MICHELLE'S STORY
Chapter 3
(M+F, Ff, Ff+, blackmail, nc, interr, oral, mast, anal)

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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The week began at a furious pace.  Elections happened with Sarge ensuring Rodney saw only what the junta wanted him to see.  Rodney was obligated to observe all polling stations and he had to confirm that everything was conducted according to international protocol.

  Things were done merely for appearances sake, as the election outcome was really a foregone conclusion.  The international community reasoned that the country was more democratic but most of the tribal people still lived under strict, dictator rule.

Rodney was extremely relieved when Sarge told him about the plan to inspect polling stations in remote villages near the capital.  "Capital city is done.  Now we go villages... one is village where I come from," Sarge informed Rodney.  "Not take long... we check election stations.  Wife come too... Michelle needs to see country... visit real people."

It seemed like an eternity since Rodney had seen Michelle.  He longed for her every waking hour, overly concerned about her safety.  It was early in the morning when the limo pulled up at the hotel to pickup Rodney and the couple was finally together again.  When the backdoor opened and he saw his wife, Rodney felt the biggest wave of relief.

Rodney quickly got into the limo and he put his arm around Michelle's shoulders, hugging her close.  "I've missed you... but I fully understand.  You don't have a choice... so let's do whatever the bastard wants.  Then maybe he will let us go," he whispered.  "I guess we are making a visit to a small village... the one that Sarge, himself, comes from."

  The visit was planned to coincide with Rodney's election scrutiny so that he could ensure all the voting procedures were carried out properly.  They drove through the barren countryside until the antiquated dwellings came into view.  Michelle cringed at the obvious poverty, as nothing looked modern, from old, outdated automobiles to ancient houses.  The temperature was extremely hot and there always seemed to be dust in the air.

The limo drove into what looked like the center of the village, as there were many tribal men, women and children mulling around a large statue.  Sarge, along with three of his security guards, got out of the car and one of the guards escorted Rodney and Michelle out into the bright sunshine.  Michelle licked her lips trying to freshen them from the parched air.  She glanced around noting that most of the men wore scant clothing designed for the hot weather and the women wore long dresses that were mere wraps of bright colored cloth.

Without much ado, Sarge ushered the couple to a building next to the village square.  "This is where we voted... please go over everything.  The voting slips are in that metal box over there," he said waving his hand at a large container sitting on a table.  "It will take you an hour or two to check... check everything.  See if all was done according to American standards."

Then Sarge led Michelle and a small group to another building leaving Rodney to do his work.  There was a small gathering sitting around a large table and the table was set up with food galore.  Everyone stopped eating when Sarge entered with his guests.  "This beautiful woman is Michelle... and she will be our guest," he said in his native dialect.  "Please... sit and let's eat."

  Although she wasn't very hungry, Michelle tried to put on a brave face.  She slowly glanced around the room, taking note of her surroundings.  The table was long and quite narrow and the top was covered with various local foods.  Besides Sarge and herself, there was an elder who appeared to be head of the village.  Also sitting at the table were a half dozen young men who looked like tribal warriors.  She looked closer at the men and noted that three of them were dressed differently than the other three.  Also the three were definitely a little older plus they had numerous tattoos covering their bodies whereas the younger three were clean-shaven without any body markings.

  "The older gentleman is Zuberi and he is the chief... leader of our tribe.  We are the highest-ranking tribe in the country and all of the political leaders come from our village.  The experienced, most trusted men of the tribe are sitting on Zuberi's right and they are full-fledged warriors of the tribe.  The others are almost ready... and they will be initiated, as true warriors this week.  It is a special ceremony and one that you American's would find interesting," Sarge said with a devilish wink.

He looked at the beautiful woman with a wide, knowing smile covering his ruggedly handsome face.  The food was passed around the table and Michelle reluctantly took some fruit and bread so as not to offend anyone.  After what seemed like an eternity, she started to relax a little and felt slightly more comfortable.  Then a glass with a reddish drink was passed to her, which at first taste seemed very sweet, but tasteful.  Sarge encouraged her to drink and even toasted her a couple of times but Michelle found nothing strange about his actions.

Another hour passed and suddenly Sarge whispered at her.  "I must go... Rodney should be almost done his inspection," he said.  Sarge stood to leave and sternly motioned for Michelle to remain seated.  "You enjoy Zuberi's company.  You know... these men consider you a goddess... a true African goddess.  And they deem it the highest honor to be with you... in your presence."

Michelle didn't want to stay in the strange room but she didn't have enough courage to refuse Sarge's request.  Even though she hated the man, she felt a pang of anxiety when Sarge departed leaving her with his tribal friends.  All of the men continued to talk loud and boisterous while she tried to be as inconspicuous as possible.  It seemed quite natural to pick away at the fresh fruit and sip from her glass, which seemed to mysteriously fill-up all the time.

The sound of a car's engine sent a shiver of panic up her spine.  Michelle quickly stood up to look out a window and she noticed Rodney, Sarge and his guards getting into the limousine.  Everything got very quiet, as she watched the car drive away in a trail of dust.  Michelle desperately wanted to run after it knowing she was in a dire situation.  She stood near the window with all of the men around her and each warrior had a big grin on his dark, rugged face.

All of a sudden Zuberi took her arm and led her away.  Her legs wobbled so bad that Michelle had a hard time walking, as the elder ushered her into another room of the African abode.  A thousand frightening things were running through her head and it all made her totally confused and bewildered.  She was in a rural African village with men and women who didn't speak English and she didn't know any of them.

  Michelle looked through teary eyes at a large wooden table, which was fully set up for some kind of celebration.  There were four women standing at a stove in one corner of the room; three kids that appeared to be teenagers sitting against one wall, and two small children were playing on the floor.  It all appeared like a large, family get-together but Michelle didn't feel like being friendly.

Her initial urge was to run or put up a fight.  Suddenly she determined that any resistance would do no good.  Michelle grudgingly allowed Zuberi to sit her down at the table and quickly all the seats were taken by the same bunch of nearly naked warriors who she met earlier.  The three older tribal warriors sat across from her and Michelle noticed Zuberi had taken his rightful place at the head of the table.  Then everyone started talking at once and it was all a foreign language to her so nothing made sense.  It was a matter of her reading the crude gestures and Michelle quickly determined that they were going to eat.

Michelle followed the lead of the three men across from her and ate what they ate, although not as much.  The native food of the villagers was completely unfamiliar to her and her stomach felt queasy eating such strange food.  One, and then another, of the men would make gestures that she try certain items and they rubbed their tummy's indicating the food was very tasty.  Suddenly one of the men motioned for her to take a drink and Michelle followed his directions.  The drink looked very similar to the one she had earlier and she really didn't think anything strange about a slightly different taste.  It actually quenched her thirst for the time being so she drank with a thirst from the desert-like air.

The meal lasted for the longest time and then everyone started getting up from the table.  Michelle suddenly realized a dilemma so extreme she almost passed out.  When she tried to stand, her legs were entirely uncooperative.  It was like standing on rubber limbs and buckling knees.  Instantly she realized the drinks were most likely drugged.  Nothing seemed funny, but she found herself laughing even though her mind was in great turmoil.

  He shouted orders to everyone.  Swiftly, all the younger men who were not old enough or experienced enough to be true warriors were forced to leave the room.  Also, all of the women and children were ordered to leave which left only a handful of men with Michelle in the sweltering room.

  To her utter dismay, Michelle didn't even protest when she felt her clothing being removed.  All she could do was stand upright in the man's arms until every item of clothing was stripped from her glowing body.

Completely naked and in a strange African village, Michelle felt a weird shiver of panic shoot through her body.  She could see, but everything was hazy and completely out of focus.  Michelle had never used drugs but if she had, she deemed this was what she would feel like.  Her head spun crazily and although she was aware that things were wrong, very wrong, everything seemed perfectly all right for the moment.

Slowly her head rolled and sort of dropped down so that she could watch a black, rugged face swoop to her chest.  She marveled at how white the man's teeth were and suddenly they surrounded her swollen nipple.  All of a sudden another even blacker face was next to her pearly white skin and the man's mouth started sucking her other breast, as if he was a hungry baby.

Michelle fully understood.  She didn't desire the two Africans to molest her boobs, but yet, she pushed her chest outward so it was easier for them to caress her aching nipples.  Suddenly sharp teeth were caressing her buds.  "Yes," she hissed.  They were biting her hardened nipples yet she wanted them to hurt her.  All of a sudden she felt something pushing between her legs.

