her eyes and eagerly gave herself to the motherly lover. Michelle’s tongue ensured both breasts were caressed with the greatest enthusiasm and then she brought the nipples to a hardened, pebble-like state. Her expertise was phenomenal and Thema’s orgasm quickly materialized, sending the African Queen into paradise.

It may have looked like a wrestling match, as the two sweaty, glistening bodies rolled around on the small bed. You couldn’t tell who was moaning and pleading, but it was apparent by the thrashing hips that one was climaxing while the other was riding a tidal wave of desire. Each woman welcomed the erotic bliss after yesterday’s ceremonies and festivities, but the upcoming evening’s proceedings promised even more.

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 tribal members. When the tumultuous black body finally stopped moving, both women fell into a temporary zombie state.

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 secluded, 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 and Baako and the rest of the men were 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.

The upcoming ceremonies were some of the most prestigious left in her African tribe. When the evening festivities were over, Nia knew that Thema would go with her husband. She was extremely observant and knew about the tribal customs for certain women who were given a special status by the ancestral chief.

Nia was aware that the freshly christened Michelle would be required to go with her father, but she hoped it would be only for a short time. She understood it was the chief’s duty to perform the revered ritual of trying to impregnate the newest woman yet Nia planned to intervene and save the sacrificial lamb.

Tradition dictated that Zuberi would be the first man with such a highly anointed woman. Then he would leave Michelle in a communal abode for other esteem warriors to share Sarge’s wonderful gift of the white woman’s sexuality. Nia vowed to be at the door when her father left Michelle even though Zuberi would be suspicious.

Nia was determined to prevent the tribal elders from ravaging the helpless Michelle. She was the youngest of the family and had the ability to wrap her father around her little finger, just like in many western families. Nia planned using a tear or two when she pleaded with Zuberi so he would treat Michelle differently from any of the other women given to the tribe by his brother, 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 to stop her and no one else in the village could prevent 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 Nia. She thought fast and reasoned her sister’s ability to speak better English could come in handy. She looked at the sleepy Michelle and realized the woman made her feel different. No other woman 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. 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 and reasoned her sister could explain things to the woman.

It took scant seconds to dress in her customary garb and she rushed out of the bedroom. "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."

“Yes, that is wise,” Nia replied.

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 borrowed 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... you both drink and no feel 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.

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 the warriors 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 etched 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 stimulated merely chatting and thinking about the upcoming festivities.

Michelle could tell by the way the sisters 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. There was a strange aching sensation on the left side of her chest and she was afraid to move another muscle for fear she would wake up.

Her eyes remained closed, as her mind frantically went back to her last recollection. She remembered Nia pushing a cup of tranquilizing juice at her. “You best drink. We drink... you, Thema and me. You drink much... then not feel pain,” the girl whispered, pushing the cup of knockout drink into Michelle’s hand.

“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. You have baby... his baby.”

Michelle wanted to wake up, but she didn’t dare. She vaguely remembered listening to Nia, hearing but not hearing what was said, as she grew more and more desperate in the intense African heat. "You will look pretty... beautiful with Tribal Butterfly on chest," Nia told her. "They put rose on Thema... also she get royal symbol on neck. I hope pain no too great... and you not feel too much, but drink help."

That was the last memory from the longest night of her life. Too much eccentric African syrup and when a person wasn’t used to it, their mind was overtaken by the powerful sedatives. Michelle remained sprawled out on the bed, as she slowly opened her eyes a little. She rolled her eyes around the room, but nothing looked familiar.

Her eyes closed and Michelle tried desperately to remember. Yes! Yes, we giggled and staggered down the road last night and the beautiful Nia took me to her place after the ceremonies. She remembered! Suddenly Michelle realized she wasn’t wearing a stitch of clothing and the hot air was literally heating her aching body.

Her head filled with frantic observations and dilemmas. It was obviously the day after and all of a sudden Michelle feared that she had been scarred 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 corners 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 appeared red, sore and swollen.

Her fingers traced over the scarification and she let out constant whimpers 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.

She was afraid to offend the girl. Besides, Michelle 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 abruptly came together with her own and a kiss ensued. She felt the girl's tongue press into her tightly clinched lips and then deftly push hard until entering her mouth.

Nia was unbelievably determined and much stronger, which enabled her to hold Michelle on her back. She brazenly fondled the seductive tits without getting too close to the tattoo and managed to capture both nipples, much to Michelle’s chagrin.

