Africa Revisited

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Ian Weaver looked out over the flame trees that lined the broad avenue that led up to the whitewashed manor house of his family’s plantation. The Weaver’s had been in Africa for many generations, original Dutch settlers of the Transvaal They had hacked out a living from the bush and wrested a profitable coffee plantation from it. Of, course it was not only by the sweat of their brow that Flame Tree had grown to what it was, but also by the sweat and the back breaking labor of the Africans that they employed. Weaver thought of them as His people an out mode but quaint hold over from the colonial days. Where Afrikaners had fought tooth and nail against the colony becoming independent and had even gone so far as to break with the crown. The Weaver’s had stayed true blue to Crown and Country. When the enviable final came most of the planters were more than pleased to let the country fall apart. Let the Kafers run it if they could.

That was not however the view of the Weaver’s. Ian’s father had been a colonel in the Kings African Rifles, and as a KAR Officer he had served with the native black troops. Ian had grown up playing with Sergeant Major Salassy’s son MaCumba. Like his father before him Ian joined the national government had served as the minister of the exchequer under the man who had been his father’s Sergeant Major in the KAR, President Salassy. He had resigned from his office when his childhood friend MaCumba Salassy was declared President and Dictator for life, that was two years ago.

Ian turned over the telegram in his hand that notified him that President MaCumba would be paying him a visit to discuss some irregularities from his time in Office. He folded the note and placed it in his pocket when he saw his wife coming towards him from her gardens. She was a stunning beauty and looked more like a girl in her late twenties than a mature woman in her early forties. She had come from a very different background than Ian and her family had to scrape and scrap for everything if nothing else Mrs. Weaver was a survivor. She had set her cap for Ian and where her family name stood for nothing his on the other hand did. So, for her the family’s good name came before all, and was worth any sacrifice. She was indeed a strong woman, if shallow in her outlook, if the truth be known she was much stronger than he and the dominate one in their relationship. Though their marriage may not have been a happy one, it was one of social stability. Mrs. Weaver missed the social life of government house and resented her husband’s resignation and the provincial life she was now condemned to.

The great joy of Ian Weaver’s life was his daughter Emily. She had been away at school in England, but now she was coming home, home to Africa and the very thought of having his little darling around him brought a smile to Ian Weaver’s face. Yet Weaver was not the only one looking forward to young Miss Emily Weaver’s return. A dark twisted smile bowed the lips of President and Dictator for life MaCumba Salassy for he had some very special plans for the young beauty.

MaCumba Salassy took on last long look at Flame Tree Plantation from his presidential Limousine. By now the District Police Commissioner had presented his child hood playmate an offer he could not refuse, to accompany the Commissioner to the Provincial Capital to answer questions about the irregularities of his term as Minister of the Exchequer, or to have his entire family including his sweet little darling daughter taken to Burundi Prison. Ian Weaver smiled as he kissed, Emily and his wife Caroline good-by.

“Not much of a home coming I fear My Darling, but I am sure that I shall be home very shortly.”

He put as brave a face as he could on it and yet he knew well that very few survived such an accusation from the dictatorial regime of President MaCumba Salassy. He gave his wife Caroline hand a reassuring little squeeze before stepping into the District Commissioners car.

An hour had passed before MaCumba told his driver to take him to Flame Tree‘s manor house. The Ride was a dusty one. When they pulled up in front of the veranda Salassy’s chauffer, a stunning tall African beauty in a classic form fitting Chauffer’s uniform, riding boots and visor cap, that left little to the imagination, as the uniform accentuated all of her charms. Even Caroline had to admit that the girl was a stunning creature as she held the Limo’s door open for the President and Dictator for life. MaCumba saw Caroline Weaver pacing the veranda wringing her hands.

Your Excellency……

MaCumba listened as Caroline Weaver told him of all that had happened, the accusations against her husband, that he had been taken away by the District Police Commissioner for questioning and what a disgrace it would be if it became known in society circles.

“There, There Caroline….”

MaCumba’s voice was dark, rich, soothing and full of concern for his childhood chum. He found it interesting that Caroline Weaver appeared to be more worried by what society would think than about her husband’s fate.

“ Caroline my dear you know that Officially I cannot interfere with a government inquire, but……….”


He let his voice trail off as if considering a possible course of action that might save Ian and the Family’s good name.

“…but perhaps a gesture that would show all the Right People that I put no store in these accusations.”

MaCumba saw a glimmer of hope flare in Caroline’s eyes That somehow the Weaver’s good name and her position in polite society might be saved.


“Tomorrow I am hosting a weeklong hunt Safari at Flame Bush my hunting preserve. I understand the Emily is back from school in England, why not bring her over,…. I shall invite her to stay for the hunt………..”

There had been whispered, scandalous, rumors about Flame Bush and the Presidents Hunts


“…………..I would invite you to stay as well Caroline, but I know that you will be quite busy in arranging a barrister to represent Ian during the inquires ……”


Again, a pause as Salassy let the knowledge that the invitation was for Emily alone to become crystal clear in Caroline‘s mind.


“………….I understand that Emily is a gifted student and quite a stunning young beauty. Have her at Flame Bush by noon!!…….”

All pretense of charm was gone now and there was no doubt that the last was a command.

“………….Caroline she will not need to pack a bag for the week.”

The silence that hung between them was deafening and as Caroline’s full ripe lips parted to protest the Presidents outrageous suggestion, he pressed a single finger to Caroline Weaver’s lips.

“ I fear that neither you or the Emily would fare well in Burundi Prison Caroline……..Emily is now…..what….20.….and quite a stunning young beauty…Have her at Flame Bush Noon sharp!!!! Caroline.[/QUOTE]

 

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Emily Weaver had her headphones on, enjoying Ariana Grande in Positions. She kept looking out of the window in her flight back to Africa and home. It was a regular feature in her yearly routine. Each holiday, she craved to be back with her parents. Earlier, while in school, and now, while just into college pursuing an under-graduate course with Honours in History, she had and was being educated in England, a place she loved. Her ancestors from her mother’s side were from England unlike those of her father, who were Dutch. She had already put in a year in college and would be back in England after a longer break now.

Emily was yet to reach twenty, which would be in another four or five months. She was gorgeous and bewitching with nougat-color hair falling across her shoulders and a lovely pair of beryl-green eyes on a beautiful face. Yet, it was her figure that instantly drew attention. She had the most shapely pair of breasts a young girl could hope and the perfectly rounded hips with a slender and supple waistline, almost wasp thin, that made one long to hold her by the waist. Emily was proud of what she possessed. Her mother, Caroline, was a pretty woman herself but Emily was far more ravishing and ‘desirable’.

Rhythmically, she kept tapping her feet and kept shaking her head to the music. She was enjoying every moment of her journey back home, thinking of the lovely manor house that was her home in Flame Tree. Emily loved every moment of her stay during her holidays, just as much as she enjoyed studying in England, and of those moments she spent with her father among the greenery of the countryside.

The young girl was surprised that her father had not come to the airport to receive her. He was always there without fail, whenever she would be revisiting her home and parents. What was further surprising was that neither did her mother come to the airport because that is how it had been all along whenever she had to be picked up.

This day, however, it was a workhand from their plantation, whom Emily knew just by face. He remained largely silent on the drive back home, answering more in nods and shakes of his head to questions that Emily would ask her.

At the manor house, Emily was surprised to see her mother Caroline in a considerable stage of distress. Ian Weaver was trying to calm his wife but, to Emily, it was evident that even he was shaky and worried. She quickly took the three or four steps to be on the long verandah that ran around the sprawling manor house. She was beside her father in moments.

It was then that she saw a black man in police uniform, obviously high ranking, at the end of the verandah that faced the driveway. He was sipping a cup of coffee and peered, through his sunglasses, at the young girl who had made her presence just then.

“Oh Daddy! Whatever’s the matter?” Emily could not hide her anxiety. She looked enquiringly at the policeman.

Ian hugged his daughter, kissing her on the cheeks.

“Emily, he is the District Police Commissioner. I am required to report to the provincial capital regarding some enquiries relating to the past and I am to accompany him now. He was kind enough to wait till your arrival,” Ian tried to satisfy her enquiring eyes.

Ian saw the looming fear in her eyes. Although young, she was not ignorant of the secret ‘going-ons’ within the country that was as much as their home as that of the natives of this land.

“Not much of a home coming I fear My Darling, but I am sure that I shall be home very shortly.” Ian tried to console her before he released her from his embrace.

He walked up to Caroline, kissed her once before giving her hand a little squeeze and turned to the District Commissioner, telling him that he was ready to go.

The moment they left, the two women, both mother and daughter, were hugging each other with tears welling up in their eyes. They cried silently for a while.

“I am so sorry that your first day of the holidays has begun like this. Don’t cry baby, I am sure things will turn out okay and dad will be back soon,” Caroline said. Yet, she was not sure. These visits from government officials, supposedly for so called irregularities, usually ended without the accused ever returning.

Yet, she was still hopeful that this would not be similar in the case of her husband. Her belief arose from the longstanding relationship that they had with President MaCumba Salassy, who was her husband’s childhood friend or even MaCumba’s father, who was himself the previous President.
Based on the telegram received by Ian from the President, Caroline had expected that her husband would not be taken away for questioning at least till the President’s visit. Yet, that had not happened. The Deputy Commissioner took away Ian even before the President’s arrival. Any moment he was expected now.

Caroline thought it best to ensure that her daughter Emily was not around when President Salassy arrived. There were too many scandalous rumors floating around this man, but nothing even near to his unending appetite for sex and orgies at Flame Bush. He had an almost constant lust for beautiful and shapely girls.

“You must be tired, Emily. Why don’t you go and have a warm bath and some rest. I have a top-ranking official coming over, I’ll meet you in the evening,” Caroline told her daughter, without disclosing that the person was President Salassy.

Exhausted, and now saddened and worried, Emily retired to her room. She was almost feeling unclean in the dress that she was wearing for the past several hours and mingling through the swarm of passengers at Heathrow Airport and at her destination. She took off her clothes, admired herself in the mirror of the bathroom, pressed her breasts with her two dainty hands to feel content with what she possessed and climbed into the bathtub.

Outside, moments later, President Salassy arrived at Flame Tree in his presidential limousine, driven by a stunning black girl in uniform as his chauffeur.

Naked in her bathtub, covered in soap bubbles, Emily could hear suppressed voices floating in from the veranda, but they were mostly inaudible from where she was. She could even hear her name uttered once or twice but she ignored it as she started feeling comfortable and relaxed in the warm water in which she had sunk herself.

“….. I understand the Emily is back from school in England, why not bring her over,….” Emily heard, mid-way through whatever conversation was being carried out between her mother and the unrecognized voice.

Must be an invitation somewhere, thought Emily. The family did get invitations from acquaintances whenever Emily was back home for her holidays, and she did not find it unusual. She kept relaxing in her bath, almost falling asleep.

By the time she was out of her bath and lay down on her bed in her robe, the voices had stopped, and Emily assumed that her mother was alone. However, tired as she was, she remained in her room and fell asleep.

When she woke up, evening had set in and it was dark outside. She dressed in summer casuals and walked out of her room.

Caroline was in the sitting room, looking into the palms of her hand as she sat in a couch. It was obvious that her mind was somewhere else, and she was certainly very uneasy. Distraught at what she heard from President Salassy and his incredible requirement, she wondered how on earth she would broach the subject to Emily.

At the same time, she thought how fortunate she and her husband had been in sending off their younger daughter Samantha to her uncle living in USA. Samantha was two years younger than Emily, and at eighteen, was equally gorgeous. But she rarely visited her home in Africa, hardly once in two years or so, because her uncle and aunt had no children of their own and felt lost in her absence.

“On! There you are mom. Is Daddy back yet?” Emily asked.

“No darling, and neither have I received any calls from him” Caroline said in a shaky voice.
Her voice betrayed her anxiety and Emily came and sat down beside her. She hugged her mother, concerned at her mother’s agitated state of mind.

“What is it Mom? Is Dad in trouble? Is it serious?” Her mother’s anxiety was very disturbing for her. True that she knew that things in the country were not smooth or peaceful, but she never thought that it would spill into their family too. Not with President Salassy being a childhood friend of her father.
Caroline remained silent, staring blankly at her daughter for a while before turning her face away.

“Mom, oh please tell something, don’t be so quiet. Who came to meet you? Why do you seem so worried, almost scared?” Emily implored of her mother to say something, something to ease her own mind.

“President Salassy. President Salassy came to see me, when you were in your room,” Caroline knew she had to disclose the inevitable. If not now, later most certainly. The honour of the family was at stake. The lifelong reputation built up by two generations of the family was about to be thrown into the dust. She shivered.

Her shivers caught Emily’s eyes. She now heard that the person who had visited her mother was no less a person than President Salassy. When was the last time Emily had seen him? A year earlier or two? Before he became the President? She wondered.

Her recollection of how the man looked, came in easily in her mind. Always in uniform, fully decorated with all the medals on the front of his coat, he was almost six and half feet tall, strong, powerful and obese. He was black with a big face and thick wide lips, short curly hair, and eyes that cruelly pierced you with a sort of aggression that was frightening. His head seemed to be dug into his chest as if it had been pushed in, so that he looked like a man without any neck at all.

Emily shivered just imagining the man who was her father’s childhood friend. How old would he be? Around fifty, just like her dad? Thankfully, she did not have to come out in front of him when he made that short visit earlier in the day. Yet, she was apprehensive, and wondered if her family was really in deep trouble already.

“Is everything okay, Mom? We will get out of this, wont we?” But Emily’s voice did not sound very sure of what she was hoping for.

