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Revolution!

2010:

Louis Tsavatsa grinned as he saw the last government troops mopped up by his successful insurgent army. They were surrendering en masse now, which was good. The capital was in rebel hands, and he was able to issue commands that much of the nation was following. However, he didn't have foreign recognition yet, at least not until the last enemy forces were cleaned up by his freedom fighters.

At 31, he was Chairman of the Supreme Executive Council of the Malagasy Revolutionary Movement and head of the new regime, though his exact title wasn't defined yet in the civil government. He would certainly enjoy his new power to get back at enemies and find more mistresses, though he had ideals as well. He would make Madagascar a more independent nation, less dependent on the French and other foreign powers for its survival. He would impose tariffs on foreign goods to boost industries.

He was no Communist. He was an economic nationalist, populist, and a protectionist opposed to the excessive globalization of the economy. He would take Madagascar out of the WTO and allow it to control its economic and political destiny. Most of all, he would beef up the military and acquire nuclear weapons as a deterrent to foreign intervention in his country's affairs....yes, affairs, that brought to mind a few lovely women in the capital that he recently saw. Perhaps they would make excellent mistresses.

Why, just look at that lovely girl! She stood not far from the Presidential Palace, begging for food, evidently because she was blind. Well, that would change, and not just because of policies of his regime. He would see to her personal welfare by taking her as one of his mistresses. Yes, a blind mistress, how unique!

Despite rejecting French influence, he still thought in French terms- a lover was called a mistress. Very French, though he would never admit it.
 
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Olga Lukyanenko could hear the sounds of the revolution around her but what was that to her. She still had to feed herself, her cane tapped the sidewalk as she made her way amoung the people. Her long blonde hair blow in the wind and her large blue eyes just stared seeing nothing. She was almost five foot tall and had lost her vision in a nasty gymnastics accident five years ago. She was now twenty and begging on the streets. Her coat was tight on her fine figure as it was five years old, a childs coat on a grown woman but that was better then nothing. She continued to work the crowd getting money not much of it to at least buy some fruit, if the fruit stand still existed in her neighborhood. The crowd was getting noisy and she decided it was time to head home before it got too dangerous for a blind woman. The tapping of her can as she felt her way through the crowd parted them. She could not see the look of pity in their eyes and that was good as Olga was a proud woman.

Suddenly she felt a hand on her shoulder, and someone turned her a bit too quickly. She dropped her cane and pushed at the hands that held her.
 
Louis Tsavatsa

"Bring me that girl...and that one too," Louis instructed, seeing the two lovely blind girls. Two, no less! Lovely, yet both begged because they were blind and were probably brought up to despise the usual female alternative to begging: prostitution. Well, that and they would have a hard time locating clients without being able to see them.

Well, he'd had to make good use of them. Such a pleasure....one of them was even foreign, that it mattered. It was foreign liquor, foreign metals, and foreign cash crops that bugged him, not foreign women. They were no threat to the public treasury or the balance of trade.
 
Olga felt rough hands around her shoulder guiding her away from her cane. She pushed at them.

"Stop, stop, I need my cane and where do you think you are taking me"

She could feel his toe close to her foot as he continued to move her along. She came down on his foot hard. He let loose of her and all she could imagine was him rubbing his toe. She turned around put her arms out and moved slowly back the way she came. She slowly fanned her arms so that she would not run into anything and was careful how she placed her feet. She had to find her cane.

Strong arms went around her and lifted her. This time he was ready for her and no matter how much she kicked or struck out she was hitting air. He carried her a long time it seemed, then suddenly a chair was under her and his voice cut the air.

"Sit there and behave"

She listened hard as his footfalls walked away from her. She positioned her body in that direction and as the door shut and locked, she stood. Put out her hands and slowly felt her way across the room.
 
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Louis Tsavatsa

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Olga felt rough hands around her shoulder guiding her away from her cane. She pushed at them.

"Stop, stop, I need my cane and where do you think you are taking me"

She could feel his toe close to her foot as he continued to move her along. She came down on his foot hard. He let loose of her and all she could imagine was him rubbing his toe. She turned around put her arms out and moved slowly back the way she came. She slowly fanned her arms so that she would not run into anything and was careful how she placed her feet. She had to find her cane.

Strong arms went around her and lifted her. This time he was ready for her and no matter how much she kicked or struck out she was hitting air. He carried her a long time it seemed, then suddenly a chair was under her and his voice cut the air.

"Sit there and behave"

She listened hard as his footfalls walked away from her. She positioned her body in that direction and as the door shut and locked, she stood. Put out her hands and slowly felt her way across the room.

"What's your name?" Louis asked her, not really sure....but eager to know.
 
Olga was concentrating on her footing when she heard his voice she was startled as she thought he had left and lost her footing and of course she went down. She sat on the floor, she held out her arms to feel if anything was around her and absentmindedly answered his question.

