Michelle's Story

All of a sudden his voice startled her out of dreamland. "Rebels capture white woman... American. Hold her for ransom," Sarge said. "She famous actress... come to Africa to save the world."

Michelle was stunned by Sarge's revelation and she reasoned he was talking about the woman they saw when leaving the village. "Huuugh?"

"Rebels not really rebels... but actress not know that. She afraid for life and almost peed panties when her car attacked," he said and chuckled. "Mosi can be real mean if he wants. He hold her in village... make her believe rebels will harm her. Scare hell out of actress."

Sarge laughed and casually continued. "My men hold her in village... then take her into desert wilderness where I... as valiant commander... will rescue her," he told Michelle. "Rescue her after her belly full. She not worry about Africa anymore... she have black baby of her own."

Michelle couldn’t believe the devious plan. “Oh my, that is deceitful... mean,” she replied. “She is an innocent woman.”

He laughed even louder at her displeasure. "She not white goddess like you. She tramp... not good enough for tribal warriors. Gorgeous white-ass good for boy warriors," he said. Then Sarge glared straight into Michelle's bewildered eyes. "Famous actress good for boys... boy warriors fuck her until her belly full."

Michelle felt pity for the woman prisoner. She knew the actress would become an African sex-toy and Sarge would ensure everyone in his tribe ravaged her sexy body. Michelle had heard news stories about certain celebrities trying to save mankind with their newfound fame and wealth. Many came to the third-world countries in Africa, trying to make a difference.

A shiver shot up her spine when she imagined the drastic things the woman would endure before Sarge rescued her, if he indeed planned on rescuing her. The woman would be lucky if Sarge set her free.

The ride back to the city was quiet after Sarge's explanation. He dreamed of his plans for Michelle and now the American actress. Michelle squirmed and fretted during the trip, feeling more uncomfortable by the minute with Sarge sitting close to her. She kept thinking he would attack her, but thankfully the city buildings appeared before that happened.

The limo drove into the big driveway of Sarge’s residence and Michelle breathed a big sigh of relief, despite being under the man’s control. When he got out and rushed around to her side of the car, she reluctantly took his hand, as he helped her out of the backseat.

Sarge escorted Michelle from the limo into his home. The first thing she saw when entering the vestibule was her husband. Rodney was sitting on one side of the brightly lit entryway and he jumped to his feet when his wife entered. He rushed across the vast room and wrapped his arms around her in loving fashion.

Michelle felt her husband's love and tenderness. Rodney held his arms tightly around her body and he wanted Michelle to know he truly loved her more than anything in the world. She flinched slightly when the front of his body pressed against her newly acquired body marking, as the tattoo still hurt a little, but only when something touched the raised scarification.

Rodney broke the embrace and held his wife at arm’s length. He admired her extraordinary beauty and then he noticed how gorgeous she looked in the African dress, which appeared to be of the highest quality. Michelle noticed his questioning look so she responded. "Thema... Queen of the village gave me clothes. It is one of her royal dresses," she said.

“You look great... gorgeous,” he replied.

"Rodney... dear gawd, you don’t know what I’ve gone through. It has been the longest week,” she stated.

Rodney stared at his wife, waiting for her to continue. "When you left me... all alone in that village... I wanted to die," Michelle whispered. "He... Sarge told them what to do. He told them everything... told his tribe what to do to me."

“Oh honey, he told me nothing would happen... said you would be okay.”

Suddenly Michelle remembered the weight of the world being on her shoulders. "I was all alone... in a village of black people. They gave me something to drink... then I don't remember too much," she said. "Oh, my gawd, Rodney. They... they... I've never felt so alone in my life."

Rodney could tell that his wife had experienced the greatest humiliation and he pulled her into his arms again. "We'll get through this. We still have each other... and we'll survive."

Michelle’s head was spinning like mad and she couldn’t stop the vivid images from filling her head. The bright sunshine silhouetted Thema’s body and the tall tribal Queen’s hand was outstretched in her direction. It was an invite that seemed to be a promise of a lifetime and Michelle felt her heart strings pulling in the girl’s direction.

She gave her head a vicious shake to clear the glowing images. ‘No, it can’t be,’ she thought. ‘I can’t be drawn to... to that girl.’ Michelle felt her husband’s loving embrace and she felt guilty for dreaming about another woman while being in his arms. Her mind was still dreaming when Rodney broke the spell.

“I read a foreign newspaper this morning. It had a story about an actress... Marie Kelly. She was kidnapped by some rebels who are demanding a ransom,” Rodney said. “They’re asking a big payoff for her safety. Christ... I didn’t even know there were rebels in this country.”

Michelle was shocked at Rodney’s revelation yet it all made sense. "Rod... I saw her. I saw a white woman with a bunch of soldiers and it looked like she was a prisoner. Sarge told me... he told me about an actress who was kidnapped," she whispered, as her face showed great anxiety. "She had her hands tied... the soldiers were wearing camouflage uniforms."

“Holy shit... honey, he’s behind it all,” Rodney said.

Michelle pulled back from Rodney's embrace and they both looked across the foyer at Sarge. "He said Mosi was the rebel leader. Rod... I think Sarge told me because he wants me to know how powerful he is," she whispered to her husband. "I'm afraid... Rod. He's going to make me stay with him... here in his house."

Rodney put his arm around her shoulder and saw his wife flinch. "I forgot... about the tattoo. He told me about the butterfly... bragged about putting it on your breast," he whispered. "Later... show me later when we’re alone."

Suddenly they noticed Sarge heading in their direction. He was smiling and walking briskly and it was obvious he was ready to take full control. "We eat. Dinner will be served in one hour. You go Zelda’s room... wash and get ready," he said to Michelle. "Husband and I will chat."

Rodney felt trapped. Sarge's blackmail had worked to perfection in the beginning and enabled the man to gain control over Michelle and himself. Now it seemed too late to turn back, especially after his wife had been held hostage in Sarge's village.

It all seemed overwhelming, but Rodney somehow held a faint ray of hope that they would be released very soon. The election was over and the international committee would expect him to hand in his election report within the next few days so Rodney reasoned Sarge would have to let him go.

Sarge stood beside Rodney after Michelle departed with Zelda. He boldly told the husband what he planned. "You can stay here tonight. Stay and watch. Watch wife having sex," he whispered. Rodney could barely contain his anxiety, as his heart rate increased with each detail the man told him. "You watch... wife having orgasm with son. She make man out of Kato last time. She will again."

The two men stared at each other, but it was only Sarge who was smiling. "It truly amazing when you see it. Seeing wife acting like Blackman slave with Kato," Sarge said. "He hope to get wife pregnant.”

Rodney stared at the man in disbelief. “No, no, you can’t.”

Sarge stood motionless, as his words sank in before continuing. "Maybe Kato get lucky... make wife pregnant. I never see woman so hot... so hot for African cock," he whispered, sending tremors all through Rodney. "She not leave Africa until Sarge say. I say she go when belly get big with baby."

Rodney never realized his dilemma was so severe or so cruel. He shuddered listening to Sarge and didn't have a chance to argue or respond, as everyone was called to dinner. The seating arrangements were pre-arranged and Rodney wound up sitting beside Sarge who sat at the head of the table.

Sitting directly across from him was his darling wife and right beside her was the intimidating teenage son. Zelda sat at the far end of the table and her daughters sat on either side of her. Next to Rodney were two women he did not know, but they were introduced as members of Sarge's tribe.

The conversation was nonstop. Sarge tried to include Rodney and Michelle in all of the trivial talk even though it was broken English most of the time. It didn't take long before the woman sitting beside Rodney let him know she was willing to be more than friendly.

The woman did speak some English and she kept whispering in Rodney's ear, telling him that she was attracted to him. Rodney found it strange that the woman kept putting her hands on him at every opportunity yet he shrugged it off to petty friendliness.

Michelle kept looking towards her husband, hoping he could somehow rescue her. She dearly wanted to sit beside Rodney and talk to him rather than sit beside a teenager who never stopped rubbing up against her. It was obvious the parents didn't object to their son touching and sometimes fondling a female guest, which was obvious by the sheepish grin on Sarge’s face.

Nearing the end of the main course, Michelle noticed Rodney fidgeted more than normal. The woman beside him was constantly whispering at him and she also kept brushing up against Rodney’s arm. It was during dessert that the woman made her move. Her right hand dropped under the table and she innocently grabbed Rodney's upper thigh. She squeezed his thigh before letting her fingers slip into the space between his legs.

Her intent was clear and Rodney didn’t know of any way to prevent her groping without making a terrible scene. He reasoned Sarge likely coerced the woman into groping him because any protests he made would be far more embarrassing to him than to anyone else. Rodney tried to ignore the woman’s hand, but he almost gulped his dessertspoon down his throat when her fingers grazed the bulge in his crotch.

Rodney dared not look at the woman; he knew she was grinning from ear to ear. It was all he could do to finish eating and he felt utterly relieved when Sarge stood up from the table. “Let’s retire up to the hot tub... enjoy a relaxing massage,” Sarge informed everyone. “Come... up to the hot tub. There’s room for us all. Our two lovely guests will give everyone an expert massage.”

Sarge waved his hand at the two women from his tribe. He was a master of deception and his special guests were there for specific reasons, which included becoming very intimate with the unsuspecting Rodney. The two beautiful women were more than willing to do anything for Sarge who was one of the tribe’s supreme elders.

The room filled with servants who started cleaning the table. Sarge spoke in his native tongue, as well as English, so everyone understood. Then he proceeded up the wide stairway to his master bedroom where the tub was located.

Sarge led the way with an arm wrapped around his loyal wife. The tribal guests who each grabbed one of Rodney’s arms before he could protest followed him. Michelle was stunned by it all and she didn’t resist when Kato grabbed her by the arm, forcing her to follow her husband up the stairs.

Sarge’s daughters followed the entourage, knowing the gorgeous white couple was going to be the night’s entertainment. Everyone entered the lavish bedroom and moved directly towards the big hot tub. There was no display of shame or modesty when Sarge, his family and the two women started undressing.

Rodney and Michelle stood motionless, as they watched the brazen striping, and the voyeurism made them blush. They glanced at each other and wondered what they should do next or if there was a way out of the growing dilemma. Sarge waved his hand at the couple in a beckoning manner and his voice sounded demanding.

“Take off... no need for modesty, take clothes off. Come... the water is wonderful. Join us!” When Sarge locked eyes with Rodney, he left no doubt as to who was in-charge. “You strip! Wife too,” he said and glared at the shivering man.

It seemed pointless to argue so Rodney gave his wife a quick glance and a helpless shrug of his shoulders. He slowly removed his clothes and quickly grabbed a towel from one of the servants to hide his nudity. Michelle could tell he was embarrassed yet somehow he managed to make it to the tub and swiftly jumped in, as he tossed the towel away.

Michelle gave her husband a questioning look and then she also grabbed a towel from one of the servants. She reluctantly followed Rodney’s lead and used the towel to shield her body once her clothes were stripped. When she jumped into the steamy water, she was thankful the water hide her nudity from the leering Africans.

Sarge had given the affair great thought. He planned having everyone lounge in the steaming hot water for as long as it took to put the white couple at ease. Once they tasted some of the goodies specially prepared for the evening, then he would turn the two women loose on Rodney.

As soon as things settle down in the tub, servants appeared with trays of fruit, drinks and plenty of fancy desserts. Michelle watched her husband grab a drink and start sipping it without any hesitation or the least bit of concern. When he selected some desserts and ate them far quicker than was his custom, she knew Rodney was in trouble.

Just as she shifted to her right and closer to her husband, Sarge quickly shuffled across the tub and pushed between the loving couple. He knew Michelle was going to warn Rodney about the spiked drinks and wanted to keep the mysterious African sedatives a secret. When he sat beside the gorgeous white woman, Sarge ordered his servants to bring over the trays of fruit and drinks.