 

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Caroline watched the tender seen play out between father and daughter before Ian was taken away by the district commissioner. She knew that Present Salassy was do at any moment and she did not want Emily to hear what would be said. “You must be tired, Emily. Why don’t you go and have a warm bath and some rest. I have a top-ranking official coming over, I’ll meet you in the evening,

Caroline was left on the veranda to await president Salassy. Their conversation was short and to the point he wanted Emily at his hunting retreat “Flame Bush” tomorrow by noon sharp. He also made it quite clear if Emily were not then they both could end up in Burundi Prison. The disgrace of it all was the first thought that popped into Caroline’s mind. She pushed the thought of what might be required of Emily at Flame bush from her mind.

When Emily came down after her nap she could see that something was upsetting her mother. “Oh! There you are mom. Is Daddy back yet?” Emily asked.

“No darling, and neither have I received any calls from him” Caroline said in a shaky voice.
Her voice betrayed her anxiety and Emily came and sat down beside her. “What is it Mom? Is Dad in trouble? Is it serious? Mom, oh please tell something, don’t be so quiet. Who came to meet you? Why do you seem so worried, almost scared?” There was unmistakable concern in Emily’s voice as her eyes searched her mothers.

“President Salassy. President Salassy came to see me, when you were in your room,” Caroline knew she had to disclose the inevitable. If not now, later most certainly. Caroline was now concerned with the honor of the family was now at stake. The lifelong reputation built up by generations of the family was about to be thrown into the dust. She shivered.

“Is everything okay, Mom? We will get out of this, wont we?” But Emily’s voice did not sound very sure of what she was hoping for. “ President Salassy has invited us to his hunting retreat at Flame bush. It is an invitation we can not refuse We are to be there by noon Emily.” Caroline would let Emily believe the invitation was for them both. She would know the truth soon enough. Any sacrifice was not to high a price to pay for the family’s honor.

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The next morning Caroline ushered Emily into the waiting Land Rover for the jarring drive over the rutted provincial roads to Salassy’s compound.

Caroline turned on her daughter with the biting sarcasm that was so much a part of her personality.

“ I know what you are thinking Miss Emily Weaver, you can't believe that we're bowing and scraping to this black man while he has Dad in prison! ………..Personally, I can't think of a better reason to bow and scrape to him!"

Her mother had snapped as the land rover approached a roadside check point.

The Guards were keeping as much as they could to the shade and out of the searing sun of the Veldt . The dust kicked up by the range rover announced the approach of the vehicle well in advance. They had their instructions the girl was to be taken to his Excellency by Helicopter the Mother once the helicopter had departed was to return alone to her home. The Arab mercenary that served as part of Salassy’s elites Stepped out holding up his hand.

“ Halt! “


The Man’s uniform was impeccable, and his dark eyes took in Emily Weaver’s supple young body appraisingly.

“Miss Weaver please come with me President Salassy has ordered that you be flown the last 50 miles in his private helicopter…..” The man paused and then continued in a most charming and disarming manner. “As there is room for only one passenger it will have to return for your mother.”

Emily was hustled into the waiting helicopter and whisked away to MaCumba’s isolated compound far from family and friends.

MaCumba was waiting as the chopper set down in his remote compound He held out his hand to Emily as she stepped down from the Chopper. He pulled the Girl into his powerful arms hugging her firm young body to his as the Chopper lifted off.


“I have Looked forward to this for a long time Miss Weaver. To have you here for a week so that I may thoroughly enjoy you.” Salassy’s pronouncement that she would be here for a week caught Emily by surprise. She had only the dress she wore.


A small group of the President’s guest were gathering as the stunning young beauty arrived. The North Korean Trade Minister, the Soviet Military advisor, and an Arab oil Sheik. Each was escorted by a bare breasted blonde beauty. Emily recognized that they were all daughters of prominent white planters.

The first session was always the most difficult, as his latest victim would fain innocence and virtue. MaCumba eagerly awaited the shocked expression when his intention became clear, the outrage, but oh how sweet this pitiful little dove’s surrender when she finally realized she had no real option but to submit to his will and his pleasure. He loved the feel of the young beauty in his powerful arms, the way her high firm breast heaved as he held her tight to his body as she tried to step away,

“Miss Weaver, it grieves me so to have inconvenienced you on such a sweltering morning but the detaining of Ian……“ The president voice was tinged with apparent sadness. “……of your father is of most grievously important.”

Like his forebears MaCumba Salassy was ruthless in battle as well as in the pursuit of something or someone he wanted and ebony giant wasted no time in getting to the heart of the matter. “Miss Weaver I fear your Father is in serious trouble.”


President Salassy let Emily slip from his arms. Yet he still held both her dainty hands in his. “Miss Weaver I can do nothing officially……Our Constitution forbids such things …………………It would be most improper.” Slowly he drew Emily closer to him again. He let her feel the power in his body, he held her dainty wrist clasped in his powerful hands and held them up between them, almost as if she were his prisoner, her hands cuffed in ebony flesh instead of steel.

“Yet Miss Weaver there are other ways to aid your Father, unofficially, to ensure that he is only reprimanded, a reasonable period of house arrest at Flame Tree .”

Salassy had noticed how the young beauty’s stunning eyes had took in every lured detail of the rouges gallery of his guest for the hunt, and the three gorgeous bare breasted Planter’s daughters. The time for subtleties were over. “ Considering the other young Ladies Miss Weaver, you are quite overdressed.”


As the frighten doe gasped in shock President and Dictator for Life MaCumba Salassy’s lips claimed Emily Macalister’s in a most scandalous and intimate kiss. “ Emily strip for us!………Amuse me with an erotic display of your charms!”


Despite the softness of his voice it was touched with his iron will and left no doubt in the young beauty’s mind that it was a command, a command he expected Emily to obey. As he saw the flare of temper flash in the young white beauty’s eyes MaCumba eyes darkened and in a hushed deep soft voice devoid of all emotions he simply said,

“ If you rather not then perhaps you would rather entertain the guards at Burundi Prison where your father could watch. ”

 

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“President Salassy has invited us to his hunting retreat at Flame bush. It is an invitation we cannot refuse. We are to be there by noon Emily.” Caroline had said in the evening when Emily was with her after her short nap.

So that was the invitation she had heard about while she was taking her bath, Emily thought. What about the trouble Dad was in, why couldn’t he be released, she questioned in her mind. Was his crime that serious? It looked so unjustified to Emily, and a sufficient reason for them not to accept the invitation.

“Mom, how could you accept the invitation of President Salassy when it is his very police who have arrested Daddy? Didn’t you tell him that, couldn’t you refuse?” Emily had been overcome with a feeling of abhorrence, much of it guided towards her own mother.

She loved her father dearly, like most daughters would, and found her mother’s behavior odd and out of character. Not that Emily was surprised. She knew her mother to be very sarcastic at times, almost hurtful. She never endeared to her mother as much as she did to her father.

Caroline could hardly tell her daughter the real reason for her accepting the invitation at that moment. The words of the President clearly rung in her ears –

“………….I understand that Emily is a gifted student and quite a stunning young beauty. Have her at Flame Bush by noon!!…….”

Or those most outrageous words what he had said soon after - “………….Caroline, she will not need to pack a bag for the week.”

And even the threatening words to ensure Emily’s visit to Flame Bush a certainty - “ I fear that neither you or the Emily would fare well in Burundi Prison Caroline……..Emily is now…..what….20.….and quite a stunning young beauty…Have her at Flame Bush Noon sharp!!!! Caroline.”

Instead, Caroline had explained to Emily that the visit would give them the best opportunity, with her daughter’s help of course, to plead with President Salassy and ensure an amicable settlement and pardon for her husband, Ian. Her husband’s quick release instead of being indicted would help protect the honor of the family. Protection of family’s honor was paramount and bugged Caroline more than anything else. She simply didn’t have the heart to spill the terms of the bargain at this stage which would, definitely, horrify Emily and make it impossible to make her go along with her mother.

Emily, somehow, believed her mother. May be that, she thought, would be the best opportunity, to speak to the President. He would be relaxing and in a better frame of mind when otherwise engaged in official seriousness. Besides, her mother would be there with her and who knows, one week could be just as enjoyable. May be, they could request the President to ensure that even her Dad join the gathering in Flame Bush.

“Yes, Mom. I think you have a point. We will get the President to not only release Dad but make him get Daddy to join us too.” Emily felt a surge of joy rush in from nowhere at the thought.

“I hope so,” said Caroline, without any show of emotion.

“I’ll just take a small bag with a few clothes for the one-week trip, Mom.” Emily had got up to get to her room for the little bit of packing that she had to do.

Caroline didn’t tell her that President Salassy had wickedly suggested that Emily need not pack a bag for the week.

The ride next day was bumpy, but it gave both mother and daughter to speak out their mind to each other. Neither seemed to be happy at what had turned out at the beginning of Emily’s holidays be.

The primary task was to get Ian Weaver released, and each knew that sacrifices would have to be made if required. Caroline was certain, Emily guessed. Yet, till now, Caroline hadn’t told her daughter about the ridiculous proposal of President MaCumba Salassy attached to the invitation. She knew about Emily’s vanity, about her ‘airs’ and feelings of superiority. She was not prudish, but neither was she easy picking.

It was this that made her blurt out, “I know what you are thinking Miss Emily Weaver, you can’t believe that we are bowing and scraping to this black man while he has Dad in prison! …. Personally, I can’t think of a better reason to bow and scrape to him!”

They had sat in silence thereafter till the sudden cry of “Halt!” when they had come to the roadside checkpoint.

Emily had been horrified when the guards informed that she would be alone for the remaining part of the journey which would be by helicopter. Although not fully relieved, the assurance of a return flight for her mother eased her mind.

She was aghast that her bag remained in the Land Rover and her repeated cries to bring it along was met with stoic silence.

Unknown to Emily, the moment her chopper flight took off, her mother had been ordered to return home. Caroline was aware this would happen and was soon driven back to Flame Tree.

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During the immediate moments after both mother and daughter were separated, Emily sat silently in the chopper fidgeting with her fingers. How quickly would they get her mother after she had landed? Would she bring along her bag containing her clothes and personal belongings that was left behind? What if she forgot? What would she wear over the next few days? That day she was wearing a white, long-sleeve tank top and a deep blue pleated skirt that came down to her thighs. That was all she would have if her bag didn’t arrive. These were natural thoughts of a young girl, more concerned than anything else with her looks, when people were around.

Yet, events unfolded before Emily in a manner that made her mind turn away from dress and looks. She was not entirely ignorant of the President’s debauchery and sexual exploits but had never apprehended anything like what followed soon. She was, after all, the daughter of a close childhood friend of the President of the country.

It set the tone of days that Emily would spend at Flame Bush and began she stepped out of the chopper.

“I have Looked forward to this for a long time Miss Weaver. To have you here for a week so that I may thoroughly enjoy you.”

MaCumba had pulled the Girl into his powerful arms hugging her firm young body to his as the Chopper lifted off.

The first words of welcome. The first indication of what was to follow. No pretensions, no semblance of decorum or decency.

Shocked and unprepared at this vulgar approach and uneasy in the big man’s hug, Emily tried to pull away. It was futile. He was far too strong, far too overbearing against this fragile, delicate, soft, and beautiful girl. But her eyes were free, and she could look around. Someone to cry out to help, if there was any help at all.

She glanced at a few of the President’s guests neither of whom she recognized. There were three and all of them were not from the country. Later on, she would get to know they were VIPs - the North Korean Trade Minister, the Soviet Military advisor, and an Arab oil Sheik. And they were really partners in crime of this despot who held her to him.

She did, however, recognize the three escorts – all blonde daughters of prominent white planters. Shockingly, and what seemed scary to Emily already, they were all bare breasted and in skimpy skirts almost revealing the knickers they were wearing. She knew each of these girls by name, ones with whom she had either played with when they were younger or met in social gatherings when the planters held their periodical parties – Bridget, Tanya and Ginny. They were all almost of her age, between eighteen to twenty.

But Emily stood apart from them in more ways than one. She was not a blonde like them. But more than that, she was far more ravishing in every sense.

The three girls were in a sort of trance, remaining aloof and indifferent and didn’t respond to Emily’s show of recognition. Their tormentors hugged them, having an arm around either their waist or butt, greedy faces almost on their lips or breasts. She knew, however, that even her fate would be no different than these girls.

MaCumba firmly held Emily to him. The pretty girl bore the man’s unrelenting clutches as best as she could. Shrewdly, he stated how his allegiance to the constitution and law prevented him from helping her father from the accusations levelled against him. And then, the means of lessening the degree of punishment and level of hardship for her father.

“Yet Miss Weaver there are other ways to aid your father, unofficially, to ensure that he is only reprimanded, a reasonable period of house arrest at Flame Tree.”

Emily was about to ask what those unofficial ways were before she heard MaCumba speak out again abruptly.

“Considering the other young Ladies Miss Weaver, you are quite overdressed.”

“Whaa….” The surprise in her voice was evident from the incompleteness in what she mumbled as she gasped at the President’s words.

Before she could complete the word, MaCumba’s thick lips were on Emily, as he kissed her intimately almost squeezing the young body into his massive frame.

“Emily, strip for us! ……..Amuse me with an erotic display of your charms.” President Salassy had said softly, expecting obedience, just as others did without question.

Yet, despite her fears, she behaved just as any other girl would in the face of this lurid words and act.
Every nerve in her body reacted to try even more desperately to pull away, her legs flailing in front of her, almost kicking MaCumbe in his legs as the big man kissed her. MaCumba saw the flare of anger in Emily’s eyes, and holding her by the wrists, he hissed cold words of caution to cower Emily into submission.

“If you rather not, then perhaps you would rather entertain the guards at Burundi Prison where your father could watch.”

Undaunted, Emily tried to disentangle her locked wrists from MaCumba’s grip. But to no avail. She was handcuffed in ebony flesh.