"I am Olga Lukyanenko"

Her beautiful unseeing eyes were looking right at him.
 
Louis Tsavatsa

"Well, my dear Olga, I must admit that I am surprised to see a beautiful, blind Russian girl in the capital of Madagascar. However, I am not displeased. Would you be interested in a more lucrative situation?" Louis commented with a smile that he knew that she couldn't see.
 
Olga got on her knees and pushed with her hands to try to get off of the floor. Her strong legs pushed hard bringing her to a standing position. She listened to his words suspicious of what he was asking.

"Whatever do you mean"
 
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Olga got on her knees and pushed with her hands to try to get off of the floor. Her strong legs pushed hard bringing her to a standing position. She listened to his words suspicious of what he was asking.

"Whatever do you mean"

"Well, mon cherie, every great man needs at least one maitresse: a mistress. Since I'm a great man now, the Leader of the Revolution, I believe that you would make an excellent mistress. An interesting thing, having a mistress, but no wife, but marriage never suited me. Like many great men, I don't like to risk being nagged, manipulated, cut off, or cuckolded. So, if you are interested, you'll go from a hard life to one of relative comfort. Revolutions don't change the fact that heads of state still live in comparative luxury.

"And you're Russian, not French. You're just as pretty and exotic as a Frenchwoman, without being politically unwise. I can't very throw off French neo-colonial oppression and then turn around and bed a Frenchwoman, can I? It's not so bad a life, being a great man's mistress, is it? You'll have things much better and if you have any family, they will not lack for necessities, either," Louis explained, hoping to appeal to her practical streak. She didn't know him well enough for him to expect love from her just yet.

He was right, after all. The Revolution had put him in control of all of Madagascar. Now, he was able to do as he pleased, as de facto dictator of the country. For someone who had so recently been obscure and less than affluent, it was a thrilling notion, to have so much wealth and power. It didn't hurt that it was in a good cause. He wasn't insincere about his protectionist goals, his economic nationalism. He didn't hate the global economy, just the Third World's place in it. He was just not shy about enjoying the rewards of being the liberator of his country, either.
 
Olga listened to his words, panic at what he was saying coursed through her body. She could not have guessed in her wildest dream that a man, any man would want her, let alone one of such great power. The silence between them was deafening as she felt real fear, then anger.

"Are you out of your mind, I am blind, not a whore. Now if you will show me to the door, I will leave and you can find a proper woman to be with"

She heard his footfalls move quickly across the room. Rough hands guided her through a doorway, strong arms picked her up and threw her onto a soft cushiony thing. It took her a few minutes to realize it was a bed. She quickly sat up and extended her arms trying to get her bearings when she heard his voice again.
 
Louis Tsavatsa

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Olga listened to his words, panic at what he was saying coursed through her body. She could not have guessed in her wildest dream that a man, any man would want her, let alone one of such great power. The silence between them was deafening as she felt real fear, then anger.

"Are you out of your mind, I am blind, not a whore. Now if you will show me to the door, I will leave and you can find a proper woman to be with"

She heard his footfalls move quickly across the room. Rough hands guided her through a doorway, strong arms picked her up and threw her onto a soft cushiony thing. It took her a few minutes to realize it was a bed. She quickly sat up and extended her arms trying to get her bearings when she heard his voice again.

"I said nothing about being a whore. Besides, you don't have too many other options. Better a well-fed whore than a starving beggar, wouldn't you say? You wouldn't be a whore, anyway. A whore sells herself to anyone on the streets. You'd be my mistress, in the classical sense of the word. I don't mean any kinky business. I'm a powerful man, and I expect to have my way. Would you really prefer your current life, half-starved and begging for enough to buy a few oranges now and then? I have trouble believing such things. Swallow your pride and you won't regret it. What's holding you back? Maybe it's because I'm not a Christian, but I don't really see the point in chastity and poverty. I would have made a poor monk, but the same traits that disqualify me from such a life make me a great national leader. Great men are alpha males. They have greater sexual appetites. That includes me. There's no sin in that. Just my advice, my lovely Olga. Besides, there's not only the carrot. There's also the stick, if you get my meaning," Louis commented with a smirk on his face. One way or the other, he'd have this woman. She'd be the first of his new mistresses.
 
As he spoke Olga relized the dire position she was in. She needed to get out of her. Her proud russian blood boiled with anger. She knew he was close to her, she could feel his breath blowing over her face everytime he spoke. She tried to figure out exactly where he was. She of course was on a very comfortable bed, her skirt had hiked up to way above her knees but she didn't think she was exposed at her private area as she felt no coolness there.

