East Africa

Susan was caught between three of the Africans as they fucked and enjoyed her gorgeous young body. Their ebony and bronze skin in dark contrast to Susan’s pale creamy ivory skin. The African fucking Susan’s tight little ass balls slapped her stretched labia as the ebony giant plowed in to her pussy. She gagged as the man that fucked Susan’s angelic face was only concern with his pleasure as his fingers curled every tighter in her honey blonde hair. The first to cum was the man buried to the hilt in her ass, yet he kept pounding into Susan’s abused anus. The next was the man buried in her tight curly stretched pussy. The last was the man that had claimed her sweet mouth and throat. He held Susan with her button nose pressed to his wiry groin as he came flooding the hapless western beauty’s mouth and throat. Their cock’s now only semi erect continued to defile the young golden beauty until her gorgeous young body trembled, buck and thrashed in dark ecstasy as she came for them.

The Man that wheeled the flogger continued to whip Susan as she came for them, he made sure the sinuous leather tongues curled around Susan’s torso licking and biting her throbbing taunt nipples. All but one, the man that wheel the whip had taken there pleasure from Susan’s supple young body. The men that had sampled the young girl’s charms now pulled from her defiled body. They left the young western beauty trembling on the floor prostrate at their feet exhausted from the curly use they had put her through. The man that had whipped her looped the flogger around Susan’s neck, drew her to her hands and knees, then ordered her to Display. He waited until Susan came to her knees her hands at the nape of her neck, and elbows out.

“What am I to do with you Miss Applegate? How shall I enjoy that stunning young body’s of yours my sweet girl.”

There was a dark sensual look in his eyes ,which could make the receiver of that gaze, blood run cold.
 
She felt them, one at a time, fill her full of their seed. And yet they continued to fuck her as her body was tossed between the three. Still her body flinched, as she felt the sting on her back, her sides, her breast, her body twitched, smelling the sex, hearing the men grunt and groan as they pressed on until her body jerked as she came. She joined the men in her degradation as one by one they pulled out of her body until all that was left was the fourth man, the man with the whip. She could feel their cum ooze from all three orafices, her asshole sore as cum slid from it, her pussy stretched and full of cum, seed and saliva wet her chin.

The fourth man looped the whip around her neck and drew her up, telling her to display herself. Her training from her original master kicked in and she displayed herself, the floor becoming slick with everything that leaked from her body.

What am I to do with you Miss Applegate? How shall I enjoy that stunning young body’s of yours my sweet girl.

She didn't dare answer. The look he gave her sent fear through her. This was a man of pain. The saving grace was that she knew that Mistress would not let them kill her. She was worth more alive than dead. Though she suspected by dawn she would wish she were dead.
 
Fissile drank in the fear he saw in the little golden beauty’s stunning azure blue eyes. He was quite impress as Susan quickly came to the position of display her young firm breast thrust up and out as if an offering to him, and her eyes demurely lower.

“What am I to do with you Miss Applegate? How shall I enjoy that stunning young body’s of yours my sweet girl?”

Fissile lifted Susan’s chin with the loop of the flogger, his gaze dark, unsettling as he let his eyes boldly rove over the naked western beauty’s gorgeous young body.

“Perhaps some jewelry Miss Applegate?”

As Fissile spoke his hands cupped the kneeling beauty’s firm young breasts, his thumb rolled her pale pink, rosebud nipples until they were taunt peaked taunt little nubs crowning her puffy dusky pink areolas. With a barely perceptible node Susan felt two hands on her shoulders as Fissile held out his hand. Another man dropped a shimmering pair of what appeared to be ear rings into Fissile outstretched hand. A wicked smile bowed his lips as he knelt before Susan, his dark gaze holding her stunning blue eyes captive.

“So perfect, so flawless……..”

Again his thumb caressed Susan’s sensitive nipples. The without warning, Susan discovered that the objects were not ear rings, but something quite different. Fissile clamped Susan’s right nipple, a sharp pinch, as she gasped in shock, he clamped her left nipple. He then kissed each clamped nipple. Fissile held two large pearls before Susan’s tear shimmering eyes.

“……….A final touch Miss Applegate!”

Fissile hung a large pearl from each of her nipple clamps, and the commanded Susan’s to get to her hands and knees. He smiled as the trapped young golden beauty did as she was commanded, The pearls and nipple clamps tugging at Susan’s sensitive nipples as Fissile step between Susan’s soft pale velvet thighs.

“Which of your sweet charms shall I sample first?”

As he spoke his finger slid along the length of the hapless young beauty’s labia.

“Perhaps your tight little pussy Miss Applegate?”

Fissile’s fingers slipped from those moist lips to worm deep within her defiled anus.

“Or the tight charms of your ass Miss Applegate.”

Fissile let Susan anticipate just which of her charms he would take.

“Do you have a preference Miss Applegate?”

Fissile taunted the hapless young beauty.
 
She was scared. Really scared. She felt as it she had been thrown in the ocean and was expected to swim to shore. Being fucked by 3 men at once? She had not known that something like that was possible, and now the fourth man wanted to use her. How? The look in his eyes scared her. He liked pain. And she didn't like pain. She looked down, afraid of him. Afraid to move unless he told her she could.

What am I to do with you Miss Applegate? How shall I enjoy that stunning young body’s of yours my sweet girl?

He made her look at him, that whip under her chin.

Perhaps some jewelry Miss Applegate?

She did know why those words made her blood run cold. Hot fingers cupped her breast, already sore and showing red lines from that thing in his hands. He pinched and pulled in her nipples until the pale areolas were rosy, and she bit her lip to stifle the groan that threatened to leave her lips. Strong hands clamped down on her shoulders as the man taunting her held out his hand. It looked like earrings...

So perfect, so flawless……..

The sudden pain, though expected, still caught her off guard and she gave a cry as the pinch on both nipples bit into her skin. He had an evil smile as he bent to kiss each breast. Tears filled her eyes as the hands held her still. The man held out two large pearls. She feared what he planned to do.