Every common sense and moral fiber in her body screamed for her to stop and keep her legs together.  Then a foul smelling man put his mouth on hers and kissed her hard.  His large, thick tongue pushed between her lips and she felt like he was going to devour her soul.  Without any remorse or shame, Michelle spread her legs knowing what to expect.  The eccentric drugs had made her mind willing and more than ready.

When the flared head of the warrior's manhood pushed against her wetness, Michelle rammed her hips backward at the man.  She felt his spear going into her soul and the drugs urged her onward.  Harder she pushed back feeling the thick shaft rake across her tender G-spot.  She pushed harder until she felt the bulbous head spread her cervix but still she needed more.

Michelle used all her strength to embed the entire African cock and she wasn't satisfied until it filled her womb with searing cum.  The molten lava felt as hot as the desert air yet she yearned to be an African slave.  Michelle was unable to stop her hips gyrating madly and the trusted warrior was in tribal heaven.  He felt his heart beating so fast that he was overpowered with a feeling of strength.  The elder warrior fucked the white goddess knowing his tribal brothers would be next.

Zuberi and the rest of the tribal council about the sacred goddess but they never imagined someone so divine... and so passionate.  The warrior felt the tightest vagina squeezing every last drop of virile semen from his loins and he was reluctant to have the illustrious affair come to an end. 

All of a sudden his tribal brother roughly pulled the warrior from the goddess because it was his turn.  Michelle rewarded the most elite warriors of the tribe even though she was unaware of what she was doing.  She would never believe the fact her body never stopped moving or going through wild contortions, as the men filled her most intimate being with black demons.  Someone literally poured more liquid down Michelle's throat and she drank not knowing the drugs would keep her a willing slave to anyone who needed her.

The third privileged warrior fucked the sexiest white woman who ever visited their primal village, but it would be their chief who would end the affair.  Zuberi experienced that old flame in his belly watching Michelle.  He was much older and wiser.  Zuberi took his time and he made sure to caress every intimate area of Michelle's body.  His tongue was like sandpaper and he licked her boobs all over while paying particular attention to the large, brownish tips.

When he licked her nipples, Michelle's body went into overdrive.  She pushed her chest at the hungry mouth and pulled Zuberi's head hard so that he sucked her nipple into his burning mouth.  He slowly caressed each bud, which drove his white goddess crazy with lust.  Through glazed eyes, Michelle saw the large, black man hovering over her sprawled body knowing what he planned.

  She felt his masculine hips drop between her limbs and she waited.  His teasing continued and Zuberi took the willing woman higher into an elevated level of desire.  He rubbed his pecker all over her tummy, then between her legs but not touching her wetness.

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

All of a sudden she felt his hot poker press against her heart.  The man's cock paused at the opening before suddenly prying the soaked labia apart.  Slowly Zuberi pushed one inch inside the hottest cavity.  Then he pushed another inch, and another inch, until over half of his pulsating cock was covered with sticky cream.  Zuberi knew he wasn't the first but he really didn't care.  The inferno quickly made his temperature rise skyward matching the outside desert heat.

Michelle cried, she moaned, and she pleaded for Zuberi to take her ravenous body.  When the head of his massive cock touched her delicate cervix, Michelle's heart beat out of control but her breathing stopped.  She vowed not to take another breath until he stabbed her, so she thrust madly upward at the man.  His cock pierced her battered cervix like an arrow and she let out a little gasp.

Then Zuberi rammed his hips downward so hard they pounded Michelle's ass into the hard wood of the makeshift bed.  With his cock buried to the hilt, Zuberi relished the most wonderful sensations filling his lust-filled head.  Suddenly Michelle could breathe again and she gasped for as much air as she could get into her lungs.  She didn't even realize they were lying on hardwood, as the powerful African made the civilized white woman his special prize.

Sarge.  None of Zuberi's women acted like Michelle and none ever showed such passion and desire.  She matched his every thrust with one of her own and the two sweaty pelvises pounded together like sexual magic.  Zuberi could not remember savoring anything so much, as he did Michelle, and he decided that she deserved the ultimate privilege.  He would put her in the upcoming ceremony of virgin princesses and Michelle would be beautified with tattoos just like all honored women of his tribe.

Even after he experienced an orgasm of magnificent proportions, Zuberi kept his enlarged penis inside Michelle's inner being forever.  Her body twitched and went through intense spasms with the African cock buried deep in her belly.  With her head still confused by the ingested drugs, Michelle was completely oblivious to the fact that she was about to become an honored member of Sarge's African tribe.  It was now late enough in the day that the sun had already dimmed and the temperature had cooled.

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Three young men were slated to become tribal warriors and the next two days would be filled with ceremonies and celebrations.  Zuberi carefully gave the precise instructions for the three weddings of the newly anointed warriors, which were already scheduled for the next afternoon.  As chief, it was Zuberi's duty to ensure all customs and rituals were carried out properly.  He also had a vested interest in the proceedings because his oldest daughter, Thema was to wed one of the new warriors.

  Once the elaborate ceremony was over, she would be tribal Queen.  The other two weddings would take place at the same time and then the celebrations would begin.  There would be music from the tribal drums and everyone would drink the sacred drink of the Gods.  As Michelle already found out, the African nectar contained drugs that did strange things to a person's mind.

The festivities would last well into the night and then the marriages would be consummated in a very normal manner.  The couples would go to bed and it was considered the utmost honor if the young bride got pregnant right away.  Usually the elders stayed up late trying to listen for the familiar sounds of the virgins entering the maturity of womanhood.

The day after the wedding was the true test of inner strength for any tribal warrior or woman.  It was the custom for all true warriors to have tattoos put on their chest, arms and sometimes on their face depending on the warrior's status.  The man, who showed no pain when the tattoos were cut into his flesh, would bring honor to his entire family.  The tattoos were not like ones from Western society but rather they were African scarifications.  They used a razor-sharp knife to cut the skin and then inserted a black pigment of wood ash into the slit to form a raised tattoo when the cut healed.

Tattoos were put on a woman for her quest of beauty.  Not all females were lucky enough to be scared and the chief of the tribe selected only a few women.  The chief also picked the tattoos, as each one indicated a particular status in the tribe.  Zuberi had already decided that Thema was of Queen class and she would have the scarifications put on the side of her neck and on a portion of her chest.  The neck tattoo was the sign of royalty and it would always be seen no matter what the woman wore.  The scar on the chest was the sign of beauty and it was placed high on the left breast so that when the woman aged and her boobs began to sag, the tattoo still retained its native beauty.

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  She was in the next room when all the senior warriors ravaged the white woman and she managed to peek into the room a few times.  Every time she saw Michelle's nakedness, it sent a shiver of anxiety through her lithe body.  Thema wasn't sure what it meant, but one thing she did know, she felt sympathy for Michelle.

The picture of untamed lust and erotic bliss was etched in her head.  She witnessed glimpses of her big, tribal brothers on top of the most ravishing woman she had ever seen.  It appeared to Thema that Michelle did not struggle but rather she actually enjoyed the lewd affair.  The most profound aspect of it all was watching the men fondle, caress and nibble on Michelle's exceptional titties.  All the women of Thema's tribe had cone-shaped breasts with areolas and nipples that were not too defined or outstanding.

The images were burnt into her head and Thema would never get rid of the white tits being ravaged by black men.  The men eventually left Michelle's tattered and abused body strewn on top of the makeshift bed and they disappeared into the growing darkness of the evening.  The older women of the tribe suddenly appeared and entered the room once the men departed.  Thema listened to the women talking about how they were going to punish the white bitch who had brought dishonor to their men.

The young Thema watched the women get Michelle to her feet, still naked and covered with sweaty moisture.  They pushed and shoved the bewildered woman from one to the other and the women made sure each one slapped Michelle, as she neared.  The gorgeous, white flesh quickly turned a brilliant reddish color but Michelle did not feel any pain.  The foreign drugs still controlled her mind and Michelle merely tried to keep on her feet.

All of a sudden the young princess burst into the fray.  She spoke loud and clear in her native tongue.  "Leave her alone!  All of you go... go now, or I'll punish each and every one of you," Thema yelled at the older women of her tribe.  "Zuberi considers her a queen... so you leave her alone.  She will stay with me... go... go!"

