MICHELLE'S STORY
Chapter 2
(mF, MF, MmF, blackmail, nc, interr, oral, mast)

by Dawn Harvey

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Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyrighted 2008 with all rights expressly reserved by its author unless explicitly granted.

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

  She merely yelled at the kids to be quiet and stop acting so childish.  Michelle didn't know what to do and she waited for the woman to give her something to wear.  Suddenly one of the girls who appeared to be in her early teens came right up to Michelle.  She spoke in her native tongue but it was obvious the girl wanted Michelle to get out of the tub.

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

  Zelda even voiced her displeasure when her daughter wiped the oily cream all over both of Michelle's tits and then pulled on the enlarged nipples.  The girl squeezed both nipples at the same time and pulled outward until they each slipped out of her greased fingertips.  Ayira did this several times, laughing each time, until her mother ordered her to stop.

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

  Please... you mustn't... please don't," Michelle moaned fearing the worst.  "Oh my gawd... Kato!"  

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

  Men... they like that.  Sarge planned it... the whole thing and he told kids what to do," Zelda said.  "It not matter what you do... they rape you if you don't cooperate."

 

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

 

***

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

***

 

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

 

  It was a slick maneuver that placed her dainty hand in Buru's fist.  "You dance... dance with our lovely guest," Sarge whispered.  "You see... she best.  Much better than others I bring to you."

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

***

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

  "You good whore for Sarge.   You good whore for Buru.   Now be good whore for Kato, or else!" 

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

  "You see?  Kato ready!  Ready to shove his hard cock into belly.   He horny... look... look!  See his big cock?"

 

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

 

  "Son!   Now you learn to satisfy a real woman.  You learn cunnilingus... see what it does to a woman," Sarge said.  Then Sarge let go of Michelle and pushed her onto the bed, as Kato stood up.

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

  "See... he is ready, whore.  Kato is ready for you," he said putting his lips next to the side of Michelle's burning face.  "Open legs... open so Kato can see."

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

  "That was fantastic.  Son... you witness best animal in the jungle.  An American lioness!"   Sarge spoke to Kato while keeping his throbbing meat pressed against Michelle's leg.  "I change mind.  Watch... I screw now.  Then we get white woman to do something very fantastic to you."

 

  "Son!   We will get her to suck cock," he whispered.  "She show you how they do sex in their country... and you see what happen when she suck your cock."

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

  His powerful lunge knocked all the air out of Michelle's lungs and she was unable to breath for many moments  Finally she gasped for much needed air and her breathing resumed in an erratic fashion.

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

To be continued...

 

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