African Slave QueenbyFINC©
The theatrically over decorated general gripped his podium tighter and tighter. His orchestrated news conference was turning sour. It had supposed to have been his moment on the world stage to impress to show everyone what a great and generous leader he was; but now this. All the cameras continued to focus on his glistening black forehead.
“I’ll repeat my question,”came the annoying voice of the young reporter. He narrowed his gaze at the attractive white woman and gave a forced smile.
Rachel enunciated the words clearly and concisely for the media filled hall.
“You say there is no evidence of your army using chemical weapons against northern separatists groups, however why did you house and pay for the 3 top ex soviet research scientist who specialise in chemical warfare to stay in your country last year? And can you explain the site of mass killings I visited yesterday north of the Butta river?”
Once again he paused before replying then gave a bitter yet revealing answer.
“Miss Goodbody, you have taken my hospitality and use it against me. As a guest of my daughter you have unfairly used the relationship presented to you.”
The audience of news hacks cursed under their breath at her luck at the same time noticing that this was hardly a denial from the bloated General, long serving president of his country. The media scrum erupted in questions, none the general would answer and as he stormed from the podium he glared back at Rachel as she fended off questions of her own.
Outside the government building Rachel and her news team congratulated themselves on their scoop.
“I got the lot,” laughed Jack her camera man, the sound man nodding in agreement.
“Good,” smiled Rachel wiping her brow in the intense African heat. “The guys back home are pretty pleased; we can syndicate this story all around the world. The UN has demanded that we all see the alleged site tomorrow. We’ve got centre stage!”
As they talk a long black limo screeched to a halt along side them. Dust billowing up on the shabby streets. It flew the presidential crest.
“How could you?” Yelled an educated African voice of a young woman.
Stepping from the limo in a flowing gold dress was Koko the general’s daughter.
Rachel gave a gulp of embarrassment her face going red. She’d been in this third world country to see her old college friend and do an exclusive on her father. General Mobana the long time ruler of this small east African state was vain and arrogant. He had welcomed the chance to parade in front of a camera. Over the last few week Rachel had being given exclusive access to the general’s inner circle. Koko had never realised she had a bigger plan; to unmask his war crimes in the civil war that had been raging for nearly a decade.
“Koko I’m sorry but your father he has to be stopped.”
Rachel went flying Koko’s own bodyguards pulling her back to stop more of a beating
“Get out of my country bitch,” she hissed getting back in the car, “before I have you thrown out.”
The car sped off her team seeming a little uneasy.
“I’m sorry Koko,” Rachel shouted in remorse as the car sped away. Then looking to her worried team she smiled. “Relax guys, now its out in the open we’re perfectly safe. Ok, let’s get ready for the flight tomorrow, remember I want to get back to those killing fields we exposed before CNN do.”
The next morning the team sat in the rickety Cessna plane double checking their equipment. Jack looked out of the grime window at the 45 degree heat haze. Across the runway a figure was approaching. In her mid twenties Rachel Goodbody was making a name for herself as her channels feistiest reporter. It helped that she was blessed not only with the tenacity of an alligator but she had the looks any TV station would drool over. She walked briskly in her heeled sandals long legs hidden just above the knee with a khaki skirt. Her slim waist and schoolgirl like frame were covered in a white baggy linen shirt, but as Jack remembered at ambassador receptions across the world her waif figure bewitched many a dignitary.
As she reached the plane Rachel adjusted her tied back long blonde mane feeling the sweat already trickling down between her cleavages. Her full lips were dry in the oppressive heat her blue eyes hidden behind designer shades.
“Everyone here? Great, then let’s go boys.”
The view from the plane was spectacular. Deep lush green forest for as far as the eye could see. They were heading north following the Butta River towards the prearranged media site. Today the worlds press would see for them elves what the general was capable of; mass graves of villagers poisoned with mustard gas.
The local pilot began ranting in excitement then explained in broken English. He had radio traffic hailing him. He pointed to the west and the news crew peered out at an approaching black speck. The aircraft approached rapidly and passed directly in front of the tiny plane.
Rachel could see it was one of the countries squadron of Mig 21 fighters. The Mig was an ancient soviet plane however still fast and deadly.
