The Nubian Goddess
-- by lightswitch © November 2007

[(F/F, lesbian), reluctant/forced, interracial, black female,
white female, bondage, wrestling, sex fight, violence,
exhibitionism, implied white slavery]

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Synopsis: A female pro-wrestler becomes tired of taking dives for
her white colleagues. A mysterious society offers an opportunity
to change her life.
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Ajuana was “The Nubian Goddess.”

At least, that was the stage name she took when she became a
professional wrestler in the Women’s Wrestling Federation.
Standing almost six feet tall, the black bodybuilder was a dark
mass of sculpted, ebony muscle. The only one of her colleagues
that was anywhere near her league was the Valkyrie: A blonde
Scandinavian bodybuilder who stood slightly taller but had
shoulders and hips that were a bit less wide.

Ajuana was beautiful, and she knew it. She loved how the men (and
many of the women!) ogled her, during her matches. She relished
being part of their collective fantasies.

Today, Ajuana and the other women wrestlers were clustered around
Tony, the WWF CEO and manager.  The handsome white man was about
to read off the pairings for the next match – as well as
identifying who would win.  Ajuana had known that professional
wrestling was staged, but it still came as a bit of a shock each
time she heard Tony read off the list of future victors.

“In the last match of the evening,” Tony announced, “Ms. Marvel
will defeat The Spanish Rose.”

Ajuana tried to keep her face expressionless. Ms. Marvel, whose
real name was Linda, was a thick-bodied blonde with big, silicone
tits. She was a professional dominatrix, in her day job. It was a
well-known fact that she had waltzed in and seduced Tony out of
his socks, topping the dazed man to within an inch of his life.
Tony now ate out of her well-manicured hand – which meant, for
starters, that she won every match she had.

“In the middle match,” Tony continued, “Tsunami defeats The
Farmer’s Daughter.”  Ajuana saw the well muscled Filipino girl,
Tsunami, hungrily eye the slender, big-titted blonde dressed in
revealing denim shorts and gingham blouse. This was no surprise;
the Farmer’s Daughter was the team’s “jobber” – a professional
whipping-girl for other wrestlers to dominate and beat up on.
The Farmer’s Daughter’s real name was Amy and everyone knew she
was a submissive lesbian who could be counted on to service her
conqueror later, in the privacy of the showers.

“And in the lead-off match,” Tony announced, “the Valkyrie will
defeat the Nubian Goddess.”

Ajuana glowered. On one hand, she didn’t mind taking a dive to
keep the audience entertained – especially if it was to a strong
wrestler like Diana, the Valkyrie. But it seemed of late that she
had been losing a lot of matches and it wounded her pride.

“Oh, come ON, Tony!” she protested. “You’ve had me lose the last
FOUR matches! I even had to take a dive for the Farmer’s
Daughter, last week!  How humiliating is THAT?!?”

The handsome white man looked apologetic. “I’m sorry, Ajuana,” he
shrugged. “Last week was in Mississippi … you know how they’d
react if we’d done it any other way!”

Ajuana was not placated. “Yeah, yeah,” she snorted. “And before
that, it was in Cincinnati, where Ms Marvel rubbed her smelly
crotch in my face!”

The blonde dominatrix stiffened. “I did not ‘rub my crotch in
your face!’” she protested. “I caught your head in a scissors
hold and you just happened to twist between my thighs as I was
locking down!”

Ajuana gave a dismissive laugh. “Yeah, sure,” the black
bodybuilder scoffed. “Play it like that if you want, but we both
know what happened!”

Tony was blushing contritely. “I’m sorry, Ajuana,” he said. “But,
come on … Cincinnati! That town is full of uptight, racist,
social conservative types! They’d have rioted if a black woman
beat a blonde! And now we’re in Richmond! We couldn’t have you
win tomorrow …”  He looked hopefully at Ms Marvel. “Could we?”

The blonde dominatrix frowned and gave a slight shake of her
head.

“I’m sorry,” Tony sighed, turning back to face the black
wrestler, “but the pairings – and outcomes – are final.”

Ajuana scowled. So that was how it was!  The bitchy blonde
dominatrix was calling the shots on outcomes, now.  Tony was
actually an OK guy, but his new girlfriend … she was obviously a
mean-spirited, racist bitch.

