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 Captured

   By Lust 4 Life

   Mabel joins an exploration mission to Africa where her party is taken
prisoner.  She is the only woman in the group and soon finds she has gained
the interest of the chieftain.  MF, Impreg

   Explorations

   Mabel's mind raced as she waited in the hut.  Everything was going wrong
and she wasn't sure how to get out of this mess.  When her husband had
joined the expedition to explore the interior of Africa, she had insisted
on going along.  The protests by the men that this was not an adventure for
women had not dissuaded her and she had remained adamant about going until
her husband had finally acquiesced and allowed her to join them.  To be
sure, the journey had been difficult but she was resolved not to complain
or let the men tell her they had told her so.

   But then one day all of the black porters had suddenly disappeared and
soon the camp was surrounded by almost naked black warriors armed with
spears.  At first the blacks seemed curious about the whites, tentatively
touching their skin and hair, so different from that of the blacks.  But
soon, the members of the expedition were bound and marching at spear point.
After what seemed like hours they came to a village of grass and wood huts.
Word of their arrival had evidently preceded them as many of the villagers
were waiting and watched them arrive.  Mabel was a bit disconcerted to see
children running naked, women with bare exposed breasts, and men and women
wearing apparel which barely covered their privates.  "Well, this isn't
England, and these are savages" she thought.

   At this point their captors had separated them, leading Mabel to the hut
in which she now found herself.  Truth be told, not only was Mabel worried
about the expedition and their fate, but she was having some gnawing doubts
about her virtue.  Surely these black savages wouldn't dare violate a white
woman?  Would they?  Were they even sophisticated enough to know they
shouldn't?  Why had they separated her from the men?

   The Chieftain

   Now a guard appeared and gestured for her to follow.  With as much
dignity as she could muster, Mabel followed him, out of the hut and into a
much more elaborate hut.  On a raised chair sat an impressively large,
muscular black man, obviously the chieftain.  Armed guards stood on either
side of him, while bare breasted women waved large leaves as fans behind
him.  The men who brought her bowed to the chieftain and when she remained
standing, they roughly threw her to the dirt floor.

   At a command from the chieftain they stood and dragged Mabel back to her
feet.  He beckoned and one of her guards gave her a nudge toward the
chieftain.  She slowly approached.  He looked her up and down, beckoned her
closer, and then reached out and touched the exposed skin on her arm in
curiosity.  Then giving a wave of his hand, he barked a command.  The
guards quickly led her from the hut.  Mabel knew she had somehow been
evaluated but was not sure how or for what purpose.  The guards led her to
a different hut, larger than the one she had been kept in before, but
smaller than the chieftain's.  At the entrance stood two large, armed
guards.  Her guards spoke quickly to the guards at the entrance to the hut.
One of them leaned toward the door and called in a low voice.  A woman's
voice answered and a quick conversation followed.  Then Mabel was pushed
toward the door but the men made no move to follow her.  Tentatively, Mabel
stepped through the door.

   The hut obviously consisted of several rooms.  The room she had entered
contained several women, each wearing an obscenely short skirt which showed
off not only their calves, but also part of their thighs.  And they were
all topless.  While most of the women were young and rather shapely, one
older, larger woman seemed to be in charge.  She said something to Mabel,
but Mabel could not understand a word.  The woman then pointed at Mabel and
made some obvious gestures indicating that Mabel should take off her
clothes.  Then the woman called out something and soon a young woman
appeared bearing what appeared to be one of the short skirts.  The older
woman took it and held it out to Mabel.  When Mabel continued to stand
there, somewhat confused - they couldn't possibly expect her to remove her
clothes and wear only that?  - the woman spoke again, louder this time and
pointed more emphatically at Mabel indicating that she should remove her
clothes.  "What was going on here?" she wondered.  They surely couldn't
expect her to walk around dressed in only that?

   Finally Mabel slowly started to remove her clothes.  As she did so,
several other young women passed through the room, some obviously pregnant
with swelling bellies of various sizes.  Blushing, feeling the heat in her
face, Mabel finally removed her long dress and was hurriedly fumbling to
get the obscenely short skirt they obviously wanted her to wear on.  But
the matron spoke again and stepping forward stopped her and pointed to her
underclothes.  "Surely they didn't expect her to remove those also and wear
the skirt with nothing on underneath?" But it was soon apparent that that
was exactly what she was supposed to do.  Finally, she was dressed only in
the skirt, coming mid-way down her thighs, and barely covering her pubic
patch, leaving the rest of her body naked.

   Now the matron called out and several more young women appeared.  The
matron indicated that Mabel should sit and soon two of the women were
working with her hair, while a third rubbed some sort of pleasant smelling
oil into her skin.  Again Mabel was embarrassed by the intimate touches as
the women, with apparent unconcern rubbed the oil all over her, including
her naked breasts.  Finally they seemed satisfied with their work.