The air force jet made another slower pass.
“It’s requesting we follow it!” The pilot said in a concerned voice
“Damn general!” Jack hissed, “he doesn’t want us to be there toady.” He looked at the pilot, “ignore him.” The pilot’s eyes widened in fear.
“Jack you can’t escape a jet.” Rachel said frustrated with how the day was going. “It’s just the generals little game, we’ve already done the damage why is this going to make any difference? Let’s not provoke it.”
The Cessna turned east for 30 minutes under the supervision of the air force before a landing strip became visible cut into the dense jungle.
“We must land here,” the pilot shouted as he began to descend.
The crew gripped anything they could as the tiny plane bounced along the makeshift dirt runway. Overhead the Mig continued to circle, watching.
There was a flurry of panic in the plane as a group of armed soldiers appeared from shanty huts running towards the parked aircraft.
“Shit!” Jack cried.
“Keep calm!” Rachel said gripping both men’s arms. “They’re just trying to spook us.”
The door opened and a smiling officer peered in.
“Ah Miss Goodbody please forgive me but my general requests he meet you at his personal residence.”
“Rachel scoffed back.”We have nothing to discuss with the general, now can we please get under way.”
The officer continued to smile as a rifle was pointed over his shoulder at the shapely reporter.
“Miss Goodbody I’m afraid he insists.”
Rachel climbed from the plane demanding answers, her team following her. The officer held them back inside the plane
“No need, you must return to your media event. The general only invites Miss Goodbody. Please we have only delayed you a short time you can be back at the site within another hour.”
The young reporter turned and looked at her two team members. “I guess I’ll be along in a bit.” She said a little nervous. Jack was about to explain his concerned when she just held up a hand and nodded.
“Yeah I know I’m on my own but at least you’ll be able to let our channel know where I am.”
Jack nodded. ”Damn right.”
Rachel took her bag and strode across the runway towards a waiting limo. She turned to see the Cessna lift into the sky bank and begin to head north again. As the plane became a dark spec she felt the situation quickly change
The officer gripped Rachel’s arm firmly. “This way miss in the truck.” Rachel looked at him then at the army truck and limo ahead of her.
“It’s about 90 in the shade and you want me to ride in a truck! Forget it! And by the way don’t man-handle me again.”
The officer began to pull her towards the vehicle. Rachel gave a yelp then dug her heels in making the duct billow up. But she slid towards the vehicle. He shouted orders to his platoon of men and they began to climb in. She reached the rear of the covered truck hair all over the place sweat already covering her face and saw a cage in the foot well about 4 foot square.
“Get in there Miss!” He demanded, burly soldiers grabbing her arms pulling her up as she kicked her legs.
Rachel gave a shriek as her blouse tore the men pushing her into the cage before bolting it closed.
“How dare you, this is outrageous!” She shrieked trying to kick at the steel bars.
The officer closed up the trailer gate obviously taking the air conditioned limo for his ride and then the truck began to head off. Rachel rolled onto her side in a foetal position feeling claustrophobic surrounded by twenty seated jet black skinned soldiers. She called out to them but they all just smiled and grinned chatting amongst themselves in their own tribe language. She recognised them to be from the generals own tribe, his loyalist troops and as she had remembered calling them in front of camera his most despicable.
The journey seemed to last for ever she was dehydrating the sweat covering her skin her clothes sodden with it. One of the soldiers eventually noticed bending down to feed her a water bottle through the bars.
“Drink,” he said gruffly.
She coughed and spluttered then looked up at him. Rachel had wide expressive eyes the light blue of them and small pupils giving her a sensuous piercing stare.
“You have to let me out,” She said more of a plea than a demand now.
“Miss,” he said in a stern heavily accented voice. “You don’t tell people what to do anymore. Understand!”
She was about to reply when the truck came to a halt. The canopy opened and the humid air flooded in to mix with the sauna like conditions inside the truck. Fours trooper slid long poles inside the bars allowing them to lift the cage out. Rachel gripped the bars blinking in the brilliant sunlight her sunglasses crushed somewhere back at the runway. She was in a concreted compound with guard towers the dense jungle closing in around the general’s hidden fort. No doubt from here he conducted his war against the rebels without prying eyes of foreigners.
