East Africa

Her breast ached, feeling heavy and stinging. Her body tensed, quivering to his lash. How could something like this take her breath away, make her skin ache and burn? Make her buttocks clench, her back arch. The tapping of that whip, taking away all thought until she was stretched there before this man black as night, this man tall with a deep voice that burned into her brain. Her hips presenting her sex to him, opening and revealing herself. And inside her, the drug hummed, singing a song that had become almost like an old friend.

The puddle of desire between legs grew, that white cream stinging those red stripes decorating the insides of her thighs. Again and again the whip lashed her sex, her body humming, the desire reaching a crescendo. Still she waited. Her body gleamed from the perspiration that decorated her body.

Come for me my sweet blue eyed whore!

She screamed, her body shaking, the creamy dew rolled down her thighs. The rhythm of her hips fucking air, accepting the lash as the new cock. Her eyes rolled back in her head as the current of sex ran though her body.

That’s a good little whore Miss Applegate.

And to her surprise his words excited her, enflamed her, made her climax again and again and again until she collapsed, splayed and draped, decorated with hundreds of the red stripes all over her body. She twitched, exhausted, having cum more times that she thought possible. And yet, she still craved more, her body now a machine needing sex.
 
Mustafa savored each of Susan’s little surrenders, the way her gorgeous young body bucked and thrashed against her bounds as her tormentor ripped orgasm after orgasm from her delicious young body. But rather than fighting the lash of the crop Susan arched her hungering pussy to the crop’s fiery kiss, accepting its harsh blows as her lover.

Susan hung in her bounds, nearly spent and exhausted, from the demands that Mustafa had made on her supple young body. His body pressed to hers, Susan’s aching breasts crushed to his chest as his hands sensually slid up the little golden beauty's arms. He smiled as her delicate wrist were freed, and Susan collapsed to lay prostrate at his feet.

“My sweet little blue eyed whore I am far from being through with you.”

There was a dark note in his voice.

Susan lay on the cold floor desperately trying to catch her breath. Mustafa drew a kneeler to were the young golden beauty lay. He picked Susan up as if she were as light as a feather and draped her over the padded kneeler. He attached a leash to the slave collar that Miriam had buckled around Susan’s slender neck and bound Susan’s hands behind her back. Mustafa thread the lead through an eyebolt in the floor and drew it tight. Susan could not lift or mover her head, her ankles were still bound to the spreader bar and her tight firm little derrière was high in the air, and her pussy blossoming for him. Mustafa slowly circled Susan as he inspected the position he had bound her in. His hand came down hard on the sensual curve of her ass.

“I am going to fuck you now my sweet little whore.”

Susan could feel the heat of his body as he stepped between her wide spread thighs. The young golden beauty could feel the ridged line of his cock sliding along the hapless young beauty coral pink labia, rubbed against her throbbing clit, as the shaft of the riding crop had, teasing and enflaming Susan’s need to cum, to be filled, and yes to be fucked. Yet Mustafa’s cock never entered Susan chaste supple body. His thumbs spread the firm cheeks of Susan’s firm ass. His head bent and he blew a cool stream of air across the girl’s exposed anus. The velvet tip of his cock pressed against Susan’s virgin anus. With a single thrust he claimed Susan’s last vestige of virginity. Nothing in Susan’s young sheltered life in Iowa had prepared her for this forbidden, sinful, and unnatural act.

“Come to me my sweet blue eyed whore and impale your tight little ass on my cock!?
 
The heat from his body seemed to burn hers, his arm that held her against him incredibly strong. Caressing her arm, he released her wrist and slowly she slid down his body to end in a heap at his feet, her ankles still spread by the bar they were bound to.

My sweet little blue eyed whore I am far from being through with you.

She was dimly aware of something that was moved beside her before he picked her up as if she were a rag doll. There was a bit of padding on the thing and he soon had her tied down over the piece. The collar around her neck was tied to a spot on the floor with her hands bound behind her back. Her knees spread by the thing tied to her ankles rested on the padded step and her ass was raised in the air. She was too exhausted to move. Would he now give her sex what it had craved all this time? That which Master had taught her to desire. His hand spanked an ass cheek and she flinched, gasping in pain and pleasure as he smacked over those red stripes left by the little whip.

I am going to fuck you now my sweet little whore.

Her heart beat faster. To finally feel his cock fill her sex! She felt herself slick with desire as he rubbed the head of his cock against her wet slit, rubbing against the sting made so recently by the whip.

There was confusion then when she did not feel him thrust deep into her sex. Instead, his thumbs spread her ass cheeks to reveal her anus. Cool air brushed against it and it tightened in response. She felt something soft and yet hard pressed against that tight opening before excruciating pain flared in her ass. A scream ripped from her lips as she struggled to fight back, for surely the giant was confused and had thrust into the wrong space. This was wrong! If she could just get away from him! But movement was impossible, her body pinned and skewered, the drug momentarily overwhelmed by the pain as her body was ripped in half. At least, that was how it felt, his hands holding her buttocks parted, her body attempting to expel the invader from the depth of her bowels. It tightened repeatedly as slowly, so slowly the drug once again fought for control of her body. Fingers clenched and splayed in pain and frustration as tears slowly dripped on the floor beneath her.

Come to me my sweet blue eyed whore and impale your tight little ass on my cock

She began to slowly feel the buzz again, though as of now it was only a small niggle in the back of her brain working to grow stronger. The pain blossomed from that center point, that crinkled opening being stretched beyond what it had ever been, until now her whole world revolved around the actions of the dark giant and his evil doings.
 
“Come to me my sweet blue eyed whore and impale your tight little ass on my cock!”

Mustafa commanded the bound golden beauty, his voice hard unyielding, the way her took Susan domineering, as it was if her wishes and desires were nothing. Nothing about the way he fucked Susan virgin ass had nothing to do with but his own dark pleasure. He savored Susan’s screams of pain and agony. The way her gorgeous body and young innocent mind rebelled against this unnatural defilement. Yet Mustafa knew that in the end this stunning young creature would have to surrender to him if only to save herself. With each thrust his balls slapped Susan’s puffy labia, and set her firm young breast to sway and jiggle, with the force of his thrusts as he slowly open Susan’s tortured ass.

