African slave Queen-daughters dirty games

Note : This story is completely fictional!

These are the adventures of Rachel Goodbody. Once a sexy reporter for a media giant; but now believed dead, lost with her film crew in an unfortunate air accident while deep in the African jungle. However she was not that lucky! And now she is the personal toy of the evil dictator she once crossed. If you would like to know how she started on this insane journey and what it took to get this over confident TV babe to become the "African Slave Queen" then read the aforementioned story. If you don't really give a hoot then dive straight in. Finc

Rachael had not been ravished again 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 by the continual practices of sexual domination having its effect. General 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 into 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.

Goodbody 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 explanation she had gotten was from madam Chui who had said 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 to cartoon fantasy poportions.

At night she was plagued by nightmares and foreboding. Her fiancée had abandoned her unknowingly believing her dead. Even that had been given an extra cruel twist with Koko her ex best friend and the also the generals daughter seducing her media tycoon boyfriend 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 father’s 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 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 an upturned nose 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 playfully; the generals face showing annoyance.

Rachael didn’t reply.

“He’s such a naughty brother,” the African babe added with a glint, the tales 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 picture 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.

Rachael 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; 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 agent, no doubt on a student visa, as he stood in her sister’s bed room. He was waving a thick black double ended dildo that he had concealed with him. The thing looked like a medieval mace the end bulbous and with rubber spikes

“Oh God please no you can’t.” Rachael said her stern manner 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 sister’s 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 opened the door 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.

Then the picture went black.

Rachael gave a gasp of relief and began to pant. She was nearly hyperventilating; had she breathed in the last few minutes?

Mobana let the situation sink in. “How many unfortunate incidents could befall one family?” He asked seeing his captives mind in despair. “You see I have total control over you.”

Koko laughed wickedly and walked over to Rachael. ”My dear lets be friends again,” she said sarcastically. Rachael eyes gave the reply. Unfazed Koko continues. “Father a girl needs a hen night before her wedding does she not?”

Her father looked confused.

“It’s a western tradition,” Koko added, “a party with her girl friends before she marries.”

Rachael didn’t know what to say. Blackmail could be so effective.

Koko hand trailed along the blondes shoulder then over her aching bosom.

“So hard father, your doctors really are experts.”

Rachael winced; disgusted by her ex friend admiring grope.

Mobana gave a satisfied grunt. ”A good idea my daughter I will also have a party tonight!” And with that he gripped the hair of his Scandinavian bitch. “I will begin with you my dear,” he added as he led her away.

Koko put her hands to her mouth in mock excitement as two soldiers hurried to her aid.

“Bring the goody-goody miss Goodbody and oh her as well, the sultry one.”

Koko had pointed to the oriental girl knelt on the floor. She was Korean maybe, bobbed black hair, olive skin with a well proportion body curvy hips and great tits. Mi Lei like all the other girls hardly said a word her big lips parting in a slight gasp realising that this evil bitch had singled her out for attention tonight.

Koko stood between the nervous women linking arms with both.

“Now girls,” she said playfully, “Lets go visit the prison first shall we?”

Rachael didn’t try to speak to Koko. She had known her years at college but she didn’t recognise the evil woman guiding her playfully down into the depth of the cell block. How could that sweet college friend have turned into this witch?

“Now girls this is a game I sometimes like to play,” She explained, “I’ve got eight rebel soldiers newly flown in. Normally we don’t take rebel scum as prisoners. And guess what we’re not going to start now.”

She giggled as the door opened and the three goddesses stepped into a large dank cell.

At the wall stood the eight rebel soldiers; they were late teens up to old veterans. All were naked, grime covered and with their hands chained above the heads.

Koko stood in the centre of the cell in a commanding stance her high heels raising her well over 6 feet tall. She explained to them all men and girls alike what was going to happen. The men were dead, they had to accept that. Once they left this cell it was the firing squad. They had one choice a quick or slow execution.

The prisoners eyes showed anger but also understanding of their inevitable fate.

She continued, they were scum not fit to lick her shoes and their final hour would be given up to amusing her.

The two escorting guards drew their revolvers and stood in the far corners of the cell.

“Now you two darlings,” Koko said with a stern voice looking at the women, “I want every man hard.”

Koko purred and cooed like a stroked cat as the two women began their task. They had been told to strip and now both naked in the warm humid cell they wanked and on command from Koko sucked each captive man to rampant erection.

The men moaned and shouted some disgusted some accepting their fate. Rachael had been made to swallow the eighteen year old boy soldiers cock to the hilt the young man grunting and gyrating never experiencing such a heavenly delight before. Few of the men had even seen a white woman naked let alone received the attention of a growing expert sex slave like Rachael.

Her big tits were glistening, bobbing back and forth as she gobbled the young man, other men rock solid just at the view. Her sultry oriental colleague was holding two cocks at once as she then sucked another; the three men of differencing ages and appearances all groaning in unison.

Rachael was told to do the same; reaching out with her hands to coax firmer ball tight erections from flanking prisoners.

The boy was near orgasm and she pulled her mouth off him moving her attentions to another. Koko had said if any came she would shoot them herself here and now.

Rachael felt totally helpless; she was a toy in this cruel game. Some of the men thrust back eager for her attentions others looked to the ceiling embarrassed. Others spat at her, angry, seeing her as a Mobana whore; representing all they were fighting against.

But all of them were steel hard under her spell.

Koko walked up and down the line every so often gripping a cock giving it a hard forced wank; looking at the prisoner deep into his eyes enjoying her control over him.

She was teasing, laughing, and goading her prisoners. Asking them if they liked it, were they about to shoot? How did it feel to be the president daughters little doggies? She explain tonight after they were dead she would use a big vibrator on herself remembering their faces. “Can you imagine that?” She cooed seductively, elegant long nail fingers pressing on their bulbous rampant cock heads.

Rachael spat a dripping cock from her mouth the anger building

“For fucks sake you bitch, you fucking evil bitch!”

Slap!

Koko’s hand struck her face and Rachael went sprawling on the floor.

“It looks like our reporter cares for these wretches. Good listen up.”

Koko explained as one by one the men were unfastened from the wall and their hands tied together in front of them. “You have five minutes for this bitch to make you come.” She said pointing to the curvaceous blonde curled on the floor. ”Anyone fails to shoot then your deaths will be unpleasant indeed.”

As the guards and Mi Lei stepped back Koko peered down at the kneeling Rachael.

“Now it’s up to you sweetie. Show them what you’ve got. And remember don’t let them down.”