Africa Slave QueenChapter 8
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Rachael had not been ravished since little Mobana had taken his own personal revenge nearly a week ago. His games of torture had pushed her to the edge; but since then marooned in this remote palace harem she had spent her captive hours trying to make conversation or rationalise with the other concubines. They were from around the world and although English seemed to be spoken by most it didn't really help. They acted mute either through fear or the continual practices of sexual domination having its effect. Mobana had eight women slaves in all, Swedish blonde type, elegant Orientals' big bosomed Africans; a whole collection of female forms.
Madam Chui their slave master had explained that although Rachael was in the president's personal harem she like the other girls could be expected to service visiting dignitaries and whoever else the governing family decreed. Rachael was grateful the general's reputation held Madam Chui and the most lustful of his aides back. Even his son had not dared repeat his dungeon revenge. Rachael had been marked as special and her stomach had turned on a number of occasions as madam Chui had taken pleasure in reminding the cute reporter that her wedding to the general was very near.
Although she had gone through much in the last few months including body enhancements she was still that dogged reporter underneath; buried very deep but still there. This President Mobana knew very well; he didn't want another brainwashed whore. She had insulted him in such a public way she would remained lucid throughout his planned years of sexual torment. The warm cloak of mental collapse would be no hiding point for her; unlike his other fabulous bodied wretches.
Rachael settled into a routine with her harem world. The surrounding was luxurious and in the day the women were even allowed in a high enclosed garden. Only in the evening did they return to meagre cells but with beautiful gowns on hand to hide their forms from leering guards.
Rachael spent her time thinking; trying to slowly build her defences back up. The torment had nearly broken her and she was thankful of the respite. The daily routines only real indignity was an afternoon visit to the medical wing. Here a tall ebony skinned medic would examine and weigh her 40inch tits before injecting her big round assets with a syringe full of strange solution. It was uncomfortable but done in a caring nurturing way the man clearly concentrating on his medical work rather than some perverse sex game. The only answer she had gotten was from madam Chui who had explained that money would be no object in keeping her as an ultimate male fantasy. Waif thin and having a proportioned 32C chest only a few months ago, she already knew that he was prepared to use medical technology to enhance her body.
At night she was plagued by nightmares and foreboding. Her fiancée had abandoned her unknowingly believing her dead and even that had been given an extra cruel twist with Koko her ex best friend and the also the generals daughter seducing him on the final night before he flew home in grief.
It was early morning of her fourth week here when she awoke covered in nightmare induced sweat. The hum of a helicopter was drifting through her high barred window. It could be any number of military staff but Rachael somehow knew different. It was him, the general had arrived.
It was cool that dawn as the presidential chopper taxied in line with a red carpet, a row of immaculate soldiers snapping to attention. This was his special retreat only men drawn from his own tribe; his notorious personal regiment could be allowed the responsibility of his protection.
The side door opened and the men concentrated on staring straight ahead as two long high heeled legs stepped down onto the claret floor. The tall athletic woman waited for the uniformed general as he lifted his portly frame from the cabin, straightened his jacket and snapped his cane at his side in salute to his men. She then smiled hooking her arm inside his, leaning in to his shoulder as they walked. The woman's chocolate skin and heaving chest were a contrast to her linen white dress, her long black lashes and deep pooled eyes beautiful but also slightly demonic.
"Father," Koko said in her sweet voice pulling the general closer as he inspected his men. "I don't know how you've contained yourself this long?"
The general didn't smile, instead continued his inspection then stopped as he reached the final figure in the line.
It was Madam Chui.
"Are the guests on route?" He asked as they walked; madam Chui hurrying after the general, the long legged Koko easily keeping a pace of her fathers strides.
"Yes general the ceremony is planned in two days." She replied at a canter.
The general looked back at the woman. "Only, if she is ready!" He snapped; madam Chui nodding in understanding and praying the little blonde bitch would be.