Mustafa’s hands slid up the sensual curves of the bound little blue eyed beauty. He cupped Susan’s swaying breast. He gave each breast a firm squeeze, crushed those firm breast to her chest before he rolled her peaked taunt nipples between his thumb and for finger. He pinched and tugged those hyper sanative until Susan was panting and whimper. Again he commanded the hapless young golden beauty,

“Come to me my sweet blue eyed whore and impale your tight little ass on my cock!”

There was no doubt that Mustafa was demanding that Susan become an active participant in her own annual rape.
 
Was no part of her body sacred? Could anyone do anything to her they wished? She cried out, praying that the large man would stop. In and out he thrust, opening her small hole to his persistent plunder. Her mind screamed in pain as he continued, and yet her body fought with itself. Pleasure strained to speak louder than the pain. Each thump of her swollen labia jolted through her, reminding her of its presence. His hands slid along her body, running along her curves, pressing the red stripes that crisscrossed her skin, the pain making her momentarily tense. His hands searched until he found her breast moving in time to his beat. Large hands took hold of them, trying to mold them to his desire. The pain in her ass fought with the pleasure running through her veins and made one last fight for supremacy. She gave a whimper as the buzz fought and won.

She felt a rush as the drug surged within her and her skin tingled. She closed her eyes, breathing heavy through her nose. Her body quivered, still not understanding why the man would wish to fuck her ass when her sex was presented to him.

Come to me my sweet blue eyed whore and impale your tight little ass on my cock!

Finally the drug took control, and she relaxed, accepting what was happening. If she allowed it, the drug promised that she would find pleasure. Her skin still stung, her ass sore from the whip as well as the rape. Her sex was still sensitive from the whipping and with each thrust his sac tapped it and she shivered. Her anus now burned from his repeated stretching and the head of his cock rubbing against her bowels awakened new nerves. She gave a shiver, listen to the call of the drug that beat deep in her, surrendered herself to this dark man.
 
Again came the soft but persistent command from Mustafa. Come to me my sweet blue eyed whore and impale your tight little ass on my cock!. Susan whimpered what she could do physically bound ass she was. But what truly kept her in bondage was her traitorous young body’s need to be used, to be fucked until she was given permission to cum. Again Susan gave a shuttering groan, an electric shiver raced along every never in her gorgeous young body, filled every fiber of that supple body with a burning need, and a sinful desire. The golden haired beauty ceased her struggles and listen to the call of the drug that beat deep within her, and as she sobbed, defeated, Susan surrendered herself to this ebony giant.

Susan pressed back to the man’s pounding cock as if she could no longer fight his domination of her. Susan seemed to accept the searing pain that he metered out to her, if that was his desire, his pleasure to use her so. Mustafa had demanded that Susan become an active participant in her own annual rape and to her shame and embracement she did exactly that, as if unable to disobey him.

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Miriam watched from hiding Susan’s fall from grace, the tears of shame that shimmering in the 19 year olds smoldering blue eyes. Miriam saw how Susan’s eyes darken fro Azure blue to a deep violate the more aroused she became a clear side effect of the powerful aphrodisiac that Graziani had fed the innocent young beauty. I shall have to do something about that! Miriam decided. Her clients might enjoy a sweet young thing that could not say No but soon would lose interest. What they desired was a stunning young golden beauty, that would fight them tooth and nail before her own forbidden desires made her surrender to their will. So Miss Susan Applegate would have to be weaned from the drug and that would take some time, time that Miriam intended on making the girl her lover.

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How long Mustafa used Susan she would never know. He had ripped a series of cascading anal orgasms from the bound golden beauty. He had mauled Susan’s breasts pinched, tugged and tormented her sensitive nipples. When he came he filled her tight little ass with his white hot scalding cum. As the ebony giant waited for his powers to returned he busied himself with lashing Susan until the sensual caress of the leather had the innocent young beauty begging to cum for him. Finally Susan’s gorgeous young body could take no more and her soft violet eyes fluttered close as she fell unconscious.

Miriam had Susan carried to her private chambers, her naked body laid on her bed.

“Sleep Pretty, Pretty, Miriam has plans for you.”
 
Susan answered the black man's call to participate in her anal rape. The searing lessened somewhat once she had relaxed and the internal call of the drug took hold. She could not understand what this summons was, this need that burned deep within her. And though bound and relatively immobilize as she was, her hips began to move on their own, meeting his plunge deep into her bowels, his cock reaching into the depths within her.

As he fucked her anus, forcing that once virgin area to open, stretching evermore around his cock, the pull and tease of her full breast, rolling her nipples between her fingers and bringing her body so close to climax after climax, the inside of her legs coated in a steady stream of cream that dripped from wet slit. Each time her anus would grip the cock that invaded it as her body shook. The whimpers that escaped her lips each time grew louder with each one as she waiting for the command that would let her cum. When finally it came, her scream filled the room as his hands seemed to rip her body in two, his hands gripping her ass cheeks and parting them. His cock exploded inside her, throbbing as jet after jet of hot seed filled her ass. It continued forever until she felt his cock slid from her poor tortured anus, the hole refusing to close and she felt what must be his seed begin to leak from her ass.

Susan was exhausted. She felt as if she had been with this man for days. It was confusing. Apparently Master had been displeased with her. And this man was too for he once again began to whip her, her skin aching as again and again the sting of the whip caresses her body, across her back, her buttocks, her anus, her sex. The scream inside her head made her beg, asking to be allowed to come, until finally his dark voice acquiesced and her body shook, his cum pouring from that stretched hole, her cum sliding down her inside thigh. Her scream shook her body, her hands clenched until finally the world went grey and she slumped over the thing that he had tied her over. The last thing she heard was the air whistle as the whip hit her ass.

Dreams of sex plagued her. Repeatedly she heard voices commanding her to cum. And no matter how much she tried, there was always another voice calling to her, ordering her.
 