Her mind was still dulled by the powerful sedatives and Michelle reasoned it gave Nia the advantage. The girl’s fingers were skilled enough to bring Michelle’s internal temperature to desert levels in mere seconds, which matched the desert heat. Michelle dearly wanted to put up a struggle, but it seemed a lot easier if she simply remained motionless.

The scene would remain etched in her brain for a long time. Michelle felt soft taps on the insides of her thighs, as an indication they should be spread, and if by magic her legs moved. It was an unspoken demand between two willing partners and Michelle obeyed by splaying her legs.

Suddenly sharp teeth started nibbling a path of destruction and Michelle realized she wasn’t strong enough to fight the girl. First Nia nibbled her ear until she heard moans of pleasure. Then she continued down the side of the overheated neck and shoulder, ensuring to evade the freshly scared chest.

Nia heard the constant moans and knew the white goddess was falling under her control. She shifted her razor-sharp teeth to one of the upstanding nipples and the moans quickly turned to groans of sweet agony. As long as she didn’t move her upper torso, Michelle didn’t feel the soreness, only the intense stimulation.

She lay motionless or as still as she could. The girl continued downward, leaving a wet trail on every part of Michelle’s stomach and lower tummy. Then Nia slithered lower until her face was between the splayed legs. She deftly surrounded one side of the puffy labia with her teeth and bit down hard enough to hear a cry for mercy.

The devious girl held the pussy lip with her teeth and then she swiftly shifted to nibble on the other swollen lip. After switching back and forth several times, Nia put her fingers on the labia and spread the lips wide. She stared at the prettiest pink clitty and wondered if hers looked as pretty.

Nia flicked the tiny clitty with her tongue and then put the bud between her teeth to bring an end to the woman’s turmoil. Michelle’s head rolled back and forth on the bed and she no longer had a pounding headache. The last thing on her mind was the recent tattoo, as her emotions rode that familiar speeding roller coaster and she pretended to hang on for dear life.

Michelle dug her fingers into the scant bedding and she realized her spirit belonged to two African girls, one a newly crowned Queen and the other a waiting princess. She cried. Not from any pain or hurt, but from the realization her soul belonged to someone other than Rodney. She was alone in a strange country, in a strange village and 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 the girl’s expert lovemaking. She was fairly sure of winning the battle when suddenly the cunning girl touched her asshole with her tongue.

The black girl was in-charge. She deemed the white woman was her love-slave and her teeth returned to the enlarged clitty, gripping the bud firmly around the thick base. Nia rolled the clit around vigorously with her tongue and she ensured to leave plenty of saliva in the pussy opening.

Michelle was utterly amazed at the skill displayed by such an inexperienced girl. Nia inserted her long, middle finger of her right hand into the delicate opening just below her chin. She deftly found the vulnerable G-spot, which sent shivers of doom up Michelle’s backbone. When Nia’s left hand sneaked under her tightened butt, the girl put the tip of her finger directly on the puckered asshole.

The intimidation was profound. Michelle felt the pressure of Nia’s finger threatening to invade her dark opening and then the girl actually inserted her lengthy finger. The girl’s seduction turned primitive. A slow pumping began and in scant seconds both of Nia’s hands were pounding both holes of the distraught woman.

Michelle’s body turned into a stretched violin string. Every muscle tightened and it felt like she was up on her tiptoes and reaching, as tall as possible, yet there was no escaping the girl’s impetuous molestation. An orgasm started with a trickle of cream from her most inner regions and the short, swift spasms quickly blossomed into a full-blown climax.

The crafty Nia felt Michelle’s body go into convulsions, as the girl proved once again she was a captivating mistress. She continued scratching the alluring G-spot and her tongue caressed the throbbing clitty like an angel. Nia drank the woman’s love potion, hungry for all that she could get from her slave.

Somehow Nia knew what to do even though she was only eighteen. When she presumed the premature and speedy orgasm was subsiding, she slithered upwards until she found the moaning lips. Nia kissed Michelle and purposely left a definite taste of pussy juice in the woman’s mouth.

Michelle's head was spinning madly from the sudden ecstasy and lingering hangover. She put her arms around the sleek African girl and the two hugged each other, as they fell asleep in the middle of the day. The scene appeared overly romantic. The mature woman displayed her motherly love to her precious baby.

The heat of the day was extreme and Michelle was still not used to the high temperatures. Her sleep was very restless until it was interrupted by the sound of someone’s voice calling out to her.

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 didn’t have any blankets on because of the heat and 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 illustrious charms. She noticed how slender and lithe Nia appeared and then her eyes focused on her small boobs. The tits were not quite as big as her own, but Thema envied how the nipples appeared 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 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 effect 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.