Exasperated, Emily cried out, “You’re hurting me.”

“Then don’t resist, Miss Weaver,” gibed the Soviet Military advisor who stood not far away.
She ignored the Soviet.

“I thought you were my father’s childhood friend, President Salassy,” said Emily, disgusted at the President’s behavior, and yet almost appealing to his sentiments.

President Salassy remained unmoved. He kept looking luridly at her, loving the feel of soft flesh on his dark, strong body. He drew her more into himself, enjoying the look of fear and outrage on her innocent face.

Just then, Emily heard someone retort, “Yes, he is your father’s childhood friend. He is also President MaCumba Salassy. He likes hunting and playing games too, with pretty and young girls of your age. And, to tell the truth, he is not alone in these preferences.” A sniggering laughter followed his words, whoever might have said it.

Emily knew for certain that her horror had just begun. And, by now, she concluded that her mother wouldn’t possibly be beside her on this trip. She would have to fend for herself and her father in the best way that she could.

“You’ll have to release my father first, President Salassy,” Emily said firmly, trying to show her defiance while, at the same time, subtly indicating that she was pliable to negotiation. She had, by now, stopped her physical resistance.

 

[cgraven]

The crew of the helo exchanged knowing looks between each other. This was not the first white planter’s daughter that they had flown to Flame Bush, but she was without a doubt the most attractive one. The moment that Miss Emily Waver entered the helo her fate was sealed. Little did this gorgeous young beauty know that her life as she knew it was over as President Salassy had some very dark plans for the young beauty.

Emily looked so innocent with her peaches and cream complexion, the modest little outfit she wore. The girl looked like she was on her way to an afternoon tea dressed in her a white, long-sleeve tank top and a deep blue pleated skirt that came down to her thighs, rather than a hunting camp. Macumba drank in Emily’s youthful perfection as she came over to him. Salassy boldly enfolded the girl in his arms, “I have Looked forward to this for a long time Miss Weaver. To have you here for a week so that I may thoroughly enjoy you.” These first words of welcome were chillingly the first indication of what was to follow. No pretensions, no semblance of decorum or decency.

As Emily struggled in Macumba grasp her futile little efforts to escape his grasp seemed to amuse him. Her struggles seemed to attract the attentions of Salassy’s guests who were accompanied by three bare breasted beauties, Bridget, Tanya and Ginny, she knew them, they were all almost of her age, between eighteen to twenty. The three girls were in a sort of trance, remaining aloof and indifferent and didn’t respond to Emily’s show of recognition and each wore a leather slave collar around their slender neck. The men took indecent liberties with their young bodies as they hugged them, arms around either their waist or ass, greedy. It must be clear to Emily that her fate would be no different than these girls.

While there was no denying that these three young girls were beautiful it was also true that their beauty could not hold a candle to Emily’s beauty. It was time for Macumba to make perfectly clear to Miss Emily Weaver of what would be required of her. “Considering the other young Ladies Miss Weaver, you are quite overdressed.” Oh, how he loved the look on Emily’s angelic face as she managed to sputter “Whaa….”. Oh, how precious this ravishing young beauty was. Macumba looked forward to just what he would do with her and to her in the coming days.

“Emily, strip for us! ……..Amuse me with an erotic display of your charms.” President Salassy said softly, it was clear he was a man use to giving orders and having them obeyed and expecting obedience, just as others did without question, of Miss Emily Weaver.

Emily fears were confirmed by Salassy’s lurid words and her struggles to escape became frantic now. Macumba smiled broadly into the young girl’s eyes even as her efforts to break free of him came to nothing. Exasperated, Emily cried out, “You’re hurting me.”

“Then don’t resist, Miss Weaver,” gibed the Soviet Military advisor who stood not far away. The Korean Trade Minister retorted “Yes, he is your father’s childhood friend. He is also President MaCumba Salassy. He likes hunting and playing games too, with pretty and young white girls of your age. And, to tell the truth, he is not alone in these preferences.” A sniggering laughter followed his words.

Even if Emily could break away from Salassy, the question was where would she go? She was isolated and surrounded by Salassy and his guests. It was also clear that the three girls would be of no help. Emily would have to fend for herself and her father in the best way that she could.

“You’ll have to release my father first, President Salassy,” Emily said firmly, trying to show her defiance while, at the same time, subtly indicating that she was pliable to negotiation. She had stopped her physical resistance her body now limp resting against Macumba’s broad chest. “A little demonstration of good faith is in order Miss Weaver, or should I say Emily for I shall get to know you quite intimately my dear before I am through with you.’ Macumba’s grinning face smiled broadly as he once more kissed her passionately. “To show your good faith Emily remove your blouse and bra.” Again, he smiled darkly ” you have until the count of three.”

Salassy’s big ebony hands suddenly ripped Emily’s white tank top open. “See I have helped you start Emily……..One” Salassy’s three guest formed a circle around Emily Weaver as well as the three girls. “Two…….” Boomed out Macumba Salassy’s voice. All eyes were on the chaste young beauty. “Three……”

Macumba did not care if Miss Emily Weaver did or did not remove her blouse and bra for the dye was set. At Three he pushed Emily towards the Russian Military adviser, and he caught her in his arms and kissed her in the most indecent manner. Then the girl was pushed towards the Korean and he caught her ripping more of her blouse. Emily then found herself in Tanya’s arms. Tanya kissed Emily as passionately as any of the men and whispered, “If you’re a virgin you won’t be by the time we are through with you.” Then Emily was shoved to the Sheik who enfolded Emily in his arms, he then grabbed her ass with one hand and gave it an indecent squeeze, and a firm swat. “Miss Emily I shall enjoy fucking that tight little ass of yours.”

Emily once more found herself in Macumba’s arms, he yanked back her head his fingers entwined in her soft brown hair. “Remove what is left of your blouse Emily and bra or I shall let my guests have their fun with you.” It was apparent that the only chance for Ian Weaver and for Emily to avoid a looming gang rape was to surrender to Salassy and do as he commanded. The men and the three girls waited anxiously to see what the trapped little beauty would do.

 

[Lady_S]

Emily thought it was a good bargain with the President. True she would have to face the man’s lascivious advances, but the bargain would help in getting her father exonerated. She should have been wiser, as events proved soon.

Bargains and negotiation are possible between parties who are nearly equal. Not when the difference between them had a yawning gap as theirs. While her tormentor was almost fifty, she was just a girl who was not even twenty and therefore lacked the maturity. He was the powerful, despotic President of a country, while she was just a student, alone and helpless. She was white in a country that was predominantly and overwhelmingly black. He could do anything and everything by sheer force while she was incapable of even making him release her hand that he held tightly in his grip at that moment. His advantage was a hundred times more than hers.

The President simply ignored what Emily had hoped for.

“A little demonstration of good faith is in order Miss Weaver, or should I say Emily for I shall get to know you quite intimately my dear before I am through with you.”He even went to the extent of explaining how that ‘faith’ could be demonstrated.

“To show your good faith remove your blouse and bra. You have until the count of three.’ His thick lips were instantly on hers, passionately kissing her fully on her lips.

To make matters even more difficult for Emily, President Salassy had given her time up to a count of three to part with her blouse and brassiere. The counting, however, was just a pretension.

Before Emily could even lay her hand on her blouse, MaCumba’s hands were on the front of her white tank top. In one swift movement, he had ripped it halfway down the middle, exposing the top of her white, lace bra. Unprepared, and uncertain, she tried to bring her now free hands to hold the front of her apparel together. Helplessly. Even if she wanted to say something, she couldn’t.

There was glee in MaCumba’s face as he taunted Emily and begun the count of three..

“See I have helped you start Emily……..One …… Two…..” Even though her mind was on her tattered dress, she could see the guests and the girls drawing nearer. And everyone had their eyes on her.

“….Three!”MaCumba blared, thrilled at seeing Emily so helpless. At the same time, he pushed her towards the Russian guest.

Disgustfully, Emily felt her lips engulfed within a wet mouth and a tongue that was forcing its way in. She tried to pull her face away. The breath of the man was repulsive and nauseating.

“Leave me,” she tried to squeal. But her lips were caught within the repulsive mouth of her Russian tormentor. Like MaCumba, he too was burly, and his big arms were around her, gripping her ass within huge hands. He squeezed them for a moment before pushing her towards the Korean.

Unbalanced, her hands moved away for the ends of her torn tank top which now lay folded across her breasts. The Korean caught the ends of that dress and ripped it down in half. Her lovely breasts, still covered within an exotic brassiere, heaved up and down. Emily looked a sight.

Despite what had happened, Emily was not spent. The behavior was only turning her into a ferocious cat, surrounded and cornered.

“You dirty piece of shit,” she screamed as she stretched her hand to the Korean face. Unprepared, he tried to move away, but could not dodge the end of her fingernails. A red scratch mark etched across his face. He pushed her away to recover from the immediate pain on his cheek.

Emily now found herself in Tanya’s arms who began kissing her no less passionately than MaCumba or the Russian. In her school days, she had experienced experimental kissing with other girls. But she never really had let this lapel stick to her. Her first reaction was to deny, although this was nowhere as disgusting as it was in the case of the Russian. Also, it was easier for her to try and push away.

“If you’re a virgin you won’t be by the time we are through with you.”Tanya had whispered.
Startled, she whispered back, “How could you? Didn’t we play together in our childhood? Do these filthy men pay you?”

No answers. Just being shoved into the arms of the waiting Arab Sheikh.

The Sheikh, still wearing the traditional white ‘thawb’ dress, grabbed her ass with one hand and gave it an indecent squeeze, and a firm swat.

“Miss Emily I shall enjoy fucking that tight little ass of yours.”

“Go fuck yourself, you fucking Arab. Go fuck those girls, those filthy sluts all of them,” Emily was quickly losing her own sense of decency in the anger that welled up in her. In better times and in a batter frame of the mind, it would be unthinkable of her to anything even as indecent or foulmouthed.
The fact was that in her wildest fears, she had not expected that her plight would go beyond one man, this horrible MaCumba Salassy. Yet, here she was, thrown around among a wild group of the most disgusting, despicable, debauched perverts.

There were cruel looks on MaCumba’s face when these short scenes were being played out. He looked away from Emily to one of his guests, the Russian who she got to know later was a man named Dimitri Smirnov.

At the same moment, Emily found herself back in the arms of MaCumba Salassy. He held her close, holding her around her waist with her back squeezed into him.

“Remove what is left of your blouse and bra Emily or I shall let my guests have their fun with you.” MaCumba said in a cold voice.

“As if your guests are not having their fun already.” Emily wondered, thinking to herself. But she knew the futility of further resistance. Better to part with whatever remained of her dress and keep them intact instead of resisting and get them torn to shreds. After all, she did not have any spare clothes, what with the bag left behind.

Reluctantly and slowly, she took off whatever remained of her tattered tank top and then her skirt. But then she waited.

From behind her, MaCumba pulled on the straps of her bra, indicating that it also needed to come off. She shook her head firmly in denial unnecessarily, knowing the outcome. The powerful man gripped the bra and yanked it off at the hooks. It snapped. MaCumba forced it out of her shoulders and arms to just throw it away.

Emily stood there. Her taut and firm breasts exposed, nipples sitting proudly in the center of her pale pinkish areola. She still had her panties and stockings on, items not yet included by the President in the ‘throw away’ list.

Her shapely breasts exposed for all to see, she was still held back by strong hands gripping her at the arms, Emily couldn’t feel more humiliated. MaCumba just moved her from his left to his right, showing her off as an exhibit for all to see – not just guests, but even his attendants and security staff.

President Salassy looked at Dimitri Smirnov. There was an unexpressed communication between the two. For the Russian took out a sheet of paper from his pocket. He smiled mischievously as he looked at its contents, and then read them out.

“Miss Weaver, I can’t tell you how happy we are to have you with us today. For your pleasure and entertainment, we have lined up a program for the next seven days,” Dimitri read out from the piece of paper in his hand. He looked at MaCumba, who nodded his hand signaling him to continue.

“We have, as you have seen, welcomed you in the best possible manner, befitting a young, beautiful, ravishing and certainly, one of the sexiest in this country. We can assure and promise you, madam, that this entertainment will continue,” he read, taking delight in uttering every word as loudly and clearly as possible.

Emily could not believe that she was really listening to this sarcastic charade of a welcome. All to fulfill lurid interests of a President and his guests.

“Stop it! You call this a welcome? A sort of entertainment to a girl who is not even half your age? From someone who is my father’s friend? And I came along for the President’s party, believing his word?” Emily ranted, futilely she knew.

“Quiet! Girl!” The Korean tried to silence her.

Dimitri Smirnov began reading from the piece of paper once again.

“We begin our program with individual performances by the girls. Bridget, Tanya and Ginny have, over the last three days, entertained us already. We will hope Miss Weaver will not hesitate to present her performance and keep us just as equally entertained.”

He looked around, wanting to catch Emily’s reaction. But she remained aloof and disinterested.

The Russian continued to read.

“We have a number of programs lined up, beginning with hours in what we call ‘The Dungeon’ inside Flame Bush to a full day in hunting in the woods surrounding this lovely place. And, like always, we will have live bait, for sure. There are more, much more, lined up for your entertainment over seven days.” He laughed out aloud, almost wickedly, as he looked at Emily once again.

Emily’s face was ashen. She was scared like never before now. The magnitude of her trouble started to sink in.