Ajuana trudged back to her dressing room, sulking. “It’s not
fair!” she muttered. It wasn’t right that Ms Marvel got the glory
of winning all the time and she had to suck up defeat after
bitter defeat! Even if it *was* all fake.

“Especially to some of these weakling girls!” she snarled,
remembering the humiliation of letting Amy pretend to choke her
out, last week, as the slender blonde rode her like a pony.

“It’s not even believable!” she complained aloud as she unlocked
her trailer door, though no one was nearby to commiserate.

Her attention was distracted by a small envelope on the floor,
inside her dressing room.  Fan mail?

“Probably another old white guy who wants to meet me for drinks
and domination,” she sighed.  Still, she could always use another
few hundred dollars …

She opened the envelope and took out a neat, printed card.

“You are cordially invited to apply for membership in
D.A.A.L.S.,” it read.  She read over the group charter, with
mounting interest.

“I had no idea such a group existed!” she murmured, pondering the
possibilities this might open up. She continued to read.

“You are already partially qualified,” it read. “In order to be
accepted, you merely have to perform one act of sexual domination
over a white woman. You will be judged on the magnitude, results,
and artistic merit.”

Ajuana felt a thrill of arousal run through her. “Kinky!” she
thought. “Sort of like a Domination Olympics for Women of Color!”
She paused, frowning. “But how would they know if I did follow
through with that? What if I lied?”

She tapped the invitation against her palm, considering her
alternatives. But the resentment she felt about her matches kept
distracting her.

After a few minutes, she realized what she had to do … to rectify
her work situation and to make certain that her D.A.A.L.S.
evaluators witnessed her accomplishments.

* * * * * *

The brilliant overhead lights beat down down, casting the
wrestling ring in a white-hot glaring circle that almost matched
the intensity of the surrounding crowd.

“For our first match,” Tony shouted into the microphone, “the
lovely ice princess ‘The Valkyrie’ will face off against the
exotic queen of the Congo – ‘The Nubian Goddess!’” The crowd gave
a formulaic cheer as Diana and Ajuana stepped into the ring.

Ajuana was wearing her usual costume: A revealing tiger-skin
bikini that showcased her muscular frame, her large breasts, and
her broad chest. Gold bangle bracelets and ear-rings sparkled
against her dark, ebony skin. Her feet were bare, to emphasize
the raw, primitive, sexuality of her character. She was gratified
to see the faces of the assembled male crowd go slack with desire
… as well as those of many of the female spectators. Ajuana’s
sculpted body glistened with oil, showing off every defined
muscle on her incredible physique.

Diana stepped into the ring and Ajuana caught her breath. She had
to admit, the Valkyrie was one stunningly beautiful woman!  Her
well-defined muscles were on prominent display, thanks to a
chainmail bikini that revealed more pale white skin than it hid.
The Valkyrie’s long, pale-blonde hair was topped by a winged
helmet that Ajuana knew was plastic, although it looked like
metal, from more than 10 feet away.

Usually, Ajuana would relish the opportunity to get some close,
physical contact with this beautiful Norse Goddess, no matter who
ended up “winning.”  But today, she had a mission.

As rehearsed, they closed and grappled. Ajuana was to appear to
get the upper hand through most of the match, until the Valkyrie
‘summoned an inner source of strength’ and struck the Nubian
Goddess with her helmet. Then Diana would climb to the top rope
and drop “The Hammer of Thor” – a flying elbow drop, which was
her signature finishing move – on the poor African’s head,
stunning her and making her drop to the mat for a dramatic pin.

“It’s gonna be dramatic, all right!” Ajuana whispered, feeling
her excitement mount.

The two statuesque women began grappling and wrestling, making
sure to subtly grab, fondle, and caress the other’s body – to the
delight of the assembled crowd. They strained and held poses,
becoming aroused, themselves, in response to the crowd’s mounting
arousal.

It was all about the theatrics and subtly selling the subliminal
sex and violence to the crowd.

On cue, Diana smacked Ajuana with her plastic helmet. The black
bodybuilder pretended to be dazed, staggering close to the ropes
so that her alabaster adversary could deliver the coupe de grace.


Except, when Diana stood balanced on the top rope, ready to jump,
Ajuana snapped out of her act, grabbing the top rope and
thrusting it back.

The statuesque blonde’s blue eyes widened in surprise and she
fell heavily, skinning the back of her legs and her ass on the
thick rope. She landed heavily on her feet and fell back against
the top rope, momentarily stunned.