Michelle understood the man’s clever scheme to keep her away from Rodney. The trays were thrust in front of her and she vowed to use caution because of what happened during her stay in the village. Despite being very thirsty, she took fruit instead, as it looked exceptionally appetizing and she deemed it was safer than Sarge’s drinks.

Michelle really didn’t eat much at dinner, as she found the food too unusual and bizarre. She ate some berries and melon, which tasted sweet and juicy, and the fruit definitely hit the spot after the light African meal. Time passed with Sarge imposing his will on everyone and he ensured the servants kept passing the trays around.

Rodney freely indulged in the drinks and food and he had no trouble keeping busy, as the two village women remained at his side. After only two glasses, it was apparent he was acting strangely when he quickly forgot he was nude in a hot tub with foreigners. Rodney laughed at everything and he couldn’t take his eyes off all of the bare breasts, which were clearly exposed above the surface of the water.

The tribal women kept encouraging Rodney and Michelle grew increasing desperate. She vowed not to let her guard down and kept eating the fruit just to keep her hands busy. Her head started spinning before she realized something wasn’t right. When Michelle refused the next offer for more, it was too late.

Sarge was not surprised when Michelle willingly ate the berries without the slightest prospect of the fruit being laced with a powerful aphrodisiac. The innocent woman looked at him with a questioning expression on her pretty face and he simply smiled at her. She had been duped again and outwitted by the devious black man.

Her inhibitions were gone; her self-consciousness was gone, as her arms dropped and fully exposed her luscious breasts. When the man moved up against her side, she readily allowed Sarge to put his arm around her shoulders. He pulled her into his body and made sure Michelle returned to eating the enticing fruit.

It was time! Sarge moved onto his next bold move, as he hugged Michelle and motioned to his two loyal, tribal women. He had prearranged to have a massage table set up next to the tub for the explicit purposes of humiliating his guest. Sarge ordered the women to perform their magic on the naïve Rodney.

Rodney had no idea what Sarge said. He watched the two naked women get out of the tub with water dripping off of their delectable bodies. Their bullet-shaped titties barely bounced and he couldn’t take his eyes off them, as the women went straight to the table. Rodney wondered what the tits felt like and then he noticed one of the women motioning with her hand for him to get out of the tub.

Normally he wasn’t the adventurous type, but suddenly he was filled with false courage. Rodney swiftly stood up and joined the two beside the massage table. No English was required for them to get their point across. They quickly had Rodney lying prone on the table and they poured hot oil all over his body.

It started out quite innocent and appeared to be a regular massage. The women’s hands rubbed and massaged the glistening oil all over Rodney’s outstretched body. One woman concentrated on his upper torso and the other massaged Rodney’s lower extremities.

The surface of the table was higher than the tub so it was impossible for the onlookers to see exactly what transpired. All of a sudden the women convinced their guest to turn over so they could massage the rest of his body. Michelle could only imagine what was happening and then she noticed something very odd.

One of the women had her hands in the vicinity of Rodney’s hips and her hands were moving up and down instead of sideways, as if she was massaging his manhood. Suddenly Michelle didn’t have to guess or wonder. The woman purposely pulled the semi-hard penis up in the air so everyone could see. She stroked Rodney’s pecker using one hand at a time, as if trying to make the shaft a little longer.

The milking fashion was mesmerizing. The woman stroked upward with one hand until the head slipped out of her hand and then her other hand began milking the cock from the base. It didn’t take long before Michelle heard her husband moaning and she realized he was losing control, as his cock got rock-hard.

All eyes were riveted on the raunchy scene. It was the most shocking and scandalous act when one of the women swooped in for the kill. Her face brushed across Rodney’s chest and downward until her mouth was directly over the upraised cock. Michelle’s eyes opened so wide they hurt when the woman swallowed her husband’s hard cock.

Michelle had never watched a blowjob. Suddenly one was happening right in front of her startled eyes and her heart started pounding in her chest. The woman’s head bobbed up and down on top of Rodney’s cock and her sucking was nonstop. When the arm tightened around her shoulders, she didn’t resist.

She sat frozen in the tub, which seemed ironic since the water was steaming hot. Sarge embraced her and then she felt his son slither up against her on the other side. Surrounded by father and son, Michelle felt trapped, as Sarge put his lips on her ear. "Look... you aren't the only one who likes sex with African,” he whispered.

“Huuuggghhh,” she moaned, as she stared at her husband.

“Look... his cock. It hard... she plays with it," Sarge whispered in Michelle's ear. "Rodney happy man. He gets blowjob from black whore."

Michelle stared towards the massage table and she saw the desperate look in her husband's eyes, as his face was turned in her direction. She noticed Rodney's eyes flutter and then sort of roll upwards out of sight. In fraught hopelessness, Rodney's fingers dug into the soft mattress pad, as the woman turned his pecker to stone.

The woman's strong fingers squeezed his cock and she knew exactly how to stroke a man's cock. She coated his shaft with plenty of spit, which made it easier for her hand to move up and down while her mouth gobbled the engorged cock-head. Her gleaming white teeth seemed to rake the hard shaft and no man could withstand such a marvelous molestation.

Michelle's eyes opened wider when she noticed the woman's teeth bite down around the flared rim and start scraping the head of Rodney's cock. She saw her husband's hips thrust upward frantically trying to hold back, but his struggle was in vain. Every muscle in Rodney's body stiffened and he was motionless when he let go.

The sight was both horrendous and wonderful, depending on whose view was taken. The woman's cheeks expanded with the influx of cum and she madly swallowed so as not to choke. Her hand never stopped pumping up and down and she milked every ounce of cum out of Rodney’s belly with the most vivid display of lewd sex.

The luxurious room was perfect for Sarge's seduction and humiliation. He wanted things to keep going after Rodney’s shameless blowjob and more tantalizing sex was planned. Sarge knew the man would retain an erection for hours because of the African aphrodisiac he slipping into Rodney’s drinks through the night.

When he watched Michelle’s pretty face twist in anguish during the masterful massage and blowjob, Sarge decided she needed further tormenting. The two women were more than willing and having Michelle watch her husband endure more sexual delights would get the woman ready for her own carnal bliss with his son.

Rodney was afraid to move after the blowjob. He peeked over at his wife and noticed Michelle had other perils to contend with. The teenage son was beside her and Rodney could see Michelle trying desperately to keep her distance from Kato. He stared over at the hot tub and suddenly realized something was very different.

He quickly focused on his own features. His hardon would normally have diminished after an orgasm yet this time his erection stayed hard and throbbing, which felt strange. Added to the oddity was the fact that one of the African women did not let go. The fingers of one hand retained a firm grip on his narrow shaft while her other hand cupped his balls in a brash fashion.

Rodney glanced at the woman and he noticed her expression of wanton desire, which made him moan out loud. When she climbed up onto the massage table, he didn’t protest, as she crouched over his legs in a threatening manner. Rodney could see her entire crotch, which was pointed at him, and he marveled at how pink her slit was compared to her black thighs.

He stared straight down and his eyes sort of glassed over. The woman shuffled forward until her exposed crotch was directly over his stiff pecker. She left no doubt about her intentions, as she grabbed his cock and held the shaft pointed straight up in the air.

The only set of eyes bigger than Rodney’s were Michelle’s. She watched the black woman slowly dip her hips until her husband’s cockhead touched her puffy labia. Then Michelle watched Rodney’s cock slip inside the woman’s honey-pit until she lost sight of the awful intimidating images.

Rodney lay flat on the massage table and the woman rode him bareback. Her black ass slowly moved up and down, as she seemed to enjoy the slow, pretentious seduction. Everyone's face was turned to watch Rodney being literally fucked by one of the tribal women. The woman was definitely a great actress, as her moans of desire and groans of sexual bliss implied she was experiencing enormous pleasure.

Michelle had never watched her husband having sex and she felt betrayed. The earlier blowjob had been one traumatic event, but actual intercourse was something else. The one thing she found most unbelievable was the fact her husband still had an erection. Michelle was so lost in the blatant intercourse that she never hesitated when Sarge handed her a drink.

She kept drinking and watching Rodney having sex with a young, African woman. Michelle consumed far too much of the African nectar, as she drank and ate and never realized the drink and fruit were spiked until it was too late. Sarge could always tell when the sedative had worked by the silly smirk on the captive’s face.

The shameless scene on the massage table slowly came to a dramatic end and Sarge recognized his son was overly excited after watching the interracial sex. He knew Kato wanted to possess the sexy white slave, as the teenager’s eyes kept taking in the sight of Michelle’s luscious tits swaying back and forth in the hot water. The bobbing boobies mesmerized not only Kato, but he also enjoyed the seductive appearance.

When the young woman stopped moving, she settled on top of Rodney’s shivering hips with the man’s cock fully embedded in her searing inferno. Everyone was preoccupied by what occurred except the teenager. Kato ignored what happened across the room, as he dearly wanted to feel the white titties, but he reluctantly adhered to his father’s advice.

Sarge warned Kato to wait for the right time. Suddenly his father leaned over and whispered at him. “It time! You feel... take woman to bedroom. She Kato’s woman.”

It seemed ridiculous yet Michelle used her hands in a hopeless attempt to stop the groping of her womanly treasures. Kato easily grabbed one of her hands and shoved it to his illustrious hardon. The water may have hidden the molestation, but shameless groping was fully exposed in her head when her fingers brushed across the stellar penis.

Michelle quickly pulled her hand away, but not before the size of the boy’s pecker left an impression. She tilted her head to the side and watched the teenager get out of the tub. When he reached for her arm, she tried to pull away, but Kato was too determined, as he forced her out of the tub.

She was afraid and desperately glanced around the spacious room, but nothing offered her any solace. In one direction there was the brightly lit, tiled bathroom with the overly large massage table. To her left was the dimmer lit area of the hot tub and it was also surrounded by lots of clean, white tile.

There was a lighted area across the vast bedroom, which contained a familiar bed, and Michelle shivered at the memory of what happened last time she was in the large bed. A gorgeous decorated screen was between the tub and bed, which was intended to offer some privacy, but Michelle knew it wouldn’t be much.

The teenager’s intentions were obvious and she was filled with despair when Kato tugged on her arm. Michelle couldn’t help but notice the teen’s aroused state, as his big pecker bobbed up and down with each step he took. He easily pulled her away from the tub and around the large, colorful screen.

Giggles erupted from the sisters, as they watched the naked couple who had water droplets falling off their glistening bodies. The girls knew precisely what their brother planned and their intimate emotions soared just thinking that they might see what happened.

Just as she was forced around the screen, Michelle glanced one more time at Rodney, but lost all hope when she noticed the second tribal woman mounting her husband’s perpetual hardon. She took a quick survey of the hot tub and again lost hope. Sarge had his arm around his wife and Zelda appeared engrossed in the lewd erotic show.

Michelle’s last glimpse was of the sisters’ engrossed faces, as they huddled together on the far side of the hot tub, waiting for another sexual exhibition. The tub was between the massage table and the bed, which gave the spectators the perfect location to watch what happened to the sedated white man and the sexy white woman.

Sarge was a master manipulator and in complete control. Rodney's seduction had barely finished when Sarge instructed Kato to take the beautiful white woman over to the bed.

Suddenly Michelle's feet were moving. Kato quickly coaxed her out of the tub and he held her arm, as he walked across the room and pulled the struggling woman behind him. Once he was around the curtain and reached the bed, Kato stopped and yanked Michelle's arm until she was standing beside the bed.

Michelle faced Kato and she wanted to plead with him. That was a mistake! The boy merely put his arms around her torso and hugged her tightly into his hard, muscular body. Her mouth opened to speak, but nothing came out when she felt the teen’s appalling intimidator running from her pelvis all the way up the center of her tummy.

Kato’s cock was scorching hot and it burned a long welt across her heaving stomach. When she arched her back to alleviate the sensations, Kato swiftly dipped and thrust.

