Michelle's Story

Sarge rolled his head to the side and glanced at his sleeping beauty. Her face was etched with a perpetual smile, which radiated to everyone around her. Sarge's family readily accepted Susan even though she was his mistress and strange enough his wife didn't mind.

The arrangements meant Zelda received all the luxuries of living with a politically powerful man and she didn’t have to satisfy any of his radical demands. She found it very satisfied raising four children and ensuring they enjoyed the rich city life over that of the rural African village she came from.

Sarge looked at Susan and he felt more content than ever. "Doctor say everything looked good. It must have happened right away... the first time we make love," he whispered. "Is there a chance...?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Months past. Michelle lived with Thema and Baako in the African village and she hardly got to see her husband. Rodney was forced to leave the country right after he found out that Michelle was pregnant, as his job required him to travel from one country to another. He managed a visit back to Sarge's country about once a month and each time he longed to stay with Michelle until the baby was born.

Rodney had no idea of the living arrangements in the village, as Michelle stayed with him in one of Zuberi’s homes during each visit, and she didn’t volunteer any incriminating information. He merely assumed his wife had a room to herself and never suspected she would be in a sexual relationship.

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

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

The scheming Sarge planted the seeds of doubt and they stayed with Rodney. Weeks past and Kato showed up in the village whenever Rodney wasn't around and often stayed with Michelle for days at a time. At first she was reluctant to sleep with Kato, but it didn't take long for the overly friendly and personable teenager to win her over.

It seemed Michelle was one of those women who craved sex, as her pregnancy advanced, and the horny teenager satisfied her sexual needs even with her belly growing with child. Then one bright sunny day Kato showed up in the village and went immediately to see Michelle.

The teenager approached the hut and he quickened his pace once he heard a baby crying. Kato rushed into Thema’s home and found both Michelle and Thema holding their babies, but it was Michelle who caught his attention. The white woman looked totally ravishing, as the sun was coming through the window giving her the appearance of having a bright halo all around her body.

It was at that moment the young African decided he wanted the white goddess to stay in his country and there wasn’t anything Sarge wouldn’t do for his only son. Once he heard Kato wanted Michelle to live with them, he schemed until coming up with the perfect plan.

Sarge wanted Michelle to remain in his country while he also intended on humiliating her husband to the nth degree. Rodney had been away for a month completing the last of his duties for the international committee in Geneva. During his absence, Sarge cleverly moved Michelle into his home after the baby was born and then allowed Rodney to stay with her when he returned so he wouldn’t suspect anything.

Sarge also graciously accepted Marie Kelly into his abode, as a deliberate gesture to make Susan happy. Marie had her baby a few days before Michelle and Sarge knew it was the only way the woman would stay in the country until her sister’s baby was born. Moving the two new mothers into his home in the city to keep Susan company during her pregnancy kept all three women happy.

The stay in the African city was an oasis for all three women. A few months later Susan had her baby and it was one of the happiest moments of Sarge’s life. He wouldn't let Susan or the baby out his sight and if he did it was only when he went to work.

Sarge was constantly dreaming of ways to either keep control or get control. He eventually had the foresight to arrange a celebration for the new mothers, but mainly he wanted to give his son a special reward. If Kato wanted the goddess and relished Michelle having another baby with him, Sarge was prepared to do whatever it took to keep the woman in the country.

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

The festivities happened in Sarge's large family room and one minute the room was full of people and the next only four remained. It wasn't hard for Sarge to arrange for Susan, Marie Kelly and his wife and daughters to go back to the village with Thema and Nia.

The other guests were ushered out leaving Sarge and Kato sitting at a table with Michelle and Rodney. Before the couple had a chance to protest or complain, the elder statesman coaxed them into having a nightcap, a relaxing massage and a soak in his big hot tub. Sarge was a greedy man who wanted everything to go his way.

Rodney and Michelle had already consumed too much of Sarge’s mysterious nectar, but it was way too late for the couple to realize they had been drugged. Sarge led the way up the prominent stair-case to the majestic bedroom and everyone was seated at a small table in no time.

The table was about ten feet from the large hot tub and tiled bathroom area, which contained a massage table surrounded by two servants dressed in customary African garb. Rodney and Michelle readily drank from the large glasses given to them, which quickly added to their ultimate downfall.

One of Sarge's skilled servants motioned for Michelle, telling her that it was time for a relaxing massage. The combination of paralyzing drinks and quiet, surreal setting had a puzzling effect on both her and Rodney, which removed any doubts or hesitations. The secret drugs robbed their ability of muscle control, but not the ability for their eyes to convey messages to the brain.

Rodney's head spun like crazy, but he wasn't too sedated to know what was happening. He watched his wife who couldn't walk on her own being led across the dimly lit room by Kato and one of the massage girls. Kato and the girl easily coaxed Michelle into a prone position on top of the massage table and then the boy went to the hot tub.

When Kato swiftly undressed and stood beside the tub, Rodney’s eyes almost popped out of his head. Nude and proud, the young man displayed his growing hardon before he slowly stepped into the steamy water, as Rodney ripped his stare from Kato and focused on the real gem.

The two determined female servants had already stripped Michelle's clothes and left her naked on the massage table. One of the women poured a vast amount of oil over Michelle's back while the other woman massaged the radiant white flesh. Sarge's servants deviously seduced the sultry white woman because they were following strict orders.

Michelle lay flat on her stomach and one woman massaged her upper torso while the other concentrated on the lower extremities. The scene was powerful and riveting. Michelle's arms were out-stretched and fully extended above her head. The sides of her breasts were fully exposed and the glossy oil covered her everywhere.

Rodney noted Michelle’s legs were slightly spread and one sly woman often ran her fingers along the insides of Michelle's velvety thighs. Each time the woman's fingers grazed the vaguely exposed crotch, a low moan of distress sounded from the sedated victim.

The seductive scene mesmerized Rodney. All of a sudden the two women rolled Michelle over and he wanted to run across the room to save his wife. In a flash one woman squeezed warm, runny oil all over the front of Michelle's nudity and the other woman started rubbing it into the glistening, white flesh.

Rodney's eyes grew bigger when the one woman focused on the two overly developed boobs. She used both hands to squeeze Michelle's tits. Each time she circled the base of a titty, the woman slowly milked her fingers up to the end until only the elongated nipple was between the skilled fingertips.

The breast massage was spellbinding yet it didn't rival the next massage. Rodney noted how his wife's legs were forced apart, which left her entire crotch exposed to the African woman. He watched in awe when the oil spread and covered the area and then the sly woman performed magic.

The black hands rotated so fast they were a blur. Each time the fingers circled the upraised pelvis, one or two fingers dipped into the puffy labia. It was very obvious to the three men who were totally focused on the seduction that the victim was aroused.

Rodney was shocked and utterly amazed. He watched the expert massage of his wife's tits and noticed how both nipples were fully erect. The woman used fleeting pinching and squeezing to keep the buds hard and she constantly massaged each boob, which was covered with the abundance of oil.

The breast massage was something Rodney had not witnessed before; yet it was the lower massage that soon captured his full attention. He noted how the woman continuously poured oil over Michelle's pelvis and how the trail of liquid fire ran through the open crevice between the spread thighs.

It was when Rodney spotted the protruding clitoris that he thought something climatic might happen. Every few seconds the woman spread the swollen, oil-covered labia apart to expose the tender gem and then she flicked the clitty with her fingertips.

Luckily the woman never lingered and merely caressed the clitty enough to keep Michelle on the highest plateau of lust. Rodney knew his wife and how she reacted to stimulation so he was worried she might orgasm. Her body flinched and twitched with each nipple and clitoris seduction, but the devious women were too shrewd to go too far.

Rodney was entirely focused on Michelle’s alluring body and he never noticed the women drugging Michelle. First one and then the other woman sat Michelle up long enough for her to consume a few gulps of African potion and then the sexual massage continued. The only thing he perceived was how her body reacted to the constant molesting of her vulnerable clitty, as the skilled fingers kept it exposed and swollen.

It was as if he watched someone else and not his wife. Rodney actually prayed the seduction would be successful and that the two women would make the white woman suffer an untimely orgasm. Just when he expected a climax, the two women swiftly roused the white woman to her feet. They obediently led Michelle across the floor to the side of the tub where they left her standing.

The following scenes would forever linger in Rodney's drunken mind. Michelle’s head sort of rolled around on her shoulders and the overly sedated woman even had a worried smile on her pretty face. Kato stood up and his impressive length of steel lunged straight out from his slender hips. He slowly guided the wobbly woman into the hot water and helped her sit down beside him.

Kato sat with his wide, muscular back in the direction of the two onlookers and Rodney couldn't see the look on the young man's face. A shiver shot through his body when Kato’s left arm went around Michelle’s neck, pulling his wife into the teenager’s body. In no time Kato grew impatient. He forced the wobbly woman to stand and then he rotated Michelle around in front of him.

Rodney and Sarge watched in utter silence, as the mesmerizing scene transpired. Michelle's body was still coated with oil and the water barely beaded on her skin. Both men noted the sultry woman stand in front of Kato and her eyes were fully glazed, as if she was in a trance.

The contrasting bodies added immensely to the erotic scene and neither Sarge nor Rodney could refute the beauty and sexy appearance of the white woman. Merely sitting across the room and witnessing the sexual seductions unfold was enthralling to both men.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Without warning the woman climaxed. Her body started thrashing and jerking back and forth when a premature orgasm exploded in her belly. Kato was smart enough to realize the preceding massage and seduction had robbed Michelle's stamina and he quickly thrust his fingers into the raging furnace.

He instantly found the throbbing clitty and rolled the bud around as vigorously as possible in the small expanse between Michelle's legs. He yanked the clitoris from the puffy shelter and squeezed it with his fingertips until her hips eventually quieted.

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

The ensuing cock sucking was impressive as well as skillful. Rodney had to visualize his wife sucking the stellar African cock. Abruptly her mouth opened wider and Kato held onto Michelle’s hair, ensuring her mouth engulfed more of his cock. He rammed his cock into her throat until her eyes bulged and her chest heaved, as Michelle fought for air.

Rodney witnessed animal lust. Kato forced Michelle to swallow most of his cum before he quickly pulled his cock out of her mouth. Kato jumped back in the hot water and stood directly in front of Michelle. He deliberately sat down on one of the seats and pulled Michelle into his lap. Rodney knew something was dreadfully wrong, but his mindless stupor prevented any worthwhile reaction.