……….A final touch Miss Applegate!

She gave a gasp as he hung them from those things clamped on her nipples before having her get on her hands and knees. Tears spilled from her eyes as each movement tugged on her tender breast. His hands reached between her legs to rub her slit, still wet from the giant's deposit in her.

Which of your sweet charms shall I sample first? Perhaps your tight little pussy Miss Applegate?

Then up to her sore anus, still open and oozing seed from another of the man, as his fingers dug deep in that dark place.

Or the tight charms of your ass Miss Applegate. Do you have a preference Miss Applegate?

She hung her head. It didn't matter. Her would do whatever he wished, as many times as he wished. After all, he had paid for her. And she no longer had any say in her life. She was just a plaything owned for the sole purpose of sex. As far as this man was concerned, she was there to be used for the night.

She wished that they would quit using her real name. If this was to be her life, she no longer wanted to be Susan Applegate.

She waited to see just what he would do. And survive.
 
Fissile could feel Susan’s fear, given voice by the little whimpers and gasps that bubbled from her moist ripe lips. Such a compliant little beauty this golden hair western beauty was as she came to her hands and knees and readied herself to please him with her gorgeous supple body. She did not act like any whore he had known, true she did not fight her fate, and yet she displayed none of the false bravado of Miriam’s other girls, they all knew there place. Yet this golden beauty had a sweet naive innocence to her and innocence that he longed to seduce, for he also saw that Susan had a fiery spirit, which once set lose would be most enjoyable.

“Which of your sweet charms shall I sample first? Perhaps your tight little pussy Miss Applegate? Or the tight charms of your ass Miss Applegate. Do you have a preference Miss Applegate?”

Fissile enjoyed taunting this golden flaxen beauty and knew after the lashing he had given her, and that he had clamped her nipples, that she expected only pain from him. Yet when he had given the choice of how he would use her Susan had remained silent as if she was steeling herself for agonizing pain. Yet it was not pain that Fissile had in mind for this golden infidel, no that would be too easy, too expected, so he chose a differed course of action one that would be more devastating.
Fissile touch was light, sensual as he came to Susan. Kisses as light as a butterfly’s wings traced sinuous column of her spine, his body molded to hers.

“You are an uncommon beauty Miss Applegate; your skin is flawless and as smooth as the finest velvet.”

His body was warm against Susan’s, his breath warm and moist at the nape of her neck. With each word he spoke, the stray hairs at the nape of Susan’s neck sensually danced in his breath. He slid his hands down the sensual curves of her torso, to encircle Susan’s trim little waist.

“So petite, so delicate, a girl that any man would give his soul to posses.”

The ridged line of his cock brushed Susan’s velvet inner thigh.

“I think you tight, sweet chaste Pussy Miss Applegate.”

He knew that the use of her name must cut as sharp as a knife, a reminder of who she was, and what she had become. Fissile slid the length of his cock along the girl’s labia, teasing her throbbing clit. When he entered Susan he was gentle, he took his time to arouse her gorgeous young body if not her pious young mind. His thrusts were powerful, even dominating of that gorgeous supple young body. Each thrust set her firm young breasts swaying, the pearls and clamps of her nipples, rather than causing pain seemed to tease, simulate, and arouse her sensitive nipples like a lover rolling lightly pinching and tugging at them. Slowly, steadily, Fissile seduced Susan treacherous young body. He was everything a young girl dreamed of in a lover and seldom found.
 
She was scared. Pain was still new to her and she fought not to scream in terror or try to fight her way out. There were too many, and she didn't stand a chance. She knew that he was teasing her. And she suspected that it could even be that these men enjoyed fucking an American, degrading her. They were successful in that aspect.

It was a surprise when he gently kissed her spine. Goosebumps rose on her skin as he seemed to wrap himself around her, the warmth of his skin seemingly welcome to her after what she had just been through.

You are an uncommon beauty Miss Applegate; your skin is flawless and as smooth as the finest velvet.[:i]

She gave a shiver, his breath teasing her neck. She had never thought of herself as beautiful. Back home, she was considered common. Fair skin blondes were a dime a dozen.

Hands skimmed her ribs, her waist. Light and delicate and yet warm, the man's hands were large enough to encircle her waist as she felt his cock run between her legs. Her nipples quivered with each movement and the pain had dulled a bit, yet she was still apprehensive to move very much.

So petite, so delicate, a girl that any man would give his soul to posses. I think you tight, sweet chaste Pussy Miss Applegate.

She closed her eyes at the use of her name. How she hated each time she heard it. His cock rub against her wet slit and she gasped as he slid deep inside her. His hips thrust into her, setting her breast swaying in time. He was somehow strong yet gentle as he fucked her and she closed her eyes and bit her lip. His body claimed hers and she began to accept if not meet his thrust. Without realizing what she did, with each jiggle of those things on her nipples, she would clench, internal muscles gripping at his cock.

She was surprised yet began to welcome him, with hips undulating as her breath became sporadic. It was as if she were a filly being ridden bareback. He seemed to move with her as she shivered.
 
“You are an uncommon beauty Miss Applegate; your skin is flawless and as smooth as the finest velvet……….. So petite, so delicate, a girl that any man would give his soul to posses. I think you tight, sweet chaste Pussy Miss Applegate.”

Fissile’s softly breathed sensual praise washed over Susan, his voice though soft held within it a power that wrapped around the young western beauty as much as his hands encircled her trim little waist. Those sensual, seductive words struck at what every young girl longed to here, even if she saw herself as nothing more than a Plain Jane. No one other than her Mistress had been gentle with her. The men she had been with used and abused her for their own amusement with no regard for her pleasure which had made it easy for Susan to isolate her stunning young body and its needs from her innocent, pious young mind. This man Fissile, struck her at her most vulnerable, as he claimed Susan’s delicious tight pussy. He was in fact the master of the innocent young western beauty’s gorgeous supple young body. He smiled at each little sensual gasp, each seductive little moan that escaped Susan’s moist ripe lips. Fissile was a master of seduction and he let his strong body to seduce Susan’s soft supple body. Slowly she subconsciously began to undulate her hips. With each of the young golden beauty’s little subconscious surrender his thrust into that tight pussy became more forceful, more demanding, and more dominating as he continued seduce her young mind and body. Soon Susan’s gorgeous young body was clearly welcoming him, her breathing became ragged and coming in short panting little gasps as Susan’s own arousal blossomed.