She waited until he said something about a stick, her hand moved quickly to smack him in the face but all she felt was air going past her hand. Suddenly he grasped her wrist and she could feel her body moving twisting. Her head was on his lap and his mouth on hers. His one hand held both of hers, he pulled her arms over her head. She began to kick at something anything. Her skirt hiked up further and she knew she was in trouble as his hand slipped under her skirt.
 
Louis Tsavatsa

Louis had tired of Olga's stubborn resistance....he'd initiate her, one way or the other....lifting her skirt....and pulling down her panties....rather dirty panties....he told himself to have them burnt later....a bit worried about how diseased she might be all of the sudden....due to her situation....he ordered a box of condoms brought into the bedroom....lubricated condoms....he slid on one...abruptly thrust into Olga...immediately breaking her hymen and seeing blood on his rubber...he began ruthlessly fucking the girl...fed up with her refusal to bed him...if she was foolish enough to rebuff a man who could make her life easier....then her judgment couldn't be trusted....and he'd decide things for her for the foreseeable future...

"Ah, Olga, that's nice....very nice, tight virgin cunt...," Louis groaned, as he deflowered the blind Russian girl...pissed that he'd had to resort to rape...but clearly her thinking was distorted...so he'd have to think for the both of them...
 
She couldn't believe how fast he was. One minute she was sitting arguing with him and then the next minute, her skirt was up, her panties torn off her and his body pressed her to the mattress.

He entered her quickly, she did not know that could be done. She felt a ripping pain, between her legs, it took her breath away. He still held her arms over her head, he was pounding into her saying dirty things to her. She finally caught her breath.

"Stop it, stop it, it hurts you bastard, I am not a whore, stop it"

She opened her mouth to scream and found his mouth over hers and his tongue of all things wrapped around her own tongue. The man was deranged obviously. She kicked her legs but got no where as his body seemed to have her legs spread wide.
 
Louis Tsavatsa

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She couldn't believe how fast he was. One minute she was sitting arguing with him and then the next minute, her skirt was up, her panties torn off her and his body pressed her to the mattress.

He entered her quickly, she did not know that could be done. She felt a ripping pain, between her legs, it took her breath away. He still held her arms over her head, he was pounding into her saying dirty things to her. She finally caught her breath.

"Stop it, stop it, it hurts you bastard, I am not a whore, stop it"

She opened her mouth to scream and found his mouth over hers and his tongue of all things wrapped around her own tongue. The man was deranged obviously. She kicked her legs but got no where as his body seemed to have her legs spread wide.

Ignoring the girl's rant....Louis continued ravishing Olga....enjoying her newly deflowered pussy....even playing with her clit....wanting to see how she would react....

"Now, now, Olga....it's a bad citizen who refuses to obey her leader. Do your patriotic duty and take my cock deeper...fuck me back....thrust back at me....enjoy it....just relax and revel in it....," Louis grunted, as he pounded Olga in the doggie position....definitely one of his favorite positions....and thinking about her ass now....the idea of buggering her had its appeal...rougher now that she had chosen to resist him...he would have been gentler, but not now...but for now...he'd keep it up in her bleeding pussy...
 
She did not know how it happened by before she knew it she was on her hands and knees, his strong arms holding her restraining her and he was pounding into her. She felt his fingers touching her, probing and surprisingly exciting her. She had never felt this strang stimulation before, she found herself groaning, it was a pecular sound to her ears.

"Now, now, Olga....it's a bad citizen who refuses to obey her leader. Do your patriotic duty and take my cock deeper...fuck me back....thrust back at me....enjoy it....just relax and revel in it....,"

His words somehow excited her, a need grew inside of her. Her traitorous body began to pound back onto his hugh manhood. She heard herself panting and could do nothing to stop the flow of wild passion that swept through her. Her senses that were so acute because of the blindness drove her to thrust her hips against his.
 
Louis Tsavatsa

rvplymates said:
She did not know how it happened by before she knew it she was on her hands and knees, his strong arms holding her restraining her and he was pounding into her. She felt his fingers touching her, probing and surprisingly exciting her. She had never felt this strang stimulation before, she found herself groaning, it was a pecular sound to her ears.

"Now, now, Olga....it's a bad citizen who refuses to obey her leader. Do your patriotic duty and take my cock deeper...fuck me back....thrust back at me....enjoy it....just relax and revel in it....,"

His words somehow excited her, a need grew inside of her. Her traitorous body began to pound back onto his hugh manhood. She heard herself panting and could do nothing to stop the flow of wild passion that swept through her. Her senses that were so acute because of the blindness drove her to thrust her hips against his.

"Oh, yes, Olga, my Russian vixen....you're a very deserving first mistress....so warm and delicious....," Louis groaned with pleasure, as he rammed himself into Olga's sex....and played with her clit....and the way that she responded was a sign that she had begun to surrender to his touch....
 
She heard his words and wanted to stop responding to him but her passions would not let her. His hand was buried into her sex, her groans were loud with excitement. She couldn't stop even if she wanted to. He continued to plow into her and she responded in kind.
 