Miriam smiled wickedly as she watched her little golden pet toss and turn in her exhausted sleep. Susan’s gorgeous body arching to the caress to her invisible lover, her sweet angelic voice pleading no, no, no until the hapless young beauty screamed YES, YES, OH GOD YES! as she came hard only to slump back into her restless sleep and haunting dreams. Miriam bided her time until she saw Susan’s eyes fluttered but remained closed as she lay spent and exhausted from the attentions of her dream lover. The accomplished dominatrix’s lips brushed Susan’s soft silken skin. Miriam’s lips and little pink tongue began to trace the crimson stripes that decorated Susan’s flawless skin. Soft butterfly kisses erotic little licks as the dominatrix explored the fine crimson lattice work that decorated Susan’s breasts and paying special attentions to the girl’s sensitive nipples. Miriam whispered against Susan taunt rosebud nipple,

“Morning Pretty, Pretty.”

Miriam whispered as Susan’s soft blue eyes fluttered open.

“You are such a pleasing little thing My Girl

There was no mistaking the note of procession of ownership in the Madame’s voce before she inhaled Susan nipple and gently suckled it to life. Miriam paid close attention to how the young golden beauty’s body responded to her ministrations. Miriam continued to explore that delicate crimson lattice work that was the visible sign of how aroused the young girl had become from the sensual caress and the fiery kiss of the riding crop. Those sensual, seductive little kisses and those arousing erotic little licks of the Madame’s pink tongue, followed those crimson strips down across Susan’s quivering abdomen, her hot moist breath washed over Susan’s naked little pussy. Miriam paused a moment, she let Susan anticipate the first caress of her tongue to the girl’s sweet little pussy, yet that erotic caress of Miriam tongue did not come, but traced those strips down the long columns of the young girl’s legs and calves only to slowly, so very slowly climbed again until once more Miriam lips and tongue hovered over Susan’s delicious little pussy.

“You My Pretty, Pretty belong to me, belong to my brothel The Mathmos.”

The Madame’s lips pressed a seductive little kiss to Susan’s pussy.

“Your days of deciding who you will lay with, who you will grant your sexual favors to are over.”

The tip of Miriam’s tongue fluttered over Susan’s clit.

“You will lay with whoever pays me the most for your sexual favors and will do whatever they desire.”

Miriam gripped Susan’s clit between her teeth, and drew a cool stream of air across that feverous little pearl of passion.

“And you will be my sweet little lover Miss Applegate!”

Miriam devoured Susan’s sweet delicious pussy with her lips mouth teeth and tongue. The cunning dominatrix began to seduce the naïve young golden beauty gorgeous and treacherous young body.
 
Over and over again she was made love to in her dreams. She fought the impulse to give in to whosever it was, for the person that tortured her body was invisible. When finally she gave in, screaming her quiescence to whoever it was, she came hard before once again tossing and turning.

Slowly through her exhausted and drug filled sleep, she became aware of lips, real lips, kissing her stinging skin. Little licks and nibbles followed where the lash had laid its tracks as if to try and sooth her. A tongue licked her breast, full and ripe with only the latticework of red its decorations. The tongue wrapped around the pale pink nipple, pulling it taut. A voice, surprisingly feminine, whispered against it.

Morning Pretty, Pretty.

She opened her eyes to find herself looking in the eyes if the black woman from the card game last night, or whenever that game had been.

You are such a pleasing little thing My Girl

A woman owned her? She questioned whether she heard correctly before the woman suddenly sucked the nipple in her mouth, tugging the hardening bud. Her back gave a gentle arch as she continued, licking and kissing right down her body. This was wrong! In the back of her mind, it yelled No! But her body would not obey. She was headed for her sex! Then she remembered. This was the woman from the auction, the one that had tested with her mouth to see if Susan was a virgin!

Her body thrilled in anticipation of what was to come, and felt confusion when she did not stop at her sex. Instead it continued down her legs before slowly beginning its climb back up her leg. It seemed to take forever before it reached the space between her legs. She could feel the woman breath on her sex, and Susan fought to understand what the woman said.

You My Pretty, Pretty belong to me, belong to my brothel The Mathmos.

A brothel? A whorehouse? She kissed Susan's sex and her body fluttered inside.

Your days of deciding who you will lay with, who you will grant your sexual favors to are over.

Her tongue hit that little electrical button and she felt a jolt.

You will lay with whoever pays me the most for your sexual favors and will do whatever they desire.

No! A stranger in a strange land and now truly a whore. Whoever and whatever? Like that tall dark man that had taken her ass. The woman teeth gripped it and Susan shook as cool air tickled it.

And you will be my sweet little lover Miss Applegate!

"No!" Susan, gave a terse whisper as the woman began to suck her sex, wet with desire.

"May I please cum?" The drug still tenaciously holding on to Susan's body craved release as she quivered under the woman's mouth and what it was doing to her. She wanted none of this and yet everything that the woman could give her. She writhed beneath her, the drug weakening yet still strong within her. Anyone could use her? Oh, how far she had fallen.
 
The sweet young naive innocent from Iowa whispered No and yet her supple young body arched to Miriam mouth embracing the growing pleasure that the cunning dominatrix brought to her, no matter what her young pious little mind screamed.

“My precious dhahabu mtoto, my golden child, what you desire is no import here, only my desires matter .”

Miriam cooed against Susan’s greedy little pussy. The Madame’s lips closed around the young golden beauty’s clit as she gently suckled it. It took very little effort for the ebony beauty to coax Susan’s throbbing pearl of passion from its hooded hiding place.

No

Susan whispered again even as her gorgeous young body betrayed her once more and she was soon begging her Mistress,

"May I please cum?"

The words bubbled from Susan’s moist ripe lips, a husky passion filled whisper, laced with her growing arousal, even as she bloused in shame at how far she had fallen from grace.

“May I pleas cum Mistress

Miriam softly, but firmly corrected her little golden lover. Then she gave Susan’s clit a little lover’s nip. Miriam rolled to her side and leisurely kissed, licked, and nipped her way back up the quivering young beauty’s body, tarrying momentarily, to once more tease and excite Susan’s aching nipples. The ebony dominatrix’s lips were just a breath away from Susan’s as her Mistress cooed.

“Taste your sweetness precious dhahabu mtoto.”