“ You are magnificent dhahabu mtoto.”

It was the first time he had used Susan’s Swahili title instead of Miss Applegate. In that moment in this man’s arms, Susan Applegate of Four Corners, Iowa, was no more and only Susan the dhahabu mtoto existed.

“Come to me my magnificent young beauty!”

Fissile commanded Susan as her released her from the nipple clamps, and from her past.
 
Her body began to accept his attentions, and her mind soon followed. Though his thrusts were hard and deep, there was something that she had yet to encounter from any of the men that had used her. To every one of them, she had been a receptacle, somewhere to jam their cocks in and rape her until they filled her up. To have their pleasure without any thought as to her and her needs. Not even her first Master had given her anything but that.

But suddenly, this man - this stranger with no name who had first whipped her and clamped her nipples - the man was giving her what she hungered and thirsted for. He was making love to her. Her body accepted as she gasped and moaned, sounds that had never passed her lips before to such degree. His body caressed hers, his lips kissing her body.

You are magnificent dhahabu mtoto.

And with that she began to accept this new life. She felt something building inside of her, this stranger bringing it out without her even realizing it.

Come to me my magnificent young beauty!

He removed the things on her nipples and she screamed as the blood rushed back into them. Her vaginal muscles tensed, so tight that his thrusts seemed to slow as she fought to keep from cumming without permission.

"Please sir, may I cum?" There was desire, there was a pleading, a breathless need that passed her lips as her body was a jumble of emotion, totally unaware of the other three men that watched them had just had their pleasure with her body. That the night was still young and she would be very tired and a lot wiser by the time that Mistress collected her.

"Please sir, may I cum?" Her voice more needy this time.
 
Miriam watch from hiding, the trial of Susan as the three men had taken and used her while the fourth had chastised her with the lash. The was a sensual cruelty as Fissile came to her little golden pet. Miriam was festinated as she watched Susan’s seduction. The way the man chose his words, the uses of Susan’s sir name Miss Applegate to the sudden change as he called her in a soft whisper dhahabu mtoto . Miriam was amazed at how her gorgeous little golden pet responded to that simple change of words.

“Come to me my magnificent young beauty!”

That simple command and his words of praise of her beauty had seemed to have Susan melting to his embrace and her body not only willingly accepting him but actively giving herself to Fissile, their bodies moving in unison until Susan softly asked,

"Please sir, may I cum?"

There was no mistaking the desire in the young western beauty’s voice. These were not merely spoken in shame and need, but dark sensual desire given voice.

"Please sir, may I cum?"

Susan’s voice was thick with both need and desire. Fissile body moved smoothly seductively with the young golden beauty.

“Dhahabu mtoto there is no need to ask my permission to cum simply embrace the pleasure my magnificent beauty!”

Miriam watched as Susan came for this man as she had never cum before. Yet even as Susan embraced the carnal pleasure he offered his body continued to move with this stunning young creature. He paused, drawing Susan up on her knees, his cock still buried deep in her chaste young body. He pressed the nipple clamps into her small delicate hand.

“It would please me if you were these for me dhahabu mtoto………..”

His voice dark seductive as it caressed Susan’s senses. Yet before she could refuse or grant his request he continued.


“………only if you desire…..”

Another momentary pause.

“……….only if you desire……..to please me.”

Miriam found herself leaning forward in her hiding place curious to see what her little golden pet would do.
 
Dhahabu mtoto there is no need to ask my permission to cum simply embrace the pleasure my magnificent beauty!

And with his words she lost control as she came with such a ferocity that a low growling scream issued from her lips. A sound that Susan had never heard before reverberated throughout the room, her body in the throes of such pleasure she had never known existed. She bucked and twitched as a sheen covered her body and sweet cream flowed from her to lubricate his cock. That channel that was accepting his manhood narrowed, tightening till it almost felt as if a virgin was beneath the man. Her breath caught in her throat as stars seemed to sparkle before her eyes.

And all the time the man fucked her, his body gentle yet demanding, and she accepted him. When he drew her up on her knees, she accepted him as his cock seemed to plow deep, deeper, deeper still, demanding she give herself to him. Completely.

The nipple things were cold and a bit heavy as her pressed them into her hand. And through it all, his rhythm of fucking her never slowed or faltered.

It would please me if you were these for me dhahabu mtoto………..………only if you desire…..……….only if you desire……..to please me.[/]

Their weight suddenly seemed heavier as she remembered the pain, the ...

Almost as if sleepwalking, she nodded as she placed one on the floor.

The bite of the clamp as it gripped her nipple shot pain through her and she gave a little cry as it took hold. Her hand shook a bit as it grabbed the other jewel and clamped it on the remaining nipple. The cry was a bit louder, and as he fucked her, her nipples bounced with each thrust. Her eyes were closed as she reached deep inside herself, trying to learn to embrace the pain.
 
Miriam could not believe her eyes, the submissive little nod of her head, Susan laid one of the nipple clamps before her on the floor, and then with a sensual little cried clamped her peaked and throbbing nipple. The brothel’s Madame knew of the young golden beauty’s fear of pain yet Susan picked up the second clamp with trembling fingers, a louder staggering cry bubbled from the stunning young golden beauty’s lips as she lovingly and obediently clamped her neglected nipple.