The women, who were much older and supposedly wiser than the young Thema, all knew their position in the tribe.  This young woman would soon be Queen and she was of the highest order, being the daughter of their chief.  Thema had reached the age of maturity in their African family and although the ceremony had not been conducted, all the women knew Thema carried the ultimate status of any woman.

Michelle didn't really know what had just happened, but she was aware that this young woman holding her upright did her an immense favor.  For whatever reason, and one she would never understand, Michelle fell against the tall, slender African girl.  There was just the two women standing in the center of the room and suddenly one was kissing the other.  Thema felt the woman's lips approach her own but she didn't move away.  Then the hot lips closed on her mouth and the woman's tongue pried the virgin lips apart.

  There were four hands roaming all over the youthful body until Thema was also totally naked.  The girl had no idea what to expect but she readily understood whatever happened would be fantastic and enjoyable.  Her bullet-tits pressed into the softer, much larger tits of the white woman and Thema had never felt anything so incredible.  The nipples seemed to match in perfect harmony and Thema swore her nipples throbbed madly from the innocent caresses.

Suddenly Thema had a hard time breathing.  Her chest heaved and she struggled to get enough air to clear her head.  And then it happened.  A hand closed on top of her raised pelvis and she felt the strongest obsession to spread her legs.  When she opened her legs, the dainty fingers slipped into her wetness and Thema prayed for heavenly intervention.  She was still hoping to stop what was happening but suddenly a finger separated the puffy lips covering her precious gem.  When the finger pressed on the tiny clitoris, the top of Thema's head exploded.  She had no idea what was happening, as the juices poured from her inner being like an uncontrollable fountain.

She was still standing but her legs threatened to give way at any time.  Then Michelle's finger slipped into the tight opening, and all hope was lost for the young virgin.  She felt the finger slip deeper into her honey-hole and suddenly caress her G-spot like a spiritual angel.  The orgasm kept growing and getting bigger with each new caress.  Michelle started finger-fucking the young girl but making sure not to cause irreparable damage.

  Michelle nibbled on Thema's ear and whispered sweet nothings to her, knowing the girl could not understand what she said.  Then she used her tongue to show Thema what love was really like and her finger never stopped moving.

The two women fell on the messy, makeshift bed not wanting to stop.  There was nothing tame or civilized about the kiss that ensued.  It turned into the most heated kiss between two loving women and each took turns stabbing the other with their tongue.  Michelle suddenly realized that lust was the same in Africa as it was in America.  The night was everlasting and they stayed locked in each other's arms for many hours.

  As unbelievable as it seemed in the beginning, Thema experienced a second orgasm when Michelle finger-fucked her when they lay on the bed.  Then the young girl found great pleasure in reciprocating and watching the grown woman go through the throes of an earth-shaking climax.  The young African had never witnessed anything so erotic or hypnotic in her life.

  All of a sudden the burning lips found Thema's flat tummy and she felt short, swift convulsions rocket through her insides.  Then Michelle's tongue began caressing the tiny indent in her belly and Thema wondered what was happening to her innocent body.  When the tip of Michelle's tongue swirled around and through her belly button, Thema was unsure of what to expect next.

Suddenly the woman's head dropped lower and Thema began to shake out of control.  Michelle's face was right over the sparse hair on her pelvis and suddenly the woman's tongue twirled through the curly hair.  Then the burning dart stroked her puffy labia and barely touched the tip of her swollen clitoris.  Thema's hips started to buck uncontrollably knowing something out of this world was about to happen.

Her heart raced and her complexion was fully flushed.  Suddenly Michelle rolled the clit with her tongue and flicked it furiously with the tip of her tongue.  Thema's desperate fingers locked tightly into the strands of Michelle's hair and she held on for dear life.  The instantaneous orgasm exploded like a gusher and the girl realized she would never be the same.  She struggled to hold her legs apart so that Michelle could have total freedom and every muscle in her lithe body tensed from the intense orgasm.

Michelle could taste the tangy honey of the free flowing pussy.  She jammed her tongue at the pinkest opening and put her fingers around the puffy clitoris squeezing hard enough to make Thema cry out.  The hair on her head hurt from being pulled by the frantic girl but Michelle did not let up.  She fucked Thema with her tongue and squeezed the bud with her fingers until the last spasm rocked the girl's slender body.

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The sun had not yet come up, so Thema still had newfound territory to encounter.  If she was to be Queen of the tribe, she must be strong and overpowering.  Michelle's world continued on a torrid pace and Thema set out to conquer the conqueror.  She pushed the older, wiser woman flat on her back and attacked with a vengeance.  Michelle tried, at first, to hold her at bay but it did little good.  Thema displayed overpowering strength and superior determination.  She slapped Michelle's hands away from protecting her body and held the older woman flat on her back.

Suddenly Michelle tried to sit up but Thema pushed her back down.  The young captor stared into Michelle's bewildered eyes and her voice was low with a stern tone.  "You will be my slave... do what Thema wants.  I smell your scent... and it is like animal.  An animal that needs a master," she whispered.  Michelle had no idea what the girl said but Thema's eyes didn't leave any doubt about who was in control.

In a matter of a brief moment, Michelle felt a familiar rumbling from deep within.  Then Thema held Michelle by the wrists and stretched her arms out to their widest reaches.  Her face was a mere inch or two above Michelle's and then she dipped lower.  The kiss started and Michelle quickly realized she had never been kissed with such vigor or demanding passion.  Thema even bit her lip, and then her tongue, and then her lip again until Michelle was positive she tasted blood.

All of a sudden the tiger was hungry for more blood.  She nibbled Michelle's delicate neck downward until her strong teeth found a luscious breast.  Michelle tried to roll her torso and shoulders but the girl held her in an iron grip with her arms still out to the sides.  Then her teeth closed on an upstanding nipple and the cry was long and clear.  Michelle begged the girl for mercy, but then the pain was suddenly gone.

A coarse tongue raked her nipples one at a time until Michelle no longer cried.  Then the girl advanced towards her ultimate goal.  Her hungry mouth left a wet trail downwards across the lower swell of Michelle's titties and onto her tummy.  The tip of Thema's tongue darted across the burning flesh and found the coveted belly button.  She pretended to fuck the indented pit with her tongue before leaving it soaked with saliva.

Michelle couldn't hold her hips still.  Thema released her wrists and even without the girl's prisoner-like hold, Michelle held her arms fully outstretched.  Suddenly Thema dipped lower and began kissing her way to the Promised Land.  The feel of a totally shaven pelvis was strangely alien and her tongue embraced the baby-like flesh.  Thema felt the womanly hips thrash and thrust madly in her direction every time her tongue threatened to open up Michelle's universe.

All of a sudden Michelle felt like a white slave whose only purpose was to please her beautiful lioness.  She spread her legs wide showing her young lover that she was ready.  Suddenly the girl's tongue flicked the presumed love-button a few times and made Michelle mew like a little schoolgirl.  Thema stared intently at the throbbing clitoris mesmerized by the fact she could make the woman shudder with the just tip of her tongue.  She was in tribal paradise lying between the shapely, splayed legs of her gorgeous mentor.

With the accuracy of a guided missile, Thema rammed her tongue into the prettiest, pink opening.  Her sharp fingers dug into Michelle's tender hips and Thema held onto the vibrating hips with her strong hands.  Michelle's arms remained strewn out to the sides and her fingertips dug into the closest material on the messy bed.  She marveled at her young African queen who somehow knew what to do.

  And then it happened!  Thema's teeth closed on the rosy bud and she bit down hard enough to make the grown woman cry out.  Her tongue pushed as hard as it could on the portion of clit inside her mouth and mashed the raw bud into the back of her teeth.  Thema rode her steed over the climatic mountaintop and refused to let go.  She kept rolling the clitoris with her tongue and alternately pressing it hard against the inside of her mouth.

The two obsessed women were oblivious to anyone watching.  Thema's young sister, Nia, was peeking around the corner of the doorway at something that appeared totally spellbinding.  Much to her utter dismay, Nia watched her big sister kissing, and even fondling the strange white woman.  Then Nia witnessed absolute animal desire and untamed lust when her sister did something out of the world of reality.

Unexpectedly there was a very brief moment of recognition when Thema glanced towards a rustling noise coming from across the room.  She noticed her baby sister and the little, devilish smile on Nia's pretty face told it all.  Thema could trust Nia to keep a secret but it would come at a price.