   Once again the matron called out and three more young women appeared,
two of them obviously pregnant.  The matron motioned for Mabel to follow
her and calling out headed for the door.  Mabel hesitated - she couldn't go
out in public dressed (or more accurately undressed) like this!  But the
matron gestured impatiently and the other women (all similarly dressed)
pushed her forward.  The newly arrived three young women followed behind
Mabel as the matron led them out.  The two guards who had brought Mabel to
this hut were still there and joined the retinue.  But instead of acting
like captors, they now appeared to act more as protector guards, following
the matron as she led.  And she led back toward the chieftain's hut.  "My
god!" she thought, "They are going to take me almost naked back into the
throne room!  In front of the chieftain!"

   This time when they entered the chieftain's hut there were only two
guards, one on either side of the throne, and the two fan women.  Everyone
else was gone.  The guards who had accompanied the women back to the hut
remained outside this time.  The matron led the women up to the Chieftain
and spoke briefly to him.  He again looked Mabel up and down, this time
with much more evident approval.  He again motioned for her to approach.

   Mabel approached slowly, reluctantly, very aware of her naked breasts.
The chieftain motioned her closer.  He started to reach out his hand toward
one of her breasts and she tried to step backward.  However, fast as
lightning, the chieftain's large hand flashed out, catching her by the
wrist and pulling her roughly back toward him.  He said something loud,
harsh sounding, and with his other hand slapped her hard.  Mabel was dazed
and confused as he again reached out and this time touched, then squeezed
her breasts.  His stern look softened slightly, then he reached out and
lifted her short skirt, looking directly at her naked pussy.

   Standing, he headed through a door behind his throne and the matron
followed.  Mabel was impressed in spite of herself.  Like the women, the
man was naked from the waist up, and wore a short animal skin around his
waist.  His skin glistened, and rippled with obviously strong muscles.  His
arms and legs were like chiseled stone, his body tapered, with rippling
muscles in his back.  They headed into a room with soft animal skins on the
floor and pillows strewn about.  The matron and the two pregnant women sat
down on the furs and motioned Mabel to join them, which she did.  The woman
who was not pregnant now approached the chieftain and wantonly rubbing her
naked breasts against his chest reached up and kissed him, while lewdly
grinding her pelvis against him.  His hands roamed over her body, her ass,
her breasts, for a few moments.  Then the woman stepped back and undid a
clasp on the chieftain's clothing, letting it drop to the ground.

   Mabel was amazed.  She was shocked thinking to herself, "My lord, these
two savages are going to mate right here in front of me!  Have they no
decency?  No shame?" And, she was amazed at the enormous black penis and
testicles hanging from the man.  Then the woman did something Mabel had
never imagined, she dropped to her knees and took the chieftain's penis
into her mouth.  Mabel was revolted at the idea, but could not tear her
eyes away.  As she watched, the man's penis rapidly swelled in the woman's
mouth, quickly growing to an enormous size.  It was huge, both in width and
length, with a large purple head glistening with the woman's saliva, and
veins running around it.  It was now standing straight out from his patch
of pubic hair.

   Mabel wondered what they would do next.  Would they mate right there? 
But then the chieftain turned and approached Mabel, his erection waving in
front of him.  Now she realized the matron was saying something to her and
looking at her, she saw the matron motioning for her to do something, it
looked like the matron wanted her to lay down.  At first Mabel was puzzled,
but when the two pregnant women, one on each side of her, started pushing
her back and the chieftain knelt in front of her, the awful truth finally
dawned on Mabel.  With a shriek she cried "No!" and tried to get up.  The
chieftain gave her another hard slap followed by a push which sent her
sprawling.  Immediately the matron grabbed her arms while each of the
pregnant women grabbed a leg, spreading Mabel wide, lewdly displaying her
most private parts to the lusting eyes of this large black savage.

   Mabel tried to struggle, but the three women were each much stronger
than Mabel, and the matron knew how to pinch her here, or poke there, to
cause incredible pain when Mabel struggled.  Now she lay limp, moaning,
"No, no" as the inevitability of her immediate future became clear. 
Meanwhile, the chieftain reached out with his hand, a slightly curious look
on his face, and ran his finger through Mabel's pubic hair, along her slit,
and then slipped it inside her.  To her amazement, his finger slid in
easily, her pussy was wet despite her revulsion.  The chieftain withdrew
his finger and holding it up to his nose, sniffed it.  He apparently liked
what he smelled because he broke into a grin, while Mabel was disgusted,
thinking he was sniffing her like a male dog sniffing a bitch in heat.