Fissile continued to fuck Susan’s deliciously tight little pussy, her firm young breasts, bouncing and swaying, the seductive clamps, pinching, tugging and pulling at those sensitive pale pink rosebud nipples as Susan’s rode his powerful thighs. His dark bronze hands cupped Susan’s breasts, his body molded to hers, his hot moist breath at the nape of her neck as stilled his cock buried deep in her chaste young body.

“You please me greatly Dhahabu mtoto, your beauty and gorgeous supple young body are stunning!”

His lips brushed the nape of Susan’s neck as he once more began fucking the young golden beauty. Fissile was a master of seduction and he played Susan’s body like a master. She was his little puppet and Susan danced to the tune he piped and the strings of her young heart and soul he so easily plucked as he ripped a series of cascading soul searing orgasms form his adorable little puppet. When Fissile finally did cum his white hot, scalding cum, filled Susan chaste welcoming body. He held the spent little beauty in his arms till her breathing steadied before he slipped from her gripping little pussy.

Another of the men came to Susan, his lips caressing and adoring her aroused young body.

“Come to me my magnificent young filly.”

Miriam watched to see if the exhausted little golden would accept and welcome this newest lover to her gorgeous young body.
 
He held her close to him, his heart beating against her back, the warmth of his skin heating her body. Lips softly kissed her nape, teeth scraped and nibbled on her shoulders. He was showing her the beautiful side of sex, his voice deep and hypnotic in her ear as he spoke to her, embraced her. Each thrust deep into her jostled her breast, the jewelry gripping each nipple shook and pinched and pulled until she thought she would scream. Until slowly the pain dissolved as she felt her body explode into a million pieces and scatter far and wide. She could actually feel his release into her, hot and scalding and full of power.

She was exhausted. She wanted nothing more than to go to bed and sleep for a long time. But a different voice called to her. He no sooner left her before yet another pair of lips caressed her body, another voice called to her.

Come to me my magnificent young filly.

She wanted to yell no, tell him to go away. But she did not want to disappoint her Mistress. She was surprised that this man that had fucked her earlier with such raw power now showed gentleness.

Closing her eyes, she bowed down lower, forehead touching the floor while presenting her fucked holes to him. There was no peace for now. She reached up to remove the clip on her nipples, the pleasure leaving and the pain starting to return.
 
Miriam watched as the man came to her and sensually took Susan into his arms. They had dominated her physically before used her as they pleased and Suisan had just taken it a hapless participant, only doing what her Mistress required of her. But now they came to Susan sensually, seductively, and began a darkly seduction of her innocent young mind and body dominating her fiery spirit and seducing Susan in becoming a very active participant. The brothel’s Madame watched as Susan removed the nipple clamps.

“Come to me my magnificent young filly.”

Miriam watched as Susan lowered herself on to her hands and knees, touched her forehead to the floor, presenting her tight little ass and delicious pussy to him once more the obedient but recusant little whore. The man’s dark ebony encircled Susan’s waist, his cock slid effortlessly into the golden beauty’s delicious little Pussy. Buried deep within her he drew Susan back up on her knees his chest pressed to her back.

Dhahabu mtoto, I asked you to come to me my magnificent young filly.”

He mildly chastised Susan as his lips brushed the nape of the young girl’s neck, sensual little kisses caressed Susan’s neck and shoulders. He like the last man began a cruel sweet and genteel seduction. His body moved with hers fanning the fires that Fissile had all ready enkindled in Susan. He had made no move to keep her from removing her nipple clamps but Miriam could see he was savoring her little pet’s gasp of pain that soon turned to a sensual moan as pain became pleasure. The Madame could see that Susan’s world had become a mixture of pain and pleasure till they mingled together into one overwhelming sensation that could sweep her away in a sensual tidal wave.

A second of the merchants came to Susan a silent spectra, he knelt before Susan, his head bent and he inhaled Susan taunt little rosebud nipple. His body moved with theirs, the three of them in unison, moving as if they were one, as his tongue flicked at the sensitive tip of Susan’s nipple. Miriam could see that they were flooding Susan’s gorgeous young body with powerful sensual and erotic sensations. It was if they were teaching this young innocent from Four Corners, Iowa, that merely be obedient and passive brought pain and sorrow. Whereas becoming an active participant, though it may bring a mild stinging pain, did bring unimagined carnal pleasure, which could sweep you away in a tidal wave of ecstasy.

When he had suckled Susan’s right nipple to a puckered peak he turned to her neglected nipple suckling it to a diamond hard peak. Before he let it slip from between his “O”ed lips with a seductive little pop. He stood before the kneeling western beauty as the man behind her seductively fucked Susan. The man’s ridge cock danced before the stunning young blonde’s eyes, it grazed the girl’s moist ripe lips, but he made no move to shove it between her lips. Miriam subconsciously leaned forward, mesmerized by the scene before her, and anxious to see what her little pet would do now.
 
She felt the dark man slip his cock deep into her sex, his arm around her waist as he pulled her upright, still buried in her. His chest rubbed against her back, heat from within. He fucked her, his deep voice in her ear.

Dhahabu mtoto, I asked you to come to me my magnificent young filly.

Now she understood. He wished her to ride him. Or him to ride her. This was the giant, stretching her pussy back out again to accept his large cock. She gave a little cry, his lips hot against her neck as the blood had rushed back into her nipples, the clamps forgotten on the floor. Like a kitten, she made little mewling sounds as his strong arm, very dark against her pale soft skin, held her upright against the tall man. She could feel his cock sliding in and out of her. She leaned her head back against him, the smell of sex heavy in the air.

Into her world, another man appeared. She lost track of which one this was. Lips caressed her nipple, still tender from the clips. She gave a gasp as he sucked the rosy nubs that were slowly trying to pale.

The man kept pace with the two of them - a trilogy of copulation - as he sucked on the other nipple and she again gasped, her vaginal muscles gripping at the cock she rode. His tongue thrummed against that tender nipple and she moaned.

Rising put his cock right in front of her, his gentle sway matching the rhythm of the fuck. It brushed against her lips: there was no mistaking what he wanted.