Sarge was in tribal heaven and he wanted the husband to watch everything his wife did. He uttered stern instructions to the two faithful women and then gave Rodney an order. When Sarge jumped out of the tub and rushed over to the extensive seating area along one wall, the three met him on the plush sofas.

Rodney obeyed without any hesitation because his mind was still thoroughly stimulated and he willingly joined the women. Sarge and the three sat facing the bed and it didn’t take long before the scene turned overly dramatic.

This was the best part. Sarge sat beside Rodney and leaned close so he could hear without talking too loud. "Goodness! Look how nice they look together... your wife and my son," Sarge whispered. "My God... I think we are going to witness something truly wonderful. Don't you?"

Rodney couldn't help but feel apprehensive and far too worried to answer the man. He watched his wife's slender, sexy body rubbing up against the tall, muscular boy. Suddenly Michelle's dainty hand reached for Kato’s pecker. Her fingers wrapped around the thick shaft in an attempt to push it away from her tummy, but it looked pathetic to Rodney.

It appeared Michelle pulled the boy’s pecker to the side and caressed the burning meat, which brought the biggest smile the Kato’s boyish face. “Ooohhh, honey, no,” he moaned.

Sarge was in his glory. "Hand looks small on cock... on Kato’s big cock," he whispered and continued the tormenting. "Can you imagine cock inside wife? She be Kato’s woman tonight... and many more nights!"

Rodney tried to think straight through the numbing drugs. He had no idea his wife had already fallen prey to the sly African who had screwed Michelle during her first night at Sarge's home. His eyes grew wider from watching Michelle wrestle with Kato and the whole drama appeared too breath-taking to miss any of the graphic struggles.

Michelle peered up at Kato with her mouth still open and the boy silenced her with a kiss. Suddenly his tongue was inside her mouth and Michelle didn't know how to combat the boy's assault. She let go of Kato’s cock and put both hands on his chest, as if trying to push him away. He continued to scorch her with his cock and then he put his hands on her butt, squeezing each cheek in a determined manner.

Michelle's mind tried to get through the daze. She shook her head a few times and vowed to overcome the sudden drama of being with the naked African. All of a sudden Kato lifted her off the floor, high enough that her crotch rose above his penis and then he dropped her.

Michelle felt the teen’s pecker slip between her legs and lay along her wetness in a most threatening fashion. The cock was stiff enough to push hard against the entire length of her slit and the thought of becoming Kato’s mistress again frightened her. The burning meat spread her delicate petals, which were soaked with lubricant, and then the cock rested directly in her exposed opening.

The vast wetness coated the top portion of his cock and Kato’s heart started pounding. He felt the entire length lie along Michelle’s narrow crotch and caress all of her womanly charms. When he slowly shifted his hips back and forth, the labia separated and allowed his cock-shaft to push hard on the rosy clitoris.

Michelle knew talking to the boy was stupid and useless so she merely moaned and groaned, trying to let him know she didn’t desire his unwanted caresses. The flawed reasoning simply turned Kato on more, as he interpreted her sounds as lust for what he was doing.

Again she shook her head trying to clear her groggy mind. The solution came to her in a flash, as she summoned every ounce of courage. She deemed the teen’s pecker had to be removed from her precious pussy or she would suffer the drastic consequences. Her hand slinked downward between the bodies until she reached the joined pelvises.

Michelle grabbed the hard shaft of Kato’s cock and pulled it from between her legs. She struggled and managed to turn her body sideways so that she had room to masturbate the boy's cock. Yes, Michelle decided, she would masturbate Kato and her hand moved in a true robotic fashion, up and down the lengthy shaft.

Her fingers squeezed the burning rod and pumped slowly up and down while her eyes never left the boy’s cock. Michelle was actually excited and more confident than at any time since arriving in the African city. She was determined to be a strong woman and not be overcome by Sarge’s wicked plans. If she jerked-off his son or even let the boy have sex with her, she wouldn’t be forced to succumb to any temptation, which she knew was Sarge’s ultimate demand.

Success seemed imminent and Michelle squeezed harder and pumped faster. Her eyes bulged, expecting the throbbing penis to erupt into an enormous Mount Vesuvius, but suddenly her world crumbled. Kato grabbed her hands and easily yanked them from his throbbing pecker. Then he nudged her backwards until the back of her legs hit the bed and she sat down.

Kato stood in front of her bewildered eyes and he started rubbing the wet end of his penis all over her blushing face, her chest and finally her boobs. She desperately wanted to stop the teenager, but some strange urge prevented any resistance.

When the powerfully built boy shoved her backwards, Michelle suspected what was next. She stared down her heaving chest at the teen who stood between her splayed legs, which were hanging over the edge of the bed. His massive cock was in his fist and Kato gave every indication his hunger was about to be satisfied.

Maybe it was the false sense of power from the unfamiliar sedatives, but Michelle vowed to fight. She glared straight at Kato; she was ready for the fight of her life and used all of her willpower to simply lay still. Michelle vowed to let Kato take her and ravage her body, but she would never surrender her soul.

When the teenager acted, Michelle was surprised and wondered what he was doing. Kato grabbed her legs and shoved her outstretched body until she was fully on the bed. Then he fell on top of her legs and she wondered why in hell his burning rod was pressing against her lower part of her left leg.

Tremor after tremor shot through her head, as she imagined the boy’s cock getting bigger and bigger, but she remained determined. Suddenly Kato put his hands on the insides of her thighs and pushed them farther apart. She assumed he was getting ready to mount her and her body tensed in preparation.

Michelle held her breath when the boy’s tongue lashed out and started licking her thighs. Then Kato teased the delicate area all around her opening with his tongue before licking the baby-like pelvis. Michelle was fully prepared for intercourse, but all of a sudden something was wrong. When the fingers pinched her labia and pried them wide-open, her eyes rolled back into her head before the tongue struck.

She felt utterly helpless. Her pussy lips were held apart and it was the greatest intimidation when she waited for lightning to strike. The last shred of sanity was robbed when the tongue lashed through the vast wetness. Her body jerked wildly and she didn’t know what else to do, as the sandpaper raked across her throbbing clitty.

Michelle's head rolled side to side, as she desperately looked for her husband. She had caught glimpses of shadowy figures earlier, as she heard people getting out of the tub, but it seemed her vision couldn’t focus on what was across the big room. There was still some giggling from the tub area and she also heard some whispering from the shadows against one wall.

She suspected Rodney was watching, but strangely she was unable to stop reacting to the boy's assault. When her hips trust madly towards the heavenly tongue, she felt guilty and shamed. Only moments earlier, Michelle's confidence soared thinking she could win the battle of Sarge's humiliation.

Her entire will to fight was destroyed in a heartbeat. Kato rammed his tongue to the hilt inside her opening and put his damning fingers around her flaming clitoris. The teenager rolled the delicate bud around in a speedy manner and then he yanked it out of the sheltering lips.

The last thing Michelle ever imagined she would do, she did. "Oh gawd... gawd, your tongue. It's inside me... licking my cunt," she wailed, even though she knew better. "Please... not your tongue. Please, don't eat me."

Kato’s top lip curled and surrounded the throbbing clit. "No... dear gawd, no. Not that... don't use your teeth... not on my thingie," Michelle moaned, but she was unaware of what she was saying.

The combination of the earlier sedatives, the ongoing intimidation, and the sudden sexual assault was too much. "Oh my... your teeth. Nibbling my thingie and I... I can't stop. Oh gawd, no... your finger is inside... fucking my hole. Gawd, no... I'm cuuuuming!"

Kato tasted the free flowing cream and he swallowed madly, trying to drink it all. He nibbled the clitoris exactly as instructed by his father and marveled at how the goddess reacted. Sarge had been absolutely correct when he told his son what to do. "Break her will with your tongue... then fuck her with your big prick!"

The son had accomplished the first feat to perfection and it was time for number two. The honey-hole was still running; his thirst had been quenched. He quickly slithered upward until his upper body was directly over Michelle's. Kato stared down at the prettiest face etched with extreme anxiety and he shifted his hips into position.

Michelle felt the boy’s hips lifting and then the tip of his cock pressed into her wetness. She never felt so helpless, as the flared head spread her opening. Two or three inches of virile cock were inserted and suddenly she couldn’t breathe. Kato was more than ready after the rigorous cunnilingus and he rammed his cock to the hilt, spearing her cervix with one swift thrust.

Kato hit a wall and then he held steady to enjoy the immense pride of the sweetest conquest. Once again the beautiful, white goddess was his slave. He moved very slowly and with a deliberate plan to conquer every intimate emotion of Michelle’s being.

Michelle sobbed and surrendered to Sarge’s wishes. She knew he was listening and wanted her to talk, as she did during the cunnilingus. "Oh gawd... gawd it's deep... so deep. Oh no... I can feel it, inside... deep inside. Your penis... big black cock... fucking me," she moaned in almost ranting fashion.

Again her head rolled from side to side, but her vision was still impaired. Rodney's eyes filled with tears, as he watched his devoted wife surrendering her soul to the devil. Her shapely legs thrashed in the air and he knew what was happening. Kato held her legs high and he had absolute freedom to pump his manly hips up and down with a steady rhythm.

Rodney noticed that very familiar sign of his wife experiencing an orgasm, as her hips jerked crazily towards the enthusiastic teenager and then jerked again and again until they went out of control. He couldn’t see her face, but he could hear her. "Fuck me... oh gawd, fuck me harder. Put your black cock in my belly!"

Rodney almost fainted when his wife drifted through Sarge's African oasis. She had already experienced an orgasm, but yet here she was moments later in the midst of another gigantic climax. His mouth hung open and he watched the entire encounter, getting hornier by the second.

Mere hand signals and a few spoken words from Sarge were signal enough for the two women to act. He deftly shifted off the side and allowed the women to surround the saddened husband. They were determined to console Rodney’s broken spirit and the one woman wasn’t shocked when she reached down to find a hardened pecker.

Sarge had given Rodney enough African, horny goat-week to last many hours and the women knew it. The combination of tribal aphrodisiac and watching his wife’s erotic adventure was too much for any man to endure.

Michelle's head pounded and ached when she woke. The hangover from too much alcohol and special African medication was getting more familiar to her; yet the lingering affects still caused her head to hurt. She was alone in bed and very thankful for the respite.

Her memory drifted back to the eventful night, but the recall was hazy from drinking and eating laced fruit. What made her most hesitant was the awful recollection of spending the entire night with Sarge’s son. Tremors shot through her aching head with each detail that came back through the foggy cobwebs.

Michelle struggled to remember. Strangely things came back to her starting near the end of the evening. She recalled glancing across the bedroom and seeing her husband with two African women. At first Michelle couldn’t focus, but suddenly things became clear. Rodney was having intercourse with one woman and she couldn’t believe his stamina, as normally he was a quick shooter.

It wasn’t more than minutes later and Rodney had switched women, but not his riding style. He seemed to have an everlasting hardon and Michelle couldn’t remember him staying hard longer than a few minutes. She wasn’t thinking too straight and somehow marveled at her husband’s unexpected endurance.

Sometime during the night, Rodney left the bedroom with the two women and that was the last Michelle saw him. Then she remembered Kato. Michelle dearly wanted the memory to be a nightmare or some horrible dream, but it wasn’t. Her heartbeat increased with the realization her sexuality had been radically changed by the young African.

The recollection of experiencing numerous intercourses and each one increased in intensity, which she found amazing. Each time Kato made love to her, she couldn’t recall being touched so passionately or intimately. Her eyes shot open wide and she sat up in bed at the thought of the sexual sessions being those of love and not common sex.

Maybe it was her womanly intuition, but Michelle felt consumed by the young African. The threatening promise of becoming pregnant did not have the horrendous reaction it should have and she felt guilty. She ought to have found it daunting to imagine a married white woman giving birth to an African baby.