*****

The morning came and Michelle and Thema welcomed a refreshing wash.  Luckily, the house they were in had a place out back where a person could wash and clean their whole body.  Even though Michelle could not speak with Thema, they did seem to converse by using gestures and simple implied sounds.  Once they were refreshed, Thema quickly dressed in her customary garb and turned to assist Michelle.

Since her clothes were in total disarray from lying on the floor all night, Thema did her best to help Michelle get dressed so she looked proper.  The girl provided one of her own dresses and a practical pair of sandals for Michelle to wear.  Women of her tribe never walked around unless they were fully clothed and Thema didn't want the elders to see her white idol looking improper.  Thema's hands were extremely busy and after a couple of not so innocent gropes, Michelle allowed the girl to touch her all over.

When Thema spoke to her, it sounded loving and caring.  Although Michelle did not know what Thema was telling her, she listened, as though she understood.  "I will be Queen today... and you will be my very own princess.  I love you... and you will stay with me until Sarge comes for you," she whispered with Michelle only catching Sarge's name.  "He is leaving you in our village for one week... then you go with him to the capital.  He told us you join African tribe... make you one of our village."

Michelle smiled at her young lover even though she didn't have a clue what she was saying.  All of a sudden about six young girls, including Nia, burst into the room.  They all started jabbering and talking with Thema.  The young woman tried to keep them at a distance but it was impossible because they all seemed so enthusiastic.  Michelle stood off to one side in a bewildered, confused state watching all the hands and arms waving at each other.

Nothing seemed to be settled but eventually all the young girls departed except Nia who stood close to Thema.  The two whispered and then the young one seemed to say something serious to Thema.  Both girls kept glancing at Michelle and it was quite obvious that they were talking about her, which sent a shiver of panic through Michelle.

With an abrupt turn and parting burst of fury, the younger girl departed leaving Thema and Michelle alone again.  "You not worry... I protect you.  I have to go with chosen husband tonight... but I have made arrangements for you," Thema whispered to her faithful captive.  "I become Queen tonight... and take husband... Baako .   But my little sister, Nia, will take care of you.  Oh gawd... I hope she not hurt you.  She is so jealous that I will be Queen... and she may not be happy."

  "Nia saw us... she knows.  I told her what happened... how wonderful it was between us," she whispered.  "I promised her that she could have you... but only have you while I am with Baako."

It didn't matter to either woman that they couldn't understand each other.  "Today is wedding... tomorrow is ceremonial ritual.  It is custom that I get tattoo to show my royal status in the tribe," Thema said."  Zuberi has said that he will also mark you... because Sarge says you to be shared by tribal warriors.  But I will make sure you drink... drink lots like last night so you don't feel pain."

Michelle had no idea why she smiled at the girl or even pretended that she was pleased with what Thema said.  Then the girl was leading the way outside and the day commenced.  Michelle had no alternative but to follow and do whatever seemed natural, as she tried her best to get through the day.  She had no idea how long she would be forced to stay in the remote village but there seemed to be no way out without Sarge coming back for her.

She watched the villagers setting up for what appeared to be some kind of big celebration.  Luckily, Thema seemed to care about what happened so she kept checking on her.  As the day wore on, the heat got more intense and Michelle could find no place to cool off.  She vowed not to drink or eat anything without knowing exactly what it was, but her resolve quickly disappeared with the intense heat of the day.  When Thema brought her drinks, Michelle drank them beginning to like the refreshing taste of the African drink.

It was like one of those parties where a person sat around all day sipping liquor, not realizing the alcohol had an affect.  The apparent festivity was getting very near and Michelle decided to find a place to rest.  She started walking and suddenly realized her legs didn't work properly.  Then Thema was beside her and Michelle looked at the gorgeous girl out of blurry, fuzzy eyes.  "You beautiful... and it is almost time for me to get ready for ceremony.  I have Nia come for you... you stay with her until tomorrow," she whispered.

Michelle could see Thema's puffy lips moving and knew she was telling her something.  "Nia has promised to protect you... and not let anything happen to you," Thema said.  "You'll be safe with the girls... they won't be involved in the ceremonies.  Nia will make sure none of those dirty elders get their hands on you."

Even though she didn't know what was said, Michelle reasoned Thema was being kind to her.  Thema refilled Michelle's cup and encouraged her to keep drinking.  All of a sudden the young Nia appeared and grabbed Michelle's hand.  In a big rush, the girl pulled and yanked on her arm until the two were on their way through the village.  All of a sudden, Nia rounded the corner of a building, which was off to one side of the village square, and they were met by a bunch of squealing girls.

It was late in the day and thankfully past the hottest time so the temperature was beginning to go down.  Michelle felt a little tipsy from all the drinks Thema had given her and suddenly Nia thrust another cup into her hands.  The young girls all had cups and were drinking with the commencement of the elaborate weddings.  Michelle was so panic-struck that she unconsciously started drinking much faster than she should have.

The group was gathered in a shady area under a few small trees and out of immediate sight of all the tribal elders.  All of the girls tried to find a shady spot and Nia let Michelle know exactly where to sit.  Michelle tried to get comfortable sitting cross-legged on the ground and the young girl sat right next to her.  Nia was so close that her body touched Michelle but there was no getting away from the purposeful contact.  The girls giggled in a childish manner, but it was very evident which one of them was in-charge, as no one made a noise when Nia spoke.

The proceedings took place near the ceremonial statue in the village square and it all appeared extremely interesting to Michelle who watched in awe, at first.  She had never witnessed anything like the African ceremonies and she stared at the tribal weddings, as they got underway.  Nia seemed to move closer and suddenly her arm was around her back pulling Michelle into her youthful body.  Michelle struggled not wanting such intimate contact but something swiftly changed her mind.

  "You white whore... you slave.  I see when you have sex with Thema.  You my slave... Thema say I have you," she whispered.  The shock of hearing English come from her lips was totally surprising to Michelle, as she thought no one spoke her language.  "You no fight... or else!  I feed you to dogs.  I let dogs have white ass!"

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

  She sat frozen when Nia's lips touched her own and didn't resist when the girl's tongue gave her a jolt of electricity.  Suddenly Nia broke the kiss.  "You drink... watch wedding.  Then you be mine," she said sending shivers of doubt through Michelle's entire brain.

Michelle sat very still while looking across the square at the first wedding.  Nia put her own cup to the woman's lips and demanded she drink.  Michelle took many swigs of the powerful aphrodisiac drink and then some of the other girls followed their leaders wishes.  They also put their cups to Michelle's lips and held them so high that some of the nectar spilled and ran down Michelle's chin.  It didn't take very long before her head was spinning so fast it was hard to concentrate on what was happening across the wide-open square.

First it was a young warrior getting married to a youthful looking girl who Michelle thought might have been sixteen years old.  The second wedding was a young warrior getting married to another, young virgin only this girl was utterly the most innocent looking girl Michelle had seen.  Time seemed to float by and eventually the last wedding took place.

There was a fire burning brightly in the center of the square.  By the time the second wedding finished, the fire matched the color of the sunset, which blazed on the horizon.  Princess Thema looked like the most ravishing African that Michelle had ever seen when she stood up, proud and stately, in front of her father.  Zuberi conducted the ceremony of his young daughter marrying the tribe's highest-ranking soldier and it looked truly breath-taking.

*****

The sun had already gone down when the drums started beating with the commencement of the festivities to celebrate the tribal wedding of Queen Thema.  The group of girls with their secret hostage still huddled in one dark corner of the village square.  They were long forgotten by all the festive elders, and by this time, even the devilish girls felt slightly affected by all the African moonshine.  Nia and her friends continued to drink during the three weddings and openly managed to coerce the frightened woman to consume even more than they did.

  It was her goal to control the white goddess so highly cherished by her older sister.  Nia wanted to control Michelle and humiliate the mature, experienced woman to the point where she would beg her for mercy.

All of a sudden Nia stood up and so did all of her young friends.  Michelle was somewhat bewildered when Nia pulled her to her feet and she listened intently to what the girl said even though she couldn't understand.  "She's mine... the white woman has been promised to me.  You can stay with us... but not touch until I say," Nia said with a very stern tone.  "Queen Thema has given her slave to me... for the night.  She will sleep with me.  It was voodoo... this woman and Thema... they act like animals."