Miriam’s mouth closed over Susan’s in a darkly passionate kiss. The tip of the woman’s pink tongue slid over the sensual bow of the golden beauty’s moist ripe lips. Miriam did not give Susan the opportunity to resist her but slipped two fingers into the girl’s tight little pussy. When Susan gasped Miriam forced her tongue into her little golden pet’s mouth, her tongue entwined with Susan’s as the brothel’s Madame dominate the girl and took what she wanted from the naïve young beauty. Once more Miriam let her domineering kiss lingered and deepened until they shared but a single breath. Miriam’s fingers were not idle as she seductively worked her fingers in and out of Susan’s grasping pussy, exploring its moist smooth perfection until ebony beauty found that little rough spot that she new would be Susan Applegate’s undoing. The Madame’s Fingers fluttered over that sweet spot as Miriam cooed,

“If you come without permission dhahabu mtoto I must punish you my sweet girl. Beg me, beg your Mistress to let you cum!”
 
My precious dhahabu mtoto, my golden child, what you desire is no import here, only my desires matter.

And with that the woman placed her lips against Susan sex, sucking seductively. Other than when this woman had licked her during the auction, she had never had a woman even approach her like that. And now the woman was again doing such disturbing thing to her, things that Master had done to her. And when she could feel the desire well up inside her, she knew that she needed ask. Ask to cum. She blushed at such.

May I pleas cum Mistress

So now it was no longer Master but Mistress. The woman nipped her sex again and Susan groaned as the woman continued up her body, even stopping to suck and nip her nipples. Her body ached, her skin still burned. She licked her lips and swallowed hard, trying to keep her head. Her brain kept trying to cloud and soon the woman was face to face with her. She smelled of spices, foreign and exotic.

Taste your sweetness precious dhahabu mtoto.

Suddenly the dark woman kissed her. On the lips! Her brain fought to comprehend what was happening, the dark woman's tongue licking her lips. The taste was strange. Was that her that she tasted? Her own self? Suddenly fingers drove up into that void between her legs. She gasped and the woman slipped her tongue into Susan's mouth, wrapping her tongue around Susan's. The fingers inside her seemed to be questing as she tried to wrap her head around that the person who now owned her ran a brothel. She wanted to cry. So the man that had raped her ass had paid to do so. And anyone could buy her for a night. She had truly fallen from reporter to whore.

The woman kissing her moved her fingers up inside her sex and suddenly hit something in her moist dark recesses. Susan tried to gasp, but the lips locked on hers wouldn't let it happen. She arched and writhed as she shook. She didn't want it and yet, her body craved what possibly this woman could give her, no matter how wrong this was.

Once again the woman exerted her dominance over Susan and she tried to keep herself together.

If you come without permission dhahabu mtoto I must punish you my sweet girl. Beg me, beg your Mistress to let you cum!

She shook, barely able to speak. Her nipples were hard like bullets, her breast heavy with desire. The sound that passed her lips was breathy and full of need, passion dripping from each word.

"Please, Mistress, may I cum? Please Mistress?" She was crying, the drug pulling strings deep inside her. She had been pumped so full of it for so long that her body accepted it. The fingers inside her kept strumming a special spot, her internal muscles gripping those digits.
 
Miriam smiled as she toyed with the young golden beauty she could almost read the pious young beauty’s mind as Susan could taste herself in Miriam’s kiss. As she blushed in shame at the way her body was responding to this domineering ebony beauty. To respond to a man as one thing, at least it was natural, but to sexually respond to another woman that was forbidden, that was sinful. The Madame of the and proprietor of The Mathmos fingers found and that sweet spot within her hapless young victim’s delicious little pussy and fluttered over that excusive spot driving Susan to the brink of the abyss that once more threatened to consume her. The hapless young beauty dimly heard her Mistress’s warning not to cum unless she was granted permission. It must have seemed like an eternity before Miriam finally relented as she sensually cooed,

“You may cum now my sweet dhahabu mtoto , my sweet little golden lover.”

Miriam’s lips fleetingly brushed Susan’s, sweet little teasing sensual kisses, her mistresses lips barely caressing the golden beauty’s as Susan came hard for her. It would be so easy for Miriam to simply take what she wanted from the naïve and innocent western beauty, to force Susan to please her with her innocent young mouth, that would come in time. What the brothel’s owner knew all too well was that Susan Applegate was confused and alone and she needed a safe harbor and Miriam would be that safe haven, for now.

Susan’s gorgeous young body was shimmering in fine sheen of sweat as Miriam gathered the young beauty into her arms, as a bother gathers her child into hers. The ebony beauty brushed Susan’s matted golden hair from her angelic face and softly kissed the girl’s forehead.

“You please me dhahabu mtoto now rest my golden girl.”

Miriam nestled Susan’s head to her breast.

“Rest now my sweet pet.”

Suddenly a random thought came to Miriam. This girl seemed so very young and innocent and she doubted she was nineteen or twenty.

“Miss Applegate how old are you really?”

Before Susan could answer the Mathmos’ Madame placed a single finger on Susan’s lips stilling her reply.

“The truth dhahabu mtoto .”

Miriam finger slipped from the girl’s moist ripe lips and gave Susan a hug and kissed the crown of her head.
 
You may cum now my sweet dhahabu mtoto , my sweet little golden lover.

The words she had so needed to hear finally floated through the air. She was unaware that the woman kissed her, or was even there. Susan shook, a guttural scream escaped her lips as her sex tightly clenched those fingers plucking her strings, with a sudden rush of creamy passion coating the hand pressed against her slit. The woman fingers were now sticky from Susan's release and she could not seem to stop her twitches. Her skin flushed bright red, the voice of desire echoing from deep inside her as she clenched her fists. Panting hard, her breath caught in her chest with her nipples thrust upward.

The woman soothed her, gathering her in her arms. So now she was owned by a woman? And was now in a brothel. She prayed to God that no one should ever find her. The shame of it all. Her senses momentarily blurred as the woman held her in her arms, stroking Susan's damp forehead.

You please me dhahabu mtoto now rest my golden girl. Rest now my sweet pet.

Susan was suddenly tired. It was stressful being made "love" to by a woman. This was not right! But then, she had been raped in the ass! She had been bought and sold and lost her virginity to rape by that foreign man. This was truly the "dark continent", where all manner of perversion happened.

She gave a shiver. The black woman, nude, held a nude Susan to her as a man to his lover. Susan knew that it would be useless to struggle, to fight, for she was outnumbered. And despite knowing that this was wrong, her body, tired as it was, seemed to crave this touch, hungered for it. What had happened. Even when the man had raped her ass, once she relaxed she found her body derived some weird pleasure from it.