 

[cgraven]

All eyes were on the stunning young Miss Weaver as her trembling fingers went to the tattered remains of her virginal white tank top. But it was her stunningly beautiful and expressive eyes that MaCumba Salassy was watching before he turned her to his guests. He loved how they had darkened and flared with her righteous anger at his scandalous demands of her. Emily knew that white women did not strip for black men. Macumba had seen in Emily’s tear shimmering eyes the realized that she had no choice but to submit. He wondered if this gorgeous young beauty knew just how sensual and arousing she was as she slowly striped the remains of her tank top and then shed her pale blue skirt as she stood in the blazing sun, taking her time, drawing out the inevitable.

Emily Weaver now knew all the stories of depravity that where told about President Salassy where frightening true. Macumba smiled as Emily’s tank top had fluttered to the ground and the way her skirt cascaded down her shapely legs. When the stunning young chestnut haired beauty hesitated removing her bra he forcefully ripped her bra from her to leave Emily standing there bare breasted, the only scrape of modesty left to her was her skimpy little panties. Macumba loved having the stunning young white beauty in his grip and at his mercy, he let his fingers trail over the curve of her ass. “Gentlemen see how firm and tight Miss Weaver’s ass is, I wonder if anyone has fucked that tight delight.”

There were crude laughs as MaCumba’s guest pressed closer to the trapped beauty. His ebony hand cupped Emily’s breast feeling its firmness, his thumb rolled her nipple under its pad as he judged just how responsive her supple young body was despite Emily’s obvious distress.

“Very nice Miss Weaver…………….” MaCumba moved Emily from left to right, showing her off if she were an exhibit, so all could see her semi naked beauty – not just guests, but even his attendants and security staff. A knowing glance passed between Macumba and Dimitri Smirnov

Smirnov took a neatly folded paper from his pocket he cleared his throat and in a very officious manner and began to read. “Miss Weaver, I can’t tell you how happy we are to have you with us today. For your pleasure and entertainment, we have lined up a program for the next seven days,………… We have, as you have seen, welcomed you in the best possible manner, befitting a young, beautiful, ravishing and certainly, one of the sexiest young ladies in this country. We can assure and promise you, madam, that this entertainment will continue,……..”

The true meaning of Smirnov words could not be hid by the mockery of his welcoming speech. As he went own the young beauty began to have outline what was to happen to her now that she was in Salassy’s clutches. Emily’s pious, righteous temper got the better of her as she ranted “Stop it! You call this a welcome? A sort of entertainment to a girl who is not even half your age? From someone who is my father’s friend? And I came along for the President’s party, believing his word?”

The men laughed at Emily’s outburst. The North Korean eyes narrowed as he deathly whispered “Quiet! Girl!”

“We have a number of programs lined up, beginning with hours in what we call ‘The Dungeon’ inside Flame Bush to a full day in hunting in the woods surrounding this lovely place. And, like always, we will have live bait, for sure. There are more, much more, lined up for your entertainment over seven days.” Dimitri Smirnov laughed out aloud, almost wickedly, as he looked at Emily once again, his eyes boldly roving over the young chestnut beauty nearly naked body. The tip of his tongue slid across his lips as he saw the fear in the stunning young beauty’s expressive eyes.

Macumba loved the little shiver of fear that passed through Emily’s gorgeous young body as he held her tight to him. He had continued to maul her breasts and nipples as Smirnov read his welcome to her as Macumba cock was pressed hard to Emily’s heart shaped firm little ass. MaCumba continued to examine Emily’s body discussing her delicate charms as if she were a spirited filly he had just purchased for his stables. He then turned to his guests ,

“ Who’s turn is it to entertain us today?”

“Bridget entertained us yesterday” The Korean trade ministered volunteered.

“Tanya was most delightful on Tuesday” The Dimitri Smirnov chimed in.


“ Ginny the day before Mr. President. Why not Miss Weaver today!” Ventured the Arab Oil Sheik Mustafa Said

“An excellent suggestion Mustafa.”

MaCumba turned Emily’s in his massive ebony arms, his eyes held her captive in his dark gaze as if she were a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming lorry. “It seems that you have been chosen to entertain us Miss Weaver?” Macumba ebony fingers cruelly entwined in Emily’s silken tresses He snapped Emily’s head back and kissed her bowed neck, his teeth nibbled her ear. “Tell me Emily do you like jewelry?”

“Dimitri I believe you have some gifts for Miss Weaver.” Macumba once again turned Emily to face her tormentors as the soviet advisor stepped forward into Emily’s terror filled world. He smiled into her eyes as he dangled a pair of vicious looking nipple clamps from the golden chain that joined them together. The jaws opened and he clamped the girl’s right nipple. He kissed the tortured pale pink bud even as he clamped her left nipple and then gave their chain a viscous little tug.

“ Dimitri did you forget the other little present for Miss Weaver?”

MaCumba almost cooed the words even as his ebony fingers slipped to Emily’s tight little panty clad pussy and he began to roll her clit under the pad of his finger through the thin garment. It was abundantly clear where the third clamp would be place.

“Your excellency President Salassy, Dimitri may I suggest a game to amuse Miss Weaver?” Kim Lue the North Korean questioned. Macumba nodded his head Dimitri’s eyes showed he was interested in what Kim had in mind. “What did you have in mind Kim Lue?”

“Why not have Miss weaver run the Maze. Give her a head start and then lose the hounds. Each beast to wear the color of one of us. Who ever hound can catch Miss Weaver will have the pleasure or removing her panties and placing the third clamp.” A cheer went up from Salassy’s guests. “Miss Weaver you will have a five minuet head start. If you find your way out before you are caught the third clamp will go unplaced.”

Macumba loved these little games where Emily would have no real way of escaping her fate but merely briefly delaying it. Emily heard the baying of the hounds. Emily was led to the maze’s entrance. “The time starts know Emily. Run, run for all your worth!” Macumba shouted as he pushed her into the Maze. Three minutes later he softly commanded, “Loose the hounds.

 

[Lady_S]

Emily’s fear was too clear to President Salassy. One cannot hide real fear, not when the frightened are held so close to the tormentor as in the case of Emily. More so, when the group that had gathered near her were bent on scaring the wits out of her. That was their fun – to get her into a stage where she would decide that surrender was the best form of defence and of ‘being safe.’

Squirming helplessly within Salassy’s powerful arms, crushed into his lusting body, Emily helplessly endured the torrid mauling on her breasts. As others watched front the front, his fingers tweaked her nipples while he gripped the soft perky orbs in his rough big hands. Her nubs hardened in a few moments. It was a natural human behavior, but to someone who exhibited a pious, righteous temper till now, it was wrongfully indicative, and very embarrassing. There was a flush on her face. She wished he would stop it. All the while, she felt the man’s aggressive hardness on her little ass, and she could do nothing about it.

Emily went on listening to the banter between the guests - on which girl had entertained and when. Her ears were quick to pick up her name when it came up, ventured by the Arab Sheikh Mustafa, Mustafa.

“An excellent suggestion Mustafa.” No delay there, from President Salassy. Everything was falling into place, just as he had planned, when he had set his mind on this prized ‘filly’. She would win him many a trophy in the form of VIPs and foreign delegates to lever and extract from. He smiled broadly, turned her around to face him, and bend down to bring his mouth near the girl’s ears.

“It seems that you have been chosen to entertain us Miss Weaver,” Emily heard President Salassy whispering in her ear. He played with her silky tresses, looking deeply into her eyes, frightening her so much that she stopped blinking for a while. He pulled on her stresses, forcing her head to bend as he kissed on her bowed neck.

“Tell me Emily, do you like jewelry?” He said, nibbling and softly biting her ear lobes.
Whatever is he asking that for, wondered the fear-stricken Emily. So irrelevant, considering the circumstances in which she was deeply in to.

“Huh?” Emily exclaimed almost silently which President Salassy either didn’t hear or preferred to ignore. Within moments, she got her answer.

“Dimitri I believe you have some gifts for Miss Weaver.” Everything fell into place for Emily soon. She knew the purpose of MaCumba’s question, understood very clearly what sort of gift and its purpose. For, Dimitri had stepped in front of her and dangled a pair of vicious looking nipple clamps from the golden chain that joined them together.

Terrified, Emily attempted to pull away, but in MaCumba’s viselike grip it was impossible. The jaws opened as Dimitri clamped them on her two breasts, locked them with an accompanying key, tugging to see if they were secure, and kissed the tortured pale pink buds in delight.

Ashamed, humiliated and in pain, Emily could do nothing.

More terrifying was what she heard the President ask and did after the clamping. He had made it so vulgarly obvious about the third clamp with his fingers on her panty. Emily could only shiver. She had only heard about these sexual toys and items. Never had she imagined these would be used on her. Where would it end? When would this end? She thought of better times - of safer times with family and friends.

Emily was jolted back to her present predicament very soon. Horrified, she heard the way they wished to entertain themselves now. Hounds? Setting hounds after her? In a maze? The Korean Kim Liu’s words rung in her ears. What debased, devilish idea was this? Astounded, she realized that this had the approval of all in that gathering from the eager and wholehearted cheers among them. Oh! God! Have pity, she murmured within herself.

Still holding her from the back, Salassy couldn’t see her face. Macumba loved these little games where Emily would have no real way of escaping her fate but merely delaying it briefly. Oh! How he loved her face now!

Emily was scared beyond belief, wondering if this were real. Just then, she heard the barking of the hounds from a distance. She tried to turn her face, trying to implore to MaCumba, wanting to tell him to reconsider and stop this terrifying game.

“Please Mr. President. Not this….” The voice of a frightened lass.

MaCumba was indifferent. He had a sinister smile at the corner of his face. He pulled her along, almost lifting her easily in his hands, to the front of the gate opening out to the maze.

“THE MAZE” read a board on an arch at the top of the gate. Another smaller one, a notice, hung just below. “Miles of unforgettable pathways. But forget your way, at your own peril.”Very ominous, Emily thought fearfully as she looked looking beyond the gate. Giant trees in between hedges that were much taller than eye level, thick foliage that prevented one to see the other side of each pathway, and shady darkness covering most of the area, were all that she saw.

“The time starts know Emily. Run, run for all your worth!” Macumba shouted as he pushed her into the Maze.

“But where? What if I can’t find my way back?” A very frightened and shaky voice of a girl who had already given up. There was only devilish laughter in response.

The door to the building shut on her face. Emily was in tears, staring down the pathway that was nearest to her. Part of it had sunlight filtering through the tall trees. She ran a few steps, her naked breasts swaying and dangling while the golden clamps clasped shut on her nipples. Fortunately, she still had her panty protecting her from complete nakedness, and a pair of loafers protecting her delicate feet.

Emily started running aimlessly, hoping to find a branch of a tree high enough to save her from the hounds and yet, low enough for her to climb onto.

She remembered what Kim Lue had said just a while back – of hounds with different colors to identify ownership. Colored collars, in all likelihood, and the winner to get the prize – she! Emily guessed that there would be four hounds – there were three guests and President Salassy himself. To her, each of them was just as repulsive. It was immaterial to her as to which hound found her, and who, out of those perverted barbarians, got the privilege of clamping her clit with another ornament she had heard about.

She ran for her life.

Inside the Presidential mansion, the Sheikh chuckled. He thought of Jasmine, one of the prettiest in his harem. How would she fare in such a maze? He decided to bring her along in his next visit.

President Salassy had a crooked smile at the corner of his mouth.

“Loose the hounds” he said.

“Just a moment, President Salassy,” said the Korean Kim. “aren’t we supposed to know which hound is for whom? After all, the winner in the pack would mean who is the winner among us.”

Realization dawned on the President. He turned towards his butler, Corbeau. One nod from the master was enough.

Soon, Corbeau had lined up four hounds in front of the guests. One was a mixture of black and tan, one red, one a grey with streaks of black, and there was one that was fawn colored. Each stood ready, waiting to be released, and eager to be given a prey.

Each of these hounds belonged to President Salassy. He knew their breed, knew which was the fastest and best tracker. Sly that he was, he quickly picked the grey colored hound. The others made their choice one after the other.

Without a word, the Corbeau went and picked up Emily’s torn bra that lay at a distance. The dogs needed a scent to track their prey. This piece of fabric would serve that purpose for sure. Just a whiff was enough. In one instant, they were eager to run. Barking incessantly, they waited for the gate to open before they were off in a dash.

How much time had elapsed before the hounds were set against her Emily didn’t know. But, even from the distance that she had covered, she heard the barking – faintly at first before the intensity increased. She ran as fast as she could, turning left or right on the hard pathway, wildly guessing if it were the right path to safety. None of the trees had any branch low enough for her to jump up and perch herself on.

Some distance behind her, the hounds were taking their time, stopping and sniffing to track their prey. But the best among them was fast. Suddenly, at a turning, it moved left and sprinted really quick. It had seen Emily, and its strides were much quicker. Really seconds before Emily would be at its mercy.

 

[cgraven]

Macumba Salassy loved the way that Dimitri toyed with Emily’s pale pink nipples before her clamped each in turn. The look of fear in the young Chestnut beauty’s eyes. The gasp of pain as the serpent sharp teeth of the clamp bit curly into Emily’s sensitive nipple and the way her gorgeous supple young body stiffened as the pain laced through every fiber of her young body. Then the way Dimitri so sweetly kissed that tender tortured rosebud nipple caressed it with his tongue. Dimitri then turn his evil attention to Emily’s neglected nipple he swirled his tongue around her unclamped nipple until it was a taunt little nub that crowned the girl’s puffy dusky pink areola so that when he clamped it the pain would be almost unbearable. The gathered guests and staffs enjoyed every moment of Emily’s torment and every staggered gasp, moan and scream that bubbled from her sweet ripe lips.

When Salassy drew attention that there was yet another clamp to be placed it became horribly apparent to Emily where they intended to place it. “Your excellency President Salassy, Dimitri may I suggest a game to amuse Miss Weaver?” Kim Lue the North Korean was as smooth as silk and yet there was an ominous to it. Macumba nodded his head Dimitri’s eyes showed he was interested in what Kim had in mind. “What did you have in mind Kim Lue?”