There was no doubt in any of the girl's minds that Nia was their fearless leader.  They stared with envy at the wobbly woman who was being held on her feet by their powerful friend.  The drums beat rhythmic music and all the grownups got thoroughly engrossed in the tribal rituals, as the girls mulled around Michelle.  Many villagers danced around the ceremonial flames and Thema and Baako sat together in the middle of a raised platform while the other newly weds sat beside them.

  The scene was extremely surreal, as the dazzling light from the fire danced and reflected off the forgotten bystanders.  The dark, satin skin of the native girls looked beautiful but the glowing, white skin shone with the brilliance of the full moon.  Michelle's flesh glistened with moisture and she appeared like a real goddess to the young girls.

All the girls giggled when Nia proudly displayed her absolute control.  Suddenly she was the center of attention.  "I watched... I saw them together.  Thema and this white woman," she whispered with all her friends listening intently to every word.  "They touched each other... there, and there," she said as she pointed to another girl's breast and crotch.

The girls had never heard of anything so preposterous but they were more than willing to learn more.  Even in Africa, they understood what happens when a person drinks too much.  At the moment, all the girls and Michelle could be considered inebriated to the point where they were not aware of their immediate surroundings.  All their inhibitions and reluctances were gone, replaced by lustful anticipation and expectations.

Michelle's vision was severely impaired and she tried hard to stay on her feet.  Nia sort of pushed her, as she spoke to her friends, and Michelle rolled from one girl to the next.  The girls stood in a circle and couldn't take their eyes off the beautiful white woman.

  The young temptress grabbed the struggling woman, as she was prodded around the circle, and she purposely pulled the soft, cotton material down Michelle's chest.  This exposed Michelle's boobies to the entire group and a sudden hush came over the girls at the sight of unnatural beauty. 

The young girls had never seen anything like it.  All of a sudden Nia's tongue felt thick and too dry to move.  She desperately wanted to lick her lips and simply stood frozen when Michelle's staggering body fell against her.  The woman reached out to steady herself and her arms went around the slender African princess.

Michelle was too groggy to know what was on the horizon so she merely let things happen.  Her mind was crazy from drinking the vast amounts of African firewater but no one cared about her drugged condition.  She rolled her head around and glanced downward just as the cloth wrapped around her body was unwrapped.  All the young girls were speechless when their friend slowly walked towards the nearest building, leaving all of Michelle's clothing on the ground.  They watched the firelight reflect off the golden flesh and the seductive wiggle of the white woman's butt made their eyes bulge.

  She entered one of the empty stalls and stopped on top of a pile of straw.  One of the girls had grabbed the discarded clothes and tossed them over the rail of the stall.  Gasps of utter astonishment came from every girl when their friend slowly took some horse blankets and used them to cover the prickly straw.  Their eyes got bigger when Nia guided the white woman down to her knees and pulled Michelle's face into her midsection.

All of a sudden the young girl fell to her knees so that she faced the older woman.  There was a drunken smile on Michelle's radiant face and it seemed that she was aware of what was happening.  Then Nia put her hands on the sides of Michelle's face and pulled forward.  The only noises in the stable were loud, heavy breathing coming from the many overheated girls.  Suddenly all eyes grew wider when the two kissed, and then the rose-colored lips started traveling up and down the teenager's neck and face.

The girls moved closer and felt the intense heat radiating from the couple.  All of a sudden their friend's small boobies were bared right before their shocked faces.  Michelle embraced the dark-skinned girl and then they fell on top of the bed of straw.  Hearts raced out of control when the tender lips circled a tiny nipple, as if searching for some kind of treasure, and then swooped to the heart of Nia's essence.

The girl squealed like a little schoolgirl when her tits were touched.  Michelle's skilled fingers rolled one tiny nipple around vigorously while sucking the other deep into her mouth.  She sucked the hardest pebble and let her tongue stroke over the end ever so softly, which made Nia's hips buck wildly on the blanketed straw.

Michelle had a suspicion that she was doing something wrong but it didn't stop her.  Nia moaned and let out so many cries that Michelle wondered if the girl was okay.  Then she leaned closer to Nia so she could whisper in her ear.  "Open legs, honey.  Open your legs so momma can feel your crotch," she said knowing the girl could understand some English.  "That's it, honey... open legs and momma show you how real woman fucks."

All of a sudden Michelle was filled with the utmost confidence.  For once in her life, she was powerful and seemed to be fully in-charge.  Her drugged mind didn't understand and it focused on the animal, which was in her immediate grasp.  'This one can understand,' Michelle whispered.  'This one knows what I am saying.'

  With the instincts of a possessed mistress, Michelle raised her hand high.  Then she brought it down, as hard as she could, slapping the upraised pelvis of the African princess.  The fact the girl was royalty and Thema's sister made Michelle feel that much better about having control.

The resounding slap echoed throughout the barn and Michelle held her fingers curved downward between the splayed thighs.  Playing little girl games, and experimenting in the wilderness with one of her girlfriends, didn't prepare Nia for what happened.  The skilled fingers pried the tightest pussy lips open wide, and Michelle groped for the raised clitoris.

When Michelle's finger grazed the tip of Nia's clit, the girl imagined the most explosive orgasm.  Her African juices started running immediately and Michelle's fingers surrounded the tiny clit.  Putting the bud between her fingers only mesmerized all the other girls, as they watched their dear friend go through a blissful climax.  Nia's ass bounced up and down on the pile of straw and her friends noticed an abundance of moisture between her legs.

  When she spied on her sister, Nia felt that something truly wonderful had happened between Thema and Michelle.  All of a sudden she welcomed the reality of love.  None of the other girls knew what really happened but they all dearly wanted to experience what their friend had just gone through.

*****

It happened so fast that Michelle never had the chance to fret.  She was pushed backwards so hard that she fell onto her back on the prickly blanket.  Her reign of superiority was over in a heartbeat.  Every girl was naked by this time, and they all watched the sudden turn of events, as Nia took control of the white temptress. 

All of a sudden the pack of wolves was turned loose.  Nia spoke loud and clear to her friends.  "It is time... you can play with my slave.  But remember... Thema has promised this woman to me!"  Nia whispered the warning to her over-excited friends and her face still showed heightened desire.  "Look at her... how she is overcome.  The drugs work wonders with white people... and she will do anything... anything we ask."

The combination of fiery lust and too many drugs drove each girl in search of something new and exciting.  Already thoroughly stimulated from watching Nia's orgasm, the girls had some idea of what to do.  Each girl pushed and shoved until they were all touching, caressing and even fondling the struggling woman.

Michelle's mind was foggy but she still comprehended that she was in deep jeopardy.  Suddenly Nia was in her face.  "You slave... you now be my slave," she whispered.  "Now my friends have you.  They worship your body... now they find out about sex."

The climax of the century had robbed every bit of Nia's energy but she wouldn't need much.  The girl laid beside Michelle's head and she leaned forward putting her lips on Michelle's relishing the warm, wonderful feeling of a kiss.  Nia put her hands around Michelle's flustered face and continued to give the woman kisses all over.  Her face was burning up and Michelle struggled knowing she was against many girls.

Determined to fight off the girls, Michelle tried to sit up and she even tried using her arms to keep the girls from fondling her.  Nia's eyes opened wide in awe.  She watched the hungry pack of girls devour the white flesh and Michelle looked like a rag doll.  Michelle's arms were totally useless, as they were flung out to the sides, unable to stop the girls when they molested her body.

There were five girls and each cordoned off a special part of the woman's sexy body.  Two lucky ones each had one of Michelle's golden globes and they were experimenting with their tongues and teeth.  Nia watched as one of her friends put her dark hands around a titty, and cupping it into a cone-shape so that the nipple stood out prominently.  Then one of the other girls did the same thing to Michelle's other breast.

  Michelle used her hands in vain to shield her boobs but the girls easily pushed her arms away.  Nia wittingly grabbed one arm putting it under her body, pinning the struggling woman down.

Michelle was unable to kick or move her legs.  There was a girl holding each leg and suddenly the wolf was at the door.  The luckiest girl stared at the purest sight in the world, as she saw the perfect outline of a woman's treasure.  The puffy lips glistened with plenty of moisture and something small and pink was peeking out ever so tantalizingly.  Strangely, the girl realized that Michelle had no pubic hair, which left her womanly charms exposed in the most erotic fashion.

There was slight movement of Michelle's hips, as she tried in vain to escape, but the girl had little trouble touching her target.  First she ran her fingertips all around the puffy lips, making sure she caressed every tiny spot.  Then she innocently flicked the tiny tip exposed between the labia and watched in admiration when Michelle's hips jump wildly.  Suddenly the girl realized that this little thing was special so she touched it with her tongue.  Again the hips jumped and thrust wildly confirming the girl's suspicions.