It was afternoon before Rachael realised the general had indeed arrived. The beautiful young woman had once again endured a visit to the medical wing, the doc injecting her enhanced tits with a solution for the twentieth day in a row. Her breast ached; the weight feeling a little heavier each day. Since the operation they had been silicone firm but somehow though she found it impossible to imagine they had grown even harder and fuller. Her nipple rings had been removed and her teats were swollen and erect causing her golden gown to deform into her womanly shape.
As she re entered the warm flower covered courtyard she saw the general and his daughter standing there. Around him on their knees were his concubines looking obedient and attentive.
"My dear you are looking as beautiful as ever." He said with a false smile and he congratulated the madam on how at home his captive reporter looked. Koko didn't speak instead looked at the blonde with a upturn nosed arrogance. Rachael glared back then to the general.
"Sir," she said swallowing her pride. The general smiled again but wasn't fooled.
"Good your understanding is very clear now, isn't it?" Rachael nodded; walking slowly closer.
"I hear Little Mobana had fun and games with you," Koko said the generals face showing annoyance.
Rachael didn't reply.
"He's such a naughty brother," the African babe added with a glint, the tale of sexual torture no doubt relayed with gusto back to his sister by the little bastard.
"The insolence of youth" The general announced," I will deal with him later; but first our wedding my dear."
Rachael took a deep breath her chest rising and falling impressively.
"What ever you wish general. But you know it's false. A sham. what satisfaction do you get from that?"
She stopped herself saying anymore seeing the man's eyes narrow. Was it anger or frustration she saw?
The general looked down at his compliant whores. "You will become like them is that clear?"
Rachael looked back at him and slowly shook her head.
"Father is this slut worth your time?" Koko said, her annoyance at her fathers fascination with this woman clearly showing.
He continued. "I can see in your eyes the satisfaction you would get from slitting my throat on our wedding night."
Rachael didn't respond. She knew escape was impossible maybe revenge was the only solution
"I am not afraid," he added, "I know you will not do it."
Rachael just stared back non committal.
"Let me show you why," he said almost tasting the hatred emitting from the sexy American newshound.
The general snapped a finger and a nearby aid hurried forward. He had a small camcorder in his hand and the general took it and flipped open the viewing screen. He handed the thing to Rachael as it began to play. She stood still, almost frozen to the spot as she watched
It was a street, she struggled to tell where then she caught sight of a distinctive Florida car plate. It appeared to show a number of excitable men jabbering in their native tongues sat in a car viewing a house across the road.
Rachael's suddenly felt sick
"Oh God!" She knew this house.
The camera pic jumped and dipped inside the car as a woman came into view. She was early thirties, blonde pleated hair wearing slacks and a jumper. She had two kids who she hurried down from the house to the family SUV.
Racheal looked at Mobana as he nodded then back to the film of her sister taking the kids on the school run.
"Your sister is very attractive isn't she?" Mobana said, Koko folding her arms looking smug as Rachael's face grew paler and paler.
The SUV sped off and the camera jostled as the excitable men got out of the car and hurried to the house. They were looking for a way in and Rachael saw them reach the rear porch door and gently push it open. One of the men's smiling faces looked into the camera as the group, dress like trash workers entered the house.
"You see Rachael," Mobana said beginning to explain. "My reach is far and look at the ease in which my men can get into that sexy soccer moms house."
Rachael knees turned in as she saw the group head up stairs looking in all the rooms. The camera panned to one thug as he stood in her sister's bed room. He was waving a thick black double ended dildo that he had concealed with him; looking like a medieval mace the end bulbous and with rubber spikes
"Oh god please no you can't." Rachael said her stern voice broken. Then remembering she was watching a recording she added. "Please no you didn't? No you haven't?"
Mobana laughed.
The men were running now, scrambling down the stairs out into the porch. One remembered at the last second to close the door. It was like an African version of the keystone cops, a perverse slapstick performance as they babbled and tripped. They reached their car just in time the camera showing them ducking and slowly peeping back over the road as her sisters car returned.
Samantha, Rachael's older sister got back out of the car the kids now safely at school; she stretched showing a full jumper encased chest before climbing the steps back to her home. As she entered the gang's car set off speeding past the house the camera panning to show her sister safely entering. Then the house disappeared out of view as the car turned a corner.
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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...