The young African put his hands on Michelle’s slender shoulders and deftly shifted her torso to the perfect position before he pushed downward. Rodney observed the exact moment Kato porked his wife. Michelle’s mouth flew open wife and her tongue rolled out of the corner of her mouth.

There was a vicious thrust of the teenager’s hips, as he drove upward with all of his might, and he almost lifted Michelle out of the water. Kato held motionless at the height of full penetration. Then he slowly dropped back to a seated position and it was apparent his cock was embedded in the distraught woman.

The erotic scene was a reflection of complete opposites. The husband assumed his wife experienced great pain and suffering, but in reality Michelle’s sanity was consumed by severe internal convulsions. Even drugged and out of her mind, Michelle’s womanly instincts took over. She rammed her hips down at the monster and swallowed every inch of the throbbing prick.

The African Goatweed consumed her brain and Michelle wanted it bad. Flashes of bright light went off in her head and she lost all control of her resolve. Michelle was expected to orgasm so she did! Kato turned her into a wanton bitch and suddenly she was unable to move a muscle or anything in her body, as she allowed the young man to control her every need.

There was intense throbbing and pulsations deep inside her being and Michelle knew each throb was sending African cum into her vulnerable womanhood. The molten lava filled her inner reservoir and she welcomed the raunchy, brute sex. All of a sudden she bucked; Michelle rolled and she rocked back and forth with the big cock buried in her belly.

Michelle was in another world and it would be hours before she realized what happened. She welcomed the lust and willingly surrendered her soul once again to Sarge’s son. Water splashed and she bounced wildly up and down, as she rode Kato’s manly cock. Her eyes bulged and Michelle stared across the room at two shadowy figures. One she recognized as the black man who controlled her spirit and owned her soul, but she was oblivious of the other’s identity.

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

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

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

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

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

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

The intermissions and interludes were short and very infrequent. It seemed Kato had limitless stamina due to ingesting plenty of the mysterious African stimulants and he appeared to use the pauses as a means of coming up with new and better intercourse.

Michelle and Rodney were powerless against the unfamiliar Goatweed and the couple were African sex toys for the entire night. The sun was coming up when everyone except Sarge fell asleep. Sarge watched the night of sexual rapture and he was thoroughly worked up when he departed for the village. He wanted only one thing and she was staying the night with his nieces, Nia and Thema.

Sarge left Michelle and Rodney drugged and totally under the control of Kato and his servants. He left specific instructions with his son that he was to keep the Americans sedated until he returned.

Kato was in his glory. He had power and full control over the one woman he adored and idolized. The best part was the mind-altering drug left Michelle sexual stimulated and dependent so he could do whatever he wanted without any repercussion. Kato relished the fact he had many hours with Michelle while Sarge attended the annual tribal rituals.

The entourage left late for the village so it was past midnight when they arrived. Sarge sent them early because he didn't want his family and in particular Susan to witness what happened to the American couple, as Michelle and Rodney were in for the sexual encounters of their lives. He planned watching the raunchy interracial sex and then he too would go to the village for a great African celebration.

Sarge’s men drove his wife and daughters to one of the family’s dwellings, which was kept for family visits to the village, while Nia insisted the sisters stay with her. Susan and Marie were a little reluctant with the arrangements, but they went along with Nia’s plan because there didn't seem to be any reasonable alternative. The babies were quickly put to bed and everyone else retired, as it had been a long day.

The sisters used the same room and Susan and Marie quietly undressed in the pitch darkness. "Did you notice how she... Michelle was out of it," Susan whispered. “She looked sedated to me.”

"Yes! There had to be something in her drink. I'll bet that man used drugs. The same ones he used on me, the bastard," Marie said. “He drugs a woman when he wants something from her.”

"He's not like that; Sarge didn't do anything. He would never do anything to Michelle," Susan replied, as she trusted the man.

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

"He’s not! He treats me with respect and dignity."

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

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

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

“Yes, well, someday you’ll understand, my dear. Oh geez, did you see Sarge’s son take Michelle’s hand and I’m sure they went straight to his bedroom. Sarge did tell me that the two women servants were expert masseuses and they were there to give Rodney sexual gratification.”

“Well I wouldn’t put anything past Sarge. He’d do just about anything to get what he wants, sis.”

They went to bed and fell asleep very quickly. Marie Kelly was probably the luckiest woman alive. Yes, it was dastardly that she was kidnapped and raped; even worse she got pregnant from lord knows which tribal juvenile male, but Sarge’s devious plan for her to have the baby in his country actually worked out for the best.

Marie managed to keep the secret of her interracial relationship from the rest of the world. In addition, her sister’s influence with Sarge saved Marie from suffering any physical harm during her stay in the African village. Marie also enjoyed the many comforts of home while staying with Sarge’s relatives, which certainly made the months of pregnancy more bearable.

Susan's influence ensured Marie's safety during her pregnancy and until the baby was born. Marie had been extremely skeptical at first because she didn't trust anyone except her sister and then she was shockingly separated from Susan. She endured the pregnancy in the African village, as best she could, and it all became worth it when the baby was placed on her chest right after being born.

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

When Marie had found out she was pregnant and even until the baby was born, she considered leaving the child in Africa or giving it up for adoption. Once the baby was in her arms, Marie wanted nothing more than to keep him and raise him on her own. Sarge's doctor was very accomplished and he ensured she and the other two mothers and babies were healthy while receiving excellent medical care.

Marie debated going back to the States right after the baby was born, but she relented when Susan pleaded with her to stay. "Wait until my baby is born. I would be grateful if you stayed here and waited... waited with me. I came to Africa for you and to be with you!"

Reluctantly Marie remained, but she did so under one definite condition. She demanded Sarge let her live in his mansion or she was prepared to leave for America as soon as the doctor said it was okay. Living in the city meant she had every comfort a woman could dream of, as all of Sarge’s servants and even his wife and daughters did everything to make Marie’s life comfortable.

The weeks had turned into months and before she knew it, Susan's baby was born. Marie assumed she would be staying with her sister for a couple of weeks and then they would all return to the States. When Marie brought up the subject of making arrangements to return home, Susan promptly informed her sister that she was not going home for some time.

Totally surprised by Susan's stunning announcement, Marie went ahead and booked the trip for herself. She was slightly hesitant about arriving home with her baby and it took hours of thoughtful planning to come up with viable things to say. In an email to her manager, Marie informed him of her plans and how she wanted him to tell the news agencies that she had adopted a baby from an African country.

The visit to Sarge’s village happened about a week and a half after Susan’s baby was born. They went because he planned a tribal celebration for all three women and their babies and Marie was actually happy when Sarge persuaded everyone to leave the party early. She knew something devious was going to happen to Michelle and she didn’t want to be present when it did.

Since Marie’s flight back to the States wasn’t for another week, she had lots of time to kill. When she went to the village, she did so with Susan, which meant she had nothing to worry about. The sisters had a fairly decent sleep and got up fairly early in the morning only to find out the day was already planned for them.

Sarge had deliberately scheduled their visit to coincide with a tribal celebration similar to the one over a year ago when so many things happened. Zuberi and other senior members of the tribe intended to indoctrinate young warriors into the tribe and also celebrate other national traditions, as they did every year.

Since the day itself was festive and mainly celebrated by men of the tribe, the women planned other activities to keep them busy. Thema wisely decided to take the sisters to visit a few ancient treasures and witness some interesting traditions before the official evening ceremonies.

They were gone for a few hours and Thema was a gracious hostess. When they returned to the village, the young queen discovered her young sister had scheming intentions, which evolved around the American sisters. Thema sat down with the sisters for something to eat and in a matter of minutes Susan and Marie were acting strangely.

“Nia! What are you doing? What did you put in their food... their drinks?” Thema asked her sister, knowing full well Nia had slipped something into the drinks.

“You not worry,” Nia replied. "You can stay if you wish... watch me have some fun with the actress and Sarge's woman."

"Nia, be careful! If you harm Sarge's woman in any way, he kill you. Be careful," Thema whispered. “You know Sarge considers Susan his mistress.”

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

Thema felt relieved. She knew her uncle was capable of just about anything and he certainly would be out for revenge if anything happened to his white mistress.

Nia had her evil clutches on the gorgeous American actress again and she wasn't going to miss another perfect opportunity for more gratification. Controlling and forcing the beautiful woman to be her slave and then having the young warriors rape Marie had been the biggest reward up to now. Nia glanced at Sarge's white goddess and wondered if there could be a greater accomplishment than having Susan as an obedient slave?

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

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

Nia led the way to a separate hut close to the town square where they observed the numerous men who were in full celebration mode. The evening ceremony was well underway when Marie suspected something was dreadfully wrong. Everyone had been drinking African refreshments and she had no idea that the ones given to her were different than the ones Nia and her friends consumed.

It was too late by the time Marie realized the tricky, young princess spiked her drinks. "We change. Put on costumes so we can join the celebrations," Nia informed the stunned woman.

There was a flurry of activity when Nia and her girlfriends all stripped. Marie's eyes opened wide in sheer amazement when the naked girls surrounded her and began taking off her clothes. In scant seconds she was also naked and being freely fondled by every one of the girls.

Abruptly Nia shoved a fresh drink into her hands and ordered her to drink. “Drink! We celebrate tribe’s ceremony for new warriors. Drink... we all drink and celebrate.”

Marie guzzled it without a second thought and then another drink was thrust into her hands. Her head was spinning out of control and nothing made sense to her yet she never refused to drink. “Eh yes, we celebrate,” she moaned.

Marie’s arms and legs seemed heavy and too thick to move around. Her eyes worked perfectly and her body remained petrified when one of the girls grabbed her. Marie tried to cry out when the girl grabbed her by the hair and yanked her head, tilting it backwards.

The drink fell to the floor and Marie tried to struggle. Her feeble protest was muffled when the girl kissed her hard and shoved her tongue down her throat. All of the girls tried to make their princess Nia happy so they readily took control of the white woman.

Nia watched her friends grope the actress, as each took turns trying to please their leader. One girl demonstrated the most demanding kiss while another feasted on Marie's succulent boobs. Nia noticed how the actress tried to protect her titties, but her arms were useless, as they were firmly pinned at her sides.

Nia’s girlfriend freely devoured one of the outstanding nipples before switching to the other, which left both buds extremely hard and erect and covered with spit. When Marie grew taller and stood on her tiptoes, Nia knew another girl was molesting Marie’s crotch.