Something seemed to be leaking from the wet opening so the girl licked up the juices.  When she did, her tongue lashed the entire clitoris and all of a sudden the girl had a great urge.  She spread the soaked pussy lips with her fingers and saw what she wanted.  When her mouth closed over the throbbing clitoris, the resultant sounds of groaning agony was sheer magic to the girl's ears.  She lapped the exposed bud, as fast as she could, with her tongue and thought she tasted something sweet, and pungent, at the same time.

When her teeth closed and nibbled on the jewel, it was all the girl could do to hang onto the thrashing hips.  She was forced to bite down fairly hard and the slender hips got even wilder.  Then she held her teeth together over the throbbing clit and battered the tiny portion that was inside her mouth.  Poor Michelle was insane with lust and she had no concept of reality, as she became an African play-toy for sex-starved, tribal girls.

It would be one orgasm of many experienced by a mature woman who was under the influence of strange stimulants.  The night was long and all the elders of the tribe were far too occupied to care what their young people were doing.  Nia was smart and kept the jug of liquid refreshment handy and made sure that everyone consumed some of the special drink.  It seemed that after each sexual encounter, Nia forced Michelle to drink more than the woman could handle, and still remain in control of her faculties.

It was the strangest feeling for Michelle.  She was aware of being in a strange, remote village of Africa but she didn't seem to have the ability to distinguish between what she should do from what she shouldn't do.  Each sip from the bottomless cup seemed to degrade her senses so that Michelle was nothing but a puppet for the devious Nia.

*****

Michelle woke up with the worst headache of her life.  Her head pounded so bad it was too hard to focus on anything.  She looked around and saw one, and then another and another girl until she counted six in total.  "Oh my gawd... what have I done," she whispered in a low shaky voice.  "I'm in a frickin' barn... with young girls.  Not a stitch of clothes on and holding a fucking virgin in my arms!"

Suddenly Nia's face lit up like a powerful ray of sunshine.  Michelle knew the girl understood a little English so she spoke her mind.  "What the fuck did you do to me?  And what the fuck did I do to you... my little angel?"  She looked at the happy girl seeing nothing but innocence and purity.  "Whatever you gave me to drink... gave me the worst freakin' headache... ever!"

There was sunshine filtering into the stable through numerous holes and cracks in the building.  Suddenly a tall, slender person, who looked like a heavenly angel with a halo appearance surrounding their entire body, stood in one of the strong beams of sunlight.  Michelle blinked her eyes many times before she could recognize the shadowy figure with the brilliant glow outlining her tall body.

  Slowly and feeling every tired muscle in her body rebel, Michelle stood up.  Thema's hand never moved and the girl stood motionless... waiting.  Then Michelle reached out and grabbed the girl's hand.

  Suddenly Michelle's stomach churned madly realizing she had done something terribly wrong but she was determined to make it up to Thema.

It took the briefest moment for Thema to find all of Michelle's clothes, which one of the young girls had thrown over a stall rail.  Thema made sure Michelle was dressed appropriately in case one of the elders of the village saw them, and everyone else got dressed in a mad flurry.  She quickly pulled the dazed woman out of the stable and Michelle almost had to run to keep up to Thema who set a furious pace.

  After a silent and angry looking Thema did not say anything, Nia stopped and let the two continue the trip to Thema's abode.  Her new husband was out with his fellow warriors doing whatever the tribal customs warranted and now it was just Thema and Michelle.

  Once inside, Thema stopped and faced her timid adversary.  She stared into Michelle's blinking eyes and it did not take long before the order of merit was settled.  "I am sorry... I should never have given you drink.  Even I can't control myself when I drink much of that stuff," Thema whispered.

Michelle had no idea what Thema was saying.  "I am sorry... that my sister treated you badly.  She jealous... she see us together.  Now I realize she want force you... force you have sex... with her and evil friends.  Nia wants power... more power than what is good for her."

Michelle wondered what on earth was wrong.  She was a grown, mature woman who had a mind of her own.  Yet, she felt overwhelmed by the overly dramatic African girl who seemed to order her to do things she would not normally do.  All of a sudden the girl indicated that Michelle should get down, but not to sit down but get down on her knees.  Not wishing to feel the wrath of an angry Thema, Michelle slowly dropped to her knees.  She tilted her head back and looked up to see the look of approval on Thema's pretty face.

Suddenly the girl was overcome with bemoaning anguish.  Thema also fell to her knees and kissed the woman directly on the lips.  It was instantaneous.  Both hearts beat so fact that each woman felt fully flushed and heated.  Michelle's head no longer pounded but now it throbbed with a familiar desire.

  Michelle's hands felt Thema's clothing and she could feel the girl's firm body getting hotter and hotter.  They clung to each other in the most desperate show of passion.

Suddenly Thema broke the kiss and started whispering into Michelle's ear.  "Today you will become one of us.  My father will accept you into our tribe," the girl whispered.  Michelle couldn't understand the African language but she assumed they were words of love and tender emotion.  "They will put sacred tattoos on me... and also on you.  Zuberi has vowed that you will receive the sacred symbol... Tribal Butterfly."

Then Thema slowly bent forward and kissed Michelle again.  Too stunned to resist, Michelle let the girl's demanding tongue squeeze between her lips and the kiss lasting several moments erupted.  At first Michelle didn't move or try to display any outward emotion but that quickly changed.  The girl's tongue seemed to hit some kind of trigger and it started a chain reaction that took over the woman's senses.

Michelle pushed her chest towards Thema and the girl complied by unwrapping the loose cloth.  With her breasts exposed, it did not take long before Thema had her nipples so erect that they throbbed with expectation.  Michelle let out a little whimper when the girl's head dropped and she realized what was going to happen.  Alone in a remote village, she felt helpless and all her fight was gone.

Michelle's head rolled back and she closed her eyes.  She imagined the young, African goddess doing things to her that would make her a slave to lust.  What evolved was exactly like her dramatic visualization.  Thema did everything.  She disrobed the eager woman and also stripped her own useless clothing.  Then holding Michelle so tight in her arms that it squeezed the breath out of her, the two women fell onto a freshly made bed.

All Michelle could think of was wild, untamed passion and she let her emotions run the entire gamut of animal lust.  The young queen displayed supreme power and control, as she took Michelle up the highest mountain, and left her hanging in erotic bliss.  When the girl slapped the most sensitive clitoris with her tongue, Michelle let her inner juices flow.  Her clit seemed even more sensitive after being used as a tribal sex-toy and she willingly succumbed to Thema's demanding tongue lashing.

  Her treasured white slave had reached the peak of ecstasy, and then it was the Queen's role to reap the joys of submissive love.

When the experienced but timorous woman rolled on top of her lithe body, Thema welcomed the tender embrace.  She closed her eyes and willingly let her slave anoint her with the utmost show of passion.  Michelle's tongue ensured both breasts were caressed with the greatest enthusiasm and then both nipples were fully hardened to a pebble-like state.

Michelle's head was still spinning.  It had been days since she was dropped off in the African wasteland and consuming so much strange substances had left her easily controlled by the devious tribe.  But that didn't stop her from showing Thema all of her motherly love.  Michelle's expertise was phenomenal and Thema's orgasm quickly surfaced sending the African Queen into paradise.

*****

The rest of the morning and early afternoon were a complete blur.  Only one other person in the tribe knew what was happening in the small, intimate dwelling.  Nia stood in the common room out of sight of her sister, but she was well aware of what was going on inside the curtained, bedroom enclosure.  She was jealous but her time would come, she deemed.  It was growing late in the afternoon with Baako and the rest of the men not expected back for another hour or two.  Then the festivities would begin and the thought of it sent a shiver of excitement through Nia.

When all the ceremonies were over, Nia knew that Thema would go with her husband.  Also the freshly christened Michelle would be forced to go with her father but that would only be for a short time.  Nia knew that Zuberi would perform the revered ritual of trying to impregnate the newest woman of the tribe.  When he was finished, Zuberi would leave Michelle in the communal abode for other tribal warriors to share Sarge's wonderful gift of Michelle's sexuality.