“Why not have Miss weaver run the Maze. Give her a head start and then lose the hounds. Each beast to wear a colored collar of one of us. Whoever hound can catch Miss Weaver will have the pleasure or removing her panties and placing the third clamp.” A cheer went up from Salassy’s guests. “Miss Weaver you will have a five minuet head start. If you find your way out before you are caught the third clamp will go unplaced.”

Salassy loved holding out a ray of hope to his victims as it enhanced the enjoyment he got from these little games and their suffering. He led the terrified young beauty to the entrance of the Maze where she was greeted by an elaborately carved sign that read, “THE MAZE……….Miles of unforgettable pathways. But forget your way, at your own peril.”

“Please Mr. President. Not this….” There was a tremor in Emily’s voice, a fear like that of a lost little girl as she begged a man that she had know all of her young life. “The time starts know Emily. Run, run for all your worth!” Macumba shouted as he pushed her into the Maze. “But where? What if I can’t find my way back?” A very frightened and shaky voice of a frightened young girl carried a note of defeat in it of one who had already given up. There was only devilish laughter in response to her desperate pleas.

They watched as Emily took out running as she had no other real choice. As Emily ran for all she was worth the handlers brought Macumba gave the order to “Loose the hounds”

“Just a moment, President Salassy,” said the Korean Kim. “aren’t we supposed to know which hound is for whom? After all, the winner in the pack would mean who is the winner among us.” He would allows us to wager on the hounds and the young girl’s fate. Macumba smiled and called for his butler Corbeau One nod from the master was enough.

Soon, Corbeau had lined up four hounds in front of the guests. One was a mixture of black and tan, one red, one a grey with streaks of black, and there was one that was fawn colored. Each stood ready, waiting to be released, and eager to be given a prey.

Soon Emily heard the baying of the hounds. Most mazes could be stalled by continually turning to the left or to the right. But fear does not allow for rational decisions. Fear just drives one on in desperation. More then once when Emily made an impulsive turn she found that she found herself in a dead end ally and she had to retrace her steps. Each time the stunning young beauty retraced her steps the hounds got closer and closer.

Salassy and his guest watched on the close circuit TV as Emily ran to escape her fate. All knew that she could not so they bet on which hound would catch the little chestnut haired vixen. It soon came down to a race between two hounds Salassy’s grey, and Kim’s black.

Emily made a turn to her left and she saw a gate 100 yard ahead. It must be the end of the maze she was so close. She knew the hounds were on her heels she could hear them panting, then she could feel their hot breath on her bare skin. The gate was so tantalizing near now, she was almost there when she was sent sprawling hit from behind by the hug grey hound. Emily lay on her back, his lips curled back his white fangs bared. She had come so close, but she now lay in the dirt, the beast hovering over her. Soon a large black hound arrived followed by tan and red hounds. Emily was surrounded, the grey hound came closer the terrified girl could feel his hot moist breath on her legs, then washing over her panty clad pussy. His head dipped and he tore away Emily’s panties, the last scrap of modesty left to her.

Mcumba turned to Tanya “You my dear shall have the honor of placing the last clamp on Miss Emily Weaver.” He had seen the envy in Tanya’s eyes when she had first seen Emily and knew that Tanya would make the clamping of Emily’s clit a very painful experience. He turned to Corbeau. Bring Miss Weaver to the dungeon and display her for my pleasure. “Yes Master.”

Corbeau rescued Emily from the Maze and the hounds. Corbeau leads Emily from the blazing sun into Flame Bush, down the long corridors of MaCumba’s Mansion, down long dark descending stairs to the old catacombs of the house, to that portion that once was an Abby, and there in the flickering candle light where Miss Emily Weaver entered the chapel of the damned or as President for Life Salassy preferred to call it his play room.

“Your Hands Mademoiselle!” The tone in Corbeau’s voice left no doubt that this was a command, not a request. With a swiftness that belayed the advanced years of the butler Emily Weaver’s dainty wrists where bound, hoisted above her head till only the tips of her toes grazed the stone floor. Thus, suspended her supple form was drawn tight as a bow string accentuating the delightful curves of her magnificent young body.

Corbeau then left without making another comment, to leave the terrified girl alone with her thoughts. How long Emily hung there in the flickering light of the candles she would never know for in the semi darkness time lost all meaning a minute was as an hour and an hour was an eternity.

 

[Lady_S]

Africa Revisted

So near, and yet so far! Emily’s desperate attempt to reach the small garden gate, and escape, remained elusive. Salassy’s chosen hunting dog, the huge grey hound, had leaped just moments before she would have reached safety. Flung in front, she lay sprawled on her back. Her hands were still stretched out in front, desperately trying to touch the wooden gate.

A cry of pain escaped Emily’s lips, not so much for the dog on her back, as it was for the clamps on her nipples. Luckily, her body had somehow turned at the last moment, so that she was not dragged on her breasts but on her back. It was not difficult to imagine how painful it would have been if it had been otherwise. She could not know if there were any cuts on her naked back in that fall.

Emily’s immediate concern was not injury to her back, but of the terrifying hound that loomed over her just then. With the tongue out, it was breathing heavily on her legs as it looked at Emily menacingly. To her horror, Emily realized, that it was not looking at her face but at the tiny fabric that was her panties.

Pouncing on that piece of her intimate wear, the hound had ripped and torn it to shreds in seconds. Never had Emily seen a dog behave in this fashion. Violent dogs would possibly aim for the jugular. Some could just be aggressive but would not otherwise harm. Many breeds would quickly become friends. But this hound had aimed for the only piece of clothing on her body, as if it loathed the very sight of it.

Emily closed her eyes in sheer fright, immobile to even attempt at covering the triangular bush with her hands in case the hound intended to scar or inflict injury to her pubes. The thought of pushing it away was unthinkable in case it turned more aggressive. Shriveled in fear, Emily felt the wet snout as it sniffed before pulling away its face. But it kept guard, hovering over her with paws on both sides of the girl on the ground.

The other hounds had caught up with the two of them. But they kept a distance – allowing the winner to keep guard on the vanquished. Maybe they had been trained in that fashion.

After what seemed an eternity, Emily heard footsteps, and then the most relieving words, “Stand back, Brando.” The grey hound pulled back instantly at the stern command of the butler, Corbeau.
Corbeau of course was following the instructions of his master, President Salassy.

“Bring Miss Weaver to the dungeon and display her for my pleasure.” He had said, and Corbeau would ensure, with a little bit of pleasure himself, to comply with that order.

“Miss Weaver, you are lucky to have Corbeau around. These hounds would have hurt you real bad, believe me. Just left you with a tattered panty.” Corbeau eyed the young girl’s pubic, now that the area was exposed. He wouldn’t have dared to feast his eyes if he were in front of his master.

The butler was wise enough to have his back to the camera. It was but just one, among many, that he had placed on different trees all around the Maze, and elsewhere in the mansion. He knew the location of each one of them, making it easy for him now to avoid looking into one. Corbeau was aware that his master and others were glued in front of the big screen, taking a delight in the pathetic haplessness.

With the hounds following behind, Emily was led back into another wing of the mansion by the butler. She was now bare-footed, having lost her floaters when she fell down a while back. Once inside the mansion, she blinked initially walking into darkness from the blazing African sun. Till her eyes got used to the darkness. Yet, darkness it was that followed her.

Down the long corridors, down long dark descending stairs to the old catacombs of the house, to that portion that was once an Abby. In the flickering candlelight held in hand by the butler, Emily entered what to her was obviously a chapel of sorts.

“It’s a chapel of the damned. My master calls it his playroom, Miss Weaver. But I prefer to call it The Devil’s Court. You’ll soon find out why I have named it as such.” Corbeau kept silent on those punishments that were handed out to girls like Emily. It was because of these punishments that he had gave it that name.

Like in the medieval ages, the long room got its light from the fire torches hanging on the walls. The light was somewhat feeble.

Emily was led to the end of the hall and climbed a couple of stairs on to the altar. It had a marbled platform in the middle but, even in faint light, she could make out rings and chains affixed at both the ends of the marble slab. Unknowingly, Emily shivered.

Yet, it was not the slab to which the naked girl was taken. She was made to stop at the back of the altar, about ten feet behind the stone slab.

“Your Hands Mademoiselle!” It was a tone that needed to be obeyed, and almost in a trance, Emily brought up her hands together in front of the butler. Swiftly and securely, Corbeau bound Emily’s dainty wrists which was then hoisted above her head. When Corbeau finished, only the tips of her toes grazed the floor.

Corbeau left. His footsteps slowly receding as he walked till the other end of the room and out through the door. Emily was left in the company of silence and her fears. Tears trickled down her cheeks.

Moment that seemed like eternity went by. Her eyes, now used to the feeble lights from the burning flames of the fire torches, strained to pick up whatever fell within sight. She could instantly make out the enlarged portrait hanging on the wall at the back of the altar. Not of any saint. It was really a portrait of MaCumba Salassy, dressed like the devil. A shiver ran down her spine.

Emily could make out that there were numerous portraits, and even photos, hung all around the hall, one above each torch. She squinted her eyes to make out the subject in those that were nearer.
Shockingly, each carried images of naked girls in different stages of sexual intimacy. It was not difficult to make out that these were clearly suggestive, as if some form of punishment were being carried out on them. The men in these portraits were mostly black Africans. Emily turned her face away. She knew what was coming, just as much for her as for the girls depicted in the frames overhead.

Suddenly, a powerful spotlight fell upon her out of nowhere. Her breasts, with the golden clamps on her nipples, bounced and jiggled. Even in her plight, Emily felt proud of what she possessed. The light moved around on her body for a while but then moved away elsewhere.

Involuntarily, Emily’s eyes followed the beam of light in that darkness till it came to rest on another large picture – not a portrait, not a sketch, but a clear enlarged picture of a girl. It was not difficult for Emily to make out who that girl was. It was that of Emily Weaver. She tried to fathom how her picture, which was obviously recently taken, could have so quickly found a way on the walls of this hall of ignominy.

If Emily had found the recent picture of herself surprising, the one just beside it, and on to which the beam of light now shifted, was shocking and vulgar. It was a painting of Emily that showed her lying naked and with a look that carried lust and desire. More than that, the perversity in that portrait forced her to close her eyes in shame and disgust. Phallus, countless number of them, held her as a cushion on which she rested.

Just then, Emily heard a chuckle, followed by a deep voice ring out from the darkness.

“I see Corbeau has made you comfortable, Miss Weaver.”

 

[cgraven]

As Salassy’s guest were wagering on which hound would be the one to catch young Miss Weaver, and who would be the lucky one to get their hands on the little chestnut haired beauty and placed the third clamp MaCumba leaned forward intent on the scene of the girl running for her life. He loved the way her firm young breasts bounced and jiggled so sensually as she ran. He watched the muscular power of his hound Brando as he lunged for young Miss Weaver and knocked her to the ground just shy of her escaping the maze. As his guests collected or payed their wagers MaCumba eyes were on Emily as the hounds ripped her panties from her leaving her naked as the day she was born. Salassy sent his butler Corbeau to fetch the defeated young beauty with the command “Bring Miss Weaver to the dungeon and display her for my pleasure.”

Corbeau went to fetch the young beauty, and save her from Brando, for he knew that if she were left any longer with the hound there would be no question if she was a virgin or not for the hound would take his pleasure with her. Emily heard the sharp command, “Stand back, Brando.” The huge grey hound growled showing his displeasure at being denied his prize, the young human girl, yet he begrudging obeyed. “Miss Weaver, you are lucky to have Corbeau around. These hounds would have hurt you real bad, believe me.” Corbeau eyed the young girl as she lay prostrate at his feet in all her naked glory.

Emily was led into the mansion and to as Corbeau told the naked beauty, “It’s a chapel of the damned. My master calls it his playroom, Miss Weaver. But I prefer to call it The Devil’s Court. You’ll soon find out why I have named it as such.” Emily was led to the end of the hall and climbed a couple of stairs on to the altar. It had a marbled platform in the middle but, even in faint light, she could make out rings and chains affixed at both the ends of the marble slab. Corbeau Emily was led to the end of the hall and climbed a couple of stairs on to the altar. It had a marbled platform in the middle but, even in faint light, she could make out rings and chains affixed at both the ends of the marble slab. Corbeau set about his work with delight. She was made to stop at the back of the altar, about ten feet behind the stone slab.

“Your Hands Mademoiselle!” It was a tone that needed to be obeyed. Salassy and his guest watched as the defeated young beauty as if almost in a trance, brought up her hands together in front of the butler. Swiftly and securely, Corbeau bound Emily’s dainty wrists which was then hoisted above her head. When Corbeau finished, only the tips of her toes grazed the floor.

As Emily hung chained in the silence of the chapel suddenly, a powerful spotlight fell upon her out of nowhere. It played over her breasts, with the golden clamps on her nipples, as she struggled her breasts bounced and jiggled, even in her plight. Damn she was beautiful and what spirit MaCumba thought as his little victim fought against her bonds. Involuntarily, Emily’s eyes followed the beam of light in that darkness till it came to rest on another large picture – not a portrait, not a sketch, but a clear enlarged picture of a girl. It was not difficult for Emily to make out who that girl was. It was of her. In that instant it became clear that Salassy had been planning this horror for a very long time. it was obviously recently taken. Yes, Salassy must have been planning this for a long time for the photo to have so quickly found a way on the walls of this hall of ignominy.

Yet as startling as the photo was to Emily the beam of light next revealed a painting shocking and vulgar. It was a painting of Emily that showed her lying naked and with a look that carried lust and sensually desire. More than that, the perversity in that portrait forced her to close her eyes in shame and disgust. Phallus, countless number of them, held her as a cushion on which she rested, was this to be her fate a fore telling of the future?