“Ajuana … !” she protested. But the Nubian Goddess was already
moving. Twisting the top and middle ropes around the dazed blonde
bodybuilder’s arms, she immobilized her opponent.

“The Nubian Goddess has tied the Valkyrie up in the ropes!” she
heard the distant voice of the television announcer.

Ajuana smiled and stepped in front of the bound blonde, who
regarded her with a questioning and slightly fearful expression.

Without warning, Ajuana sank her fist into the Valkyrie’s
six-pack abdomen. Although well muscled in her midsection, the
blonde bodybuilder hadn’t been expecting the blow and gasped as
the air was knocked out of her.

“Ajuana!” she heard Tony hiss from ringside. “What are you
*doing*? Follow the script!”

A brilliant white smile broke the darkness of the Nubian Goddess’
beautiful face.  Intent on her target, she began raining blow
after blow into the Valkyrie’s unprotected belly.

The white bodybuilder grunted as each blow drove her back into
the ropes, only to spring her back in time to catch the next
powerful, dark fist in her gut.  Her long, lovely legs began
jerking up in response to each blow.

Mercifully, the Nubian Goddess stopped just before the beautiful
white woman was about to pass out.

What came next surprised the beautiful blonde *and* the assembled
spectators.

Ajuana moved in close and grabbed Diana by the hair, cruelly
jerking her head back. With her other hand, she reached back and
undid the clasp on the Valkyrie’s “armor.”

The chainmail bikini fell away, revealing an impressive set of
pale, white tits, with their perky pink nipples.

The crowd went wild.

Diana was still too dazed to react, but Tony and the other
waiting wrestlers were panicking.

“What are you DOING?!?” Tony cried, forgetting to whisper.

“Fire her!” Ms Marvel ordered, loudly. “Now!”

“Oh God,” the Farmer’s Daughter murmured, sliding one hand down
her Daisy-Duke shorts to fondle herself.

Ajuana ignored them and stripped off the Valkyrie’s chainmail
bikini bottoms to reveal a thick tuft of blonde fur between her
opponent’s shapely, white legs.

“I’ll bet everyone but FOX has cut to commercial,” Ajuana
chuckled.

The crowd, however, was on its feet, cheering their
encouragement.

Diana finally focused her eyes. “Ajuana!” she whispered, in
confusion. “What are you doing?!? You can’t … !”

Pulling the bound blonde’s head back as far as the white woman’s
neck would allow, the black bodybuilder moved closer and kissed
her.

The Nubian Goddess’ thick, sensuous lips pressed down on the
Valkyrie’s full, pouty mouth and took control. She felt, more
than heard, the pinned blonde moan as she parted the Valkyrie’s
lips with her thick tongue and forced it deep into the white
girl’s mouth.  The big blonde stopped struggling and slowly
closed her eyes, finally succumbing to the black woman’s
dominating kiss.

From the corner of her eye, Ajuana was gratified to see the big,
pink nipples on Diana’s large tits begin to swell and harden, in
response.

Never breaking her kiss, Ajuana’s other hand gently stroked down
the white woman’s flat, muscular belly until it found her exposed
blonde muff.  Thick dark fingers pushed and probed into the
blonde thatch until they found what they were searching for.

The Valkyrie’s blue eyes shot open and her muscular white body
stiffened as the Nubian Goddess’ thick, dark fingers roughly
parted the white wrestler’s labia.

“Mo! Mo!” Diana tried to object, her cries muffled by the black
wrestler’s wet, enveloping mouth.  The Valkyrie struggled
desperately, but the twisted ropes around her arms and the firm
grasp of the Nubian Goddess made escape impossible.

Finding her opponent’s undefended, wet slit, Ajuana drove several
fingers deep into the muscular blonde.  She felt the white
woman’s body stiffen and she smiled as she swallowed the helpless
blonde’s cry of pleasure and protest.

The Nubian Goddess kept one hand at the back of the Valkyrie’s
head, continuing to force their open mouths together. The other
hand delved between the helpless blonde’s legs, her fingers
penetrating deeply into the white woman’s exposed sex.

“The Nubian Goddess is … finger-fucking … the Valkyrie?!?” she
heard the television announcer ask, in disbelief.

“Well, there goes FOX,” Ajuana laughed to herself. “I wonder if
they’ll carry this on Pay-per-View?”