Louis Tsavatsa

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She heard his words and wanted to stop responding to him but her passions would not let her. His hand was buried into her sex, her groans were loud with excitement. She couldn't stop even if she wanted to. He continued to plow into her and she responded in kind.

"Told you that life will be better as my lover....Olga.....," Louis took a chance and removed his condom....he then plunged his cock back into her...bareback...the extra danger giving him a rush....still playing with her clit....
 
Suddenly he had pulled out of her. Olga was relieved and also a bit disappointed. She started to crawl up the bed when his muscular arm went about her again. She felt him slip his manhood back into position and again he slammed into her.

She was out of breath after a few minutes of his ramming. She felt a great deal of wetness between her legs which strangely excited her. She began to thrust her hips harder against his. Sensations she had never known existed ran through her body like electrity.

She grabbed the bedding with her hands as he took control fully. His hands on her hips, he lifted them on and off of his manhood. Her hands fisted on the bedding, her moans were getting closer and closer to a scream. He just kept on riding her hard, fast and deep.
 
Louis Tsavatsa

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Suddenly he had pulled out of her. Olga was relieved and also a bit disappointed. She started to crawl up the bed when his muscular arm went about her again. She felt him slip his manhood back into position and again he slammed into her.

She was out of breath after a few minutes of his ramming. She felt a great deal of wetness between her legs which strangely excited her. She began to thrust her hips harder against his. Sensations she had never known existed ran through her body like electrity.

She grabbed the bedding with her hands as he took control fully. His hands on her hips, he lifted them on and off of his manhood. Her hands fisted on the bedding, her moans were getting closer and closer to a scream. He just kept on riding her hard, fast and deep.

Now thrusting more vigorously into Olga's pussy, Louis definitely preferred the "bareback" experience to the one separated from her warm body by latex....Mother Nature knew best, after all.....especially here....the idea of filling Olga with his milky seed very much appealed to the Leader of the Revolution....this was definitely the sort of perk he had in mind as head of state....what was more...he sensed that her attitude was changing...that she was beginning to enjoy the feeling of a man inside her....women, so alike...so many virgins can do without the abstract concept of sex....but the reality of it is something quite different...and once they try it...few dislike it...most even love it....from his experience, at least....

"Olga, my Russian nymph, not so bad, is this? Not such a terrible experience, mon ami," Louis gasped, as he thrust harder into her depths....this blind Russian girl was wonderful for a recent virgin...
 
Olga felt a tightning at her core, she began to pant as she groaned louder and louder. The muscles in her vagina tried to capture his manhood it seemed. Then an explosive feeling clutched her body as it poured out her juices. She dropped her head to the mattress, kneading the bedding with her hands as her vagina muscles contracted on his shaft. But he did not stop, he kept pounding into her.

Her behind was high in this new position her bodily relief had created. She groaned as her body began to build up once more.
 
Louis Tsavatsa

rvplymates said:
Olga felt a tightning at her core, she began to pant as she groaned louder and louder. The muscles in her vagina tried to capture his manhood it seemed. Then an explosive feeling clutched her body as it poured out her juices. She dropped her head to the mattress, kneading the bedding with her hands as her vagina muscles contracted on his shaft. But he did not stop, he kept pounding into her.

Her behind was high in this new position her bodily relief had created. She groaned as her body began to build up once more.

Louis kept pounding Olga, stroke for stroke, going deeper into her sex...bottoming out....he loved the feeling of her warm, wet womanhood....he slid his slick fingers in and out of her anus as well....while his other kept toying with her clit...teasing her and trying to get her even wetter....

....The new Supreme Leader of Madagascar had chosen well in his first mistress, and he was pleased with himself for that knowledge...
 
Olga couldn't believe what was happening, the man just never seemed to tire and now he was fingering not only her slit but her opening in her behind. She tired to pull away but he held her tightly. After away a strange excitement over took her and she found herself pressing back against him. She screamed many times as her body let go of fluids. She found herself sqeezing her own breasts as they ached to be touched.
 
Louis Tsavatsa

rvplymates said:
Olga couldn't believe what was happening, the man just never seemed to tire and now he was fingering not only her slit but her opening in her behind. She tired to pull away but he held her tightly. After away a strange excitement over took her and she found herself pressing back against him. She screamed many times as her body let go of fluids. She found herself sqeezing her own breasts as they ached to be touched.

Louis pulled out and turned her over....now entering her from above in the missionary position....facing her....he began cupping her breasts with one hand and manipulating her anus with the other....wanting to see if he can get her off without even touching her clit....thrusting in and out and soon bottoming out once more...hitting her cervix with his huge phallus....

"Being the Leader's mistress has many benefits, don't you see?" Louis commented, as he plundered her repeatedly....
 
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