Africa Slave QueenChapter 8
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The confident sexy reporter had been in the camp for nearly a month when the routine of sexual repetition began to go strange. She wasn't sure if she was hallucinating, dreaming or dead but the world seemed distant, then she there was big stretches of time which seemed almost outside her body. She was in a bed with bright lights then blackness then glimpses of that German bastard who had raped her with the help of the soldiers and nurse. She sensed passage of time but didn't experience it. In moments of clarity she realised she was drugged but only for that moment to go and Rachel to slip back into a sea of confusion.
She awoke after over two weeks of drugged haze to find herself in four poster bed rape cell, not her usual meagre confines.
She was dressed in a skimpy cloth nightie her head aching with intoxication. She noticed the change in herself almost at once. Her nightie thrust out under her neck, she could feel the extra weight on her frame. Her hands moved up to touch two firm large mounds under her top.
"Oh Jesus."
She choked, pulling the top over her head. Her new porn queen tits thrust out at 45 degree to each other. The things were perfect domes the nipples appearing constantly erect chaffing her on the inside of her nightshirt. They were fat and pink, inch long teats and each had a gold ring through them, like you might find on a bulls nose.
"Oh the fucking..." She stared in disbelief, the German, he was a plastic surgeon." Jesus no, this can't be happening," she screamed. They'd turned her into a pneumatic whore.
The tits were magnificent; though big they were not of a ridiculous size for her schoolgirl frame. Her slim waist now was topped by an impressive silicone cleavage. The tits felt a little tender but not painful, the woman being kept unconscious while the bandages were on. She cupped the round skin feeling the weight she would now have to get used to
She felt her back starting to ache a little, it would probably take some time.
She put her head in her hands in total sobbing despair and then heard someone approaching. Rachel pulled the nightshirt over her new obscene assets and waited. The cell door opened.
It was Mobana.
"Slave," he said in a powerful voice.
"Y... yes master?" She replied in fear. One wrong word and she knew he would he put her through another two weeks of training?
"Your fiancé has left the country. He has accepted there is no more he could do."
Rachel gave a little moan of relization not daring to react anymore.
He continued. "My darling daughter helped him so much, but he just kept coming up against barriers. In the end one of his team was shot near the battle line and he realised it was just too dangerous."
Rachel new chest rose and fell in hyperventilation. "Oh god that's it. I am dead!"
"But don't worry," He added, Koko consoled him through his grief. I think he just needed to release that pent up frustration when he fuck her that final evening. What do you think of that Rachel?" he asked provocatively.
Rachel paused gripping her hands into fists nails biting into her skin to stop her wailing in anger.
"I think whatever my master tells me." She answered slowly and nervously.
He looked down at her nightshirt noticing the bulge created by her hidden breasts.
"Magnificent are they not?" he said with a beaming grin. I hope you appreciate the money I've spent on you.
Rachel slowly nodded her tearful eyes down.
The general looked at his watch. "I have guests here with me today. Tomorrow you'll be flown to my private retreat far to the south. It's almost as remote as this from prying eyes. But for tonight you will entertain our guests in the officer's quarters."
He closed the cell door and marched away.
That evening a long flowing gold dress was brought in for her. She gulped at the sight of it. She'd barely been in clothes for the last month. It fit her perfectly; long split up the thigh the plunging neckline just containing her new improve mounds. Along with the gown she slipped on the high heeled gold sandals. She knew what would happen. She'd be introduced to some disgusting leering man then she'd have to fuck him or worse. Her mind was in turmoil with the feeling of helplessness. She didn't want to do it but she couldn't take another two weeks here.
She left her cell block escorted by two guards. Her heels crunched softly on the dust courtyard as the night air was full of buzzing and clicking insect noise. There was no where to run, it was pointless she was like a lamb to the slaughter she thought to herself. The officer block was a huge keep type structure the helipad on its roof. The sound of laughter and music could be heard as she entered and climbed the spiral staircase.
The general was sat reclined on a sofa sipping a drink. In the room were two other men. They were Arabs dressed in robes their faces dark and tanned their ages mid fifties.
"Ah Mustafa and Ali here she is," exclaimed the general standing up arms out in greeting to his beautiful blonde slave.
The Arabs raised their eyebrows at the voluptuous woman who entered. Rachel was finding it difficult to get used to heels again especially with her new cantilever cleavage and she struggled to remain upright and still. But her shoes accentuated her long legs firming her ass making her shoulder pull back thrusting out her melons. She held her hands together apologetically her long golden hair down one shoulder, blue eyes looking into soulless dark pupils.