Miss Applegate how old are you really?

She started to answer but the woman stopped her with her finger against Susan's lips.

The truth dhahabu mtoto .

"I no longer know. I have lost track of time. But I had just turned 18 when I got the job at the newspaper. And I worked there for a month before coming to Africa."

She didn't know if the woman was happy or feeling sorry for her as her mistress (?) hugged her, kissing the top of her head.

"I'm not even sure where I am. Or what the date is. Or why this has happened to me. Or who that man was that raped me." She whispered the next words. "In my bottom." She didn't say, but she worried that the man that had her before - Master - may had gotten her pregnant. What would she do? The shame of it all.

She didn't mention all that to the woman, but would save it for tomorrow. Susan's eyelids felt heavy and she longed to sleep. And as she drifted off to sleep, her body quivered from the drug that tried to keep its tenacious hold on her. She had been filled so full of it that even her pored seemed stuffed with it.
 
“ Miss Applegate how old are you really?”

She started to answer but the woman stopped her with her finger against Susan's lips.

The truth dhahabu mtoto .

"I no longer know. I have lost track of time. But I had just turned 18 when I got the job at the newspaper. And I worked there for a month before coming to Africa."

Miriam looked critically at her little lover as she blushed crimson and continued in a soft little voice as her headed rested on her Mistress’s breast.

"I'm not even sure where I am. Or what the date is. Or why this has happened to me. Or who that man was that raped me……..in my bottom."

Yawned as she answered the question, her eyes lids slowly fluttered close as her Mistress kissed each of Susan’s eyes lids.

“Hush now precious,……..rest……..tomorrow is another day.”

Miriam let her little golden beauty rest and recover from her last client until once more Susan’s skin was soft and flawless once more. Susan’s days were spent in the arms of her Mistress. The pleasures that the ebony beauty brought to the young innocent, had Susan arching her gorgeous young body arching to that seductive mouth, tongue and teeth and brought Susan the most forbidden and sinful pleasure. It was now time that Susan please her mistress as Miriam had pleased her. She drew Susan to her till she was astride of her angelic face just above Miriam’s own needy pussy, and Susan’s sweet pussy above the dominatrix’s face.

“Please me as I have pleased you Miss Applegate!”

Miriam’s thumbs spread Susan’s soft moist coral pink labia, her tongue sliding along the girl’s moist folds. Once more Miriam began to devourer Susan’s delicious young pussy. As the young innocent hesitated Miriam ceased pleasing Susan.

“I have no desire to punish you dhahabu mtoto.”

The ebony dominatrix warned her lily white little concubine.
 
Rest finally came to Susan. Not a rest like Susan was used to back in Four Corners. That life had become more like an ancient dream, and occasionally Susan began to wonder if it had ever really happened. Back where life was innocent, and sex was a dirty word whispered.

Susan knew not the woman name, other than she was to call her 'Mistress'. And now Susan had acquired a new name - dhahabu mtoto - and though she knew not what it meant, she knew that it was now her name. Which was probably for the best. She really would not want to be discovered any more. All she knew was that other than to bathe or relieve herself, she was expected to sleep with Mistress. The woman seemed to spend her free time making love to Susan. Frequently she would blush at just how intimate the woman would get with Susan's body. She seemed to have no problem with licking and sucking Susan's body. And sticking her finger inside Susan's orifices. At first, the buzz that seemed to always be in her body had her not realizing exactly what was happening. Or not caring. In fact, she was not exactly sure how many days passed. Or maybe it was hours. She would be awaken by Mistress climbing into bed and licking Susan's body, sucking and nipping her nipples and pressing her mouth to Susan's sex. Every time it was different, whether it would be her tongue or lips or fingers or and combination of the above. Each time the buzz would be less and less and after the woman would leave her, she would hate herself for her weakness and resolve that next time she would resist. Next time she would say no.

She never knew where Mistress went when she left, and no other men had sex with her. She thought that Mistress had said something about how she would have to do whatever men paid to do to her, but that conversation was kind of hazy in her mind.

Then one day, Mistress arrived in the room. Since the day of her arrival here, she had not been allowed to dress, and as usual, Mistress arrived in the room naked. Stretching out on the bed, Mistress pulled her down until Susan's face was near the woman crotch and Susan's crotch was above Mistress's face.

Please me as I have pleased you Miss Applegate!

Mistress began her usual licking and sucking of Susan's sex, but Susan hesitated, shocked. The next words that Mistress spoke told Susan that the woman would not tolerate disobedience.

I have no desire to punish you dhahabu mtoto.

Susan hesitated again. Now she wished for that buzz where she was in a fog and knew not what she did. But not this. Please not this.

"Please Mistress, please no more."
 
Miriam had kept Susan from the client’s that nightly frequented Mathmos and used the other girls long into the night. The brothel’s Madame was delighted as Susan Applegate shyly confessed that she had just turned eighteen, a shame this stunning young creature wasn’t year or two younger, she could then have demanded more for her, as the men that frequented the brothel paid more for youth and innocence. For the time Miriam was content with continuing the young golden beauty’s seduction. Miriam loved each little moan and gasp of unwanted pleasure that bubbled from Susan’s moist ripe lips.

Over the next two weeks Miriam weaned Susan from the powerful aphrodisiac that Graziani had drugged the golden beauty with. The madam fed Susan just enough of the drug to keep her gorgeous young body easily aroused and hungering for carnal attention. Then Miriam demanded that Susan Now please her as she had pleased Susan time and again. Miriam had straddled Susan her moist hot breath bathing the girl’s naked pussy while her own ebony pussy was just above Susan’s virgin mouth.

“I have no desire to punish you dhahabu mtoto.”

Miriam breathed as she continued to feast on Susan’s succulent young pussy. The innocent young girl from Four Corners Iowa hesitated, as she tried desperately to avoid what her Mistress was demanding of her.

"Please Mistress, please no more."

“Do you wish me to punish Miss Applegate?”

Miriam teeth nipped at Susan’s clit then gripped it between her teeth and inhaled deeply drawing a cool stream of air over that aroused feverous little pearl of passion. The brothel’s Madame gave the hapless young innocent jut a taste of pleasure.