  She knew Zuberi would be suspicious but Nia was determined to intervene to save Michelle from being ravaged by many of the tribal elders.  Nia was the youngest of the family and she had the ability to wrap her father around her little finger.  She planned using a tear or two when she pleaded with Zuberi by begging him to treat Michelle differently from any of the other special guests from Sarge.

  She would beg Zuberi to save the white woman for himself, and hopefully Michelle would become impregnated so Nia could have a baby sibling.  There would be nothing her sister could do and no one else in the village could do anything to stop Nia from controlling the white prisoner.

All of a sudden Nia heard rustling and moving around from behind the curtain so she called out.  "Thema... Thema are you here?"

  She thought fast and reasoned that Nia's ability to speak some English could come in handy.  Looking at the sleepy Michelle, Thema realized that the woman made her feel different.  No other woman had made her feel this way and for some strange reason, she yearned to have the white woman in her arms.  Thema felt it was imperative that Michelle understood the importance and significance of the upcoming rituals.  Her sister could explain things.

It was a sign of total disgrace if anyone showed the amount of pain they suffered when their body was tattooed.  Thema wanted everyone in the village to accept and welcome Michelle into the tribe.  She quickly dressed in her customary grab and rushed out to meet her sister.  "Nia... I am so glad to see you.  Please sit... sit.  I have a big favor to ask you," she said.  Both girls sat and Thema continued.  "I want you to speak to her... tell her about what will happen."

The girls held hands in sisterly fashion, as Thema asked the favor.  "You speak American... explain that she will get tattoo," she said.  "Make sure she knows... not to show any pain... even when it hurts bad."

  The sisters went into the smaller enclosure just as Michelle finished dressing in her loaned African attire.  Nia smiled at Thema and then walked right up to Michelle.

Michelle listened intently to the girl when she explained the events that would unfold later that evening.  Nia told her about the tattoo and also that the method was different than it was in America.  Then she told Michelle the most important points and stressed the importance of not showing pain.  "You drink like before... Thema too, she drink.  Drink much... then you no feel all the pain," Nia told her.

Michelle couldn't fathom what was going to happen and she had no idea how different the African scarification was even after Nia's explanation.  It sounded ridiculous to Michelle when Nia told her that the tribal women considered the tattoos a definitive sign of beauty.

Nia thought it was the ultimate, tribal honor to have their bodies marked in such a way.  Times changed over the years and now in more civilized times, women didn't walk around bare-chested like they did in the past.  The tattoo on a woman's bare breast was traditionally a symbol of great esteem and beauty.  Only princesses, queens and women of superior rank in the tribe had this done, so Thema knew it was mandatory for her.

The tattoos were proof of courage and bravery for the male warriors and the rite of passage.  The three males who had just passed all the bravery tests and warrior skills were to be tattooed once the hottest sun went down.  After they were marked, the ceremony for the privileged women would take place.  Thema would have the Tribal Rose tattoo put on her chest and the royal symbol put on her neck.  Michelle would get a butterfly tattooed on her chest.  The butterfly represented beauty and grace and it was Zuberi's choice of symbols for a woman's sensuality and femininity.

The scene would be sinister but more erotic and stupendous than any Westerner could imagine.  Maybe it was the serene firelight, or the beatings on the tribal drums, or the dancing warriors, but the ceremonies inevitably got everyone in attendance thoroughly aroused.

Nia were overly excited and both girls chattered away like crazy.  Michelle could tell by the way the girls acted that the tattooing was something extraordinary.  She cringed at the thought that her body would be changed... forever.  Near panic began to sweep over her, but Michelle could see no immediate solution to her plight.  She was stranded in a remote village miles away from civilization and her situation seemed hopeless.

*****

Michelle started to sweat.  The midday heat seemed even hotter than normal and she threw off the one blanket that covered her body.  Her head pounded with the, 'Mother of all hangovers,' and she feared moving.  Michelle was too afraid to move another muscle when she felt a strange aching sensation on the left side of her chest.

Frantically her mind went back to her last recollection.  Nia was pushing a full cup of tranquilizing juice at her.  "You best drink.  We drink... you, Thema and me.  You drink much... then not feel pain," Nia whispered pushing the cup of knockout drink to Michelle.  "They come for us... take us to sacred statue.  Then mark Thema and you... just like ancestors did for hundreds of years.  Zuberi wants white goddess for magical woman... then you have baby... his baby."

Michelle vaguely remembered listening to Nia, hearing but not hearing what was said, growing more and more desperate.  "You will look so pretty... beautiful with Tribal Butterfly on chest," Nia said.  "They put rose on Thema... also she get royal symbol on neck.  I hope pain no too great... and you not feel too much."

Then everything went blank.  Too much strange African syrup and when a person was not used to it, their mind was overtaken by the powerful sedatives.  Michelle tried to think.  The room she was in at the moment didn't look familiar, and then she somehow remembered being taken to Nia's home after the ceremonies.  Suddenly Michelle realized that she wasn't wearing a stitch of clothing and the hot air was heating her body.

Her head filled with frantic observations and dilemmas.  It had to be the day after and all of a sudden Michelle feared that she had been scared for life.  Her head hurt like crazy and it was still too early to sit up or open her eyes all the way.  Slowly and very tentatively, she moved her hand to her chest.  A whimper escaped when her fingers traced across what felt like fresh, raised welts.

Michelle's eyes fluttered and her head tilted downward.  Then she cried and the tears ran out the corner of her eyes unabated for many moments.  She stared at the newly carved tattoo, which was partially on her left boob but mostly on the upper portion of her chest.  The tattoo vaguely looked like a butterfly but it was hard to tell because it was done in only black and her flesh looked red, sore and swollen.

Her fingers traced over the scarification and she let out a constant whimper the whole time.  Suddenly the sound of a voice startled her back to reality.  "You very beautiful... tattoo add beauty.  I stay with you... help clean," Nia said in the softest, most caring voice.  Then she sat on the edge of the bed with plenty of sterilizing materials in her hands.

Michelle was afraid to offend the girl.  Besides, she reasoned, the girl appeared to know what she was doing and sanitizing the tattoo was a smart plan.  Michelle didn't move out of the way when Nia got onto the bed.  She watched the girl's hands move with the dexterity of a nurse and quickly cleanse the sore looking area.

Michelle's entire focus was on her chest and she was taken by surprise when the girl bent forward.  Nia's lips suddenly came together with her own and a kiss ensued.  Michelle felt the girl's tongue press into her tightly clinched lips and then deftly pushed hard until entering her mouth.  Nia was unbelievably strong and she had little trouble holding Michelle on her back while she fondled her nakedness.  The girl was very careful not to get too close to the tattoo but she did capture both nipples.

Michelle reasoned that her mind was still dulled by the powerful sedative and that was the reason she let the girl touch her.  Nia's fingers were so skilled that it took her mere seconds to bring Michelle's internal temperature to desert levels.  Michelle dearly wanted to put up a struggle but too many distressing things stopped her.

All of a sudden Nia patted the insides of Michelle's thighs indicating she wanted them apart, and if by magic, the woman spread her legs.  It was an unspoken word between two willing partners that Michelle obeyed by holding her legs splayed.  Suddenly Nia's sharp teeth started nibbling every sexual nerve.  First the girl nibbled her ear until Michelle let out moans of pleasure.  Then Nia nibbled on the side of her neck and down to her shoulder still ensuring not to get close to the soreness.

Michelle continued to moan letting Nia know she was falling under the girl's control.  Suddenly the razor-sharp teeth found a nipple and the moans turned into groans of sweet agony.  As long as she didn't move her upper torso, Michelle didn't feel the soreness.

She lay motionless, or as still as she could, when the devious girl pressed in for the kill.  Nia nibbled and left a wet trail on every possible part of Michelle's stomach and lower tummy.  Then the girl slithered lower until her face was between the splayed legs and she put her teeth around one side of Michelle's puffy labia.  The girl held the pussy lip with her teeth, and then let it slip out of her teeth.  After doing it a few times, Nia put her fingers on the labia and spread them wide.

clitty and wondered if hers looked as pretty.  She flicked the tiny bud with her tongue and then put it between her teeth to bring an end to the woman's turmoil.  Michelle's head didn't hurt anymore and she forgot all about the tattoo.  Her emotions were riding that speeding roller coaster once again and she pretended to hang on for dear life.  Her fingers dug into the scant bedding and Michelle realized her spirit belonged to two African girls.