"What a beauty!" Mustafa declared in a loud voice then narrowed his eyes. "She seems familiar?"
"Maybe," Mobana replied taking a sip of his drink, "She used to be a TV journalist before she crossed me."
The men burst out laughing the Arabs nodding in understanding.
"Excellent! Excellent!" Ali repeated admiring the general's style.
"I'm Rachel Goodbody!" She suddenly blurted pink lips quivering, "Please I just want to go home." Then she gave a hesitant gulp. "Oh shit!" She though to herself.
The General frowned for a moment then growled.
"Even after weeks of training this one's still feisty."
"All the better general," Mustafa added, "why break all her spirit? I find the prospect of humiliating such a resistant slave so much more arousing." Ali nodded in agreement.
The general thought for a moment. He had slaves; lots of mindless conforming women. The Arab was right he would enjoy her so much better with a little life in her.
She looked as stunning as at those ambassadors' parties she had attended. Still a little arrogant upturn in the nose but her trembling lips told him it was all for show. She knew who was in control. Reports from his nurse had told of spanking sessions till she feinted, tag team fisting and aggressive three hole raping
"I think we'll let you keep your name Rachel." He said after a pause." So you will remember who you were in years come and reflect on what might have being if you had not decided to cross me."
He curled his arm around her waist stoking her hair. "Now sit on my friend Mustafa's lap and let him have a look at you."
Rachel nodded with total fright of his next reaction and did as she was told. The Arab instantly put a hand along her thigh another inside her loose garment to grope a tits. He groaned in delight feeling the nipples with fat rings through and eagerly twisted them.
"Uggggg oh," she gasped, her tit ends yelping. She felt his other hand inside her thigh stroking at her naked groin." Please I don't want to." She said knowing it was pointless.
"Open your legs," the Arab snapped pushing her knees apart with his hands. Mustafa was pulling the dress open allowing him to see her open pussy. He looked on in fascination as his colleague opened an ornate travel trunk and produced a glass test tube about an inch wide with a ball pump on the end. The general looked into Rachel's blue eyes.
"Listen carefully Rachel, my friends here are very important people. If by sunrise they have not been fully satisfied I will feel dishonoured and your punishment will be severe and long."
With this clear message he saluted his visitors and left the room.
Ali closed the door still holding the tube and looked at the seated couple, the blonde wriggling on his friends lap. Mustafa was groping at will, Rachel's long legs kicking out trying to steady her body. He moved in front of them his hands on her knees pressing them apart.
"Now miss first lets see how much of a whore you are." He said as he tested the ball pump on the end of the tube." We want to see you come my dear."
Rachel grunted and struggled as her knees were pulled wider apart. She could feel the bulge of the Arab on her seated bottom his fingers still twisting her nipple rings like dials.
"Please sir," she said in an almost apologetic tone. "Please help me I'm with a news channel they will be very grateful I..."
The Arab sniggered cupping her tits feeling the weight like ripe fruit.
"Rachel Goodbody yes I know who you are. Not so cocky now my dear are you?" His friend waving the test tube in front of her face. It was another crazy suction device she was sure of that. She could see the chest it had come from there were many more bizarre things in it. A perverts workshop she imagined, thinking, "oh God what's he going to do?"
"Oh! Uggggg!"
She gritted her teeth as the Arab pressed onto her slit pushing the open rim down onto her clit. Her eyes widened with a little horror, her clit felt swollen. The Arab sensing her surprise explained.
"A slight alteration here as well I think."
He laughed pumping the rubber ball with his hand. "The doctor enhanced your clitoris as well as your breasts by the looks of it."
"Oh God," groaned Rachel the pull of the suction tube now creating an inch long pink clitty stump inside the glass.
The Arab could see her enlarge bud, like a fat cherry the air been sucked from the tube instantly tugging the fleshy lump up into the airless void. He beckoned his friend to look over the woman's shoulder down to her groin.
"Look at the size of this bitch's sex."
The seated man did just that twisting her nipples as he did. "Maybe she should have a ring through that too?" He said, seeing the bud flesh grow redder as the air was sucked from the tube.