Her mind was still swirling when suddenly Sarge’s daughters interrupted her daydreaming. The girls rushed into the bedroom and Michelle swiftly covered her nudity with a sheet, as the girls hustled around the room gathering clothes. Then Ayira came over to the bed and motioned for Michelle to get dressed right away, as she handed some clothes to her.

“Dress... we eat. Husband, Sarge... all eat soon,” Ayira said.

It was time for breakfast and Sarge’s family considered it one meal where everyone attended because it was their custom, which got the day started properly. Michelle timidly took the clothes. “Yes, yes it is late. Hope they aren’t waiting for me,” she replied and tried to keep her nudity shielded from the girls.

She dressed and felt much better once she was fully clothed and then the girls beckoned her to follow them. They headed downstairs to the eating area, which was already bustling with activity. All of a sudden Michelle felt severe pangs of hunger and realized it had been a long time since she last ate.

Sarge and Zelda were already seated at the large table along with Rodney and Kato. It was strange how people were creatures of habit, as the two tribal women were seated beside Rodney like they had last evening, and the daughters ran around the table to their assigned seats. That left one seat for Michelle and it was the same one as last evening beside Kato and across from her husband.

Michelle was the last one standing and quickly sat down. She dearly wanted to apologize to her husband for last night, but then Rodney’s indiscretions came to mind so she didn’t say anything. She merely reached across the table and gave Rodney’s hand a loving squeeze before mouthing the words, “I love you.”

There was no time for solitude or for feeling sorry. Everyone chatted and Michelle and Rodney were included in the chitchat, which prevented them from having any personal conversation. When the meal finished, Sarge invited the couple into his study. His request was extremely convincing and his voice left no doubt about it being a command so the couple obey.

Sarge's meeting with the couple lasted over an hour and in that time he outlined exactly what the future held for Michelle and Rodney. He informed them that Michelle would remain a welcomed guest in his home and they both shuddered at the disclosure. "Wife stay with my family. She stay when you go to international committee... turn in report. She happy here."

The bold statement sent shivers through Rodney, as he imagined Michelle spending more time with Sarge and his family. Then Sarge took great effort and time to outline the kind of election report Rodney would hand into the international committee. He detailed what would be in the submission and said Rodney would be on a flight out of the country first thing tomorrow morning.

Sarge was very specific. “You travel alone. Take report to committee. Hand in and give them assurance that election was perfect... no illegal things happen,” he stated and handed Rodney his plane tickets. “Also, tell committee you have new job... work here in my country.”

Rodney was shocked. “What? Tell them I’m going to work here?” he asked.

“Yes! Tell them you will work in country... you accept job with our government,” Sarge said.

“But I can’t. I have to... we have to return to the States,” he replied. Rodney stuttered and stammered, but nothing constructive came out of his mouth. He looked at the overbearing security officer with an envious regard for the man's shrewd manipulation.

Sarge had obviously pulled strings and secured a job for him, ensuring he and Michelle would remain in the country. There didn’t seem to be anything he could do because Rodney didn’t want his life ruined or his reputation destroy by the cunning man. He got sick with worry after Sarge telling him he would be separated from his wife again.

Rodney contemplated Michelle being forced to remain in Sarge’s home. He realized she was strictly controlled and her every move was planned by the man or one of his henchmen. Rodney could see no way out. He would fly to Geneva and be there for days, which would leave Michelle alone in the foreign country.

Rodney glanced at his tickets and noticed the return date was exactly one week away. When he thought about the timing and the drastic implications of Michelle being forced to live in the same house as Sarge’s son, Rodney wanted to die. His darling wife would almost assuredly be pregnant before his return. He was well aware of Sarge’s wish for his young son to impregnate Michelle and it would likely come true, if it hadn’t already.

As the meeting was winding up, Rodney’s head filled with visions of what happened last night. He looked at the big grin on Sarge’s face and instantly knew the man was gloating over his great accomplishments during the fateful hot tub party. By the time Michelle and Kato wound up in bed, the powerful sedatives had worn off enough to give Rodney a good realization of what happened.

The night would forever be the most dramatic and climatic he had ever witnessed or gone through. A woman experiencing multiply orgasms was a fallacy Rodney didn’t believed, but that was before last night. He witnessed his wife with Sarge’s son and Rodney swore Michelle climaxed every time Kato fucked her.

Michelle's words still echoed in his head. She begged the boy to fill her belly with his black seed and then Rodney heard her utter the most heart-stopping request. Michelle begged the African boy to make her pregnant! Rodney would never forget her words and he managed to take some comfort knowing the African drugs most likely affected a sane person's mind in strange ways.

The daydream ended when Sarge ushered him to the door. “Car take you to hotel. You write election report... have ready for morning and then you fly to Geneva,” Sarge said, as he motioned for Rodney to leave.

The door opened and he was pushed. Rodney turned and glanced across the room at his wife who had the saddest expression on her face. He had time to blow her a kiss and wave goodbye, as a uniformed soldier ushered him to the waiting limo.

Sarge was evil and planned humiliating the American actress to the extreme. He schemed from the first moment he saw Marie Kelly enter airport security. Sarge had encountered numerous foreign women and many who were celebrities, over the years. He even managed to execute devilish schemes to gain control over some of the white women, but his schemes seemed to get more and more daring.

After he became head of airport security, Sarge started with visiting white women who he found attractive and sexy. When he first saw Michelle walk into his airport security, he vowed to use whatever means possible, including blackmail, to attain complete control over the sexiest white woman. Then he encountered the famous American actress who found African customs and traditions to be inhuman and humiliating, especially towards women and children.

Sarge considered his leaving Michelle all alone in his familiar African village as the most unscrupulous plan ever. Seeing the Tribal Butterfly tattooed on the woman's chest made him the happiest man. His devious plan to keep Michelle in his country was progressing flawlessly. At first Sarge doubted he would be successful, but now he saw Michelle's total acceptance of his African culture, which made him happy.

Probably the most unexpected turn of events happened when his niece told him her deepest secret. Thema explained her most intimate feelings for Michelle and told her uncle that she would be the happiest woman if the white woman remained in the country. Sarge felt confident he could make Thema’s wish come true and he marveled at his brilliant ingenuity, as success appeared imminent.

Suddenly there was a new conquest on the horizon. A broad smile covered his face the day Marie Kelly walked up to the airport’s screening detector. Luckily it was one of those times when Sarge was not busy and he was merely lounging around airport security looking for something to do.

The actress had that superior, 'I am better than you,' look when she entered the airport and it spurred Sarge to action. He quickly whispered directions to his trusted comrade, Emu, and the two men took over security measures of new arrivals.

Sarge quickly grabbed the metal-detector wand out of a guard's hand and used it himself. He waved the wand and made sure it beeped whenever he passed it over Marie's torso. All of a sudden Emu, who was running the x-ray conveyor belt, let out a few excited statements and pointed animatedly at the security screen.

All of the security guards appeared overly concerned, as Sarge peaked around the machine and noticed the obvious x-ray images of contraband on the monitor screen. The puzzled look on his face was priceless when he looked at the pictures of small plastic bags in one of the actress's suitcases.

Sarge grabbed the stunned Marie Kelly by the arm and sternly guided her around the conveyor belt to the first convenient, interrogation room. He roughly pushed her into the room and waited for his guards to bring in all of her luggage.

Emu and another guard marched into the room and set the suitcases on the desk, opening them for inspection. Sarge slammed the door and he slowly ventured across the room to the desk. He turned to face the beautiful woman and seemed to wait forever, as he glared into her bewildered eyes.

Marie Kelly was too surprised to even say a word and she didn't know what was going on. Sarge merely stared at her and then glanced at the suitcases. She was too shocked to be afraid and stood motionless, waiting for Sarge to say something.

Sarge glared at the actress with the meanest expression on his rugged face. "It very bad... smuggle drugs into country is big crime," he said. "Some people think they get away with anything. Think our small, African country not catch. Sometimes celebrities try anything."

"I... I don't know what's going on. Whatever is in my suitcase... well it's not mine," she stuttered, pointing at the tampered suitcase. "Those plastic bags are not mine!"

Sarge watched the woman fidget and squirm, as she stood by the doorway. "Please... sit. Please, be comfortable and sit down," he said, waving his hand at the only chair in front of the desk. "I'm sure it's all a mistake... but we'll check luggage to be sure."

Marie Kelly suddenly found her courage and became furious. It was all she could do to hold her temper and she wanted to scream at the odious man. Somehow she resisted the temptation to call Sarge every dirty name in the book. "No. I would never do that... smuggle drugs, sir," she said, cringing when using the obvious accolade. "Someone must have planted them... in there. Whatever that is... well, it's not mine!"

Sarge felt powerful and in control. "I'm sure your luggage is okay... but I'll just go through it to make sure," he said. "You wouldn't try to smuggle drugs into my country... would you?"

Marie Kelly slowly walked across the room on unsteady legs. She sat down just as Sarge began taking everything out of her suitcases. When he got to her vanity case, he rummaged through it until he found what he wanted. "This drugs... some kind of drugs?" He held up a container of birth control pills and waved it at her.

"No... oh, no. Those are birth control pills... so I don't get pregnant," she said. She almost fainted when Sarge threw them on the floor and utterly flattened the case and every pill with his big army boot. Marie Kelly stared at the crushed pills, which were now powder.

"I make sure... destroy pills just in case they drugs. You married?" he asked.

Marie would never understand why she blushed, but her face turned a brilliant red. "No. I'm not married. They are... well I have a boyfriend and I don't want to get pregnant," she stammered, trying to explain how Western society condones sexual activity at times. Marie didn't really dread the thought of not having pills and she had no plans to have sex with anyone, as her boyfriend was not on the African safari.

Sarge had accomplished what he wanted for now. He closed and secured her suitcases and waved his hand at the plastic bags that had been removed. "I hear some actors and actresses try smuggle drugs. I forget about it... for now," he said. "I'm sure someone planted drugs. You free to go. In fact... I'll put you up at our best hotel. Consider it a gift for embarrassment of search. Please accept our hospitality at the best hotel in the city."

Marie Kelly thought she had won. All of a sudden the security officer apologized and she felt totally vindicated. When Sarge opened the door of the interrogation room, an angry manager immediately confronted him. Marie Kelly's manager waved his arms and spoke much louder than need be to Sarge who was obviously the officer in-charge.

The man chastised Sarge and the actress watched her illustrious manager tearing a strip off the airport security officer. For some strange reason she didn't think Sarge was really scared. His face was etched with a smirk and he kept glancing in her direction, as if to say, 'we'll meet again... soon.'

There was something eerie about Sarge and Marie Kelly felt a shiver shot up her backbone, with the thought of what might happen if he ever got her alone. Then Marie quickly shrugged off the impossible encounter, thinking she was far too witty to ever be caught off guard by some African soldier.

There were small lingering doubts still left in her mind, as her entourage left the airport. Marie wondered why Sarge had somehow blamed her for bringing drugs into the country. The thought that Sarge only conceded to give them complimentary hotel rooms because he had something else planned was totally preposterous to her.

The man’s most confident grin wouldn’t go away and she was a little skeptical he might try something else. Another disturbing aspect was how Sarge undressed her with his dark, mysterious eyes, but Marie quickly shrugged it off to male hormones and an African fetish for white women.

Sarge had the utmost respect and admiration for Michelle, but none for Marie Kelly. She was white meat available for his African pleasures and he planned getting into her famous panties. By the time word of the actress being kidnapped got into the international newspapers, she would be royally screwed, blued and literally tattooed. The thought of tattooing the seductive actress made Sarge shudder with anticipation.

He thought about having a scaring ritual for the actress. The one for Michelle had turned out perfect in many ways. First the tattoo symbolized a woman's femininity and sensuality. Everyone in the tribe considered the artistry a beautification of a woman's body and only the African Rose was more cherished than the African Butterfly. Also Sarge's tribe accepted the beautiful Michelle, as a member of the tribe even though she was white.