The girl finger-fucked the helpless actress and Nia couldn’t tell how many fingers were buried inside the squirming woman. Then the most profound moment happened when Marie’s seductive body seemed to hang in midair, balancing not on one but on two hands. Nia looked behind Marie and witnessed one of the African teenagers christening the supple white ass.

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

Suddenly the scene got even hotter. Two girls each had one of the hard nipples in their mouths and clearly showed their sharp teeth, which raked back and forth across the hardened pebbles. The other two girls used their fingers like pros, as one finger-fucked Marie's pussy while the other fucked her defenseless ass.

Marie had no idea how long the molestation continued. She was completely exhausted when it stopped and someone whispered in her ear. "That enough. You enjoy fucking with my friends, but I have other goal," Nia whispered. "You whore for young warriors!"

Abruptly everyone had something to do. Nia and her friends retrieved their clothing and the young princess handed Marie a brightly colored dress. She motioned for Marie to get dressed and stood impatiently with her hands on her hips and a deadly serious grin on her pretty face.

Marie frantically glanced around for her discarded undergarments, but she quickly realized it was the dress-wrap or nothing. She donned the typical African garb and shivered at the thought of being caught without anything else.

Suddenly the African teenagers easily cradled their captive and escorted the bewildered and sedated woman the short distance around the village square to the dreadful barn. The dress left no doubt about Marie's sexy body and the thin material did little to hide the fact she wasn't wearing underwear.

Marie was jostled around until the girls managed to pin her on a large bed of straw. She was flat on her back and spread out like a sacrifice to some religious god. Marie didn't know if her arms and legs were actually tied out to her sides or if she just couldn't move them because of the powerful drinks.

The scene was titillating. Marie’s head was planted on a pile of straw and her glassy eyes stared up at the black, empty space. There was an intense fireball in her guts. Marie thought back, through a haze in her brain, to her previous kidnapping episode when the sly tribal members deviously slipped the African Goatweed into her food and drink.

The memory was startling. The powerful drug had gotten rid of her inhibitions and willpower and left her easy prey. She recalled being completely out of it and powerless when numerous men of the tribe had sex with her that first time. All of a sudden the burning in her tummy was exactly the same. Her eyes remained wide open and glassy when three young warriors approached.

Marie desperately wanted to fight and prevent any molesting, but the giggling girls held her arms and legs. She opened her mouth to say something or at least protest, but nothing came out. One of the young warriors stood over her outstretched torso and there was a brightly colored loincloth covering his midsection, but there was no hiding his obvious aroused state.

The sedation made her groggy yet Marie was well aware she was going to suffer a sexual encounter. She blinked several times, trying to focus on the protruding tent in front of the young warrior’s hips, and naively hoped that everything was merely a bad dream. It was the strangest feeling in the world when everything happened in dramatic slow-motion.

The young warrior instantly grabbed the two obvious knobs in the front of her dress and Marie squealed when he squeezed her nipples in an overzealous manner. She tried to move her arms to protect herself, but it was impossible with Nia’s girlfriends pinning them down.

Marie arched her back and she felt her dress haphazardly wind up around her upper thighs. One instant the garment barely covered her bare crotch and the next the hem was bunched up around her waist. Nia was in her glory. She purposely rolled the hem of the dress upwards so that the three young warriors could witness a real woman.

Nia leaned down and put her mouth next to Marie’s ear. "Don't be shy. Let the boys see that you are a whore. Let them see your wet pussy." Nia licked an ear and spoke in a most taunting manner. "They have never seen a woman before. You be their first fuck... their whore!"

Marie felt totally helpless and unable to fight against the powerful princess because of the drugs and strange African sedatives. She felt hands on her torso and then the skimpy dress was stripped. Her legs were easily pried apart and the cool air washed over her nakedness, but instead of having a cooling affect it seemed to heat up the bare flesh.

“No, no, I can’t, please no,” Marie pleaded, as the memory of being kidnapped flashed in her head. She noticed the young warrior reach for his loincloth and she squeezed her eyes closed, too afraid to watch what happened. “No, no, it can’t be happening... it’s a dream.”

Abruptly Nia forced her sex-slave into a seated position and poured more tainted drink down her throat. "Open eyes... not miss anything," she ordered. “You now be good girl... very good girl.”

Marie realized what would happen because it was just like last time. She stared straight ahead, as the young warrior ripped off his loincloth and left his rock-hard cock bobbing up and down in free space. With a stern and abrupt jerk, Nia forced her backwards again and onto her back, as two of her devilish girlfriends pinned Marie's legs apart.

The young warrior stood menacing between her thighs and Marie wanted to scream. Something touched her bare crotch and she arched her back in an effort to see what the young African was doing. Her eyes practically bulged out of her head when she watched a hardened black prick being rubbed up and down through her unprotected crotch.

Marie focused on the warrior's fingers, which were tightly wrapped around his thick penis, but she lost sight of the bulbous head, as it was pushed down through her slit. Her hips jumped when the head rubbed across her clitoris and then she gasped out loud when it slipped into the entrance of her honey-hole.

When the young warrior shifted his cock downward an inch or two and teased her puckered asshole in a most taunting fashion, Marie almost fainted. She wiggled and twisted her hips begging for pity yet none was forthcoming, as he threatened to enter her anal opening, but then moved towards his real goal.

The warrior swooped his cock through the wet opening again and then crushed her clitty before repeating the damning act over and over. Soon the head of his cock and much of the long shaft were completely coated with slick, womanly oil.

All of a sudden Marie couldn't breathe, as the wind was knocked out of her chest. The teenage warrior felt his illustrious cock coated with woman juices for the very first time and he couldn't resist. He plowed his hips at the sexy gorgeous, white woman and felt the volcanic hole burn his lengthy cock until he was fully embedded in his first cunt.

The warrior started screwing her like a wild savage and Marie's brain knew something was dreadfully wrong. Even in her sedated state, she realized the time of month was dangerous. If she had sex now, it was very possible that she would get pregnant again.

Marie tried desperately to close her legs, but it was impossible with the slender teenager mounted on top of her. Suddenly Nia decided to punish the famous white actress and display more of her supreme control. "You whore for Atsu. He not yet warrior, but soon!"

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

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

“No, please Nia, please no,” Marie begged.

The young princess laughed out loud and encouraged the young tribal member. There was something strange yet unique about these tribal males. Young and inexperienced, the young warriors seemed to possess profound stamina and longevity.

Atsu rode the bucking bronco determined to break her will and ride her to the very end. He pumped his cock in and out and each time reached the limit of her womanhood, which brought a dire moan out of Marie. Then Atsu huffed and puffed in a frenzied state and Marie realized the teenager was filling her with his virile African seed.

She cried yet there were no tears. Teenagers and any of the young men she had intercourse with in the States would climax within minutes and some within seconds of entry. Atsu continued the frenzied pace after his orgasm began and pumped his powerful hips until the end of his climax.

There was no respite for Marie. Atsu rolled off her outstretched frame and his brother quickly took up the challenge. The last thing in the world Marie ever imagined was being cooperative or a willing partner. Her inner voice screamed for them to stop and she couldn't prevent Nia from pouring more African juice down her throat.

Marie was placed into a seated position each time Nia forced her to drink. The Goatweed ran out the corners of her mouth and down her chest until it coated both boobs in a truly seductive manner. Then Nia slammed her down on her back again and wrapped her strong fingers in the curly locks of hair. "You fuck black cock. Fuck black cock and make Nia happy... or else!!"

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

Luckily the straw-bed was wide enough and he had room to lie down beside Marie. Even before he did anything, Nia and the other girls cheered him on. The young warrior fisted his cock and held it positioned straight up in the air. Then he asked his friends to help. Marie wondered what was happening when hands grabbed her arms, legs and body. She was lifted and held above the young warrior, as the teen voiced explicit orders to his friends.

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

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

The young warrior had never seen anything like it. First he ogled the bouncing titties and then he slapped them in an effort to keep them bobbing and swaying. The cheering got louder when the young warrior grabbed Marie’s shapely ass-checks. He cleverly supported her body and bounced her up and down much to the delight of the onlookers.

Marie's luscious tits bounced freely so the twins and the girls all feasted on the delicious sight, as their friend fucked the delirious white woman. It wasn't long before the teen grunted and moaned and everyone in the secluded barn became aware of his orgasm. Marie mistakenly assumed her turmoil would be finished once the three had ravaged her, but the biggest shock of her life was yet to come.

Nia wanted more. The princess leaned closer and made sure Marie could hear. "Belly full of cum... much warrior cum. Now you show Nia that you real whore," she whispered. "Now you orgasm! You orgasm with Atsu's cock inside belly."

Marie Kelly was defeated. She merely sat on top of the young warrior, as he squeezed out the last few drops of African cum, and she kept her eyes shut. "Nuf... no, no more. Naaaooo," she whimpered. “I can’t.”

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

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

Nia wanted them to do more. She correctly assumed the stamina of three immature males would be short and premature at first, but be prolonged during a second episode. There was no need to feed Marie more mind-altering drugs, as the woman was completely under the influence of the unfamiliar African aphrodisiac.

Nia quickly commanded Atsu to take charge while she rained kisses all over Marie's face, neck and shoulders. She held Marie’s head up so she could see everything that happened to her. With her arms outstretched and her back arched, Marie witnessed Atsu kneeling between her widespread thighs.

The young warrior held his rejuvenated cock at the base with two fingers and devilishly waved the head up and down in a threatening manner. Each time Atsu twisted his cock downward, he slapped Marie directly on her upraised pelvis. The sensations were indescribable. Her glazed eyes opened as wide as possible and Marie watched the pounding meat spank her pelvis until Atsu grew impatient.

Marie had difficulty controlling her heart rate and her breathing became very uneven, as the young warrior followed Nia’s script. Atsu shifted slightly downward and craftily slapped the pink slit, causing her clitoris to throb. Much to Marie's horror, Nia put her fingers on the puffy labia and spread them apart so that everyone could see the swollen jewel.

Marie's hips jumped and jerked each time Atsu slapped her open slit and she uttered moan after moan while staring at the demoralizing spanking. When the princess thought Marie was teetering on the edge, she signaled Atsu. He held the head of his cock on top of the rosy clitty and deftly rolled the bud around with the flared end. Then he shifted his hips backwards again and this time he came forward and hit the waiting hole.

The greased head of his cock entered Marie's pussy and the onlookers could tell she experienced confusion when her breathing stopped. Marie held her breath for the longest time and eventually her belly was full of cock. Her crazed brain made believe it was her last boyfriend who she had adored, which restored her breathing just in time.