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The SlaveAs it gets later into the night I realize my slave has had nothing to eat or drink, nor has he been allowed personal bathroom time. I excuse myself and head downstairs to allow him up to stretch and take care of things. I asked my roommates to fix him something light to eat and I grab a bottle of chilled water to take with me for him.I sit down on the side of the bed and he jumps, startled at my presence. I grab his balls firmly and ask him if he plans to give me problems if I let him...
Heather was waking up from her nap, and was regretting it already. She wasn't a nap person, and was now facing one good hour of headaches. It beat facing the full brunt of a seven-hour long flight, but for some reason, the headache was really severe this time."Hmmmngh...dammit..."She had shoulder-length dirty blonde hair and cute features marred by baggy eyes and a few freckles. She certainly couldn't be confused for a guy, even with her tendency to wear practical male clothing, but her body...
Heather was waking up from her nap, and was regretting it already. She wasn’t a nap person, and was now facing one good hour of headaches. It beat facing the full brunt of a seven-hour long flight, but for some reason, the headache was really severe this time. ‘Hmmmngh…dammit…’ She had shoulder-length dirty blonde hair and cute features marred by baggy eyes and a few freckles. She certainly couldn’t be confused for a guy, even with her tendency to wear practical male clothing, but her ...
Dealing in the darkest parts of the underworld had its upsides. For a start, it garnered me a lot of money. Filthy amounts of it, especially from the slave and weapons trade. For another, I had... oh, other illicit comforts in my life. A slave of my own, for instance. Every morning, when I woke up, I never used a standard toilet for my wastes anymore. Instead I would undo my lovely slave’s gag and she would press her lips worshipfully to my asshole to eat what I dispelled. Or she would gently...
Jane and Carol at the Great Slave Hunt. CHAPTER ONE ?You'll enjoy it so much, Jane,? Carol told her enthusiastically. ?Just think; a whole three weeks in role together!? Jane was dubious. Her cousin's proposal was exciting, but Jane had never role-played before strangers and she inwardly quailed at the very idea of appearing naked in public. But, deep within, a queer little thrill at the prospect...
First Slave By captv8td [email protected] 1Angela saw the slight nod from the woman. That was her cue. She stepped forward as she had a dozen other times earlier this evening. This was the last one so it would be her final chore for the evening.She stood behind the girl. They were all so young tonight; beautiful but young. The naked redheaded girl who was fastened to the short post with her wrists cuffed behind her trembled. Angela wished that she could whisper something...
Mistress Vera and her slave 2Chapter 3Upstairs Mistress Vera had changed. She sat relaxed on her sofa wearing a simple t-shirt and tracksuit bottoms. She was talking on the phone. “Yes at eight,” she said. “Yes okay I‘ll see you soon, bye.” She hung up the phone but almost immediately picked it up again and began dialling another number. She talked to various people before she finally stood up and wandered into the kitchen. There she selected a cookbook from a shelf and opened it on the table,...
Bara This position is used for a variety of reasons, sometimes as punishment. On stomach, face down and turned to the left with wrists crossed behind back. Ankles are crossed, as well, as if for binding.? "Bara!" he snapped. I flung myself to my belly in the grass, putting my hands behind me, wrists crossed, and crossing my ankles, too. I lay there in confusion, in obedience. He went to pick up the binding fiber which had been removed from my ankles by Tupita, from my wrists, a bit before, by...
Greg gave the rope that tied his sweet slave Allie’s hands behind her back one more good pull just to make sure the bindings where secure. The young, blond woman was bent over in bed, a stack of old towels supporting her so she could comfortably lie with her ass in the air, Allie was unbound other than her hands, and that was less to restrain her but more done as a comfort, Allie loved bondage, it made her feel safe and loved and for the things Greg had planned this evening his...
Mistress Vera and her slaveIn the dungeon the slave kneeled and wriggled slightly in her bonds to again feel the pleasure of her imprisonment. Her whole body was encased in leather, a black cat suit stretched from her ankles to her jaw with a single zip down the back to release her when the time came. Black leather boots, which reached nearly to her knees covered the cat suit on her legs, as did the steel collar which covered the leather around her neck. The tag on the zip was clipped to a ring...
Dream Slave Galleria R.Platz 2008====================================================================== Warnings: This heartwarming family story includes scenes of: 1. Naughty BDSM sex (M/f, F/f, MF/f, M/ff) 2. Women with successful careers 3. Eating women (as main course or tempting side dish) 4. Couple still happily married after 17 years 5. Non-consensual snuff (strictly for culinary purposes) 6. Teenagers If any of these disgust or offend you, please, read no...