She could feel Diana panting through her nose, her breath coming
fast and hot on her dark cheek.

The muscular black woman broke her kiss just long enough to
stage-whisper to her victim “You’re mine, Ice Princess!”  Then
she slammed her mouth back down on the gasping white woman and
began pistoning her fingers furiously in and out of her
opponent’s fevered blonde snatch.

“Uhhhh-uh-UUUUUUUHHHH!” The Valkyrie’s cry as she climaxed could
be heard by everyone, even with the Nubian Goddess’ mouth
smothering hers.  The muscular white woman’s body went rigid and
shook violently against the ropes.  Ajuana rode the beautiful
blonde through her orgasm, never relinquishing control, until the
Norse Goddess collapsed in her arms, sagging heavily against the
ropes that held her up.

The crowd was on its feet, shrieking its approval, rattling the
walls with their cheering.

Ajuana finally raised her head, releasing the semi-conscious
white woman. Licking her sticky fingers periodically, she raised
her arms in victory as she paced triumphantly around the ring.

A hush fell over the crowd as a slender blonde figure jumped up
from outside the ring, to perch on one of the corner posts.

“That’s enough, Nubian Goddess!” the Farmer’s Daughter shouted.
“I beat you once, I can do it ag…”

Ajuana was close enough to reach out and grab the pale jobber by
her blonde pigtails and pull her into the ring.

Amy landed on her face and rolled over, both hands clasping her
nose.

Before the white girl could react, the black bodybuilder threw
the big-titted blonde on her back and straddled her opponent’s
slender frame, pinning the Farmer’s Daughter’s arms with her
thick, dark, muscular thighs.

Ajuana then punched the little submissive in the face.

One hard blow, it instantly dazed the scrappy white wrestler.

Ajuana was about to hit the little pest again, but relented. The
submissive little jobber had probably just been overwhelmed by
the Nubian Goddess’ domination of the Valkyrie and fell victim to
her own arousal.

She could play along.  “For the audience,” she decided.

“You want in on this, Hayseed?” Ajuana shouted, loud enough to
make sure the back rows could hear. “Fine, white girl! I’ll
*give* you some of this!”

Dragging Amy by the hair, she sat the dazed white girl up against
the corner post of the ring. Ajuana secured the Farmer’s
Daughter’s head to the post by wrapping the girl’s pigtails
around the post and tying them together.

The Nubian Goddess stood up and looked questioningly at the
crowd.

“Do it! Do it! Do it!” they chanted.

Ajuana did it, roughly stripping Amy of her midriff-baring
gingham blouse and her Daisy-Duke denim shorts.

To no one’s surprise but the audience, the farmer’s Daughter was
not wearing panties. To everyone’s surprise, the slender
wrestler’s pussy was completely shaven.

Ajuana chuckled, but quickly got back in character.

“You know what I want you to do, Hayseed?” Ajuana announced
loudly and rhetorically.  She pulled her own tiger-skin briefs
down, exposing her beautiful dark crotch and her gorgeous,
sculpted, ebony backside.

“I want you to kiss my black ass!” she shouted, backing her
lovely brown derriere into Amy’s face.

The little blonde realized what was happening, and realized it
was happening in front of a live audience -- perhaps a television
audience! She struggled briefly, but was unable to twist her head
away.

To Ajuana’s surprise and the audience’s delight, lust overcame
pride and the slender submissive brought her pale white hands up
to gently clasp the black woman’s wide hips and pull them closer.


The Nubian Goddess’ deep-brown eyes widened as she felt the white
girl’s tongue passionately rimming her asshole.

“Why, you little country slut!” she murmured as the crowd roared
its appreciation.  Ajuana unclasped her fur bra and let it drop.
The muscular black woman fondled her heavy, hanging breasts as
she bent over, nude, having her ass serviced by the slender
blonde whose hair she had tied to the post.

A hushed murmur from the crowd brought Ajuana’s attention back to
the mat.

Ms Marvel, in full dominatrix gear, had entered the ring.

“This ends now,” the voluptuous blonde warned, in a low,
confident voice.

The Nubian Goddess smiled. “Yes,” she agreed, huskily, “it ends
now, you straw-haired bitch.”

She pulled her ass from Amy’s enthusiastic face and, without
further preamble, she walked towards Ms Marvel.

The two women clashed, locking arms.