Marie rolled her head to the side, but there was no way of evading the devious Nia. She heard the girl's stern, demanding voice and wondered if Nia was crazy. "You do it. Do it now," Nia whispered. "Be woman for Atsu and show Nia that you his whore."

"Women? Whore?"

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

"Cock?"

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

"Cream?"

"Show Nia that you Atsu's whore."

"Whore?"

"Not yet... we wait."

"Wait?"

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

"Wait?"

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

The barn got extremely quiet and everyone watched the royal fucking with great anticipation. "I saw it. You whore," Nia whispered. "Cumming all over black cock. Mistress very happy."

"Happy?"

"Yes. Very happy."

"Yeaaaaa... eeeeaaa!" Even drugged Marie knew something wasn't right. It was impossible. She wasn't even turned on or the slight bit aroused; she vowed to win the battle.

“Yes, yes, Nia happy!”

Suddenly her hips thrust upwards just as the wild stallion bucked. The warrior ripped through her cervix and into the hot sanctuary of her womanly being. Hot searing lava washed all over her tender womb and somehow her hips remained fully extended, allowing the warrior to ravage her soul.

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

Atsu was in control. His strong hands hugged the top of Marie's hips and his fingers dug into the small waist. He held her ass off the straw bed and pumped his powerful hips, as he blasted jets of cum into her deepest regions. Rendered helpless by the sudden orgasm, she surrendered to the continuous convulsions in her womanly being.

Bloated with an overload of cum, Marie rode the out of control roller coaster wondering if it would ever stop. The demoralizing climax literally left Marie a rag doll. Her body belonged to the princess and her young friends. Marie imagined rolling away from the young warrior and getting out of his grasp, but not a muscle moved in her immobile body.

Atsu's twin brother listened to the tribal princess and he relished having the white goddess a second time. He followed Nia’s instructions and easily picked up the slender woman, turning her over. Flat on her stomach, Marie felt her hips being raised and suddenly her ass was high in the air because she balanced on her knees.

The third warrior was promised a royal blowjob. He grabbed Marie's shoulders and raised her up until she was in the perfect doggie position on her hands and knees. Marie had no idea what was in store and simply remained obedient and docile.

There was movement behind her and she shivered when the twin brother positioned himself for another sexual encounter. Her assumption was correct, but the exact details were way off. Marie felt the head of the African's cock being swiped through her soaked hole and readied herself for another entry.

Without warning, the teenager pulled backwards and shifted the head of his cock upwards just the slightest amount. Her mouth opened and she let out the loudest gasp, as the cunning warrior rammed his hips at her bare ass. The cum-covered head of his cock entered the small hole and many inches of his cock slithered into the darkest haven.

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

It would always be remembered as the night from Hell. Already ravaged by the tribal teenagers, suddenly the worst possible sexual encounter happened. Eventually the twin pumped his cock in and out, as he relished anal sex with Nia’s sex slave, and his friend forced much of his cock into Marie's mouth.

"Not take out... keep cock in mouth," Nia ordered, as she demanded complete obedience. "You suck... give blowjob. Keep cock in mouth and drink much cum."

Confused and unable to fight the powerful princess, Marie resigned to the fact she was an African sex toy. Both young warriors readied for their approaching climaxes just as one of Nia’s girlfriends ran into the crowded area. The girl had been standing guard outside and she rushed up to her young leader.

The girl shouted a warning in her native tongue and everyone hurried into action. "Someone come. Big man from Sarge's army comes. Hurry, we go."

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

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

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

There appeared to be something left lying on the big pile of straw and Mosi hesitated before heading in that direction. Suddenly the barn was deathly quiet, as all of the giggling teenagers were gone. Mosi slowly walked across the open area and stopped once he recognized that it was a person lying in front of him.

Mosi shivered when he noticed it was a naked white woman and he nervously glanced all around the barn to see if there was still someone around. Then he bent over the woman who was curled up and facing away from him. Mosi literally picked up the dazed woman, cradling her in his powerful arms.

He recognized the gorgeous white actress and Mosi assumed the scheming Nia and her friends abducted Marie Kelly. He cursed the departed teenagers, but his anger quickly turned to sympathy when he hugged Marie in a most comforting fashion. When she returned his embrace, he felt extremely pleased.

The awful memory of the kidnapping incident flashed into his head and sent shivers up and down his spine. Mosi regretted his involvement and he never wanted to hurt the American woman. Ever since the kidnapping, he developed intimate feelings for Marie and suddenly they blossomed, as he held her in his arms.

Mosi thought back to the prearranged kidnapping. He felt tremendous relief knowing Marie never saw his face during the entire episode so she wouldn’t recognize him. It meant she wasn't aware he was the rebel leader who raped her and Mosi was grateful for the hidden fact.

Too sedated to know what happened in the barn, Marie blinked her eyes at her savior. Mosi looked vaguely familiar yet she wasn't sure where or when she'd seen the man before. She didn't struggle when he carried her out of the barn and simply closed her eyes, relishing the fact she was being rescued.

The night was still fairly young so Mosi carried the beaten woman to his temporary abode. Marie was either sleeping or passed out when Mosi laid her on his bed. She was covered up with a warm blanket and left alone for what could have been hours, as her next awareness was being awakened from the most vivid hallucination.

Marie was lifted and carried out of the peaceful bedroom to a washroom. It was still dark outside and there were no lights on in the house so she simply relished the final moments of her dream. Marie heard water running and the next thing she felt was hot, soothing water streaming down her overly exhausted body.

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

Mosi couldn't take his eyes off her sexy body and he noticed her radiant beauty even in the dim lighting. Again he cursed the young warriors who supposedly ravaged the innocent visitor and he promised to take care of Marie. He turned Marie around and stood behind her, as he continued washing her seductive body.

The hot water hit her just below the chin and splashed all over her arms and chest. Marie closed her eyes and enjoyed the wonderful sensations, as the big hands caressed her in an intimate fashion. What transpired seemed natural and very normal, as her head sort of rolled backwards and rested on the man's chest.

Mosi reached around Marie and he applied soap to her tummy and all the way down to her pelvis. She stood in the man's arms and sensed there was something very different about the rugged man. Her mind was not clouded and the effects of the drugs had worn off so she was slightly unsure if she should really trust him.

When Mosi rinsed the soap off the front of her body, tiny jolts of electricity shot through her when his hands rubbed up and down the front of her torso. She kind of wished the man would keep touching her, but then he stopped.

Mosi shut off the water and wrapped a towel around her upper body, securing it above her boobs. He stepped out of the shower enclosure and reached back to easily scoop Marie up in his arms. He carried her back to the bed and deftly set her down.

Marie stood between the bed and the wall and faced her savior. All of a sudden she remembered who he was and reasoned Mosi was a good man. The look on her face sent pangs of fear through the security guard and he held his breath when she spoke.

"You are a guard at the airport... one of Sarge's men," she whispered. It was the first time in her life that Marie knew ahead of time what to do. Her mind was made up. She reached for the corner of the towel that was tucked in and slowly unfastened it. The towel fell to the floor and she didn't care if Mosi stared at her nakedness.

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

Suddenly Marie looked down and saw it. She swore it was the biggest cock yet she wasn't afraid. Slowly and deliberately Mosi turned her sideways until she faced the blank wall. He lifted her hands and placed the palms about shoulder height and spread apart on the wall. Then he stood directly behind her with his big hands placed on top of hers, as if pinning her hands on the wall.

Marie was well aware of what would happen and yearned for the make-believe punishment. She readily spread her feet when she felt Mosi nudging them apart and then her breathing stopped, as the head of Mosi’s cock pushed against the back of her upper thighs.

It had to be! She spread her legs wider and allowed his cock to penetrate her wetness. Marie lifted her right leg a small amount and felt the head slip into her precious opening. There was a pause, as the flared head spread the puffy pussy-lips, and Marie held her breath. She deliberately stood taller until she was fully extended on her tiptoes, hoping to remain sacred forever.

Her shivering body sort of collapsed against the wall and she had to turn her face to the side so she could breathe. Mosi understood her needs; he held steady and refused to succumb to temptation. Time seemed to stand still, as he felt her body shiver when she tried to remain motionless.

Marie tensed slightly when the head of his cock entered her honey-hole, but she didn't dare move a muscle. It was the weirdest yet the nicest feeling in the world. Marie bent her toes and let her body drop one inch, two inches, and then three inches.

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

When Mosi straightened his legs, he thrust his hips at the perfect angle. His raging cock sliced through her womanly being and consumed her spirit. Marie spread her legs and gave Mosi all the freedom he needed. It was probably the slowest and the most deliberate intercourse either experienced.

Mosi thrust his powerful hips and surged to his tiptoes, driving his cock to the hilt. He held his cock fully embedded for many seconds before slowly bending his knees and returning his feet to the floor. Marie was able to take many short, quick breathes when he lowered himself and then he straightened his legs again with the power of a madman.

Each time Mosi’s cock entered her inner being, she stopped breathing and severe convulsions occurred in her deepest regions. Marie moaned and groaned knowing it would encourage the man and then a severe spasm tore through her belly. The feeling was profound and she marveled at how the seemingly controllable desire turned into something else.

Her stomach tightened and Marie pushed down and backwards as hard as she could. The cock couldn’t get any deeper and she willingly gave her spirit to the black god. Marie surrendered to lust; she literally cried with happiness when she felt Mosi’s cock swell in size and then explode.

It was time for stern action. Mosi squeezed the slender hips with his strong hands and each time he thrust his hips upwards, he rammed her hips downwards. He understood her need for penance and slammed his cock into her with brute force. The vast juices coated his cock, which made it easier to pound her pussy, and Mosi was amazed when her body went into violent convulsions.

The luscious body jerked wildly, as the orgasm rolled over the crest and lust consumed her being. When Marie drove back at Mosi, he rammed her into the wall. The scene would have been interpreted as raunchy and crude to an onlooker yet the sexual aspect was full of love and devotion.

Marie's head was clear and salvation was upon her. The night from Hell could be forgotten if this man saved her. She welcomed Mosi’s seed and if nothing else, she could blame any pregnancy on this encounter. Suddenly there was a newfound willingness to please, as her hips jerked frantically at her black lover.

It might have been the lingering effects of the Goatweed or just the thought of not being a captive anymore, but Marie experienced a memorable orgasm. Even the thought of it being the wrong time of month and a time when she was the most vulnerable didn't diminish her shuddering climax.

The outside temperature in the African countryside was hot and the inside temp soared. The sun was already up when Marie fell asleep and the next thing she remembered was someone stirring beside her. She was extremely exhausted yet strangely it didn't stop her emotions from waking up to join in a promising sexual encounter.