She gave a moan of horror as she saw captive rebels hung from nooses or impaled on large spikes.
“Jesus it’s a hell hole,” She screamed feeling her stomach turning.
She was grateful by the time the cage had been carried across the courtyard into a cell block. The cage was placed on the floor then been unbolted. Rachel crawled out unsure what to do. Fight, run, both were ridiculous. She gingerly stood straightening her dress adjusting her ripped blouse covering her sweaty heaving chest.
The officer was stood in front of her.
“Listen you piece of shit,” Rachel’s anger now uncontrollable. “I’m an American citizen in this country with my news team. How the hell do you think you can just abduct me? When I see the general he’s going to know who he’s dealing with.”
The officer adjusted his black beret then gave a wide African grin.
“In the cell please Miss the general will be along at his convenience.”
The cell door slammed shut behind her and she found herself in a large concrete room. There was a wire bed and a hole in the floor for toilet but nothing else. High above was the ceiling with dirty roof lights. The whole place was dim and incredibly hot and humid.
Rachel undid her blouse slightly her bra poking from the open fabric. Her whole body was dripping in sweat the insides of her thighs hot and sticky her knickers tight in her ass crack. She tightened her pony tail keeping the hair from her beautiful face then bent down to feel her sculpted calves massaging the bronzed skin to get the blood flowing again. She felt ridiculous in her heeled sandals stood in a concrete cell but the floor was too coarse for the soles of her soft western feet so she left them on.
In her head she thought through what would happen. She’d have to be released within a day there no way she could be accused of any crime. Sure it happened all the time here, but it would have had to have been before she let rip and told the world about his exploits. The crew had been scared to death for the last three weeks of just disappearing on trumped up charges. But now the entire world would be in uproar.
“TV reporter arrested after finding out truth,” she muttered the head line to herself. If she wasn’t handed back soon this was the kind of shit that could start wars.
She heard footsteps they sounded strange not military at all more like heels. The cell door opens two huge guards entering holding batons; behind them was Koko the general’s daughter. She was dressed in a tight heeled cat suit her dark brown skin looking flawless her long black hair plated into tail. She always was the athletic type tennis swimming even represented her country in athletic a few years back. Her firm large tits were pressed tightly together held in place by the fabric her cleavage showing as the zip had slowly slid down.
“How are you enjoying your new home?” The arrogant daughter teased. “Not as cosy as our college dorms but well, after all we are in some chicken shit third world country as you would say.”
Rachel shook her head looking at the intimidating group.
“No Koko I’d never said that, why are you being like this?”
Koko gave a sneer of satisfaction. “My father is a powerful man, no one crosses him. I wouldn’t dare why do you expect to get away with it.”
Rachel felt her anger growing again.
“Because I can Koko, I’m a journalist I come from a country of free speech.” And then added sarcastically. “Remember you spent years getting educated there.”
Koko didn’t rise to the bait instead paced around the room in her boots like a WW2 German commandant hands behind her back.
“You think you will be released don’t you?”
Rachel felt her knees buckle at the question. She’d never considered otherwise. She gulped then put back on her business like reporter manner.
“You know full well Koko there’s no way you can keep me here.”
Koko smiled and nodded. “Very well Rachel my father will be arriving soon. We probably won’t get to speak like this again, so just remember I am not the one who betrayed a trust.” And with that she snapped her fingers and led the two guards from the cell.
“Fine by me bitch,” yelled Rachel as she heard her ex friend marched away. Friends like that she could do without.
Rachel tried to sleep but the heat made it difficult. It must have been early morning when the cell door clashed open again. Standing there was the large uniformed figure of general Mobana. Rachel began to demand her release.
She nearly feinted her body flung towards the wall the world spinning.
“You do not demand anything from me.” He growled keeping his anger on a short leash.
“Rachel you have abused the trust of myself and my family. You have dishonoured my country and shamed me in front of millions.” He had a newspaper in his hand and he flung it towards her.
Rachel gave a long moan as she read. It said that a TV crew, including up and coming star Rachel Goodbody had crashed deep in the jungle after been hit by a rebel missile.