The Queen hid her displeasure well and she smiled at the two who rummaged for something to cover their nakedness after she woke them. Thema 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 had gotten up much later than usual and as soon as Baako departed with the other tribal warriors, she rushed around the village until she found Michelle. Suddenly she started at the white woman, becoming more aware of her sister’s devotion to Michelle, which filled her with envy. Her heart rate increased drastically when she slowly walked across the room and sat down on Nia’s side of the bed.

She never moved. Nia felt the bed sink from Thema’s weight and then her sister’s arm brushed against her heated flesh, but she didn’t move away. Everything remained absolutely motionless for the longest time, as the breathing grew ragged and the hearts pounded. Everyone dreamed about the future and their minds filled with erotic fantasies.

All of a sudden there were three siting up on the bed and each put an arm around someone. Burning lips reached hers and Michelle welcomed the loving embrace. The kiss broke and more lips started running up and down her nakedness. Her head filled with so many emotions that her mind became confused.

Suddenly Michelle was aware of the sisters kissing. She stared in disbelief, as Thema lovingly brushed the hair back from Nia’s pretty face and gave the girl pecks all over the face before kissing her on the lips. It was one of those signs of affection that didn’t last very long yet was merely a pretense for something more heated and romantic.

Michelle didn’t feel left out and she simply waited with her eyes glued on the sisterly embrace. Eventually Thema and Nia broke the kiss and mutually moved forward, knowing they each desired the same woman. Thema’s lips sought the compassionate lips of her white love. Her hands cupped the 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 be in village 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. We be together."

Michelle’s mind drifted through the magnificent, African desert. She felt distinctive passion towards each sister and knew both of them loved her. The girls embraced her and kissed her.

Today was a day for firm decisions, or was it? The sisters were the only ones in the remote village that Michelle felt akin to. She dearly wanted to show Thema appreciation yet she felt helpless. Nia was 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 a desert windstorm. She was not alone in a strange village; she was in the arms of two loving mistresses.

It was mystical. She was pushed onto her back and her pithy resistance was easily consumed by a heated kiss from the hungry queen. A young tigress was between her legs and Michelle didn’t have to wonder if the embraces were real. When an earth-shattering spasm rocketed through her inner regions, she realized her journey through Africa wasn’t over yet.

Her body was aglow and still flushed from intense lovemaking. Michelle wondered what had taken over her mind and her normal sanity when the sound of an approaching car caught her attention. It took measly seconds to get dressed and her stomach churned with anticipation and trepidation.

Michelle ran outside into the bright sunshine and intense heat and she came to an abrupt stop when Sarge got out of the limousine. "Nice see you. You ravishing in the African dress... stunning. You real pretty,” he said and gave her a knowing smile.

It was senseless arguing with the man so Michelle bit her lip and listened. "Come, get in! I take you back to city... see husband. He is anxious... wants to see you," Sarge said, grinning the whole time. "You show him African Butterfly... he see beautiful wife really 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 Sarge's eyes could see her nakedness. Michelle stood motionless and allowed the hated man to humiliate her even more. "Rodney misses you. I told him... you love big, black cocks... told him you willingly became slave to my brother... have sex with Zuberi," he said and dared her to speak.

When Michelle didn’t respond, he continued. "Rodney upset when I told him about tattoo... that you now member of tribe. He mad... but he get over it."

Their eyes held when 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, as she jumped 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.

The car was running and the driver was just about to drive away when Michelle noticed a sudden commotion. She looked out the windshield at a procession of dusty army jeeps, which had just arrived in the village. Several uniformed men got out of the vehicles, but it was one particular person that attracted her attention.

An obvious hostage who had their arms tied behind their back got out of one of the jeeps. They had a loose-fitting, black bag over their head and Michelle could tell it was a woman by the expensive looking dress she wore. The limo started moving and drove right up to the group before it came to a sudden stop.

Michelle glanced out the side window just as one of the renegade soldiers ripped the bag off of the prisoner’s head. Their eyes locked for a brief few seconds and Michelle’s heart stopped. She noticed the look of desperation and fear in the woman’s eyes and there were tears running down her rosy cheeks.

When Michelle turned and looked at Sarge, he had a knowing smile on his rugged face yet he said nothing. The limo lurched forward and sped out of the small village, as they headed to the capitol city. It wouldn’t be long before she was in Rodney’s arms again and it felt like a big weight had been lifted off her chest.

To be continued...