“I can also bring you pain Miss Applegate.”

Miriam dark ebony hands slid down the sensual curves of Susan’s thighs, shimmering darkness against soft snow white flawless skin to caress the young golden beauty’s firm supple thighs. Then suddenly without warning Miriam dug her nails into Susan’s soft velvet inner thighs until the winsome beauty gasped in shock at the mild pain that her Mistress inflicted on her a pointed reminder that pain or pleasure could be Susan's

“The choice is your Miss Applegate Pain or Pleasure the decision is yours dhahabu mtoto!”

Miriam made it clear that she would no longer take NO for answer from her little golden treasure.
 
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Do you wish me to punish Miss Applegate?

Punishment? No, she didn't want punishment. The dark woman did something to Susan that caused her to shiver with desire. How could the woman do this to her. This pleasure. This was something unnatural. This was something wrong. And yet she couldn't still couldn't stop what the woman was doing to her. And now Mistress expected her to do the same to her. And if she didn't...

I can also bring you pain Miss Applegate.

Those dark hands were a study in contrast against Susan's pale thighs, white and soft. Sharp fingernails dug into the skin and Susan gasped as the woman left 10 half moons in the tender skin. Quick tears sprang to her eyes and she nodded.

The choice is your Miss Applegate Pain or Pleasure the decision is yours dhahabu mtoto!

"Yes ma'am, Mistress."

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. With shaky fingers she reached up, the woman's slit inches from her face. She used her thumbs to part the pink opening. She really did not know what she was looking at, though the equipment twas the same as hers. And despite having had sexual relations with both men and woman, she really did not know the parts of the female sex.

Perhaps she should try through trial and error. With tentative motion, she stretched out her tongue. She was reminded that she had been forced to do the same thing to her previous Master, to take his manhood in her mouth and suck and tongue him until he had shot his seed down her throat.

As she got closer, there was a different scent. With Master, it was the smell, heavy and masculine, of musk. But this was of strange spices, all new to her. She saw a small opening and a larger one from which she noted was a bit of cream. Above the smaller hole was a little nub. Best to jump in and do something, whether it was wrong or not. Surely she would not be punished for at least trying.

With her tongue she started with the nub, licking all the way up, or down, depending upon how you looked at it. She supposed that there was no real finesse to what she did, but at least she felt that she had covered the bases. The taste was not too bad. It was different, and was something that she could probably handle.

Mistress was doing something delightful and she supposed if she wanted to please the woman, which she did want to. She decided that if Mistress would show her, she would do her best.

"Mistress, which is the part that gives you most pleasure? I want to please you as you have been so nice to me."

She looked at that little nubbin and ran her tongue in a tight circle around it. Just doing that seemed to make it grow. She did it again, wondering just how big it would get. She must have one too, though it was actually news to her. The small hole must be a pee hole so she bypassed it. Obviously the bigger hole was her fuck hole, as she her one of Master's servants call it. Rather crude, but definitely able to accommodate a man's cock.

That's not to say that Mistress was ignoring Susan during this time. Some of what Mistress did would briefly cause Susan to stop and enjoy her ministrations, until the dark woman would remind Susan that she had a job to do. What she was doing, and having done to her, should not be pleasurable. But it was. At least her skin no longer buzzed and her brain rarely felt fuzzy. Perhaps she was getting used to the food though she had yet to recognize one dish that was fed to her. With strange spices and strange colors for food, she just ate whatever appeared on a plate for her.

She started trying to imitate what Mistress was doing though she was sure that she did not do it with the expertise and grace that Mistress had. And when she could not figure out how the woman did it, she would fall back to just licking Mistress' sex.
 
”The choice is your Miss Applegate Pain or Pleasure the decision is yours dhahabu mtoto!”

"Yes ma'am, Mistress."

Susan meekly replied. Miriam let her nails sensually sensual scrape up Susan’s thighs as the young golden beauty continued to hesitate. Then the ebony dominatrix gasp at the first tentative touch of Susan’s lettle pink tongue. A sensual little moan escaped her mistress’s lips as the innocent young girl took her first hesitant step in to her lesbian affair in pleasing her Mistress.

“Yes My sweet dove!”

Miriam gasped as Susan’s tongue licked at her mistress’s clit. Her own head lowered once more to feast on her golden little pet’s delicious sweet pussy. The brothel’s Madame pressed her own pussy to Susan’s shy little tongue. Miriam began to teach her little pet how to please her by example.

“Just do as I do dhahabu mtoto.”

Miriam’s voice was a breathy aroused whisper, her hot moist breath washing over Susan’s naked little pussy then her tongue darted into the girl’s chaste young body to explore her tight little pussy and that sweet spot that would drive Susan crazy with desire. Miriam denied Susan the pleasure that her gorgeous young body now hungered for until Susan had pleased her.

That shy little hesitant tongue soon had Miriam panting and gasping with her own growing arousal. Susan’s naïve innocent attempts to please her, Miriam found quite sensually seductive. The ebony beauty came hard as Susan’s innocent little pink tongue pushed her over the edge of the abyss, her dark ebony body shivering with the intensity of her orgasm. Her sweet dewy nectar washed over Susan’s moist ripe lips, as she truly tasted her mistress for the first time. In turn Miriam granted Susan a soul searing orgasm.

It was past midnight when brothel’s Madame gathered her spent and exhausted little golden pet into her arms, resting her honey blonde head on her breast.

“You please me greatly dhahabu mtoto!”

Miriam kissed the crown of Susan’s head. As the exhausted young beauty feel asleep on her mistress breast.

Miriam smiled as she looked forward to training Susan how to please her. For a few more weeks she would enjoy the girl’s innocent charms, binding Susan to her, to her will, before putting her back to work in the brothel. Already the word had spread of the rare beauty at the Mathmos , the dhahabu mtoto, the gold child, a rare western beauty that could be theirs for a price, a very high price, that would be demanded for Susan’s sexual favors. As Susan Applegate eyes fluttered close her Mistress contemplated how she would dress Susan to get the most money for her each evening. But for now Miss Susan Applegate would become her reluctant lover. Miriam smiled at the thought of the girl’s continuing seduction.
 