Her hand was small as she took hold of the cock bumping against her lips. There was a heartbeat running through it and she rubbed her cheek against it before kissing its tip. The push of being fucked from one end was starting to push her against the cock. Very slightly, she opened her lips, her breath soft and warm against that tip, as her tongue began to bathe that muscle growing in her mouth. Her hips undulating rode the large ebony cock as she slid the other man's cock deep inside her hot, moist mouth.

Perhaps this was what had lain deep inside her all the time. Something that she had no idea existed. Something she was destined to be. And if she embraced it, it was not rape. It was sex. It was now her life.

She hummed, eyes looking up into the face of the man whose cock filled her mouth. Delicate fingers massaged the sac that swung and the base of his cock, a look of pleasure on his face.
 
A wicked grin bowed Miriam’s lips as she watched Susan resist at first and then melt into the ebony giant’s arms. She threw her head back rested her golden head against his ebony chest and gasped as she moved with him as she let him fuck her. All semblance of the golden beauty’s resistance had disappeared when the second man came to join them. Miriam saw a fickler of renewed resistance as he knelt before Susan bent his head to her breast and nipple, that resistance soon melted as a sensual moan escaped the young western beauty’s moist ripe lips as they moved together, “A mange a Toris”, perhaps the beginning of an orgy and young Susan Applegate was the centerpiece.

When the man stood and the tip of his cock brushed Susan’s lips Miriam expected her adorable little pet baulk, and her resistance would once more flare. Yet instead Susan reached out and took that big bronze cock into her hand, she pressed a kiss to the tip of his cock, her lips parted, and “O”ed as she took him into the warmth and sweetness of her young mouth. Soon the three of them were moving together, Susan see-sawed between the two men, her tight little pussy was being well fucked for the third time that night, and for the second time that night she found a cock in her mouth. Miriam could not believe her eyes as Susan now seemed to eagerly suckle the man’s cock and fondled his balls.

The two men sensually seduced the innocent young golden beauty, drawing pleasure from her gorgeous young body, and giving the confused young beauty a pleasure she could never have imagined. It was then that the third man came to Susan; he took the golden young beauty’s free hand in his, gave it a little squeeze and drew her delicate fingers to his ridged cock. Once more Miriam found herself mesmerized by the scene unfolding before her eyes could would Susan accept a third lover.
 
This was still so new. When Master had bought her, he let her know that she was there for his pleasure. Then when Mistress obtained Susan, she gave pleasure to Susan and Mistress certainly expected to be pleasured. But Susan really did not enjoy sex with a woman. Mistress was kind and treated Susan the better than Master. But she didn't love the woman. Her life was such that she really had no say in what she did, or who she did.

So the cock fucking her at this moment was actually touching something inside her. His cock rubbed against inside - a special spot that seemed to make her shiver every time he slid in. With her mouth fill with another man's cock she thought that she had no more room for sex.

Then a third man approached, his cock looking angry and obviously in need of attention. As the three of them rocked back and forth as if choreographed, the third man joined, picking up their rhythm, taking her hand and putting it on his cock, showing her how he wanted to be handled. The precum wet her hand as the giant continued to fuck her. His body set the pace for how fast her mouth fucked the second man and how fast her hand fucked the third man. It became a sexual dance between four people, the air heavy, filled with their moans and groans and as she felt them pressing her towards a climax.
 
She was Magnificent! The way that she moved with the four men, Susan lost in the dark seductive sensation that these men offered her. Miriam saw the makings of a most desirable little whore so young so apparently innocent, a young beauty, that men would pay quite handsomely to defile. Vision of Susan’s chaste pale creamy ivory skin pressed to dark ebony, and bronzes bodies as they fucked her.

The man that was buried deep in Susan’s mouth and throat as he fucked her angelic face was the first to cum. His white hot, scalding cum gushing into the young honey blonde’s throat and mouth. Jet after jet of cum forced Susan to swallow time and again, her throat massaging and milking the man’s cock with each gulp she took. His lusty satisfied he bent his head and kissed the crown of Susan’s head as if she was a pleasing child.

“ You please me my spirited little Filly.”

Another kiss to the golden crown of Susan’s head and he pulled his cock from her mouth with a sensual little POP.

The next man to cum, was the man whose cock Susan was stroking with her dainty little hand. His cock jumped in her hand, the first gush splattered against Susan’s angelic face, the next splashed into her soft golden hair and then washed across her high proud breasts. His cum clung to Susan’s creamy ivory skin like living pearls, one shimmering droplet of cum clung to the girl’s taunt pale pink rosebud nipple.

The last man to cum was the man buried deep in her clutching pussy. He had denied himself until he had ripped a cascading series of soul searing orgasms from Susan until the hapless young beauty was lost in her own sinful ecstasy. Susan’s fertile young womb filled for the third time that night.

“Dhahabu mtoto you are the most beautiful and pleasing of women.”

A kiss caressed the bow of Susan’s neck as he let the exhausted young golden beauty slip from his cock. Susan was empty, so empty, after having been used, fucked and seduced for hours. As she laid there covered in one of her dark lovers cum,. Her mouth and throat aching from another’s fucking of her angelic face, and her well fucked pussy filled with a man’s potent seed. It was then that his voice came to her through the haze of Susan’s exhaustion, the voice of her true seducer.
“Dhahabu mtoto do you wish to please me again?”

His voice wrapped around Susan, caress her as none other had. Where his words a question, a command, or a seductively sensual invitation?
 
She was lost. She really was no longer Susan. Susan, that would have married the boy next door and had 2 children, a boy and a girl. She would have stayed home and baked cookies in the afternoon and been a member of the PTA.

Nor was she Susan, the ace reporter that went and sniffed out a story, writing such a scathing exposé that the Pulitzer was sure to be not far behind.

No. Susan was dead. Now she was Dhahabu Mtoto! Dhahabu! She must remember to ask Mistress what the word meant. Dhahabu Mtoto! The pale exotic in this dark land. Dhahabu Mtoto! She came from nowhere, heading everywhere.