Hands tenderly massaged her tired muscles and seemed to caress every sensual spot on her body, making it impossible to open her eyes. Moans filled the small room when large hands cupped her boobs and a hot mouth sucked one of her hardened nipples.

Marie didn't have to be told to spread her legs. She willingly opened them and her heart almost stopped when something touched the core of her crotch. Without warning her body was rolled and she wound up on top of the overpowering black man.

Her legs parted and Marie planted her knees on either side of Mosi’s hips. She felt the lengthy dagger running through her open crotch and purposely pressing directly on her pussy-slit, as her breathing held because she knew what to expect.

Totally obedient and motionless, Marie felt the prodding just before her hips were forced skyward. Suddenly the man's hands closed on the cheeks of her bare ass and his fingers dug into the soft, velvety flesh. Stars filled her head and blinked brightly, which made it hard to think straight. Marie opened her mouth to say something, but all that came out were loud gasps of air, as the stiff pecker embedded in her womanly being.

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

Marie’s mind was made-up in a heartbeat. Mosi was the only one who showed sincere compassion and concern for her well-being so she relented, surrendering her soul to the man. Marie rode his stellar cock for what seemed like an eternity and then for the first time she stared into his dark, mesmerizing eyes.

They were lovers; they stared at each other and the lust exploded simultaneously deep inside their bellies. Their hips jerked frantically at each other and also randomly, but one thing remained evident. Mosi’s orgasm was matched in fury and intensity by Marie's and the climaxes flooded their brains with an animal lust.

It was the most comforting feeling when the tidal wave slowly subsided. The waves rolled back off the sandy shore and Marie collapsed in Mosi’s arms, as she felt totally sheltered by the big security guard. They both fell asleep and neither noticed the end of the tribal celebration or the bright morning sun, as it moved across the sky.

For the first time since coming to the foreign African country, Marie felt safe and protected. She was extremely grateful for Mosi rescuing her from the savage barn orgy and the only thing she could do now was pray she wasn’t pregnant.

Susan sat at the table and suddenly everything got blurry. She blinked her eyes many times trying hard to make the images clearer; she even moved her head from side to side, but her eyes couldn't focus on anything.

All of a sudden Thema was beside her and the young woman encouraged her to drink. Susan took a sip and then another until the glass was empty. In a flash Thema refilled the glass and forced more down Susan's throat. The glass tipped too much and firewater leaked out of the sides, trickling down the corners of Susan's mouth.

Susan felt the liquid running down her chin and falling onto her chest. Instead of fretting or worrying about spilling, she simply laughed out loud, as if it was a big joke. Her hand fell off the glass and yet the glass didn't fall, which made her laugh even harder.

Thema held the glass to the drunken woman’s lips and forced her to gulp more of the sedative before she was satisfied. Every now and then she heard loud yelling coming from the village square, as the numerous men reveled in the scheduled rituals, and the sounds added to the excitement of the whole evening.

Susan couldn't remember feeling more tipsy. She had never been severely drunk or even slightly inebriated in her life so she was completely unfamiliar with any loss of control. The alcohol was one thing, but the effect of the strange African tranquilizer was something Susan had never experienced.

Nothing in particular happened for the first couple of hours and she never even noticed that Nia and Marie were missing. When Mosi chased Nia and her girlfriends out of the barn, the young princess immediately returned to the initial party.

Nia was already overly aroused and so full of passion and desire that she couldn't wait. She had no trouble adding some secret sedative to her sister's drinks as well as giving Susan more, although the woman had long ago drank more than she could handle. The young princess knew exactly what she wanted.

Nia was well aware of her sister's one weak moment when Thema succumbed to temptation. She had watched Thema and Michelle together and planned taking advantage of her sister’s desire for another woman, which was unheard of in their culture.

Caught completely off guard, Thema was roughly jerked to her feet by her young sister. Nia also grabbed the hand of the drunken white woman and instantly started running down the street pulling both women behind her. The two African women giggled out loud when they ran so Susan did the same thing, as it seemed like the right thing to do.

The three ran together and Nia managed to steady both sedated women and soon they burst into a dimly lit building, which Nia had setup for the evening soiree. A barn, a house, a shed, Susan had no idea where she was.

Suddenly she was turning around and around and the abrupt turns simply added to her already dizzy state. Her knees gave away and she thundered into the pitch darkness, as her eyes rolled back into her forehead. She vaguely felt something strange and out of the ordinary, but her drunken state made it impossible to think straight.

Susan had no idea why another woman lay beside her and she simply waited for something to happen. The scene had two zombies laying absolutely motionless when a young vivacious woman took off all of their clothes. Susan and Thema were stripped of their clothes and also any shame, as Nia ordered them to embrace.

They fell into each other’s arms and the temptress put her lips directly on her sister’s ear. “You want to... do it! Make the white woman your very own slave just like you did with Michelle," she whispered. "Do it to her!"

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

"What would Zuberi... other members of the tribe think of their queen, who had sex with white woman... with Michelle," Nia said. "Thema be disgraced if they know what you did with Michelle."

"Naaaa, no one must find out," Thema whispered.

"It secret... if you obey! Kiss her," Nia ordered. “Kiss naked woman or else I tell.”

Thema never meant to kiss the woman, but it happened. Suddenly the two women were locked in the tightest embrace and kissing with a desperate passion. It was definitely the result of the unique African aphrodisiac or love potion, but neither woman was aware of any strange substance in their body.

Nia continued prodding and encouraging her sister and soon the petting turned into desire and the desire turned into lust. Susan had no control over what she felt or what she wanted and it was the weirdest feeling of her life. A knee pried her legs apart and she willingly spread them, which allowed Thema to push against her womanly treasures.

The bony knee pushed directly on her wetness and Susan encouraged the seduction. She humped the leg like a dog in heat and wondered what was wrong with her normally rational sensuality, as she never lost control during sex. When the kiss broke, she welcomed the demanding hands on her thighs, which were spread apart as far as possible.

Deft fingers touched the wetness between her legs and then something so hot and powerful closed over her opening. When the scorching mouth devoured her precious clitoris, Susan almost creamed. Her throbbing jewel was sucked hard and Thema used her tongue to slap the clitty around. The village queen used her teeth to perfection and she nibbled tenderly until she heard the appropriate response.

Susan's hips jumped at the hungry mouth and she didn't understand the profound lust. Then a mere few seconds turned into an eternity. Sharp teeth surrounded her clitty and nibbled on the swollen bud while the tongue expertly massaged and stroked the delicate clitoris. Suddenly the tongue jabbed into her hole like a fleeting rapist and Susan let go.

The womanly juices erupted from her epicenter and filled Thema’s mouth, as the cunnilingus consumed their drugged minds. Susan frantically reached for the thick curly, black hair and she tried to pull the woman’s head tighter into her crotch. The orgasm was fast and furious and lasted the longest time, which resulted in her body being completely covered with sweat after her body was rocked by severe spasms.

Nia relished being in control. Susan’s climax was barely finished when the princess forced her sister upwards until she was beside the delirious woman. Nia grabbed Susan by the hair and jerked her head to the side so that her face brushed against Thema’s bare chest.

Her resistance was brief, as Susan held her mouth closed until the stern, swift jerk of her hair by the young villain. Without a second thought, Susan devoured an erect nipple into her scorching mouth and she heard the desperate cries from Thema, as the woman uttered a feeble protest.

When Nia grabbed the woman’s arm and moved her hand to Thema’s other boob, Susan obediently seized the waiting nipple. The combination of sucking and squeezing forced another protest out of Thema, but the only thing Susan heard was a demanding voice in her head.

"Good! Feel her tits... suck the big nipples," Nia whispered. "Thema is Queen... now you in control!"

Susan was unable to say anything and she merely listened and obeyed. A hand on the back of head pushed downward and more of the black tit went into her mouth. She sucked and rolled the hardened nipple around inside her mouth, which brought more moans and groans from the sedated queen.

Both nipples throbbed and felt twice their size, as Thema felt the desire building inside her belly. She desperately wanted to push the woman away, but strangely her arms seemed paralyzed and it was much easier to merely remain still.

The experience with another woman was completely unfamiliar yet Susan was controlled by the African aphrodisiac. Her head was guided and pushed downward and her mouth continued kissing until reaching the soft indent of Thema’s bellybutton. When she stabbed her tongue into the hole, a loud moan sounded throughout the small bedroom.

It seemed natural to rain kisses over the entire belly and soon her tongue licked the stubble of a woman’s pelvis. The scent of an obvious bitch in heat worked magic on her internal resolve and Susan coated the furry mound with saliva.

Even her sedated mind knew what to do. Susan kissed and licked the entire area around the evident center of the magnetic odor and then she tasted a cunt for the first time. One more drug wasn't required to stimulate Susan, but the aphrodisiac from the soaked pussy didn’t hurt, as she thrust her tongue up and down through the puffy labia.

Susan noticed the woman’s hips jump and jerk wildly every time she touched the swollen clitty so she molested the upstanding bud, knowing the caresses would have a lustful outcome. Thema’s whimpering sounded surreal, as Susan rolled the extended clitoris around vigorously with her tongue until Thema almost creamed. Then Susan sucked the throbbing jewel hard and tried to devour the entire clit.

The crotch got wetter and wetter and Susan dutifully swallowed as much of the womanly juices as possible. Thema’s body was out of control and she surrendered to the powerful lust without any guilt or remorse.

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

Her emotions were still sky-high and her heart raced, but Thema realized it was time to leave. She practically ran out of the small abode and headed for home without another thought of protecting the defenseless white woman. Nia instantly jumped into bed with Susan and was naked in the blink of an eye.

Susan caught a glimpse of the departing Thema, but there was no time to dwell on what had just happened. She was a strong woman, but no match for a spoiled African princess. A tight embrace ensued and nothing she did prevented Nia’s clever seduction.

The teenage temptress grabbed the woman’s head and forced it between her crudely splayed legs. Nia intertwined her long fingers in Susan’s curly hair and pulled hard until her face was entrenched in her crotch. Even in a dazed state, Susan performed admirable cunnilingus, as her mouth covered the leaking slit.

Susan tongued the thrashing princess until there were obvious signs of an orgasm. When she thrust her finger into Nia’s honey-hole and finger-fucked her, the room filled with loud guttural groans and moans of a beast. One violent convulsion followed by another and then it was a steady stream of body-shaking convulsions, which tore through Nia’s inner being.