Her Mistress spent many hours teaching Susan just how to bring her Mistress to an orgasm. And even though she did not want to, she soon became an active participant to the sexual training. When she did good, Mistress would reward her with sex that would make her forget that it was a woman that she slept with. And though her skin no longer buzzed, she did find that in the long run, she could not resist her Mistress.

Mistress seemed surprised that Susan really did not know that much about her own body, in particular her sex. She also spent some time explaining about male sex organs, which explained some of the things that had happened when she had been owned by that man. She still did not know exactly where in Africa she was. Perhaps Mistress was afraid that she would try to escape, so soon Susan gave up asking and just accepted that she was lost somewhere in the world.

Mistress would spend what seemed to be hours with Susan as they would lick and suck each other. She managed to avoid any more threats of pain, and just focused of receiving and giving pleasure. At the time, her arms were wrapped around the thighs of her Mistress as she slowly drove her tongue up into the wet hole in front of her. She still had not quite mastered the clit between her teeth, but it was just a matter of time. She did find that she was talented in other areas.

Even though she now was owned by a brothel owner, and lived in a brothel, the only person other than Mistress that she had had sex with was the man that had raped her ass. So maybe as long as she kept Mistress happy, perhaps she wouldn't have to sleep with anyone else. Perhaps Mistress had used the man to teach her just what could happen to her. Every time that Mistress entered the bedroom, Susan worked hard to please the woman, to make her happy.
 
Miriam savored each of Susan’s little surrenders. There was no doubt in the dominatrix’s mind that this shy little innocent was uncomfortable at becoming her lover. That it was sinful, forbidden and yet she yielded to her Mistress’s desires and became her reluctant yet very pleasing lover. Every time that Susan came for Miriam it pleased her yet not as much as when Susan’s shy little pink tongue brought the demanding dominatrix to a shattering orgasm. Slowly Susan learned how to passionately kiss her Mistress her tongue dancing with Mistress’s. How to explore the sensual contours of Miriam’s breast with light little butterfly kiss, suckling Mistress’s nipples to diamond hard peaked nubs, before Susan sought the seat of Miriam’s passion as her head dipped between her Mistress’s thighs. Miriam knew that Susan’s pleasing efforts to be a Good Little Girl was not so much born of love, as fear of punishment, or being sold to men for the night.

Susan’s life of protection in Miriam’s arms and bed came to an end one day when the brothel’s Madame told her.

“To night you will dress in your most conservative western clothing and you shall wear these.”

The dominatrix handed Susan a scandalous pair of Persian negligee, a bra that barely would cover the girl’s nipples and a pair of panties that were little more than a scrape of translucent lace that would do little to hide Susan’s sexual charms as much as draw the viewer’s eyes to them.

“I have several clients that have expressed a desire to enjoy you for the evening.”

Miriam smiled to herself as Susan blushed, the girl most probably believed that she would be entertaining a single client. The brothel’s Madame looked forward to the innocent shy young golden beauty discovered the truth of what would be demanded of her this night.


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The camel drivers and the merchants of the caravans had gathered at the Mathmos. Most had claimed the dark beauty they desired for the night and paid the price that Miriam demanded for the girl. A selected group of four Ethiopian Merchants sat drinking Coffee,
“Gentlemen as I promised something special.”

Miriam clapped her hands, calling Susan to her. All eyes turned as the young honey blonde western beauty entered.

“Gentlemen dhahabu mtoto.”
 
Time had lost any meaning to Susan. She never saw daylight nor night. Therefore, her skin remained soft and pale. She no longer knew what time of the day it was nor what time of the year it was. She was someone kept in a sexual bubble. She heard people people come and go but never saw anyone other than Mistress or the odd servant delivering a meal. She worked hard to please her Mistress, to learn just what would please the woman.

That was why it was a shock when, as Susan looked up from between her Mistress' thighs with her lips covered with the dark woman's dew, Mistress told her,

To night you will dress in your most conservative western clothing and you shall wear these. I have several clients that have expressed a desire to enjoy you for the evening.

Mistress rose and crossed to a chest. Susan was given a scanty pair of bra and panties, decorated with lace and totally sheer. The young girl blushed, as Mistress kissed her and slipped on a wrap before pointing her towards a corner where she found her suitcase and then leaving Susan alone with her memories.

She had thought this lost and she opened it, crying. It was like a time capsule. Inside was the life that she had left behind. Her life in Four Corners. Her life a whole world away. She knew thing now that she never knew existed.

Susan cleaned herself up and put on the scandalous undies. The dress she pulled out had always looked good on her - a blue and white gingham dress, with a fitted bodice and full skirt. Her hair had grown longer and Susan brushed her hair until it shone before putting on the blue headband. Her hair tumbled down her back like spun gold.

Soon, two of the guards came and motioned to Susan to follow. She felt so small and out of place between the two huge guards. She was nervous as it had been a while since she had been with a man. She hoped that this man would be more like Master than the man that had whipped her before raping her ass.

Susan heard Mistress clap her hand and Susan entered, looking more like Alice in Wonderland than the whore that she had become. Four dark men sat around a table drinking as Mistress introduced her.

Gentlemen dhahabu mtoto.

She felt their eyes on her, and she wondered which one was she supposed to entertain. She could feel the silk underwear rubbing against her sex, brushing against her nipples.
 
”Ah dhahabu mtoto, the golden child.”

One of the four merchants commented, a dark bronze Arab. He rose and lifted Susan’s chin with a single finger.

”You are quite stunning my dear,…………..Miss Applegate……….is it?”

As the man held Susan captive in his gaze her chin balanced on his finger, when another of the merchants rose, an ebony giant, his body pressed to Susan’s his hand slid across the firm curve of the girl’s ass gave that firm flesh a pinch and squeezed that delicious firm little derrière through her prim and proper little blue and white gingham dress. The young girl blushed as the third merchant stood and fondled Susan’s breasts through her gingham dress.

“We shall take her for the night Miriam. A £1000.00 you said Madame Miriam.”

Susan found herself being lifted up on their shoulders, one of her heels slipped from her foot as they carried the hapless young golden beauty from the lounge portion of the brothel, up the stairs of the Mathmos. Susan Applegate soon found herself the center of a circle as the four men began to remove their clothing.

“Strip Miss Applegate and please us.”

It was becoming quite apparent that they expected that she sexually satisfy them all.
 