With a groan, the man whose cock she sucked erupted as he filled her stomach with his creamy cum. She tasted its saltiness, the smell of the man's groin pungent in her nostrils. His pubic hair tickled her nose as he finally emptied himself in her mouth. He kissed the top of her head.

You please me my spirited little Filly.

He kissed the top of her head again before pulling his cock free of her mouth

Next was the cock in her hand, pearly white cum shooting out of the slit at the tip. Repeatedly it erupted from his cock, coming out in ropes and decorating her body like strings of popcorn and she was a Christmas tree. Finally the man seemed to run out of steam as the last bit dribbled out of him.

As if a man possessed, the man fucking her began to do so in earnest, his ebony hand reaching up to her breast. Strong fingers began to play and pull on nipples still tender from being clamped. His cock was like a piston, repeatedly scraping against the walls of her vagina. The man began to play and pluck and plunder her body until she began to quiver and shake, screaming pleasure. As she came yet again, she felt the man begin emptying up deep into her. She collapsed as the man kissed her neck, exhausted. Never before had she been stretched and used so thoroughly as a voice entered her consciousness.

Dhahabu mtoto you are the most beautiful and pleasing of women.

Her entire body ached, her throat, her hands, her ass, her pussy. All felt used. And yet, the dark man's words seemed to please her. Most beautiful and pleasing of woman. Her? She was a puddle at their feet, her skin shimmered in the light decorated with their creamy pearly seed.

Yet...through the sexual haze that filled the room, with tendrils bewitching, a voice called out to her, inviting.

Dhahabu mtoto do you wish to please me again?

As if drawn by an invisible cord, she rose up until she stood naked before the 4 men. She wanted to say No! She wanted them to leave her alone. But she didn't want to anger Mistress. Turning to the man that spoke, she gave him an enigmatic smile and asked, "Yes sir. And what is it would please you, sir?"
 
Miriam could see that her little golden pet was exhausted after the hours that the men had used her gorgeous young body. The dominatrix had reveled in the way they first cruelly dominated her pet’s young body in a gang rape and then had shifted gears to sensually seduce Susan. They had ravished young western beauty’s mind with loving words of praise and her innocent young body with unimagined pleasure. How adorable Susan looked as she lay prostrate at the men’s feet her pale ivory skin shimmering in the light, and decorated with the creamy living liquid pearls of their seed.

“Dhahabu mtoto do you wish to please me again?”

Miriam watched as the exhausted young girl’s half lidded eyes fluttered open and seemed to be drawn to that dark sensual voice. Like a puppet laying on a stage, that voice seemed to pull her strings bring Susan to life her stunning supple young body, slowly rising until she stood in all her youthful naked glory before the ebony giant. Susan soft angelic voice was just a breathy, demure, little whisper,

"Yes sir. And what is it would please you, sir?"

The Fissile was silent, the back of his hand lovingly caressed Susan’s flawless cheek. He let the back of his hand slid from the young western beauty’s cheek, follow the line of her slender neck, before cupping her breast, his hand gave that firm young breast a little squeeze, dark ebony against soft supple ivory, and then he rolled Susan’s nipple under the pad of his thumb.

“Dhahabu mtoto that firm little ass of yours has certain dark charms for me.”

As Fissile spoke he gave Susan’s firm little derrière a caress and then a firm little pat as he pinched the girls nipple. He did not command Susan to once again clamp her nipples but merely cast his gaze to where they lay on the floor.

“Will you grant my desire Dhahabu mtoto?”

Miriam grudgingly had to admire the way that Fissile seemed to so easily seduce her innocently naive little pet. The way Fissile effortlessly spun the illusion that he seemed to be offering the young golden beauty from Four Corners Iowa a choice.

“Dhahabu mtoto if you will, then drop to your hands and knees so I may partake of your delights.”
 
His voice called to her, seeming to ask her to come to him, to give herself to him. Her body ached, every orafice showing signs of having been thoroughly fucked. His dark eyes held her pinned by his gaze. His hand, so dark against her pale skin, stroked her cheek, down her neck to reach her breast where his warm fingers cup her firm mound. Fingertips rubbed and rolled her nipple, still a bit tender from the things that were earlier clamped on them.

Dhahabu mtoto that firm little ass of yours has certain dark charms for me.

Somehow, she knew what he would ask as his hand confirmed his desire. A pinch again of her nipple and his glance to those heavy pearls told her what else he wished. Air filled her lungs as she sighed, softly, before he asked, Will you grant my desire Dhahabu mtoto? Dhahabu mtoto if you will, then drop to your hands and knees so I may partake of your delights.

She merely bowed her head in acquiescence before crossing to the floor and kneeling down. Picking up the first clamp, she gave the briefest of hesitation before latching it onto her right nipple. There was a little cry before she attached the left one. She kept her head bowed, hoping they would not see the tears that gathered in her eyes.

As the dark man asked, she got on her hands and knees to await his pleasure. This would be the second time tonight that her ass would be fucked. She hoped that Mistress would be pleased with her 'performance' for the 4 men.
 
“Will you grant my desire Dhahabu mtoto? Dhahabu mtoto if you will, then drop to your hands and knees so I may partake of your delights.”

Miriam smiled as Susan simply demurely bowed her head in acceptance of his will as she gracefully sank to her knees. Once again the Brothel’s Madame was struck by Susan’s natural fluid grace, the sensually seductive way she moved her body, and how this sweet young girl could inspire such lust to possess her by everyone who saw her flawless, chaste beauty. She saw how Susan’s hands were trembling as she picked up the nipple clamp with its shimmering pearl. A moment of hesitation and then a little gasp as Susan affixed it to her right nipple. Those soft, wide innocent eyes shimmered with unshed tears as Susan set the other clamp and it’s pearl to her left nipple before she dropped to her hands and knees to offer the ebony giant her firm little ass.