It was never a contest. Ms Marvel was a hardcore dominant, but
didn’t have the sheer physical strength to top an in-shape pro
wrestler who wasn’t taking a pre-scripted dive or who wasn’t into
submissiveness.

The Nubian Goddess caught the blonde dominatrix’s head between
her thick, muscular thighs. “Oh look!” she smiled, pressing
Linda’s face into her dark, hairy muff, “you twisted just as I
was getting you in a scissors hold!”

To Ajuana’s surprise, Ms Marvel didn’t struggle to escape.
Instead, the white woman reached down to slip off her own shiny,
black, PVC panties. With an agility with which Ajuana wouldn’t
have credited her, Ms Marvel arched and brought her own shapely
white legs up to wrap around the Nubian Goddess’ head.

With a sharp pull backwards, the blonde dominatrix jerked the
black bodybuilder’s head between her pale legs and pulled the
Nubian Goddess down on top of her, effectively putting them in a
69 position, with Ajuana on top.

“You enjoyed sniffing my pussy so much last time,” Ms Marvel
purred, “I thought you might like another taste.”

Their thighs clamped like vises around each other’s heads as they
struggled for position.

“First to cum loses!” shouted someone in the audience.

The Nubian Goddess grinned and attacked the blonde pussy mashed
against her face.  Within a few seconds, she felt hungry,
aggressive lips devouring her own dark, sweet snatch.

Ajuana took a minute to pin Ms Marvel’s arms with her muscular
dark legs. Then she used her free hands to grab the white woman’s
ass and press the blonde’s undefended, aroused pussy even closer.

Realizing she had lost an important advantage, Ms Marvel began to
struggle and twist beneath the beautiful, black bodybuilder.

The two women found each other’s clits and began sucking and
chewing, ferociously. Feeling herself inching dangerously close
to a climax, the Nubian Goddess grasped the white woman’s ass
cheeks and spread them wide. Her questing fingertips soon found
the bud of the dominant blonde’s sensitive anus and she began
stroking.

Ms Marvel tensed and intensified her oral attack, desperately
trying to twist herself free, in the process. The Nubian Goddess
would have none of it, wrapping her own thick lips over her
prey’s swollen labia and pushing her thick tongue deeply into the
white woman’s wet folds.  She pressed one thick finger against
Marvel’s asshole until, with a soft “pop,” she overcame the white
woman’s resistance and pushed her chunky middle finger deep into
the other woman’s ass.

Ms Marvel moaned, unused to being on the receiving end of such
treatment. She resented the intense arousal she was feeling.  The
white woman tried desperately to free her arms so she could
attack the Nubian Goddess in similar manner.

But the black muscle-woman had her firmly pinned. Ajuana felt the
trapped dominatrix’s thrashing become frantic.

“You’re almost there, aren’t you slut!” the Nubian Goddess
thought, in triumph.  She wrapped her thick lips around the other
woman’s pussy and sucked hard, pushing her tongue out to punish
the blonde’s throbbing, swollen clit.

That was all it took.

The Nubian Goddess lifted her damp crotch from the white woman’s
face to let the blonde’s orgasmic scream of defeat ring through
the auditorium. The audience screamed its approval, jumping on
chairs and throwing hats and foam fingers into the air. Ajuana
didn’t let up, gnawing at Ms Marvel’s spasming pussy until the
white dominatrix collapsed, exhausted and semi-conscious.

Ajuana rose and took a slow, erotic victory lap around the ring,
her dark hips swaying sensually with every step. She paused long
enough to place one big, beautiful, black foot squarely on the
dazed blonde’s face and strike a triumphant pose for the crowd.
The strobe of camera flashes lasted several minutes and Ajuana
reveled in her success.

“Claim your prize!” someone shouted from the front row.

The Nubian Goddess smiled and blew him a kiss.  Then she grabbed
the semi-conscious white woman and dragged her to the corner
where she’d tied the Farmer’s Daughter.

Amy was still sitting where Ajuana had left her. Rather than
trying to untie her hair from the post, she had been watching the
bitch fight, wide-eyed, while she fondled her big tits and
fingered herself.

The black bodybuilder hoisted the dazed dominatrix’s crotch into
the Farmer’s Daughter’s surprised face, tucking Ms Marvels legs
over the middle rope on each side of the post, and then tucking
the white woman’s ankles under the bottom rope.  This effectively
pinned the dazed dominatrix half-upside-down, with her pussy
firmly shoved into the Farmer’s Daughter’s stunned face.