   Now the man started to move forward, his erect black penis sticking out,
eager for her, and Mabel knew she was about to be ravished by this black
savage, that he was about to sink his shaft in her and sate his animal lust
in her loins, spewing his seed into her womb.  And these barbarian women
were not only going to witness her total humiliation, but were actively
helping.  She tried to struggle one last time, but the women held her firm
as the chieftain brought the enormous head of his engorged prick to her
pussy.  She watched mesmerized as the slit at the end disappeared and she
felt it nudging her defenseless vagina.  And then she felt it starting to
slide in.  She watched the black shaft piercing her body, his balls hanging
down behind.  And she felt him stretching her, filling her with his
presence.  She was revolted, disgusted, more ashamed and humiliated than
she had ever been in her life, and yet, the feeling of his huge throbbing
warmth filling her, was something she could not ignore.  She risked a
glance at the pregnant women holding her legs - they were grinning at her.
Mabel realized they had each taken this man, this same cock, into their
vaginas and accepted his seed.  Oh my god!  Mabel realized not only was she
being raped by the black savage, she might actually become pregnant with
his black child!

   The chieftain had by now sunk all the way into her.  She could feel his
cock twitching inside her, filling her, the head pushed up against her
cervix.  Now she looked up and the man had a satisfied grin on his face. 
He scrunched his hips, seating himself even deeper inside her and reached
down to squeeze one of her breasts.  He said something she didn't
understand, and the women chuckled.  And then he began moving inside her,
fucking her, sliding his cock in and out of her pussy.  And Mabel knew,
working himself to orgasm, preparing himself to spew the seed from his
black balls deep inside her.  She felt the friction of his dick inside her,
the stretching of her pussy on each stroke as the head drove up her tunnel
and bumped her cervix, the grinding of his pubic bone against hers, the
slap of his balls on her ass.  To her dismay, she could feel herself
getting wetter and she could feel a fire starting in her pussy, a need for
more of the pounding she was getting.  To her dismay, she could not lay
still and simply let him use her.  Instead, she found her hips twitching in
time to his rhythm as the fire in her loins continued to smolder, growing
more intense with each stroke of his huge cock.

   The man above her was panting now, driving hard into her body.  Much as
she tried to suppress them, the feelings kept growing in her loins.  Mabel
was vaguely aware that the other women had released her now and were
watching her getting fucked.  Finally the smoldering fire in her pussy
burst into flames - the feelings were too much to resist, and of its own
accord, her body began driving back onto the prick that was pounding into
her.  She was reaching for an orgasm, she had to have one.  She was barely
aware of the sounds of a woman moaning and grunting in animalistic sexual
passion, mating, not realizing it was herself.  Her being was centered on
the cock driving into her, the balls slapping her ass, the act of
pro-creation taking place inside her body.  And then she was there, bucking
on the chieftain's prick, thrashing out of control, wailing in ecstasy. 
And then she felt the man between her legs jam into her and groan as she
felt a new pulsing and a sudden hot liquid warmth deep inside her which
spread a satisfying warmth through her most intimate areas.

   Finally the chieftain's cock began to shrink inside her and he pulled
himself back and out and rolled over laying on his back on the furs, his
cock glistening with the juices of the recent mating.  As she slowly came
back to reality, Mabel realized the chieftain had just cum inside her,
emptied his balls in her pussy and that the spreading warmth she felt was
his cream coating her insides, burrowing into her womb.  As she lay there
grappling with this reality, one of the pregnant women bent over the
chieftain and slowly licked and sucked him clean.  Eventually the chieftain
stood, put his loin cloth back on, and returned to the public part of the
tent.

   Mabel tried to get up, but the women again held her down.  One of them
rubbed Mabel's belly and then pointed to her own swelling belly.  Mabel
realized they were going to make her lay here for a while to give the
chieftain's sperm time to work its way deeper inside her on its mission of
reproduction.

   Harem Life

   After an hour, she was allowed up, "dressed", and led back outside where
the guards accompanied her back to what Mabel now realized was the harem
tent.  The next day, Mabel watched as one of the other young women was
prepared.  However, this woman seemed excited about the preparations and
obviously wanted everything just right.  Soon she left with the matron and
the guards.  About 2 hours later she returned, grinning and somewhat
disheveled.  Mabel presumed she had been eagerly mating with the chieftain.
"And why not?" Mabel wondered.  For one of the women of the village, to
bear children with the chieftain was probably as good as it could get.  But
she, Mabel, was not a simple native woman.  She was from England, a land of
culture and refinement where people controlled their animal instincts.

