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This is a thread detailing the adventures of a foreign exchange student who ended up a member of a slave girl ring after going to a job interview for something she saw in the paper.

Armando
6'6"
220 lbs
Muscular Build
Long Thick Cock
Black Hair
Brown Eyes

The master of the slave girl ring
 
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Dandara

Dandara
Student from an African country
1m 79 (a little under 6 ft)
67 k (about 150 lb)
Slave in the Ring
Black Hair, Afro locks
black eyes
slim, with medium-sized breasts ( size 42 Brazilian
 
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Name: Damali
Age: 18
5'4
110lbs
Athletic build
Copper colored skin, Hispanic
Long black wavy hair
Green eyes
34D

One of the slave girls
 
Saraphina
Age 25
5'6"
125lb
muscular body, c cup breasts
Long wavy blonde hair
Blue/green eyes
Best friend of Armando, mistress to his master
 
The Ad

Dandara was feeling so lonely after two months in this new town, where she had come to study in an exchange program. She really didnt want to come; it was only her father who prompted her to, telling her that a trained nurse would be a blessing to their native village. So she finally packed and traveled across the Ocean, but after the first, exciting week, she was fed up with all the different customs and habits, and missing badly her old ways.she came across this ad. It asked for a dancer to perform at a private party, and stated that the more exotic, the better. Now she liked to dance, and her tribe had a lot of complex choreographies that she had mastered from childhood. Why not to try? Perhaps she could meet interesting people...
She breathed deeply and rang the number.
 
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Armando picked up the phone when he heard it rang. He just placed the ad the day before, and the number was being used just for the purpose of finding a new dancer. Apparently someone fell for it, and decided to call and check it up. "Hello, I assume your calling about the job, just tell me your first name, a brief description of your body, and why I should pick you. You have two minutes, if your not done then I will hang up and you won't get the job. Your two minutes begin now."
 
"Hello? Sure, sir! I am Dandara from Topanga, in Africa. I am 19 years, am studying here for a while, and looking for a part time job. I am tall, slim, and a good dancer, sir. My tribe, the Kimbundo, is noted in our country for our elaborate choreographies... would you let me demonstrate, sir? Please?"
I spoke in such a hurry that I feared the man would hang up.
"Relax, Dandara", I said to myself as I stopped talking. "Good goddess Kia, help me to get this job, I will make a sacrifice for you if you do..." I prayed silently.
 
He just smiled, not willing to describe her body, but she was exotic enough, so he would give her a chance to prove that she was worthy of the 'job'. "Alright, go to the corner of 4th and Maple, if my girl deems your body worthy, he will motion you into the nearby alley where you will discuss terms. She will be there at 2:00 pm, if your late by one second by her watch, you will not be hired. That is all." He hung up the phone. "Damali, front and center." He said snapping his fingers, as he raised the tone of his voice.
 
Damali

Damali walked quickly from her room to stand in front of the master. She looked at the floor shyly "Yes, Master?" she asked in a meek voice. Her body was clad in a balconette leather bra, with matching crotchless g-string and a leather collar with spikes around her neck.
 
Armando smiled at her obidence, and caressed her face. "Damali, I want you to go and get Saraphina, you are to leave the island, and head to the city, when there go to the usual spot, and if you deem the lady waiting on the corner at 2 pm worthy bring her in for her tests, we might have a new playmate for you soon." He said as he turned her around and slapped her ass telling her to move on.
 
Dandara could hardly believe what she had just heared. She looked at the clock on the cafeteria wall - she had never got used to wearing a watch on her wrist like the white girl in the house her mom worked at did - she had about two hours to reach the place the gentleman had told her.
She went to her little appartment and took a long shower, then oiled her skin with a parfumed oil I had brought from the village. She arranged her hair in a casual hairdo. Her locks were one of her prides! They made her look so nice, everybody said so.
What should she wear? an African outfit, perhaps? No.. that would be too much.SheI chose a pair of tight blue slacks going to down to her midcalf, a white sleeveless blouse, and a pair of open sandals, with just two narrows strips of leather covering the top of her feet.
On her upper arrm she added a bracelet made of real crocodile teeth that she had received as a sign of being sexually mature when she passed the traditional tests back in the village.
She should be going to class after that brief interval for lunch, but she decided that she would not. Damn the course, she knew that she did not want to become a nurse - her father would have to put up with that. Why hadnt he sent abroad one of her sisters instead?
She waited for a while and then walked to the corner of 4th and Maple. The street clock showed a quarter to two, so she was on time. How would she recognize the girl that was supposed to come and examine her? Her heart leaped inside her chest. What if the girl didnt like her? "Good goddess Kia, please please help me... please..." she muttered to herself. But would Kia hear her from so far? She had never bothered to ask Father, or the old women in the village, about that...
 