Sarge decided the perfect symbol for Marie Kelly was the Epa. His tribe considered the drawing to be handcuffs and it stood for law, justice and most importantly, slavery and captivity. The symbol was a fairly simple design, which consisted of two interlocking diamonds, and Sarge contemplated having them carved onto the actress's chest. Although the slavery concept represented an African tribe being out of slavery, Sarge's mind considered the symbol as one of putting someone into captivity.

He had no intention of collecting a ransom for the woman's freedom; he merely planned using a kidnapping as a ruse to get complete control over the actress. Sarge's eyes stared into the bright sunshine. He had to blink many times because of the dry, hot air and his heart rate increased, as the time for his planned rebel attack neared.

Some of his security guards were dressed in vagabond uniforms to resemble a mysterious band of rebels and he planned using the charade to abduct the beautiful Marie Kelly. All of the soldiers wore cloth over their nose and mouth to hide their identity, which made them appear even more like rebels.

The actress was on her way with her entourage to visit remote African villages in hopes of giving donations to improve living conditions for the villagers. Marie Kelly was completely unaware that she was the target of Sarge's devious kidnapping, as her two vehicles drove across the arid wasteland.

The first vehicle carried three security men hired by the actress to escort her and her group on the safari. Marie, her male manager and two female assistants were in the second limo with a driver and another security guard.

All of a sudden several army jeeps forced the lead limousine to stop. Many rebel soldiers put on the show of a lifetime. Mosi carried a machine gun and boldly walked up to the driver's door of the limo. He quickly pulled the door open and grabbed the familiar, African driver out of the car.

As pre-arranged by Sarge, the driver quickly disappeared across the barren countryside until he was out of sight. Waiting for him was an air-conditioned car, which was going to return him to the city along with a couple of the other African security guides.

Marie Kelly was in the backseat of the second limo and watched in complete horror when their cars were stopped. When the driver was suddenly yanked out of the first car and ordered to leave, she was left speechless.

She glanced out the side windows to see several uniformed men surrounding both vehicles. Most had weapons and being unarmed left all the visitors with a feeling of vulnerability. It all looked so real because of the rebel outfits plus the masks on their faces.

Nothing in any brochure or travel package ever mentioned any rebel activity in the country. Marie huddled against her manager, hoping it was all a bad dream. Suddenly both backdoors of the limo opened and the obvious leader of the rebels shouted orders for her to get out of the car.

Marie refused to move and then her manager decided to take things into his own hands. He quickly shuffled out of the car and started yelling at Mosi. In the flash of an eye, the manager was knocked cold. One of Mosi’s men blindsided the manager and he hit him with the butt of his gun. The man's lifeless body hit the sand and everyone else presumed the rebels meant business.

Mosi held out his hand, as he invited the sexy actress out of the limo. At first Marie Kelly refused to take his hand, but something in the audacious stare of his dark eyes made her move. Not seeing his face and not knowing who he was made the event more demoralizing to her. Marie took Mosi’s big hand and slowly got out of the car to stand before the large man like a frail little girl.

It happened so fast that Marie didn't have a chance to struggle. Her arms were pinned and tied, rendering her almost helpless. Then Mosi wrapped tape around her head and made sure her eyes were completely covered. "Oh god... god no. Please, please don't do this," she begged. "Dear lord... I'll give you money. Any amount... just let me go."

Mosi wasn't finished with his agenda. He walked back to the limo so he could speak to the others. The two assistants with the actress were not about to volunteer to fight for their boss's safety. Mosi leaned into the car and gave directions in a clear precise voice. "We are Sudani rebels. We hold woman for money... ransom," he said, handing a folded piece of paper to one of the women.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she mumbled, as she took the note.

"Drive back to city... take hopeless piece of shit with you. That note will explain everything... everything you need to know about kidnapping,” Mosi said, as he waved his hand at the unconscious manager.

Then Mosi walked over to the manager and easily lifted his lifeless body off the desert floor. The man did stir when he was moved, but did nothing to assist Mosi, as the big man tossed him into the limo. He landed on the floor at the women's feet and neither woman offered to help the man. The driver immediately put the car into drive and sped away, as fast as possible.

Marie's entire body shook in fear and she had never been so scared. Her dark world was scary and she couldn't remember a time when she feared more for her life. The long, hot drive across the desert had lasted forever, but suddenly the vehicle came to a screeching stop. Dust filled the air and she had to cough a few times trying to catch her breath, as her tongue rolled around her lips.

One of the rebels opened the jeep door and roughly yanked her to her feet. The man swiftly cut off the tape and removed the blindfold and she had to blink several times because of the sudden intense sunlight. “You in rebel village,” Mosi whispered. “We wait for your people to send ransom.”

Marie Kelly glanced across a large square and noticed a black limousine preparing to leave the village. The limo slowly drove by and she was positive there was a white woman in the backseat, but it was dark inside the car so it was hard to tell.

Mosi purposely held his prisoner on display, as the limo departed in a trail of dust. When the car was out of sight, he quickly replaced the blindfold and wrapped a fresh band of tape around Marie’s head. Then he grabbed one arm and his comrade grabbed the other and the two practically carried the twisting woman to a designed building.

Marie was instantly bound in a chair and her world felt small and very restrictive. She wasn’t sure how long she sat there, but it seemed like an eternity. The rebels obviously left because it was deathly quiet and then she heard footsteps walking around her. When the hot breath washed across her flushed cheek, Marie thought she would die. "Are you afraid?"

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

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

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

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

All of a sudden the lacy cup was pulled away from her chest and Marie knew someone was looking down at her exposed breast. Her reaction of pulling backwards merely enabled Mosi to see more of Marie's adorable titty. Her boobs were quite big for her slender frame and he imagined them to be about a 34C, maybe a 36 he thought.

When the desert air hit her nipple, she knew the bud was fully exposed to hungry eyes, which sent a tremor of helplessness through her throbbing head. Abruptly the thin strip of fabric between the cups was grabbed and stretched. In a flash, the bra was ripped and the cups were left dangling in her armpits.

The temperature was high and the heat was enormous yet she still shivered when her clothes were stripped from her chest. Marie found it strange that her hearing was suddenly more acute than ever. She could hear heavy breathing to her left; then heavier panting to her right before the man in front of her spoke. "My men say tits are beautiful. They want to feel them," Mosi whispered, sending more tremors through her body.

“Aaaahhhh, please let me go,” Marie pleaded.

"Is it okay if they touch... fell your gorgeous tits?" Mosi had to admit that the actress had luscious tits. They were big with large rounded areolas, which were a very light brownish color. There was only the slightest sag and Mosi marveled how her seductive tits sort of made him drool.

The small nipples were centerpieces that made her boobs overly succulent. He imagined putting a nipple in his mouth and sucking the bud until it stood hard and proud. It was easy to see why Marie Kelly was considered an actress with much sex appeal and Mosi vowed to watch one of her movies someday.

He noticed Marie licking her lips, trying to make them moist. Mosi didn’t expect her to answer his questions so he grabbed a cup full of special drink and put it to her lips. "Drink! Drink something to quench thirst. It is hot today... a person gets thirsty."

Marie Kelly swallowed, as fast as she could, but still plenty of liquid ran out the corners of her mouth. Mosi loved the effect of the fluid running down her chin and flowing down across her abundant breasts, coating them with glistening juice. He made sure she drank the entire glass and in no time Mosi noticed her serious, dire complexion start to change.

She no longer looked afraid although her breathing remained rapid and fairly ragged. Her face appeared severely flushed, as Mosi put his lips at her ear. "Men admire gorgeous tits. My soldiers think tits beautiful... luscious and sexy. Okay if men feel tits?"

It wasn't more than minutes earlier that she steadfastly refused to accept the man's fondling. All of a sudden she consented to the fact of getting groped, as the only way out of the dire situation. Marie reasoned she would be set free if she allowed the mysterious soldier and his men to feel her nudity.

She flinched when a big hand touched her. Mosi put his fingers on her shoulder and kept them there for what seemed like forever. Then he started running the tip of his forefinger all over the flawless flesh until it reached her raised boob.

Marie Kelly felt the man trace a circular pattern around her breast and then he swiftly seized the hardened pebble. His fingers surrounded her nipple and squeezed lightly at first. She moaned praying he would stop, but then he squeezed harder. Her hands came up to stop the fondling, but she quickly learned a lesson.

Mosi slapped the hands away and then he jerked Marie’s head to the side with a swift slap on the cheek. His fingers returned to the swollen nipples and he squeezed as hard as he could. "Owie... owieeeee. Oh gawd, it hurts... please don't hurt me," she pleaded, but her hands remained obediently at her sides.

When the cup touched her lips, she willingly drank. One of Mosi’s men grabbed her head and tilted it back, letting the liquid flow down her throat. Marie gulped desperately and tried to prevent choking on the abundant drink, which actually tasted sweet and a little spicy. She vowed to do anything to make them happy so they wouldn’t hurt her.

Mosi wasn’t satisfied until she drained the cup and then he immediately ordered his comrade to give her another cup full. As soon as Marie drank it all, Mosi put his lips next to her ear. "I hear you famous actress... an American actress,” he said.

“Yes, yes,” Marie replied, hoping her fame would save her.

“I want to see how good you really are. You do some acting for me," he whispered.

“Yes, yes.”

"If you finger yourself... masturbate, then I not fuck pretty white ass. I might let you go... not let every man in room fuck sexy white pussy.”

Marie Kelly had to shake her head because the demands were far too horrible to even imagine and the sedatives were making her confused. Her mind swirled over the dilemma, as she tried to think of a way out, but there didn’t seem to be any. She was all alone; she was a prisoner to some African rebels and for all she knew, they might seriously hurt her if she didn’t do what they demanded.

She thought of offering the rebels money again, but obviously they weren’t interested and she deemed they were only after sex. Marie Kelly made a firm decision to do it. She vowed to obey the shameful demand and hoped it would save her from further turmoil. A shudder rocked her body and then her right hand rotated to the front of her body.

The room got deathly silent, as Marie placed the palm of her dainty hand on her flat tummy. She felt her stomach heaving in and out and knew extreme panic would overtake her if she didn’t act fast. It was decision time. Her fingers slithered downward and beneath the waistband of her designer jeans.

The pants were tight and she had to suck in her stomach to get her hand lower. She jumped when the gruff voice sounded. "Show men white pussy... show pussy, or else!"

Marie wasn’t sure what to do, but there was no indecision in Mosi. He yanked her arm to the side and then unfastened the snap and unzipped the zipper, leaving the front gaping open. “Stand-up! Stand-up... I can take off pants,” he whispered, giving her the sickest feeling.

She was petrified. Mosi grabbed her by the shoulders and jerked her to her feet. “You stand. Stand-up and we strip.”

Marie was on her feet and her legs almost gave way. Her hands were at her waist, valiantly trying to prevent the man from stripping her jeans, but her attempts proved fruitless. The strong hands pushed her pants down until they were in a ball at her feet. Marie felt the sudden air surround her virtual nudity and her heart started to race.

Mosi and his comrades stared at the gorgeous actress, each moving so they could see her from every angle. Marie Kelly's thong was the only garment remaining and it only added to her allure. The skimpy material was misadjusted and Mosi loved the way the thong disappeared into certain crevices.

The men ogled Marie Kelly from behind and noticed the strip of material was fully buried between the seductive ass-cheeks. Mosi rotated around her shivering body and he adored the blatant camel-toe in front. Marie was well aware of the narrow strip of panty being lodged into her soaked pussy-lips and she desperately wanted to correct the garment, but she knew it would only add to her embarrassment if she moved.

All of a sudden the hottest breath washed across her cheek. "You actress? Then you show men... act for them," he whispered. "You masturbate... do it and we not hurt you. You act now, or else!"

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

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

"Do it! Masturbate and it might save you. I might not fuck pretty white ass if you masturbate," Mosi whispered, as he licked her ear in taunting fashion. "Have you ever been fucked by a big... black... cock?"