Fissile’s hands encircled Susan’s trim little waist, his thumbs spread the firm cheeks of the golden beauty’s ass, and the tip of his cock pressed to his anus. His dark ebony body molded to Susan’s pale ivory body his breath was hot on the nape of her neck as he breathed.

“Come to me Dhahabu mtoto, my golden beauty, come to me and impale yourself on my lust for you, my golden goddess.”

The tip of Fissile’s cock pressed just within Susan’s puckered anus. He held her there neither pushing further or treating, he waited for his golden beauty to do as he had asked.
 
She didn't want to, yet somehow felt compelled to acquiesce to his wishes. In one night she was becoming well used. And now every hole would have been used at least twice. She knew not the time but surely the end of all this was soon in sight.

His hands on her waist, his thumbs parted her butt cheeks as briefly she felt a coolness on her anus before the tip of his cock touched it. He lay against her back, his warmth feeling hot now on her. Breath stirred her hair before the voice, dark and deep, whispered in her ear, like a serpent from the garden of Eden, drawing her to him, asking her, enticing her, calling to somewhere deep and dark within her.

Come to me Dhahabu mtoto, my golden beauty, come to me and impale yourself on my lust for you, my golden goddess.

The head of his cock slipped just inside her puckered ring, and she let a small gasp. Without thinking, she tightened it, squeezing on his cock. Yet he waited, neither pushing in nor pulling out. He seemed even bigger than before. She understood what he was asking. To become an active participant in the fucking of her own ass. The tears threatened to spill from her eyes and her nipples were pulling already from the jewelry hanging from them. She felt shame, and something else. Deep inside her was a flutter. Was it a thrill? She wasn't sure, nor was she sure that she wanted to know. But for now, this was her life and she had a "job" to do. She laughed to herself. Job? From reporter to whore in one big step.

She bit her lip and slowly sank back against the ebony cock, feeling it open up the tight hole. Bigger and bigger he seemed as she felt his cock worming its way deep into her bowels until his sac bump against her sex. Her nipples gave a tug in answer and through blurred eyes she saw her tears dot the floor beneath her.

The man's body was literally molded to hers, the heat between them intense, threatening to set her skin ablaze. Her anus gripped his cock tight. No longer aware of any of the other men in the room, she only felt the man whose cock filled her ass. In that instant, she was there for him and him alone.
 
Miriam was keeping a close eye on her little golden western lover. The dominatrix had no illusion that Susan truly loved her, yet she also knew that the stunning young golden beauty had a pronounced submissive nature. Miriam had no problem with these men doing whatever they desired to Susan, as long as they did not mare the young girl’s flawless beauty. The brothel’s Madame also was mesmerized with the easy in which Fissile seduced Susan to surrender to his will. Those soft rich words “Come to me Dhahabu mtoto, my golden beauty, come to me and impale yourself on my lust for you, my golden goddess.” The way he mixed the unmistakable command, soften by his praise for the young golden beauty.

The way Susan worried her lower lip, looking as innocent as a young virgin on her first real date. The little startled gasp as Fissile pressed his cock to Susan’s puckered anus, her crimson maidenly blush, that brief moment of hesitation, before slowly pushing back to Fissile, his hands lightly encircling Susan’s trim little waist, guiding the stunning young creature, and the sensually arousing little surrenders to his will even as unshed tears shimmered in Susan’s smoldering soft eyes. Miriam smiled as Fissile’s heavy sack slapped Susan’s delicious little pussy, his groin pressed to the firm curve of her ass, his body molded to hers and his hot moist breath washing over the nape of her neck. The dominatrix smiled as Susan’s anus gripped his cock tightly. Susan’s little gasps, sighs and moans that bubbled from her moist ripe lips. Miriam could see that Fissile had become the center of Susan’s world, that no longer was she apparently aware of any of the other men in the room, Fissile’s cock filling her ass, and dominating the young western beauty as tears trickled down Susan’s flawless cheek, yet Miriam could not tell if they were tears of sorrow or tears of dark desires and need. In that instant, Miriam could see, she was there for him and him alone.

Dhahabu mtoto you are the most desirable and pleasing of women!

As his dark sensually, seductive voice wrapped around Susan, caressed her body and soul, as he slowly began to fuck her tight little ass. Fissile , in the beginning let Susan set the pace of her own defilement as she slowly became the active participant, as he had commanded so softly. With each thrust her firm young breasts swayed and jiggled, the nipple clamps and their pearls pinching, and tugging at Susan’s sensitive nipples. Slowly he took command, increasing the pace of how he took her tight, gripping anus pounding into her delicious little ass as it built to a blinding crescendo. His hand slipped around the young beauty’s waist to tease Susan’s clit. Fissile checked his own lust until Susan was once more swept away with a soul shattering annual orgasm.

It was well past midnight before the men were spent, gathered their robes, and filed out of the room leaving the stunning young honey blonde laying on the room’s single bed with their collective cum clinging to, her angelic face, soft golden hair, and firm young breast. When Miriam came to Susan the scent of sex hung heavy in the room and mingled with the sweet dark intoxicating musky fragrance of Susan’s own damning arousal. Miriam called for a basin of water; she slowly began to sensually bathe the spent and exhausted young beauty. Never since her sale’ and the loss of her virginity’ had so much been demanded of her gorgeous young body. Yet nothing in her young life had prepared her for Fissile’s seduction or her surrender to his will. Susan could not even be comforted by the fact that she had no choice because time and again Fissile had seemed to offer her a choice.

Once more Miriam took Susan to her bed, took her as her lover. Susan’s world had become the uncompromising demands of men, and the soft seductive world of her Mistress’ bed. Miriam let Susan recover her strength, and for the result of the flogger to fade until the girl’s soft ivory skin was once more flawless. The Brothel’s Madame had no intention of using Susan Applegate as an ordinary whore at The Mathmos No this honey blonde western beauty was reserved for the most demanding clients that could afford to pay for Susan’s chaste youthful beauty. The African merchants, and the caravan drivers could never have a European woman, a white woman, so word of The Mathmos golden beauty spread like wild fire and the demand for her was more than even Miriam could have expected, this allowed the Brothel’s Madame to be very selective on who she sold Susan’s sweet charms to, to men who could seduce Susan’s mind and body as they took their pleasure from her.