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Damali

Damali giggled and nuzzled her master's hand with her ass as she said "As you wish, Master" before reluctantly moving away and heading for the door. Walking a couple of feet away from the main mansion, she came upon a smaller but no less grand building. With a smile on her face, she rang the doorbell, waiting anxiously to see her mistress. She had to admit to herself, her Mistress held a special place to her. She was the one that took the time to show her how to pleasure both man and women when she was taken in.
 
Saraphine looked up when the doorbell rang, two quick rings meant that Damali was at her door. Getting up from where she was lounging on the couch, she walked to the door, her hips swaying seductively beneath her shear dress. Opening the door she smiled at Damali.
"Come in my pet," she said, moving back from the door. "What has your master sent you to me for today?"
 
Damali

Damali couldnt help the grin that spread on her lips as she watched her mistress, looking as beautiful as always. Snapping herself out of a few very erotic mental pictures, she took her hand and kissed her knuckles gently "My Mistress, the Master has asked me to tell you to please go interview a new girl for a slave. I am to escort you."
 
"Why does he not do it himself?" Saraphina asked. "No worries, I am sure he is busy. Come in while I get dressed." Looking Damali up and down, she smiled. "Now, I don't think what you wearing is exactly appropriate for going into the city. Come, I will give you something to wear."
 
Damali

Damali blushed and quietly followed her mistress "Thank you Mistress" she said in a soft voice as she stood in front of her bed, waiting quietly while Saraphina rumaged through her closet.
 
Saraphina riffled through her closest, looking for the perfect outfit for Damali. No matter how much she looked she could not decide. "Damali, please, come pick something to wear." Choosing a pair of tight jeans and a tight t-shirt that showed off her toned stomach for herself, she stepped back from the closet.
 
Damali

Now this was really too much. She blushed as much as her darker skin tone allowed her as she hurriedly looked and picked the first thing she saw: a pair of jeans and a tube top. Quickly putting it on, she rushed to help her mistress out of her dress and grabbed a brush, starting to gently brush the few tangles on her beautiful hair.
 
Saraphina shrugged out of her dress, shivering at the feel of Damali's hands on her body. Quickly pulling on her jeans and top, she sat her dressing table to apply her makeup as Damali brushed her hair.

"Please put it up for me, Damali," she said kindly. "It is hot today and I dont want it sticking to my face all day."
 
Damali

"My pleasure, Mistress" she said softly as she took care to brush her mistress' hair until it shined in the light before holding it carefully, making a high ponytail with a strand of hair holding it in place. After making sure the hair wouldn't fall, she got up and quietly waited for her mistress by the door. She wasnt really much help with makeup, not really knowing or caring about using it on herself much.
 
Finishing up with her makeup, Saraphina moved to join Damali at the door. "So where is it that your master wishes us to meet this girl at?" she said, stepping out into the sun. "It is way too nice to be stuck inside anyways, so I am glad that he asked me to go." Opening the passenger door of her convertible, she motioned Damali inside before sliding into the driver's seat.
 
Damali

"Were to meet the girl at the corner of 4th and Maple, at two o' clock sharp. If she is late for a second, by your watch Mistress, we're to leave and assume she isnt interested." Damali replied as she buckled her seatbelt and relaxed against the seat.
 
"Well then we had best get going," Saraphina replied, putting the car in drive. The mansion was on an island but hidden in the trees, therefore there was a long road one had to follow to get to the dock where the boat was. Armando had Saraphina's car brought onto the island for her when he got tired of her complaining of the walk to the boat.

After a short ride, Saraphina pulled up to the dock and climbed into the boat, reaching a hand out to help Damali into the boat. The boat was a fairly large speedboat with a powerful motor. It would not take them long to get to the mainland to meet with Dandara.
 
Damali

Damali smiled at her mistress and wrapped her arms around her waist, gently holding her in place as the boat rocked from side to side and made its way to the mainland, where they would meet this new girl. She knew she was still a little new to this, having just come out of 'training' a month ago, but she couldn't help leaning forwards and kissing her mistress neck with a soft kiss, hoping she wouldn't mind it.
 
Saraphina smiled at Damali's embrace, the kiss on her neck a welcome touch. Turning in her arms, she placed her hand on Damali's cheek tilting her head so that she had to look up at her. Leaning in she kissed her lips gently before turning around again to gaze over the wide expanse of blue before them.
 
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