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Michelle's Story - 3
by Dawn1958 (dawnharvey1958@hotmail.com)

***

Michelle goes to visit Africa with her husband and they 
quickly find out how devious some African airport 
security guards can be. Michelle is a refined white lady 
who has never had an interracial relationship and she 
never expected it to happen on a trip with her husband. 
Her experiences were profound and now she is taken to an 
African village where she meets Zuberi and his two 
daughters. (MF, nc, bi, orgy)


Author's note: Please email me with your comments or 
suggestions, as I appreciate readers when they take the 
time to email. This short story was written for a 
special person and I hope these fantasies excite and 
satisfy her.

I receive many requests from loyal readers to do stories 
for them but it takes me weeks to do a story properly. 
After receiving this request from Michelle, I decided to 
try doing a real short story for her and see if it comes 
off okay. See what you think.

***

PART 3

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.

Sarge kept him occupied many hours a day in the capital 
city before they were scheduled to visit some outlying 
villages. 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."

Sarge didn't tell Rodney much other than they were going 
to the village where he was raised. 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."

Sarge directed Michelle to a seat and he sat down next 
to her. 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 and without any body markings.

Sarge noticed Michelle looking around so he decided to 
explain a few things. "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; yet 
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.

Zuberi took her into a room, which looked neat, but it 
was extremely hot and dry. 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.

Zuberi sat back down in his royal chair and watched with 
a grin of approval on his excited face. 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.

One of the strong warriors, who had many tattoos on his 
muscular body, put his strong arm around her waist and 
held her steady. 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.

Sarge had told 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.

Zuberi rolled on top of her thrashing torso and Michelle 
obediently opened her legs, as wide as she could. 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 and 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 loud 
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.

Zuberi fucked Michelle who was graciously given to his 
tribe by his devoted brother, 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.

***

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.

Thema was the virgin princess chosen to marry the 
highest regarded, new warrior of the tribe. 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.

***

Thema was excited yet still apprehensive about leaving 
her childhood behind and entering the new chapter of her 
life. 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 yet she didn't move away. Then the hot lips 
closed on her mouth and the woman's tongue pried the 
virgin lips apart.

Thema could feel the intense heat of Michelle's naked 
body burning through her clothes and it seemed entirely 
natural to strip. 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 yet 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.

Thema threw herself at the white woman knowing she could 
trust her. 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.

Thema thought she had found the pot of gold at the end 
of the rainbow, but she was totally mistaken. 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.

When Michelle slowly started kissing the young African 
all over, the girl laid back relishing the intense 
caresses. 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.

***

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. 
Suddenly the pain was gone and she wondered if it ever 
existed?

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 just the 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.

Thema slipped her long, slender finger into the soaked 
hole and her tongue paid the ultimate homage to the 
delicate clitoris. 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; 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... she may not be happy."

Thema rattled on and on trying to explain things, but 
not really getting much across. "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, as 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 and 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 moved closer and suddenly her arm 
was around Michelle's back, as she pulled the woman into 
her youthful body. Michelle struggled not wanting such 
intimate contact but something swiftly changed her mind.

Nia put her face against the side of Michelle's 
flustered face and said something. "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.

Nia's face slowly came forward and Michelle knew what 
was going to happen. 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 
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 notably 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.

Nia had a plan formulated in her mind and she was fully 
confident that nothing could stop her. 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... 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.

Nia desperately wanted to take her slave to the privacy 
of her home, but the urge for power kept her in the 
square. 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 
yet 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.

Nia was now a queen to her friends and they all looked 
up to her. 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.

Nia walked tall and proud, as she took the white goddess 
by the hand and led her into a stable, which housed only 
horses and various animals. 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 yet 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.'

Nia felt the desire to obey her white goddess so she 
spread her legs. 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.

Nia thrust her hips at Michelle knowing the woman would 
take her through heaven and hell at the same time. 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 yet 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.

Nia witnessed Michelle demise when her two friends each 
gobbled a hardened nipple with their teeth. Michelle 
used her hands in vain to shield her boobs yet 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 freaking 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.

Thema's hand was outstretched and it was obvious what 
she demanded. 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.

Thema yanked Michelle's arm sternly indicating she was 
not happy. 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.

Nia followed them for a little while pleading with her 
sister for forgiveness. 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.

Thema seemed to pull and lead the stumbling woman until 
they entered the newly constructed home. 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, as the young 
woman tried to explain. "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. 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. Now it 
throbbed with a familiar desire.

Thema's hands were all over Michelle, caressing her 
back, her shoulders and her ass. 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.

Thema tasted the sweet nectar and furiously drank the 
river of cum. 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 yet she 
deemed her time would come. It was growing late in the 
afternoon with Baako and the rest of the men not 
expected back for another hour or two. Then more 
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.

Nia vowed to be at the door when her father left 
Michelle. She knew Zuberi would be suspicious yet Nia 
was determined to intervene and 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.

Nia reasoned that her father having intercourse with 
Michelle was far better than the whole village sexually 
abusing her goddess. 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?"

Thema heard her sister and welcomed the chance to speak 
to her. 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."

Nia was no fool and she already knew that the white 
woman would be totally disgraced if she wasn't strong 
and resilient. 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 immense 
beauty.

Thema and 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 yet 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.

Thema and 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, as she grew 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 was 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. 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.

Nia stared at the prettiest, pink 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 the 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.

Nia was in-charge and she deemed that the white woman 
was her love-slave. 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 cleverest 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, yet 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 witty 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 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.

Thema had to shake her head so she could stop the 
mesmerizing affect of her sister's body. 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.

Thema hid her displeasure well and she smiled at the two 
who rummaged for something to cover their nakedness 
after she woke them. 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.

Thema and 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.

Nia never moved and she felt the bed sink from Thema's 
weight. Thema's arm brushed against her sister's heated 
flesh and 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 yet 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.

Nia perched on her knees so that she could put her lips 
next to Michelle's ear. "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... 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 yet she 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. She was 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.

***

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... 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 into the air-
conditioned limo.

All of a sudden Michelle noticed a commotion. She looked 
out the windshield to a procession 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 yet 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.

THE END

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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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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