Rachel looked up “But it’s not true we, I…” She paused slowly realising what it meant.
“My Mig blasted them from the sky once it had steered them as far North as it dared. The wrecked is deep inside rebel territory. They rebels will deny the atrocity but without anyone seeing it the world will have to assume the worse.”
Rachel’s eyes widened
“Yes, interfering white bitch you are dead along with your news crew.
Rachel began to cough in panic. The general gave an amorous groan.
“Oh Miss Goodbody you have such a debt to pay but don’t worry over time you will. How you serve depends on how you live. Pray I don’t bore of you in years to come.”
“Bore, years to come?” It wasn’t adding up or the young woman didn’t want it to.
The general smiled. “You have attitude of a she devil but the body of an angel. How I have admired you while staying at my palace. You are dead, no one to rescue or even protest about you predicament. Do you realize what that means Rachel?”
He bent down with a child like manner his eyes full of glee. “Can you imagine what depths I can sink you to?”
Rachel began to gag as she shivered with terror. “Jesus no, no, no you can’t please oh god heellpppp!”
The general looked back over his shoulder at two muscled African thugs standing in the door.
“These are two of my finest interrogators. They’re going to educate you into what is required and teach you how to obey.”
Rachel looked at their grim faces, barrel chest, biceps bulging as their black skin glistened in the heat. The general backed out of the cell.
“Bring her to the medical cell for examination!”
The feisty blonde reporter was dragged from the cell her legs locked straight as she tried to resist her heels sliding on the concrete floor. The medical cell was about 30 feet down the corridor and as she went she caught glimpses of the other rooms. They were deck out in different ways. One looked like a dungeon with chains and ropes, another like a grand bedroom and others she could only just catch sight off. Rachel didn’t know what to do. How could she fight back or get away? The situation was impossible and she gave a shudder of horror remembering what he told her about her colleagues and the little Cessna.
“Please General lets talk about this you don’t need to do this.” She stammered as she was almost lifted through the door into a white tiled room.
There was a African woman dressed like a nurse standing patiently. Rachel was allowed to stand unaided the two large guards stood either side of the lithe diminutive woman. The brutes were massive and even in her high heeled sandals they towered over her panting body.
“Now Rachel,” The general said almost apologetically, “I don’t think you understand your situation yet do you?” Rachel’s expression of disgust answered for him. He nodded, “hmm very well I will allow your insolence for the time being.”
The walls were dull with grime and dust. There was a row of trolleys with sheet over them and two large whickers chair like from the 60,s probably still the fashion I this backward country. One of the chairs had two bamboo poles pointing up from the arm rests with carved faces on the top. They looked like voodoo dolls or some other crazy religious symbolism either side of a wicker throne.
He signalled the guards who moved her towards the chair. The reported gave a yelp as one guard pulled her dress over her shoulders the fabric falling around her cute ankles. She stood there in a thong, heels and no bra her hands now other her 34C chest.
The group admired her figure. She was small but proportioned well, her legs slim and shapely accentuated by heels her ass full and slappable. Her curved back was drenched in sweat her blonde hair now more bedraggled pulled out of a ponytail in the struggle cascading around her bony shoulders.
“What are you going to do you filthy bastard,” she growled her blue eyes blazing.
The general sighed. “Miss Goodbody I regret to tell you although you will find me a loving master I have some deviations that you may find difficult to accept at first.”
Rachel gave a moan of despair,” oh shit this can’t be happening.”
The two guards suddenly gripped her hands and she began to struggle. They spun her around pushing her into the wicker chair. It was deep and as her ass hit the seat her legs flew up and at angles the guards grabbing a tiny ankle each with huge black hands. They lifted her ankles pushing her legs wider and higher Rachel now more on her back than butt her hands desperately trying to loosen the grip on her ankles. The nurse grabbed her arms pulling them behind her chair backrest binding them with rope.
The general watch until finally she was in position. The leggy blonde half lay in the chair her arms tied behind it, her legs open and high her ankles bound with rope around the tops of the two bamboo poles. Her breast heaved with effort her thong panties soaking her crotch wide and embarrassingly wide open.