She cried.  Not from any pain or hurt but from the realization her soul belonged to someone other than Rodney.  Michelle was all alone in a strange country, in a strange village, and now in the clutches of a strange African princess.  Nia sucked her most responsive clitoris and the race was on.  Michelle stubbornly tried to hold back and not succumb to Nia's lovemaking.  She was pretty sure of winning the battle when suddenly the cunning girl touched her asshole with her tongue.

  Her teeth returned to the enlarged clitoris holding it firmly around the base.  She rolled the bud around vigorously with her tongue ensuring to leave plenty of saliva in the pussy opening.

Michelle was utterly amazed that such an inexperienced girl knew what to do.  Nia inserted her slender, middle finger of her right hand into the delicate opening just below her chin.  She immediately caressed the vulnerable G-spot, which sent a shiver of doom up Michelle's backbone.  Suddenly Nia's left hand sneaked downward and she put the tip of her finger directly on Michelle's puckered asshole.

The intimidation was profound, as Michelle felt the pressure of Nia's finger threatening to invade her dark opening.  With the subtlest and most caring embrace, Nia slowly inserted her finger until she was finger-fucking both holes.  Michelle felt like she was up on her tiptoes, and reaching as tall as possible, but there was no way to escape the girl's loving touch.  The orgasm started with a trickle of cream from her most inner regions and short, swift spasms quickly blossomed into a full-fledged climax.

The clever Nia felt Michelle's body go into convulsions, as the girl proved once again she was an alluring mistress.  Nia refused to stop scratching the enticing G-spot and her tongue caressed the throbbing clit like an angel.  She drank the woman's love potion, hungry for all that she could get from her slave.  When Nia presumed the orgasm was subsiding, she deftly slithered upwards until she found the moaning lips.  She kissed Michelle leaving the definite taste of her own pussy juices on the woman's lips.

Michelle's head was spinning madly from the sudden ecstasy and lingering hangover.  She put her arms around the slender Nia and the two hugged each other falling asleep in the middle of the day.  The scene appeared romantic, as the older woman displayed her motherly love to her baby.  The heat of the day was intense and Michelle was still not used to the high temperatures.  Her sleep was very restless until it was interrupted when Thema's voice called out.

Michelle opened her eyes and noticed the radiant queen standing in the doorway.  Thema had been standing there for many moments before announcing her entrance.  The sleeping couple did not have any blankets on because of the heat and the sharp contrast between the two sent a shiver of excitement through Thema.  Her sister was laying on her back with her limbs outstretched, which enabled Thema to see all of her luscious charms.  She noticed how slender and lithe Nia appeared and then her eyes focused on her two, small boobs.  They were not quite as big as her own, but Thema envied how the nipples seemed far more pronounced.

Then her eyes roamed downward across the flat belly and onto the sparsely forested pelvis.  Nia's hair was more like a little girl's hair and Thema could see every detail of her sister's crotch.  It almost seemed the girl was posing, as her legs were slightly spread, just enough so Thema could distinguish the girly charms.  Nia's pussy was merely a very narrow slit.  The labia were not puffy or swollen, but simply flush with the rest of her crotch.  Thema could barely make out what appeared to be moisture below the slit and it seemed to run downwards into the dark crack.

  Then she glanced at Michelle and the dreaming started all over again.  The woman was on her side with one arm flung over in Nia's direction.  Her top leg was bent and curled up giving Michelle perfect balance.  Thema grinned at how the pose hid all of Michelle's succulent treasures yet seemed to leave a spectator yearning for more.

  She looked at the surprised couple and knew what must have transpired following last night's tribal rituals.  She had spent the night in her new abode with Baako and Thema was well aware of her father's desire for Michelle.  Her last vision from last night was watching Michelle being led away from the ceremonial theater by Zuberi.

Baako had gotten up much later than usual.  As soon as Baako departed with the tribal warriors, Thema rushed around the village until she found Michelle.  Suddenly she stared at the white woman becoming more aware that she envied her sister's devotion of Michelle.  Thema's heart rate increased, as she slowly walked across the room.  She approached Nia's side of the bed and sat down next to her sister.

Thema's weight.  Thema's arm brushed against her sister's heated flesh but Nia did not move away.  Everything remained absolutely motionless for many moments with each one's mind dreaming of the future.  All of a sudden the three were sitting up on the bed and each put an arm around another.

Suddenly someone was giving her a kiss on the lips and Michelle welcomed the loving embrace.  Then the kiss broke and lips were running up and down her nakedness.  Michelle's head was filled with so many emotions that her mind was confused.  All of a sudden she was aware that the sisters were kissing.  Michelle stared at the amazing sight and watched Thema brush the hair back from Nia's pretty face, as the kiss lingered.  It was one of those loving kisses that lasted a long time but was merely a pretense for something else.

Michelle did not feel left out and she merely waited with her eyes glued to the sisterly embrace.  Thema and Nia eventually broke the kiss and each moved onto their ultimate enticement.  Thema's lips sought the soft, tender lips of her white lover.  Her hands cupped the two perfect tits and she instantly pinched the hardened nipples with her strong fingers.

  "Sarge coming... he will be in village very soon.  He come pick you up... take you to big city," she whispered.  "He promise... he bring Thema and me to city soon.  Not now... but soon."

Michelle let her mind drift through the magnificent, African desert.  She felt a special emotion towards each sister.  It was a day for firm decisions, or was it?  The sisters were the only ones in a strange, remote village that Michelle felt akin to.  She dearly wanted to show Thema appreciation but felt helpless.  Nia was right beside her and Michelle couldn't bring herself to tell the girl how much she cared for her.

Suddenly the only thing that mattered was truth and honesty.  She didn't have to act or put on pretenses, but merely let it happen.  Michelle felt her soul drift like the sand in the desert.  She was not alone in a strange village but in the arms of two loving mistresses.  All of a sudden Michelle was on her back with her resistance being consumed by a heated kiss.  A young lioness was between her legs and Michelle didn't have to wonder if the embrace was real.  When the earth-shattering spasm rocketed through her inner regions, Michelle realized her journey through Africa was not over yet.

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Her body was aglow and still flushed from intense lovemaking.  She was wondering what had taken over her mind and her normal sanity when the sound of an approaching car drew her attention.  It took measly seconds to get dressed and Michelle felt her stomach churn with anticipation.  Running outside into the bright sunshine and intense heat, she stopped short when only Sarge got out of the limousine.  "Nice to see you.   You do look absolutely ravishing in the African dress... stunning if you must know."

It was senseless arguing with the man so Michelle bit her lip and waited.  "Come... get in.  I will take you back to city... to see husband.  He is very anxious to see you," Sarge said grinning the whole time.  "You will have to show him the African Butterfly... so he can see his beautiful wife is really an African goddess."

They glared at each other for many moments but Michelle was too afraid to open her mouth.  Although the colorful African dress covered her completely, she had the feeling that Sarge's eyes could see her nakedness.  She stood motionless letting the hated man humiliate her even more.  "Rodney misses you.  I told him how you love big, black cocks... and how you willingly let my brother screw your white ass," he said.  "Rodney was a little upset when I told him about the tattoo... but he'll get over it."

Their eyes held as Sarge motioned for her to get into the limo.  "Get in.  I take you to see Rodney," he said.  "You missed me... didn't you?"

Michelle rushed past Sarge getting into the backseat before she blew up.  She was extremely angry with the man, and knew if she said anything, he would only punish her more.  She slid all the way to the far side of the car and Sarge had plenty of room to get in the air-conditioned limo.

All of a sudden Michelle noticed a commotion.  She looked out the windshield to a precession of dusty army jeeps, which had just arrived in the village.  Some uniformed men got out of the vehicles but it was one particular person that attracted her attention.  It was an obvious white woman who had her arms tied behind her back and a loose-fitting, black bag over her head.

The limo started and drove right by the group.  Michelle glanced out of the side window, as they passed, and she noticed that the woman was most likely a prisoner to a bunch of renegade soldiers.  She glanced at Sarge who had a knowing smile on his face, but he said nothing.  The limo sped off heading back to the capital city and Michelle felt like a big weight had been lifted from her entire body.

 

 

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Please send me your comments and suggestion, as I appreciate feedback from readers.  This chapter kept getting longer and longer so I decided to end it at this point.  I do hope to write another chapter and possibly bring a new twist into the story.  One of the suggestions from a reader was to include a female celebrity in the story and I may try to do that.  Of course the woman would not be anyone we know... just a celebrity that the reader can put anyone's name on.

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