A harsh metallic gating, as if some massive door had been opened, called Emily Macalister back to reality, back from the stark loneliness that she had been lift in. She could feel the faint stirrings of the hot sweltering air of the African Veldt caress her supple young body. The candles flickered, sputtered, and gutted. Emily soon found herself in total darkness as one by one the candles went out. Another sharper metallic click and the young beauty was bathed in a circle of brilliant white light surrounded by impenetrable darkness. A light that she could not hide from, a light that caressed her sweet supple charms. Just then, Emily heard a chuckle, followed by a deep voice ring out from the darkness. “I see Corbeau has made you comfortable, Miss Weaver.”

There was a chorus of ruckus laughter at the president’s little jest as he stepped from the darkness and into Emily’s little island of light. He admired the way that his butler had displayed the young beauty and yet it was not quite perfect, it lacked a certain something. Again, he circled the young beauty as if he were a black panther and she his pry. As Salassy stepped behind the chained little beauty his hot moist breath stirred the stray whips of hair at the nape of Emily’s neck. MaCumba’s hands lightly rest upon her shoulders, slide down the sinuous curves of her torso to the girl’s wasp like waist. Dark ebony hands so rough and calloused, in marked contrast to her pale alabaster skin. As his hands rested on Emily’s hips MaCumba whispered in her ear.

“ Yes, my proud little filly I think you will make an excellent brood mare. You have the hips for baring many bastards for me Miss Weaver.” Emily could hear the snickering of MaCumba’s guests as the President slowly began paint a picture of what her young life could become and that it was he, and he alone that held her future in his hands.

“Bridget a spreader bar for Miss Weaver and be quick girl.!”

“ Tanya bind Miss Macalister’s ankles to the bar!”

“ Ginny A bowl of warm water and my sandalwood box, be quick girl!””

Each of the girls quickly did as they were bid and soon Emily found herself spread eagled her supple young body drawn tight as a bowstring and forced to stand on her tip toes. The young university student hung before them in all her naked glory. MaCumba took in every sensual curve of Emily’s gorgeous young body, from the tip of her little button nose, her firm proud young breasts, to the gentle swell of her hips and her fleecy chestnut bush.


“Your first lesson will now commence my dear.” Ginny was there kneeling by MaCumba’s side a small tray held up to him her striking blue eyes demurely lowered. His huge ebony hands bathed Emily’s Venus Mons in warm water. He opened the sandalwood box and lathered the trapped little beauty’s bush. Salassy held the straight razor before Emily’s face he let the harsh white light that bathed her play along its keen edge.

“You will never hide your body from me again Miss Weaver….. Now be very still my firry little Filly lest I cut you.” The cold kiss of steel caressed Emily Weaver’s Venus Mons. The whispered rasp of the steel against her warm skin taunted her. With each pass of the razor nothing was left in its wake but smooth bare skin. MaCumba made the act a dark sensual experience to further humiliate the proud young beauty till not a single hair hid her delicate little pussy from his view.

“ Now let the entertainment begin.” MaCumba paused for they all knew that it was his hound that had claimed Emily Weaver for him. Yet MaCumba had seen the jealousy that had passed between Emily and Tanya when Tanya had first seen Emily get off the helo. “Tanya will you place the third clamp for me?” MaCumba knew that Tanya would be more than glad to do it and make Emily suffer as she did.

Tanya approached her bound schoolgirl friend, her eyes filled with hatred and jealousy. “So proud so superior you were when we were at school because Daddy was in the government.” Tanya smiled wickedly. Her hand slipped between Emily’s legs and her finger slid along the length of her labia. “So, my sweet pet are you still a virgin?” As Tanya massaged and coaxed Emily’s hooded clit form its hiding place she cooed “No need to answer my sweet little pet I shall know soon enough.” Tanya loved the way she had the hapless young Miss Weaver panting and gasping in sexual need. It was then that Tanya placed the third clamp on Emily’s clit. “This may hurt Pet.” Tanya smiled as she placed the clamp and tightened it till Emily screamed in agony.

“Now let’s see if you’re a virgin pet.” MaCumba watched as Tanya slipped another finger into Emily’s tight little pussy and began to slowly finger fuck her. Soon Tanya would know if Miss Emily Weaver was a virgin or not.

 

[Lady_S]

They had all walked up the few steps that led on to the altar and gathered around Emily. The Devil’s Court was set to begin her punishment. Without a trial of course.

As the others waited at a distance encircling the naked girl, MaCumba walked around her, slowly feasting his eyes on every inch of his prized possession. He had set his eyes on Emily Weaver for a long time, never cared that she was his friend’s daughter. He had seen her blossom from a little bud to a lovely flower, from just an innocent girl to a luscious woman. He was filled with overpowering lust, in a compelling need and desire, and with many thoughts of how he would enjoy the girl who he now possessed.

He ran his rough hands from her shoulders, along her torso, giving a gentle squeeze on the curves of her hips, till eventually he held the helpless girl by her slim waist.

“Yes, my proud little filly I think you will make an excellent brood mare. You have the hips for baring many bastards for me Miss Weaver.”

Emily had resigned to the fact that she had no escape from the sexual depravities of this man and his guests. But what she heard at that moment terrified her. Not breeding. Oh god! No, not that. The very thought of being bred made her want to be free. She tugged fervently on her tied hands hoisted above her head, hopelessly.

She could hear devilish laughter all around her, sneering and cruelly taunting. MaCumba just held her from behind, hands on waist and hardness pushing into her naked ass. Emily heard his rasping command to the three girls, Bridget, Tanya and Ginny.

Is the punishment about to begin, thought Emily. The words of the butler Corbeau was too recent. Whatever will they do now? She could only look from one girl to the other as they aided President Salassy. Spreader bar, warm water, and sandalwood box were all arranged in a jiffy. Emily found herself spread eagled tightly before Salassy and his wicked cohorts, looking on in fear. She was still uncertain about Salassy’s next move. But not for long.

As all gathered in front of Emily, Ginny the girl with strikingly blue eyes, knelt beside MaCumba, holding a tray on which there was a bowl of warm water, and the sandalwood box. She had her head bowed respectfully, neither looking up at President Salassy, nor even at the naked Emily.

President Salassy looked up and down the perfect and sensuous curves of the naked girl till his eyes came to rest on her fleecy chestnut bush. He ran a hand over the curls, feeling the thickness of the bush over the mound. Emily tried to pull away, arching her body back to the most that she could. But, in the secured stage that she was bound, it was almost impossible to budge. She shivered at the touch of a male hand on her most intimate and precious possession. She had kept this innocence all along in her twenty years, promising herself that what was so very dear to her, should be left to be uncovered only to him whom she endeared and loved. She felt a surging remorse in her failure.

“Nooooo!” A silent cry of anguish. If anyone had heard it, they did not show it nor cared. Rather, it was MaCumba who wished to proceed further with Emily’s torment. If there was any relief to Emily’s mind when he had moved his hand away was quickly dispensed with.

“Your first lesson will now commence my dear.”

MaCumba lathered her bush before he picked up the razor and bringing its sharp edge in front of Emily’s face. She gaped in horror and frightened at what was about to begin.

“You will never hide your body from me again Miss Weaver….. Now be very still my firry little Filly lest I cut you.”

It was enough of a warning for Emily to stay still. She gave up being prudish. She remained very still, looking down as MaCumba’s bent down, razor in hand. His hand was steady, he was all concentration.

MaCumba held the razor just at the edge of the area beside the lathered bush. The cold, hard steel touched Emily’s bare skin. She shivered. The bright light remained focused on her, allowing all to enjoy the moment.

Teasingly, MaCumba ran the blade on the naked skin surrounding the lathered mound of the hoisted girl. Each moment increasing Emily’s fright, shivering when he began to bare her smooth skin. In moments, Emily’s mound was bereft of a single hair, so smooth and bald now. Her labia stood out in a new nakedness, unable to hide the pretty little slit that ran down the middle.

Emily had never felt so humiliated, ashamed, and demeaned. She simply couldn’t look elsewhere other than the wooden floor just below her toes.

“Now let the entertainment begin,” MaCumba said, pausing to decide who, among all, would be the first to begin the proceedings. In a while, he looked at Tanya and allowing her to begin.

Emily had taken an instant dislike when she had set her feet down from the copter. There had always been a growing jealousy between the two right from childhood. They envied each other’s beauty and appeal as they grew up into blossoming ladies, but it was always Emily who boasted more admirers. It was something that made Tanya jealous and she had now got an opportunity to get even. Besides, at that time, Emily’s father Ian Weaver wielded some authority being in the government. This was another area that made Tanya more jealous.

To feel that she was now at the mercy of a girl who was much inferior to her, Emily could only look with scorn at Tanya. It did not escape Tanya’s eyes. She was much more resolved to do what she had been set to do.

The scorn, the jealousy, the hatred was evident in whatever Tanya said, and she didn’t mince her words.

“So proud so superior you were when we were at school because Daddy was in the government.”
Tanya had taunted before she had placed a hand on her bald pussy, running a hand along the labia.

“This may hurt,” Tanya was sarcastic before she placed the clamp tightly on her clit. Emily had screamed in pain, but that only evoked much laughter.

Even before she could recover from the pain, she heard Tanya’s teasing words, “Now let’s see if you’re a virgin, pet.”

Emily wanted to scream and tell her that, unlike Tanya, she was still a virgin. That a test was quite unnecessary. Just so that she would leave her alone instead of subjecting her to such humiliation. But Tanya’s sole purpose was not just to examine and find, but to explore and hurt, to humiliate her as much as she could, to calm her own pent-up jealousy and anger. She slipped in a finger into Emily’s pussy.

As Tanya’s finger-fucked Emily, she seemed to gloat over her finding. Not so innocent after all, she thought of the girl who was now under her control.

“Hmm. So, our prudish, proud girl is not so innocent after all. She has been having a time of her life after all. And no one is the wiser!” She taunted, as her finger became now teased the walls of Emily’s vagina. Harder and quicker, she played.

“Noooo! It’s not true,” Emily cried out at Tanya’s erroneous insinuation, ”It is not what you are thinking. You have to believe me.” Her character dented by the vile insinuation, she looked at MaCumba imploringly, as if it mattered what he thought. He smiled wickedly.

“Oh Really! Come, come, girl,” jeered Dimitri, “own up and be what you really are.”

Emily could cry. How could she make them realize that she had never had sex with any man. No male organ had ever entered her womanhood till now. If there were any signs, these were a result of her indulgences now and then through toys, or her own fingers.

“See the effect of a finger on this shameless girl,” Tanya teased, as she suddenly pulled out her finger from Emily’s pussy after fervently finger-fucking her.

As the light fell on the finger, she held it up for all to see. It was wet in Emily’s vaginal juices.

“Who would like to taste the raw juice of a virgin?” Tanya asked.

 

[cgraven]

Emily Weaver had never suffered so much humiliation in her young life, hanging naked in the “Playroom” of this sadistic man, her father one of his oldest friends, a man she had known all of her life. Little did Emily realize that Salassy had been lusting after her sense she was a young teenager; from the first time her supple young body had shown the promise that she would indeed become a gorgeous and ravaging young beauty. For Salassy friendship, no matter how long, friendship would not interfere with his possessing Emily and making her his youthful sexual slave. Oh yes he would have to break her will to resist, but he did not want to break her spirit, for it would make her eventual surrender all the sweeter.

MaCumba Salassy’s guest circled the chain young beauty as they watched the despotic dictator sensually inspect the young beauty. President Salassy looked up and down the perfection and sensuous curves of the naked girl till his eyes came to rest on her fleecy chestnut bush. He ran a hand over the curls, feeling the thickness of the luscious little bush. They snickered and laughed when Emily shock her head and gasped “Nooooo!” in a silent cry of anguish. The ritual shaving of the young chained beauty’s Venus Mound, to leave Emily hanging naked as the day she was born, not a single fine hair to hide her naked perfection from them. They savored the view of her labia as it stood out in a new nakedness, unable to hide the pretty little slit that ran down the middle and it served only to excited their lust for the helpless young beauty.

Salassy loved the way Tanya taunted Emily. “So proud so superior you were when we were at school because Daddy was in the government.” The way Tanya teased the chained girl’s now naked pussy. “Now let’s see if you’re a virgin, pet………Hmm……….So, our prudish, proud girl is not so innocent after all. She has been having the time of her life after all. And no one is the wiser!” Tanya cooed as she finger fucked Emily knowing well that the tormented girl was indeed still a virgin.

Emily’s chained and tormented young body could not help but respond to the sensual and seductive way that Tanya was playing Emily’s gorgeous young body. The girl knew juts how to touch Emily to excite her treacherous young body. Tanya let her fingers slip from Emily’s chaste young pussy with an obscene little “POP”. See the effect of a finger on this shameless girl,” Tanya teased, as she suddenly pulled out her finger from Emily’s pussy after fervently finger-fucking her. As the light fell on the finger, Tanya held it up for all to see. It was wet with Emily’s vaginal juices a condemnation of the chained young beauty that she was truly a virgin.

“Who would like to taste the raw juice of a virgin?” Tanya cooed. Salassy’s guest crowded around Tanya vying for a taste of the chained beauty. Dimitri jeered at Emily, “Own up and be what you really area gorgeous little slut.” Tanya Pushed her way passed Dimitri and the others to stand before MaCumba. She slid her glistening finger across the Presidents thick lips. “Taste her Master, taste her sweetness.” MaCumba suckled Emily’s innocent sweetness from Tanya’s finger.