It was an earth-shaking orgasm and the best part was the fact the night was still young. When the climax slowly came to an end, Nia turned her complete sexual appetite on Susan. She easily over-came any pity protests from her white slave and relished having complete control over such an adorable woman.

Susan had a terrible feeling in the pit of her stomach when she woke up. Her head throbbed like crazy from consuming extensive sedatives and she didn’t dare move. She was flat on her back and her eyes were fixed on a dark spot directly above her on the ceiling. There was an arm flung across her chest and Susan knew whose it was without turning her head to look beside her.

The sun was bright and the room was getting hotter, as Susan tried to recall anything that happened. 'Oh gawd, what have I done?' She had a bad feeling of being promiscuous with the young African princess and her stomach churned with great anxiety.

The room was deathly quiet. She glanced to her left and observed a peaceful Nia sleeping. There were covers over their bodies and Susan knew she was completely naked yet she prayed it was all merely a bad dream. When the sleeping princess cupped her right boob, she was afraid to move or remove the girl’s hand from her tit.

All of a sudden Nia’s dark eyes opened and a big smile crossed her pretty face. Susan stared into the paralyzing eyes and felt a sudden tug on her nipple, which instantly turned the bud into a rock-hard pebble. Her stomach was a sea of stormy waves and the trance was broken in a heartbeat by a loud knock at the door.

In less than a second, Nia was out of bed. The teenager dressed in mere seconds and rushed to the door in a frantic state, knowing she might be in trouble. Susan heard Nia greet a guest and she recognized the man’s voice right away.

At first glance, Sarge was worried. He noted the extreme flushed state of his young niece and then he entered the bedroom to find Susan’s face etched with shear agony. He rushed across the room and quickly sat down of the edge of the bed. “You sick? You don’t look good,” he said, with a concerned tone to his voice.

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

"Yes! The drink here is different. I should have warned you," Sarge said and held her hands.

"My head... gawd, it is pounding so badly and I think it might explode."

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

“Yes... sleep.”

Sarge leaned over and gave her a big embrace. He hugged Susan and tenderly put her head against his muscular chest, as he watched his niece fidget in the doorway.

Instantly Susan closed her eyes, feeling tremendous relief yet some nagging images of haunting events of the past few hours flashed through her head. There was a subtle throbbing from her nipples and then a vivid flashback of a grinning princess filled her head. Her arms moved in a protective fashion, but it didn’t stop the dream of someone molesting her boobs.

Susan squeezed her eyes shut a little harder and her fantasy merely clicked over to another image. This one had her legs crudely spread and a hungry lioness was performing magically cunnilingus on her. Susan had never experienced sex with a woman before last night and suddenly she realized she could never say that again.

More erotic images flashed through her mind and each one detailed herself in the throes of one orgasm after another. "Yes, more sleep and I'll be okay," Susan whispered, as she welcomed Sarge’s loving embrace. "Just a few more minutes and I'll be good."

“Yes, you rest,” Sarge replied and kissed her on the cheek.

With an abrupt jerk, she sat up in bed. "Oh my god, Marie! I was supposed to protect her," she cried. It was like a slap on the cheek when she got hit with guilt for not being with her sister during a night of joyous celebrations.

Sarge also had lingering effects of a late night and too much to drink, but he was used to such hangovers. He smiled at Susan and then put his lips next to her ear. "Sister okay. She with Mosi and he protect her. Mosi very dependable," Sarge whispered. "They spend night together."

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

"Sister very safe. Mosi want Marie for his woman... marry her."

"What?"

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

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

"Yes, first you rest... then we go. She with Mosi now and stay with him until we go back to city this evening."

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

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

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

Marie was flabbergasted. She noticed Mosi wave his hand and suddenly the two teenagers walked across the room, each carrying a tray of food and drinks. It might have appeared very futile, but Marie tried for modesty by placing an arm across her chest and a hand over her pelvis.

The supposed servants acted on prearranged orders. Marie was unaware that Mosi’s status in the tribe entitled him to special privileges whenever he visited the village. Duna was a teenage boy and he carried his tray to Marie, setting it in her lap. Amara who was one of the prettiest girls in the tribe served Mosi in the same manner.

Marie noticed how the girl didn't take her eyes off Mosi and in particular how she grinned with admiration when staring at his obvious male endowment. Amara set her tray in front of her master and Marie was positive the girl purposely let her hand linger on top of Mosi’s muscular thigh.

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

It was common practice for members of the tribe to use an aphrodisiac even though a stimulant probably wasn't needed or required. Mosi guzzled his drink and started eating because he was famished after one of the longest nights of his life. He welcomed the warm fuzzy feeling after the drink and encouraged Marie to relax and enjoy the moment.

Luckily the fast acting drug put Marie at ease and before long she joined Mosi. It had been hours since she ate and the much needed food tasted good, as Marie ignored the two teenagers. Any inhibitions she may have had were quickly removed by the African drink and it didn’t take long before her head was spinning like it had mere hours earlier.

When they finished with the trays, Duna and Amara obediently took them away. Marie felt more at easy being alone with Mosi and she readily followed his lead when he got out of bed. He led the way to the bathroom and since they were already naked, there was no delay getting ready for a much needed shower.

Marie stood beside Mosi in a slightly dazed state and she expected to join him in the shower. Her mind was drifting through a most peaceful daydream when she was startled by the two teenagers entering the small bathroom. Unable to utter a word, Marie stood motionless and quiet when a naked Amara stepped into the shower and held the door open for her master.

Mosi quickly joined the teenager and without delay the teen went to work. Marie's eyes opened so wide that they hurt. She stared into the shower enclosure and watched Mosi receive total devotion from a capable servant, as Amara washed and massaged him. Mosi stood perfectly still with his arms down at his sides and it was obvious he wanted sexual admiration.

Marie almost fainted when she noticed Amara apply soap to Mosi’s midsection and then concentrate on his noticeable growing hardon. The girl used both hands to stroke the hard penis and all the while hold it straight out from his hips. When Amara dropped to her knees and devoured the head of Mosi’s cock, Marie gasped out loud.

She heard Mosi moan and let out numerous groans when most of his cock disappeared inside Amara’s mouth. The blowjob was very memorable and Marie couldn’t take her eyes off the immoral spectacle. Somehow the teen knew to masturbate her master and at the same time suck his illustrious cock.

Marie stood mesmerized by the illicit act and time seemed to stand still, as she watched Mosi experience sexual bliss. There was some subtle movement to her right, but the blowjob scene was overly powerful and she stared directly at the two Africans. The thought of spying on the sinful act sent a shiver up her spine yet she wasn’t worried because nobody else cared if she watched.

Suddenly Mosi uttered several grunts and groans, as he blasted molten lava into Amara’s hungry mouth, and Marie remained motionless. At the end, the girl stroked the long penis a few times, as if she was thirsty for the last drops of cum, and then she stood up. Amara acted like nothing happened and she simply finished washing and rinsing her master’s body.

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

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

There was movement beside her again. Suddenly Marie realized Duna had stripped and the teen was naked in anticipation of taking a shower with her. She never resisted when Duna guided her by the elbow towards the enclosure or when Amara grabbed her hand and pulled her into the shower.

The door remained open and without delay her servants started their scripted task. Amara stood in front and Duna behind and the two quickly rubbed soapy lotion all over her nakedness. Marie moved her arms and hands in protest, but it was impossible to stop the clever molestation.

Her eyes fluttered and the most helpless feeling came over her, as she was unsure of what was next. She stood in the middle of the enclosure and her head sort of rolled back and forth on her shoulders, as she pondered what to do. Then her head rolled one way and she peered back at Mosi who had the most radiant smile on his handsome face, which indicated he was extremely pleased.

Hands were everywhere! Thankfully there was no lingering or pausing, which allowed Marie to endure the deliberate fondling. Amara milked her big titties, as if they were extremely dirty, and in no time she had the ends overly erect. Duna scrubbed her back and the shrewd teenager didn’t forget to wash her shapely backside.

Her mind was in turmoil. The anxiety increased to an unbelievable level, as the rising desire made her want more caresses, but Marie knew it was wrong. The slippery lotion covered her entire body when the two teenage servants closed in on her. A hand slipped between her thighs and Marie felt her knees go weak.

Her legs wobbled, but she managed to stay upright, as Amara cupped her curved pelvis. Duna remained behind her and he moved forward until his hard cock rubbed all over her shapely butt. Marie could hardly breathe. The teenager pushed his cock against her slippery thighs and eventually the head slipped into her soapy crotch, as her heart stopped beating.

The teenagers worked together. Amara’s hand easily slipped into the heated crotch and her skilled fingers instantly found the control button. The tight enclosure filled with unrecognizable animal sounds and Marie’s body rose upwards, supported by the two teenagers. She stood on her tiptoes, but it didn’t stop Amara, as the girl reached into the furnace and grabbed the delicate clitoris with her fingertips.

Duna attacked from behind. He caressed the crack of her ass with his cock, as he ran the head up and down several times, and then he found her vulnerable asshole. The teenager teased and taunted until he heard pleas to stop and then he entrenched his cock-shaft in the soaked pussy-slit.

It was not hard to determine the supposed mistress was now a slave and the African servants were suddenly the aggressors. Marie never imagined experiencing an orgasm while standing yet her emotions got out of control in a hurry.

The teenage girl was slightly taller than Marie and she used one arm to hug her mistress into her lithe torso. Her other arm snaked down between the wet bellies and into the tight space between the sweltering pelvises.

Amara slipped her fingers around the burning cock and she latched onto the throbbing clitty with a death-grip to display her ultimate control. "Mistress happy?" Amara twirled the clitty between her fingers and continued. "Mistress want more?"

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

"Mistress want Amara to keep touching pussy?"

"No, please stop. You have to stop!"

"Mistress want climax on Duna’s cock?"

"Dear gawd, no!"

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

Marie never thought of it or that she had such feelings. She had starred in movies, but no acting talent was needed for this movie. Her body belonged to two teenagers and her mind to a shrewd Blackman. Her head rolled to one side and she glanced towards the open doorway at the man who was like no other.

Marie squinted and noticed a smiling Mosi giving his approval. She summoned one last valiant effort to calm her rising desires, but it was short lived as her hips suddenly jerked out of control. Amara used her precious clitoris like it was her personal sex-toy and Duna molested her like a demon.