   But the next day, the matron again summoned Mabel and began preparing
her, working her hair, applying oil to her skin.  Knowing it was probably
futile, Mabel tried half heartedly to resist, but the matron was having
none of it.  Soon Mabel was prepared in a short skirt and topless, and
again her little entourage left the harem tent and proceeded to the
chieftain's tent.  This time the chieftain simply stood and led the way
into the back room with the furs.  After she entered, the chieftain
approached her and cupped her breasts in his hands, massaging them, and
then reaching down, he undid her skirt and ran his hands over her pussy,
running his finger through her slit.  He looked up grinning.  Now he
dropped his loin cloth and pulling her to him, lewdly ground his crotch
against hers, his cock rubbing against her pussy as he pulled on her ass.
Her naked tits rubbed against his chest.  The feel of his wiry hair on her
nipples sent tingles through her body, as did, she hated to admit it, the
feel of his semi-rigid cock rubbing against her pussy.

   The feelings starting to flow through her body reminded her both of the
ecstasy of her orgasm the other day, as well as her humiliation at being
fucked by this black savage, and of having the other women watching her,
watching her not only getting fucked, by giving in and enthusiastically
participating.  Mabel again found herself moving her body against the
chieftain's in order to stimulate herself more, the need in her loins
growing by the moment.  Soon the chieftain stopped and holding her, sank
down onto the furs.  The other women did not hold her down this time, Mabel
knew resistance was futile and her need made her almost anxious to feel the
chieftain's large black dick slipping into her hole.

   She lay back, spreading her legs in invitation, and watched as the
chieftain again crawled between her legs and once again brought the large
smooth head of his penis into contact with her pussy, before sliding inside
her.  Soon she felt his pubic bone grinding against hers, his balls nestled
against her ass, and his cock head pressed against her cervix as he flexed
inside her, savoring the feel of her pussy on his cock.  Once again he
began moving inside her, fucking her, driving his black rod in and out of
her pussy.  And once again, Mabel began to respond, fucking back at him,
meeting his thrusts.  But this time she was responding sooner, more
consciously.  Soon they were driving hard against each other, her pussy
squeezing, massaging his cock, his cock stretching her pussy, bumping her
cervix.  She knew that once again her body was welcoming his, urging his to
release his seed inside her, that soon he would enjoy the pleasure of
shooting his sperm from the end of his cock deep inside her pussy, filling
her, possibly impregnating her.  But there was nothing she could do about
it except enjoy the ride.  And she knew the other women were watching her,
watching her loose control in her own drive to orgasm, watching her take
his offering inside her body, and if this continued, as it appeared it
would, eventually becoming pregnant with his black child.

   By now the chieftain was grunting in pleasure as his cock plowed in her
pussy, and Mabel was gasping and groaning in return as she drove herself
faster and faster onto his cock, seeking her own orgasm.  As their bodies
continued to pound together she felt it getting closer, and closer, and
then she cried out and her body went stiff as the pleasure washed over her.
As she started to come down from the peak, she saw the chieftain grinning,
knowing he had made her cum on his cock, and she could feel his body
tensing.  She knew he was almost there, ready to spray her insides.  She
felt his cock growing larger and harder inside her, and then with a lurch,
she felt his cock pulse heavily as he jammed himself against her and she
knew he was shooting his cum into her.  Now she felt the steady throbbing
of his cock as it squirted jet after jet of his baby juice into her.

   This time, after he pulled out, she just laid still letting his cum soak
deeper into her as one of the pregnant women cleaned him off with her
mouth. Later, walking back to the harem tent, she could feel some of his
deposit starting to run out of her.  She also saw several of the black
warriors of the village looking at her in her little entourage, and
realized they probably knew she had just been fucked by the chieftain, that
she was carrying his sperm in her belly.

   Life Goes On

   The routine continued.  She did not catch the first month, to her great
relief, but not for lack of trying on the chieftain's part.  She was
summoned to his quarters at least twice a week.  Once, while going to
between the harem tent and the chieftain's tent, she passed some of the
Englishmen going the other direction under armed guard.  She was hideously
embarrassed, being seen topless and in such a short skirt, which showed off
most of her legs.  She just hoped they had no idea what else she was going
through.

   As the routine continued and Mabel accepted the inevitability of her
position, she became at least a partially enthusiastic participant, taking
joy in the physical pleasure of their couplings.  One time she was even
brought along to accompany one of the native women as she was mated with
the chieftain.  As Mabel watched the couple fucking, she felt a longing in
her loins and almost wished it were she who was riding the chieftains large
cock.  She watched with hunger as he lunged into his mate and she saw his
ass cheeks clenching as he ejaculated inside her.

   At the end of the second month, her period did not arrive and she knew
the inevitable had happened.  One of the millions of sperm the chieftain
had been pumping into her womb had found her egg and penetrated it to
create new life, a baby half hers, and half his, that would grow in her
belly, and eventually, enter the world with a cry, from between her legs.
In the meantime, her belly would grow, a clear and obvious sign of her
fertility, or her coupling with the chieftain, a sign for all the world to
know that she had been successfully mated.