He let the girl’s finger slip from his mouth. “Such a sweet little thing our Miss Weaver is.” Tanya would you like to sup on her sweetness?”
“Oh, yes master.” It was apparent that Tanya relished the possibility to continue her torment of Emily. With Emily’s fate sealed Tanya once more approached the chained beauty. She pressed her semi naked body to Emily’s back her hips gyrated against the chain girl’s firm little ass as she whispered. “Oh, how I will have fun with you Emily. I shall have you panting and begging for more.” Tanya’s hands cupped Emily’s breasts her thumbs rolled the girl’s clamped nipples under the pads of her thumbs. “Perhaps he will let me fuck you with a strap on dildo. How would you like another woman to claim your virginity?”

Tanya fingertips sensually caressed Emily’s gorgeous young body. As she came to face her schoolgirl friend Tanya slowly seductively kissed her way down Emily’s chaste young body, until she was kneeling before the chain chestnut haired beauty. She spread the young beauty’s shaven pussy and Tanya’s tongue snaked out to taste Emily for the first time. “Oh, how sweet you are Emily, everyone should taste you. Tanya then lashed Emily’s innocent young pussy with mouth, lips teeth and tongue, coaxing her hooded little clit from its hiding place. Tanya continued her assault, then paused for a moment as she called to Ginny and Bridget. The girl’s looked to their Master, Salassy and his nod of approval sent them to Tanya’s call. Both girls knew what was expected of them.

Ginny caressed Emily breasts and cruelly clamped nipples with kisses as light as the brush of a butterfly’s wing. Bridget wanted much more from the hapless beauty. She had always lusted after Emily from the days they were in school. Those first innocent teasing of girl on girl kisses as they wondered what it would be like to kiss a boy for the first time. Yet Bridget had no desire to kiss a boy but to deeply kiss Emily. In their school days Bridget had been denied, but not now. She pressed her soft moist lips to Emily’s. The fingers of one hand entwined in the girl’s silky chestnut tresses. She yanked Emily’s head back, “Kiss me bitch!”. Bridget tongue slid across Emily’s lips as Bridget other hand went to Emily’s nipple and gave the clamped bud a vicious twist. When Emily screamed Bridget claimed Emily in a dark sensual lover’s kiss. Her tongue entwined with Emily’s in a sensually seductive kiss. Nothing in Emily Weaver’s young life had prepared her for the sexual assault of the three girls’. Salassy guest howled their approval of Emily’s emotional rape.

 

[Lady_S]

There was a craving among the lecherous men to taste what was on offer. The glistening finger coated with Emily’s vaginal juices was too tempting for the men who kept looking at it with deep lust. But Tanya was wiser. She knew that the first to taste had to be the one who wielded power. She could also make out that even though he had not said so, his thirst was clear from his face. Tanya walked straight towards MaCumba.

“Taste her Master, taste her sweetness.” Her words were meant not just to please the chief, but to show her own servitude towards the master.

MaCumba held Tanya’s hand at the wrist, looking at her moist finger. The more he looked, the more he needed to taste. Till he lowered his mouth on to it. There was a perverted look on his face as he placed his thick lips on the wetness. He opened his mouth to take it in fully. He sucked on the finger, purposefully slurping quite noisily so that Emily could hear. Emily turned her face away in sheer disgust. But MaCumba took pleasure is showing her what he was doing. He enjoyed the innocent sweetness of this young girl for whom he had longed and planned for quite some time.

“Such a sweet little thing our Miss Weaver is. Tanya would you like to sup on her sweetness?” MaCumba said, as he let the finger out of his mouth.

It was a signal Tanya had been waiting for. She wanted to twist the helpless Emily not just out of her eagerness for revenge, but because each moment was driving her crazy for the naked and alluring body of her childhood friend. She craved little for men, her attentions usually on girls of her age. Fortune had been kind to her – both her purposes would be fulfilled.

Tanya’s glee was evident in the very words that she said. “Oh, yes master.” She was beside Emily in no time, almost dancing her way back to the tense girl, her own larger breasts jiggling and jumping in front of her. She was semi naked, but she was used to such scanty attire and was perfectly at ease.

Tanya, with MaCumba’s approval, had got the freedom to do as she pleased. Standing behind Emily, she pushed herself into her, gripping her smaller but shapely breasts with her two hands. She used her thumbs to torment the nipples, forcing them to harden.

“Oh, how I will have fun with you Emily. I shall have you panting and begging for more.” Tanya said and threatened to fuck her with a strap on dildo. In the same breath she taunted, “How would you like another woman to claim your virginity?”

Emily could only stare at Tanya with a disgusted silence. True she never liked her. But, even then, she could never imagine she would have to listen to her speaking in this manner. If only she were free, she thought. If only, she was not in the condition she was right now. Her thoughts were far to unrealistic, and Emily realized it. The best course for her, she thought, was to accept the inevitable. Protests and reactions would not help. Rather, let Tanya get more pleasure in her scheme of revenge. She watched and waited.

In the moments that followed, Emily was tamed and exposed into sexual abuses by not just her bete noire Tanya, but even by the other two girls Ginny and Bridget.

Tanya, mysteriously, didn’t intend to hurt her physically. She just let her passions loose, intending to get as much pleasure in the little time that she had Emily for herself. She caressed her body with her fingers, running them slowly over her sensitive spots. Kneeling before the chained Emily, she kissed her seductively on her labia, and on the delicately beautiful lips – the virgin gateway of the ill-fated girl. Tanya ran her eager tongue over and over again and was quick to draw out the moistness that she sought. Looking up at Emily, she watched her eyes, smiled, and then snaked in her tongue. It searched out its prey – the hidden clit, asleep and withdrawn.

Emily, by now, was embarrassed and ashamed in her own reactions to these audacious touches by Tanya’s tongue. She started to hate Tanya more, abhorring her for what she was doing. But more than that, she hated herself. For, by now, she herself had started to feel a tingling sensation within her pussy, and she found this difficult to suppress. She started to leak more, as if a closed tap within her had suddenly found a way to open by itself.

Possibly, this was a dead giveaway to Tanya. She licked even more eagerly, wanting to push in more of her tongue within the walls of her innocent, virgin pussy. Her eyes carried a desire and lust that did not escape Emily. She kept quiet, her pussy quivering unabashedly, quietly succumbing to this assault. She gripped the chain that held her hands overhead, trying to control and take a hold of herself.

“Oh, how sweet you are Emily, everyone should taste you.” Tanya’s words didn’t seem all that strange or irrelevant.

Little did Emily realize that much of her feelings had been laid bare to her tormentor kneeling before her. Yet, Emily made one last moment to take a hold of herself, trying her best not to show any weakness in front of this motley gathering.

“Go get others to taste you Tanya. Just get your irritating self out from me, you bitch,” Emily spit her words.

“Ginny! Bridget! Come here,” Tanya’s beckoned in a serious tone, without even looking at the two girls. The girl’s looked at their master President Salassy who nodded in approval. They were quick to be beside Emily, eager and certain of what was expected of them. Exposed to their treatment, Emily must have wondered who, among the three, was emotionally ripping her apart.

Ginny slowly and softly brushed her lips on Emily’s naked breasts. The lovely curves were so smooth and so proportioned that Ginny found them irresistible. Yet, Emily’s pink nipples, tortured within the metal clamps, attracted her. She nibbled on the nubs, sucking on both in turn a while, and then swirling her tongue around and around to feel them harden within her mouth. Ginny felt elated. It was her intention to harden them and get this pretty damsel ready for the master.

Each effort by the two girls, first Tanya and then Ginny, began to gradually arouse Emily’s darker instincts. She was torn between a will to resist and a growing need to succumb.

Just then, Bridget began to press her soft moist lips on Emily’s. She always denied being a bi, boasting that she was exclusively lesbian, and always seized an opportunity for the girl-on-girl kisses. Her lust for Mr. Weaver’s elder daughter grew from their school days, something that Emily had resisted. Now that the opportunity had come her way, Emily made full use of it to get what she wanted all along. And, to torment, she added pain for the girl and pleasure for herself.

Bridget had yanked Emily’s head, slid across her tongue on Emily’s lips, forcefully prying them open and push in her tongue. At the same time, she held one of Emily’s nipple and gave the clamped bud a vicious twist.

Emily screamed in pain but, with Bridget’s greedy tongue in her mouth, garbled noises escaped from within the parted lips. Never had she faced such unbearable torment, and that too from the same gender. Her shrieks of pain were drowned in the howling laughter of President Salassy’s guests.

To President Salassy and his guests, the state in which Emily found herself was just a prelude to the entertainment that they had set for themselves. They watched the distressed girl in complete amusement. She was, indeed, a site.

Tanya was still kneeling in front of Emily, holding apart her supple and creamy thighs, as her tongue continued to roam in and around Emily’s pussy, licking in delight. Bridget, pulling on Emily’s chestnut tresses, was kissing her aggressively on her lips and torturing one of her clamped nipples. Ginny, a bit subdued than the other two, was kissing her neglected nipple left unattended by Bridget. And the girl herself – Emily, revolting against pain but simultaneously experiencing a pleasure that she had never tasted before.

Tanya, the leader of the pack, recollected the words of President Salassy even before Emily had arrived in the chopper. She had been given specific instructions to take Emily to that level of heat and arousal where she would be most receptive to Salassy. But there was another condition. Under no circumstances were the girls, nor even the other men, permitted to violate Emily’s virgin ass. No kisses, no fingering, no penetration in that hole. That virgin spot was entirely for the President to break, enjoy and pass on to others. Tanya ensured that none of the girls approached Emily’s ass.

Just then, at the slight nod from MaCumba, Dimitri took a step towards the girls who seemed lost in a world of their own pleasure.

“Enough, girls! May be our pretty Emily seeks the touches of the male tongue. Isn’t that so, Emily?” Dimitri said, his voice oozing desire.

“Yes, Yes, we want to taste too. Move aside,” said the Arab greedily.

Not to be left behind, Kim came and stood beside Dimitri, “Never tasted a white pussy before. At last! And such a pretty one too.”

Behind everyone, his hands on his hips, stood the towering, bulky, and black frame of President Salassy. He had a cruel smile at the corner of his mouth and his eyes were full of lust.

 

[cgraven]

Macumba reveled in the torment that Emily was suffering at the hands of Tanya. “Oh, how sweet you are Emily, everyone should taste you.” Little did Emily realize that much of her feelings had been laid bare to her tormentor kneeling before her. Yet, Emily made one last attempt to take a hold of herself, as she fought against the growing arousal that Tanya had enkindled in her supple treacherous young body. Emily, trying her best not to show any weakness in front of this motley gathering.

".............bitch,” Emily spit her words. Her tormentor merely laughed and ripped an orgasm from Emily’s gorgeous chained young body. Emily was powerless to resist Tanya, bound as she was. Then Ginny, and Bridget were summoned to add to Emily seduction and torment.

Salassy’s guests watched as Emily twisted and bucked as the three blonde beauties sensually played, excited, aroused and seduced her body. Under Tanya’s directions they ripped several orgasms from their chained little virgin. Each effort by the wicked girls, first Tanya and then Ginny, began to gradually arouse Emily’s darker instincts, instincts the chained young innocent did not even know lurked deep within her. Emily was torn between a will to resist and a growing need to succumb and embrace the sinful pleasure they offered her. These two opposed emotions fought with each other, and the more they fought, the more aroused Emily became until she came once more.

Just then, at the slight nod from MaCumba, embolden Dimitri. “Enough, girls! may our pretty Emily seeks the touches of the male tongue. Isn’t that so, Emily?” Dimitri said, his voice oozing desire. “Yes, Yes, we want to taste too. Move aside,” said the Arab greedily. Not to be left behind, Kim came and stood beside Dimitri, “Never tasted a white pussy before. At last! And such a pretty one too.

Salassy watched as the three girls were pushed aside and the men took their place more than eager to continue Emily’s sensual and seductive torment. Macumba smiled when Kim had declared that he had never tasted white pussy. “Gentlemen I do believe Mr. Kim should be the first to sample Miss Weaver’s sweetness.” Kim smiled as he approached the chained beauty. His calloused hands ran down the sensual curves of Emily's body caressing the silken softness of Emily’s skin. His thumb spread the delicate folds of the Girl’s labia as he kissed Emily’s freshly shaved Pussy.

Kim eagerly devoured Emily’s sweetness as he ravished her with his lips tongue and teeth. Said mouth crushed to Emily’s as his tongue forcefully raped her mouth. Dimitri was visibly upset that he was not the first to taste the trapped and chained chestnut haired beauty. Slowly and evil grin bowed the Russian’s lips. Dimitri cupped Emily’s left breast his thumb caressed the tip of the girl’s clamped nipple. Dimitri waited until Emily’s gorgeous young body betrayed her. She was in the throws of her unwanted orgasm when Dimitri released the clamp.
Emily’s supple young body arched and was flooded with damning pleasure and unbelievable pain. That was only the first of the three clamps that adorned her young body. Again, Kim drove the chained young beauty to the edge of the abyss that promised Emily such sinful pleasure. With a flick of his tongue Kim pushed Emily over the edge and Dimitri released the clamp on her right nipple. Pain and pleasure mixed and mingled until they became one overpowering sensation where pain and pleasure became one.

Said was the next to sample Emily's sweetness. Both Said and Kim had discovered that Emily was a virgin. Finally, it was Dimitri turn to sample Emily sweet little pussy. As he was kneeling before her he smiled up into her tear shimmering eyes. “Miss Weaver there is still one more clamp.” His head dipped and his tongue flicked at Emily’s clit clamp.

The girls and Salassy’s guest had already demonstrated that they could make her gorgeous young body betray her and embraced the forbidden pleasure. Emily knew well that Dimitri was a man who enjoyed making her suffer.