The first spasm was short and swift, but the next was longer and far more severe. Her hips started jerking to the beat of the African drums and then they thrust randomly at first the damning fingers and then back at the threatening cock. When the climax ended, the teenagers acted like nothing happened. They both cleansed her womanly body, as Marie tried to regain her sanity, and then each grabbed a towel to dry her off.

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

Marie stood motionless beside the bed and she stared at Mosi’s stellar manhood, which hovered at a 45-degree angle over his abdomen. Amara took one of Marie’s arms and Duna the other. The teens jostled her until she was on the bed, crouching directly over top of Mosi’s hips with her knees spread wide on either side of his thighs.

The memory could be blamed on the African sedatives or some uncommon animal lust, which readily penetrated her normal reasoning. The ensuing experience would remain etched in her mind forever despite the drugs. Marie gazed into Mosi’s dark eyes and knew he was the one. Her lips moved, as if indicating her reluctance at being coerced by the teenagers, when the two prodded her forward until her crotch actually grazed the throbbing hardon.

Amara and Duna each pushed downward on her shoulders and the resulting intimate contact sent numerous shivers up and down her backbone. Mosi placed his strong hands of the sides of her hips and he easily lifted Marie up a little, which allowed one of his servants to fulfill his demands.

Marie uttered a dire gasp when the cock-head split her moist labia and her breathing grew ragged in a matter of milliseconds. Mosi gladly let go of her hips and allowed her torso to settle on top of his muscular midsection. One moment she balanced on top of the many inches of rock-hard cock and next the long shaft was in her belly.

Her eyes glazed over and Marie stared down at her lover, noticing how his eyes focused on her chest. Her body sort of swayed and shuddered, which caused her boobs to do the same, and Mosi didn’t take his eyes of her luscious tits. Suddenly Marie realized the teenagers weren’t going away, but that didn’t bother her anymore.

It was outright crazy. She never shared any man, especially the man of her dreams, yet the thought wasn’t too horrifying. The erection was buried deep and Marie tried to retain a measure of composure. She didn’t want to display lost passion or too much lust in front of strangers so she tried to recompose herself in front of the teenagers.

Amara sat cross-legged on her right while Duna was on her left and they actually brushed against her legs. Marie had to look away from Mosi or else his intimate stare would destroy her resolve. She turned her head and looked at the teenager's pretty face, which was etched with undying passion.

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

Amara sat with her legs crossed and proudly exposed her rich charms to her master and mistress. Marie stared at the wetness between Amara’s thighs and she was overwhelmed with guilt because of intimate feelings for another woman. She abruptly turned her head to the other side, but that was worse.

Marie stared at a large, black cock, which was being waved around and around by the seductive teenager. Mosi jerked his hips up and down a few times and his pumping only complicated the matter. Marie tried to remain in control despite the stimulating contact in her deepest regions, but the rising lust was becoming intolerable.

The man of her dreams was fucking her while two loyal servants sat close by and watched the entire session. Being surrounded by others during a sexual encounter was something new to Marie and she should have considered it weird yet it wasn’t.

When Mosi whispered an order to Amara, Marie merely listened to the foreign demand. The teenager slowly bent over and pushed her perky tits into her master’s face. There was some jealousy, as Marie turned her head and watched the brazen titty assault, but it quickly passed when convulsions erupted in her belly.

Marie struggled to control the rising lust. Suddenly Mosi stopped sucking the teen’s tits and he whispered something else to Amara. The convulsions got stronger and much closer together. Marie’s body was on fire and then the teenager proved her unreserved dominance over a willing mistress.

Amara got to her knees and she shoved her boob at Marie. She forced some of her tit into Marie’s mouth and wasn’t content until her nipple was between the sharp teeth. The seduction was virtually scripted beyond anything Marie expected, as she sucked the teenager’s nipple and then unbelievably cupped the other titty, which made Amara extremely happy.

The womanly body was in motion and moved up and down, as Mosi grew more and more impatient. He whispered another order, this time to his young male servant and it proved fatal to Marie’s determined control. Mosi gave Duna permission to molest his woman and immediately the teen’s hands were everywhere.

Duna crouched behind Marie and kissed the back of her neck and shoulders, before reaching around her chest to fondle her titties. The teenager used his left hand to squeeze the luscious tits while ensuring both nipples received plenty of brash caressing. His right hand slipped under the boobs and carved a path down to the Promised Land.

It was hard to tell who climaxed first. When the damning fingers latched onto her clitoris, Marie experienced an incredible orgasm. Her body was caught between two overzealous teenagers and it bounced up and down on Mosi’s manly cock. She simply surrendered to the animal lust and let it consume her entire inner being.

The tremors rocked her entire body and caused Marie to sink her teeth into Amara’s titty, yet the girl refused to remove her nipple from Marie’s mouth, as she cried out from the painful nibbling. The spasms continued for the longest time, but she wasn’t upset her belly was being filled with African cum.

Marie welcomed caring hands. Her orgasm slowly subsided, as Amara and Duna tenderly shifted her torso off Mosi’s hips and left her lying beside the man. She nestled into Mosi’s body and welcomed his strong, protective arms around her thoroughly exhausted body. All that mattered was having him next to her and knowing he vowed to protect her.

When the two teenagers didn’t leave the room, Marie wasn’t too surprised or upset. She didn’t realize what lay ahead and merely prepared to doze off. It felt nice lying next to Mosi so she hardly noticed Amara when the girl snuggled up to him. There was some nervous giggling from the teen and lots of whispering before the two came to an agreement, which was obvious by the wide smiles on their faces.

Marie had heard of women experiencing multiply orgasms, but she really didn't put much faith in it really happening to her. Amara abruptly rolled over her master and shuffled downwards until settling on top of Marie's lower body. She glanced into Marie's startled eyes and the grin on the teen's pretty face sent an ominous message.

Severe shudders shot through her body when Marie felt the teenager wrap her arms around her hips in a tight embrace. She shivered realizing there was no escape and knew she was at the mercy of the young servant.

Amara was determined to satisfy all of her master’s wishes and she took control, as Mosi put his lips next to Marie’s ear. "They must learn. Amara and Duna must serve and make you happy," he whispered, giving her ear a peck. "First Amara... then Duna!"

“But... but,” she moaned, as her legs were spread by the teenager.

Amara released her hold on Marie’s hips and forced the long legs apart so her shoulders slipped between the velvety thighs. The girl's head was directly above Marie's pelvis and there was a momentary pause. There were four in the room yet all one could hear was heaving breathing.

Marie was positive her heart would stop when Amara blew hot whiffs of air across her pelvis. The cunning teen made sure to caress the obvious wetness with each hot whiff and Marie struggled to breathe. "Noooo... naaaa, naaaa," she moaned.

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

Suddenly Marie felt her labia spread by a gifted tongue and there was a fleeting moment when her heart stopped. An open mouth slithered into her slit and devoured her throbbing clitoris. In the next instant, both her heart and breathing increased at a frantic rate.

Cunnilingus was something any woman found irresistible and Marie was certainly no exception. She felt her swollen clitty slapped back and forth by the girl's tongue and then Amara’s teeth carefully nibbled on her throbbing clit. Marie bit her bottom lip not wanting to succumb to the evil temptation, but there was no reprieve.

Amara wouldn't stop. She sucked and nibbled the pink clitty and occasionally used her tongue to lightly caress the womanly treasures. The clit seemed to expand and soon the bud was too stiff to move around. Then Amara displayed a frenzied licking ability. Each stroke started at the upraised pelvis. The girl’s tongue lashed down across the pulsating clit, through the soaked slit, across the strip of barren terrain and all the way to the waiting asshole.

Amara circled the hole a few times with the tip of her tongue and then poked it in a teasing fashion. Marie's hips jerked wildly and then every muscle tightened when the tongue ventured upward again, across the wasteland, through the slit until finding the clitty again. Amara felt the womanly body sort of quiver and the threat of Marie losing control was evident.

The devious teenager paused and began blowing on the wetness, letting her hot breath sooth the burning flesh. Marie's hips quieted and Amara attacked. The teen rammed her tongue at the tempting honey-hole, pretending to assault Marie with a small penis. Amara tried to insert her tongue all the way inside the heated cavity and she felt the hips go wild.

This time Amara was ready. She shifted her mouth up about an inch and devoured the exposed clitoris. All of the clit was inside her volcanic mouth and she used her teeth to hold the bud steady. Then she rolled the clitty around inside her mouth with her tongue and listened for the telltale signs.

Dire moans and then some pathetic whimpering was music to her ears. Amara jammed her long middle finger into the honey-hole. She curled her finger and used the tip to rake the vulnerable g-spot, which proved traumatic for Marie. Lying in the arms of the one man she adored didn’t prevent the ultimate surrender, as Marie climaxed.

A gush of womanly juices drained out of her inner being and the teenager wasn’t satisfied until she had consumed every ounce. Any guilt or remorse was forgotten when Marie looked at Mosi’s face and she knew there was no hope. There was a look of reassurance on his face and Marie realized a second bout of cunnilingus was on the horizon.

The beginning was fast and furious, as the teenagers switched positions and caught Marie off guard. She didn’t have time to evade Duna, but luckily for her the teen had permission to do anything except actually have intercourse with Mosi’s woman. Watching Amara’s amazing cunnilingus was the biggest turn-on and Duna wanted the same thing.

He pushed Amara aside and instantly assumed the needed position between Marie’s splayed legs. His fingers pinched the swollen labia and spread the lips enough to see the pink gem. What Marie discovered would leave a permanent impression on her fragile morality; a male was not careful or as tender or as loving as a female.

Duna’s rough, harsh treatment didn't necessarily mean the sex wasn't good. Her clitoris was completely devoured by Duna and the teen used his teeth in a chewing manner rather than nibbling on the delicate clitty, as Marie prayed her precious bud wasn’t permanently injured.

The screams were that of lust mixed with pain when Duna thrust his long, slender finger into her ass; suddenly cunnilingus and finger-fucking got a new meaning. Her hips came off the bed and thrust madly at the hungry mouth. A finger pumped in and out of her ass and the sharp teeth raked back and forth across her enlarged clit.

Marie wasn't sure another orgasm was possible, but then Duna surprised her. He shifted around until his head was on her chest and his mouth devoured one of her neglected nipples. Duna’s fingers of his left hand seized the prized jewel and he squeezed the clitty so hard she yelled out loud.

Then Duna embedded the middle finger of his other hand into her cunt and when he added his forefinger, she lost control. Marie humped his hands, as another orgasm burst from her deepest regions. Her juices flowed freely giving the fingers more oil, which enabled Duna’s finger-fucking to take her over the top.