Her finger slipped into the wetness so fast and the speed amazed her. Her hand held the thong high and instantly her fingers surrounded the puffy gem. Suddenly everything was like any of her regular masturbation sessions. She pinched the clit just hard enough to keep it securely between her fingertips and then she rolled the bud around vigorously.

Marie Kelly could hear the squishy juices being swirled about yet she didn't stop. A swift spasm shot through her loins and Marie knew there would be more... many more. She spread her legs a little wider, which allowed for a better grip on her clitoris, and her hand was a blur. Her mind was made up! This was the only way to save herself so she would masturbate and succumb to the immense humiliation in front of her captors.

Mosi relished her rising emotions and he knew it wouldn’t be long before she climaxed. He literally poured more of his secret potion down her throat and let it spill all over her bare chest. Mosi smiled with the realization nobody could drink this much and not have their abilities to think straight severely impaired.

The shapely hips jerked randomly and Mosi knew her orgasm was very near. With lightning speed, he slapped her vibrating hand away. The sudden shock was profound and Marie Kelly wondered what was wrong? She couldn’t see, but she felt the demanding man shuffle in front of her and put his legs on either side of hers.

Then it happened! Mosi grabbed her right hand in his and moved them to his hard, pulsating rod, which was mere inches from her face. Her elegant hand felt terrific and he forced Marie to wrap her fingers around his cock. "Feel it? Feel big... black... cock. Cuz it's goin' to be inside your belly," Mosi whispered, sending waves of despair through her entire body.

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

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

Kelly felt doom wash over her. She couldn't get the thick meat out of her hand and Mosi kept moving his hips so that his cock was even more threatening. Then he pulled Marie Kelly to her feet and with one swift jerk, Mosi literally ripped the useless panties from her body.

He carefully cut the tape so the blindfold could be easily removed and suddenly the actress saw the black demon, which had scorched her hand. Marie Kelly passed out and she never knew if it was from fear or from all of the drinks she consumed.

Marie Kelly was afraid to open her eyes. Her temples throbbed madly and a dreadful headache made it impossible to think straight. Her memory was vague. Marie reasoned that she must have passed out, as the last tangible recollection was of having the African's cock in her hand.

It would take time for the bits and pieces of many lost hours to slowly float through her distraught mind. Every time she struggled or attempted to stop what was happening during the night, someone poured more sedative down her throat. She had been in a classic stupor and although she knew what was going on around her, there was nothing she could do about it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Marie Kelly's manager was in the hotel room with the two assistants, waiting to hear from the rebels. They had returned to the hotel after the scary rebel attack and were met by the familiar airport security officer. The manager showed Sarge the ransom note and he mentioned the fact that it would be impossible to pay the demanded five million American dollars.

The note went on to stress that no mention of the kidnapping should be put out to the international media, or else there would be dire consequences. The threat only put ominous possibilities in the manager's mind and he instantly assumed the rebels would physically harm the actress if they didn't obey.

Sarge quickly dispelled the assumption the actress was in immediate danger from the rebels, telling the group that he would assure Marie Kelly's release. He told them that the attack was merely random and rebels in his country had never physically harmed any hostage in the past. He reassured them that he would secure Marie Kelly’s freedom within a few days and that they had nothing to worry about.

The security officer made them believe he was the good guy to which they all thanked him for his loyal service. His devious smile went unnoticed by the group and they never suspected Sarge was behind the planned kidnapping, as they confided in him.

The manager rubbed the back of his head, but he felt much better after talking with Sarge. He was thankful that it was only a bump on the head he received from the kidnappers and not something much worse. Then he imagined what Marie Kelly was experiencing at that very moment and he shivered thinking of the beautiful actress being held hostage by some vagabond savages.

Despite Sarge’s assurances that nothing drastic or serious would happen to the actress, the manager still had some lingering doubts. Shortly after Sarge departed, there was a sudden knock on the door, which made all three jump with anticipation. A hotel porter was standing at the door and he presented a diskette, which contained a nondescript DVD.

"This come for you. Man say not show anyone... not show Sarge or anyone. He warn... if you show disk to anyone... man say they harm actress," the porter said, as he waved the DVD in the air. Then to ensure the manager understood, he reiterated. "Remember! Not show anyone... or else!"

The manager was furious, but then reasoned that there was absolutely nothing he could do without compromising Marie Kelly's delicate situation. He took the DVD and immediately shut the door when the porter walked away at a fast, steady pace.

The temptation was great to see what was on the DVD and he quickly popped the disk into the hotel's player. The manager expected to see the rebel's ransom demands for Marie Kelly's safe release and he hushed the two female assistants, as the screen came alive.

A person could hear a pin drop when the scenes of interracial sex scrolled across the screen. The three stared in disbelief when the famous actress performed perverted sexual acts, as she was not the type of person to condone such behavior. Suddenly the grown woman appeared to be having intercourse with a teenager.

Although the eighteen year old appeared young, there was nothing immature about the ‘slong’ between his legs. His pecker was man-sized and the teen knew exactly what to do with it, as he turned the mature woman into a sex-toy.

What made the movie the biggest shocker to all of Marie Kelly's staff was her apparent earthshaking orgasm. Her arms were wrapped tightly around the teen and her hips thrashed out of control. The movie depicted the boy’s cock sliding in and out of her maidenly white pussy and Marie’s hips matched every one of the teen’s thrusts.

The three onlookers could tell the woman was experiencing an orgasm while the teenager was preparing for one. Suddenly the boy's hips thrust downward so hard they pounded the woman's ass into the wooden bed. Marie Kelly appeared even more desperate, as she clung to the boy by digging her fingers into his bareback.

When sound came out of the television, they all gasped. "Screw me you black bastard. Fuck me... make me your white bitch," came over the speakers and everyone stopped breathing.

A second boy appeared out of the shadows and it was more than obvious what he had in mind. His cock was fully erect and it stood menacing out in front of his slender hips. The young warrior had his fist around the long shaft and he pointed it at the adorable woman. When the first boy dismounted, it was time for number two.

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

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

None of Marie Kelly's staff could believe what they were watching. They could only imagine what drastic circumstances must have transpired to make the adorable actress act so uncontrollably. The movie had been skillfully edited and the sequence of events that night was totally irrelevant.

Starting with the illicit encounters with the young, tribal warriors was Sarge’s idea. By this time the African aphrodisiac fully controlled Marie Kelly's mind and she was willing to do almost anything. The powerful goat weed was something his tribe used for centuries and Sarge was utterly amazed at what happened when a woman took the aphrodisiac.

The editing was perfect. The second teenager finished filling the spectacular woman with his seedy cum and another boy hovered nearby, ready for his turn. Then the boys switched positions and the writhering woman’s arms remained welcoming and receptive to another sexual affair.

This boy wiped the end of his stiff cock clean by rubbing the head all over the seductive, white titties and everyone could see the glistening pre-cum left on every part of the actress’s boobs. He slapped both boobies with his cock and it brought a loud moaning sound from the sedated woman, which only seemed to be powerfully captivating.

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

All the onlookers acted like it was happening to them when the head of the boy's cock spread the swollen labia and entered the honey-pit. No one dared blink and their hearts beat like crazy when they witnessed the cock slide slowly into the hole, an inch at a time.

Everyone's breathing grew ragged, as the entire cock disappeared and the boy's hips held absolutely still for a brief moment. It was obvious he relished the sudden volcanic heat and was waiting for the overwhelming temperature to subside before he could pump up and down.

"Holy shit, holy cow... I think she's having another orgasm. My lord, she's cumming again... look at her hips," one of Marie Kelly's assistants whispered. "Oh my god... look at her. Her legs are wrapped around the boy and she's... oh fuck, she's having another one."

Suddenly everyone found their voice. "Did you see the size of that boy... my gawd, he'd kill me with that thing," the second woman whispered.

"But you saw how they poured that stuff down her... made her drink all that crap. Those fucking drugs must be powerful shit,” the manager said.

"Yeah, now that I watch her... watch her eyes. They aren't open and she must be in some kind of trance," the first assistant said.

"I'm sure she had no idea of what is happening... of how she was fucking every boy in the tribe."

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

The manager's forecast came true. The movie played and not one of the spectators wanted to push the stop button on the DVD player. The manager had never seen a woman, any woman, climax so many times. He had heard of a woman experiencing multiple orgasms, but never believe it could happen.

Somehow the shocked viewers found the fact Marie Kelly had been enticed with a powerful aphrodisiac to be irrelevant. They watched with their mouths’ agape, as the illustrious actress seemed to be the tribal slut for every young warrior in the village.

If watching all the sexual encounters between the actress and each boy was not traumatic enough, the DVD contained a lot more. Suddenly Marie Kelly was sitting in a chair and to the amazement of every viewer, she was masturbating. Once again the editing was perfect and it didn’t matter if the scene was first, last or in-between during a long, eventful orgy.

There was a cloth blindfold over her eyes, but it didn’t last very long. A tall muscular, black man moved in front of the actress and he slapped her hand away from her crotch. Then he shoved his cock into her hand and promptly cut off the restrictive blindfold, bringing her tear-stained face into view.

The movie viewers were oblivious to the sequence of events, as they watched the prelude to what really happened during the first gangbang of Marie’s capture. They stared at the presumed rebel whose body was naked and covered with colorful paint. The black warrior quickly ripped the skimpy thong off of the sobbing actress and then he led her across the room to a makeshift bed.

The three huddled around the television and had no doubt what would happen next. They had all watched porno movies before, but nothing rivaled the rebel warrior mounting the struggling white woman. Each viewer felt the intensity of the sexual contact, as the animal lust had a feeling of sheer, primitive magic. The scene depicted the warriors glistening, charcoal body next to Marie Kelly’s silky, white skin.

Their hearts beat much faster and the entourage found it hard to breathe. Nobody said a word until Mosi forced his way between Marie’s thrashing legs with the help of other warriors. “My dear god... he’s going to rape her,” one of the women whispered. “Look... look at him. His cock is... dear god, it’s inside poor Marie.”

Mosi fucked the actress and from the camera angle it appeared like a consensual act. He rammed his cock to the hilt and caused Marie Kelly to groan out loud, which sounded more like moans of pleasure than pleas for mercy. The viewers shivered when it became obvious the man was experiencing an orgasm and they pitied their friend.

The black warrior arched his back and his whole body tensed when he released black demons. "Oh god, no... no! He's doing it," the manager whispered. "The black bugger is filling her with his bastard seed."

The three sat in utter disbelief, as Mosi climaxed deep inside the lovely actress. As soon as he finished, another rebel appeared and quickly mounted the poor woman. It was at that point the manager hit the FF button and the three shuffled through the rest of the movie scene, as they realized every warrior in the room had his turn.

The tribal warriors finished screwing the apparent captive and the scene shifted to what appeared to be a dungeon. The manager hit the play button again and the three noticed a drastic change of location. There were three or four dusty windows in a dungeon-like room and it appeared to be evening, as the twilight darkness came through the windows. The camera managed to show the complete setting clearly and bluntly, as Sarge was an expert at creating movie scenes.

The gorgeous actress was completely naked and she was stretched out on top of a wooden rack with her arms securely tied over her head. Her feet were shackled to the platform and spread about two feet apart, leaving her completely exposed and vulnerable. Marie’s pretty face was etched with extreme anxiety and the entire scene was hypnotic because everyone expected something drastic to happen.

Each onlooker fantasized that the movie was exactly like one where a primitive tribe sacrificed some virgin to their Gods. They stared at Marie Kelly’s nakedness, as she struggled to get free, and realized she was in dire trouble. It was apparent the natives were going to perform some African ritual on Marie who was virtually helpless.

Marie Kelly's pretty face was marked with anguish and her eyes were opened so wide they seemed horrified. It all seemed primitive and dramatic, but the scenes excited and built a secret desire inside each movie viewer. Each woman sensed and felt Marie Kelly's helplessness and panic, yet they did not want it to stop. They fantasized about it happening to them even though they didn’t want to actually experience the harsh punishment.