True to form, the submissive white girl immediately began to eat
the treat that had been crammed against her eager mouth.  With
the intense, unwanted oral attention, Ms Marvel started to stir.

Before the voluptuous dominatrix could try to free herself, the
Nubian Goddess straddled the white woman’s head and sat firmly on
her face.

The crowd screamed its approval and began tearing out seats, in
its excitement.

“MMMMMF!!!” came the muffled cry of protest from under Ajuana’s
crotch. The muscular black woman looked down at the pale, white
face cruelly clenched between her hard, dark thighs. Ms Marvel’s
big blue eyes were wide and filled with tears, silently pleading
for mercy.  Behind her, Ajuana could hear Amy happily slurping
away at the defenseless blonde cunt pressed into her mouth.

“No mercy,” the Nubian Goddess told her defeated foe.

The black woman turned around to face Amy, repositioning her
dripping dark pussy over Ms Marvel’s mouth, and her curvaceous,
ebony ass over Marvel’s nose and the rest of the dominatrix’s
pallid face.

She sat down, firmly wriggling her curvaceous brown ass into a
comfortable position on the voluptuous white woman’s face.

Ajuana looked deeply into the eyes of the Farmer’s Daughter,
knowing that the girl was frigging herself as she devoured the
helpless blonde pussy in front of her. The submissive white girl
shuddered under the Nubian Goddess’ gaze, and climaxed under her
dominant stare.

Ajuana smiled and rubbed herself lustily and triumphantly on her
vanquished foe’s beautiful, pale face.  She could hear nothing
over the deafening cheers of the crowd.

“Well,” she thought, “my career as a wrestler may be over, but
this should definitely get me into D.A.A.L.S.!”

She settled back to rub out a climax on Ms Marvel’s weeping face
and to enjoy watching the bitchy dominatrix climax repeatedly, at
the mercy of the hungry, slender submissive eating her pussy.

* * * * * *

As Ajuana had expected, Tony fired her after she’d left the ring.

She had been correct when she’d guessed the television stations
would pull their coverage – evidently around the time she’d
exposed the Valkyrie’s impressive rack. But that hadn’t stopped a
recording of the entire fight from hitting the Internet, within
minutes of the fight’s conclusion.

Tony had screamed and railed at her for several minutes. She’d
left him lying where he fell, after she’d kneed him in the balls.

Now, she was packing her scant possessions, preparing to leave
the trailer she’d called home for almost three years.

A knock at the door interrupted her reverie.

She opened the door to find a gorgeous black woman, impeccably
dressed in a dark business suit that seemed to convey power and
femininity, simultaneously.

“I’m Samantha Black,” the woman said. “Do I have the pleasure of
addressing Ajuana, the Nubian Goddess?”

“She must know who I am,” Ajuana grinned to herself. After that
video hit the Internet, it seemed *everyone* knew who she was!

“Well,” the former wrestler sighed, “I’m Ajuana, but I’m afraid
I’m no longer ‘the Nubian Goddess’ …”

“Nonsense,” Samantha Black scoffed. “I am from D.A.A.L.S. and am
here to offer you full membership. We see great promise in your
persona of ‘The Nubian Goddess’ and we intend to promote you
under that name, if you’re interested.”

Ajuana perked up. “You offering me a job?” she asked.

Samantha nodded. “$120K to start, with residuals on any tapes or
merchandising,” she said. “We’re starting a league that will
compete with, and soon eclipse, the WWF. We’ll probably scoop up
some of their wrestlers, if you believe any of them are
worthwhile.”

Samantha Black paused.

“I’d love to get that big Scandinavian slut,” she admitted, a
look of undisguised lust clouding her expression.

Ajuana smiled back. “Sorry,” she said, “That one’s going to be
mine. But you *can* have the Farmer’s Daughter and Ms Marvel. I’m
sure that after getting a taste of it, both of them would love a
lifetime of sexual domination to an attractive black mistress.”

Samantha Black grinned broadly, mulling over the possibilities.

She nodded.

“So, Ajuana … do we have a deal?”

The Nubian Goddess smiled.

“Yes,” she said. “At $120K salary and with the Valkyrie as my
personal fuck toy … I’ll take the position and the membership.”

The two women shook hands and departed, both looking forward to
Ajuana’s new life with D.A.A.L.S.