“Dhahabu mtoto I have a client for you this evening.”

This client would be the first since Fissile, Susan had only her Mistress to please over the last month. Once more Susan would be dressed as a shy innocent western beauty from head to toe.
 
Slowly he began to thrust into her ass, his hands at first merely holding her upright, almost reassuring. His cock seemed to fill a part of her body not really wanting to be filled. Each time he would pull back felt as if he was pulling her body inside out. And yet he continued, each thrust slowly becoming more demanding. Each time he plunged back into her asshole, it was a little bit harder, her nipples pulled on by the clamps biting them. The room was full of sounds - the slap of his skin against hers, his grunt with each thrust, her breath coming in short jerks. Her mouth was open as if in a silent scream but the expression on her face held not pain. Nor was it pleasure. Perhaps it was confusion at how her body was betraying her, though she had not yet acknowledged it.

Dhahabu mtoto you are the most desirable and pleasing of women!

She was desirable? Back home she was average, everyday. But here, she was a rare beauty that men were willing to pay for? Repeatedly his cock filled her bowels, his member reaching up deep inside her, his plunges no longer gentle but hard and demanding, marking ownership of her body at this moment in time.

Broad fingers reached around her body, searching until they found that little button between her legs. He teased it before rubbing it hard until he sent her over the spillway, her scream high and lyrical as she twitched hard while he fucked her. Then he seemed to increase in girth, stretching wide that small puckered opening as he burst inside her, filling her with so much seed that it followed his cock as he softened and slipped from her.

As soon as he released her, she crumpled to the floor, exhausted. She never felt being scooped up, nor whoever it was that laid her on the bed. Even as the men left, she never heard it, nor the sounds of Mistress as she entered the room. As the woman removed the clamps and rubbed her nipples to restore the circulation to them she screamed, only to be soothed by the gentle ministrations of the woman that owned her. Every part of her body ached. There were numerous fingerprint bruises around her hips and arms and her knees had dark bruises. Cum poured from every orafice, her asshole still open wide from being well used that evening.

Even as she lay there, Mistress gently and sensually cleaning her, in her unconscious state tears rolled from her eyes to wet the pillow beneath her head. She was a whore. Each time she had acquiesced, agreed and had even participated in the sex. She WAS a whore and she now prayed that she would never be found. Maybe this was where she belonged.

There was a period of time where her only job was to rest. Or please Mistress. She would stay in Mistress' room, resting as the bruises and whip marks slowly faded. Then there were times when she would accompany Mistress down the hall to the baths, where they would take turns cleaning each other, though Mistress always prefer that it end with sex. Almost always, in the background would be the sounds of sex - grunts and groans and screams. The smell of sex sometimes permeated the air.

But Susan began to worry. She had missed her period and feared that one of those men may have made her pregnant. She did not want that. And knew that she needed to talk to her owner about it.

She lay upon pillows, nude as the day she was born when Mistress entered the bedroom.

Dhahabu mtoto I have a client for you this evening.

Susan was quiet for a moment. "I'm worried, Mistress. I think that I may be pregnant from one of those four men that I had sex with. I have not had my monthly." She paused. "I don't want to have a child." She looked up at Mistress, worried. "What am I to do?"
 
Dhahabu mtoto I have a client for you this evening.

Once more this young golden western beauty was to be given to another or perhaps more than one man to be used, for her to satisfy their every sexual desire. There was no doubt that Susan was not only Miriam’s lover but her sweet little whore as well. Young Susan could not say no to whoever her Mistress decided she was to please with her gorgeous young body. Already several men had enjoyed Susan’s sweet sexual charms and now the domineering dominatrix was once more selling her, and then demanding that Susan please who ever had paid Miriam for her charms.

"I'm worried, Mistress. I think that I may be pregnant from one of those four men that I had sex with. I have not had my monthly."

Susan paused and blushed deeply as she demurely dropped her eyes unable to look her Mistress in the eyes.

"I don't want to have a child."

Susan raised her soft tear shimmering eyes to her Mistress’s. Miriam could see the fear in those soft blue eyes as they silently implored her Mistress for help.

“Hush now my sweet golden beauty………..”

Miriam’s hand cupped Susan’s chin as her own dark eyes captured those soft blue tear shimmering eyes in their piercing gaze, the Madame’s thumb gently stroked Susan’s cheek.

“Hush……. Now be a Good Girl and we will take care of your little problem after you have………”

Miriam’s lips softly brushed Susan’s a sweet seductive kiss that demanded Susan’s surrender to her Mistress’s desires. When Miriam finally broke that sensually seductive kiss Her dark eyes held Susan’s captive in their unblinking gaze as she breathed,

“……… after you have satisfied the clients my sweet girl!”

Again Miriam’s lips claimed her sweet golden beauty’s

“It is time you dress my sweet Dhahabu mtoto, your most modest western clothes.”

There was nothing Susan could do but bend to the will of her Mistress. When the young golden beauty from Four Corners Iowa once more stood before the Brothel’s Madame Miriam smiled.

“You are so young, so beautiful my Sweet girl!”

She lovingly caressed Susan’s flawless cheek .

“I am sure they will love you……. Now hold still my love.”

Miriam turned Susan away from her and then blindfolded her depriving Susan of her sight. Her Mistress took her by the hands and led her from the room. The dominatrix knew that in her sightless world that their short walk must have seemed like an eternity to the young western beauty. When they stopped Susan was lifted up onto a bench or table, her hands drawn above her head and bound in place, her ankles bound together and also bound in place. Susan was left alone in her dark world to await the man or men that Miriam had sold her too.
 
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