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

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

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

Suddenly Duna appeared in the doorway of the bedroom and he was holding her clothes. Not that there were many, as he simply held out a dress and a pair of sandals. It seemed senseless asking the two teenagers to leave so she didn't.

Marie reluctantly got out of bed and it felt strange when Duna helped her put on the dress while Amara helped with the sandals. The dress was definitely a summer one and very skimpy and Marie was taken back by the over amount of cleavage that showed. When she noticed Duna never took his eyes off her chest, she tried to adjust the top to hide more of her boobs.

Marie had people who waited on her because of her fame, but she never expected the devotion displayed by these two servants. Both Amara and Duna made it very obvious they were her servants and would do anything she demanded. Dressed and ready, the three exited the bedroom and went to meet Susan.

The teenagers followed her into a large living room and remained beside her when she approached her sister. Susan only saw her sister walk across the room and her jaw dropped. If it wasn't Marie, she might have considered the overly provocative appearance to be attractive and appropriate for the heat of the afternoon.

Instead Susan was shocked by the extremely low-cut dress, which clearly showed off most of Marie's luscious boobs. What surprised her most was the sight of the black tattoo that was half exposed by the 'v' opening of the dress. Her mouth hung open and Susan wasn't able to say a word to greet her sister.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Susan would never know if the teenager's actions were done on purpose or if it was purely an accident. Her breath caught when she stared at Marie's bare crotch and wondered what had possessed her innocent sister to go without underwear.

Duna’s face was between Marie's knees and he stared straight ahead. The dress moved up and up until the hem was bunched at the top of her thighs. Susan noticed how Duna never stopped massaging Marie's feet and his eyes never left her crotch. She didn't need an imagination to know what the teenager was thinking.

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

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

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

"Susie, you have to be kidding. Duna’s definitely not a kid."

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

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

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

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

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

Marie confirmed the fact and went on to explain what she remembered from the past night. She found it easy to skip over the barn episode because the entire time was vague because of the many drinks forced down her throat by the crafty Nia.

When she told Susan how she was saved from a bunch of drunken partiers, Marie mentioned her esteem gratitude towards her savior. The sisters sat around a small table for about 30 minutes and chatted about anything and everything.

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

It was late afternoon and close to the hour when Sarge, his family and entourage returned home from the village. Kato was a thoroughly tired young man, as he had remained in bed with Michelle the whole time. He lost count of time, but his contentment was very evident by his weary state. He had numerous sexual encounters with Michelle and all the while her husband was competently taken care of by Sarge’s two servants.

It had been very easy to get Rodney to succumb to flirtations from the sexy African women. Once one of the servants slipped her hand inside Rodney’s pants and wrapped her fingers around his cock, he readily accepted numerous blowjobs and continuous molestation.

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

When Rodney entered the smaller outer room of the washroom, he almost fainted. There was a large mirror on one wall and vividly displayed in the reflection was a brightly lit shower stall. His eyes almost popped out of his head at the sight of a seductive white ass plastered against the steamy opaque glass. Banging noises and loud grunts and groans filled the air and it was apparent the tall black man was fucking a white woman.

Rodney couldn’t move. The glass was almost clear enough to see exact details, but indistinct enough to add immense titillation to the naughty scene. He stood riveted to the floor and stared into the mirror at the entire session. At first the woman seemed to moan for sympathy and then it became obvious she climaxed, as she uttered cries and pitiful protests.

Then the worst thing happened. Kato must have known there was someone watching so he turned the woman around. He pushed Michelle forward until the front of her torso was plastered flat against the glass. The shrewd teenager held her positioned so the entire front of her body was displayed to gawking eyes.

Rodney caught a fleeting glimpse of the black knob when Kato deviously ran his cock through Michelle's crotch and onto the steamy glass. The young man pulled backwards and then Michelle's body came up and off the shower floor. Her body seemed to hang in midair and Rodney knew full well his wife was suspended on a long, black rod.

It was the sight of the century. Michelle’s big tits were pressed hard into the shower glass, as her brazen nipples appeared hard and erect yet squashed by the glass. Her bald pelvis was plastered against the glass and her legs appeared suspended and spread wide.

Michelle couldn’t see because her face was turned sideways and her eyes were closed, as if she was experiencing something phenomenal. Her flushed, rosy cheek was pressed flat into the shower glass and her mouth hung open in utter desperation, like someone gasping and struggling for air.

Rodney noticed Kato slam his cock to the hilt and lift Michelle higher, as he sounded a tremendous grunt of triumph. The teenager sent a big load of African cum into the submissive mistress and he claimed his right to her womanly charms.

The scene was paralyzing. Rodney watched Kato having intercourse with his wife and there was nothing he could do about it. On and on the scene rolled, making for the longest movie of his life, and then he noticed his wife’s body twitching and seemingly thrusting wildly at the mysterious glass wall of lust.

Suddenly Rodney couldn’t take any more and he practically ran out of the washroom. He dressed and impatiently waited for everyone, as it was almost time for Sarge to leave the village for home. His stomach churned and Rodney dreaded seeing his wife after what he witnessed in the washroom.

As hard as he tried, Rodney couldn’t get the last vision of his wife out of his head. The last image was of her naked torso plastered against the steamy shower glass and in the throes of an orgasm. Michelle’s twisting and thrusting hips, her brazenly squashed boobs and her agonizing face would remain etched in his memory for all time.

The return trip to the city was well planned and executed by Sarge and his son. Kato, Michelle and the sisters traveled in one limo while Sarge purposely went with Rodney. During the ride across the African wasteland, Sarge informed a distraught Rodney about his next job. He shrewdly assigned the American husband out of the country and told him he was flying out first thing in the morning.

When Rodney glanced across the backseat of the limo at his relentless supervisor, he noted the evil glint in Sarge’s eyes. Even though he realized his life was likely ruined by the African security officer, he held out a glimmer of hope that things would work out in his favor.

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

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

Suddenly the urgency for Marie Kelly to fly back to the states didn't seem that important. She walked out of the doctor’s office knowing her life would change drastically and she wasn't sure if it was for the good or for the bad.

The one thing Marie did know was that returning to the states was definitely not in her plans. Strangely the thought of staying in Sarge's country seemed responsible, as she deemed it would be with the one man who showed her compassion and tenderness. Mosi had been her savior in so many ways and she had never felt this way towards any man before.

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

His many friends and most of his relatives attended Sarge's party, which made for a very full house. The proud Kato dressed in a black tux and looked much older and wiser than any teenager. He held Michelle's arm and escorted her around the big room introducing her to all of the guests and relatives.

Another couple sat quietly at a table talking to close friends and it was very obvious that the once popular actress was happy with her decision to remain in Africa. Marie cuddled close to Mosi and he was overly protective, which was evident to everyone.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"My darling young niece is growing up... becoming a real woman. She really wants to take a short trip with you and get to know you better," Sarge said, as he waved his hand and motioned across the room towards Nia. "I think it wonderful idea."

The young niece virtually ran across the room and joined the couple. There was no way to tell Sarge about what happened in the village, as Susan was sure he wouldn’t understand. "Well... well, I guess seeing Cape Town would be nice."

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

Susan glanced into the dark, mesmerizing eyes of the devious she-devil who was staring at her. There was a wide smile on Nia’s pretty face and it sent shivers through Susan's entire body. Suddenly the young woman took another step forward towards her shivering goddess and caused Susan’s heartbeat to increase until it raced out of control.

Nia acted extremely happy and excited. "Sarge told you? He told you how much I want to visit Cape Town," she said.

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

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

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

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

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

She couldn't remember being in a darker room or one so small. The hot, burning breath from Nia washed across her flustered cheek and made her temperature rise sky-high. The young princess was slightly taller than Susan and a lot stronger.

All of a sudden it felt like her ear had been chewed off. Sharp teeth bit hard on her ear and the young woman hissed through clenched teeth. "I want you. You Sarge's goddess and his white woman, but you're my whore. I'm going to fuck you just like the other night. Fuck you now. Fuck you in Cape Town. Fuck you whenever I want!"

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

Susan tried to stand up higher on her tiptoes, but she couldn't escape the deliberate molestation. Nia cupped her pelvis and purposely slipped her fingers into the tight gap between Susan's upper thighs. It was impossible to stand any higher. Susan balanced like a ballerina and then a finger pressed into her puffy labia.

Nia pushed the wet panties between the puffy lips and instantly found the purest gem. She thrust her middle finger and squashed the hardened clitty into the bony pelvis. When she heard a pitiful whimper come out of the breathless woman, Nia squeezed the captured clitoris.

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

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

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

The darkness was compelling and totally overwhelming. She knew it wasn't just an idle threat and that Nia would not show mercy. Susan reasoned she might overcome Nia’s molesting under better circumstances, but it seemed impossible to fight off the young woman's assault in the frightening darkness.

Nia’s hands were everywhere. Suddenly one hand was inside the top of her dress and then one of her boobs was fully exposed. The teenager quickly twisted around and gobbled the titty with her greedy mouth, sucking on the nipple like a hungry baby. The African princess rolled the hard bud around and around and Susan puffed out her chest, as if demanding more.

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

Susan arched her back in a futile attempt to get away, but it was too late. She didn't realize that holding off and prolonging the orgasm merely made the climax more explosive. The lubrication flowed freely from her inner being and the oil made it easier for the strong fingers to swirl her clitoris around.

When another kiss ensued, Susan didn't resist. Her whole body shuddered and one violent convulsion followed another, as the devious African princess swallowed up her soul. She succumbed to the untimely orgasm and prayed no one was listening.

Guilt-ridden and embarrassed by the inappropriate climax, Susan received yet a bigger shock when they exited the small hideout. They entered the kitchen and Sarge immediately burst into the room. Luckily the man never suspected what Nia was up to and the last thing Sarge ever imagined was a lesbian affair, as that was never considered in his country.

He walked up to the flushed women with an excited look on his face. "Our president called. He sending me to Geneva next weekend," he informed Susan. "You come with me... we go to Geneva.”

Susan didn’t know what to say, as she was still embarrassed by what happened in the storeroom. “Yea... yes,” she mumbled and smiled.

“I am to attend meetings... be tied up during the day so I decide to bring Nia with us,” Sarge informed a shocked woman, as he smiled at Susan and then Nia.

Her response was instant and cheerful. "I'm thrilled... absolutely thrilled," Nia responded. "Cape Town this weekend... Geneva next."

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

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

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

Author’s note: This will be the end of my Michelle story for now, although at some point I may return for more of the African adventure.