The manager noticed the extreme anxiety written on Marie’s face. He felt a pang of guilt for wanting to watch the sacrifice of the sexy actress, but his eyes remained riveted to the most erotic spectacle. Then he observed an older man who kept raising Marie’s head off of the wooden plank so he could pour something down her throat.

What quickly became evident was how the woman’s struggles lessened drastically after the man forced her to drink and she gulped the juice down as if experiencing a desert thirst. “That must be some powerful shit. It’s like earlier... during the gangbang. Look! She’s not struggling anymore,” he said to the two women.

“Yes, they’re fucking drugging her... I’m sure,” one replied.

“Oh geez, she’s going to get banged again... just watch,” the other said.

“Oh fuck, listen. I think she’s asking for it... begging the black bastard to do something,” the manager declared.

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

It appeared the actress struggled to open her legs wider, which seemed hard because of her feet being shackled. The older man put his hand on Marie Kelly's upraised pelvis and suddenly the movie was filled with sound.

Mosi operated the camera with the skill of a director and he ensured a perfect production, which would require very little editing. He used a wide-angle and then slowly zoomed in on the most alluring body while the camera’s microphone caught all of the sounds.

The voice was high pitched and desperate, as if pleading with someone. "Oh gawd... touch me. Touch my cunt... you bastard. Oh gawd... I need your fingers... now! I need your fingers."

Zuberi had all of his actions fully scripted by his brother. Sarge told him what to do and what to say, as he whispered in Marie Kelly’s ear again. "You like horny goat weed? It used in tribe for centuries... make women horny," he said to the drunken woman.

“Yes, yes it is good,” she moaned and rolled her head towards the man.

"You drink lots... lots of goat weed and other ancient, African medicine. Not remember today. Head get dizzy... not remember what happen."

“Yes, yes... drink.”

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

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

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

All of a sudden a tall, dark man appeared and his hands were filled with instruments. The manager uttered a gasp of horror, as the man began the dramatic scarification on the unblemished actress. The man cupped and even seemed to fondle Marie Kelly's left breast before he got down to business.

There was hardly any blood when he carved lines into the white flesh, which quickly turned flushed and reddish. He seemed to put black pigment into the cuts and soon the cuts turned into dark, raised welts, which took an interlocking diamond shape.

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

It didn’t take long for the man to engrave the tattoo into the white flesh. When he was finished, the movie viewers watched the woman being untied by numerous black figures who appeared to be younger warriors. None had the usual markings and tattoos of full-fledged warriors and they did look to be teenagers, although certainly old enough to appreciate carnal desire.

The boys of the tribe escorted the dazed woman from the ceremonial ritual into what appeared to be a communal abode. The cameraman was very adept at keeping the lens focused on the luscious body of the naked actress. He recorded all of the incriminating evidence, which depicted two boys with their strong arms around the woman, as they managed to keep her upright despite her wobbly legs.

The group hustled through the dingy house and entered a bedroom where the woman was literally tossed onto an unmade bed. Marie landed prone with her arms under her body to protect herself, which gave the boys the opportunity to surround her. Luckily she remained fully sedated when the boys mishandled her body so she didn’t feel any pain or torture. The camera caught the action and the actress was completely unaware she was staring in a movie.

One of the strongest boys flipped Marie onto her back and it started a marathon gangbang. After watching Marie Kelly get ravaged by two African teenagers, the manager couldn’t take any more. He fast forwarded to skip any more degradation of the actress. “Oh fuck, I can’t believe what happened to her,” he whispered to the two women assistants.

“I’m not sure those thugs are after money,” one woman said.

“You’re right. Those black bastards found something a lot better than cash,” the other said.

“Christ, we may be out of a job,” the manager added.

“Right, I’m sure one of those kids will get her pregnant.”

“Yeah, if not them, then it will be that old bugger or one of his fucking warriors.”

“Stop! Hit play... I think she’s acting funny,” one of the women said, as the manager hit the green button.

The familiar nakedness flashed onto the screen and this time the actress was riding a bucking bronco. Marie lay on top of the wild warrior and his hips pumped up and down, ramming his lengthy hardon to the hilt with each violent thrust upwards. Probably the most amazing detail of it all was the captive experiencing a humiliating orgasm and the onlookers reasoned it had to do with the amount of mysterious drink forced upon Marie Kelly.

All three stared at the television. Each time the warrior thrust, Marie’s slender torso bounced in the air and came crashing down to fully embed the black cock. What made the affair appear most amazing was how one of the young warriors slapped the bouncing white ass each time it went upward, as if he was driving the ass down harder onto his buddies cock.

The orgasm was distinct although not very long. Her body jerked and thrashed madly and then literally became an obedient ragdoll when the warrior filled her womanly domain with his wild seed. When his orgasm dwindled, black hands grabbed the sweat-coated body and shifted Marie to another position.

Every so often, one of the boys replenished the cup of African sedative and ensured Marie drank most of the sweet nectar. The manager grew impatient and he hit fast forward again and again. Even by flying through the DVD and catching only clips of many sordid affairs, the three viewers noticed more climaxes taking over the actress’s seductive body.

They were most of the way through the night of African seduction when an apparent cock-sucking scene flashed by in the FF mode. The manager quickly returned to the proper play speed and the spectacular scene took his breath away. Marie Kelly’s eyes were glazed and appeared awestruck. Her small hands were wrapped around the long black penis, which was an inch in front of her blushing face.

Marie’s fingers looked tiny around the thick shaft and her hands moved back and forth, bringing obvious joy to the teenage boy. Suddenly she gulped the head of the boy’s cock and kept the knob inside her burning mouth. Her head bobbed back and forth on the enlarged cockhead, as the boy thrust his hips madly trying to ram his cock down her throat.

When the thick, white cream started leaking from the corners of Marie Kelly’s mouth, one of the women assistants uttered guttural growls of extreme pleasure. The boy ejaculated so much cum that it was impossible for the actress to swallow it fast enough, but the leaking cum merely added to the lustful drama.

Much to the dismay of all three viewers, Marie Kelly sucked the elongated pecker until she was forced backwards onto her back once again. Another lust-ridden boy jumped into the saddle and had his cock deep inside Marie before she had time to stop him. No one knew how long he rode her, as the DVD was put into fast forward again.

The distorted movie scenes didn't slow down until the person controlling the speed noticed the sunrise in the movie. When the player returned to play mode, sound came from the speakers. "Oh my gawd... what have I done? What have I done?"

The scene showed a crying Marie Kelly sitting up on a messy bed with many naked African boys around her. One of the viewers counted five and each boy was distinctly appealing for any highlight reel. The actress looked at each boy and her eyes got bigger and bigger, as she assumed they had all sexually molested her.

All the viewers wanted to scream at the woman when one of the boys handed her a cup. “No, no, don’t drink the shit... oh fuck, she’s doing it. She’s drinking again,” one whispered.

The helping hand tipped the cup and forced Marie to drink from the overflowing container. It looked like she didn’t want to spill or have the drink run down her chest so she gulped as fast as she could. The scene was petrifying. Marie wiped some of the spilled drink off her chin and then used the back of her hand to clean off her mouth.

A drop had hit her chest and Marie slowly wiped it off, but suddenly something was dreadfully wrong. Her fingers lingered on the left side of her chest and near the top portion of her boob. Gingerly and with great care, she traced over the dark outline of the newly engraved scar and she cried out loud.

“Wha... wha... wha,” she cried and stared at the black drawing.

The boy holding the cup thrust his hand at the distraught goddess. There was a terrible pounding at her temples, but the hammering seem to subside when she drank more of the sweet drink. Marie Kelly had no idea that she was heading back to the twilight zone where she would obey every voodoo demand put in her head by Mosi and Zuberi’s tribe.

The two women assistants sat in front of the television and wondered what they would do if put in the same situation. They watched a suddenly tipsy woman sitting up straight, as her head sort of wavered back and forth. Then the scene turned dramatic. The teenager grabbed a big handful of hair and forced Marie’s head backwards.

Her neck arched and her jaw dropped, as her mouth gapped wide open. The boy jerked Marie’s head a few times to make sure she followed directions and then he literally pour a cup full down her throat. Her head was still tipped back when the boy tossed the cup away and kissed her on the lips.

It was a picture of animal lust. Marie Kelly put her arms behind her to steady herself, which left her completely vulnerable in front. Black hands cupped both boobs and you could see the velvety white flesh squeezing through the long fingers. It was apparent she wasn’t trying to get away, as her chest was thrust out at the horny warrior.

Suddenly the kiss was broken and the boy headed for the Promised Land. It didn’t take him long before he had one of the outstanding nipple between his teeth and the other pinched firmly in his fingertips, but that wasn’t what shocked the viewers.

Standing behind the dazed woman was a naked warrior and there was no guessing what he hand in mind. The mere teenager with an already man-sized cock fully intended making Marie Kelly his African play-toy. He slapped the back of her head, her neck and her bare shoulders with his enlarged pecker. Then he rubbed the shaft across one cheek, the other check before rotating to shove the head at her mouth.

Suddenly the two warriors needed fulfillment. The one who was molesting her titties pushed Marie backwards; the other grabbed her by the hair and followed her down, leaving his black cock against her face. Her arms sort of bent and fell away, as she fell flat on her back. The teen instantly jumped on top or her torso, falling between her legs which had been pulled apart by two other warriors.

Moments earlier Marie Kelly felt the power and strength to fight, but suddenly the urge was gone. The actress’s manager and assistants couldn’t take any more of the ominous humiliation of their trusted boss by the African warriors. Someone hit the ‘Stop’ button and everything went silent for the longest time.

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

The plan was quite simple. Sarge wanted to humiliate the actress to the nth degree while he held Michelle in the highest esteem. He remembered the way Marie Kelly acted when coming into the airport. The actress was uppity and conveyed an attitude of superiority over all of the African workers. He liked nothing more than crushing such people and showing them just what can happen when a man with real power entered their world.

Now it was time for him to play his trump card. Sarge went to the hotel specifically to advise Marie Kelly’s staff members that he had good news. The three American’s were distraught and didn’t know what to do about the kidnapping before Sarge arrived. They desperately wanted to rescue Marie Kelly, but thought that any intervention on their part would only jeopardize the actress’s safety.

It had been a week since the kidnapping and the three grew more anxious with each passing day. Sarge entered the hotel room and he sensed their complete cooperation. "I have good news. My men have found your actress... Marie Kelly. I am leaving immediately... to negotiate with the rebels and bring her back," he said, holding their undivided attention.

“Great, wonderful,” the manager replied.

"My men assure me she is alive... although she may have been sexually abused,” he said and watched their excited faces, knowing they believed him. "The rebels know me... know my men."

“Good. You can negotiate... I can’t imagine what Marie has gone through,” one of the women said.

"Apparently they demand release of two of their men who in jail... in my jail. They kidnapped Marie Kelly and demand money... really want release of the two from jail."

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

Nothing seemed strange about Sarge's arrangement and Marie Kelly's staff readily gave their appreciation to the security officer. “We thank you. You have been very cooperative and we are grateful for you helping us... very grateful,” the manager declared.

"Don't worry. They not dare harm any hostage... especially one who is internationally famous. They know army not rest until they all in jail if they harm Marie Kelly."

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

Sarge grinned knowing he had everything under control. He took the disk from the manager and told them he would return in a few hours. Again he reassured the group not to worry because he would make all the necessary arrangements to free the actress from the unscrupulous rebels.

Sarge went over all the details one more time before setting out for the intended rendezvous. The exchange of Marie Kelly for two fake rebels would take place in an isolated site in the middle of nowhere. There would be no witnesses to see that all of the participants were members of Sarge's security force.

Although Marie Kelly's memory would be clouded by the copious quantity of drugs, Sarge reasoned it was safer making the switch away from the quaint village. Mosi along with two guards got dressed in the original rebel garb again and he drove a jeep to the meeting spot, arriving right on time as per Sarge’s directions.