Ah dhahabu mtoto, the golden child. You are quite stunning my dear,…………..Miss Applegate……….is it?

A dark man dressed like a sheik of sorts walked over to her and lifted her face to look at him. Was this the man that Mistress wanted her to sleep with? Suddenly, someone else was pressing against her, with hands on her bottom. She blushed as she tried to see who it was but the first man would not let go of her chin. Then more hands played with her breast. She was confused as she felt her body began to get excited.

We shall take her for the night Miriam. A £1000.00 you said Madame Miriam.

We? Not all of them! And £1000? For her? Madam Miriam? Was that Mistress' name? This was confusing. She could not take care of 4 men. There was only one of her. Suddenly they lifted her up on their shoulders and carried her up the stairs like some weird football hero that just made the winning touchdown. Hands on her legs. Someone pinched her bottom. The warmth of their bodies could be felt through the dress, through their clothes. The room they carried her to was large and lush, with candles on the walls and a large bed draped in silks and satins. There was other things, made of wood and padding and metal. Manacles and chains. Things that reminded her of when she first arrived here and the giant had whipped her before raping her anus. She was scared, and yet deep inside her she could feel a hunger growing. The men surrounded her, stripping as their hungry eyes watched her.

Strip Miss Applegate and please us.

"Oh! Um. Oh!" She looked around, noting the men in various degrees of undress. The giant was very dark, as if he had been out all day in the hot sun. And when she saw his manhood, she gasped. She had never seen anything so large. She looked down at the floor, afraid and yet excited. She seemed to have lost one shoe and the one left slipped off easily. As she slid the blue and white dress down and stepped out of it, she heard a murmur of approval from them. She stood before the four men, the flimsy bra and the panties, showing more than it hid. The whispy material seemed to gently rub her nipples, their nubs becoming hard points. She licked her lips, looking around at the four men, naked and surrounding her. She had always been told what to do. But four men? How could one woman please four men? One at a time, she guessed.

"Who wishes to be first?" She was afraid to look at the giant, for it looked as if his penis should rip her in two. All four men appeared to be excited to be her with her, their manhoods in various stages of arousal. There was a smell in the air, of strange, exotic flowers mixed with desire.
 
"Oh! Um. Oh!".

Susan stammered and turn a bright shade of pink from the tip of her little button nose to the tips of her toes as she saw these men in various stages of undress as she slid the blue and white dress down her shapely young body and gracefully stepped out of it. Susan stood before the four men, in only her flimsy bra and the panties, showing more than it hid, designed to excite the men as Miriam had planed from the beginning. By the time that Susan had stepped out of her gingham dress the men were naked and their cocks were standing at ridged attention. Susan’s nipples were pebbled little peaks straining against the lace of her Persian bra. The tip of her little pink tongue seductively slid across the bow of her moist ripe lips. There was a quizzical look in Susan’s soft blue eyes as she softly asked,

"Who wishes to be first?"

The men gave a lecherous laugh and seemed to share a joke among themselves. The huge ebony man reached out and ripped Susan’s bra from her in one swift motion.

“You will not be needing this Miss Applegate.”

As he spoke another man ripped her panties from Susan. The young honey golden blonde beauty found herself in the powerful arms of that ebony giant, falling, being drawn down astride of him. He lifted Susan as if she were as light as a feather and position over his huge cock. He let Susan’s own weight slowly impale her tight little pussy on his monstrous cock. Thumbs were spreading the firm cheeks of the young blonde’s ass, a thrust and the head of the man’s cock claimed her puckered ass. The scream that bubbled from the trapped young beauty’s moist ripe lips as a third man’s fingers curly entwined in Susan’s soft golden hair as she found her sweet mouth filled with his cock.

Susan Applegate found herself doubly impaled, sea-sawed between the men that had claimed her pussy and ass while the third man fucked her angelic face. The fourth man smiled as he watched his friends take and torment the young western beauty. He took a flogger,

CRACK

The flogger’s supple leathery tongues curled around Susan’s torso to lick at her taunt rosebud nipples.
 
Things happened fast. Suddenly the giant black man ripped the bra off her body while someone from behind her tore her panties off. Before she could even gasp, the giant grabbed hold of her as he seemed to fall back among the pillows that dotted the floor. He held her aloft in his hands and placed her so that the tip of his giant cock was pressed against her wet slit and released her. Gravity and her own weight served against her as the huge cock worked its way into her, stretching her more than she had been stretched before.

When he was only halfway into her, a hand pushed on her back and she fell into the giant's arms. She tried to get back up but suddenly her butt cheeks were being spread and she feared what was about to happen. One of the men thrusted his cock into her anus, stretching the puckered hole as he began to plunder that dark hole.

She closed her eyes and threw her head back to scream but the sound was suddenly muffled as a third man, gripping her golden hair in his hands, filled her mouth with his cock, it's tip repeatedly filling her throat before almost leaving her mouth.

There was almost a wave action happening, each man seemingly intent on fucking Susan as hard and deep as possible. Suddenly she jerked as a stinging sensation happened on her side and breast and nipple. She wanted to scream and cry out but as that was impossible, she tried to accept was was being done, feeling as if she were being torn asunder. The fucking that was happening in her ass seemed to rub against the giant's cock as it was thrust up deep into her, the thin skin between the two cocks firing off pleasure in an attempt to override the pain she was feeling.

The cock in her mouth began to taste salty and Susan realize it was her own tears that were running down her cheeks to wet the member being thrust down her throat. She looked up to find a swarthy man grinning as he used her hair as a handle. Each thrust would push her nose against the pubic hairs at the base of his cock, her button nose filled with the scent of him.

She was unaware of the fourth man and what he did as the whip left its mark over and over again on her skin. It burned a fire deep in her, as slowly her body stopped fighting and began to accept what was being done to her. She had to accept, for there was no way to fight. She had to accept, for perhaps this was where she belonged, whether she had realized it or not. Each whip of the lash would cause her body to tense, her sex to squeeze the giant cock, her ass to squeeze the cock that plundered it, her mouth to moan and vibrate on the cock that filled it. Each man seemed to work for himself and each other, and Susan job was apparently to be there, to be a receptacle for them. And they had her for all night? Just what had been planned for her?
 
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