"After Dimitri has had his fun with you Miss Weaver it will be time for you to please me with your sweet mouth my dear." MaCumba Salassy had proclaimed Emily's next humifaction and torment.

 

[Lady_S]

The intention of MaCumba Salassy in pushing the girls ahead had been served. The three girls had been successful, just like he had wanted, into getting Emily Weaver into that level of arousal from where she would find it more difficult, if not impossible, to retrace. It was time for the girls to go back-stage and allow the ‘men folk’ to take over as the real players, the playful gladiators who would ‘bravely’ ravish a pretty, sensual damsel in distress.

Disappointed and unwilling, the girls left the stage. Of them, Bridget was the most obstinate and could not hide her unwillingness. But an indication from Jenny was enough for her to let go of Emily and walk away. Ginny, the more subdued and probably submissive of the group, was quick to move away. As she walked past the Arab, she found a hand grip her butt, and another hand on her tit. The Arab’s fingers had dug into the soft, tender flesh of Ginny while the fingers on the other tugged on the nipple in one hasty movement.

“Don’t run away, little bird. I’ll be with you after I have done with this ravishing beauty. Must admire President Salassy’s choice. He does have the eye of a connoisseur.” The Arab said, loud enough for all to hear standing where he was. He knew that his turn would come later.

From where Emily stood, she saw these deplorable actions by the Arab and heard every word that he had said. These men have the freedom to do as they like, treating all the girls like cheap whores, thought Emily. What could she expect? How much would she be subjugated to by the group?

“Gentlemen, I do believe Mr. Kim should be the first to sample Miss Weaver’s sweetness.”MaCumba announced. Kim, privileged as he was, could understand him clearly – they were being allowed to simply ‘sample’ the girl. It was no license to have a ‘full share.’ Not as yet. That would have to wait. The leader of predators hunting together, always gets the first and the best bite.

Even so, the Korean’s face was full of glee as he drew near to Emily, running his eyes over her from top to toe. Each spot of the young white girl’s silky, smooth skin was increasing his lust for her every moment. Oh! How he had craved and waited for a taste of a white pussy for years! The raised arms, that ended in bound hands above her head, exposed Emily’s shaved armpits, and Kim found even that irresistible. He gazed further down, to the lovely oval shaped navel – so cute and snug, adding so much beauty to her tummy. Even that was so tempting, he imagined. Oh! How he would run his tongue in circles on its intricate folds. Moving further down, he gaped at the freshly shaved labia and the surrounding areas – so immaculately made bald by the President himself a while earlier. As he looked intently, he was surprised to see traces of moistness in the area, something that surprised Kim. Now why would that happen? But he was too eager, too impatient to have his first taste.

Kim lowered himself, kneeling in front of Emily. The smell of her sex intoxicated him. He was overwhelmed, almost giddy in the aroma of escaping juices, as he sniffed briskly a few times. By then his thick and sloppy tongue was out, like an intimidating snake about to strike.

Emily, just coming out of those little spasms she had passed through with Tanya’s exploring tongue, stood shivering. She had felt ashamed in her arousal and was trying to calm down quickly after Tanya’s exploring tongue had withdrawn. Yet, she now faced another assault. Would she be able to show the coldness that she wanted to? Emily was trying desperately to her dislike, pushing back and away from Kim’s probing tongue.

Dimitri’s voice cracked across, “Hold it, Miss Weaver! Pushing back will not save you. It’s just pushing back our slots.”

Emily froze at the rasping voice.

Just at that moment, the snaky tongue drenched in its own saliva, touched Emily’s sensitive pussy. She shuddered at the first touch of a male tongue. Till the tongue was incessant in its need, teasing each nerve that covered Emily’s sex. Over and over, Kim ran his tongue, extracting every drop of juice that escaped from the girl.

“Oh! Stop it! Pleaseeee!” It was a desperate wail from a beleaguered girl, squirming where she stood.

Kim was too engaged to either say anything or to stop. He pursued blissfully in the task of getting as much of Emily’s ‘sex’ as he could while his turn continued, whetting his appetite for a white pussy. Sometimes, he would pull his head back, admire the object of his lust, and go back to what he was doing. Emily’s pussy dried and moistened in rapid succession.

In the flickering light of the candles, there were grotesquely dark shadows on the walls of the altar. The performers to the act had just as much of a grotesque and dark mind as their shadows. Every witness to what the two performers were doing, was stunned into silence. Even the sound of all the candle wicks flickering as they burnt along the walls, could be heard.

In the eerie silence, there was a sound. A soft, but unmistaken sound of a moan. That of a girl. It didn’t take long for anyone to realize that the moan, at that moment, could come from only one source. Emily! Helplessly, unwillingly, she was giving in to what she had resolved to do even when the inevitable was forced on her the moment she was brought here. They may capture me, take my physical self but I will not give in my mind. That will remain pure, a virgin purity, she had promised herself.

‘Whatever’s happening to me?’ Emily murmured to herself. Indistinct, and not words heard by anyone but herself. ’Oh! Help me god!’

In that moment, when she almost lost her battle, she heard Dimitri bark out once again. It was surprising that President Salassy had abdicated the power of tormenting the girl to one of his guests – the Russian, Dimitri Smirnov. Little did she notice that the Russian was following the commands of the President, whose imperceptible nods and shakes, preempted Dimitri to act or say as he did.

“Kim, come on man, you’ll simply drain the girl of all her juices alone!” Dimitri said almost sarcastically after tapping him on the shoulders from behind. When Kim went on licking thirstily without heeding to what he said, he shook his shoulders firmly again. “Time over! Get up.”

Emily had almost reached a point where, if her hands were free, she would probably hold the man’s head firmly at the spot without letting it go. Her lips parted, she looked down at Kim as he drew away. Then at Dimitri, who was exasperated at Kim’s delay.

“Please …” Emily squealed, “no more.” Her mind was slowly revolting at this ‘on & off’ on her awakened sexual desires. First it was Tanya, then Kim, and now there will be someone else.
Dimitri mistook her words, thinking that she was unable to bear this torment and humiliation at their hands. He laughed loudly.

“No way, Miss Weaver. Our fun has just begun, it’ll be a long time before you can plead or beg us to stop. Right now, we have our brown friend, the Arab Sheikh to entertain us.” Dimitri scoffed at the girl.

No one guessed that the purpose of Emily’s utterance was, however, exactly the opposite of Dimitri’s conclusions. But Emily withdrew into silence.

The Sheikh, in the meantime, stepped in front and began an examination of Emily’s naked body. Facing her at first, he walked right behind her soon. His attention, as everyone observed, was the tiny hole at her back.

“Perfect!” He said, stretching a hand with the index finger pointed in front, towards her butt.

“I wouldn’t try that if I were you, Sheikh,” Dimitri cautioned. “Certain things are a President’s prerogative, and the ass happens to be one. I would suggest that you leave her ass alone.”

The Sheikh looked up, saw the grim face of the President, and the slight shake of his head, to conclude that it would be wiser to cast his attention elsewhere. He grabbed both of Emily’s breasts from behind. He fondled the pair, but with clamps on, he could do little to play with the nipples as he wanted to. He had had little of the fun till now – neither with the ass nor the breasts. He now held Emily by the arms and began to crush her lips with his own, forcefully opening her mouth, and jammed in his tongue. A hand went down as he began to push in an eager finger into her pussy, teasing and tormenting the very moist hole once again.

From being aroused by the tongue, of Tanya and Kim, it was now the turn of the Arab’s finger to play havoc on her sensuality. She was turning into a wreck, squirming even while tied and hoisted.

Dimitri had stepped forward now. He was visibly upset that he was not the first to taste the trapped and chained chestnut-haired beauty. An evil grin distorted the Russian’s lips. He cupped Emily’s left breast, his thumb caressing the tip of her clamped nipple. He pressed the nipple tip, then began to flick it with the nail of his thumb. It must have been painful for the girl. But she moaned, and Dimitri heard it. So did the Arab and so did Kim.

Dimitri waited for the gorgeous young body to be continually aroused. That was the aim, let her reach that stage of arousal, the point of no return, and then withdraw. Prepare her, let her be craving for her pussy to be invaded and conquered. Emily’s gorgeous young body betrayed her. She was in the throes of her unwanted orgasm when Dimitri released the clamp. She had reached near that stage, or she could be very near to it. Soon, feeling the pulse of her arousal, Dimitri released the second clamp on her right breast.

Kim had stepped in once again, and the Sheikh gave him way to Emily’s pussy by withdrawing his finger. Having regained the spot, Kim dug in his tongue deep into the wet hole, flicking her clit over and over again. Dimitri knelt beside Kim and, nudging him to move away, his tongue was instantly on Emily’s pussy and, at the right time, released the clamp on her clit.

Emily had truly reached the point where she could wait no longer. She moaned incessantly. Squeals of pleasure, shivers in her body, her endlessly leaking clit were dead giveaway of her ‘heat’. She would, right then, willingly surrender and be taken.

“After Dimitri has had his fun with you Miss Weaver it will be time for you to please me with your sweet mouth my dear.”Emily heard MaCumba Salassy say at that moment.

The men turned and moved away from Emily. The ‘on - off’ treatment of Ian Weaver’s daughter once again, and this had been happening all along till now. It was in MaCumba’s scheme of things to deprive her till the end and make her wild for his cock.

Emily could not bear the withdrawal, her desire could not stop now till it was satiated. Helplessly, imploringly, she looked at MaCumba Salassy.

 

[cgraven]

Salassy watched the little tableau play out as the sensual assault of his three little vixens gave way to his Russian, Asian, and Arabian guests own assault of the chain little virgin. He watched as Kim savored Emily’s tight white virgin pussy. He saw the growing lust in Dimitri’s smoldering eyes as he verbally fought with Kim over the young Chestnut beauty’s delicate pussy. “Kim, come on man, you’ll simply drain the girl of all her juices alone! Time’s over! Get up.”

Yet it was Emily’s gasped cry that pleased Salassy the most. “Please ……..no more.” He saw how her breath was coming in short little pants, how Emily clutched her fists in an effort to control her growing sexual arousal. Salassy waited, bided his time as the three men pawed, aroused, and abused the young, chained beauty. Her body glistened in a fine sheen of sweat, every muscle sensually defined in the harsh white light that bathed her gorgeous young body. Salassy loved the way that gorgeous treacherous young body was first excited sexually and then denied over and over again. He waited until there was no doubt that the trapped young beauty desired nothing more than her sexual release and the unimagined pleasure that both the men and women had been tempting yet denying her traitorous body.

Salassy Stood for a moment, that simple action had the three men stop and withdraw from Emily. He then announced to the bound young beauty, “Miss Weaver it is time for you to please me with your sweet mouth my dear.” Emily’s chains went slack, her knees buckled under her. Dimitri bind Miss Weaver’s hand behind her the buckle them to her ankle restraint.”

Emily found herself bound so that her back was arched backwards, her head lifted up, and her firm young breasts thrust up and out as if offering to Salassy for his pleasure. Slowly Salassy stood and opened his robes. The bulbus head of his ebony cock brushed Emily’s moist ripe lips. “Open your mouth Miss Weaver and take me into its chaste sweetness…..” He paused for a moment then added, “……. If you have any thought of biting my dear remember that your father’s fate is in your hands. If I suffer he shall suffer worst.”

Salassy had not minced his words and had left no doubt as to what was expected and required of the gorgeous young white beauty. He nudged his hip forward his dark ebony cock pressing to Emily’s lips demanding entry into her chaste young mouth. Salassy looked forward to claiming Emily’s virgin mouth.

Emily could well imagine that Salassy’s huge ebony cock would cause more pain than pleasure when the time came for him to bury it between her legs as he took her chaste virginity. She could hope if by giving him the blow job he demanded of her she could satisfy his lust and delay him claiming her virginity at least for a little while longer.

MaCumba Salassy could see in Emily’s expressive young eyes the conflict and war of emotions that raged withing the young white beauty. A war between the outrageous situations and the unwanted sexual need that had been awoken in her treacherous young body. He savored Miss Emily Weaver’s little struggles against her fate the sinful and humiliating act of pleasing President for Life MaCumba Salassy with her chaste young mouth. How he loved the sight of this ivory beauty naked an on her knees before him. This chaste daughter of privilege, of White Africa, heiress to seven generation of white planters and colonial overlords, now paying for the sins of her forefathers. MaCumba ran his fingers softly through Emily’s lustrous tresses. He let them drip from his fingers. He smiled down on her as her ripe moist lips “O”ed as the young white beauty took her first taste of the Man that was now her Master, for as much as Emily might rebel at the idea, he was in fact her Master now.

Then came the sweet tempting voices of the three golden vixens and the return of their sensual and seductive caresses. “ Master can be very gentle and pleasing when a girl is good.” Little Ginny’s voice came in a soft angelic whisper .

” Lord MaCumba enjoys when you become excited “ Bridget cooed.

“ Let us help you Miss Macalister!” Tanya whispered even as her fingers brushed Emily’s shaven pussy.

The three young blondes began to caress the hapless young beauty’s treacherous supple body. Emily herd their whispered suggestions on how to please “Her Master” with her sweet little mouth, as their hands continued to seduce her supple young body.

“ Ummm yes my proud little beauty open your throat to me take all of me.” Salassy’s dark voice of his seemed to possess Emily. It was felt as much as heard wrapping around her in like a dark sensual caress. The Hyena’s, his guest drew closer so they could see every detail of the young beauty’s fall from grace. Soon Emily feel the warmth of the girl’s young supple bodies pressed to hers.


MaCumba could easily force Emily and simply raped her mouth but that would be too easy, but to rape her soul to make her his pleasing little slut, to have her willingly betray her heritage, her most deeply held belief that “Good Girls” did not give their favors to black Kaffers , that was what he desired of Miss Emily Weaver.