From her vantage point in the back of the dusty jeep, Marie Kelly noticed two black, Chevy SUV's parked and waiting for their arrival. She had been told about the hostage exchange and that she would be freed at long last. She tried to think of how long it had been since the fateful kidnapping, but her mind had a hard time focusing on any precise details.

The actress was convinced that everything was real. Sarge's intimate planning would ensure Marie Kelly would always think everything was legitimate. Mosi parked the jeep about 20 to 30 feet away from Sarge's vehicles and then he let the dust settle, as if creating a most theatrical scene.

The security guard delayed his meeting with Sarge in an effort to make the actress suffer. Mosi couldn’t make it more dramatic, as he slowly got out of the jeep and walked the short distance to meet his boss. The two men talked to each other pretending to make final arrangements before both men made gestures towards their own men.

From her vantage point in the back of the jeep, Marie Kelly was convinced by the perfect acting. Suddenly the two guards sitting with her in the jeep motioned for her to start walking across the barren wasteland to one of the black SUV's.

When Marie Kelly approached the vehicle, she noticed two scruffily dressed men with their hands handcuffed behind their backs get out of the second SUV. The men started walking in her directions and she deliberately tried to avoid them. She almost started running towards Sarge who was holding out an inviting hand. "You free! I take you to city... to safety with your people," he told the sobbing actress.

Marie Kelly fell into his strong arms, overly grateful for being rescued. Sarge patted her on the back and tried to reassure her that everything was okay. "It over. They not hurt you now. Your people are worried... but I protect you," he said and tightened his embrace.

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

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

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

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

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

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

His remarks made her jaw drop with utter horror. She stared at the shiny disk and tried desperately to think of a way out. Her fingers shook violently while holding the DVD and the rising dilemma seemed too overwhelming.

The remainder of the thirty-minute trip back to the city was extremely quiet. Marie Kelly’s mind was in great turmoil because of the real possibility that nothing would happen to the rebels. She reasoned her only option was to keep the illegal kidnapping out of any international media coverage. If any porno movie was released, it would surely ruin her reputation and likely her entire future, which virtually forced her to keep quiet.

The only thing she could do now was to give some sort of plausible explanation for the missing days in captivity. She dwelled on what to tell everyone, as the SUV drove them straight to the hotel where her manager met them. The reunion was stoic and Sarge dearly wanted to stir the pot. "I gave her DVD... the movie from rebels. I think she understands... not let kidnapping ordeal get out to the media," Sarge said to the manager.

The only thing Marie Kelly wanted was a hot shower and a place to relax. The manager looked at the misused actress and he tried to imagine all that she had gone through. "You can't tell the world about the kidnapping. You can't say anything... we have to remain silent or the rebels will release the sordid movie of your abduction," the manager said with his voice a little shaky.

“Yes, yes, you’re right,” she replied.

"Holy shit baby... that movie shows you getting fucked. Babe, you got fucked by every black, African teenager in the country," he said.

Marie Kelly was utterly stunned by his revelation. Of course her manager was right. She had suffered days of abuse and sexual encounters and the numerous sedated periods couldn’t hide the fact the bastard rebels drugged a famous actress and fucked her brains out. She couldn’t reveal what happened because it would surely ruin her career, plus her untarnished reputation and her days as a highly paid actress would likely be over.

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

The week started out uneventful. That all changed midweek when Michelle woke up feeling sort of ill and it wasn't an hour after getting up that she got sick. Zelda noticed that her guest was not feeling well and informed Sarge who immediately made arrangements for her to visit his family doctor.

Sarge was very excited that his plans were coming to fruition, but he decided to accomplish two goals at the same time. He smiled with satisfaction when he made arrangements for two medical exams and then phoned the hotel to advise the American actress.

Marie Kelly and her entourage were flying home yet there was still time to schedule a medical appointment. “I have concern. Want to ensure you physically fit after harrowing encounter with rebels,” he said to the actress. “Plus want to make sure tattoo properly sterilized. Doctor see you in hotel in one hour.”

“Yes, I suppose you are right. I should have a quick medical,” she replied. “We don’t fly out for another five hours.”

Sarge made it sound like the onus was on him to protect foreigners and therefore he wanted her to be checked by a reputable physician. Marie Kelly thought the hotel was a strange place for a medical exam, but she reasoned that they did things differently in Africa. Her mind was so distraught that she didn’t notice the fact Sarge somehow knew about her getting tattooed.

Sarge used the premise that the doctor had appointments with many international visitors. He made appointments for both Michelle and Marie Kelly and had them meet at a deluxe hotel suite, which was appropriately setup for the occasion to make everything appear proper. When they arrived at the lavish room, neither thought anything was amiss.

The beautiful women sat in a small waiting area, both anxious to see the doctor who was very familiar to Sarge’s unscrupulous plans. The exams were complete physicals, but Sarge’s sole purpose for them was pregnancy tests. That included urine and blood analyses, as such early tests sometimes proved difficult so soon after conception.

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

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

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

Marie Kelly listened to the strange language, feeling sicker by the minute. The startling news she had received sent shivers of doom through her, but quite the opposite through everyone else. She was vaguely aware of the tall, dark-haired lady who walked past her to meet the doctor. The white woman was dressed in a brightly colored dress-wrap, which was the same as many of the local women, and she appeared very elegant.

The door shut behind Michelle and left the actress all alone with Sarge until the manager and assistants barged into the waiting room. They wanted to know if everything was okay and Marie Kelly couldn’t work up enough courage to reveal the drastic news. She merely nodded to indicate the examination went well and then tried to control her soaring emotions.

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

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

Marie Kelly was the most surprised woman when Sarge innocently handed her the passes. She glanced at the four boarding passes and noticed something else. There was a plastic DVD case with a plane ticket attached and her name was neatly scrawled on the case. Below her name was a note, ‘An African Holiday’, staring Marie Kelly.

Her eyes filled with tears and then she was comforted by Sarge, as he put his big arm around her shoulders. “Ticket is for return. People don’t have to know. You can return our country... stay in our quaint city until baby born,” he whispered so nobody else heard. “Ticket is for return if you wish. Nobody has to know!”

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

The trip to the airport was in two limousines. Sarge ensured Marie Kelly's cooperation, as he drove the actress, while the others rode in the second limo. "The movie... it shows everything. How you seduce many young warriors... have sex with them," he said.

The actress shuddered and wondered if her world would ever be the same. “Oh gawd, I don’t... never... can’t understand what happen... how it happened,” she whispered, as she tried to remain calm.

"Just tell everyone that you were on a safari... had a wonderful time," he said.

“Yes, no one can find out what I did... what happened,” she replied.

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

“Eh, yes,” she whispered.

He glanced at the actress to make sure she understood. "We can tell everyone you adopt baby... trying to save one more from poverty," he said. "That is only way to save reputation. Also... other woman who saw doctor... she pregnant too. She stay here... have baby." He wasn’t positive about Michelle, but he made the educated guess just to make his point sound better.

Sarge's smile was one that sent a shiver up her spine. She realized the man would do anything to protect his African country and even the vagabond kidnappers. “I watch move... see you great actress. Rebels say they show movie to world if you tell police... media or anyone,” he said with a smug grin. “Nobody believe you kidnapped... movie not show you drugged or forced. Look more like you cooperative.”

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

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

Michelle knew what the test was all about. Her heart beat at such a tremendous rate that it was hard for her to breath. She watched the doctor test the paper in the vial containing her sample and her heart stopped instantly when he held out the discolored paper.

Her hand went to her stomach without thinking, feeling it heave in and out from the earth-shattering news. Michelle was unable to say anything and acted petrified when the doctor ushered her out of the room. The first person she saw after exiting the doctor’s exam was her feared dominator.

Sarge had rushed back from the airport expecting great news. There was a knowing wink between the two men and then Sarge smiled warmly at Michelle. "Come... come, I take you home. You must tell Kato... he be very happy," Sarge whispered, taking her arm in a protective manner.

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

She was numb after the shocking news and never protested at all when Sarge escorted her to his limo. They drove in silence and Michelle would never forget the moment Sarge and her entered the foyer of his home. The atmosphere was electric and it was obvious everyone knew about her condition. All of Sarge’s family had the happiest smiles and the girls giggled and rubbed their tummies, as they pointed in her direction.

Michelle felt a little overwhelmed and then she noticed Sarge’s son. Kato slowly walked up to her and gently took her by the hand. It seemed the most natural thing in the world when she followed the teenager out of the foyer and towards his private bedroom.

As they exited, Sarge purposely scolded his daughters in his broken English so as to display his ultimate control. “Shush... you no act like little girls. Kato man... he man warrior and take woman,” he said and watched his son walk down the hallway with his woman.

Not one word was said when the door closed and she stood riveted to the spot. Michelle stood with her arms down at her sides and Kato tenderly and slowly loosened her clothing. They stood at the doorway and Kato let the dress wrap drop to the floor in a heap, as he admired Michelle’s alluring nudity.

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

Her actions were instinctive and controlled by desire for something she didn't understand. She felt her head spinning around and around and her legs got weak and shaky, but this time it had nothing to do with the African drugs. Kato’s strong arms held her upright and firmly against the front of his body.

Michelle gasped and moaned when the boy's hard bulge pushed into her belly, as she imagined what was in store for her. She reasoned the devil made her do it, as her hands started ripping Kato’s clothing off. It took scant seconds for the hurried stripping and then the kiss was renewed.

The kiss lingered and soon her tongue was the instigator when it pushed between Kato’s sharp teeth into his mouth. She tried not to think. Michelle fully realized she was going to get fucked by the African teen, but she wanted the intercourse to be non-consensual because no logical American woman should be in bed with a black man.

Suddenly Kato’s hand closed over her pelvis and her heart raced out of control. He leaned on her unsteady body and they fell backwards onto the bed without breaking the intense kiss. Michelle landed with her legs open and spread enabling Kato to slip his harrow hips between her thighs.

The head of his raging cock pushed into her crotch, hitting her everywhere except the desire spot. Michelle desperately shifted her hips to and fro, as she tried to encourage him, and it made her shudder realizing she lusted for a mere teenager.

Her mind swirled over the rising desire that seemed to be overtaking her morality. Suddenly her spirit was taken. There was the brightest explosion of stars in her head, which took over all of her emotions. It was the sincerest and most passionate feeling when the burning cock slipped into her honey-pot, inch by inch.

Suddenly her breathing turned ragged and uneven, as she struggled for air. Michelle felt the beloved cock going deeper and deeper and all the way through to her inner core, which was already over-heated. She thrust madly upwards at Kato, trying to display her immense gratification to her young warrior. When she spread her legs to the extreme, Michelle willingly surrendered her soul to her African lover.

Kato couldn’t wait. He jerked out of control and rammed his powerful hips downwards with all of his might, as he relished the sudden lust. The sounds coming from the couple were noting but animal noises and each reached the ultimate summit at the same time. Michelle was content and satisfied when the throbbing cock speared her most intimate being and her body shook with violent spasms.

Hot lave filled her deepest regions and her volcanic womb turned Kato’s stamina to quicksand, as Sarge stood outside his son’s bedroom door. He felt a twinge of jealousy when he pictured the sexy white goddess and wondered if he was doing the right thing? Maybe he should have kept the seductive Michelle for himself?

But no, he deduced. Making the greatest sacrifice for his only son was a price he was willing to pay. Sarge leaned his back against the wall and listened to the familiar sounds of lewd lovemaking. His mind filled with immense pride, thinking about how everything worked out even better than originally planned.

Sarge was positive his son was smitten by the seductive Michelle. Now that she was pregnant, he would make plans to keep Michelle in his country. She would likely have family commitments in America that she would have to attend to, but he would ensure Michelle returned before anyone knew she was pregnant. He was smart enough to realize Michelle would have a hard time explaining having a black baby when she was married to Rodney.

To be continued...